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And that operative picked up subject
again.

Let's see.

I'm not going too fast for you, am I,
Della?

No, it's just fine, Paul. Go on.

After which, subject departed from
hotel.

Della, are you eating a candy bar?

I most certainly am not.

Go on, Paul.

Give me the rest of it.

At 7 -12, second operative relieved
first operative.

At 7 .15... Wait a minute.

Why don't you go ahead and read the
whole thing back to me?

To 6th Street. Then west to Alvarado.

South on Alvarado to 7th.

Subject was wearing a brown hat.

Subject went from gas station at 6 .47.

Paul Drake.

Someday I'm going to.

It's all right, Ella.

I do yoga myself sometimes.

It's not yoga.

Besides, don't you worry one bit. I'll
have these notes ready for Perry by the

time he gets back from lunch. Taking up
judo, then? You know, I know a great

exercise for building up those back
muscles.

Believe me, I'm not trying to build up
anything.

You sure don't have to take anything
off, beautiful.

If you only knew.

Trouble is, I have a lunch appointment
with a watercress girl from back home at

Diane Adler.

Friend like a maze.

Watercress girl?

I don't know how she does it.

Skim milk? Carrots, maybe.

Of course, she's only 22 years old.

Paul, every time I see her, I start
feeling self -conscious and envious.

What do you mean? What's so special
about her?

Aside from having a face that's
absolutely beautiful.

She was voted the female with the most
perfectly formed figure in all of the

Smoky Mountains.

Della, wait a minute.

I just remembered something.

I haven't had lunch myself yet.

There's a candy bar in the second
drawer.

This

is

even better than the creamy chicken
soup.

Diane, ever since I met you last month,

I've wanted to ask.

Excuse me, would you care for something
to drink now, lady? Oh, yes, I'd like

some tea.

Just lemon, no milk.

Do you suppose I could make me a
chocolate milkshake?

Oh, thank you, Mr. E.

It was so lovely of you to ask me out.
For heaven's sakes, Diane.

Don't keep calling me Miss Street. My
name is Bella.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But you've been so kind to me since I
came to Los Angeles.

Well, you probably know that my Aunt May
said that you might need a little

looking after in the big city.

But enough of that.

Tell me, Diane.

How do you do it? Do what?

Eat all that food.

And still keep that lovely figure.

Oh. Oh, well, I did have a little more
than I usually.

Anyway, as I started to say, your Aunt
May was so sweet to me when my mother

died. I did need help at first,
especially finding a job because there

weren't any back home.

But how is your job? You know you
haven't even mentioned it.

Oh. Oh, haven't I?

Oh, well, it's, you know, fine.

Just fine.

But... Oh, but about your Aunt May
mystery, what do you hear from her?

Care for any more, lady?

No, thank you.

That one with the caramel layers is my
own favorite, ma 'am.

Oh, you mean between the whipped cream,
those are actually layers of...

Oh, no, thank you.

You simply couldn't.

We better be going. I mean, back to
work.

I left my glove. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Your friend's name is Mary,
isn't it? No, it's... No, it's not.

Diane? Deborah?

Dorothy, maybe?

Excuse me. Look, I'm not trying to be
fresh. It's just that I'm sure that I

her from someplace or something.

In fact, she just arrived from England.

That's it. See, I was just over there in
the army.

At ease, General.

Bye -bye.

No harm in trying.

Wow.

Hello, Jonathan Jones?

I'm a friend of Diane Adler, and I just
had lunch with her. When she comes back

to the office, would you please have her
call?

She what?

When did she quit her job?

Two weeks ago.

Do you know what she could be doing now?

Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You're Mr. Drake, aren't you? And just
who are you, a collector of fortune

cookies? Dillard, sir. My name is
Dillard. I tried to get a job at your

once. I guess you don't remember me.

Well, I tried to hire men who weren't so
clumsy.

Who stays you on now?

Well, you wouldn't think very much of my
ethics, sir, if I come right out there.

Then what are you doing here?

Sir, I'm never going to get a job with a
big outfit like this if I betray my

clients known to fool. You see, I... Oh,
excuse me. I think I dropped something.

Did you happen to see... Oh.

Oh, baby.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I tell you?

You see, Harrison Boring, that's the man
who put me up this afternoon.

