“Okay,” Eves told him. “Remember this, Mason, we could have closed up on you like a clam and you’d have been out on the end of a limb. I’m giving you a break. Don’t forget it.”
Mason filled in the subpoena.
“And don’t think this is going to be a downhill pull,” Eves said. “If the D.A. uses his head you’re up against the toughest proposition you ever tackled.”
“Thanks for the warning,” Mason told him. “I’ll take a chance. Evelyn Whiting, you’re subpoenaed to appear tomorrow morning at ten o’clock A.M., or as soon thereafter as Counsel can be heard, as a witness for the Defense in the preliminary hearing in the case of the People of the State of California vs. Anna Moar.”
“Okay,” Eves said. “That’s all in due and regular form. Now you guys get to hell out of here. I’m on my honeymoon.”
Chapter 12
As Mason entered the lobby of the hotel, he said to Paul Drake, “Paul, I’ve been doing a little thinking. I’m uneasy about this Eves business.”
“Why?” Drake asked. “Eves is a crook. He respects you because you’re a mouthpiece. He’ll go the limit for you. Moar’s statement to Evelyn Whiting gives you everything you need in front of a jury. Even if his wife did beat the gun and bump him off, you’re never going to get a jury to bring in a verdict against her — not after Evelyn Whiting tells her story.”
Mason said, “Just the same, Paul, I want you to look up Roger P. Cartman, find out all about the automobile accident in which he was injured over on the Islands, find out who his friends were, and find out where he is now.”
“Okay,” Drake said, “I’ll get busy on it right away.”