All language subtitles for perry_mason_s07e07_bigamous_spouse

I'm coming, I'm coming. Keep your hat
on.

Honey, where do you keep your butter?

There, you see, it didn't hurt.

Oops. Sorry, wrong room.

Gwen, don't be silly.

We're having a fight, that's all.

Well, when you make up, remind me to
turn on the spring blazer.

Morning, Gwen.

Morning. Felton was just telling me he
has to go away on another one of his

trips tomorrow. I was planning
something. Darling, you know I had to

trips before we were even married.

Now, can't we just... I'm not arguing.

I'm just... Be calm, everybody. I play a
great game of gin.

That's why you asked Gwen to live here
while I'm gone, isn't it? To keep you

company. And I said I wasn't arguing.

And yes, of course, we'll get along fine
while you're gone. Could I please have

some more coffee?

I'm sorry, honey.

Why? Old married people are supposed to
disagree.

But six months isn't very old. It's just
that when your husband's gone, almost

half the time...

Anybody want to hear about the world's
finest encyclopedia? More than 4 ,000

illustrations in full color.

No.

Well, I really ought to be out ringing
doorbells by now anyway.

Fight on.

Gwen, I just hope that someday you find
as wonderful a man as I have.

43. Mom!

She may be expecting me. I had her name
on my prospect list.

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

What's the matter? Who's that?

I mean, it looks exactly like somebody I
know.

That just looks like nothing.

Here. This is the picture of my life.

It's my daddy, of course.

Is there something I can do for you?

It's a book, lady.

And she says... Mrs. Gillette, my name
is Gwen Elston.

The children's encyclopedia.

And I... Oh, excuse me.

Do you know my daddy? Do you?

Oh, no, I don't think so.

I was just starting to admire the
picture.

That's enough, darling. You run along
now.

Poor child. She's always like this,
waiting for her father to come home.

eat, can't sleep.

My husband, Frank, is a traveling man,
you see. Never home more than half the

time. But tomorrow, thank goodness,
he'll be here and... Well, never mind.

Just what is it you want, Miss Elston?

Children's encyclopedia is absolutely
the best bargain for children. More than

,000 illustrations in full color. And
you must have sent in our coupons

we had... Your name on our prospect
list.

Wait! Help!

What are you doing in my desk?

Nothing. The wastebasket was just...
Yes, you were. You were going through my

desk. Oh, Felton, I was not.

I just made out a list of prospects here
the other night, and I wanted to check

the original, that's all.

You haven't seen it, have you?

Yeah, I wouldn't even know what you mean
by a prospect.

Samantha, did I put enough tonic in
this? No, I was just waiting for you and

Mel, that's all. We're on a third
already.

You drink ordinary Manhattans like the
rest of the poor people. Felton, I told

you I don't need anything special. Not
to go to any bother for you. Sure, sure,

I know.

Just a visit in wallpaper, that's you.

Felton. What are you shaking about?

Bad day at the office, kid? No.

Bitten by a dog, maybe?

What do you do all day, kid?

Felton, please.

Besides nosing into other people's
houses, I mean.

It's just that I didn't want Nell coming
in and seeing... You didn't want Nell

to see you making a pass at me, I know.

All right, Felton.

I'm sorry I slapped your face the other
night.

But it seems to me that any man who
doesn't respect the institution of

any more than you do... What are you
talking about?

It's just that Nell's so sensitive,
that's all.

I mean, maybe you've been married to
other women before who aren't so nice.

Maybe what?

Well, I've never been married before.

What gave you that idea? Nothing,
nothing. It's just that... It's just

love to butt in.

Well, here.

Now you've got something to talk about.

You filthy... Only you're not going to,
are you? Pure little protector of men.

Now, just drink your drink.

You're not going to tell about anything,
ever. You hear me?

Poison? You think he poisoned your
drink?

Why on earth would he do that, Miss
Elston?

