He broke off as Kittering came storming over to their table.
Kittering, his voice so indignant that he could hardly talk, sputtered, “What the devil do you mean... You’ll be disbarred for this.”
“For what?” Mason asked.
Kittering pointed an indignant finger at Gertrude Lade. “ That girl ” he stormed. “She was no more in the restaurant than I was! One of my investigators tells me she’s in your office, working at the switchboard.”
“That’s right,” Mason observed, calmly exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke.
“You can’t pull that stuff and get away with it,” Kittering stormed.
“Why not?”
Kittering said, “Because it’s illegal; it’s unethical; it’s... I believe it’s a contempt of court. I’m going to see Judge Knox, and tell him the whole contemptible scheme.”
Kittering strode away in the direction of the judge’s chambers. Mason continued to smoke calmly and placidly.
“Chief,” Della Street said in a half whisper, “don’t you suppose Judge Knox will figure it is a contempt of court?”