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"The glorious gifts of the
gods may not be cast aside."

"Behold," the noble Homer said.

"Cometh the java,

hot, black and delicious."

Is something wrong, Dad?

Wrong?

No, no, no.

Eggs the way you like them?

Oh.

Just not enough, that's all.

Muriell, baby, I'm awfully
hungry this morning.

How about another egg

and some more of
that venison sausage?

Of course.

Thank you, baby.

Here we are.

Dad?

Your breakfast is getting cold.

Dad?

What is it, Muriell?

Dad.

He didn't finish his
breakfast and I...

I'm looking for him.

It's obvious he's not here.

Sorry, Nancy.

Oh, what are you doing

banging around
this time of night?

I'm sorry I woke you, Glamis.

Oh, it's not me, silly.

You might have wakened Hartley.

Hartley? Hartley Elliott, here?

Mm-hm.

In the guestroom.

Something went
wrong with his car

when he brought me home,
so of course I asked him

to spend the night
in the guestroom.

Well, Dad didn't
finish his breakfast,

and he hasn't
left for the office.

Well, I just don't
know where he is.

Well, did you look out in
that smelly old shop of his?

Muriell Gilman. Mm-hm.

Now for the address.

6231 Vauxman.

Oh, fine, Miss Gilman.

Yes, and try not
to worry too much.

I'll have Mr. Mason call
as soon as he comes in.

You're very welcome.

Bye.

Gilman.

Carter Gilman.

Morning, Della.

Morning, Perry.

A young woman just called
and she's lost her father

and she seems
terribly frightened.

What do you mean
she's lost her father?

Well, it just so happens
that he disappeared

right in the middle
of breakfast.

A good place to disappear.

Perry, she found your name

on a list of appointments
in his briefcase.

Do I know him?

Not that I know
of. Carter Gilman?

That rings no bells.

Perry, yesterday
afternoon, late, a man called.

He wanted an appointment and
said it was of extreme urgency.

I gave him an
appointment at 11:30.

Here, 11:30 this morning.

"Mr. Edward Carter."

Edward Carter, Carter Gilman.

Mm-hm.

Carter Gilman's address
is 6231 Vauxman.

Mr. Edward Carter
also left an address.

6231 Vauxman?

I think we better get in touch

with your frightened
young lady right away.

The red stain on the floor

is not blood. It's paint.

Oh, thank heaven.

But there was obviously
quite a fight in here.

This must have been knocked
over during the struggle.

Your father's workshop?

Yes.

Woodworking is his hobby.

He's very good at it.

He certainly uses fine woods.

A hundred of these bills
scattered on the floor.

Ten thousand dollars.

But where did it come from?

I don't know.

That money isn't mine, I
don't want any part of it.

All right, Miss Gilman,

I'll hold it for a while.

Now, other than
you and your father,

who was in the house?

Nancy, my stepmother.

Glamis Barlow, my stepsister.

And... And Hartley Elliott,

Glamis' boyfriend.

He spent the night here.

I saw him leave a
few minutes ago.

Now, you said your
father seemed preoccupied

with something outside
the dining room window?

I guess he saw
something out there.

But why didn't he tell me?

Mr. Mason, do you
think he saw someone

coming into this workshop?

Or someone leaving it.

Now, suppose you find me a
recent picture of your father.

What are you going
to do, Mr. Mason?

Call the police?

No. Not yet.

I'll wait and see what
happens at 11:30.

He's here, Perry.

Uh, bring him in.

Tell Gertie to get
hold of Paul for me.

Mr. Edward Carter.

Mr. Mason.

Uh, won't you sit
down, Mr. Carter?

I believe you told Miss Street

this was a matter
of extreme urgency.

I'm acting on
behalf of a friend.

A very dear friend.

A woman who happens
to be married to a man

who is also a friend of mine.

And her name?

Gilman. Nancy Gilman.

I'm visiting her and her
husband at the moment.

What about Mrs. Gilman?

Mr. Mason, Mrs. Gilman
is being blackmailed.

And, uh, you being her friend,

want me to do
something about it?

Yes, sir, that's why I'm here.

I wanna know what's in her past

so that we know what hold
the blackmailer has over her.

Do you know who
the blackmailer is?

Yes, sir, I do.

A woman private detective
named Vera M. Martel.

She has an office in Las Vegas.

I'd like to know a little more
about, uh, Nancy Gilman.

About her husband, for instance.

Well, Mr. Gilman
was married before.

He has one daughter,
Muriell. She's 20.

He married again and
the second wife, Nancy,

has a daughter
by a prior marriage.

Glamis. Glamis Barlow.

