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In this issue, part one, Lady of the
Evening reveals she spent many long,

nights with Chief Ironside of the San
Francisco Police Department.

You really don't remember me, do you?

Yea, though I walk through the valley of
death, I shall fear no evil.

I just signed for a package that a
messenger brought me. It was a bomb. Are

still going to stay with her after what
she said about you? She pays, I stay.

Mark. Yeah, Chief.

I think we've got a bomb up here.

No, no.

Chief.

Chief Ironside.

Who is this?

Chief, I know it's late, but I just had
the call to tell you.

Who is this?

What is it you want?

I want to tell you that I'm sorry.

Can you forgive me?

Forgive? Chief, please forgive me. What
are you talking about?

Look, I forgive you, madam. Now, please
forgive me. I'm trying to get some

sleep.

Oh, please, please forgive me.

I know you can.

Oh, good morning, Chief. Good morning,
Ed.

Chief Ironside and Detective Brown are
here, Commissioner.

Won't you go right in, Chief? The
Commissioner's waiting just for you.

I'm bothered.

Yes, Commissioner?

They say there's one picture.

It says a thousand words, and I doubt if
you subscribe to this ignominious semi

-monthly publication.

In this issue, part one, Lady of the
Evening reveals she spent many long,

nights with Chief Ironside of the San
Francisco Police Department.

Be sure and buy our next issue in two
weeks.

Read part two. We promise to answer the
who and what.

What friend did Chief Ironside watch die
and did nothing to help?

And who is the missing actor the San
Francisco Police Department hasn't

to look for because they don't even know
he has disappeared?

Shame, shame, San Francisco Police.
Place your subscription now and keep up

the bare truth.

Bob, we're not interested in your
personal life, but we are interested in

finding out if an actor has disappeared,
and if he has, under what

circumstances. And I want to know before
the next edition of this magazine hits

the stands. I will not have my
department ridiculed by this

Inconsequential? Whatever you call it.
Robert, this is your baby. Or should I

say your lady?

Please, please forgive me.

That's all it is.

A bit come online on the cover and
inside a four -column spread of air.

But, man, they make it sound like you
were whispering it all to some deep

-breathing mama in the throes of
passion.

Does that bug you? If they never say
you're in the company of a woman, they

quietly off the libel hook.

Legal distortion.

This lead lines the next issue about you
watching some friend die.

That's true.

Now you are diving me.

The magazine made a factual statement.
It's neither planted nor misstated.

Odd that someone should know.

I never told that incident to a living
soul.

I know it's a raunchy thing to ask a
friend.

This is Larry Gates.

We do work together.

So I thought we'd take a gun together at
our first double date.

Bob, you're the only friend I have in
the world.

And I gotta have one friend out there
watching.

Just one friend.

Or I won't make it.

Please.

For God's sake, please.

Come on, Bob.

Just this once.

Sure thing.

Just this once.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of
death, I shall fear no evil, for thou

art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou shalt prepare a table before me
against those that trouble me.

Thou hast anointed my head with oil, and
my cup...

Look, Chief, there's got to be some sort
of explanation.

Adding more won't change the truth.

All right, then. And the woman? Blonde
brunette.

I don't know.

Although she knows enough about my past
that I feel I should know her.

Have her shot or go around the block.

Have her shot what?

The offices of Bare Truth magazine.

That's all right. Let me off at the
corner. Don't you want us to... Right.

We can take a hint.

Thank you.

My name is Ironside.

I have an appointment with Mr. Smith.

That's Ms.

Smith, if you don't mind.

I don't mind.

And if you'll do me another favor and
omit the cliches of what is a nice girl

like you doing in a business... I
promise not to call you a nice girl.

I'm well aware of why you're here.

I will give you credit for some degree
of common sense. You haven't said libel

yet. I haven't. Yet.

But then I haven't had a chance to say
much of anything.

Yet. I hope you're cognizant of the fact
that I'm not a novice. I know my

business. And you do not disclose your
sources of information.

Right.

If you think you got stung in this
issue, just wait till you see the next

We have detailed your life from A to Z.

Z, that's for Zola, your teddy bear.

Yes.

I had a teddy bear named Zola.

You know, I'm flattered by all this
attention, and I am curious as to how

found out these things about my personal
life.

But I can't help feeling that there are
others much more worthy of your

consideration. Oh, there are. The whole
San Francisco Police Department, for

example. Oh, yes.

