“If you’re lying to me,” Mason said, “heaven help you.”
“Mr. Mason, I’m telling you the absolute, honest truth. I’ve lied to you before. Now I’m telling you the truth.”
The doorbell continued ringing, and was supplemented by the pounding of imperative knuckles on the panels of the door.
“If you didn’t kill him,” Mason asked, “who did?”
“Honestly, Mr. Mason, I haven’t the faintest idea. It must have been someone over that trust fund. Sometimes I’ve suspected…”
The door groaned against pressure as the officers pushed their shoulders against it.
Mason said, “All right. Go open the door.”
Mrs. Tidings crossed over and opened the door.
Sergeant Holcomb came pushing his way into the room. He looked at Perry Mason and Della Street.
“You two!” he said, in a voice that showed his anger. “What are you doing here?”