Well, he spoke to me at the beach one
day a couple of weeks ago.

He noticed my figure.

Oh, but not the way you think.

I mean, he's always been a perfect
gentleman. And a couple of days later,

signed this contract.

Contract? Mm -hmm. It's a fashion idea.

Oh, but you mustn't breathe a word.

Mr. Boring says there are spies
everywhere in fashion. And that's why I

tell you I quit my job, Miss Treat.

Well, anyway, Mr. Boring has his big
manufacturer, and he's coming out with a

whole new line of clothes designed
especially for the girl who's a teeny

plumpish. And I'm going to be the model.

They're going to build their whole
campaign around me.

So that's the mystery.

You know, I didn't mean that.

Oh, Della, yes.

That's why I've been eating so much.

I have to gain 12 pounds. Oh, but still
keep the same measurements here and

here. Oh, you know what I mean.

But if you don't think it hasn't been
wonderful, I mean, all my life I've had

diet and diet.

This man is paying you $200 a week?

Uh -huh. Even before we get started.

Just to eat.

Isn't it fabulous?

Oh, Teller, these past two weeks have
been the first real vacation in my life.

You see, Mr. Mason, my father drowned
when I was 10 years old.

And then I had to leave high school when
my mother got sick.

The money is to be paid to you for the
duration of this contract, for two

Yes, yes.

How can I lose?

And maybe there'll be TV and magazine
pictures.

Yes? Special delivery.

There. Every week.

Every week, right on time.

My 200 pretty little dollars.

Period. All the crazy things I've ever
heard of.

It's a rather stringent contract, but it
seems proper.

No, I mean, maybe it is a good idea for
once not to have a model. Give me a

story. Always come above $200 for
magazine, photography, or any source

whatsoever. She used to divide 50 -50
with Mr. Boren.

You mean she used to pay him 50 % of
everything that she... He's also

Della.

Paying her out of his own pocket for two
years.

That's what it is.

And you know what I'm going to buy with
it? Big steaks, french fries, shortcake.

Maybe I am just meddling.

Oh, no.

No, no.

The manufacturer changed his mind.

No money.

Well, why didn't Harrison tell me about
this this afternoon?

It's...

Mr. Mason.

Thank you.

Well, how do you do? Mr. Mason, it was a
pleasure. A pleasure indeed.

Please sit down.

I was almost certain you'd be in to see
me, Mr. Boring.

Well, of course.

Since this letter you sent me yesterday,
I'm a little afraid of letters from

lawyers. I mean, who isn't?

Since you failed to make payment this
week, Mr. Adler, under the terms of her

contract, I felt she ought to clarify
her position.

Oh, I'm blessed sorry about that thing.
You know, this time I thought I really

had one going.

The deal was practically ready to sign
when this stupid manufacturer...

Furthermore, you should understand that
Diane intends to sue for recovery of any

additional checks you may fail to send
her for the next two years. I should

mention the inconvenience caused by your
inducing her to become overweight.

Just a moment, Mr. Mason. I mean, you
can't get blood out of a turnip.

I'd pay if I could.

Until a few weeks ago, you were employed
by a man named Foster, who had some

vague sort of insurance office.

And you don't see the connection between
that and high fashion.

Well, you're right. There isn't any.

You see, I'm basically a promoter, an
idea man.

Now, if you don't see the sound validity
and redesigns for the pleasingly plump,

in fact, I'm on my way to a meeting
right now. It may still work out. I'd

look at this, Mr. Boring, and the 50 %
clause.

Was it your idea?

If Diane acquires a large sum of money
during the...

If she should marry a rich man, for
example, then 50 % of that money would

yours. If what?

Mr. Mason, you don't think that I'm the
kind of a man that would... I mean, if

you think that I was trying to take
advantage of Diane, I just thought it

sort of a contract arrangement for him.

How's that?

Isn't that good faith? Doesn't that make
you feel better?

Not when you still have your copy of the
contract with Diane's signature on it.

It'll be here in the morning.

But right now, I do have to get to that
meeting.

Actually, I have photostatic copies of
that contract with which to sue you.

It'll be here.

It'll be here, I tell you. And, Mr.
Mason, the very second that I have some

money, I'll make a settlement with that
poor girl.

Don't you understand?

I'm sorry.

I mean, I really want to do what's
right.

