Chapter 6 Chapter 6: The Indictment of the False Eye

The next day, Mason asked Tai Na to learn from the experts how the glass eyeballs are fixed in the eye sockets and how to remove them.That's when Detective Drake walks in, amused by the sight of Mason, reminded of his adventures in the restaurant. "Mason, what's the next mission?" "I want you to investigate Hazel's situation. That night, she must have been in one of the following three ways: she was abducted by a murderer, or had an accident while driving, or absconded. But the criminal did not know her. Because of his appearance, he cannot be abducted. If there is a traffic accident, the police should know. From this point of view, it can only be absconded."

"Why did she run away suddenly? Maybe there is some criminal record?" "Possibly. She woke up in the reception room and staggered when she got up from the sofa, and put her hands on the window glass. Please find out her identity through the fingerprints left on the glass." "It's the door of the reception room. We are very busy." Despite his whining, Derek walked out with vigor. As soon as he left, a hulking man with a mustache and a big head knocked on the door and came in.This is Mr. Borg, who has just been appointed District Attorney. "Hello, Mason, I'm going to handle the case this time. Let me say hello to you. I hope to confront you in court." The prosecutor said gently.

"Prosecutor Borg, what exactly do you want to tell me?" Mason asked. "I hear what dirty tricks you can pull, like a magician, to keep your accused out of the crime." "No, if the defendant is indeed innocent, I'm taking you prosecutors and policemen to prove it, and trickery is legal on groundless suspicion." "I see. Please give me the woman named Oceanal Henwick." "Where she is, I don't know." "Where did you let the girl escape and hide?" "No, she disappeared in my car." "She is the only witness who saw the murderer with her own eyes. We will not let this important witness be hidden. Depending on the circumstances, you can be arrested as an accomplice."

Prosecutor Borg immediately showed hostility, but Mason replied calmly, "If you don't know, you don't know." "Okay, Mason, please reconsider seriously in forty-eight hours." Prosecutor Borg gave Mason a hard look and slammed the door shut. Surprised by Borg's aggressive demeanor, Tyna said anxiously, "We have to do something. How?" "Where. Forty-eight hours is enough." Mason smiled confidently. He believed that Drake, who had already been dispatched, would be rewarded. So when Drake returned to Mason's office, he immediately asked, "Did you get Hazel's fingerprints?"

"Of course I got it. I asked a friendly member of the appraisal department to appraise it, and found out a shocking thing." "That is to say, the woman's fingerprints have been recorded by the police." "She's a murderous devil, are you startled?" "Ah, really..." "The woman has been married to several men so far. Each time the man dies, the woman steals the property cunningly and treacherously." "How many men has she married"? "I don't know. The poisonous arsenic was found in a husband's body. This aroused the suspicion of the police, so they dug up the bodies of her other husbands from the grave. It turned out that they had been poured with more arsenic. Although the police put her She was arrested and interrogated, but no key evidence was obtained. While the police were collecting evidence, she used a file to cut through the iron window lattice of the detention center and escaped."

The experienced Mason was panicked by the unexpected news and could not help but whistle. "Only a man named Skiwin Chamaz, who ran away on his own the day after the wedding, so the woman didn't have time to do it." "Is that murderous demon really called Hazel?" "Indeed. The police have a bust of her." Mason thought for a moment, "Here, Drake, if you tell him that I will handle the divorce procedures for him for free, will he accept it happily?" "meeting". "Then please bring him here at once. I'll get him a divorce certificate."

"Mason, what is your plan?" Drake wondered, and Mason smiled. "Did a trick during the trial to catch Prosecutor Borg off guard. The hardest thing in the world is to describe a woman's face. Look at the wanted poster for Hazel that the police published in the newspaper: Height 1 meter 58, weighing 51 kg, 27 years old, with a slender face and dark eyes, you can see several women with this look on the street every day." "Not bad. So what?" Mason didn't explain. He walked into the secretary's room next door and whispered to Taina: "Can you go to the employment agency and find someone who is 26 or 27 years old, 1.58 meters tall, weighs about 51 kilograms, with a slender face and dark eyes. A woman who has lost her job and lives in distress?"

Tina responded and left.After Mason gave his orders, he returned to Drake. "Derek, do you have a newspaper photographer you know well? Ask him to take pictures of everyone in Bashad's house, and say he will publish them in the newspaper." "What are you doing with these pictures?" "It's a secret. Ask them to film at the table where Bashad sat when he was killed, and have them face the east window." Drake agreed to this weird request and was just about to go out when the phone rang. Mason picked up the phone, and Harry's excited voice came from inside: "Hey, I'm such an idiot. I finally found out that I've been being used as a gun. I'm going to tell the truth."

