Perry Mason smiled urbanely.

"I may desire to recall Mr. Crinston for further crossexamination later on, Your Honor," he said, "but I have no more questions at the present time."

Judge Markham nodded.

"Any redirect?" he asked.

"Not at this time," said Claude Drumm, "but if counsel reserves the right to recall the witness for further crossexamination, I would like to reserve the right to recall the witness for further redirect examination."

"Granted," snapped Judge Markham. "Proceed."

Claude Drumm raised his voice dramatically.

"Call Mr. Don Graves," he said.

Don Graves arose and pushed his way forward, while the spectators turned to exchange swiftly whispered comments. The murder trial was proceeding with a dispatch which was unusual, and the attorney for the defense seemed to be overlooking many opportunities in his crossexamination.

Yet those who knew Perry Mason knew him as one whose trial technique was a byword among attorneys.

And it was equally apparent that Judge Markham was mystified, as well as the spectators. From time to time, his eyes dwelt upon the placid face of Perry Mason with thoughtful speculation.

Don Graves cleared his throat and looked expectantly at Claude Drumm.

"Your name is Don Graves, and you were employed on the twentythird of October of this year, and had been employed for some time prior thereto, as the confidential secretary of Mr. Edward Norton?"

"Yes, sir."

"You were with Mr. Norton on the evening of October twentythird?"

"Yes, sir."

"When did you last see him on that evening?"

"At approximately eleven thirty in the evening."

"You had seen him before that?"

"Oh, yes. Mr. Crinston left about eleven twentyseven or eleven twentyeight, and Mr. Norton came out of his private office when Mr. Crinston left. They talked for a minute or two and Mr. Norton asked me to get some papers which Mr. Crinston had at his house."

"Then what happened?" asked Claude Drumm.

"Then Mr. Crinston went downstairs, and Mr. Norton told me to call Mr. Peter Devoe, the chauffeur, and get him to drive me to Crinston's residence. Then, just as I was starting for the stairs, he said: 'Wait a minute. I have an other idea, or words to that effect, and went to the window and called down to Mr. Crinston to ask if I could accompany him.

"Mr. Crinston said that he was with Judge Purley and would have to get Judge Purley's permission, and I, knowing that Judge Purley would give his permission and that time was valuable, ran down the stairs and was just coming out of the front door when Mr. Crinston called up that Judge Purley said he would be glad to accommodate me.

"I ran across and got in Judge Purley's automobile, getting in the rear seat, and then Judge Purley started the automobile and we drove up the winding road until we came to a spot, the approximate location of which Judge Purley has marked on the map."

"And then what happened?"

"At that point," said Don Graves dramatically, "I turned and looked back, and saw through the rear window of the automobile into the study window of Edward Norton."

"And what did you see?" purred Claude Drumm.

"I saw a figure raise a club and strike Mr. Norton on the head."

"Could you recognize who that person was?"

"I thought I could," he said.

"Who did you think it was?" asked Drumm.

"Just a minute," said Perry Mason, "that is objected to as calling for a conclusion of the witness, and as leading and suggestive. The witness has stated that he thought he could make the identification."

Judge Markham looked at Perry Mason as though expecting to hear an extended argument upon this crucial point. There was no argument.

He looked at Claude Drumm.

Claude Drumm shrugged his shoulders.

"He has stated that in his opinion he could make an identification," he said. "The word 'thought' is merely a colloquial expression."

"You'd better clear the matter up," said Judge Markham.

"Very well," said Claude Drumm.

"Mr. Graves," he said, "you say that you thought you could identify the witness. Just what do you mean by that?"

"I believe," said Don Graves, "that I know who that man was. I think that I recognized him. I did not see his face clearly, but I think that I could recognize him by the manner in which he held his head, from his shoulders and the general outline of his body."

"That is sufficient, if the court please," said Claude Drumm. "A man doesn't need to see the facial characteristics of another in order to make an identification. The objection goes to the weight, rather than the admissibility of the evidence."

Judge Markham looked expectantly at Perry Mason.

Perry Mason said nothing.

"I will overrule the objection," said Judge Markham. "Answer the question, young man."

"That man was Robert Gleason," said Don Graves in a low voice.

"Was there anyone else in the room?" asked Claude Drumm.

"Yes, sir."

"Who was that other person?"

"A woman, sir, who was attired in a pink garment of some sort."

"Could you see that woman?"

"I saw part of her shoulder, just a bit of her hair, and her arm."

"Could you recognize that woman from what you saw of her?"

Judge Markham interrupted.

"I think, counselor," he said, "that while I permitted the first identification upon the ground that the objection went to the weight rather than the admissibility of the evidence, that where a witness can see only a relatively small portion of a woman's figure at the distance which was shown upon this map, the objection really should go to the weight as well as the admissibility of the evidence, and I will sustain the objection as to the identity of the woman."

"Your Honor," said Perry Mason softly, "there was no objection made as to the identity of the woman."

"No objection?" said Judge Markham.

"None, Your Honor," said Perry Mason.

"Very well," said Judge Markham, "I shall sustain an objection if one is made."

"There will be none made," said Perry Mason.

A rustle sounded throughout the courtroom.

"Very well," snapped Judge Markham, his face purpling, "answer the question."

"Yes, sir," said Don Graves. "I think that that woman was Frances Celane. I am not as certain in her case as I was in the case of the man, but I think it was Frances Celane. She was dressed like Frances Celane, and the color of her hair, and the contour of her shoulder made me think it was Frances Celane."

"How long have you known Frances Celane?" asked Claude Drumm.

"For more than three years."

"You have lived in the same house with her?

"Yes sir."

"Did she, at that time, to your knowledge, have a dress or some garment of the color which you saw upon the woman who was standing in that room?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well," said Claude Drumm. "What did you do, if anything?"

"I told the other gentlemen what I had seen, and asked them to turn the car around."

"I will strike that out on my own motion," said Judge Markham. "It is incompetent, irrelevant, and immaterial. The question is what the witness did next, with reference to what had taken place in this room. Conversations between parties outside of the presence of the defendant which are not part of the res gestae will not be permitted."

"Very well," said Claude Drumm. "Then what happened? What did you do with reference to Mr. Edward Norton?"

"I returned to the house, climbed the stairs to his study, and found his body slumped across the desk, with the top of his head beaten in," said Don Graves.

"Crossexamine," snapped Claude Drumm.

Perry Mason got to his feet and stared slowly and fixedly at Don Graves. An electric tension ran around the courtroom. The spectators sensed that this was to be the crucial part of the trial.