And if you'll just give me a little more
time.

And thank you for your time, Mr. Mason.
And don't worry, I'll keep in touch.

Don't worry.

Portrait of a promoter in panic.

Harry, you're beautiful.

Diane may have trouble losing those
pounds.

She'll certainly never have trouble with
that stupid man.

Donna, that contract had nothing to do
with fashions, and it never did. I

have spotted it the other night. Every
single word about Diane losing weight or

being used as a model is just red
herring, just camouflage.

What do you mean? Tell him to meet me at
the office of this man's foster,

Montrose Foster, and tell him to make
his class.

Yes, but... Patterson Barney, yes.

Yes, he used to work for me.

He was here for a couple of years, as a
matter of fact.

What was his job, Mr. Foster?

Oh, we're engaged in a number of
activities.

Some insurance. Yes, I understand.

But I want to know exactly what Boren
was doing before he quit.

Mr. Mason, you're an attorney.

Perhaps if you told me who your client
is, I'd be better able to... Did he

handle what you'd call cases?

Investigative work?

Well, yes. I suppose you might say that
running down some of these old insurance

things might... You mean running down
missing heirs, don't you?

I beg your pardon?

Isn't that your real business?

The missing air racket?

I don't like your choice of words, Mr.
Mason.

What has Harrison Boring done to you?

By the way, where is he now?

You mean you don't know?

If I did, I'd break his stupid neck.

What do you mean, walking in here and
suggesting that I... The oldest sense

there is, I guess.

A wealthy person dies leaving no close
relatives.

But a kind investigator finds distant
relatives who don't know of the death or

the deceased.

But for a certain percentage, say 50%,
the kind investigator will

tirelessly help prove a relationship.

So you read one of our standard form
contracts, but hey, the locating of

heirs is a very worthwhile service.

Unfortunately, there were some deceptive
decorations on the contract I saw.

Mr. Mason, why don't we make a deal?

Swap what we know.

Over here, Everdry.

Now, this client of yours, who very well
may be near to a fortune... No thanks,

Mr. Foster.

You've already told me all you know.

But Mason... Boring double -crossed you,
didn't he?

He ran into an inheritance so large that
he quit his job to take over on his

own.

Exorbitant. And you don't even know
whose inheritance it is, do you?

Do you, Mr. Foster?

Wait, wait, Mason.

I'll help you if you'll just tell me.

Sorry I'm late, Terry, but I had another
report on Harrison Boring.

Jackpot.

where, Pharaoh?

That's right.

Warren even keeps a motel room out there
so he can be close to the guy's house

he's been visiting on the QT.

George C.

Winlock. That was he. He's the guy with
the house. The richest man in town.

Winlock had his money, Paul. Not too
long.

He only came to Pharaoh's about 12 years
ago and he's made it all since then in

real estate.

Nothing on him before that? No record of
it? Not that I can find.

He's married to some society they know,
but that's all in the last 12 years,

too.

He's our man, Paul. Let's go.

Sure.

Boring's real interest in Diane was to
sign her up as a missing heiress to

somebody's fortune. That sure can't be
Wimlock, because Wimlock isn't dead. At

least not yet.

What do you want? Is Mr. Winlock in,
please? Oh, he's playing golf. Look,

mister, he never comes here. Call the
office or something. His office is

for the day.

I'd like to wait, if you don't mind.

My name is Mason. It's quite important.

Whatever you like.

Nothing, mother. I'll take care of it.

Mason, huh?

I've heard that someplace.

Come on in here.

Just crack some of the old boy's 16
-year -old... Mom, will you please turn

thing down?

Why? If you don't like it, shut your
door.

Oh, really, darling?

I'm Mrs. Winlock, and my name is Barry
Mason.

Oh, for goodness sake.

Well, surely not the famous Atelier.

How do you do?

Mother, I told him George was out
playing golf. Oh?

Oh, of course. Of course, isn't that...
Too bad.

Perhaps I could help you, Mr. Mason.

It's a personal matter I have to discuss
with your husband, Mrs. Winlock.

Personal?

What can you say?

What has Georgie been up to?

Oh, no, no, I won't be teasing.

I do manage a great many details around
here, Mr. Mason. So if you'll just

come... You looking for me?

Oh, Georgia.

Darling, we thought you were still at
the club.

