“It is similar in appearance to that knife,” she said.
“Crossexamine,” Hamilton Burger announced triumphantly.
Mason began his questions soothingly. “How did you happen to discover the carving knife under your uncle’s pillow on the morning of the thirteenth, Miss Hammer?”
“I… I… was worried about him.”
“In other words you had reason to believe that he might have been walking in his sleep the night before, is that right?”
“Yes.”
“And your anxiety about his sleepwalking was due to the fact that it was approaching a period of full moon?”
“Yes,” she said in a low voice.
“How did you know, Miss Hammer, that sleepwalkers are more apt to become active during the full of the moon?”
“I read it.”
“In a book?”
“Yes.”
“A medical book?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you get that book?”
“I sent away for it.”
“You’d studied that book prior to the time you locked the sideboard drawer?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Over how long a period of time?”
“Perhaps six weeks or two months.”
“Now, directing your attention to this knife, Defendant’s Exhibit A, I will ask you if you have ever seen that knife before?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you put that knife in the sideboard drawer at a date subsequent to the murder, in accordance with instructions from me?”
Hamilton Burger jumped to his feet, started to object, then slowly sat back in his chair.
“Yes, sir.”
“I told you, I believe,” Mason said, smiling over at the district attorney, “that I desired to plant the knife in the sideboard drawer and have it discovered the next day by Sergeant Holcomb; that I wanted to confuse the issues and make it increasingly difficult for the district attorney to get witnesses to identify the murder knife as the one which had been in the sideboard drawer, didn’t I?”
District Attorney Burger blinked his eyes as though doubting his senses. Judge Markham leaned forward, started to say something, paused and stared at Mason, his eyes wide with astonishment.
Blaine jumped to his feet. “Your Honor, I think Counsel should be warned that, if this question is answered in the affirmative, the district attorney’s office cannot afford to ignore the cold record, but will take steps to see that such unprofessional conduct is…” The district attorney grabbed his assistant by the coat, pulled him back to his chair.
“Answer the question, Edna,” Mason said, paying no attention to Blaine’s comment.
“Yes, sir.”
“And this knife which I gave you is the one which I have had marked for identification as Defendant’s Exhibit A?”
“Yes, sir, I think so.”
Edna Hammer’s voice was low and embarrassed. Her eyes reflected the confusion of her mind.
“And you did lock this knife, Defendant’s Exhibit A, in the drawer?”
“Yes.”
“But it wasn’t there when you opened the drawer the next morning?”
“No, sir.”
Mason said kindly, almost conversationally, “So you’ve known you were walking in your sleep for about six weeks or two months, Edna?”
The counsel at the district attorney’s table were deeply engaged in a whispered consultation. The question slipped by their ears unnoticed. Edna Hammer, her mind in a half daze by the brazen manner in which Mason had publicly proclaimed their conspiracy, was thrown off her guard.
“Yes, sir,” she said, mechanically.
It was Judge Markham who grasped the significance of the question and answer. He leaned forward to stare at the witness and said, “What was that answer?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, and then suddenly realizing what she had said, “Oh, I didn’t mean that… I didn’t…”
“What did you mean, Edna?” Mason asked.
“What’s this? What’s this?” Hamilton Burger shouted, getting to his feet. “I object. Not proper crossexamination.”
“The question relating to her sleepwalking has already been asked and answered,” Mason said. “I am now giving her an opportunity to explain what she meant by her answer.
“And I object.”
“Very well, Your Honor, I’ll withdraw the question. The first answer speaks for itself,” Mason said. Burger, looking very much annoyed, slowly sat down. Mason asked, in a kindly tone, “Did you habitually use that receptacle under the coffee table as a place in which to conceal articles from time to time, Edna?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So that when you locked the sideboard drawer on the evening of the thirteenth and went to sleep with the thought uppermost in your mind that your uncle might get the carving knife in his possession while walking in his sleep, you walked in your sleep, and, not trusting the locking of the sideboard drawer to safeguard the knife, took the knife from the drawer and placed it in that oblong receptacle under the coffee table at exactly quarter past twelve, didn’t you?”
“Objected to!” Burger shouted. “This is not proper crossexamination. This is argumentative. This is utterly improper. There is no proper foundation laid.”
“Indeed there is,” Mason assured the Court. “This witness has testified to locking the sideboard drawer; has testified to seeing the knife on the morning of the thirteenth, and to next seeing this knife on the morning of the fourteenth. I have the right to crossexamine her to show that she must have seen it earlier on the morning of the fourteenth, to wit, when she took it from the sideboard drawer.”
“But,” Burger protested, “if she did this while walking in her sleep, she wouldn’t know anything about it.”
“In that event,” Mason answered, “she can answer the question by saying, ‘I don’t know.’“
Judge Markham nodded. “The objection is overruled,” he said.
Edna Hammer said in a voice which was almost a wail, “I don’t know.”
Mason waved his hand in a gesture of dismissal. “That’s all,” he said. Hamilton Burger exchanged glances with young Blaine, then they plunged once more into whispered consultation.
