"Never mind that," Hamilton Burger interrupted. "I'm just trying to trace the gun. You gave it to George Spencer Ranger."

"That is right."

"Was it a gift or a loan?"

"It was a loan."

"And did Mr. Ranger return the gun to you?"

"No, sir, he didn't. He told me that he had given it to--,'

"Never mind what he told you. That's hearsay," Hamilton Burger said. "I'm simply asking you if he gave the gun back to you."

"No, sir, he did not."

"That's all," Hamilton Burger said. "Cross-examine."

"No questions," Mason said.

"Call George Spencer Ranger," Hamilton Burger said.

Once again an officer opened the door of the witness room, and Ranger, a tall, loose-jointed man in his forties with a shock of dark hair and heavy dark eyebrows, entered the courtroom.

"Hold up your right hand and be sworn," Hamilton Burger said.

The witness was duly sworn, gave his name and address to the court reporter, seated himself on the witness chair, turned to Judge Keyser and said, "I want it understood that I am here against my will. I have been subpoenaed by an officer who took me into custody and forced me to accompany him here. I am not testifying willingly."

"That doesn't make any difference at this time," Judge Keyser said. "If you were brought here in response to the process of the court, you are here and you are called as a witness. It is your duty to give your testimony."

"If the Court please," Hamilton Burger said, "this is a hostile witness. It will be necessary to ask leading questions."

"Go ahead with your examination," Judge Keyser said. "We will determine the att.i.tude and the necessity for leading questions as we go along and if and when objection is made."

"You are acquainted with Loring Crowder?"

"I am, yes, sir."

"Did Loring Crowder lend you a Smith and Wesson revolver some time ago?"

The witness thought for a moment, then said, "Yes."

"Did you return that gun to Mr. Crowder?"

"I did not."

"Where is it now?"

"I don't know."

"What did you do with it?"

"I . . . I surrendered it."

"To whom?"

"My attorney told me it would be better to leave it with him."

"Who was your attorney?"

The witness hesitated.

"Who was it?" Hamilton Burger asked. "The court records show it. It was Perry Mason, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Now then, I show you a gun marked People's Exhibit B, being a Smith and Wesson revolver, number 133347, and ask you if that is the gun."

"I don't know," the witness said, giving the gun only a cursory look.

"Look at it," Hamilton Burger said. "Take it in your hand."

The witness extended his hand, looked at the gun, handed it back to Hamilton Burger, said, "I still don't know."

"All right, I'll put it this way," Hamilton Burger said. "You got a gun from Loring Crowder?"

"Yes."

"And whatever that gun was, you gave that gun to Perry Mason?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"When my case was coming up, something over six months ago."

"Did Perry Mason at any time ever give that gun back to you?"

"No."

"That was the last time you saw it, when you gave it to Perry Mason?"

"Yes."

"And the gun that you gave him was the same gun that you got from Loring Crowder?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything about this gun which is at all dissimilar to the gun which was given you by Loring Crowder?"

"I can't remember. I can't remember what that gun looked like."

"It could be this gun?"

"It could be."

"You may cross-examine," Hamilton Burger said.

"No questions," Mason said.

"Now," Hamilton Burger said, "I want to call Helman Ellis, the husband of the deceased woman."

Once more the door of the witness room was opened, and the deputy called out the name, "Helman Ellis."

Ellis entered the courtroom, glanced at Ellen Robb, hastily averted his eyes, walked over to take the oath and seated himself in the witness chair.

Hamilton Burger said, "Your name is Helman Ellis. You were the husband of Nadine Ellis? She was your wife in her lifetime?"

"Yes."

"You own the yacht on which the body was found, the Cap's Eyes?"

"Yes."

"When did you last see your wife alive?"

"I saw her briefly on the early morning of Wednesday, the tenth."

"Where was she?"

"She was in our house, and then I last saw her in an automobile."

"Where?"

"At our home at Rowena, in the garage."

"Did you have any conversation with her?"

"A very brief conversation."

"And of what did that conversation consist?"

"I told her I wanted to explain certain things to her. She told me that an explanation could do no good, that things had progressed to such a point that talk would accomplish nothing."

"Then what?"

"I kept trying to patch things up with her, but I saw it was no use. I was trying to get possession of a gun she had. She told me she was going to divorce me."

"What time was that?"

"A little before six."

"Will you explain the circ.u.mstances, please?"

"The night before, that was Tuesday night, I had planned to go cruising on our yacht. She was going to accompany me. We had an argument. She pulled a gun on me and left me marooned on the yacht. She told me she was going to Arizona and kill 'my mistress.' I didn't get ash.o.r.e until nine-thirty.

"After I warned Ellen, I went home and quietly let myself in. I slept on the couch without undressing. My wife latchkeyed the door and let herself in about 5:45 A.M. She had been driving our car. She left the motor running while she went to her room to get something.

"I followed her out to the car. She said she was satisfied I had tried to make her think 'my mistress,' the defendant, had gone to Arizona simply to throw her off the trail. She said she knew now where the defendant was and that I had spent the night with the defendant. She said the defendant had gone aboard our yacht in the belief I was there. She said she was going to pistolwhip the defendant so her beauty would be permanently marred."

"What did you say to that?"

"Nothing. I had never met the defendant aboard our yacht. I knew my wife was barking up the wrong tree, so I decided to let her go, feeling she might calm down after she found out her mistake.

"She had also told me she was going to have a fingerprint expert dust the cabin of the yacht to find the defendant's fingerprints. Since I felt sure there were no fingerprints of the defendant there, I felt it would be best to let my wife follow up this lead, and in that way she might convince herself her suspicions were groundless."

"Then what happened?"

"She drove off."

"And at that time she was headed for your yacht?"

"Yes."

"You never saw her alive after that?"

"No."

"Cross-examine," Burger said.

"Later on, on Wednesday, you went to my office?" Mason asked.

"Yes."

"And told me about the altercation on the yacht?"

"Yes."

"And about this subsequent meeting with your wife?"

"Yes."

"That's all," Mason said. "I have no further questions."

"Just a minute," Hamilton Burger said. "I have some questions on redirect."

Hamilton Burger arose and faced the witness. "Did you have occasion to look for your yacht, the Cap's Eyes later on, on Wednesday?"

"Yes."