I've been home for the past hour trying
to hear myself on the telephone over

that crazy...

Oh, never mind.

Dear, this is Perry Mason to see you.
The lawyer.

If I had any idea... All right, all
right. Thank you, dear.

What's on your mind, Mr. Mason? I'm
rather busy today.

As I can imagine.

I only hope I'm here in time.

What's that supposed to mean?

Mr. Winlock, I represent a young girl
named Diane Adler.

Adler?

Adler. The name means nothing to you?

I meet a great many people, Mr. Mason.

Not to mention the stream of
functionaries my wife has running in and

And how about the name Harrison Boring?

Boring?

That's an odd one.

No, I can't say that I've ever... All
right.

Thought I was playing a long shot.

Now I know it's a sure thing.

What is?

For heaven's sake.

Let me tell you about Diane Adler.

She's an innocent young girl.

Gullible.

Mixed up.

She had no advantages or family
environment.

You see, she lost her father about 12
years ago.

Now her mother is dead.

Well, what's that got to do with me?

Her father was drowned in a fishing
accident at Lake Superior.

Some of the bodies were recovered, but
not his.

Too bad, Mason, but I really don't
see... Where were you 12 years ago, Mr.

Winlock? To be explicit, who were you?

I don't know who you're driving at.

Of course, I only have enough
information to formulate a guess.

A guess that...

You might have lived through that
accident, changed your name, all the

But I suppose Harrison Boring has proof
that you're Diane's father, isn't that

right? Look, I just told you I never
even heard of anyone by the name of... I

have evidence that you've been meeting
with Boring secretly at the Shady Glen

Motel.

Mason, even if this girl, this client of
yours, did have a missing father

somewhere, I'm not sure I understand
what sort of... Claim you think she'd

on him? Well, putting aside the moral
obligation between human beings, Diane

the sole heir of a dead mother's estate.

It was a four -room house with taxes and
mortgage overdue, incidentally.

But it does mean Diane has the legal
ability to disassociate her father from

mother's share of his earnings since his
disappearance.

Answer your question?

Legally, I mean.

Thanks so much. I told you I'm very
busy, ma 'am. One more thing.

Boring cheated Diane into signing a
contract entitling him to part of her

But then he tore up the contract.

Only one explanation seems logical.

Boring realized he could receive more
money from you directly by blackmail.

much is he asking to keep your secret?

How much money does Boring want?

Mason, please.

I need a little time.

Please, leave me alone now.

I have an investigator who'll keep an
eye on Boring.

I also reserve a suite for this evening
at the Fair Oaks Inn.

It's close. We can talk there privately.

I want to do the right thing.

But I've got to have time, that's all.

I wanted Boring's motel kept under
surveillance until... I know, but he's

cagey, I'm afraid.

While I was registering for a room, I
spotted him outside sneaking a look at

car registration.

So you left altogether?

But don't worry, we're covered.

There's an investigator already there
who's only too glad to have the job.

Dillard, the clumsy guy I met at the
beach, remember?

You said you thought Dillard was working
for the steps on Marvin Palmer.

He was, but Palmer fired him an hour
ago. So I had him.

John? Fired him without pay.

Dillard's madder than a white hand, but
at least he'll keep in touch with me

until one of my boys takes over.

Diane, what are you doing here?

Oh, well, I was out by the bus stop, you
see, and, uh, I mean, well, I couldn't

find the place I was looking for, so I
had to find somebody to help me.

Uh, but then this tree... I found her,
Perry.

She was on her way to see Harrison
Boring.

Why?

And how did you know he was in
Farrell's?

Oh. Oh, well, I found these matches he
loaned me. But what did you want to see

him about?

Oh, Mr. Mason, you understand, don't
you?

To stop all this trouble I've been
causing.

I mean, if all we want is to get that
other copy of my contract back.

Oh, just because I've been a stupid
little idiot gaining all that weight.

Why should all of you be involved?

Did you tell her we were coming here?

No, Gertie did.

After a man named Foster visited Diane.

Foster? Yes, this Mr. Foster came to see
me late this afternoon.

And he started asking questions that I
couldn't understand.

So after he left, I called your office.

And I thought I was bluffing Foster.

You're not angry with me, are you, Mr.
Mason?

Answer that, will you please, Paul? It's
probably Mr. Winlock.

