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Yes?

I'm Mrs. Hollister.

I see.

Well, if you read the notice here.

I was poor Augusta Bowden's housekeeper
before she passed on.

Are you able to find everything all
right?

Oh, yes.

I'll manage all right, thank you.

Well, I know you people are making an
inventory.

And I was wondering about a vase I was
always very fond of.

Everything here will be taken to the
county warehouse as soon as I finish my

investigation. Yes, of course, but I...
That's where everything goes in a case

like this where somebody dies and
there's no will, no air.

I thought I could be of some help.

No, thank you, Mrs. Hollis.

I'm sorry.

Well, then...

Watch the eggs.

Annie, just wait till you see what I
found.

I was just starting the inventory of the
old Bowdoin house when out popped more

money than you ever saw in your life.

Money? Charlie.

Charlie, how would you like to see $153
,000 all tucked into one little

envelope? Oh, Ralph.

What'd you do, Ralphie? Rob a bank? Now,
wait a minute. This is my money, you

understand. As a matter of fact, it
isn't really spending money.

Well, then what on earth is it? What do
you mean? It isn't really money.

You remember those old greenbacks,
darling?

Currency the government called in years
ago?

I guess big amounts like this wouldn't
be on it now except under special

circumstances. But I wanted you to see
it before I had to hand it over to the

county.

Ralph, you know you're not supposed to
bring things home. You could get in

trouble. Oh, darling, what they don't
know down at the office doesn't hurt

I just wanted to show you what it looks
like.

I put it in there myself and I only
stopped at the grocery store.

$150 ,000.

Oh, Ralph, you fool.

Well,

well, would you look at that?

Benjamin Franklin.

Liberty dressed as Columbia.

Of course, I nearly got the scare of my
life when I hear they're only good under

special circumstances.

Well, there were circumstances under
which even the Continentals were good

during the Revolution.

And I suppose that Robert E. Lee didn't
mind taking his salary in Confederate

money.

Mr. Farrell, that's just kidding, ain't
it? I mean, the Greenbacks are still

real dull.

Technically, I suppose so.

But what was your purpose in bringing
all of this to me, Mr. Nichols?

Well, just call me Charlie.

See, I remembered how you said if I ran
across anything really valuable, how

you'd be interested in hearing about it.
And it seemed to me that $153 ,000...

Well, I was referring to objects of art.

Being in the export business, I have a
large market open in that field, but old

money hardly qualifies.

Where did you find this, anyway?

Well, Morgan passed a grocery store last
night, and I see my cousin's car.

He's the one who works for the county.

Yes, well, never mind, Charlie. Maybe I
just assume not, no.

There'd be all sorts of risk attached in
getting this amount of money exchanged.

But wouldn't it be worth it? I mean,
even if we sold out for 70 or 80 cents

the dollar.

Or if you gave me half.

You mean you'd do it?

Oh, how?

How, Mr. Farrell?

Hello there.

Hello, Lloyd.

Norma, it's wonderful seeing you again.

Won't you sit down?

I've been right at the same telephone
number.

Of course, I haven't been just sitting
waiting there all the time. I know,

Norma. I know how long it's been.

One year.

Uh, two Gibsons, please. Yes, sir.

One with a double onion.

Surely, sir.

That you remembered.

I remember a lot more than that.

You, uh, still work for the county?

Yes, why?

Oh, I don't know.

Something reminded me of it. A rather
unusual business opportunity I happened

run into.

Happen to remind you of me?

No.

Just something I thought I'd ask about,
that's all. It doesn't matter.

How's your mother?

Seems to me the last time we saw each
other was when you just happened to want

to meet some people I worked for.

I thought perhaps when the phone rang
this time... Norma, I wanted to see you.

I called you because I can call you now.
Because I have the right to.

Because I finally got my divorce.

Sorry, Lloyd.

What was the question you wanted to ask?

Well, I just wondered whether it was
difficult to get a name off the county

rolls. That's all. Name of a pensioner.

What sort of name did you want?

Someone very old.

Someone who's going to die.

Now, where should we have dinner? I know
a beautiful new steak place.

A routine search of the old man's
effects disclosed $148 ,000 in very old

currency, commonly known as greenbacks,
a type of money which has long since

been recalled by the United States
Treasury.

A handwritten will bequeathed the out
-of -date fortune to Albert G. Keller, a

long -time resident of this city.

And what was the amount of old currency
you found in that house?