I'm very fond of
the entire family,

and particularly
the two daughters.

They're as different
as night and day.

But where Mr. and Mrs.
Gilman are concerned,

they're duplicate and
devoted daughters.

But you think there is
something in Mrs. Gilman's past

which would, uh, lay
her open to blackmail.

Uh, Mr. Carter,

perhaps what you need is
a good private investigator.

But you don't
understand, Mr. Mason.

I want you as an attorney.

Yes, of course, hire
anybody else as necessary,

but you do it.

Do you happen to know
if there's a workshop

someplace around
the Gilman house?

Why, yes, of course,

I... I've seen it there.

Why do you ask?

Mr. Carter, I'll take your
case on one condition:

I want you to assign to me
all your right, title and interest,

whatever it may be,

to the contents
of that workshop.

All those contents that
exist at the present time

or existed at any other
time during the day.

Well, I'll sign
anything, Mr. Mason,

but, quite obviously since
I'm only a guest at the house

and own nothing in the
workshop or any place else there,

uh, such a paper would
be a legal absurdity.

Hm. I'd simply like to have, uh,

what we lawyers
call, "color of title,"

to give me a legal right
to explore the premises.

Now, if it's agreeable,
I'll have my secretary

get together with
you in the outer office,

draw up a bill of sale
and we'll go right to work.

Look, Mr. Mason.

Apparently I have no choice.

Thank you.

Perry, what on earth?

If that $10,000
from the workshop

now locked in our safe

is money he collected
to pay blackmail,

I'd have a legitimate
excuse to, uh, hold it.

Moreover, I couldn't be
accused of suppressing evidence,

you understand?

Hi, Perry. You wanted to see me?

Suspected blackmail
victim, Mrs. Nancy Gilman.

Nancy Gilman is
supposedly being blackmailed

by a private investigator
named, uh, Vera Martel,

who evidently... Wait a minute.

Wrong tense.

Was, not is.

Your lady private eye
isn't blackmailing anybody.

She's dead.

Where's Gilman?

He called his office

and, whatever it was his
secretary told him, he...

He signed the bill of sale
without even reading it

and just hurried out.

Well, no hope of
catching him now.

Paul, are you sure
Vera Martel is dead?

Well, I didn't check the
corpse personally, but I'm sure.

What happened?

The highway patrol found a body

down a ravine in
the Hollywood Hills.

Turned out to be
one Vera Martel.

Accident?

Supposed to look like it,
but it wasn't. It was murder.

She was strangled
sometime this morning.

Pretty funny routine too.

What do you mean?

Well, Vera's clothes
were loaded with sawdust.

Sawdust from real
expensive wood yet.

And one spot on her dress
was all smeared with red paint.

Figure that one.

I can.

It won't take the
police long either.

What?

I've been playing a blind
hand and I've just been raised.

Paul, I'm gonna start
a little rough probing

in the hope I can push
someone into running.

If they start running, I'll
wanna know where they go

and what they do.

All right.

We checked his
office, he wasn't there.

Now, do you still insist
none of you knows

where Mr. Gilman is?

If you doubt our answers,

why waste our time and
yours with stupid questions?

Would you also characterize
murder as stupid?

It's Dad. I knew
something was wrong,

I knew it.

Oh, relax.

If if he were dead,

Mr. Mason wouldn't
be asking where he is.

Mr. Mason, is there anything
else you wish to know?

Yes.

Did any of you withdraw
$10,000 from the bank?

Does any one of you
know if Mr. Gilman

withdrew $10,000 from the bank?

Do any of you know Vera Martel?

Thanks.

You've been a
big help, all of you.

Mr. Mason.

You pick a name out of
thin air and you throw it at us.

Who is Vera Martel?

She was a private detective.

Possibly a blackmailer.

She was murdered this morning.

Well, what has that
got to do with us?

I have reason to believe
the police are going to claim

that she was strangled to death

in the workshop
behind your garage.

And that $10,000,

either a bribe or
blackmail payment,

was left in that workshop

while someone disposed
of Vera Martel's body.

You're either drunk or crazy.

That is probably the police.

When they're finished,

let me know if you think
they're drunk or crazy.

Well,

Perry Mason answering doors.

Counselor, we
traced a taxi receipt

in a dead woman's
purse to this address.

I have a search warrant here.

You'll find the sawdust
and the red paint

in the workshop
behind the garage.

Excuse me. Sergeant.

Paul.

Hi, Alan. Is she here?

Uh, you were right. She
did come here to Las Vegas.

One of my men spotted
her coming into town.

How'd you figure?

Well, I tailed
her to Victorville.

Just outside of town,
I blew a fuel pump,

got stranded in the
desert and lost her.

