“I think it is of the res gestae, ” the Prosecutor argued.
“The objection will be sustained,” Judge Romley ruled. “As the Court sees it, this testimony should be received only by way of impeachment.”
“Very well,” Scudder said with bad grace, you may leave the stand, Miss Adams.”
Mason’s voice was clear and steady. “If Della Street put in that telephone call,” he said, “you have only to ask her and she’ll tell you the truth.”
“I don’t need your advice,” Scudder snapped.
Judge Romley said in a tired voice, “That will do, gentlemen. If there is to be any more repartee between Counsel, the Court will restrict all remarks of Counsel to examination of witnesses and arguments made to the Court.”
“Miss Della Street,” Scudder said savagely.
A door opened, and a deputy escorted Della Street into the courtroom. Her face was expressionless. Her eyes avoided those of Perry Mason as she was being sworn.
“Your name is Della Street, and you are employed by Perry Mason, as his private and confidential secretary, and have been in his employ for several years last past?” Scudder asked.
Della Street said, “Yes.”