“Any redirect examination?” Judge Markham asked.
“If we may have the indulgence of the Court for just a moment,” Burger said, “this whole case has taken rather a peculiar turn.” Blaine engaged in vehement whisperings but Burger slowly shook his head. Burger said, after a moment, “Very well, I’ll ask Miss Hammer a few questions on redirect examination. Did I understand you to say that you had been walking in your sleep, Miss Hammer?”
“Yes.”
“When did you first know that you were a sleepwalker?”
“About six weeks or two months ago. Perhaps a little longer.”
“How did you find out you had been walking in your sleep?”
“I had been worrying about some rather important papers of Uncle Pete’s. He’d left them in the writing desk in the living room. I told him I didn’t think it was a safe place and he said it was all right, that no one would bother them. I went to sleep worrying about them and in the morning, when I got up, the papers were in my bedroom under my pillow.”
Burger turned to Blaine. His manner was that of saying, “I told you so.” Blaine squirmed uncomfortably, made more whispered suggestions to Burger. Burger whirled back to face her. “Why didn’t you tell us this?” he asked.
“No one asked me.”
“And you got this book on sleepwalking at that time?”
“I sent away for it, yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to study up on it and see if I could cure myself, and I wanted to see if it was hereditary. In other words, I wanted to see if it might be a family trait.”
“And did you do any more sleepwalking?”
“Yes.”
Burger turned savagely to Blaine. Mason, looking across the gap between the co
unsel tables, grinned at the two lawyers who were carrying on a spirited argument in whispers, the hissing sibilants not sufficiently audible to allow spectators to hear what was being said, but loud enough to convey Burger’s general tone of exasperation. “That’s all,” Burger snapped, overruling Blaine’s whispered suggestions.
“Any recrossexamination?” Judge Markham inquired of Perry Mason.
Mason shook his head. “No, Your Honor, I’m quite satisfied with the testimony of this witness as it is.”
“That’s all, Miss Hammer,” Judge Markham said. “Call your next witness, Mr. Burger.”
“Call Gerald Harris.” Harris glanced solicitously at Edna Hammer as he came to the witness stand. She gave him a wan smile. When Harris had been sworn, Burger brushed aside a whispered suggestion from Blaine and began to question the witness. “Your name is Gerald Harris?”
“Yes.”
“You are acquainted with Peter Kent, the defendant?”
“I am.”
“You were in his house on the evening of the thirteenth?”
“I was.”
“I show you a knife, Mr. Harris, which has been introduced in evidence as People’s Exhibit Number Two, and ask you whether you have ever seen that knife before.”
“I have, on several occasions.”
“Where?”
“When I was a guest at Mr. Kent’s house. That was the carving knife which Kent used to carve turkey and roasts. There was, I believe, a smaller carving set used for steaks.”
“Do you know where this knife was kept?”
“I do.”
“Where?”
“In the sideboard in the dining room.”
“Do you know precisely where in the sideboard that knife was kept?”
“Yes, sir, in the top drawer. There was a plushlined section built to accommodate that carving knife.”
“Did you have occasion to go to that drawer in the sideboard on the evening of the thirteenth of this month?”
“I did.”
“At what time?”
“At approximately nineforty.”
“What were you doing?”
“Getting some accessories with which to make some drinks.”
“Was the carving knife there at that time?”
“It was not.”
“You’re positive of that?”
“I am.”
“Was there a lock on the drawer of that sideboard?”
“There was.”
“Was that sideboard drawer locked or unlocked at the time you have mentioned?”
“Unlocked.”
“Where were you at the time the crime was committed?”
“In Santa Barbara.”
“Who sent you there?”
“Peter Kent.”
“At whose suggestion?”
“At the suggestion of Perry Mason.”
“Do you know whether Mr. Coulter, the butler, went to the sideboard drawer that evening?”
“I know of one occasion on which he went there, yes.”
“Was that before or after the occasion on which you noticed the carving knife was not in the drawer?”
Harris fidgeted and said, “I would prefer not to answer that question.”
“Never mind your preferences. You’re here as a witness and under oath. Answer the question.”
Harris said in a muffled undertone, “Before.”
“Speak up,” Burger said, “so the jury can hear you. What did you say?”
“I said that it was before.”
“How do you know?”
“I saw Mr. Coulter at the sideboard.”
“What was he doing?”
“He had the sideboard drawer open. I don’t know whether he had been taking something out or putting something in. He closed the drawer and walked away.”
“How long was that before you opened the drawer in the sideboard?”
“About five minutes, I would say.”
Burger nodded triumphantly to Perry Mason. “You,” he said, “may crossexamine.”
Mason inquired, almost casually, “By the way, you’re secretly married to Edna Hammer, the witness who was just on the stand, aren’t you?”
The courtroom, which had been tensely silent for some minutes, rustled with motion as the spectators leaned forward to catch Harris’s answer. Harris hesitated a moment, then said, “Yes, I am.”
“When were you married to her?”