But, Las Vegas
was the only place

she could have been going to.

Well, we had the same bad luck.

My man spotted her,
all right, but that's all.

Then he lost her
in downtown traffic.

But we'll find her, don't worry.

And I may have something for you

on the girl knowing Vera Martel.

Vera Martel.

Are the cops crawling
all over her office now?

Not that I know of.

Have you got a car?
Yeah, I rented one for you.

Waiting out front
alongside mine. Good.

I had a hunch you
might be headed here.

Oh, I know you're inside.

Now, the cops take a dim
view of breaking and entering.

But then, I'm not a cop.

I'm a friend. I work
for Perry Mason.

So, uh, maybe you
better come on out now.

Carter Gilman?

I don't know who you
are, mister. Not yet.

But you made us move
in before we wanted to.

This place has been
staked out for an hour.

Gilman, you're under arrest.

You're wanted in Los Angeles
for the murder of Vera Martel.

Thank you.

Uh, I'm lucky they
didn't toss me in the clink.

What about Carter Gilman?

Well, he waived extradition
and they flew him down to L.A.

I imagine they're
booking him now.

Glamis Barlow?

Oh, we found her, all right.

She went straight to her
father's house and stayed there.

Her real father?

Steven A. Barlow.

He and Glamis' mother were
divorced several years ago.

He lives in Las Vegas.

There's only one trouble:

He really isn't the real father.

Well, now, that
really makes sense.

Perry, I think we
hit the jackpot.

I had to get a
friend stoned to do it

and he'll probably hate me,

but I found out why Mrs.
Gilman was being blackmailed.

Before she became
Mrs. Nancy Gilman,

our girl was Mrs.
Steven A. Barlow.

Before that, Miss Nancy Adair,

an, uh, uninhibited
Greenwich Village artist.

Uninhibited?

You mean, her
daughter, Glamis Barlow,

isn't Glamis Barlow?

You guessed it.

The real papa's John Yerman.

Only it seems this
Yerman was a creep

and Nancy came to despise him.

And, as to Nancy,

impending motherhood alone
was no must for matrimony,

so she left him. Disappeared.

How in the world did you
get all this information?

Well, the answer to
that is part of the story.

Nancy then married
Steven A. Barlow.

Glamis was born, years go by,

she divorces Steven A. Barlow
and marries Carter Gilman.

But in the meantime,

big things are happening
to John Yerman.

He inherits $20 million.

And I suppose Yerman
wanted to find this girl

he'd never seen?

That's right.

However, he died a
little over a year ago

without ever seeing her.

Nonetheless, he willed
every cent of his estate

to the unknown child, if alive.

Did his estate,
uh, locate Glamis?

Well, yes and no.

Glamis still doesn't know about
either Yerman or the money.

Nancy, Mrs. Gilman,
went to New York,

established Glamis' identity

and settled with the estate.

How much was involved
in the settlement?

Two million dollars, tax
free, on one condition:

That Glamis, or anyone else,

need never know the true
story of her birth record.

As far as I can find out,
the money's in a secret trust

and Glamis still thinks
that this Steven A. Barlow

in Las Vegas is her real father.

So...

Muriell, Glamis, Nancy, Carter,

and now Steven
Barlow, are involved.

Well, there's one more.

The Gilman's overnight guest.

Glamis' boyfriend,
Hartley Elliott.

Oh, yes. By the way, Paul,

I wanna get to that boy first.

Tonight?

If possible.

I'll check with Della
right after my visit

with Carter Gilman.

Let's go over this.

You were eating breakfast,

you, uh, saw
something or someone

through the dining room windows.

Someone inside the workshop.

It looked like Vera Martel.

You, uh, sent Muriell
to get more food,

so you could go
out to the workshop?

No.

I wanted to watch the
workshop without Muriell knowing.

But you did leave
the dining room

and go out there?

Later.

After I saw somebody
running out of the workshop

upset, frightened
and almost panicky.

Who was it?

A member of my family.

Which member of your family?

Sorry, I'm not
gonna tell you that.

You, uh, went to the workshop.

What then?

Well, I saw the money
scattered around the floor,

signs of a struggle,

and what appeared
to be a pool of blood,

but no Vera.

I ran outside,

I ran after...

The member of my family.

But I lost her.

I looked around
without much luck

and found myself at a bus stop.

I finally gave up took the
bus downtown from there.

I remembered I had
an appointment with you

and, well, I came
back to your office

instead of going back to mine.

Why were you in such a
hurry to leave me office?

Well, I spoke to my
secretary on the phone.

She said there was a
letter from Vera Martel.

I rushed over to
have a look at it.

