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Yeah. Mr. Tully?

Yes, sir. We're from the Western Legal
Aid Society. I'm Tom Coleman. This is

Henry Gaynor.

How do you do? You've probably heard
about our work.

Sometimes it's odd, though, how little
people realize just how extensive our

operation is.

Bye.

Oh, hi, Peggy.

I thought I heard you come down.

Oh, thanks.

Sure stacks up, doesn't it?

How about that?

Did you have a nice flight?

Yeah.

Not a bump.

Joe, I'm sorry about West Tully.

Yeah.

He was a nice guy.

I talked to headquarters right after you
phoned from San Francisco.

What did they say?

An accident.

He went out for a swim, fell, hit his
head on the side of the pool, was

unconscious and drowned.

Lieutenant Charleston is due back from
San Francisco in the morning. Give his

officer a call.

Tell him I'll be there to meet him at 9
a .m. I want to talk to him.

About Wes Tully?

That's right.

There's something wrong, Joe.

Well, Wes... Wes had a hunch

that he might be in line for an
accident.

How do you know?

Came to my apartment Sunday, a couple
hours before I left for San Francisco.

Said he was working on a case.

Thought they had spotted him.

And you think he was murdered?

I don't know.

But he had come across some evidence.

He didn't want to talk about it until he
was sure.

But he did tell me where to find it in
case something happened to him.

I offered to stay and help him, but...

and I wish he had taken me up on it.

Oh, come on, Joe. You can't blame
yourself. And maybe it was an accident.

Yeah.

Well, that's what I'm going to find out,
Peggy.

Did you get what you were after?

Yeah, but it took a bit of doing.

Trouble?

Some. Peggy, get Martin Kimbrough on the
phone.

The banker?

That's right.

Tell him I'd like to meet him at his
house at about seven tonight.

What does Kimbrough have to do with all
this?

He's the man Wes Tully was working for.

Yes, sir?

My name is Maddox. Mr. Kimbrough is
expecting me. I phoned earlier.

Yes, sir. Come in.

Mr.

Maddox, sir.

Oh.

Mr. Maddox, Martin Kimbrough. How do you
do?

Thank you, Ben.

You said you wanted to talk to me about
Mr. Tully's death?

Yes, but before we do, I'm a private
detective like Wes Tully. Well,

we were friends.

What did you want to say about Mr.
Tully's death?

He was murdered.

It was ruled an accidental drowning.

Well, it was made to look that way.

He was murdered.

How can you be so sure?

I was told so, in a way.

No, thanks.

Told by whom?

Wes Tully.

Mr. Maddox, you'll forgive me, but
riddles don't amuse me.

Wes came to my apartment on the morning
of the day he died.

He was worried.

Worried about what?

About this.

He had it hidden in his home.

It cost him his life.

What is this?

undeveloped negatives of a man Tully
thought masterminded the robbery at your

bank four months ago.

Daryl Andrews.

Wes took the pictures, but he never got
a chance to develop them.

How did you get this?

He told me where he hid it.

Just in case.

Wes Tully's been dead for two days. Why
have you waited so long?

I was in San Francisco on a case. I left
a couple of hours after talking to Wes

last Sunday.

I just got back this afternoon and heard
what had happened.

Why have you brought this to me?

Wes asked me to.

After all, you and the bank directors
were his employers.

Yes, of course.

I'll call the police.

I've already called them, Mr. Kimbrough.

Lieutenant Charleston is due back from
San Francisco at 9 a .m. I'm going to

meet him.

I don't think it would be very healthy
for you to have this around the house.

You may have callers.

Callers?

Two men have been following me.

Yes, he is.

Just a minute.

It's for you.

Thank you.

Hello.

Yeah, this is Mannix.

Who is this?

What is it?

A warning.

I'm not to go to the police.

Who was that?

Daryl Andrews.

Maybe we can flush Mr. Andrews out of
hiding.

How?

By going to meet Lieutenant Charleston
as scheduled.

Who is it?

Peggy. You asked us to stop by before
leaving, remember?

Come on in.

Sorry we're late.

But the rental agency had trouble
finding the keys to the cabin.

Hey, you got your jungle survival kit
all packed?

Mom packed it with bandages and stuff
like I was going to be attacked by bears

or something.

I built a survival kit to protect the
bears.

Hey, you know what? I got something for
you.

There you are. How about that?

Gee, Mr. Maddox, thanks.

I'll take a picture of the biggest fish
I catch.

We'll frame it and hang it in the
office.

Well, I don't think we got a wall big
enough.

Hey, have a nice time, huh?

Thanks, Joe.

Mr. Mannix?

Yeah. May I speak with you a moment,
please? What about?

It's about your secretary and her little
boy.

