Cool & Lam 15 - Beware the Curves

arrest.
    “Now, Donald, we want you to get busy and work on this case. There’s enough involved so we can completely exclude all other business matters from our minds and concentrate on this case.”
    I took the telephone directory from Bertha’s desk. “The first thing you want is a lawyer,” I said, “and you want him fast.”
    She said, “I have already thought of that. There are two outstanding lawyers in Los Angeles whose names command respect. I’ll—”
    “Forget it!” I told her. “The case is going to be tried in Orange County . You want someone in Santa Ana . You also want someone who will listen to reason .“
    “What do you mean, listen to reason?” she asked.
    “Listen to me,” I said and reached for the telephone, dialed long distance and said, “Operator, this is an emergency call. I want to talk with Barnard Quinn, a lawyer at Santa Ana , California . His residence number is Sycamore 3-9865. Just start ringing and keep ringing until you get an answer.”

CHAPTER 9 …

    It was just breaking daylight as we parked our cars in the deserted street in front of the building where Barney Quinn had his offices.
    Quinn was waiting for us.
    He was a stockily built chap who had had a reasonable amount of experience. He had been in law school with me.
    We explained the circumstances to him. He was, of course, familiar with all of the general facts concerning the murder of Karl Carver Endicott. It had been a big murder mystery in its day and the local papers had played it up for all it was worth.
    “They didn’t try to hold you?” he asked Mrs. Endicott.
    She shook her head.
    “They’ll come back after you as a material witness,” he said. “The district attorney will be very fatherly and very nice. He will explain that undoubtedly you were taken in, that if you’ll make a complete statement to him there won’t be any trouble, but he’s going to have to call you as a witness and all of that sort of stuff.”
    “What do I do?” she asked, her lips clamped in a thin line of angry determination.
    “Tell him to go to hell,” Quinn said. “Not in those words of course, but in words having that same general meaning, only more advantageous to the defense . Tell him that he simply doesn’t know John Dittmar Ansel , that there has been a horrible mistake, that Ansel wouldn’t hurt a fly, that you have never been satisfied with the investigative work that was done in the case, that your husband’s murderer is reading the newspapers right now and laughing at the manner in which the Police are busily engaged in trying to work up a case against the wrong man.
    “Make it dramatic! Pour it on! Let the words come spouting forth with feeling! Put on an act. Then take refuge in tears and refuse to make any further statements. You have said all there is to say, and that’s all you’re going to say.
    “When they ask you if you refuse to be of any help in the case, if you refuse to co-operate, become indignant and tell them, ‘Certainly not!’ that you will give them all the co-operation they want, that you will make all the statements they want, but from that point on your statements are to be made in the office of Barnard Quinn who is attorney for John D. Ansel . Think you can do that?”
    “Of course I can do it.”
    “And you will?”
    "You can count on me.”
    “All right,” Quinn said. “Now I’m going to try and see Ansel . Do you know if he waived extradition, Mrs. Endicott?”
    “I don’t know a thing about what happened. They took him into custody. I tried to talk with him and they wouldn’t let me. It was in the wedding chapel. They rushed him out and loaded him into a car and went away from there as though they were going to a fire. They evidently had men covering both Las Vegas and Yuma . The minute we took out a license we were marked for the slaughter.”
    Quinn said, “If they didn’t get him to waive extradition, we’ll fight extradition. We’ll fight all along the way. If he did waive extradition, I’ll get in touch with him just as soon as they book him here in the county jail.”
    Quinn turned to me. “Lam,” he said, “you’ve been of inestimable help on a couple of cases I’ve handled. We want your co-operation in this.”
    “You’re going to have it,” Bertha Cool said.
    Quinn said to Mrs. Endicott, “It is essential that I have the right kind of assistance in getting the facts. I want you to make arrangements with these detectives