It totaled $153 ,000.

Just... 5 ,000 more than the amount
mentioned here.

Yes. That's quite a difference, of
course.

So it could be just a coincidence.

But you don't really think it is a
coincidence, do you?

Well, neither do I.

The trouble is, most anybody could have
gotten that envelope out of my car.

I only stopped at the grocery store, and
I locked it.

Mr. Duncan, I take it you haven't yet
reported either the discovery or loss of

the currency to anyone?

No, Mr. Mason.

That's why I'm here.

I kept intending to report it all along.

Only now I've got to do something.

You are aware of the fact that when old
currency is found as part of an estate,

it automatically becomes redeemable.

Yes, that's what I mean.

The money goes through probate court,
and then the Treasury Department redeems

the old bills with new currency to pay
the heirs.

Now, if this is part of the money you've
found, someone has played a very neat

trick.

They fixed it so you can't prove your
story. Can't even prove the money's the

same.

But I've got to.

I've got to tell the truth, even if I
lose my job.

I'll do whatever you advise, Mr. Mason.

Only, please help me.

Della.

Carpool.

A little bundle of clothes and a few
books.

An old footlocker.

That's all Mr. Ian's owned.

Why, when we found the written will, we
all just laughed at the idea of even

needing one.

Then the old gentleman never mentioned
his money.

This is a charity place, Mr. Gray.

Samilton, who actually found the
greenbacks?

I did.

Clear in the bottom of his footlocker.

First there was an old sweater, then a
newspaper, then several big pictures of

his wife. She's been dead a long time.

He told me once... Uh, did you count the
money yourself?

Well, there were four of us there
besides me.

We all counted.

It was $148 ,000.

Didn't you know?

Miss Hamilton, was there anything
unusual about Mr. Ames' death? Did he

unexpectedly?

This is a terminal rest home, Mr. Drake.

I first met Mr. Ames when he came out
here from Kansas.

Salina, Kansas, I believe.

That would be about 15 years ago.

Only, why do you ask, Mr. Mason?

Are you representing a relative of his?

No, Mr. Keller.

Not a relative.

I always understood he didn't have any.

Well, I certainly don't have any
secrets.

Ames opened a little repair shop over on
8th Street.

I used to drop in and help him with his
books.

What little there was of them.

Sometimes we played chess.

Did Mr. Ames ever mention to you that
he'd made out a will, a one in your

No.

Oh, he did say several times that he was
grateful that I dropped in on him.

And that someday he'd prove it?

Didn't you take him seriously?

Would you have Mr. Mason under those
circumstances?

I knew he meant well, that's all. He
certainly never gave me any indication

he had any money.

Now, see here, Mason.

You perhaps have gathered that I have
quite a successful accounting business

here. That does not mean, however, that
I'm not going to accept and thoroughly

enjoy this windfall inheritance.

So if your client is planning to contest
Mr. Ames' will... No, Mr. Keller.

No, I don't think my client will contest
the will.

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

Hello?

Yes, this is Mr. Duncan.

What?

Whose house?

Yes, but... Wait a minute. Wait a
minute. Don't hang up. Who is this?

Hello. May I speak to Mr. Mason, please?

No, I'm sorry. Mr. Mason has left for
the day.

No, Miss Street has gone also.

But if you tell me what it is, I can
locate Mr. Mason for you.

Well, this is Ralph Duncan.

Tell him I just got a call.

Somebody claims that a man named Lloyd
Farrell knows all about the money.

Tell him I'm going there now.

Could you speak a little slower?

Uh, hello?

Mr. Duncan?

Here, wait a minute, you.

We had a complaint.

Did you just come out of this house?

There's a man in there.

He's been murdered.

Get all the prints you can, Sergeant.

The murder weapon was a sharp instrument
of some kind.

Yes, sir.

Oh. Is that the ambulance?

Never mind. I'll get it.

Well,

the counselor.

Good evening, Lieutenant.

I suppose you're going to tell me you
have a client here.

You're always very perceptive,
Lieutenant.

What's going on?

Well, I'm surprised you have to ask
that, Barry.

Usually you know before I do.

Mason.

Hello, Mr. Duncan.

It's all right, officer.

Well, I guess this answers the obvious
question, doesn't it?

I might have known you wouldn't be
lawyer to a corpse, Barry.

Oh, Lieutenant.

Well, that's an exotic thing to be
killed by.

It was under the body.

There's something else.