It, uh,

contained a carefully
worded suggestion

that she had something
that I might wanna buy.

Well, at that point, Mason,

I decided that perhaps I
should handle matters myself.

So I went straight to Las Vegas.

To do what?

Rifle Vera Martel's office?

Somebody had searched
the place before me.

By the way, how did
you get into her office?

Well, I'd taken impressions
of Vera Martel's keys

and had duplicates
made. You what?

Well, she'd been
hanging around my office

asking questions as
a prospective investor.

I finally found out who she was

and what she was.

One day, I found her car
next to mine in the parking lot.

I, uh, use modeling clay

to make forms for my
woodworking lathes.

I had some in
the trunk of the car

and I used that to
take the impressions.

Who made the keys?

A locksmith.

I can't remember his name.

You will when he's
put on the witness stand

to testify against you.

Witness stand?

Mr. Gilman,

before the police finish,

they'll have a case
not only against you,

but at least one other
member of your family.

Now, I must have the truth,

all of it.

I refuse to tell you.

Very well.

Just think this over:

You may not have
been the only witness.

Someone else may have
seen the frightened person

who ran out of that workshop.

And they'll likely have no
compunction whatsoever

about revealing, in court,
the identity of the person

you're trying to protect.

You wanted to ask me a
few questions, Mr. Mason?

How well do you know the
Gilman family, Mr. Elliott?

Well, I don't.

Except, of course, for Glamis.

And I have met her,
uh, stepsister, Muriell.

You've been going with Glamis?

Yes.

We've been thinking seriously
of getting married, in fact.

Now, that particular night
when you brought Glamis home,

your car battery went
dead, I understand.

Yes.

I stayed overnight in
the Gilman guestroom,

had a new battery
brought over in the morning.

You got up early, then.

Did you see or hear
anything unusual?

As a matter of fact, yes.

I happened to look out of the
window while I was dressing

and I noticed someone
running from the workshop

in back of the garage.

Someone who seemed frightened?

Yes.

I must admit, I
was a bit curious.

But then Glamis
said something to me

that made me realize I
must have been wrong.

Glamis said something?

Uh, sure.

She was the one I thought I saw.

You mean, you saw Glamis
running out of the workshop

just a few minutes
before you heard Muriell

looking for her father?

That's right.

You tell that story
on the witness stand

and you'll be putting
the girl you hope to marry

into the gas chamber
for first-degree murder.

He's kidding, isn't he?

No, I'm afraid not.

Well, if I'm not
subpoenaed, I can't testify.

And if I can't be found,
I can't be subpoenaed.

Mr. Elliott.

If you're thinking
of running away,

as an attorney and
an officer of the court,

I must tell you it's
your duty to testify.

You've done your duty.

Now, don't worry about mine.

There was a broken hyoid bone

and distinctive petechial
hemorrhagic spots.

And could you tell us, doctor,
at what time death occurred?

Vera M. Martel had been
strangled to death manually,

sometime between
7:45 a.m. and 9:15 a.m.

She had been dead for some time

before her body was thrown
down the side of the cliff.

And there were bits of sawdust

found under the
decedent's fingernails,

is that correct?

That is correct.

Thank you, Dr. Hoxie,

that'll be all.

This is another
sample of the sawdust

identical to the sawdust

found on the clothes
and body of the victim.

And this, lieutenant?

Yes, those are human hairs

identical to those
of the victim,

Vera M. Martel.

And finally this.

Yes, that's modeling clay.

Now, lieutenant, would
you please tell this court

exactly where you
found the sawdust,

the bits of the decedent's hair,

and the modeling clay?

In the trunk of
Carter Gilman's car.

Uh, continue, Mr. Fellows.

Well, this man came to
me with clay exactly like this.

There were
impressions in the clay.

And, using them, I
made him a set of keys.

Now, these keys in this case

belonged to the
decedent, Vera Martel.

I ask you to examine them

and to tell us if
there's any similarity

between Vera Martel's keys
and the ones you made up.

Yes they're
absolutely identical.

And would you tell
this court, please,

for whom you made a duplicate
set of Vera Martel's keys?

I made them for
Mr. Carter Gilman.

Now, Miss Gilman, when
you left the dining room,

where did you go?

To the kitchen.

I prepared the sausage and
egg that my father had asked for.

And then what?

Well,

when I came back...

my father was gone.

That'll be all.

Your witness.

The defense has no
questions at this time.

The prosecution's next witness
was apprehended a few days ago

at the airport,
trying to leave town.

I call Hartley Elliott
to the stand, please.

Mr. Elliott, when you
were getting dressed

on the morning of the murder,

you stood and looked
out the window?