Because I know about him, don't you
understand?

Because he knows I know.

He's a bigamist.

And if I tell people, he could go to
prison.

Now, slow down.

Felton Grimes may be a thoroughly
unpleasant person, but as yet, you have

real proof.

Unpleasant? He's awful.

Ever since I came into that house, he's
baited me, he's teased me, he's made

passes. He's been trying to get me out
of there, don't you see? Any way he can.

Yes, of course.

But for you to call in a bigamist to
file a complaint to actually accuse him

trying to do you harm... All right,
maybe I am being hysterical about that

When I think of trying to tell... I
understand, Miss Houston.

What really bothers you is whether to
tell your friend Nell what's been

happening. And how can I tell her? How
can I ever tell her?

I don't think you should say a word just
yet.

We'll let Paul Drake dig into this
first.

Find out if Felton Grimes and Frank
Gillette are one and the same.

Then, if you do need protection... Well,
we'll have someone... But what about

the encyclopedia?

The what?

Well, yesterday, over...

Nobody home, lady.

Mr. Baxter's gone to Bakersfield, I'm
afraid.

Please, I want to use the telephone.

Oh, well, I just finished locking up in
there, but I... Here, you're shaking

like a leaf.

What's the matter, car trouble?

Well, yes, in a way. There's a man out
there I'm afraid of. He's following me.

On this property?

Well, we'll just see about that. No, no,
no, wait. He might be dangerous.

Me too, lady. I've been caretaker here
for years. I've been running him off in

batches. Well, his car is parked up
there near the street.

He was over by my car and then he came
after me.

He's right over there.

Well, I don't see nothing.

Well, then what's his car doing here?

I know it's his car. The registration
says so.

I mean, Frank Gillette.

Juliet. Juliet, that's some neighbor
around here, I think.

You know, folks are always using this
place for a spare parking lot. And

not to mention the kids.

I keep telling Mr. Baxter we ought to
have Shane late. But I saw him. He was

right there.

Ma 'am, you sure that you saw somebody?

Yes. But the trees and the shadows play
tricks, you know.

And besides, if it's some neighbor's car
that you're worried about, that don't

make good sense.

And this Gillette, he's a good, friendly
fellow.

It's a family man, if you know what I
mean.

Well, I guess I'm sorry I bothered you.

My car is right up there.

Well, I'll walk you across, and I'll
call in a prowler's report from downtown

you like.

Oh, no, no, don't bother. Just watch me
a minute.

And look, I didn't mean that I was
afraid of...

Well, anyone specific. You misunderstood
me. I mean... Thank

you.

I just lost the keys along here
someplace.

You see, I was parked here early this
afternoon.

Well,

excuse me, lady, if I gave you a joke.

No, I thought you were... It's all
right.

Yes,

of course you were afraid it was Frank
Gillette, but... Well, then I suddenly

remembered. You said you'd have Paul
Drake take care of things.

I mean, have somebody protect me if
necessary.

And that might happen, acting like some
sort of detective.

Now, wait a minute, Gwen, wait.

Stella, see if Paul's in his office. I
need him right away. Right, Perry.

Gwen. Well, anyway, this morning,
everything seems so different.

I mean, maybe I have been letting my
imagination run away with me.

Check what?

Oh, handwriting.

Well, I have got a signature on that
order form.

I kept it for you to look at along with
a prospect list, remember?

But, Perry.

Goes the best chemist in town, and he's
prepared to swear that I'm a gin and

tonic she didn't drink last night.

I find definite traces of strychnine.

I'm popping at Gillette's car.

You mean he was shot with his own gun?

All right, get a couple of men to start
combing every inch of this ground.

Yes, sir.

Well, look who's here.

Morning, Lieutenant.

Looking for somebody?

No, I was just driving by. I saw the
police cars and thought I'd stop and

the action.

You know this man?

No. Name Gillette means nothing to you,
I suppose.

Who?