Of course I'm not angry, Dan.

You really shouldn't be here.

There's something you should be told.

Oh? And I think Della should be the one
to tell you.

About Mr. Winlock, you mean?

Who's Mr. Winlock?

Please remember, we're your friends,
Diane.

Why don't you slip out the back way,
Dillon?

What?

I can't hear you.

It's Dillard, Perry, but I can't hear
what he's saying.

Dillard, say it again, will you? I still
can't hear you.

I can't talk any louder, Mr. Drake.

There's cops all over this place.

I said cops.

I said there's been a regular parade
around here.

Now look, I've got to get out of here
fast.

I said there's no point in watching
boring anymore. Didn't you hear me?

I can see Boring's dead.

So, I guess I died all right so good in
the dark, but I got it all down right

here. Who was in this parade you
mentioned?

Well, a whole string of people come to
see Harrison Boring this evening.

Then no sooner the last one's gone than
a manager comes running over. Then four

minutes later, a squad car.

That's when I started trying to get a
hold of you, Mr. Drake.

I mean, I figured maybe you guys might
be more interested in seeing this than

the police.

Yeah, I'd say we might.

I don't know what your interest is in
this, Mr. Mason. I don't know who you're

trying to nab or anything, but please,
the notebook. Who was there?

Well, first this young creep, Marvin
Palmer. I don't know what he's up to.

he has me tailing a dame, then he
switches me over to watching this

Borey. Go on. Who's next?

Well, a few minutes later, a woman
comes. Big car, dressed nice, kind of

-aged lady I never saw before. Stayed
seven minutes.

But no sooner she's gone, a guy slips
in. He must have been watching, I guess,

on foot. Had pulled down, I'd have
trouble spotting him.

Was he the last visitor?

No siree.

And, Mr. Drake, I guess now you hire me,
all right. Get this.

Entered 8 .05, left 8 .21, running just
two and a half minutes before the cops

and the manager and everybody.

And guess who it was, Mr. Drake? That
same broad you were tailing down at the

beach, that Diane Adler.

Pretty good work, girl.

All right, yes, yes, I was there.

Why did you lie to us? Because I didn't
kill him.

Yes, I didn't.

Please, please believe me. He was dead
when you walked into the room, I

And you stayed there 16 minutes with his
dead body? What?

Oh, no.

No, I was only there for a few minutes.
Four or five, maybe.

Diane, there's evidence to the contrary.

I don't care. It's a lie.

Look, he wasn't dead.

He was perfectly alive.

And you naturally talked to him about
the contract?

Yes. Yes, that's what happened. And he
gave it to me.

Oh, I thought he'd argue or threaten me
even. But when I told him what I thought

about him, why, he laughed and he
threatened my face and... Diane, stop

making up this story.

But it's true, Mr. Mason.

And then I walked here to the center to
get your bus. Oh, I was really going to

leave Fair Oaks. And then Della saw me.
And I did lie then, of course, but...

And you're still lying, every word.

Perry.

Mr. Mason, it's a difficult decision to
reach.

Decision? Oh, yes, I know what you must
think of me.

I know what I thought of myself
sometimes.

But my first marriage, well, it just
wasn't very successful.

You've got to understand, when I
realized people thought I was dead and I

chance to change my name... Mr. Winlock,
I know of only one marriage.

Your present situation certainly isn't
legal.

My present life doesn't know the full
truth.

That's one of the difficulties.

But she took me on faith.

She was willing just to tell all our
friends that we'd elope to Las Vegas one

weekend.

But there wasn't really any ceremony.

It was a great sacrifice for her.

Position is very important to her, what
people would think.

Well, that eliminates bigamy. Don't be
so impatient. I'm trying to explain it

all. I must be impatient.

There's very little time.

Mr. Mason.

I know that I can never make up to Diane
for what I did.

But I'm quite willing to discuss the
financial settlement.

Willing to give her a quarter, a third
of my money perhaps, whatever you think

proper.

But I must insist that this be kept
absolutely secret between us.

So you're...

You could smell whiskey a half a mile
away.

Only when I touched him,

I felt the blood.

So I ran, and I ran, and I ran, and I
ran down the road, and I telephoned the

motel, and I said that they should go
and look in cabin 10.

What do you want?

Never mind.

You're her, all right.