Yes.

You were able to see
the door of the workshop?

Yes.

Did you see anybody
running out of that door?

I don't remember.

Really, Mr. Elliott?

Well, let me be
more specific then.

Did you see Glamis Barlow
run out of that workshop door?

I refuse to answer.

On what grounds?

No grounds. I simply
refuse to answer.

The witness will answer.

Unless the question tends
to incriminate or degrade him.

I refuse to answer.

Mr. Elliott, unless you
answer that question,

you are going to
jail for contempt.

I refuse to answer.

Very well.

It is the judgment of the court

that you be
committed to county jail

for contempt of this court

and held there until such time

as you either
answer the question

or give just cause why
you shouldn't answer it.

I refuse to answer.

Bailiff,

remove the witness
from the court.

All right, Mr. Burger,
call your next witness.

Glamis Barlow to
the stand, please.

Is Glamis Barlow in the court?

She will be shortly, Your Honor.

I've had her subpoenaed

and, since she's
a material witness

and I was afraid she might
leave the jurisdiction of this court,

I had her taken into
custody a few hours ago.

If it please the court.

Just a moment, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Burger,

this court is conducting
a preliminary hearing.

It is not intended to
function as a grand jury.

I'm well aware of
that, Your Honor.

Your Honor,
apparently Mr. Burger

would like nothing better
than to have Miss Barlow

joined as a codefendant
in a superior court trial.

But I will not stand by and
allow her to be maneuvered

into a situation in
which she might forfeit

her constitutional rights.

The court feels as
you do, Mr. Mason.

Great care will be exercised.

Will you take the stand,
please, Miss Barlow?

Raise your right hand, please.

Do you solemnly
swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth?

I do.

State your name.

Glamis Barlow.

Be seated, please.

Now, Miss Barlow,

the court advises you that
you do not have to answer

any question which,
in your opinion,

may tend to incriminate you.

Now, remember, any
answers you do give here

may be used against
you at any time.

Now, do you understand that?

Yes, Your Honor.

Very well.

You may proceed, Mr. Burger.

Miss Barlow,

are you acquainted with
the decedent, Vera Martel,

or were you acquainted
with her during her lifetime?

I do not know a Vera Martel.

I call your attention now

to the morning of
the 13th of this month

and I ask you if, between
the hours of 8:00 and 8:30,

you were at your
residence? I was.

Between those times, or at any
other time during that morning,

did you have the occasion
to visit the workshop

of the defendant, Carter Gilman?

Objected to, Your Honor.

The question is
leading and suggestive,

and a deliberate attempt
to make the witness

testify against herself.

The court is inclined
to sustain that objection.

Your Honor,

this witness has been
advised of her rights.

She hasn't been charged
with any crime yet.

Will you state it is
not your intention

to charge her with a crime

the moment this
preliminary hearing is over?

If it please the court,

I will make no statement
whatever at this time

as to the intentions
of the prosecution.

I believe that my
question is perfectly proper

and I demand that
this witness answer it.

Well, I want to
answer the question.

No, no, no!

I wasn't anywhere near the room!

Mr. McCoy, will you please
tell this court where you reside.

I live in Las Vegas, Nevada.

And what is your
occupation, sir?

I'm a card dealer.

Are you acquainted
with Glamis Barlow?

Yeah, I know her by sight.

And I've seen her frequently
around the casino where I work.

Did you happen to see her
on the 13th of this month?

Yes, I did.

Where? If the court please.

This is a continued,
obvious attempt

to try Glamis Barlow as a
codefendant at this hearing.

It is the contention of the
prosecution, Your Honor,

that Carter Gilman killed
Vera Martel in his workshop,

and that Glamis Barlow was
his accomplice in that killing

and in disposal of the body.

Carter Gilman had had duplicates
made of Vera Martel's keys.

The prosecution further claims

that the defendant delivered
those keys to Glamis Barlow,

who then preceded
him to Las Vegas,

where she entered
Vera Martel's office

and searched there for
an incriminating document.

Incriminating to whom?

Incriminating to Glamis
Barlow and Carter Gilman.

I, uh...

I am inclined to rule

that, uh, this line
of questioning

be permissible as
tending to prove motivation.

However, I would like
a statement from you,

Mr. District Attorney,

as to what you expect
to prove by this witness.

It just so happens, Your
Honor, that Vera Martel's office

is just across the
hall from the offices

of the casino which
employs this witness.

He is prepared to make
a positive identification

of Glamis Barlow
as the woman he saw

surreptitiously leaving
Vera Martel's office.

The same office in
which Carter Gilman

was later arrested.

We renew our objections.