Oh, is that the man you say was killed,
Sergeant?

What's going on here, anyhow?

Here, take a look at this.

Compact? Yes, Paul, it's a compact.

With initials on it. We found it lying
under the body over there.

So now just tell us, who is G .E.? You
know, electric.

But I don't know how it got there. I
don't even remember having that compact

my purse.

Maybe when I dropped the paper... Oh, I
found your list in your forms before I

even saw the police car parked by the
house.

But, Perry, if you ever send me on an
errand like that again without telling

there's been a murder... Oh, don't blame
him. I was so scared when I saw the

body, I stopped looking, that's all. And
I drove back here as fast as I could.

But then he said, we'd better go back
and get... So I remove evidence from the

scene of a crime.

Now, take it easy, Paul.

When you picked those papers up, you
didn't know they'd been a crime.

There was no intent to remove evidence,
no connection you knew of.

Now that we've seen them, of course, you
should turn them over.

Why is this stuff so important?

I don't need any handwriting to tell me
that the dead guy was a bigamist.

Why not?

Let's hear what you have on Grimes.

Well, for one thing, his real name was
Frank Gillette.

He was born right here in L .A.,
ordinary working stiff with one wife and

until about a year ago when he moved
into that better neighborhood.

But nobody seems to know what his new
job was. He was just traveling a lot.

And shortly after that, he married your
friend Nell under the name of Grimes.

Yeah, about six months ago. But I told
you he had lots of money. He was always

giving her furs or jewelry.

Don't ask me how he struck it rich. I
don't know that yet. But he sure didn't

inherit his dough.

What do you mean?

Well, I checked the names on the birth
certificate.

His mother died a charity case.
Apparently, his father deserted him. But

father had rather an unusual name.

Gorman Gillette.

One of my men remembered an item in a
Bakersfield paper. Bakersfield?

They're here, Perry.

Paul, you must have been followed. The
police?

Gwen, just tell them what happened this
morning. Nothing yet about picking me

up.

Don't answer any questions, young lady.
Don't say a word without your lawyer.

Hello, Andy.

Lieutenant Anderson, Miss Elston.

Oh, how do you do? It's such a relief to
know who to tell everything to.

I had the most horrible experience this
morning, but Mr. Mason says that you'll

understand. You always do. You see, I
sell encyclopedias, and on one of my

yesterday, my purse broke, and I lost
some things, oh well.

compact. If you don't mind, Miss Elson,
we have a car and more privacy outside.

Perry, what's the big idea?

Time, Paul, time.

She's in much more trouble than she
knows.

Now, what about the man who might be the
father?

Huh? Oh, uh, Gorman Gillette.

Well, he was sort of an old hermit.
Lived all alone in a one -room shack up

the hills. Place called Pine Haven. It's
near Bakersfield.

Was? Lived?

Perry, the notice about Gorman Gillette
on the paper two days ago was a death

notice. Well, that can't be coincidence.

Both father and son dead within small
town.

Man with no friends.

Probably not buried yet.

I wonder if he really was my long -lost
Uncle Henry.

If what?

Della, we're going to Pine Haven.

There's certainly no law that I know of
against claiming a body.

Perry, are you out of your mind?

The old man died a natural death.

At least give me a chance to prove he
was the murdered man's father.

All right, Drake.

You didn't think we were going to leave
without you, did you?

Just you wait, buddy.

Your time will come.

Pneumonia it was.

At least that's what the doc figured.

Calhoun stopped by to say hello and
found Gorman Gillette just dead there in

shed. There was no autopsy or... Oh,
gosh, no, Mr. Mason.

The doc knows his business.

And, of course, with no relatives we
knew of, no...

No friends, no enemies either, I guess.

But didn't Mr. Gillette ever speak about
any of his family?

Not that I know of.

Neighbors say there was some younger
fellow used to visit the old hermit once

a while from town.

He drove a red and white car.

