The Case of the Fenced-In Woman
Man by the name of LeGrande Dayton. And if he's a detective, I'm a nursemaid's aunt.
    "He wanted me to point my wife out to him. Naturally you can't walk up with a private detective, point your finger and say, 'That's the woman right there. Hello, honey, how are you?' And then your wife will say, 'Well, what's this all about? Who's this man you got with you?' And you say, 'Oh, he's just a guy-someone that wanted to know what you looked like so I told him I'd point you out.'" Carson threw back his head and laughed.
    "You have to handle these things judiciously, Mason. I told this detective to shadow the one in dark green just coming out of the door; the one on the edge of the sidewalk. Then I ducked down behind the seat. Well, naturally I meant the inside edge of the sidewalk. He thought that I meant the woman who was on the outside edge of the sidewalk-at least that's what he says now."
    "And he shadowed the wrong woman?" Mason asked.
    "That's right. Went ahead and got all the dope on her. He asked me if I wanted to break a door down and take pictures and I decided I didn't want to go that strong. That's where I made my big mistake-I'd have found it was the wrong person. But he had all the affidavits, photostats of registrations at the motel and all of that, and I went along for the ride-and believe me, they took me for a ride."
    Mason said, "I still don't care to discuss matters with you, Mr. Carson. You're going to need an attorney."
    Carson said, "I don't need any lawyer. I sympathize with Eden. Everything I told him I told him in good faith. There wasn't any fraud connected with it. There wasn't any breach of trust. Morley and I were dealing at arm's length."
    "I don't care to discuss it with you," Mason said.
    "You're not discussing it with me; I'm discussing it with you. Now, I'm just going to tell you something, Mr. Mason. You just sit back on this thing and hold your horses. I'll get it straightened out, but I don't want you filing any suit charging me with fraud or anything of that sort. You get that now, that's important. I'm in a position right at the moment where I'm conducting some delicate negotiations. I don't want any further litigation pending."
    "What you want and what my client wants are not necessarily the same thing," Mason said, "and under the circumstances I'm bound to do what I think is for the best interests of my client."
    "That's what I'm telling you," Carson said. "The best interests of your client require that he cooperate with me and not go off half – cocked with a lot of litigation."
    Mason said, "I want to ask you some questions, Carson, but I am going to ask you those questions when you are under oath and when you have an attorney representing you."
    "Oh, I know," Carson said. "You've probably been talking with old squarehead Goodwin, the judge who tried the case. That old fossil! My gosh, you should see the way Vivian twisted him around her finger.
    "After you've lived with a woman awhile, you get to know her pretty well. I could see the whole campaign, the way it was all thought out; the way she fluttered her eyes, the way she crossed and uncrossed her knees-looking at the old buzzard with her heart in her eyes-the perfect picture of the wronged woman. If Judge Goodwin could have done it, he'd have sent me to prison. Boy, did she sell him a bill of goods!"
    Mason said, "I don't care to discuss the merits of the divorce action with you, Carson, but I believe that your wife named another woman."
    "All right, what of it? They didn't prove anything, just a lot of inferences. Genevieve Honcutt Hyde is a friend, and that's all. Sure, Vivian had suspicions but she wasn't able to prove anything. I spent a lot of time in Las Vegas but gambling was the main attraction. Sure, the girl was there and I liked her and I went out with her; a few dinners at nightclubs, automobile rides and stuff like that… Good Lord, the last few months of our marriage Vivian was like an iceberg to me. What the hell does

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