Boy's Cinema (1935-39)

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Every Tuesday BOY'S CINEMA 9 St was a very strange case that was forced upon Perry Mason on his wedding night by a woman with a loaded automatic—and Perry Mason himself was to be accused of nnurder before its many complications were at an end. A baffling mystery, starring Warren William, with Claire Dodd and Winifred Shaw % CASE °^He VELVET For Better op For Worse " THE judge on the bench of the night oourt was a woman, and quite a good-looking woman, too, in spite of a certain middle-aged plumpness. Hei- name was Maiy Florence O'Daugherty, and she sat in judgment upon all manner of minor cases with quite as much efficiency as any male. "So you got hotheaded and struck the man with the crowbar, eh?" she said severely to an offender who had been brought before her. "Well, young man, maybe you can cool oft' in about ninety days. Next case!" The door at tlie back of the coiut swung wide, and in at it streamed quite a small crowd of people, headed by Perry Mason, attorney-at-law, a tall man and a handsome one, quiet of manner in the ordinary way, b\it fierce enough v.hcn occasion demanded. A wisp of a moustache adorned his tipper lip; his brown hair was brushed well back from a particularly high brow, and a pair of very quick blue eyes could express everything, or nothing, as their owner willed. Close behind him was Delia Street, who had been his private secretary for tjuite a number of years, but who was young, beautiful, and, at the moment, flushed with excitement. Her green eyes were very bright, and she was carrying in her left hand a bouquet of white roses. Beside Delli towered Wilbur Strong, the city coroner—a long-nosed, clean- shaven and elderly man, who was so hardened to his gruesome duties that he was prone to indulge a grim sense of humour—and close behind were other men, some of them friends, some news- paper reporters and Press photographers. Perry Mason strode straight towards the bench, the hand with «Iiich he had removed his soft felt hat upraised. "If the court please 1" he cried. "Life or death matter, judge!" The bench was reached and he said confidentially over the top of it: "Listen, Mary F., you've got to marry nie!" "Perry,* returned the judge with all the gravity in the world, but with a distinct twinkle in iier brown eyes be- hind a pair of gold-rimmed pince-nez, "I've known you since you were peddling papers in this town twenty .years ago, but I've no desire to become your wife.'' Perry laughed as heartily as Delia Street and the rest of the invadere. "Of course not, j-ou old heart- breaker," he said, and turned to pull Delia forward. "This is the lucky lady. Judge, meet Miss Delia Street, my ex- secretary. For sentimental reasons I'd like you to tie the knot.'' Jvulge Mary Florence O'Daugherty smiled and nodded. She was quite as good at marrying people as at sending them to gaol, and in the United States of America all judges possess both pre- rogatives. " Court's adjourned for a ten-minute recess," she announced, and left the bench to open a door in the wall at the back of it. " Right this way, Perry. Come along, you poor child!" Into the judge's room passed Perry and his bride and his friends and the newspaper representatives; but the wed- ding ccreiiony had only just begun when th" bailiff of the court, who looked exactly like a policeman because he was dressed as one, put his head in at the door. The person who happened to be nearest was a broad-shouldered fellow of about thirty-five, full of face and weak of mouth, but with a pair of par- ticularly bright brown e.vcs. "Say, are you with Mr. Mason'.s party?" inquired the bailiff. "Am I with his party? " The brown eyes expressed indignation. "jMy de.ir boy, I am Mr. Mason's chief legal ad- viser. Drake's the name—' Spudsv ' Drake." "That don't impress me, son." re- turned the bailiff. "You're wanted oti the 'phone." Spudsy, whose real front name was Paul, slipped out into the comparatively empty court-i"oom and was handed a telephone from the bench by tlie bailiff. "Hallo!" ho said into it. "Who's that? Mrs. Stewart? No, no. Mi's. Stewart, Mr. Mason can't deal with any new cases. He's gone to Pinehurst Lodge." Down went the instrument, and Spudsy returned to the room at the back of the court just in time to hear the judge say: "I now pronounce you man and wife. Kiss her, Perry. Go on—it's legal now." - "Thank you, judge," said Perry, amid laughter, and he took the blushing Delia in his arms and kissed her with every appearance of ecstasy. Tiny Brewster, of the "Examiner." who was not tiny at all, sang out on behalf of his tribe: "Can we have a picttu'e of Mrs. Mason?" Perry perched Delia on the desk be- side which Mary Florence O'Daugherty had functioned and stood by her. Flash- lamps blazed, the shutters of several cameras clicked, aud then Wilbur Strong poimced. "As best man it's my privilege to kiss the bride," he proclaimed, and pro- Janiiary 9th, 1937.