Called the boy Frank. Does that mean
anything?

It might confirm a good deal.

Then you think old Gillette might be
your long -lost uncle, then?

Why don't you have a look and see, Mr.
Mason?

You'll find he's resting very peacefully
in there. Of course, the trouble is I

haven't seen my uncle for so many years.

Oh, but sometimes there's a family
resemblance.

I rather pride myself on continuity of
expression, you might say.

No, I'm afraid I'd need more help than
that.

Maybe if I might meet your friend the
doctor, talk to some of the people

here. Have you shown me that shack where
Mr. Gillette was living, for instance?

Well, I sort of did plan to do a little
fishing this afternoon.

Besides, what if we spend all that time
and then... Find out he's not your

uncle. Well, what about the burial
expenses, Mr. Bolton?

I suppose the...

There

you are, darling.

Have the taxi driver take us straight
into Los Angeles, right to Paul's

Well, go on. It's the old man's
fingerprints.

Where's Mr. Wolfe?

I'll let him go home.

I haven't had much luck yet.

Well, I did turn up one neighbor who
remembered hearing Gorman Gillette call

visitor from town, son.

But I guess we already knew that much
about Frank.

If Frank suddenly became rich last year,
he certainly didn't spend much on his

father, did he?

Perry, was that doctor absolutely sure?

Natural death.

Old man died of pneumonia.

That's all it was.

Well, then I don't see what... Perry, I
just talked to Gertie back at the

office. And Gwen Elston has told the
police everything. Everything there is

know. So now they think she might have
killed Frank Gillette.

Don't you think we should be back in Los
Angeles?

What about that man Gwen saw watching
her last night? The one she thought was

detective?

More like it.

The police are looking for him, too.

But, of course, no one but Glenn
actually saw this man.

What I mean is, maybe we're on a wild
goose chase.

Maybe the connection between the
father's death and the... Tell him, what

you say about an old man who apparently
read only Western stories?

Every cowboy yarn ever printed.

And yet carefully saved one dog -eared
copy of suburban landscaping.

There's no accounting for someone's
reading taste.

But I don't see the... What's that?

That is a contraption called a
telephone.

I guess Frank chipped in at least that
much to keep in touch with the old man.

Hello?

Yes, speaking. Get him on.

The police must have dug up some new
evidence I don't know about.

Anyway... Your client is being charged
with first -degree murder.

No luck on the old man's fingerprints?

Well, I don't think it means anything,
but Gorman Gillette's prints are on

record. Seems he's the next con, served
a sentence once for armed robbery.

Incidentally, had a sidekick named
Halsey who got away.

The FBI's still looking for Halsey for
some old murder case or something.

You've done it, Paul.

Good work.

Now, I want to get out a subpoena and
have you serve it fast.

Also, find a second -hand magazine stand
and buy me a copy of the... The date's

October 5th, Perry.

But last year, Della. A year ago. And
look at that picture.

Paul, we're leaving for Los Angeles
right now.

Hold it.

Subpoena who?

What are you talking about?

A defense witness.

We need just one witness for that girl's
defense.

George Belding Baxter.

All right, where is he?

Where's Mason?

Never mind. Sit still. I can find him
myself.

Mr. Mason?

My name is George Belding Baxter.

How do you do, Mr. Baxter?

This is Mr. Paul Drake. Never mind. What
the devil are you trying to do to me?

I'm supposed to be on a plane to
Honolulu.

The petroleum board can't start their
meeting until I get there.

Don't you realize... Hey, now, wait a
minute.

You're not talking about that little
subpoena I sent you. Little subpoena?

Do you know what it would have cost me
to spend a whole day in court? Maybe

two days?

But you found the murdered man's body.

Surely the district attorney has already
asked you to testify.

I've already given him an affidavit.
That's all Hamilton Berger wants for

hearing. Here, sit down. We'll talk
about it.

Now, look, I don't mean to be a pill
about this, but... Cigarette?