Morning, Joe.

Andy.

What about my secretary and her little
boy? Well, they're all right. They're

quite safe, in fact.

I'm sure you'd like to keep it that way.

I know that you will honor the
confidential nature of all of this, Mr.

For the lady's sake, as well as the
little boy's.

It's the film you want.

It is.

I don't have it on me.

Well, it would hardly do for me to
search you here, would it, Mr. Mannix?

Where is the film?

The safe deposit box.

Just in case something like this
happened.

I thought I'd let the police open it.

Very well, then.

Get the film.

Go back to your office. Wait there.

We'll be in touch with instructions.

Two lives are depending upon your
cooperation in this, Mr. Mannix.

I'm sure you understand.

Good morning.

I wouldn't, Mr. Mannix.

I really wouldn't.

You're being watched every second.

Your every move.

Please don't...

force us to do something we don't want
to do.

Sounds funny in here.

Well, let's get some air then.

Can't we go fishing pretty soon?

Oh, honey, we'll go later. Let's get
this place cleaned up first.

Oh, Mom, that's no fair.

Toby, go into the kitchen and get a
broom.

Oh, Mom.

They're in the cottage.

Very well.

You seem worried.

No, I'm not worried.

Just hope Mr. Mannix doesn't force us
into anything, that's all.

Well, if he does, would you rather that
I take the lady and the little boy

fishing?

Sentimentality isn't one of my
weaknesses.

Nor is it one of mine.

I just detest unnecessary complications,
that's all.

Speaking.

Yeah, I'm alone.

Yes, I have the film with me.

No, no one.

Yeah, I understand.

I know the place.

2 .30.

Now, look, my secretary and her son, all
right?

Hello?

Is your mother in?

Yes. Can I help you? How do you do, ma
'am? We were fishing around the bend. We

saw you arrive and thought we'd better
come over and make ourselves known.

your neighbors, about a half a mile down
the road.

Oh.

Oh, come in.

Come in.

Thank you.

I'm Peggy Fair, and this is my son,
Toby.

Hello, Toby.

Young man, how are you?

I'm Al Beckworth. This is my nephew,
Eric Beckworth.

How do you do?

A welcoming gift.

Boy.

How kind of you. Thank you.

Why don't I clean them for you?

Oh, no, that's not necessary.

No, no, no, no. I insist.

All right.

There should be a knife here somewhere.

Oh, I've got one right here.

You like to fish?

You bet.

Ah, good.

Listen, we'll go together, and I'll show
you where all the best spots are.

Boy.

You know, you have four fish, and Toby
and I can only eat two.

Why don't you stay for lunch?

Well, I don't know.

Well, they won't keep, and Toby and I
would love it.

Well, you better ask my uncle.

Okay.

Well, you've got a little snag there,
young man.

Mr. Beckwith, you're staying for lunch.

Well, now, that's very nice. Thank you.

But only on one condition.

You let me do the cooking.

Now, I happen to be an expert with
trout.

All right.

I'll light the stove.

Okay.

It's butane gas. We have one just like
it at our cabin.

What's the matter?

Doesn't seem to work.

Well, maybe you're out of gas.

Oh, dear, no. Much worse than that.

No, you've got gas all right, and
luckily somebody turned it off. You've

broken fuel line. Oh, no.

Is there anyone in the village that can
fix it?

Yeah, but that's a 45 -minute drive.

It's 3 o 'clock, but I have to go and
get somebody to fix it.

My son at his heart said I'm going
fishing.

Oh, look, I can fix this. At least it
ties you over until tomorrow.

By 5 o 'clock?

We have some friends dropping by at 6.

Yes, I think so.

Well, then, why don't you come along
with me, Mrs. Fair?

I just promised the boy I was going to
show him where all the biggest fish

I couldn't leave him with that.

Oh, look, this is easy to fix.

And frankly, kibitzers make me nervous.

All right.

Toby?

We're going out on the lake with Mr.
Beckworth.

Gee, Mom, that's great. Thanks.

You don't know how happy you're making
him taking us with you.

Well, believe me, it's my pleasure.

Thanks for cooperating, Mr. Mannix.

Where are they?

All in good time.

Would you mind leading against the car,
please?

I'm sure you know how it's done.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

Okay, I've done my part.

Now, what about my secretary and her
son?

We're not quite finished, I'm afraid.

Would you get in the car, please?

To go where?

Please.

In the front seat.

Good afternoon, Mr. Mannix.

If anything has happened to Peggy or her
son... Just relax, Mr. Mannix, and it

will all be over quite soon.

Any trouble?

No trouble at all.

Mr. Mannix has been very cooperative.

What about you?