Okay.

Excuse me, Barry.

Oh, you'll vouch for the continued
presence of Mr. Duncan here, of course.

Why should that be necessary?

Mr. Duncan has done nothing wrong here
that I know of. Well, don't get all

worked up.

I'll meet him downtown for a statement,
that's all.

After all, he was only found here at the
scene of the murder.

It's that man, Farrell.

He was dead when I came here.

I got your message.

It said someone called you about him.

Who was it, you know?

Just a woman's voice.

She gave me Farrell's name, said to ask
him what happened to the greenbacks.

And hung up.

How did you know Carol?

Know who he was?

I met him once about a year ago.

He wanted to talk about the possibility
of buying some of the art objects that I

run across in my investigations.

Art objects like that unusual knife?

I never saw it before.

How did you happen to meet?

Was it just by chance?

I was having lunch, I think.

Charlie introduced me.

Charlie? My cousin, Charlie Nichols.

He's been staying with us for some time
now.

What do you have there, Lieutenant?

Something you're not interested in,
Perry. Money.

Some very big and very old money.

I guess these greenbacks might be what
someone was searching for in there.

Wouldn't you think so?

I don't know.

How many are there?

$5 ,000 worth.

That mean anything to you?

Well, never mind.

Now, if you'll excuse us, Counselor.

I got your message, Mr. Mason.

Hello, Mr. Nichols.

I appreciate your coming in.

Well, anything I can do to help old
Ralph, that goes without saying.

Sit down, won't you?

I understand you knew Lloyd Farrell.

Well... I only met him a couple of
times, that's all.

One of those times was at luncheon.

Ralph Duncan was there also.

Tell me, was having lunch together your
idea?

What?

No, no.

Me? I'm only a middleman.

What do you mean, middleman?

Mr. Mason, I want to help all I can.

So I've been trying to remember.

But see, at this lunch, I was just doing
a favor, that's all.

A girl who works down at Ralph's office
thought it'd be a good idea for him to

meet Farrell.

It was her idea, not mine.

Who is the girl?

Her name's Norma Brooks.

It just might be here.

This is Mr. Duncan's caseload file.

Bates, Benson.

Bowdoin.

Here it is.

The estate of Augusta Bowdoin.

I'm surprised.

I thought this one had already gone to
probate. It should have by now.

As, um...

Someone else been assigned to this case?

Besides Mr. Duncan? No,

I'm sure not.

Then no one has been out there since.

Right.

I suppose that's the key to the Bowdoin
house.

Shall I ask the supervisor if it's all
right for you to look at this material?

Shall we talk in there?

I was hoping to avoid any red tape, and
I thought perhaps you could tell me if

there were any money mentioned in there.

Money? I don't think so.

Mr. Mason, they haven't actually accused
Mr. Duncan of anything, have they?

The newspaper said he was just being
questioned.

I thought if we looked into that
particular estate, we might find answers

some questions and forestall any further
embarrassment to Mr. Duncan, that's

all.

I wondered why I was... I wondered why
you asked for me.

Well, you are his secretary.

Oh, no.

Ralph didn't have a regular secretary.

I work in lots of other departments.

How long had you known Lloyd Farrell?

What?

Yes, I knew Lloyd.

We were rather good friends at one time,
in fact.

Why did you ask Charlie Nichols to bring
them together, Lloyd and Ralph?

Lloyd asked me to arrange it.

For what purpose, Miss Brooks?

He wanted to find out how he could bid
on the unclaimed effects from some of

estates.

Did it occur to you that Lloyd Farrell
might have wanted to transact some

illegal business with Duncan?

It wasn't it at all.

Who told you that?

You said that you and Lloyd Farrell were
good friends at one time.

He's Mr.

Mason.

It's very personal.

His death came as a great shock to you,
didn't it?

Lloyd Farrell wasn't always very nice.

I knew that.

I'd never known anyone like him.

I couldn't help myself.

Regardless of what he was like, do you
honestly think that Ralph Duncan could

have murdered him?

Oh, no.

You know, if no one else has been there
at the house, I'd like to take a look at

it.

Would it help, Mr. Duncan?

Hi, Perry. All set.

Baldrake, Miss Brooks. How do you do,
Miss Brooks? How do you do?

Now I think we can verify what Duncan
found in there all right. And one thing,

in checking the case files, Miss Brooks
said that some woman by the name of

Hollister called their office several
times asking about Greenbacks.

