In the early morning, the shadow of the mountain is still heavily cast on the main street in the city.Suddenly the big siren on the roof of the Jacobson Commercial Company screamed. There was always a danger of fire, so at the sound of the siren, the breakfast goers hurried to get up and push their chairs away from the table; Foam; while those who had been sleeping hurriedly grabbed the first coats they could reach.All the people flocked to some place, trying to search for the first light smoke from the place where the fire broke out. But no one saw anything. The huge siren was still blaring hurriedly, and people merged into a long stream, like an ant colony after an anthill has been attacked.These streams of people flocked to the Jefferson Commercial Company.

There, it was learned that the door of the large safe had been broken open and that someone had burned a jagged hole in the door with an acetylene flamethrower. That day was the 15th of the month, and the company's twice-monthly employee salaries were stolen.This huge sum of money had been withdrawn from the Ivanhoe National Bank just the day before.The people present looked at each other in blank dismay, silent. When Frank Bernal, the company's mine plant manager and who controlled Jackson City with an iron fist, arrived, he took charge of the scene and made a startling discovery.

The company's night watchman, Tom Munson, lay fast asleep on the floor of the back room, still drunk.The anti-theft alarm that had just been installed for less than half a year was bypassed by an electronic device and failed.The contraption was so ingenious that it was obvious that if this was the work of a gang, one of the thieves was an expert electrician. Ralph Nesbitt was the company's accountant, and at the moment he said nothing, which seemed to mean something else.A year earlier, when Frank Bernal had been named company manager, Nesbitt had pointed out that oversized safes were out.

Determined to make the most of his new job, Bernal paid for a state-of-the-art burglar alarm and specially hired a night watchman to keep watch at night, saving the cost of removing the old safe and installing a new one . Now that $100,000 was missing from the safe, Frank Bernal had to report the situation to the headquarters office in Chicago. He remembered that Ralph Nesbitt's memo was lying in the company's file pile in his heart. Just uneasy, the memo said that the outdated safe was not safe at all. Not far from the city of Jacobson, the famous defense lawyer Perry Mason was driving at high speed on a mountain road.He had planned to go on a weekend fishing trip for some time, but Mason was delayed because a jury in a case waited until midnight to reach a verdict.It is now 8:30 in the morning.

His fishing suit, rod, wading boots and wicker basket are all in the trunk of the car.He was still wearing the clothes he had just walked out of the courtroom, eager to see the cool air and pine-forested mountains from his overnight drive. On the canyon mountain road, he turned a corner, and suddenly a dazzling red light shot directly at him, which strongly stimulated his tired eyes from long driving.A "Stop - Police" sign was blocked in the middle of the road.Two men stood by the sign, a stern-looking man with a 30-30 rifle in his hand and a silver badge on his shirt, and the other a traffic police officer in uniform.

Mason stopped the car. The man with the badge, an administrative justice adjutant, said, "Better show us your driver's license, there's been a big robbery in Jebson City." "Really?" Mason said. "Everything seemed to be calm when I walked through Jacobson City an hour ago." "Where have you been since then?" "I stopped at a small gas station and had breakfast at a restaurant." "Let's see your driver's license." Mason handed him his driver's license. The man looked at the driver's license again as he prepared to hand it back. "Why," he said, "you are Perry Mason, the famous criminal lawyer!"

"Not a criminal lawyer," Mason said patiently. "I'm a defense lawyer. Sometimes I defend people who are accused." "Then what are you doing in this poor country?" "Fishing." The administrative and judicial adjutant looked at him suspiciously: "Then why didn't you see you wearing a fishing suit?" "Because I'm not fishing now." Mason laughed. "You said you were going fishing." "I'm going to," Mason said, "to sleep tonight. According to you, I should be in my pajamas by now." The administrative and judicial adjutant frowned, and the traffic police officer smiled and waved Mason to leave.

The Adjutant Adjutant nodded to the passing car. "I feel like this is a bit of a live lead," he said, "I just can't confirm it from the conversation I just had." "There's no clue," said the traffic police officer. The Adjutant Adjutant remained skeptical, and when asked later by a news-snapping local reporter if he knew of any sensational news, he said he did. No wonder Perry Mason's confidential secretary, Della Streeter, was taken aback when he read the reports in the downtown papers.The paper said that the well-known defense attorney, Perry Mason, was rumored to have been hired to appear in court as a suspect in the robbery of the Jefferson Business Company.It seems that all this has been arranged before Mason's "client" was brought to justice.