Famous actor who allegedly disappeared.
Not just allegedly, Chief Ironside. In

fact.

I'd like to let you read the galleys of
the next issue, but I think it's high

time that the department did its own
work.

The police department does its own work.
And it even makes a mistake now and

then.

But it doesn't deserve to be held up to
ridicule by... It does if it makes

ridiculous mistakes.

All I do is print them. I am in the
business of selling magazines.

What a pity, Miss Smith.

That you're not in that business
anymore.

magazine, but it smells like weak old
garbage.

In this stack, we have ads on how to
develop whatever you have that's

underdeveloped. This stack tells you how
to take off what's overdeveloped. And

here are embarrassing moments in the
lives of well -known people, including

yourself.

Lots of sauce, not much meat.

Here's some meat.

M .J. Smith's first teddy bear was named
Woo -Woo.

So, the lady has a chink in her arm.

Thank you.

We found out who our missing actor is,
Grant Richards.

According to gossip columns, he was, and
I quote, a hot property about five

years ago. Since then, his career has
been sliding rapidly downhill.

He's reported to be living twice as fast
as his fame has declined.

End of quote.

Married? To a very wealthy older woman.

Whereabouts unknown?

Both of them.

I would like you and Fran to find out
where Richards lives and check it out.

Mark, you stay here and do a follow -up.
We need to know the name of the person

that wrote those articles.

And since M .J. Smith holds the key to
that information, I'm going to try a new

approach.

You're going to be pleasant?

Better than that, I'm going to be galah.

I always wanted my magazine to be a
blast. I guess I got my wish.

But that's not how I wanted it.

Do you want to sit down?

I didn't realize that anybody took the
magazine so seriously.

After you read past the first cover,
it's supposed to be a diversion.

Some publicity for a personality whose
career needed boosting.

Or to cut him down to size.

I know it's difficult for you right now,
but while the details are still fresh

in your mind... There's not really very
much to tell. I just signed for a

package that a messenger brought me.

My office phone was ringing. I ran to
answer it. I inadvertently handed it to

boy to open.

It was a bomb.

They say that he may lose his head.

Why the visit?

You know, they say you can never find a
cop when you really need one.

I don't think you need a cop.

I think you need a drink.

is obviously yours.

To, uh... I...

I

need your help.

I've got to know who did this horrible
thing.

If I'm any way responsible for what
happened to that boy.

Come on now. You know what they say
about too many tears?

Yes.

That you're crying for yourself.

But sometimes the hurt goes so deep.

Sure it does.

Of course you know.

Whatever you may think of my magazine,
attempted murder is not part of the job.

It doesn't take much of an intellect to
realize that there's more involved here

than a few insinuating stories in a
flashy magazine.

I want to know why.

Maybe she can answer some of your
questions.

Is this your lady of the night?

Don't you remember?

You should.

After all you've spent a lot of long,
lonely... Check, please.

The Richards' home?

Are you the police detective in the
closet? Yes, sir.

And her?

Policewoman. Policewoman?

What do they think of this?

Well, come on in.

Sorry to keep you waiting, but you get
that. Thank you.

I don't move too good now.

Frankly, I think you made a trip for
nothing.

This is usual for the Richards.

They're always taken off at the drop of
a hat. Oh, and here they're young.

That's why they don't keep regular help.
Just me.

Of course, I'm not too much use now.

You've worked for the family a long
time?

More years than you've been around,
young lady.

Yeah, they've been very good to me. I
nearly died about six months ago.

Stroke crippled my whole right side.

How long have they been gone?

Four. Oh, no, maybe closer to five
weeks.

Could it be six?

No, I'm pretty sure it's about five
weeks. They left late one night and took

little sports car.

They didn't even leave a note?

Well, they've been working for the same
people as long as I have. There's no

need. When they're not here, they're
gone.

And when they're gone, I just keep an
eye on things. May we, uh... Oh, yeah,

sure. Help yourself.

Uh, if you need me... Just ring the
intercom.

I still think you're wasting your time.

Well, you look like the outdoor type.
You take the grounds and I'll look

inside.

Oh, and we'll meet in the drawing room
with tea time.

Doo doo doo.

Down by the tennis court.

Well, a couple of earthquakes we had
cracked it so bad it couldn't be fixed.

then a heavy rain made a mud hole out of
it.

