Sergeant Holcomb glanced from the letter to Mason. There was suspicion in his eyes, as well as in his voice. “Sabin employed you?”
“Yes.”
“And gave you this letter?”
“Yes.”
“Just what does he want you to do?”
“He wants me to co-operate with the police.”
Sergeant Holcomb’s laugh was sarcastic. “That’s the best one I’ve heard in twenty years. Perry Mason co-operating with the police! You co-operate with the police just like the Republicans co-operate with the Democrats.”
Mason turned to the sheriff. “Just because a lawyer represents innocent defendants doesn’t mean he’s opposed to the authorities,” he said quietly.
“The hell it doesn’t!” Sergeant Holcomb interpolated. “You’ve always been against the police.”
“On the contrary,” Mason told him, “I’ve helped solve quite a few murder cases.”