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trouble, Paul?"
    "Darned if I know, but… you evidently have the idea the gun has been used in committing some sort of a crime."
    "What gives you that idea?"
    "Otherwise, why would you want test bullets fired from it?"
    "Perhaps," Mason said, "I merely wanted to date the gun."
    "What do you mean by that, Perry?"
    Mason opened the drawer of his desk, took out a piece of steel that was bent at the end into a small, sharp point, said, "This is a tool for etching steel, Paul."
    Mason inserted the tool in the barrel of the gun, drew it along the length of the barrel, then inserted it once more and again drew the tool along the length of the gun barrel.
    "What's the idea?" Drake asked.
    Mason said, "If we fire a bullet through that gun now, there will be striations that are in addition to and different from those of the test bullets that have previously been fired through it. Is that right?"
    "If you want to be sure, better make a couple of more marks," Drake said.
    Mason repeated the process of scratching the barrel. "How's that?"
    "That should do it very nicely," Drake said.
    Mason opened the drawer of his desk and dropped the gun down in the drawer.
    Drake regarded him thoughtfully. "You know, there's a law about tampering with evidence."
    "Evidence of what?" Mason asked.
    "I don't know," Drake said.
    Mason grinned. "We're not supposed to be clairvoyant, Paul. If you adopt that attitude, you could never change anything in connection with any object. You couldn't even tear up a piece of paper and throw it away. You couldn't wash a dirty dish. You'd be altering or destroying evidence. Any object doesn't become evidence until you know or have reason to believe that it has become identified with a crime in some manner."
    "And you have no reason to believe that this gun is connected with a crime?"
    "Very definitely not," Mason said. "I am simply protecting a client."
    "And that will protect the client?" Drake asked.
    "It may help," Mason said. "I'm sitting in a game where I don't know what cards have been played and moreover I don't know what are trumps. But we've been dealt a hand. It may not be a very good hand. It probably was dealt to us from a cold deck with the idea that it was the lowest hand in the deck. I've got to play that hand so it becomes a winning hand."
    "Without knowing trumps and without knowing what cards have already been played?"
    "That's right."
    "That's a job you can have," Drake said. "I'm glad I'm not a lawyer. Anything else before I go home, Perry?"
    "Not right now."
    Drake got to his feet, moved lazily toward the door, paused at the entrance door to look back at Mason. "This deal in Rowena could be bad business," he said. "There's a lot of money involved."
    "That's right," Mason said.
    Drake hesitated a moment longer, then shrugged his shoulders, opened the door and walked out.
    Della Street looked at Mason and raised her eyebrows in silent inquiry.
    "Now then," Mason said, "we know this gun is the property of George Anclitas. I want to get it back to his place of business. We have to-"
    The lawyer was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone.
    "That's Gertie," Mason said. "See what it is, Della."
    Della Street picked up the telephone, said, "Yes, Gertie," then said, "Just a minute." She looked at Mason. "Mr. Helman Ellis is in the outer office and says it is very important that he get in touch with you at the earliest possible moment. He realizes it's after office hours but he wants to know if you can see him immediately."
    Mason hesitated a moment, appraising the situation, then said, "I'll see him immediately, Della. Go out and bring him in."
    Della Street said, "I'll be right out, Gertie," and hung up the phone.
    "Go through the usual routine," Mason instructed her. "Get his name, address, telephone number where he can be reached, and then bring him in."
    Della nodded, then walked out through the doorway to the reception room.
    A few minutes later she returned and said, "Mr. Mason, Mr. Ellis."
    Mason