When Perry Mason called his office long-distance the next afternoon, Della said, "I thought you were going on vacation in the mountains." "Yes, what's the matter?" "The paper says you will appear in court for the man who robbed the Jefferson Business Company." "I haven't heard of it," Mason said. "I was driving through Jackson City before I found out about the robbery, and I stopped for breakfast a little further away, and was stopped by a roadblock. In a good To the nosy Adjutant Adjutant Adjutant, that seemed sufficient evidence of my accomplice's failure to report."

"Well," said Della Streeter, "they've got a man named Harvey Corbyn, and they seem to have evidence against him very badly. They're implying that there's some mysterious evidence We have to wait until the trial to reveal it.” "Is he a criminal?" Mason asked. "That's what the police think. He's got a criminal record, and when his employers found out about it, they kicked him out of town. That was the night before the robbery." "That's the way it is, isn't it?" "Oh, and, you know, Jebson is a single-industrial town. The company owns all the properties here, which are rented out to company employees. I think they informed Corbyn's wife and daughter that they can stay Go down until Corbyn is settled in a new place, but he himself must leave town at once. Aren't you interested?"

"No, I'm not interested at all," Mason said, "except that I'll be driving through Jackson City on my drive back, and may stop for a while to catch some tidbits." "No," warned, "this man Corbyn is a complete wronged man, and you know what you do to a wronged man." Her voice made Perry suspicious: "Has no one talked to you, Della?" "Oh," she said, "in a sense there is. Mrs Corbyn was overjoyed to learn from the papers that you were to represent her husband. It seems she thought it was unfair that her husband was being implicated in the case." .She doesn't know anything about his criminal record, but she is willing to be his backing because she loves him deeply." "Have you talked to her?" Mason asked. "Talked a few times, and I tried to tell her in a tactful way. I told her it was probably just a news report. You see, boss, they stripped Corbyn of his citizenship. They took it from his wife Some money was taken as evidence that it was part of the loot." "So she has nothing now?" "Yeah, nothing. Corbyn left her $40 and they took it all as proof." "I'm driving all night tonight," he said, "tell her I'll be back tomorrow." "I was very worried about it for a while," said Della Streeter. "Why did you call back? Why didn't you just stay there and fish? And why did you put your name in the papers?" Mason smiled and hung up the phone. Paul Drake, a detective with the Drake Detective Agency, walked into Mason's office, sat down in the big chair, and said, "Perry, you've got a tough time." "What's the matter, Paul? Don't you have any clues about your detective work in Jacobson City?" "Yes, but what we got wasn't what you expected, Perry," Drake explained. "what happened?" "Your client is guilty." "Go on," Mason said. "The money he left to his wife was part of the stolen goods in the safe." "How did they know it was stolen money?" Mason asked. Drake pulled his notebook out of his pocket and said, "Here's the general situation: The plant manager runs the entire city of Jebson. There's no private property. Everything here is run by the Jebson Corporation." "Not even a little business?" Drake shook his head: "Unless you count the trash. There lived an old man five miles down the canyon who owned a pig farm and picked up trash. He should have a collection of what he once earned. He used to bury his money in a jar, because there wasn't any bank around here nearer to Ivanhoe." "How did the theft happen? The thieves must have sneaked in from the acetylene fuel tank, and..." "They met the fuel tank outside the company warehouse," Drake said, and then he went on: "Munson, the night watchman likes to take a swig of whiskey around midnight. He says it keeps him awake. Of course. Well, he wasn't supposed to drink, and it wasn't supposed to be known, but someone did know about it. They put a drug in the whiskey he drank. So when the night watchman took a swig as usual and went to bed Just fell asleep." "What evidence is there against Corbyn?" Mason asked. "Corbyn has a history of this. Company rules prohibit the hiring of people with criminal records, and Corbyn got a job by hiding his past. Manager Frank Bernal found out about this and when it happened Corbyn was called around 8 p.m. on the day of the theft and ordered to leave the city. Bernal agreed that Corbyn's wife and children would stay until Corbyn found a new home in another city. . Corbyn resigned in the morning and later gave his wife the money which happened to be part of the stolen money." "How do they know?" Mason asked. "One thing I'm not sure about," Drake said. "This guy Bernal is super smart, and rumor has it that he can prove that Corbyn's money is the money in the