Just a minute. I'm Miss Adler's
attorney.

Oh, is that so?

Well, you might like to know we just
caught one of your investigators and

a notebook he threw away.

Well, there's more to this case than the
times people went into motel rooms.

Would you ask the gentleman in the other
room to step in here, please?

It's pulling your leg. There's nobody in
here.

Well, read this if you like, lawyer.

That's all.

Come on.

That's right.

Right ahead.

I personally... You

heard the doctor testify that the
deceased Harrison Boring was killed with

a blow from a blunt instrument.

You also heard him say that there were
scratches and bruises on the face.

indicating that there might have been a
struggle prior to that fatal blow.

Yes, sir, I heard all that. But did you
hear anything on the night of the

murder? To substantiate this, from your
vantage point in the cabin across the

way, did you hear any struggling?

Any fighting?

No, I told you I didn't hear anything
except people's radios all the time.

Besides, a couple of hundred feet across
there, like your diagram shows.

You think I got radar?

Just because you've been declared an
unfriendly witness, Mr. Dillard.

There's no necessity for you continuing
to prove it.

Now, you heard the police testify that
someone had hurriedly searched Mr.

Boring's cabin and his luggage, and that
they had found liquor spilled all over

it. You heard an expert identify
fingerprints of the defendant taken from

desk and from the bureau drawer, and one
bloody fingerprint of hers was found on

the wallet in Mr. Boring's coat pocket.

So it seems obvious... That's the pocket
where I found the contract. ...around

in that cabin quite a good deal,
wouldn't you say so?

Sure. And still you couldn't see any of
that movement through the window?

No, the curtains were too thick. You
couldn't see anything or anybody in

Fine.

That's all I wanted to find out. That
everything that you saw or heard that

night is recorded in this notebook,
Exhibit A, is that correct?

Yes, sir, that's correct.

But the police found this notebook in a
highway trash can, Mr. Dillard. Did you

put it there?

Yes, sir.

Why?

Well, to get rid of it.

I saw a patrol car making a U -turn. I
was afraid maybe they spotted my license

number. You're sure that Mr.

Mason, or possibly Mr. Paul Drake,
didn't suggest that?

No, no, that's not true at all. Mr.
Mason told me he couldn't order me to

destroy evidence like that. I was gonna
burn it.

Well, they certainly suggested that you
get out of town in a hurry.

I remind you, Mr. Dillard, you were
clocked going out the highway 90 miles

hour. But that wasn't my idea, don't you
understand?

I figured maybe if I disappeared for a
while... You mean you were willing to

take all this risk on yourself?

The risk of removing evidence and of
removing yourself, a material witness in

murder case?

Well, yes, sir.

I didn't want to get that client in the
soup. After all, I was still trying to

earn myself maybe a good job, that's
all.

Well, I certainly think that Mr. Mason
should thank you for keeping his

reputation clear.

And I'm sure that your fine work will
get you a top job in the Paul Drake

Detective Agency.

Now, if you'll read for me, please, this
last entry in your notebook.

Miss Diane Adler.

Entered cabin 10 at 8 .05, left at 8
.21.

8 .23 and a half, the manager arrived.

8 .27 and a half, the police arrived.

Your witness.

Mr. Dillard, concerning the first
entries in your notebook, the earlier

to Boring's cabin, prosecution has been
rather vague about identifying... Your

Honor, we've already explained to
counsel and to the court.

We're not presenting our full case at
this time.

Just those few facts necessary to have
Miss Adler bound over.

I'm inclined to go along with that
approach, Mr. Mason. This is only a

Of course I understand.

I'm quite willing to postpone, for the
moment at least, my interrogation of the

visitors who have been identified.

But I have a question about the person
who immediately preceded Miss Adler in

Boring's cabin.

Quite pertinent.

Proceed.

Mr. Dillard, this man wearing dark
hat...

walked to the cabin, entered at 7 .47,
left at 8 .02.

You say you didn't recognize him then?

No, sir.

It was too dark over there.

Now, since that night, have you seen
someone who perhaps reminded you of that

person?

No, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Well, I told Miss Adler that Harrison
Boring was trying to cut her out of

something big.

What did you mean by that, sir? Well, I
told her she better get after him

because he was cheating her.

And if I knew Harrison, she'd better
catch him quick.

