Perry Mason was locked-up in some little old murderess's room that she always carries around in paperback and all the rest haven't had as many re-run-ins with the law.
Besides, I needed someone oh about so high up in legal-eagle circles willing to break his holding pattern for the coming dog-fight. Trying four or five, I found I was the one being held up and not too well at that.
But at that, I stopped, stood, considered, reconsidered, considered again and again, and decided I'd have to tunnel out with my spoon within the next 23 years or it would rust with sheafs and pages of wasted description.