There is no proof Carter
Gilman did, in truth,

give any office key
to Glamis Barlow.

Before ruling on this objection,

the court wishes to take this
whole matter under advisement.

This court is adjourned
until 10 a.m. tomorrow.

Perry,

I finally located that ten grand

you found in the workshop.

The blackmail money? Good.

Maybe good, maybe not.

Who told you it was
blackmail money?

It had to be.

The money had to belong
to one of the Gilmans.

Obviously the one who
was being blackmailed

by Vera Martel.

Nope, you're wrong.

That money belonged
to Vera Martel.

Belonged to Vera Martel?

She withdrew it from her own
account in a Las Vegas bank.

Ten thousand dollars
in 100 dollar bills.

Well, good evening,
Perry, Paul, Della.

Well, Lieutenant Tragg.

What can I do for you?

Nothing. Uh, nothing for me.

Perry, unofficially, and as
a friend, I'm tipping you off.

Two hours after court,

Hartley Elliott cracked
and hollered for the D.A.

He's ready to go on
the stand and testify

as to whom he saw
running out of that workshop:

Glamis Barlow.

All right.

But you didn't just come here

to tell me something
unofficially now, did you?

Somebody else talked, Perry.

This is a subpoena.

Duces tecum directing
you to appear in court

as a prosecution witness.

And ordering you
to bring with you

the $10,000 you took from
the scene of the murder.

I'm sorry, Perry.

Really sorry.

Paul, with your men following
Glamis Barlow in Las Vegas,

wouldn't it have been
impossible for her

to have broken into
Vera Martel's office

without them seeing you?

I swear she never
went near the place.

This dealer, Glenn McCoy,

is prepared to
swear that he saw her

coming out of the office.

Perry, he's got to be lying.

At the time he says he saw her,

my men had her
under surveillance.

I wonder, Paul, I really wonder.

Paul, outside of the
police department,

who is the best lie-detector
technician in town?

Uh, Cartman Jasper.

Della, get hold
of this Mr. Jasper.

I'll need him and his equipment.

When?

Uh, about an hour.

Half an hour if
he can manage it.

Paul, when did, uh, Vera Martel
get that money out of her bank?

Ten days before she was killed.

I wanna know
exactly what she did

every hour of those ten days.

Where she went, who she saw.

All right, Perry,
I'll check into it.

Perry, it's too late for bail.

Now, just how do you intend
to get Glamis Barlow out of jail

for the lie-detector test?

The test isn't for Glamis.

It's for her mother,
Mrs. Gilman.

But why is Glamis in
jail in the first place?

If it's just because they
wanna use her as a witness,

it seems to me you could
have gotten her out, Mr. Mason.

You could have done something.

The minute we post a bond,

she'll be rearrested and charged

as an accessory
after the fact of murder,

or as codefendant in the murder.

You're sure of that?

Yes, I'm sure of that.

For the moment, I'd rather
she stay right where she is.

Then exactly what is
it you're doing here?

What is it you want?

I wanna know whether or
not you ever knew Vera Martel.

I never heard of the creature.

She wasn't blackmailing you?

Mr. Mason,

I've lived my own life.

I assume by now you know
the truth about Glamis' birth.

Anyone could dig into my
past and find out about that.

I don't deny it.

You haven't
answered my question.

Not Vera Martel, not anybody,

ever has or ever
will blackmail me.

Mrs. Gilman, are
you telling the truth?

Will you take a
lie-detector test?

Right now? Tonight?

It wouldn't be admissible
in court as evidence,

but if you didn't
know Vera Martel,

if she wasn't blackmailing you,

then at least I'd want the
newspapers to know about it.

You have nothing
to fear, Mrs. Gilman.

The truth will help both your
husband and your daughter.

Well?

Mrs. Gilman, answer my questions

either yes or no.

The polygraph will be
checking on your pulse,

blood pressure, skin resistance

and respiration as you answer.

Avoid any muscular movement

and try to think only of
the questions and answers.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Is your first name Nancy?

Yes.

Are you married
to Carter Gilman?

Yes.

Did you know a person
named Vera M. Martel?

No.

Do you live in Los Angeles?

Yes.

Has anyone tried
to blackmail you

during the past three months?

No.

Are you the mother of a
daughter named Glamis?

Yes.

Do you know Steven A. Barlow?

Yes.

Very good, Mrs. Gilman.

Now, we'll repeat
the same questions,

in the same order,

two more times,

just to make
sure of our results.

Are you ready?

Yes.

I just put her to
bed with a sedative.

She was about ready to collapse.

Well, Mr. Jasper?

As far as your case is
concerned, Mr. Mason,

she's telling the truth.

