Perry Mason the Third Attorney for the Defense

Chapter 2

In the drivers seat of the Nash Rambler

His hands were crammed into the black sheepskin gloves. Had they not been, the sweat from his palms would have caused him to lose control of the car long before now.

As it was his six foot two inch frame caused him to be hunched over the steering wheel uncomfortably. His hair was picked out in an afro or a ‘natural’ as some called the style. It rubbed the ceiling of the car as he careened down the hill. The guard rails that separated the cliff...