safe." Drake paused for a while, then continued: "As I said, the nearest bank is in Ivanhoe City, and the company pays salaries in cash twice a month. Cashier Ralph Nesbit wants to install a new insurance But Bernal refused to approve the fee. So the company asked Bernal and Nesbitt to go back to the Chicago headquarters office to report the situation. There were rumors that Bernal was going to be fired and Nesbitt would be replaced. The company Some of the directors were not happy with Bernal, and this was a godsend. They found Nesbitt's report that the old safe was obsolete, and Bernal didn't act on it at all." He sighed tone.Asked, "When is the trial, Perry?" "The preliminary hearing is scheduled for Friday morning. I'd like to see what evidence they have of Corbyn." "They're well prepared to confront you," Paul Drake warned. "You'd better watch out, Perry. That district attorney has tricks up his sleeve that might catch you off guard." Despite his long career as a prosecutor, Ivanhoe County District Attorney Vernon Frasher was a little nervous when he was called in to confront Perry Mason, but he also had some confidence behind the tension. Justice Haswell, aware that he had become the subject of the public eye, played by the rules to the point of affectation. But it was the public attitude that annoyed Perry Mason.He felt to them that he was not at all a lawyer trying to defend the interests of his clients, but a diabolical legal magician.The burglary of the safe shocked the community, and people, though silent, firmly believed that any legal maneuvers would do nothing for Mason this time. Instead of using his astonishing evidence as the finale to a quick end to the case, Vernon Frasher used it from the start. Frank Bernal described the location of the safe as a witness, confirmed several photos, and then leaned back. The district attorney suddenly said: "Do you have reason to think that the safe is out of date?" "Yes, sir." "Has your colleague, Mr. Ralph Nesbitt, ever reported this to you?" "Yes, sir." "So what did you do about it?" "Are you trying to cross-examine your own witnesses?" Mason was a little surprised. "Let him answer the questions, and you'll understand," said Frasher sternly. "Go ahead and answer his questions," Mason told the witness. Bernal changed to a more comfortable posture: "I did three things to ensure the safety of the staff's salary and save the high cost of dismantling and installing the safe." "Which 3 things?" "I hired a night watchman, installed the best burglar alarms money could buy, and arranged for the Ivanhoe National Bank to compile our clerk payroll and record $20 of each paycheck. banknote number." Mason sat up straight suddenly. Frascher glanced at him triumphantly. "Mr. Bernal, do you want the court to think that you have the banknote number of the salary due on the 15th?" he said complacently. "Yes, sir. But not all, you know. That would be too time consuming. But I have numbers for all the $20 bills." "Then who registered those numbers?" asked the inspector. "bank." "Did you bring that number slip?" "Yes, I did, sir." Bernal produced a list. "I think," he said, with a cool look at Nesbit, "that these precautions are more important than installing a new safe." Come cheap." "I propose that this list be admitted in evidence," Fraser said. "Wait," objected Mason, "I have some questions. You said you didn't write the list, did you, Mr. Bernal?" "Yes, sir." "Do you know who wrote it?" Mason asked. "The work of an assistant teller at the Ivanhoe National Bank." "Well, yes," said Frascher. "If necessary, no trouble. Get out of the witness box, Mr. Bernal, and I'll call the assistant cashier up." Harry Reedy, an assistant teller at Ivanhoe Bank, had a calculator and was habitually confident.He confirmed that the number list was written by him.He said he registered the numbers on all the $20 bills and put the number slips in an envelope, which was then sealed and sent along with the money on the payroll. "Let's start asking questions," Fraser said. Mason reviewed the number sheet. "Did you write all these numbers?" he asked Reedy. "Yes, sir." "Have you checked the numbers yourself with the numbers on those twenty-dollar bills?" "No, sir. I didn't do it myself. It was checked by two assistants, one reading it over and the other registering them as I did." "Those salaries are like $100,000, paid out twice a month, right?" "Yes. We have been using this method to confirm the payment of salaries since Mr. Bernal took office. There is no attempt to arrange the banknotes in numerical order. For the serial numbers on the banknotes, we simply read them and copy them down. Unless there's a robbery, that's enough. If there's a robbery, we can regroup the numbers and put them in numerical order." "You wrote all these numbers—everyone?" "Yes, sir. Not only that, but you'll find my initials at the bottom of every page." "No problem," Mason said. "I'm now again proposing that this list be accepted as evidence," Fraser