“We're stuck, Perry,” Paul Drake said. “You're defending a guilty client. But right now I think we can make some king of settlement and get out from under. Perry, she's guilty as hell!” “I still don't think she is.” “How do you account for that bullet?” “I don't account for it – yet.” “And you never will. That bullet was fired from that revolver. And that gun was in the hand of your client.” “I'll talk it over with you tonight,” Manson said as he whirled and walked rapidly back toward the courtroom where Marion Shelby was being tried for first-degree murder. “You can't get out from under when you're representing client.”