Yes, but cheating her of what?

I don't know.

I was just guessing, but those are the
exact words I use, and she can't tell

any different.

All right, then. What was the effect of
your words on Miss Adler?

Well, she seemed to already know he was
cheating her.

But it sure made her mad, all right,
because the minute I left, she took off

fair robes just like that.

Thank you, Mr. Foster.

That'll be all.

Mr. Foster.

You say you deliberately upset and
angered the defendant so that she might

you to Harrison Boring? That's right.
Why were you so eager to find him?

Like I told you, he owed me money.

Not because he was cutting you out of
something?

Absolutely not.

Is it possible that you won't admit it
because you hoped to take over where

Boring left off?

No, sir.

When Boring left, my employee owed me
$352.

If I could have caught him, I would have
broken his neck.

But I didn't. Like I testified, I tailed
the girl and...

I lost her.

Diane Adler went by bus to Fair Oaks.

You mean you couldn't follow a bus?

Well, I lost her in Fair Oaks. You know,
at a drugstore, and I didn't see her

come out.

But I wasn't anywhere near that motel
that night.

Are you willing to furnish proof of
that?

Of course I am. I wasn't anywhere near
it.

Good.

Would you mind putting on this hat?

Your Honor.

Just a moment, Mr. Berger. I don't think
this would do any harm.

Of course I don't mind.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mason.

I just can't tell.

Well, what time will Mr. Mason be back
from the courtroom?

But I must speak to him the minute he
gets back.

Yes, I... Oh.

Yes, I can wait.

Oh, Mr. Mason.

Yes, Mrs. Winlock, what is it? Mr.
Mason, I... I want to know if you're

put on the defense for that girl this
afternoon.

Well, that's not a matter I can discuss.

Oh, Mr. Mason, the district attorney's
office has been asking questions.

Privately, of course.

I think they may realize that I'm the
other woman who was at Boring's cabin

earlier that night.

Just after my son... After Marvin was
there.

Yes, I've thought of that possibility,
Mrs. Winlock.

But perhaps if you'd tell me why you
visited Boring.

I'd be quite willing to give a perfectly
logical explanation for that, Mr.

Mason, from the witness stand.

If I testified for, it depends.

If you what?

Oh, listen to me, please.

The girl, Diane, her story's going to be
that she thought Boring was drunk.

Isn't that right?

That when she came into the cabin, he
was already lying there in the dark.

And she didn't realize that he wasn't
just drunk, but dying.

Once again, I can't discuss it.

Mr. Mason, if I testified that I thought
exactly the same thing, that I saw him

lying there and smelled all that liquor,
and if my son, if Marvin, should say

exactly the same thing about his
disappear on the witness stand, wouldn't

save Diane from further prosecution?

In return for what, Mrs. Winlock?

Oh, Mr. Mason, she can have all of
George's money that you want, but the

truth... About Diane, about our marriage
and all that.

It just mustn't come out.

Not ever.

Don't you understand?

Of course, Mrs. Winlock. I will
definitely be in touch with you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Mason.

Della, find Paul.

He has a job to do before we finish
lunch.

This way, Perry. I'm passing the alley.

Well, what about the times they were
prescribed to?

My boys are double -checking every one
that's possible.

Two and a half minutes from the time
Diane left until the motel manager...

Sorry, Perry, it's right. The motel
clock is right. Every one of those times

right.

Let me do this alone.

Thanks for getting here so quickly, Mr.
Brenner.

Drinks don't give me much choice.

I'll come directly to the point.

You were the man in the dark hat,
weren't you? The man who was in the

after the woman and just a few minutes
before Diane's visit.

What gives you a crazy idea like that?

Mrs. Winlock has offered to commit
perjury.

She wouldn't do that unless you were
positive you were that man.

She offered to?

Now, could we have the truth?

All of it?

Yes, I was there.

But Boring had already blackmailed me,
Mason. I'd already given him $10 ,000 in

advance in cash.

After talking with you, I realized there
was only one thing to do. I went to see

Boring, and I scared the daylights out
of him.

I told him I was perfectly willing to
expose myself to the whole world, expose

him as a blackmailer, and put him in
prison for what he'd done.

You stayed there for only a few minutes,
Mr. Winrock?

The gun in my hand helped to convince
him, and I might have used it, Mason, if

he hadn't given in.