said. "Yes," Judge Haswell ruled. "My next witness is Sheriff Charles Oswald," the district attorney announced. The sheriff, a tall, slender man with a gentle demeanor, stepped up to the witness stand. "Do you know Corbyn, the defendant in this case?" the district attorney asked. "I know him." "Do you know his wife?" "Yes, sir." "Well, did you speak to Mrs Corbyn on the morning of the 15th of this month, the morning of the robbery at the Jacobson Commercial Company?" "Yes, sir. Talked." "Did you ask her about her husband's activities the previous night?" "Wait a minute," interposed Mason, "I object to this kind of questioning, because no conversation between the sheriff and Mrs. Corbin can be used against the defendant Corbyn. Besides, the wife cannot testify against the Husband's. Therefore, anything she says is an indirect violation of this rule. Also, I object because the question involves hearsay." Judge Haswell looked pensive, then said: "I think Mr Mason seems right." "Well, Mr. Sheriff," said the D.A., "did you take some money from Mrs. Corbin on the morning of the 15th?" "No, because it's invalid, irrelevant, and unimportant," Mason said. "Your Excellency," said Frascher, becoming impatient, "this is the crux of our case. We propose to prove that two of the stolen twenty-dollar bills were in Mrs Corbyn's possession." "Unless the allegation establishes that the notes were given to Mrs Corbyn by her husband, the evidence is invalid," Mason said. "That's exactly what happened," Frasher said. "Those banknotes were precisely given to her by the defendant." "How do you know?" Mason asked. "She told the sheriff." "That's hearsay," Mason snapped. Judge Haswell couldn't sit still: "It seems that the situation is a bit special. You can't count his wife as a witness, and I also think that what she said to the sheriff is invalid as evidence." "Okay." Frascher said desperately, "In this case, sir, we have community property law. The money is now in Mrs Corbyn's hands, and since she is the defendant's wife, it is community property." , so it also belongs in part to him." "Well, all right," said Judge Haswell, "I think I can agree with you. You present those twenty-dollar bills, and I'll dismiss the defendant's objection." "Bring those twenty-dollar bills, Sheriff," said Flasher triumphantly. The banknotes were taken over and accepted as evidence. "Go ahead and ask questions," said Fraser curtly. "I have no questions about this witness," said Mason, "but I have some questions for Mr. Bernal. You let him stand in to present the bank number list, and I did not have the opportunity to question him. " "I'm sorry," Frascher said, "but please go back to the witness stand, Mr. Bernal." Since the twenty-dollar bills were conclusively accepted as evidence, his tone was extraordinarily polite. Mason said, "Is this list of numbers in evidence written on Ivanhoe National Bank letterhead?" "It is so, sir." "It's several pages long, and has the assistant cashier's signature at the end?" "Yes, sir." "An assistant cashier's initials on every page?" "Yes, sir." "Is this the plan you devised to prevent the company's salary from being robbed?" "Not to prevent the company from being robbed of its salaries, Mr. Mason, but to help us recover money in the event of a robbery." "That's your plan for Mr. Nesbitt's objection that safes are obsolete?" "Yes, it was part of my plan. It can be said that before I took office, Mr. Nesbitt's objection had never been raised. At that time, I felt that he was trying to demolish me. He was trying to make my management unable to reach the goal. Expected pure profit targets to put me in an embarrassing position." Bernal pursed his lips, then added: "I think Mr. Nesbitt has been coveting the manager for a long time. He's still thinking about being a manager." From the court audience, Ralph Nesbitt glared at Bernal. "You had a conversation with the defendant on the night of the 14th, didn't you?" Mason asked Bernal. "Yes, sir. Talked once." "You told him you were going to fire him immediately for what you thought were good reasons and have him leave the company premises at once, didn't you?" "Yes, sir. That's what I told him." "So you paid him in cash?" "Mr. Nesbitt paid him out of the little cash drawer in the safe, and I was there." "So, as part of his wages, will Corbyn receive the same two $20 bills that he just accepted as evidence?" Bernal shook his head. "I've thought about that," he said, "but it's impossible. We couldn't get the bills at all at the time. Staff salaries came out of the bank in a sealed bag. Those two twenty-dollar bills were in it." "What about the numbered list on the $20 bill?" "In an envelope. The money was in the safe. I locked the number in my desk." "Can you swear that neither you nor Mr. Nesbitt touched the two twenty-dollar bills on the night of the 14th?" "yes." "Questions over," Mason said, "no more questions." "I'm now going to call Ralph Nesbitt on the stand," said District Attorney Flasher, "and I want to establish