The Case of the Mischievous Doll

“Tinted transparent tape and collodion,” Mason said. “Remember her modesty? She backed into a corner away from the windows, bared herself for a moment, then overcome by modesty covered herself again. She didn’t give any of us a really good look. Tinted tape and collodion can make an almost perfect surgical scar from a distance.”

“But why in the world didn’t you call the attention of the Court to what you had learned earlier in the trial?” Drake asked.

“Because if I had,” Mason said, “Minerva Minden would have been convicted of the murder of Marvin Billings.

“After all, Dunleavey Jasper only needed to state that regardless of the lies he had told as to the first part of what had happened, that actually Minerva Minden had killed Marvin Billings.

“Remember also that Flossie Hendon was killed with Minerva’s gun.

“I had to manipulate things just right so that the ending came in such a dramatic manner that Jasper would cave in all the way.”

“But now the district attorney will prosecute Minerva on a hit-and-run charge,” Drake said, “so I don’t see that you’ve gained a thing.”

“He won’t prosecute her,” Mason said.

“What makes you think he won’t?”

“Because,” Mason said, grinning, “she is going to make a voluntary appearance before the judge who had placed her on probation for her previous violations of the vehicle code. She is going to confess to her part in the hit-and-run accident and take her medicine.”

“What will that medicine be?” Della Street asked. “Surely she’s been punished enough because of this ordeal she’s been through.”

“That,” Mason said, “is something we don’t need to concern ourselves with. It’s up to the judge. He may extend probation on this charge or he may revoke her probation and send her to jail. My own guess is he will find that the consequences of this last escapade of hers have resulted in subduing the madcap heiress of Montrose into a very penitent, humble young woman who now realizes she can’t pit her personality, her wealth and her nylons against the majesty of the law.”

“You mean he will give her probation?” Della Street asked.

“I think it’s quite possible,” Mason said. “He will, of course, revoke her driving licence for a long period and order her to make a generous settlement on the victim of the hit-and-nun. Remember, she tried to confess to me on several occasions but I headed her off. I had to.”

“Why?” Drake asked.

“Because,” Mason said, “I am an officer of the court. I didn’t want her to confess to the hit-and-run crime until I had secured her release on this murder charge. I didn’t want to have any official confirmation from her own lips of what I suspected to be the case until the murder charge had been disposed of.”

“But why did she take these elaborate precautions to fool us?” Della Street asked. “Why all the business of the blank cartridges at the airport?”

“Because,” Mason said, “she had found the ten thousand dollars in the glove compartment, had learned the car was a stolen one operated by crooks, and so she had to have Dorrie Ambler vanish into thin air in order to get the crooks off her own neck. Therefore, she put the ad in the paper, answered it herself, victimized the firm of detectives, and then called me from the courthouse as soon as the court hearing was over, saying she was at her apartment and that men were keeping her under surveillance and would we please come at once. Then Minerva hung up the telephone.

“You’ll remember Drake’s detective said she went to the phone booth right after the hearing. That’s when she intended to have Dorrie disappear, leaving me very much concerned over the disappearance.

“It was a nice scheme. It might have worked the way she planned it. As it happened, however, at the time she was telephoning me, the crooks who had stolen the car and who had used the apartment on the lower floor as a base of operations were in the apartment searching for the ten thousand dollars. The detective caught them there and was shot by Dunleavey Jasper.”

“Wouldn’t it have been something,” Della Street asked, “if you hadn’t been able to bring things to such a dramatic conclusion that Dunleavey Jasper lost his head and confessed to what really happened? Good heavens, Minerva Minden might have been convicted of her own murder!”

She thought for a moment, then asked, “How could Jasper have known all those facts, Chief?”