Some busybody housekeeper.

Uh, Perry, there's also a busywoman
named Della Street who called.

Excuse us.

Just in case you're trying to tie the
whole thing together and trace the same

money all the way through. The message?

Della got the handwriting report on Mr.
Ames' will. They compared it with some

letters the old man had written. And
it's the real thing. No forgery there at

all. Hence, no fraud.

Now, you still want to go chasing some
phony clue?

Personally, I think your client's lying
in his teeth. Ralph Duncan told me the

truth, I'm sure of it.

Well, hello, Perry.

You looking for something?

Never mind, Sergeant.

Just talk to that young lady outside
there, if you will.

Come in, come in.

I think I found the place where that
money came from.

That $5 ,000 in greenbacks, you
remember?

Never underestimate the efficiency of
the law.

Your client probably looted quite a
number of places like this, Perry.

He did the stealing and Farrell did the
fencing.

It's all simple enough.

Oh, I wouldn't be too sure. Oh, no?

Well, here.

Just, uh, look what else Duncan took
from this place.

I, uh, found the box in the drawer here.

That, um, fancy knife?

The murder weapon, remember?

Wouldn't you say it fits?

Fits well enough to, uh...

Charge Duncan with murder in the first
degree?

Tell us why.

Well, on the day she died, I'd found an
old bill under Mrs. Bowden's desk.

An old greenback, they're called.

And I figured that if there was a lot of
money hidden around there, somebody

might steal it.

And when Mr.

Duncan refused your admission to the
house, did you then make any attempt to

find out whether or not he had reported
or turned in any hidden money to his

office? Well, when I tried to reach Mr.
Duncan at his office, he'd never call

back. And then when I tried to talk to
anybody else in the office about the

money, they'd just say there wasn't any.

Thank you, Mrs. Hollister. That'll be
all.

Of course, examine.

Well, Mrs. Hollister, you seem to have
been both persistent and curious about

that money.

Why? Well, I don't see anything wrong
with that, do you?

I mean, after all, money is money.

But you inferred that you'd called the
public administrator's office a great

many times.

Now, how many telephone inquiries did
you actually make?

Let's see.

Once was a Tuesday afternoon.

Then, well, I'm sure I called Mr. Duncan
once after that. So, in reality, you

tried to reach him only twice.

All right.

Now, a moment ago, you identified this
knife for Mr. Berger.

As having been a possession of Mrs.
Bowden's, that's something you'd seen in

course of your housekeeping there.

That's right.

You see, the old lady had lots of things
around like that.

Her husband, her dead husband, was in
the army once. He was a colonel, and

were in the Philippines, and, you
know... Mrs. Hollister, exactly when did

last see this knife in the Bowden house?

I guess it was when I was dusting those
old cases.

Maybe about a year ago.

Now, you certainly cannot swear that
this knife has been in that house during

the last year, can you?

No, I... No further questions.

So your firm handled the auditing and
tax records for Mr. Farrell for almost

five years, is that correct?

That is correct.

Well, then why did you suddenly
terminate your services to him last

I became convinced that Farrell was
engaged in selling stolen goods.

Really? What did you think such a thing?

Well, there were just too many items
which he had for sale that didn't appear

his records.

And he didn't supply any data to
indicate the original purchase.

I see.

I show you now this antique music box,
already identified by the police officer

as having been found in the murder room.
I ask you if this is one of the items

to which you have reference.

Farrell said he paid $300 for that music
box.

The check for it was made out to cash.

When I asked him who the seller was, he
told me it was none of my business.

Thank you, Mr. Keller. That'll be all.

Your witness.

I note in Mr. Farrell's records
occasional mention of payments for your

services.

You receive $250 a year from Mr.
Farrell. Is that correct?

It was my general retainer, yes.

Isn't that rather low payment for the
work you did on his accounts?

His wasn't exactly what you'd call a
large business.

But you prepared tax returns for Mr.
Farrell last year on a declared income

$200 ,000.

Now, do you call that a small business,
Mr. Keller?

My fees are flexible, of course.

Apparently so.

Now, you may have heard testimony here
regarding certain old currency.

Isn't it true that you recently
inherited quite a fortune in such

I did.

From a dear friend.

Don't you think it a coincidence that
you inherited the same sort of currency

that found not far from the body of your
more recent friend, Mr. Farrell?

I object, Your Honor. That's a
completely improper question. We are not

concerned with what the witness thinks.