with certainty when these things happened, Your Excellency." "Very well," said Judge Haswell. "Mr. Nesbitt, please come up." Ralph Nesbitt, after answering the usual preliminary questions, sat down in the witness chair. "Were you present when defendant Harvey Corbyn spoke with Frank Bernal on the 14th of this month?" the district attorney asked. "Yes, I was there, sir." "When was the conversation?" "About eight o'clock in the evening." "So, leaving aside the details of the conversation, I want to ask you, was the basic point of the conversation to fire the defendant and get him out of the company?" "Yes, sir." "Did he get the money he deserved?" "Yes, sir. He got the cash. I took it to him from the safe with my own hands." "Where was the salary on the payroll at that time?" "In a ziplock bag in the safe compartment. As cashier, I held the only key to that compartment. Earlier that afternoon, I went to Ivanhoe to withdraw the money in the ziplock bag And the envelope with the numbered bill. I locked the purse in the safe myself." "And what about the bill numbers?" "Mr. Bernal locked it in his desk." "Ask questions, please," Fraser said. "No problem," Mason said. "That's our statement, sir," said Frascher. "Can we have a few minutes to discuss internally?" Mason asked Judge Haswell. "Okay, try to hurry up." The judge agreed to the request. Mason turned to Paul Drake and Della Streeter: "Oh, look, the evidence is solid, Perry." "Are you going to call the defendant up again?" asked Della Streeter. Mason shook his head: "That's tantamount to throwing himself into a trap. He has been convicted before, and according to the law, if one party mentions part of a conversation during direct interrogation, the other party can get it all out. The conversation that Erbin got fired showed that he was hiding his past record, and I'm sure he lied." "And he's still lying," Drake said. "You've stumbled on this case. I think you're still a good guy, throw in the towel, and see what you can do decently with Flasher." trade." "Probably not going to be a deal," Mason said. "Flasher is all about getting the reputation for beating me—wait a minute, Paul. I've got my way." Mason turned around suddenly, walked over and stood up, with his back facing the crowded courtroom. "Ready?" the judge asked. Mason turned: "I'm ready, sir. There's a witness here, and I want him to come up. I'm asking for a subpoena for that witness. I want him to bring some papers in his possession." "Who are the witnesses? What kind of documents?" the judge asked. Mason walked quickly to Paul Drake: "What's the name of the guy who picks up the trash and stashes the first nickel he ever earned?" "It's George Addy." The lawyer turned to the judge: "My witness is George Addy, and the document I want him to bring to court is the $20 bills he has received in the last 60 days." "Your Excellency," protested Frascher, "this is flagrant wrongdoing, a mockery of the law, and a mockery of the courts." Mason said: "I assure you that I consider this witness and his documents to be of paramount importance. I am willing to take an affidavit on this if necessary. May I, as counsel for the defendant, point out that if the court refuses to grant the subpoena, then It would be depriving the accused of due legal process." "I'm going to issue a subpoena," said Judge Haswell impatiently. "For your own sake, Mr. Mason, it's best to keep the testimony on track." George Addie, with his mustache and right hand held up in righteous indignation for the oath, glared at Perry Mason. "Mr. Addie," Mason said, "are you signed up to pick up trash from the town of Jacobson?" "yes." "How long have you been picking up trash?" "It's been more than 5 years, and I want to tell you..." Judge Haswell banged his gavel on the table: "Witnesses answer questions, no commentary." "I can say whatever the fuck I like," Addy said. "Well," said the judge, "do you want to go to jail for contempt of court, Mr. Addie?" "I don't want to go to jail, but I...?" "Then you should remember to respect the court," said the judge, "and then you sit there and answer questions. This is the court, and you appear in court as a citizen, and I am a judge, and it is my duty It is to let the court get the respect it deserves." The judge looked at the witness angrily, and there was silence in the courtroom. "Well, go on, Mr. Mason," said Judge Haswell. "In the 30 days preceding the 15th of the month, have you deposited any money in any bank?" Mason said. "No." "Do you have all $20 bills you have acquired in the past 60 days with you?" "Take it, I think doing so is tantamount to seducing bad people to rob me." Judge Haswell slammed his gavel on the table again: "Witnesses who make any further comments of this kind will be held in contempt of court. Now, Mr. Addy, hand over those $20 bills and place them here on the clerk's desk." Addie grunted and slammed a roll of twenty-dollar bills onto the desk in front of the clerk. "Now," said Mason, "I'm going to need some clerk's