The Case of the Lucky Legs by Erle Stanley Gardner Page B

clicking back. The door opened a crack and a bare arm thrust out through a loose sleeve that appeared in the crack in the door.
    "I'll take it," said the voice.
    Perry Mason pushed the door open and entered the apartment.
    He heard the swirl of motion, the patter of footsteps. A door slammed shut before he could turn his head in the direction of the noise. There was water running in the bathroom, and Perry Mason could hear the steady churning of the water in the tub.
    A woman wearing a kimono which had apparently been thrown hastily about her stood staring at Perry Mason with warm brown eyes which now held a trace of angry defiance as well as a trace of panic.
    She was, perhaps, twenty-five years of age, well formed, and poised.
    Perry Mason stared at her.
    "Are you Thelma Bell?" he asked.
    "Who are you?"
    Perry Mason let his eyes drift over her, noticing the dampness of the fine hairs of her temples, the bare feet, hurriedly thrust into slippers, the pink coloring of the skin at the ankles.
    "Are you Thelma Bell?" he again inquired.
    "Yes," she said.
    "I want to see Marjorie Clune."
    "Who are you?"
    "Is Marjorie here?" he asked.
    She shook her head.
    "I haven't seen Margy in ages," she said.
    "Who's in there taking a bath?" Mason asked.
    "There's no one in there," she said.
    Perry Mason stood quietly, staring at the woman. The water in the bathroom had been turned off, and there could plainly be heard the sounds of hurried splashings as some one performed a quick, vigorous scrubbing. Then there was the sound of bare feet thudding to the floor.
    Perry Mason let his smiling eyes contradict the girl's statement by calling her attention to the physical proof of her falsehood.
    "Who are you?" she demanded again.
    "Are you Thelma Bell?" he asked.
    She nodded.
    "I am Perry Mason, an attorney," he told her. "It's imperative that I get in touch with Marjorie Clune right away."
    "Why?" she asked.
    "I'll explain that to Miss Clune."
    "How did you know she was here?"
    "That is something I don't want to tell you right now," Perry Mason said.
    "I don't think Miss Clune would wish to see you. I don't think she wants to see any one."
    "Listen," Perry Mason said, "I'm all attorney. I'm here to represent Miss Clune. She's in trouble; I'm going to help her out."
    "She isn't in any trouble," Thelma Bell said.
    "She's going to be," Perry Mason retorted grimly.
    Thelma Bell wrapped the kimono more tightly about her, moved to the bathroom door, tapped on the panels.
    "Margy," she said.
    There was a moment of silence, then a voice said, "What is it, Thelma?"
    "There's a lawyer out here," she said, "who wants to see you."
    "Not me," said the voice from the other side of the bathroom door. "I don't want any lawyer."
    "You come on out," Thelma Bell said.
    She turned back to Perry Mason.
    "She'll be out in a minute.
    "I wish you'd tell me how you knew Margy was here," Thelma Bell said. "There was no one who knew she was here. She came in this afternoon."
    Mason frowned, crossed to a chair, dropped into it and lit a cigarette.
    "Let's come down to earth," he said. "I know you; you're the young woman who won the leg contest Frank Patton held in Parker City. Patton gave you a fake motion picture contract and brought you here. You were too proud to go back. You've been getting by the best way you could. You met Marjorie Clune through Frank Patton. She was in the same kind of a jam that you were. You wanted to help her out.
    "Marjorie Clune was at Frank Patton's apartment tonight. I've got to talk with her about what happened there, and I've got to talk with her before the police do."
    "The police?" said Thelma Bell, her eyes widening.
    "The police," Perry Mason repeated.
    The door of the bathroom opened. A young woman with very blue eyes clasped a flannel bathrobe about her, stared at Perry Mason and then gave a quick little gasp.
    "Oh, you recognize me, then," Perry Mason said.
    Marjorie Clune said nothing.
    "I saw you coming out of the Holliday