Sustained.

No further questions.

I must warn you for the last time, Mr.
Nichols.

By your continued reluctance to testify,
you're being considered a hostile

witness. And consequently, the
prosecutor may ask leading questions.

You will answer to the best of your
ability under pain of contempt of court.

Yes, sir.

But I already said I'm like a family
chauffeur. I pick Ralph up at the office

lots of nights.

Yes, but did you pick him up on the
night of the murder?

Well, sure.

Did Duncan come running out of his
office building at about five minutes

p .m. on that night?

Yes, sir. Did he tell you to drive him
as fast as you could to the Farrell

house?

That's right.

And did your cousin give you any reason
for wanting to go there?

He said it was something about some
money.

He was going to get it back.

And after driving him to Farrell's house
and watching him enter, did you then

wait for him to come out again?

No, no, I didn't wait.

You didn't wait?

Why not?

Because he told me to go, that's why.

He didn't want me to stick around.

You mean he didn't want you to wait for
him while he was in the decedent's

house? That's what I said, isn't it?

Yeah.

He certainly did.

Your witness.

He said Helen had dinner waiting, so I
told him to go and tell her I'd be late.

Didn't want him hanging around getting
involved.

No questions.

Miss Norma Brooks to the stand.

Miss Brooks, in typing Mr. Duncan's
reports, did you see anything whatsoever

indicate that he found any money in the
Bowdoin house?

No.

No, he didn't say anything about any
money.

I show you this music box. I ask if you
recognize it.

No, I don't believe so.

About a year ago, Miss Brooks...

Your office conducted an inventory of
the estate of one David Mannix. Do you

remember that?

The name sounds familiar.

And shortly thereafter, the police were
notified by a neighbor that a valuable

music box had apparently disappeared
from the Mannix home during the period

the inventory. Do you remember that?

Oh, yes. I remember some discussion
about that in the office.

Miss Brooks, who in your office
conducted the inventory of the Mannix

It was Mr. Duncan.

Thank you, Miss Brooks.

Thank you very much.

Your witness.

Mr. Mason, it's almost five o 'clock.

You have no objection to postponing
cross -examination?

No objection, Your Honor.

Court will recess until 9 .30 tomorrow
morning.

Sorry.

We've got some more on Farrell's flight
ticket to Tokyo.

So do I.

Something else came up in the testimony
this afternoon.

We'll talk about it while we're driving.
We're going someplace?

Sunnydale Restaurant.

Della, we'll meet you back at the
office.

Right, Perry.

Then, outside of his pension, Mr. Ames
had no other source of income?

He certainly didn't report any on his
monthly affidavits.

Here, let me show you.

You see, in order to stay here, a
patient must sign these statements of

eligibility.

To qualify for his checks from the
county.

Any luck?

Nope. Nobody here recognizes any of the
people.

Miss Hamilton, have you ever been
someone's last hope?

What for?

Here are photographs of six different
people.

Have you ever seen any one of them
before?

This

one.

Are you absolutely positive, Miss
Hamilton?

This person came to see Mr. Ames at
least twice that I can remember.

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Miss Brooks, does your work give you
access to the records of county

who were placed in terminal rest homes?

Yes, sometimes.

Do you ever have occasion to personally
contact any of these elderly people?

No, of course not.

The monthly forms they sign are sent
through the mail.

Always?

I have here the sworn statement of a
nurse, Ann Hamilton.

that on two different occasions you went
to the Sunnydale Rest Home to visit an

elderly pensioner named Josiah Ames.

The date of your first visit was on
September 21st. Is that when you placed

,000 in old currency in Mr. Ames'
footlocker?

I object to that, Your Honor. There's
been no possible groundwork laid for

a question. It's irrelevant and
immaterial.

Overruled.

Answer the question, witness.

Yes, I put the money there.

A week later, you went back to the rest
home and prevailed upon a very old and

tired Mr. Ames to write a holographic
will.

Just a few simple words.

Leaving all his earthly belongings to
one Albert Keller.

How did you get Mr. Ames to do that?

Did you convince the old man the will
was also county procedure?

All right.

I did it.

Lloyd said there'd be so much money.

We'd go away together.

I loved him so much.

Enough to have killed him when you
learned he was going away without you?

He wasn't.

Miss Brooks, didn't you hear it stated
in this court that the travel agency

Lloyd Farrell a single airplane ticket?

I don't care. I didn't kill him.

