"And what was the nature of that conversation?"

"Palmer told me that he had been in touch with Desere Ellis; that he had been trying to get a proxy to vote her shares in the Steer Ridge Oil and Refining Company; that she had referred him to me; that if I would co-operate with him it would be possible for us to greatly enhance the value of the securities held by Miss Ellis or for her benefit."

"Just what did he want in that connection?"

"He said that it would be necessary for us to have a meeting in great secrecy."

"Did you arrange such a meeting?"

"After he told me that if I would see that he had the proxy for twenty thousand shares, and an unsecured loan of five thousand dollars, he would see that Fred Hedley would be placed in such a position that it would be impossible for him to marry Desere Ellis, I told him a meeting might be arranged."

"And what happened?"

"He told me that at a certain time on the evening of September twenty-first, I was to call a certain number; that that would be the number of a pay station; that the person who answered that number would give me another telephone number to call which would be the number of another pay station; that if I would call that number, I would be advised where to go in order to meet him."

"Did you make such a call as the first one?"

"Yes."

"And what were you told?"

"I was given the number of the other pay station, the number which I was to call."

"Was that the decedent, Rodger Palmer, with whom you were talking?"

"I don't know. The voice sounded disguised. It sounded like a man trying to talk in a high-pitched voice. It could even have been a woman. I thought at the time it was a man. Thinking back on it now I am not so sure."

"And you called the next number?"

"Yes."

"And what happened there?"

"A voice told me to go to the seventh tee at the Barclay Country Club, to be there just as soon as I could get there; that there had been some mix-up in time schedule; that the man I was to meet was going to be forced to leave in just a few minutes; that I was to get there at the earliest possible instant."

"Was anything said in any of these conversations about money?"

"Yes, I was to have five thousand dollars with me. If the information that was to be given me was as represented, I was to pay over the five thousand dollars."

"At the time of this telephone conversation, did you have occasion to notice the witness, Tom Fulton, who has previously testified?"

"Yes, sir, I saw him, but, of course, at that time, I had no idea he was taking any personal interest in me. I thought he was simply someone who was in a hurry to use the telephone. He came up to the telephone booth and made some sort of signs to me and I motioned him to go away."

"Subsequently, did you know that he was following you?"

"No, sir."

"You left the phone booth in a hurry and went through some red lights and a boulevard stop?"

"I'm afraid that I was in such a hurry that I violated several sections of the vehicle code."

"And went to the country club?"

"Yes."

"You are a member of that club?"

"Yes."

"Did you know that you had been followed to that club, or followed part of the way?"

"No, sir."

"What did you do?"

"I parked my car, used my key and went in. I looked around for the night watchman but didn't see him. I hurried out on the links."

"You were familiar with the location of the seventh tee?"

"Yes."

"What did you do?"

"I hurried out there and looked around; saw no one, but finally noticed a dark object lying on the ground. I bent over that object and it was the body of this man, Rodger Palmer."

"You knew him at the time?"

"I had not seen him previously. I had talked with him over the telephone. That was all."

"How many times?"

"Several times. First, after he had requested Desere Ellis to give her proxy and she had referred him to me. He had called me and then I had had several conversations with him over the telephone concerning a suggestion that I pay him for this information which he offered to give me."

"What time was it when you got to the Barclay Country Club?"

"It was just a few minutes before ten."

"What did you do after you discovered the body?"

"I looked around- That is, I wanted to make sure he was dead."

"And when you did make sure, then what did you do?"

"I got to my feet. My right foot encountered a hard object. I bent over to find out what it was, and saw that it was a gun."

"And then what did you do?"

"I realized it was my own gun and suddenly became panic-stricken."

"And what did you do?"

"I left the country club. I drove down the road for a short distance, threw the gun under a culvert where I hoped it would never be discovered; went to Ensenada in Mexico and registered at the Siesta del Tarde Auto Court under the name Frank Kerry."

"Frank is one of your names?"

"Yes, my full name is Frank Kerry Dutton."

"You recognized the gun as your own?"

"I thought it was mine, yes."

"And you knew you had given that gun to Desere Ellis?"

"Yes."

"Were you trying to protect Desere Ellis in-"

"Objected to," Hamilton Burger said, "incompetent, irrelevant and immaterial, argumentative, leading and suggestive."

"Sustained," Judge Alvarado said.

"Cross-examine," Mason snapped.

Hamilton Burger, the district attorney, masked his true feelings behind a facade of extreme courtesy as he arose and approached the witness.

"I have a few questions," he said. "Simply for the purpose of clarifying your story in my own mind and for the jury, Mr. Dutton, I take it you have no objections?"

"Certainly not," Dutton said.

It was quite apparent that Hamilton Burger, having been warned by Mason, would make every effort to tear him to pieces, the defendant was agreeably surprised by this attitude on the part of the prosecutor.

"We'll start in with finding the body," Hamilton Burger said. "What time was it that you arrived at the seventh tee? I believe you said it was a minute or two after ten?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, we should be able to clarify it a little better than that," Burger said. "You were in a hurry?"

"Yes."

"Is there, by any chance, a clock on the dashboard of your automobile?"

"There is."

"Was it accurate on the night in question?"

"I try to keep it accurate, yes, sir."

"Well, now," Burger said, smiling, "from the manner in which you make that statement, I gather that it is a habit of yours to be punctual and to know what time it is?"

"Yes, sir."

"So you keep your clock accurate at all times?"

"I try to, yes."

"Now, having made an appointment for that night and being in a great hurry, you undoubtedly looked at your clock several times while you were driving from the telephone booth to the golf club-you must have."

"I'm quite sure I did," Dutton said, matching the district attorney's affable courtesy.

"Exactly," Hamilton Burger said, his voice low and well modulated, "so you must be able to tell the jury what you mean by a minute or two after ten?"

"I would say that it was one minute before ten when I entered the golf club. I think I arrived there and had parked the car at one minute after ten."

"I see," Hamilton Burger said, "and how long did it take you to get to the seventh tee?"

"I would say about three minutes."

"So you arrived at the seventh tee at exactly four minutes after ten?"

"We could give or take a few seconds, but for practical purposes, right around four minutes after ten."

"So it takes you about three minutes to go from the seventh tee to the clubhouse?"

"Yes."

"Now, you have heard the detective, Tom Fulton, testify that you left the golf club at ten-twenty-two?"