No, thanks.

The point is, Mason, I don't know
anything that could help this girl. I

Bakersfield when it happened. Why, I
never even heard of Gwen Elston or this

Frank Gillette.

So how can I possibly help?

What do you want me for?

I'd rather explain that later, Mr.
Baxter.

Della, it's almost time for lunch. Why
don't you make us a drink?

Oh, of course.

Mr. Baxter, what will you have?

Bourbon or scotch? No, no, bad stomach,
but you go ahead.

Anyway, I've made my point, and I think
you see it. I'm a busy man with a trip

to Honolulu that can't be postponed.

You'll stay right here, and in court,
for just as long as Wynn Elston needs

All right, then. I want to tell you that
I have a man who's going to serve you

with some papers, with a motion to quash
that subpoena, claiming that you're

deliberately abusing the process of the
court.

Not to mention a civil suit against you
for damages in the amount of $100 ,000

for interfering with my business.

Now are you going to be reasonable?

No, Mr. Baxter, I am not.

Barry, he means it. A man like that can
be very... Paul, you were starting to

tell me about your search for the man
who was watching Gwen the other night.

I was starting to tell you I don't think
he even exists because the police

department stopped looking for him.

So, that's how they built a case against
him.

Huh? Well, suppose they've stopped
looking because they've found him.

Suppose he's the one with just the
evidence Berger needed.

Perry, you're spending your time on
things that still don't make sense.

Dilla, we've heard all the facts of this
case.

Can't you figure out what must tie them
together? Tie all these people together?

There you are, Paul.

Guess your fingerprint hit.

That's our case right there.

Well, Gwen said she had to go someplace
to see an Encyclopedia customer.

And that was the last time I saw her
that evening. It was about 8, 8 .30.

Well, she must have been away quite a
while.

What time did she go to bed?

Early. About 9 .30, I suppose.

I had a book I wanted to finish. And did
you finish it? How many chapters would

you say? Mr. Berger, I told you before.
I don't know how long I read. I fell

asleep reading, and I don't know what
time it was.

But the defendant's visit to a single
customer had already kept her away from

home until when? Ten?

Ten -thirty?

Eleven? I told you, I don't know what
time.

As a matter of fact, it could have been
after midnight, couldn't it?

Because... In spite of the closeness of
your rooms, you already testified that

you did not hear Gwen Elston return to
the house that night. No, no, I did not.

Thank you.

How long were you gone, Gwen?

Not long, honestly. I came back right
away.

And why didn't she hear you?

Well, I didn't want to face Snell after
seeing his other wife.

So I coasted in the drive and tiptoed up
the stairs.

Mrs. Grimes, how did your husband and
the defendant get along together?

Oh, very well.

Did you ever hear him express anger at
the fact that she was living there with

you? It was only a week.

Mrs. Grimes, I realize these are leading
questions, but you have been instructed

to answer them. Did you ever hear him
threatening her?

Did you ever hear... Yes.

He did say he had something unpleasant
to attend to.

Thank you. That'll be all.

I'll see you.

How did your husband earn his living,
Mrs. Gillette?

Well, I...

Don't know much about his job, but a
little less than a year ago, he started

do a good deal of traveling.

It could have been in sales, I think.

It was quite a good job.

I do know that.

But, of course, he was really only
traveling as far as another wife.

So, is it possible that that new job,
which enabled him to afford such

was more likely in some business like
blackmail, for instance?

You're wrong. All right, I'll withdraw
one.

No more questions.

I'd say the defendant drove away about 9
.15.

And me, I walked through the grounds to
Mullen Jalopy and drove out the back way

downtown. And you're absolutely sure
that you saw no one but Miss Elston on

estate or on the street that night?

No, not a soul.

We found blood of the same type as
Gillette's on the defendant's compact.

We also found traces of that same blood
in the footprints I spoke of.

