anything yet. How long do you suppose we can keep this up?”
“All afternoon,” Mason told her, his lips unsmiling, but his eyes twinkling.
“That’s what I was afraid of. Tell me, Mr. Mason, did Mother tell you about Dad’s giving up his job and never going back to the office?”
“What gave you that impression?” Mason asked.
“Well, you see,” she said, “Moms is nice, but rather naive, as so many of the older generation are. The last few days, whenever she’s been standing by the rail and talking to you, there’s been a sudden silence when I come along. Now, that’s poor technique. As one of the precocious younger generation, I know you’re discussing something you don’t want me to hear, and I think it concerns Dad and our sudden influx of wealth.”
“Will you kindly tell me what has put that idea in your head?” Mason asked.
She sighed and said, “Yes, I guess you can keep it up all afternoon. I’m trying to question you, Mr. Perry Mason, but so far you’re asking all the questions in response to my questions, and I’m giving all the information in response to your questions.”
“But,” Mason protested, “I don’t see why you came to me in the first place. Was there something?...”
“No,” she interrupted, “please don’t ask me any more questions. I see that I’d better handle the interview myself if I’m going to get anywhere. Now, I’ll say, ‘Is Mother trying to keep something from me, Mr. Mason?’ and you’ll say, ‘What do you think there is to conceal from you, Belle?’ and I’ll say, ‘Something about Dad,’ and you’ll say ‘But what could there be about your father which should be concealed from you?’ and I’ll say, ‘Well, after all, Mr. Mason, he has done some rather peculiar things during the last two months. That is, they look peculiar if you don’t know Dad,’ and you’ll say ‘What things?’ and I’d say, ‘Hasn’t Mother told you?’ and you’d... No, don’t interrupt me now, Mr. Mason, because I’m driving you into a comer by relentless cross-examination. And you’d say, ‘Don’t you think you should ask your mother rather than me?’ and then that, Mr. Perry Mason, would give me just the opening I’m looking for and I’d say, ‘Mr. Mason, don’t you think that, in justice to all concerned, you should hear Dad’s side of the story?’ and before you could ask me another question I’d say, ‘Well, I do, and I’m going to arrange for you to have a talk with Dad. Personally, I think Moms is all wet. Dad is peculiar and he’s eccentric, but he’s done nothing to be ashamed of, and there’s no need of Moms getting herself all worked up thinking that he has.’ So, Mr. Perry Mason, I’m going to ask you to talk with Dad and hear his side of it before you form any opinion or agree to do anything for Mother.”
“Don’t you think your father might be rather prejudiced against me?” Mason asked.
“Absolutely not,” she said. “He has about the sanest perspective of any man I’ve ever known. He knows you’ve been talking a lot with Mom and...”
“And your father,” Mason interrupted, “has rather studiously avoided me. I’ve gathered from what your mother has said that he’s prejudiced against lawyers.”
“Now that shows all Mom knows about it,” Belle exclaimed indignantly. “Dad used to be prejudiced against what he called criminal lawyers, but that was before he served as a juror when a man was being tried for murder. The man was innocent. Dad says, but his lawyer, a man named Van Densie, seemed to have sold him out. But they couldn’t fool Dad. Dad held out for an acquittal, even when the other eleven were against him. And Dad finally managed to convince those other eleven jurors that the man really was innocent. It made quite an impression on Dad. He said anyone might be accused of crime and circumstantial evidence might look black against him. He said the lawyers who defended men should be more able. He thought Van Densie was incompetent, as well as being a crook. Dad was all worked up about it. He said some day he might be accused of crime, and he’d want a good lawyer to represent him.”
Mason said, “Apparently your father has a mind of his own.”
“Then you’ll see him,” she asked, “and hear what he has to say?”
Mason said, “Look here, Belle, I’m going to be frank with you. I don’t want to see your father and don’t want to talk with him.”
“Why?”
“I can’t explain.”
Her eyes searched his. “Does it,” she asked, “have anything to do with my happiness?”
“I think,” Mason told her, “since you’ve gone so far, I’d prefer to have you talk with your mother.”
“Look here, Mr. Mason,” she said, “I’m not a child. I know something’s in the wind. I have an idea it affects me. Now, Dad won some money in a lottery. If that was an illegal thing to do, then he has to give back the money. But I’d prefer — very much prefer — not to have anything said or done until after the ship docks. I think you know why.”
“I do,” Mason told her, “and I want you to understand that your mother has your best interests at heart.”
Her eyes swam with tears. “I wish,” she said, “things had been different. I wouldn’t have missed knowing Roy for anything. But you know what it means, Mr. Mason. He’s out of my class. I’ve had my little masquerade and that masquerade is about over. I’ve realized all along the price I was going to have to pay, but I know it has to be paid. Now then, I’m afraid that Carl, or Moms, or both, are planning to carry on, thinking they can give me a chance. They can’t. I’m not in Roy’s world and he’s not in mine. We could pretend while we’re on shipboard, or while we were in Honolulu, but as soon as we hit the Mainland it’s different... Tell me, Mr. Mason, is Moms planning to sue Carl for divorce?”
“That isn’t what we’ve been talking about,” Mason said kindly.
Belle Newberry scraped back her chair. The roll of the boat threw her off balance. Mason jumped to her side, steadied her with his hand on her elbow.
“Please,” she said, “don’t let Mom make any useless sacrifices for me. She doesn’t see the thing as clearly as I do. Tomorrow morning after we land, it will be over.”
“Don’t you think Roy will try to keep in touch with you?” Mason asked.
“I won’t let him,” she retorted. “I’ll walk out of his life and slam the door behind me. We can’t keep up with his set. I’ve been able to put on an act just because Dad was fortunate enough to win some money in a lottery. If it hadn’t been for that, I’d have been living a drab existence with perhaps a two weeks’ vacation with Moms at some beach city, where we’d have a cheap furnished cottage, or maybe a motor trip where we could spend the nights in auto camps... Please, Mr. Mason, don’t let Moms try to do something to give me a chance I could never use.”
Mason walked with her to the door. “You,” he said, “talk like a quitter. If you want him, why don’t you fight for him? If he loves you, he won’t care whether your father was a bookkeeper or...”
“You don’t understand,” she interrupted. “It isn’t as though Roy had met me as the daughter of a bookkeeper. Pops gave me a chance to crash into the ritzy tourist crowd. You know how it is on the Islands. I played I was one of them. I let Roy take my position in life for granted. You see, I... I didn’t know he was going to mean so darn much to me.
“Now I can’t back it up. If I’d met him so he knew all about me, he could go to his set and say, ‘Meet Belle Newberry. She’s not in our set, but I like her.’ That would have been one thing. But to have Celinda Dail know all about... Oh, I can’t explain. You’d have to know Roy to understand... He doesn’t like sham. He hates girls who try to make a play for him. He’d never understand I was just having a little game of makebelieve with myself. He’d think I’d deliberately planned...”