I'm sure she never
knew Vera Martel

and she's never
been blackmailed.

Well, what about this, uh,

identical reaction each
time to the same question?

There's no doubt of it.

She's lying about Glamis.

Could it be a reaction of shame?

No, definitely not.

It's something else.

Some emotional disturbance
in connection with the statement

that she has a
daughter named Glamis.

Do you suppose Glamis
isn't her daughter?

That could be, I suppose.

Well, considering her
real father's $20 million

and that Mrs. Gilman has
already taken two million of it,

that certainly should have
been a setup for blackmail.

Now what do you think, Perry?

I think we'd better
get in touch with Paul.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What time?

4:05 to L.A. Good.

Perry, we found something.

Vera Martel?

For nine of her last ten days,

she did nothing
out of the ordinary,

went nowhere unusual
and saw nobody special.

The tenth day?

Vera took a plane to
Redding, California.

She stayed there half the day,

then she flew to Los Angeles.

And, of course, she was
murdered here the next morning.

What happened in Redding?

I've got an operative there,
Alan Connors, he's a top man.

He's waiting to
give you a full report.

Go ahead, Connors,
this is Mason.

Well, Vera Martel was
met at Redding Airport

by Phyllis Monroe.

Phyllis drove her straight
to the Monroe estate.

Estate?

Well, the Monroe's are
upper, upper crust in Redding.

The mother's dead.

The father is, or
was, a big shot tycoon.

It's not common
knowledge but, uh,

the old man's had some rough
going business-wise lately.

The daughter, Phyllis,

is the most
attractive dish in town.

How long was Vera
at the Monroe place?

A couple of hours.

Vera took the first
plane out of Redding,

the 4:05 to Los Angeles.

Connors, get all you
can on the Monroes.

Most important of all,
get pictures of them.

I want you to fly the
stuff down here tonight

so I have it in my hands before
court convenes in the morning.

Charter a plane if you have to.

But please get
that stuff down here.

Alan, let me know what
time you're going to arrive.

I'll meet you.

If the witness will now answer

all questions
willingly and fairly,

he will be deemed to have
purged himself of the contempt,

and the sentence
will be revoked.

You may proceed.

Mr. Elliott,

did you see Glamis
Barlow at approximately 8:25

on the morning on the
13th day of this month?

Yes, sir.

Where was Glamis Barlow

and what was she
doing when you saw her?

She had just come
out of the workshop

and she was running away.

You're sure of
that, Mr. Elliott?

She was not walking,

Glamis Barlow was running away?

Yes, running away.

No more questions.

Your Honor,

I had Mr. Mason
served last night

with a subpoena duces tecum.

I should like to
know at this time,

if he brought to court with him

the evidence that
he surreptitiously

and wrongfully removed
from the scene of the crime.

Your Honor, I must
certainly object.

One moment, Mr. Mason.

Uh, let me understand this.

The prosecution calling
the defendant's lawyer

as a witness against
the defendant himself?

Yes, Your Honor.

When he has certain knowledge
of the commission of a crime,

even the defense
attorney is a proper witness.

I have never defied the process
of this, or any other, court.

Nor do I intend to start now.

When I've completed
my cross-examination

of this witness and I
am called to the stand,

I will answer any
and all questions.

Very well.

The inquiry as to compliance
with the subpoena duces tecum

will be suspended until after

Mr. Mason's
cross-examination of the witness.

You may proceed, Mr. Mason.

How long have you known
Glamis Barlow, Mr. Elliott?

About two months.

I understand you're a
manufacturer's agent.

Within what territory
do you operate?

The state of California.

Exactly where do you live?

Well, I travel a great deal.

Actually, I don't have
a residence as such.

But you do have a legal
address, a place where you vote.

I believe it's the,
uh, city of Redding,

isn't that so, Mr. Elliott?

Uh, yes, that's right.

Now, Mr. Elliott, will
you please tell me the...

Your Honor, may I have a moment?

Very well, Mr. Mason.

But please be brief.

We're waiting, Mr. Mason.

You, uh, said you lived
in Redding, Mr. Elliott?

Yes.

In Redding, did you
happen to know a family

by the name of, uh, Monroe?

G.W. Monroe?

That's right.

Yes, I... I knew him.

And the Monroe
daughter, Phyllis?

Yes, I knew her.

Now, uh, Mr. Elliott,

you testified you
saw Glamis Barlow

running from the workshop.

I show you a photograph.

Is that the person you saw
running from the workshop?

I repeat, is that the person you
saw running from the workshop?

Yes.

That's very
strange, Mr. Elliott,

because that is not a
photograph of Glamis Barlow.

It's a photograph
of Phyllis Monroe.