Prints made by shoes of the same size
worn by defendant.

And those marks definitely indicated a
struggle with Gillette.

So they're just coming for the
prosecution. There's been no groundwork

for... Sustained.

Mr. Baxter, my investigator tells me
you've been quite a successful man for a

number of years.

How many years?

Objection. That's irrelevant.

Sustained. Well, perhaps you can tell us
where and when you got your start.

Beyond six or eight years ago, we can't
seem to find any record of you...

Objection, Your Honor.

Sustained.

Mr. Baxter, have you always been known
as Mr. Baxter?

Objection! Of all the improper... Never
mind.

Mr. Mason, I don't quite know what
you're trying to get at.

But I do know that you're very well
aware of the procedure.

Now, this man is not your witness yet.

In my courtroom, sir, you will confine
yourself to proper cross -examination.

I beg the court's pardon.

I call Mr. Carl Jasper to the stand.

Yes, I'm a private detective, but I
guess not much of a one. At least not

night, because the girl saw me.

You see, Frank Gillette had hired me to
watch his house and check on this girl

who would call on his wife that night.

That's what I was doing there, watching.

And afterward, did you have a chance to
report to Mr. Gillette?

Yes, I did.

About three, four minutes after Miss
Elston drove away, Gillette came

down the sidewalk.

I guess she'd been wandering around
waiting to see what had happened. What

you say to Mr. Gillette at that time?

I told him I'd goofed and he'd better
get another man on the job.

While he seemed all jittery, said maybe
he'd handle the thing himself, he said

this dame, that is, the defendant there,
knew too much, knew something about

him, but he was working to fix it.

I figure he expected some sort of a
meeting.

Just what he said, Mr. Jasper, please.

Did you hear him say anything else?

Mr. Berger, the way he was acting, I
didn't want to hear anymore.

It was just fine by me to get away from
a case like that. So we said, good

night, and that's it.

And what happened then, Mr. Jasper?

Well, by then it was maybe 15 minutes
later, by the time I picked up my car

all. But driving back toward town took
me past the Baxter estate again.

And I almost ran into a car that was
driving without its lights.

It was headed back toward that same
place there.

It was her car, the defendant's. And did
you see who was driving that car, Mr.

Jasper? I did.

It was her, all alone.

The defendant, Miss Elston.

Oh, Mr. Mason, please believe me. I
didn't stop again.

I just drove by there once more.

I was curious about that man. You just
couldn't resist.

Why didn't you tell me about it?

It didn't seem important.

And then later it seemed terribly
foolish.

But really, I didn't see anyone.

Not the man or Gillette or anyone.

And then those headlights hit me coming
around the corner, and it scared me, so

I went straight home.

I did.

All right, Gwen, all right.

It's just that Mr. Berger's been able to
wind up a pretty convincing

circumstantial case.

Enough to have you bound over for a jury
trial.

But you've got a defense, Perry.

Yes, you said there's so much more
involved in this case than even the

know.

Where have you been?

It's all right, but I have to double
check with the FBI. They want Halsey,

right? He's way up on their list. And
you've found him for them, haven't you?

Did you see the look in Mr. Baxter's
eyes when you questioned him about his

past?

Perry, your idea is that Frank Gillette
got his money from blackmailing Baxter.

Because Baxter is really... Hold it,
hold it, hold it. Baxter is not Halsey.

I'm afraid you've been barking up a tree
that doesn't exist.

Baxter's fingerprints aren't on file
anyplace. There isn't even a similarity

between his and Halsey's prints.

Now what are you going to do?

I call Mr. George Belding Baxter to the
stand.

And in view of the fact that Mr. Baxter
is seen fit to object to this appearance

in court, has even tried to bring
charges against me for it, I'd like to

that he be ruled an unfriendly witness,
Your Honor.

I know the circumstances.

So ruled.

I remind the witness that he's still
under oath.

