William L. Frankline was McNair’s first witness of the day. Frankline, it seemed, was the deputy who had been with Jameson at the time Dr. Macon had been surprised at the Blane cabin, and Frankline testified in detail to steps they had taken to place the cabin under surveillance, and to seeing Adele Blane and Myrna Payson enter the cabin. Subsequently, Rodney Beaton and Lola Strague had arrived, and Adele had secreted herself in the dark bedroom where the body of Jack Hardisty had been found. Thereafter, Burt Strague had put in an appearance. Some minutes later, a skulking figure had been seen prowling around toward the back of the cabin. Having ascertained that the bedroom was dark, and apparently deserted, this figure had forced the window and entered the room. At that point the witness and one William N. Jameson, also a deputy sheriff, had approached the window, and at a signal simultaneously switched on flashlights, which had disclosed Adele Blane rushing screaming from the room, and the defendant, Dr. Macon, in the act of taking a bullet from its place of concealment behind a picture which hung on the wall of the bedroom. The bullet had been taken from Dr. Macon’s hand as the handcuffs were put on him, and subsequently marked with a distinctive scratch for identification. And the witness unhesitatingly identified the bullet which McNair showed him as being that bullet.
“Cross-examine,” McNair said to Perry Mason.
Mason regarded the witness thoughtfully. “You say that when you turned on your flashlights you saw this man in the act of removing a bullet from behind a picture?”
“Yes, sir.”
Mason said, “In other words, you saw his hand behind the framed picture. When you jerked the hand out you found there was a bullet in it, and from that, you deduced that he was removing a bullet from behind the picture. Is that right?”
“Well — you might put it that way.”
“And for all you know,” Mason said, “the defendant, Macon, instead of taking something out, may have been—” Mason broke off abruptly as his eye caught the smirk on McNair’s face. “I’ll withdraw that question,” he said calmly, “and there are no further questions of this witness.”
McNair was suddenly furious. He started to get up, apparently to make some objection, then dropped back into his chair. He frowned thoughtfully.
Mason drew toward himself a pad of paper, scribbled a note. “McNair wanted me to force Frankline to admit that Macon might have been putting the bullet in instead of taking it out. Something fishy here. Hold your hat.”
He walked over to hand the note to Della Street.
Judge Canfield looked at Dr. Macon. “Does the defendant, Macon, have any questions?”
“No questions.”
“Any redirect, Mr. McNair?”
“No... no, Your Honor. That’s all.” McNair seemed definitely nonplussed, but a moment later he called Dr. Kelmont Pringle.
Dr. Pringle qualified himself as an expert criminologist, laboratory technician, a specialist in forensic medicine and toxicology, and an expert on ballistics.
“Handing you the bullet which has previously been identified and received in evidence,” McNair said, “I will ask you if you examined that bullet and made certain tests with it.”
“I did.”
“I now hand you a thirty-eight caliber Colt revolver, which I am asking at this time may be marked for identification. I will ask you, Doctor, if you fired any test bullets through that gun.”
“I did.”
“And did you, with the aid of a comparison microscope, compare them with the bullet which I have just handed you?”
“I did.”
“And were the bullets fired from this weapon of the same general description as the bullet which you hold in your hand, Doctor?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now then, Doctor, by the aid of the comparison microscope, did you determine whether or not this bullet which you hold in your hand had been fired from this very weapon to which I have directed your attention?”
“I did.”
“Was that bullet so fired from this gun, Doctor?”
There was the trace of a frosty twinkle in Dr. Pringle’s eyes. “It was not!”
Judge Canfield looked down at McNair’s smiling countenance, glanced at Perry Mason, leaned forward on the bench, said, “I beg your pardon, Doctor. Did I understand the answer to be that the bullet was not fired from that weapon?”
“That is right,” Dr. Pringle said. “The bullet definitely was not fired from this weapon.”
Dr. Macon settled back in his seat with the relaxation which comes with relief from a great tension.
There was no expression whatever on the face of Milicent Hardisty.
Perry Mason kept his eyes fastened steadily on the witness.
“Now then,” McNair went on, “since it appears that the bullet was not fired from this .38 revolver which I have handed you, Doctor, I will ask if you made any further examination of that bullet or found out anything further in connection with it?”
“Yes, sir. I did.”
“I direct your attention, Doctor, to certain reddish-brown stains appearing on the bullet, and, at one particular place, to a certain bit of dried reddish material.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What is that material, Doctor?”
“It is animal tissue which has become dehydrated by exposure to the air.”
“And these reddish-brown stains, Doctor, what are these?”
“Those are blood.”
“Have you made tests with that tissue and with the blood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And have your tests definitely ascertained whether that is or is not blood?”
“Yes, sir. They have. It is blood.”
“Now, Doctor, please listen carefully to this question. Assuming that, on the first day of October, nineteen hundred and forty-two, a man was killed by a bullet fired from a thirty-eight caliber revolver, is there anything about this bullet which would enable you, as an expert, to tell whether or not this particular bullet which you are now holding in your hand was the fatal bullet which brought about the death of this individual on October first, nineteen hundred and forty-two?”
“Yes,” Dr. Pringle said. “There is something about this bullet which would enable me to answer that question.”
“Will you please state to the jury just what that is, Doctor?”
“I tested the blood on that bullet both by the precipitin test and by microscopic measurement with a micrometer eyepiece.”
“And what did you find?”
“I found that the erythrocyte was one thirty-five hundredth of an inch in diameter.”
“What is the erythrocyte, Doctor?”
“The red blood corpuscle.”
McNair turned abruptly to Mason. “Do you have any cross-examination?”
Mason hesitated, then said, “Yes.”
He regarded Dr. Pringle with a frown. “Doctor, that is a most peculiar way to give your testimony.”
“I answered questions.”
“You did, indeed. You volunteered no conclusions.”
“No, sir. I was asked, at this time, only for facts.”
“You stated that you convinced yourself the diameter of the red blood corpuscle was one thirty-five hundredth of an inch.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mason paused for a moment, then went ahead cautiously. “Doctor, I am not absolutely certain of my information, but it seems to me that the red blood corpuscle of the human being is one thirty-two hundredth of an inch in diameter.”
“That is right.”