Turned out to be a death trap for Miss
Richard's dog.

How long has it been since you've been
down by the tennis court?

Well, let's see. I haven't been down
there since... Well, it was before my

stroke. Then you didn't know the pool
had been filled in.

No, I didn't know that.

But, you know, I'm not really surprised
to hear it.

Miss Richards was all broken up about
her dog, and she said she wanted to have

that nasty thing filled in.

I suppose they must have done that while
I was in the hospital.

You have no idea when it was done?

Well, not exactly.

It's been since I was sick, so it must
have been the last six months.

I see.

There's something terribly wrong here.

Have you been upstairs?

Oh, miss, I can't climb those stairs.

What is it? Is something missing?

No, it's not what's missing.

It's what's there that's so wrong.

You're not trying to tell me that
something is really happening.

Ed, call a doctor.

No, no, just get a pill out of that
bottle there and put it in.

out of my tongue.

I still think we should call the doctor.

No. No, that's not necessary.

Just take a minute.

Mr. Perkins, we're going to have to make
a thorough check of the area where the

pool was filled in.

Well, you do whatever you think best.

Go ahead.

Let's find out one way or the other as
quick as we can.

as necessary.

Much too convenient for coincidence.

Right. Mark will stay in constant
contact.

Good. Good. As soon as you know
something.

Agatha March.

May I speak to you?

Yes. Come in.

MJ called and sounded very upset, but
she wouldn't explain.

Would you like a cup? A cup of coffee or
can I get you a drink?

It was you.

You called me yesterday morning.

Yes. Why? I don't even know you.

You don't recognize me?

Not at all?

You really don't remember me, do you?

Nobody does.

A life of touch and be touched.

And nobody remembers.

Apparently, lack of memory is not one of
your shortcomings.

Somehow, you've been able to come up
with things about my past that even I've

forgotten.

She shouldn't have given you my name.
But it was all right for you to invade

privacy with stories that are part truth
and part... They're all truth.

How do you know?

How do you know about Grant Richards?

I'm very close to Grant Richards.

As close as you claim to have been with
me?

I was in love with Grant Richards.

I thought by selling stories about
prominent people, I could make a lot of

and maybe even get him away from his
rich wife.

I'm being perfectly honest.

If no one ever loved you in your whole
life... Well, I dreamed of a bestseller.

Movie rights.

Fame. Fortune, love.

All I ever got was a few dollars from
the... from the magazine.

I feel sorry for you.

Well, I'm sorry, too.

Sorry I didn't make enough money to buy
what I wanted.

My dear Chief Ironside, your moral
judgment is showing.

And you haven't the right.

Because you're part of the reason for
what I've become.

Miss Mott, I do not recall ever having
even met you.

Well, you have.

Six years ago.

Were you in love with me, too?

It was... It was a kind of love, yes.

I remember one night.

Go on.

Oh, but there were lots of nights.

And lots of people.

I gave and gave and gave.

Till there was nothing left.

And what did I get in return?

Nothing. Not love, not... Well,

at least Grant Richards is where he
wants to be.

How I know what I know is my business.

Now, all I want to do is be left alone.

It's my business when it concerns me,
and I think that package concerns us

Now, put it down.

Right there.

Move out of the room.

Get the elevator.

Mark.

Mark! Yeah, Chief?

I think we've got a bomb up here.

Now, call the bomb squad.

I'll get Miss Mott downstairs and then
start clearing the building.

Right. I'll give you a hand as quick as
I can.

Go ahead.

Don't worry. I'll survive.

I know you will.

You've done it before.

Please listen to me.

Live, live, live.

Oh, please live.

Isn't that where you were when I saw you
last about eight hours ago?

Approximately. Well, maybe there's
something that you forgot.

Like going to bed. I've been visiting.
Who?

Old friends from the past.

You know, the uninvited guests who come
early and stay late. Yeah, I'm hip and

leave you with no sleep. And a splitting
headache.

All right, then. Coming up, one black
coffee and one aspirin.

Agatha Moss.

You all got your own up, huh?

It astounds me that I had no
recollection of her face.

And yet she was involved with one of the
most important nights of my life.

Okay.

Good morning, Keith.

Oh, good morning, Fran.

Fran. I would like you to go to the
magazine office and read back issues,

question MJ, and put together a list of
all persons that have grievances.

