THE FACE OF DEATH. Perry Mason and his secretary, Della Street climbed the stairs to the second floor of the silent house. "You search the bedroom on the left, Della. I'll take the one on the right." Mason opened the door, switched on the lights, then suddenly stood stock still. "What is it, chief?" Della asked. Mason motioned her back, "Don't come in." But she looked over his shoulder. A man's body lay sprawled half on and half off the bed. From a bullet hole in his chest, blood had welled out to soak the bedspread and form a scarlet pool on the floor