Again, I'll ask you, Mr. Keller, why
were you chosen to inherit that money?

I don't have to answer that.

On the grounds of self -incrimination in
a murder?

I didn't kill Farrell.

All right, I'll rephrase my previous
question.

What was to be your share of the
inheritance?

None of it.

I didn't want any part of that rotten
money.

Farrell was going to get it all back as
soon as it was made good in probate

court.

Then why did you allow your name to be
used in turning bad currency into good?

It's all going to come out now, anyway.

I... I wrote a couple of checks once on
Farrell's account and

altered the balance.

Only he found out about it and kept a
photostated record.

For years, he held it over my head.

On the night of the murder?

Was that what you were searching for in
Mr. Farrell's house?

Was that to be your payment for helping
him this time?

He promised me he'd let me have it
before he went to Japan.

But once more he refused, so you killed
him for it. No!

Didn't you kill him and then ransack the
house, Mr. Keller?

No, listen to me. Farrell was already
dead when I got there.

The door was still open. The lights were
on.

Tobacco was burning in an ashtray beside
the telephone.

By the telephone? What time was that?

I don't know, a little after 6 o 'clock.

That was the only reason I searched for
the evidence against me so the police

wouldn't find it.

Only, it wasn't in his desk, and I
couldn't get into the safe, and then I

a car drive up outside, so I ran out the
back way.

Did you see the person in that car, Mr.
Keller?

Yes, I saw a man walking toward the
house.

I wanted to tell before, but...

If all this came out, my reputation...
Who did you see walking towards the

after you'd seen Mr. Farrell's dead
body?

It was him, the defendant.

All right, Counselor.

Your Honor...

Before I move for dismissal of the
charges against my client, there is one

matter this witness might well clarify.

Please continue, Mr. Mason.

The burning tobacco you just mentioned,
Mr. Keller, was it the sort that might

have been tapped from a pipe?

No.

No.

It was from stubbing out a cigarette.

Just a few shreds.

And the cigarette itself wasn't there?

No.

Now, we have heard here that
fingerprints had been removed from the

weapon and perhaps the telephone.

But why would a murderer have removed
the stub of a burnt cigarette?

Unless perhaps there was something
incriminating on it, an unusual brand

perhaps, or a lipstick.

Hasn't it occurred to you, Mr. Keller,
that the person who was there just

you might have been a woman?

I... I can't recall whether there was
anything else.

Like, uh, perfume?

Uh, let me think.

I wasn't there.

I didn't do it. I told you I didn't kill
him. I didn't.

Order. Order.

Bailiff?

Your Honor, it would seem unlikely that
the woman who must have used that

telephone on the night of the murder to
call the defendant a few moments after

six was someone Mr. Duncan knew
personally.

or he surely would have recognized her
voice.

And yet that murderess must have known
him, must have been watching him, in

fact, and for some time.

Who else would have realized that a
jeweled knife from the Bowdoin estate

point to Ralph Duncan, just as that old
currency pointed to him?

Who else would have frantically called
Duncan to come to the scene of a murder

that she herself had just committed?

Come and be caught for her crime.

That money was mine.

I found it first.

I worked hard for Mrs. Bowden and then
she went and died and they come along

took it all away.

Oh, yes, I know what they did all right.
I saw it all.

First that man there and then that
little man who stole it out of his car.

And then that awful Mr.

Farrell. He said he wouldn't give me any
of it.

And when I screamed at him, he slapped
me.

I wish I'd never seen a greenback in

all his dirty life.

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So she followed that package of money
from Duncan to Charlie to Farrell. And

finally, she went to Farrell and
demanded a share.

I wonder how she had the nerve to do a
thing like that.

Mrs. Hollister had the nerve, all right,
or rather the gall.

She practically made her living by
hiring out as a housekeeper to old

robbing them blind.

According to Mrs. Hollister, she had no
idea how much money was really involved.

And Mr. Farrell apparently had no idea
how little Mrs. Hollister would have

taken for her share.

The irony of it is that $500 out of all
that money would have saved his life and

hers.

Well, what happens to all that money
now? Who will get it?

Well, since there are no heirs, all that
money goes to the state.

And as a conscientious taxpayer, I guess
I should be glad about that. As a

salaried public employee, I am glad.

We're all glad, Henry.

Is it absolutely necessary to make bad
jokes while you're operating?

Absolutely. Hang with the gang of the
4077.

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