Classic pulp fiction, and my first Perry Mason. Always assumed he was a detective, but is actually a lawyer.
A product of its time, I still wonder how he could analyse a broad‘s legs through binoculars while she‘s driving a car, perhaps the greatest mystery of all. Having said that he is happily working with intelligent women he respects, it wasn‘t all chauvinism.
Fun read, and I love the well journeyed cover.