Now, was it Glamis
Barlow or Phyllis Monroe

you saw running
from that workshop?

Well, I... I don't know.

So now you are not able to swear

it was Glamis Barlow you saw?

No, sir.

Your Honor, I
would like to interrupt

my cross-examination
of Hartley Elliott

long enough to have
Mrs. Nancy Gilman

return to the stand.

Is Glamis Barlow your daughter?

Yes.

What was her father's name?

John Yerman.

Is Phyllis Monroe your daughter?

Yes.

Glamis Barlow and Phyllis Munroe

are identical twins,

both daughters of John Yerman?

Yes.

Was Phyllis aware that she'd
been adopted by the Monroes?

No.

She was never legally adopted.

Nobody knew.

Your Honor, I have no further
questions of Mrs. Gilman.

I would now like to continue

my cross-examination
of Hartley Elliott.

Did you know Vera Martel?

Well, uh, yes, I, uh...

I met her in Las Vegas.

Did you enter into a
business deal with her?

Mr. Elliott, when
you first met Glamis,

you must have realized
she was an identical twin

to Phyllis Monroe.

You saw a chance to
pick up some money.

Blackmail money.

You hired Vera Martel
to investigate both girls,

did you not?

Yes.

She found out about
the illegitimacy and...

And the estate.

But then you started
dating Glamis Barlow.

The two of you
decided to get married.

A half interest with Vera
in the blackmail money

was nothing as compared to
a half interest in Glamis' estate,

with the opportunity to
set aside the settlement

and claim $10 million.

You then told Vera Martel
to drop the whole thing,

did you not?

Yes.

But she lied to me.

She said she would,

but then she contacted
Phyllis Monroe

and she was going
to contact the Gilmans.

And that would have
killed your chance to share

in that $10 million.

So you had to keep Vera
away from the Monroes

and the Gilmans.

Yes. Yes!

Now, the business
of your car not running

when you brought Glamis
home was all a fake, was it not?

When Vera Martel arrived
at the Gilman house,

you intercepted her.

You weren't in
your upstairs room

at 8:25 that morning,
you were meeting Vera.

You took her out to the
workshop to have a talk with her,

isn't that so?

Yes.

And someone interrupted you?

Phyllis.

She'd tried to catch
Vera at the hotel,

followed her out in a taxi.

That $10,000 wasn't
blackmail money.

It was Vera's.

She was using it as bait!

She'd, uh, given the
money to Phyllis earlier,

up in Redding, is that correct?

Yes.

She told Phyllis that she'd
found out about some property,

willed to her by
a distant uncle.

A... A ranch or something.

Then sweet Vera
made a deal with Phyllis.

Ten thousand dollars
for a half interest

in whatever inheritance

Vera could produce for Phyllis.

Ten thousand dollars

for a half interest in a
$10 million inheritance!

G.W. Monroe was
having business troubles,

he needed money, so
Phyllis accepted the 10,000.

Then she got the truth,

the whole shocking truth.

Who told her? Her father?

Yeah, old G.W.

He told her everything.

And Phyllis came to Los Angeles

to catch Vera.

It was funny. It was real funny.

She she threw the
$10,000 in Vera's face.

Then ran off.

Then what did
you do, Mr. Elliott?

You quietly put your
hands around the throat

of this woman who
stood in your way

and you...

Yes.

I choked her.

I didn't mean to kill her,

I only wanted to scare her.

But she fought with me.

Then I heard somebody
coming out of the house.

It was Mr. Gilman.

So I... I jerked Vera
back into the garage.

I only wanted to keep her quiet,

but when Mr. Gilman
left the workshop,

Vera...

She...

Sh... She was dead.

So it was Phyllis you saw

running out of the
workshop, Mr. Gilman.

And it was also Phyllis
that McCoy, the dealer, saw

coming out of Vera's
Las Vegas office.

She'd been there trying
to gather some evidence

of her background.

Since one person can't
be in two different places

at the same time,

either you or McCoy
were lying, Mr. Gilman.

Or you were mistaken, or, uh...

Or there were two girls.

When were you sure, Mr. Mason?

When Mrs. Gilman
took the lie-detector test.

She was telling the truth

when she said Glamis
was her daughter,

but she was only
telling part of the truth.

Glamis was only
one of two daughters.

Mr. Mason, what
about the Yerman estate

and the girls' share in it?

That's a tricky question.

Was the two million
on inheritance

or was it a settlement?

Will, uh, Phyllis get the
balance of the estate,

or will she share with
Glamis in the $2 million?

It's a very thorny
legal problem.

Well, what can we do about it?

Well, simple.

Just hire a good lawyer.