You okay? What happened? Thanks for trying to boost my morale, Mr. Mason. You dont know how I need it. Im getting pretty desperate. I— She suddenly jumped into the car, unlocked the glove compartment, started to put in the binoculars which Mason held out to her, hesitated, then took the gun out and put it into her handbag. Mason rang the doorbell. She had him there.Did you see who delivered it? Only once, Hamilton Burger said. Neffs is sort of a stuffed shirt, isnt he? Mason asked. What makes you think that? On one of those wild run-arounds of yours. The police have found the murder weapon. She nodded. Youre not a defense lawyer, are you? Yes, Your Honor. You mean he wasnt lying about that? Wherere you going? I... no, I didntknow. Ward Murfin was then the unions director of organization although he had been only twenty-seven at the time. Stacey Hundermark, the soft, gentle president of the Public Employees Union, had felt in probably an uncomfortable sort of way that he needed someone he could trust on his side who was hard and mean and thats why he had made Murfin director of organization. At twenty-seven Murfin was as hard and as mean as they come. Your Honor, I object, Mason said, jumping to his feet. I demand that the district attorney withdraw that statement and … “ He almost did, Mr. Mason. He sat there and talked for a minute or two, but he kept thinking that there was something in the house which accounted for my interest in the stock. I saw that he was determined to go in. They loped south from the house, across the meadow.You up for jumping a stone wall? he asked her. “Or we can go around and take the road..