The Case of the Baited Hook by Erle Stanley Gardner Page A

at two dollars. Then the pressure was removed, and the stock drifted back. Right now, there's no open market for it at any price. The corporation isn't making any sales at less than a dollar, but reports are that private stockholders will sell out for anything they can get from two cents up. No one wants it.
    "Tuesday, shortly before noon, the sale of a big block of stock went through. The stock was transferred on the books of the corporation to Albert Tidings, trustee. Doesn't say trustee for whom or for what… I don't know what broker handled the deal, and I don't know what the consideration was. It shouldn't have been over three or four thousand dollars. The company has a bunch of prospects all of which look good, but there's a big difference between a prospect and a mine. Anything else you want?"
    "Yes," Mason said. "Where did the stock come from that was sold to Tidings?" 'They're trying to be secretive about that," the broker told him, "but my best guess is the president of the company unloaded his personal holdings."
    "Who's the president?"
    "Man by the name of Bolus-Emery B. Bolus."
    "Western Prospecting Company have offices here?"
    "Uh huh… Think they keep them simply to sell stock. Pretty good suite of offices under a lease which hasn't expired yet. No business activity. One stenographer, a vice – president, a superintendent of operations, a president, and a bookkeeper… You know the type… If you get rough, don't let anyone know where you got the information."
    Thanks," Mason said. "I'm going to get rough-and I won't let anyone know where I got the info."
    He said to Della Street, "Get me Loftus or Cale on the line… Brokerage firm of Loftus & Cale. I want either one."
    She nodded and put through the call. While Mason was waiting for the connection, he pushed his hands down deep in his pockets and paced the floor of the office thoughtfully.
    "On the line," Della Street called. "Mr. Loftus, senior partner."
    Mason took the line, said, "Hello, Loftus. This is Perry Mason, the lawyer. I find that I'm interested through one of my clients in a transaction which was concluded through your office on Tuesday morning."
    "Yes?" Loftus asked, his tone reserved and cautious.
    "A sale of Western Prospecting Company stock to Tidings as trustee."
    "Oh, yes."
    "What can you tell me about it?" Mason asked.
    The answer was prompt. "Nothing."
    "I'm representing Byrl Gailord, the beneficiary of the trust which Tidings was administering," Mason explained.
    "Are you, indeed?" Loftus inquired.
    Mason's face darkened. "Can you come over to my office?" he asked.
    "No."
    "Do you," Mason asked, "have an attorney who handles your business?"
    "Yes."
    "Would you mind telling me who he is?"
    "I see no occasion for doing so."
    "All right," Mason said, raising his voice, "if you won't come to my office, I'll come to yours. You can have your attorney there if you want. If you take my advice, you'll have him there. You'll also have Emery B. Bolus, the president of the Western Prospecting Company, there… I was willing to give you guys a break. Now, I'm going to stick you for exactly fifty thousand bucks. And so you'll have something to worry about, I'm going to tell you in advance exactly how I'm going to do it… I'll be there in fifteen minutes, and I won't wait."
    He slammed the telephone receiver back on its hook, then suddenly started to laugh. "Dammit," he said to Della Street. "One of those frosty, reserved, human adding – machines gets under my skin worse than a dozen shysters who try browbeating tactics."
    He walked over to the closet and put on his hat.
    "Going over to beard the lion in his den?" she asked.
    "I'm going over to throw a scare into that old buzzard he'll never forget," Mason said, "and I'm going to skate on damn thin ice doing it. I hope he has his lawyer there, and I hope his lawyer tries to argue with me… Wish me luck, sweetheart, because I'll need it."
    It was exactly fifteen minutes later that Perry Mason