“On the tenth of last month.”
“Where?”
“In Yuma, Arizona.”
“That marriage was kept a secret?”
“Yes.”
“Following that marriage Edna Hammer placed a spring lock on her bedroom door, did she not?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You,” Mason asked, “had a key to that door?”
Harris showed his embarrassment. Burger jumped to his feet and said, “That, Your Honor, is objected to. It’s improper crossexamination.”
“I’ll withdraw the question,” Mason said, “subject to my right to ask it later, after I have laid a proper foundation.” Burger once more slowly sat down, his manner that of being ready to leap instantly to his feet. Mason sprawled out in his chair with his long legs crossed in front of him, seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. “So you went to Santa Barbara on the night of the murder?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“And that was at my suggestion?”
“It was.”
“Who went with you?”
“Miss Warrington, Mr. Kent’s secretary.”
“Anyone else?”
“No, sir.”
“You’re positive of that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You went, I believe, to the residence of Mrs. Doris Sully Kent.”
Burger said, “Just a moment, Your Honor, I think that question is plainly incompetent, irrelevant and immaterial and not proper crossexamination. It makes no difference where he went or what he did while he was in Santa Barbara.”
Mason smiled and said, “Counsel, himself, has opened the door, Your Honor. In endeavoring to show the jury that I was in charge of things at the house and had sent this witness to Santa Barbara, he asked him where he was at the time of the murder. I, therefore, have the right to inquire most painstakingly and in the greatest detail in order to explore this phase of his testimony.”
Judge Markham started to say something, then checked himself and said, “Objection overruled.”
“Answer the question, Mr. Harris. Did you go to Mrs. Doris Sully Kent’s residence?”
“I did.”
“What did you do on arriving in Santa Barbara?”
“I went to Mrs. Kent’s house. A Mr. Jackson from Mr. Mason’s office was watching the house. He offered to stay on duty until two o’clock, but I knew he had work to do in court in the morning so I told him to take Miss Warrington to a hotel and I’d stay there to watch the house. He and Miss Warrington drove away in Mr. Jackson’s car and I parked my car where I could see the house, and waited until I was relieved by a private detective some time around eight or nine o’clock in the morning.”
“Were you there in front of Mrs. Kent’s residence at three o’clock in the morning?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What happened?”
“Mrs. Kent received a telephone call.”
“Could you hear what she said over the telephone?”
“Yes.”
“What was it?”
“Your Honor,” Hamilton Burger protested, “the vice of this entire line of questioning now becomes apparent. This witness is hostile to me, friendly to the Defense, as was plainly evidenced by his manner in answering the one important question for which I called him. Now, under the guise of crossexamination, and by the use of leading questions, the defendant is seeking to establish something which could not be established on direct examination.”
“But, Your Honor,” Mason pointed out, “Counselor himself asked this witness where
he was at the time of the murder, and…”
“And you desire to test his recollection by crossexamination upon this particular point?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“I think,” Judge Markham said, “that the ruling of the Court will be that you may examine him as to where he went, what he did and what he saw, and generally what he heard, but not specifically as to what other persons may have said in his presence; I think that’s going too far afield, particularly if it covers matters which may either be inadmissible, or may only be admissible as a part of the defendant’s case.”
“Very well, Your Honor.”
There was a moment’s silence. “Proceed, Counselor,” Judge Markham said to Perry Mason.
“At the time that telephone conversation took place where were you?” Mason asked.
“Across the street from Mrs. Doris Sully Kent’s residence.”
“Do you know her personally?”
“Yes.”
“Did she answer the phone in person?”
“Objected to,” Hamilton Burger snapped, “on the same grounds. Counselor Mason can’t prove his case by crossexamining my witness.”
“I can if he opens the door on his direct examination,” Mason insisted.
“I think I’ll overrule that objection,” Judge Markham said. “It might test the recollection and credibility of the witness. However, I’ll not permit his recollection to be tested by a showing of what that conversation consisted of. I think that’s a part of the defendant’s case.”
“Did she answer the telephone?” Mason asked.
“Yes.”
“Did you see her clearly?”
“Yes.”
Mason said, “By the way, did you know…” Mason stopped abruptly in midsentence, as, swinging about in his swivel chair, his eyes rested on the crowded court room. Suddenly he was on his feet. “Your Honor,” he said, “I happen to notice that Mrs. Doris Sully Kent is in the courtroom. I understand that Mrs. Kent was originally subpoenaed by the Prosecution but, in view of the fact that certain legal proceedings had been instituted by her seeking to set aside a divorce decree, there is some question as to whether she is competent to testify as a witness against the defendant in this action. A short time ago a complete settlement of the various claims under dispute was negotiated, so that the final decree of divorce in the case of Doris Sully Kent versus Peter B. Kent has now dissolved the marriage between them. Inasmuch as Mrs. Kent is now in the courtroom, I wish to use her as a witness for the Defense. May I ask the Court to instruct Mrs. Kent not to leave the courtroom until I can have a subpoena served upon her?”
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