Mr. Baxter, perhaps my earlier
questioning of you deserves a little

As I'm sure the police are aware by this
time, Frank Gillette's father died a

natural death just a day before Frank's
murder.

Now, I'm going to show you a magazine
similar to one found in the father's

effects and ask you to identify this
picture. Your Honor.

Are we once more going to be subjected
to these completely extraneous,

irrelevant... The witness is now
testifying for the defense, Mr. Berger.

Answer the question, Mr. Baxter. It's a
year -old magazine which Gorman Gillette

kept and folded open to this page.

Do you recognize anyone pictured on the
page?

Yes, that's... that's me there.

Can you tell us why this picture might
have had significance to Gorman

Well, I...

I really don't. Is it possible that in
this picture he recognized someone from

his past, someone who had disappeared?

Assumed another identity, perhaps?

No, I told you I never saw nor heard of
Gorman Gillette before in my life. So

how could my picture... But you're not
the only person in that photograph, Mr.

Baxter.

Now, who is that?

You mean Grawley Ketchum, my caretaker
there?

Now, why didn't you notice him before?

Is there any reason your caretaker
couldn't really be a wanted criminal by

name of Halsey? I really don't...

Why can't you answer that question?

Why have you fought coming into court so
much?

Why should you protect the man if he
really may be?

Mr. Baxter, what is the relationship
between you and your caretaker?

Answer the question, sir.

Answer him, George.

He's my brother.

Our real name is Halsey.

Yes, and when he got in trouble a number
of years ago, I took care of him the

way he'd always taken care of me.

The only trouble was I began to make a
great deal of money, and that brings

notoriety. So we got the idea of his
remaining in the background, just being

caretaker. Only then Gorman Gillette saw
this picture and came to you, is that

right? No, no, the old man never gave us
any trouble, but somehow his son found

out about it.

And asked you for money?

No, yes, my brother.

Frank moved next door and the demands
were steady but not enormous.

So, yes, we paid him blackmail. Until
when?

How did you finally stop it? I didn't
kill him, if that's what you mean.

But after his father died, Frank
apparently felt free to ask for a great

more. And the murderer... Oh, now, look.

I didn't touch nothing.

I didn't touch one single thing.

Didn't you hear anything besides that
single shot?

See anything besides?

Oh, yes, sir. Yes, I did.

I heard heels.

Like the sound of a woman running.

Running away down the street.

All right. That's enough.

Mr. Berger, I'm going to recess for 24
hours so that you can conduct a full and

proper investigation of this case.

Your Honor, please.

There's one more witness I'd like to put
on the stand.

Well, I'm not sure.

The defendant, Your Honor.

Well, yes, I told you I wasn't sure
about that compact.

But if it wasn't in your purse, who else
might have had it that night?

Who else might have perhaps
intentionally placed it under Frank

Oh, no, Mr. Mason, I don't... When?

What size shoes does your friend Nell
wear?

Well, we went shopping together. What
size?

The same as mine, I guess.

Did you hear Nell say in court that she
didn't hear you come home because she

was asleep?

But I did tell you... Did you stop to
see whether she was even in her room?

Oh.

Oh, no, Nell.

Oh, no.

Nell, look at me.

Tell them you didn't do it.

Nell!

So Nell followed you over there. In a
place as big as that, she could hide for

hours and not be found. Anyway, when
Gillette finally came out of his meeting

and started to move his car, Nell
stopped him and accused him of being

was. They fought, and that was that.

You mean she knew all along that he was
a bigamist?

She must have suspected it for the past
week or two.

That's probably why she got you to live
there, to do her investigating for her.

I don't understand, Barry.

Well, one thing bothered me all along.

The striking coincidence that in this
huge city, one of your customers should

just happen to be her husband's other
wife.

Here. Look at this.

See the typing on the last name?

Gillette.

It's different than the others.

You mean she just took my list and added
it on with her own typewriter?

Oh.

I'd still say poor Nell.