"Harry, you've made up your mind. Come, I'll wait for you." "No, I can't. I'm under surveillance. Please come here. My name is George Tee. I live in Room 904 of the Merryland Hotel. I'd risk my life to see you." "Hey, please tell me who is the accomplice who stole the money with you?" "Can't tell you over the phone. If you're going to come, hurry up." Harry shouted with great excitement. Mason wrote "Merry Land Hotel, Room 904, George Portey" on a note, put it in an envelope, and called Drake, "I'm in a hurry. If you don't hear from me in fifteen minutes Phone, please open this envelope."

Mason rushed out of the room immediately after handing the envelope to Taina, and entered through the side door after confirming that there was no ambush around the hotel.In order not to be seen by the receptionist, he quickly boarded the elevator.When I came to the ninth floor, there was no one in the corridor.Mason didn't knock on the door of room 904, and gently pushed it open. At this moment, he gasped and stood still in astonishment. It turned out that Harry was lying face down on the bed, holding a knife in his right hand, the tip of the knife pierced his heart, the suitcase was open, and the contents inside were emptied.Mason looked around cautiously, then approached the body, took a false eye from his pocket, wiped it with a handkerchief, and slipped it between the fingers of Harry's left hand.Then he tiptoed back to the door, wiping the fingerprints off the handle with his handkerchief.

After getting off the elevator, Mason hung up the phone to his office. "Okay, Tina, just burn the envelope." He slipped out from the side door of the hotel and stopped in surprise. It turned out that there was a police car parked behind his car, as if the police were watching. At this time, another police car drove up. Officer Mu jumped down, pointed to Mason's car with the police officers in the first police car, and started talking in a low voice. Mason turned back to the hotel, this time walking up to the receptionist. "I heard that a young man named Harry Macullum lives here. Is that so?" The receptionist checked the boarding book and shook his head. Mason picked up the phone on the reception counter and called police headquarters. "Hello, please answer the phone with Officer Holcomb from the Homicide Division and tell him to come to the Merryland Hotel... This is Attorney Mason." Mason put down the phone, when suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, Mason turned his head, "Oh, Mr. Police Officer, I'm calling you now." "What do you want from me?" Officer Holcomb stared at Mason strangely. "Do you know Harry Maculen? A man who didn't want to give his name called me on a whistleblower call, saying that Harry was hiding in this hotel, so I called you." "So you've met Harry?" "No. I asked at the reception just now, and they said no such man lives here." After Mason answered, he turned to the receptionist and asked, "Maybe he's living here under a different name. He's a young man in his mid-twenties. He has acne on his face and red hair." "Oh, he lives in Room 904. His name is George Potty. He was here an hour and a half ago." "Here it is. Hey, Mr. Inspector, what's the matter? Shall we go to see him together?" Officer Holcomb left Mason behind and climbed the elevator first to the ninth floor. Before opening the door to Room 904, Holcomb grabbed Mason's arm and entered the room alone. After a while, the door opened hastily, and Officer Holcomb rushed out, his face panicked and pale. Mason asked slowly, "Is Harry not there?" "No, it's inside. But there's nothing to say. Mason, you can go back to the office." Mason shrugged and chuckled as Officer Holcomb went into the room, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.He put his ear to the door and listened to the voice of Holcomb on the phone to Borg Prosecutor's Office. Mason was taken aback and hurried out of the restaurant. He hopped into his car, watched the police car tailing him out of the corner of his eye, and drove back to the office. As soon as he entered the secretary's room where Tina was, he said, "Hey, Tina, this is terrible. Let's hurry up..." Mason shut his mouth suddenly, and someone shook in the corner of the room. It turned out that Burnett stood up from the chair with a smile. "Thanks to you, Mr. Mason, I am saved." Unexpectedly, Mason's body suddenly became stunned and stiff. "It's you! But how did you get out of the detention center?" "Officer Holcomb released me. An hour and a half ago." "Where is Madame Bashard?" "I don't know, I'm probably being questioned by the prosecutor's office." Mason sighed deeply, and his body softened dejectedly. "Mr. Burnett, it is very unfortunate that you have been released. It may be the greatest misfortune of your life." "The suspicion of homicide has been cleared up, and he was released without incident. How can it be unfortunate?" Burnett asked in a daze. "I thought you must be locked up in the detention center, so I played a trick. But in this way, the trick..." Mason is displeased when plans are unexpectedly disrupted. At this time, the door was violently pushed open, and Inspector Boger broke in.He raised his hand at Burnett. "Peter Burnett, you are under arrest. You will never be released. Your former lover, Mrs. Bashard, has confessed everything. She is under arrest." "What is Mr. Burnett's crime?" Mason asked Borg. "Needless to say, it was a murder. And this time he is a suspect in two murders." Prosecutor Borg grabbed Burnett by the shoulders and forcibly led him away. Mason quickly returned to his office, took out four bloodshot prosthetic eyes from the safe, and smashed them one by one with a hammer, and the prosthetic eye in his pocket was also smashed to pieces.