Given in? He handed me back the $10 ,000
and promised to get out of town for

good. And then you left.

Had Boring been drinking?

In his cabin, there was a smell of
whiskey.

He was alive when you left?

I asked you a question.

When you left that cabin, was Harrison
Boring alive?

Good heavens, Mason, haven't I done
enough to Diane?

What do you want me to do, send her to
the gas chamber?

So it's possible, from this diagram,
that someone could have visited cabin

number 10 without your seeing.

No, sir, Mr. Mason, I'm sorry, but they
just couldn't. What about other means of

access to the cabin?

There's a side window here, for
instance.

If it please the court.

We've already proved that that window
can't be opened, that there's no back

to cabin 10, that on that night it was
impossible even to approach cabin 10

without being observed by Mr. Dillard
here from across the way.

Yes, I think we've been over that ground
satisfactorily, Mr. Mason. Very well,

Your Honor.

But one or two more questions to clarify
the notes in your notebook.

Now, Miss Diane Adler at 8 .05.

Left cabin at 8 .21.

Now, that's written clearly enough.

But what's this number here?

Enter 747. Is that the one you mean?

Oh, it's a seven.

Well, I was writing in the dark, Mr.
Mason. But my watch does have a luminous

dial, so... Yes, of course.

And that's left at what time?

802. You mean the man wearing the dark
hat.

Oh, yes.

The man in the dark hat.

You're... Quite sure there's no mistake
about these times?

Well, like I said, I may be a little
clumsy, but at least I can read a watch.

Your Honor, it's obvious that Mr. Mason
can't read a watch.

Certainly he's wasting the court's time.

May it please the court, we're trying to
confirm certain new evidence we've

uncovered. Go on, Mr. Mason.

You'll be glad to know, Mr. Dillard,
that the man in the hat also looked at

watch, and your figures agree.

You mean you found him?

We are further prepared to introduce
testimony showing that when this man

the cabin, Harrison Boring was still
alive.

He will also state that there was no
smell of liquor in the room, that the

whiskey bottle visible was sealed.

Who is it, Mr. Mason? Who?

Why put him on the stand when it's you
who committed murder?

Mr.

Dillard, Paul Drake is a very good
detective, but Boring still managed to

him. Is that what happened? Did Boring
see you watching him?

Doesn't it true I don't know what you're
talking about?

Sixteen minutes you said Diane was in
there. In very clear writing.

Why? Because you wrote those times after
the fact?

Doesn't it too, scumbag?

Wrote them to cover up what you'd done?
Wrote them in a notebook which you could

have destroyed if you'd really wanted
to?

I won't answer that. I won't tell. Would
a frightened girl think of pouring

whiskey on a man she just fought with?

Doesn't it true he was drinking it?

No, he was.

What else was he doing?

See, I didn't mean to do it. His head
just struck this thing when I hit him,

see. All right, all right, he spotted
me.

But by that time, I had enough on him.

See, he had this money, see.

But when that guy left, boring comes
right over to my cabin.

He says, what gives? Well, naturally, I
says, what gives right back? Let's have

some of that money.

Well, he laughed at me. He said he
didn't have it anymore.

But I didn't want to rough him up,
but...

Well, you see, then I carried him back
to his place, and I

poured that whiskey on him, see?

I'm sorry, Jim.

I'm sorry.

So the one thing wrong in Diller's
notebook was the time he showed Diane as

arriving at the cabin.

Exactly.

With nerves of steel, a person couldn't
spend 16 minutes searching a dark room

with even a drunken occupant present.

But of course, when your wife decided to
protect the family name and reputation

by committing perjury, I fully
understood. Oh, wait a minute. It was

useless son of hers she was trying to
protect.

Oh, Mason, we all make so many mistakes.

Marvin has been snooping around for some
time, I guess.

He was getting as close to nailing me as
boring himself.

And what's a mother to do?

The wrong thing, maybe. I don't know.
I'm sure no judge.

The way I... I ruined poor Diane's life.

Well, we're not hiding the truth anymore
now.

My wife is kicking Marvin out on his
own.

So you see, mistakes can be changed.

Just like people.

Wait a minute.

How long has that thing been on?

Diane.

Your father's taking us out for a steak
dinner, Diane.

Might be willing to try a little cottage
cheese.