Yes, sir.

Goodbye, sir.

Chief, I... I... Yep.

Right. Thank you.

There were no deliveries made by any
professional service to the addresses

involved. I didn't think there would be.

Get a couple of blow bars, please.

What are you going to do?

See if we can get this thing open.

A bulletin just came over the news.

They found Grant's car.

Now look, Agatha.

I'm here as a friend. I want to help.

I'm beyond help.

I just don't care anymore.

And you know what?

There's only one thing I've done in all
my life. That's be a nurse.

I never went anywhere.

I never did anything.

Just work, that's all.

I had to get out of the rut, so I quit
the hospital.

Then I went to work for Mrs. Richards.

Seems her caretaker has suffered a
stroke.

I lived with the house because I was on
a 24 -hour call.

I met Grant Richards the first day.

How could a dumb, brittle old maid keep
from falling in love with an exciting,

fascinating, and handsome star?

What had I ever done but listen to
the...

Delirious ramblings of the sick and the
dying.

People talking their hearts out.

Whispering their most sacred thoughts in
those lonely, quiet hours before dawn.

Talking to an unseen priest in red and
white.

Secrets of a night nurse.

Publishers would pay big money for the
private thoughts of the socially

prominent.

And it was Grant Richards who suggested
bare facts?

Oh yes, Grant made it sound like fun.

In fact, he'd even devised a scheme
where he could get publicity in the

which would be just the thing to help
his career.

But more importantly, I would have
everything I ever dreamed of.

I overlooked one little thing.

Grant Richards was already married.

Now, I hired a nurse, not a companion
for my husband. Now I want you out of my

house.

Leaking advent.

That's not true.

Grant's going to have his career again.
It's going to be bigger than ever. Oh,

career. What career?

The only foreseeable career.

this all so seriously, honey.

You're still my girl. You know how she
is.

No, I don't.

Are you still going to stay with her
after what she said about you?

You know how it is.

You're a big girl.

I'm not that big.

She pays, I say.

I became the leftover garbage from
somebody else's picnic.

What went wrong?

Somebody died. That's what went wrong.

And now that he's dead... Hello?

Yes, yes. For you.

Ironside?

Yes.

Yes, thank you.

I will.

There's a report from the coroner's
office.

They have no identification yet.

Well, I guess that's my cue to say I did
it or something.

Because it looks very much like I'm
first in line.

because she's not guilty.

Have you become oblivious to the facts
which are one?

In spite of the fire and the
decomposition, the coroner's report

two had been dead for several weeks.
And? And just four days ago, a woman

impersonating Mrs.

Richards entered the bank and collected
a large final payment on an annuity.

Only one thing.

Mrs. Richards was already dead.

Assume dead until the coroner makes
positive identification.

Assume dead.

then the woman who was passing herself
off as Mrs. Richards had to be Agatha

Mott. Two. Motive? A lover's quarrel.
Which leads us to number three.

Agatha Mott was almost insured of the
fact that the bodies would not be

discovered because, I don't know if
you're aware of it, Chief, not everybody

two swimming pools.

Four.

How do you know she's innocent?

I know because I know.

Now prove it.

It's confirmed.

The coroner's office has definitely
established the identity of the woman's

as that of Mrs. Richards.

Also, I checked the hospital reports on
the caretaker.

He's absolutely in the clear. The
hospital records and the doctors concur

he had been hospitalized for a long
duration and was still suffering from

paralysis to the right side.

Would you like the honor or shall I
bring her in?

I would like the honor.

Now, why do you say it that way?
Because.

Because.

Because.

Because.

Because. Why is the sky blue? Because.

Why is the grass green?

Because. Why do I put up with such a
stubborn man?

Because.

He gets so upset.

Oh.

On that list of disgruntled people
involved in the magazine articles.

Well, you're not going to believe this,
but MJ showed me the records.

And in most cases, the people involved
in the articles were the same people who

supplied the information.

And no kidding, they all just wanted
publicity.

Of course, they acted shocked and denied
it when confronted.

About the Richards, there just wasn't
anyone who could have been connected

them, except Agatha.

Fran, bring Agatha in.

I'm afraid I've stalled as long as I
can.

Sure.

Where's Ed? He's checking on the
trucking company that we used to fill in

pool.

Unpleasant tasks done quickly are still
unpleasant tasks.