assistance. I want my secretary, Miss Streeter, and the court clerk to help me check the numbers on these notes. I'll take a few at random." Mason took out three of them and said, "I'm going to ask my assistant to check the bill number list that has been collected as evidence. I have a $20 bill in my hand, number H7083274A. This bill is not on the list. Come on? The number of the next banknote I take is L07579190A, which one is on the list?" The courtroom was silent.Suddenly Della Streeter said: "Yes. There is a bill on the slip - the number is L07579190A, on page eight of the slip." "What?" cried the prosecutor. "That's right," Mason said, laughing. "According to that, if someone is being charged just for having money that was stolen on the 15th of this month, why not charge this witness, George Addy, District Attorney. gentlemen." Adi jumped up from the witness stand and shook his fist in front of Mason. "You're talking nonsense!" he yelled. "If I hadn't changed the money before the 15th, I wouldn't have these 20-dollar bills. The company cashier changed my money into 20-dollar bills because I liked it." Big bills. I put them in jars and buried them. I also wrote the date on the other side of the jar." "Here's the number sheet," Mason said. "Look at it for yourself." The judges and audience were waiting for the result, and there was a tense atmosphere in the entire courtroom, and there was silence. "I'm afraid I'm confused, Mr. Mason," said Judge Haswell after a while. "I think it's very simple," Mason said. "Now I propose that the court adjourn for an hour to check the remaining banknotes and number slips. I think the district attorney may be surprised." Then Mason sat down and started packing the papers in his briefcase. Della Streeter, Paul Drake and Perry Mason sit in the lounge of the Ivanhoe Hotel. "When are you going to tell us?" Della Street asked sternly, "Or we're going to tear your bones apart? How could that garbage man have..." "Wait," said Mason, "I think we're close. Look, here comes the Honorable District Attorney, Vernon Frasher, with Judge Haswell." The two men strode towards Mason's group and bowed indifferently to them. Mason rose to greet him. Judge Haswell said in his deft courtroom voice: "The situation has become very regrettable. It appears that Mr. Frank Bernal has - er -" "Has been detained somewhere," said Vernon Frasher. "Missing," said Judge Haswell, "he's gone." "I expected it," Mason said. "Then could you please tell me what pressure you put on him to make him..." "Wait a minute, Judge," Mason said, "the only pressure I'm going to put on him is to cross-examine him." "Did you already know that there was a problem with the date of those number slips?" "The date is no problem. After finding Bernal, I am sure you will find that he deliberately tampered with something. He is financially strapped and knows that he may be demoted. He is in desperate need of $100,000 in cash. The theft, exact It was embezzlement, obviously premeditated. He knew that Corbyn had a criminal record, and he arranged for the bank to provide the banknote number slips. He installed a burglar alarm, so naturally Knows how to disable it. He hires a Night's Watch who he knows has a bit of a drink. He just needs to pick the right moment to carry out his plot. He fires Corbyn and pays him some money , and these banknotes were recorded by the bank on the eighth page of the banknote number slip issued on the 1st of this month. Then he removed the eighth page of the salary number slip on the 15th before sending it to the police station and replaced it with Take the eighth page of the salary number slip for the 1st of this month. It's as simple as that. Then he drugged the night watchman's whiskey, brought an acetylene flamethrower, opened the door of the safe, and took all the money." Mason paused, then continued: "My client told me he took the money from Nesbitt, who took the money out of a small cash drawer in the safe. He told the sheriff That said, I happen to be the only one who believes him. Your Excellency, sometimes it pays to trust a man even if he has a previous conviction. Assuming my client is innocent, I am sure Bernal and Nesbitt One of them must be guilty. I later found out that only Bernal kept the previous list of banknote numbers. "As a company employee, Bernal also received his salary on the 1st of this month. He looked at the numbers of those $20 bills in the pay pocket and found that they were listed on page eight of the payroll on the 1st. Bernal only Need to pull out those $20 bills in the little cash drawer and replace them with money from his own pay pocket, call in Corbyn and fire him. That's how his trap is set. By taking Adi to court To prove my point, I let him know that I had a handle on what he was doing. Then I asked for an adjournment, which was to give him a chance to slip away. You know, running away can be used to prove guilt. A professional favor to the D.A. because it will do Bernal well when he gets arrested."