I sure hope you got a nice piece.

The evidence is stacked against Agatha.

All I have is a sound in my head.

I remember Agatha's voice reaching down
into the depths, pulling me back up to

life.

At a moment when it would have been so
easy to relax and slip away, she gave

me the energy, the anger.

To fight.

To live.

Live.

That's how I know Agatha never killed
anyone.

And never could.

And Mark, I'll stake my life on that.

Again.

Right? Yeah.

Which truck? Which man? And where's the
accident?

Sorry, no truck, no man, no accident. I
talked to your secretary earlier. She

said you might be able to give me some
information about a job you did at this

address about four or five weeks ago.

Sure, sure thing. You bet.

I could complete records.

Here it is, Richard's.

Richard was the one that rented the
truck.

Should all be there, day, time, full
thing.

Description? Oh, about 5 '6". Light
complexion.

Skimmy. Real skimmy.

Dark, longish hair.

Color of eyes?

Couldn't tell. Had on sunglasses.

Any marks, scars?

No, none that I can recall.

One thing, though, it was no secret that
truck was rented to fill in an old

swimming pool.

All right. Thanks very much for your
help.

Sure. Anything I can do to help the
police department.

Sure.

Hey, wait a minute.

What'd you say?

Well, I know you took a spaceship, but I
don't remember you asking if it was a

man or a woman.

You see, I sort of assumed we were
talking about men.

Yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought.

You mean... I thought I hadn't mentioned
it.

But yeah, you're right.

It was a woman.

Sometimes it's hard to tell them apart
these days.

But I swear it was a woman behind those
big sunglasses.

You don't see them often.

Lady truck drivers, that is.

Thanks, again.

Mark, call Agatha's apartment.

If they're still there, ask Fran to find
out if Agatha has ever driven a truck.

Chief, she doesn't even have a driver's
license.

When I check, I check.

It just doesn't hang together.

Attempts made in the lives of two women.

The disappearance and apparent murders
of an eccentric couple.

A couple that traveled a great deal.

They are buried in an old swimming pool
on the grounds of their estate. No one

knows about it, not even their
caretaker.

That's about all of it.

Not quite.

Chief Irontide?

This is my assistant, Mark Tanner.

I'm sorry to be so slow, but I'm still
awkward on this blasted crutch.

Not like your own legs, you know.

Yes, I guess you know.

Well, come in.

I dislike disturbing you like this. No,
no, it's all right. I'm just having a

bite of supper.

You know...

This whole thing has been really
heartbreaking for me.

With them dead and all, I don't really
know what to do.

Most of my life spent right here.

I don't know where to go.

Well, you're not here to hear an old man
complain about his life.

What can I do to help?

Did Mr. or Mrs. Richards have any close
relatives that you know about?

Oh, Miss Richards has a twin sister, but
she lives in Hawaii.

Oh, I almost forgot about that nephew of
Mr. Richards.

He's one of those long -haired boys.

Looks more like a girl than a boy.

Either of them visit here lately?

Yeah, the boy came now and again to
borrow money from Miss Richards.

He thought he was doing it on the sly,
but I knew.

What was his name?

You know his address?

Am I, darling? I think maybe I do.

I'll just have to see if I can find it
for you.

Well,

I

don't seem to be able to find it.

You said the pool was filled sometime in
the past six months, but you didn't

know exactly when.

According to Ed, the equipment used to
fill the pool was rented five weeks ago,

after you'd gotten out of the hospital.

Yes, well, I don't... I don't see...
Where are my pills?

Even if you couldn't move around much,
you should have at least heard the pool

being filled. But I think you can move
around more than you let on. I don't

think your right arm is paralyzed at
all.

from the ghetto.

Take care.

I

may

be an ego -ridden, money -hungry,
debauched human being.

But Grant Richards was never a bad
actor.

No, he weren't. And you had us all
fooled.

But now the play's over.

I know.

It's that, um, that, uh, Puffer Billy.

The train that says, I think I can.

I know I can.

Right?

Good evening.

Right over there.

Split.

Uh,

good idea. A movie. How about that? The
one I really want to see. What movie?

The movie.

Oh, I need my jacket.

Here's your jacket.

I thought you might be hungry.

My dear young woman, I don't even know
your first name.

Try Mary Jane?

Mary Jane?

Bon appétit, monsieur.