Oh, just fine. The woman and the boy are
on the lake fishing, having a good time

with my uncle.

They'll be back at five, exactly.

We'll have just enough time.

All right, Mannix.

It's a little dark room.

It'll all be over in about 15 minutes or
so.

So I hope you didn't play any games with
that little metal cylinder.

Because if you did, I pull this trigger,
and the shot that kills you will be a

signal to my uncle on the lake, and the
boat will capsize.

You see, my uncle isn't a very good
swimmer.

Oh, I dare say the papers will probably
praise his valiant but unsuccessful

efforts to save the woman and the little
boy.

But then, of course, you won't be around
to suffer the heartbreak of it all.

Thank you, Mr. Mannix.

We're leaving.

Oh, uh, when do I get my secretary and
her boy?

You'll find the cabin in that direction,
Mr. Mannix.

Don't worry.

Nothing's happened to them.

Just follow along the link.

Maddox.

Hi, Toby.

Oh, why shouldn't we be?

Look, uh, those fellas that were here...
Mr. Beckwith and his nephew? Yeah, what

did they do? What happened?

Do? Nothing.

Mr. Beckwith took us fishing.

Um... Toby, honey... Go get Mama your
handkerchief in the bedroom. It's in my

suitcase or somewhere, I think.

Okay, Joe, what is it?

You were kidnapped.

Oh, that's ridiculous. We came here on
our own. You were kidnapped by your Mr.

Beckwith and his nephew.

Now, whether you know it or not, you
were hostages.

But why? What for?

Well, they wanted something from me. If
I didn't deliver, they were gonna...

Drowned you and Toby in a lake. So I
delivered.

Delivered what?

That undeveloped film Tully took. I had
it. They wanted it.

Film? Yeah.

Of Daryl Andrews.

Oh, that bank robbery about four months
ago.

Yeah.

But I still don't understand how they
knew you were coming here.

Look, Peggy.

When you went to the real estate agent's
office to pick up the keys for this

house... Was there anyone else there?

There was a man waiting his turn behind
me.

We chatted.

About coming here for the week, just you
and Toby alone?

Yes, among other things.

Did he come in after you did?

Why, yes.

What did he look like?

A businessman, I thought.

Well -dressed, polite, carried a
briefcase.

That's one of them.

What did the other one look like?

Uh, elderly.

Hefty. Like a nice old... Uncle?

Yeah, but what'd he look like? Like
that.

Like a nice old pleasant man.

I took a picture of him.

You took a picture of him?

Mm -hmm. Where's your camera?

Right here.

I took a picture of him through that
window when they were first coming to

house for the first time with the fish.

Is the film still on the camera?

Mm -hmm.

Good boy, Toby.

Unless I'm very badly mistaken, that is
Mr.

Daryl Andrews.

Well, here's the general bill with the
man that came to the bank that day with

the others, said he was Daryl Andrews,
but that man was bearded.

Now, beards can be grown and shaved off.

I'm sorry, I just can't say.

Mr. Kimbrough, four men walked into your
bank office that day, supposedly to

talk to you about a bank loan.

They talked for a while before they
pulled a gun on you.

They walked behind you to the vault.
Now, that must have taken a minute or

They held a gun on you while you
unlocked the vault.

They made you place money in five large
briefcases.

That must have taken another four or
five minutes.

They then took you outside to the car,
drove you away, and then let you out

ten blocks away from the bank.

Now, this man was one of them.

How can you not recognize him?

I'm sorry.

I think... You think what, Mr.
Kimbrough?

Well, I don't know. I'm not sure.

You're not sure of what? That you do
recognize the man?

Don't you think I want to help?

Have you any idea what this robbery did
to me?

Contrary to any notion that you may
have, Mr. Maddox, a bank is a rich man.

It's a job. Often enough, it's just a
job.

And I'm getting on.

I had looked forward to retirement.

With some security, some promise of
ease.

Have you any idea what this robbery did
to that plan?

It almost killed it.

When you handle other people's money,
you're responsible.

And when something goes wrong, you are
the scapegoat.

You hear some of my own people talk, you
think that I robbed the bank.

Since the robbery, new accounts have
fallen off drastically.

Some old ones, very good ones, too, have
been withdrawn.

People lose faith, Mr. Mannix, in the
bank and me.

If you imagined a beard, there might be
some slight resemblance, but I don't

know. I don't really know.

You see, when this happened, I was
frightened.

Voices and faces and appearances just
seemed so unreal.

I know it's whispered behind my back
that if I had acted with any gumption, I

could have outfaced the robbers, defied
them.

There were a lot of people around
standing back helpless because I was

And if I had shown the least bit of
courage, they might have made a move.

The robbers would have been caught then
and there. But they didn't make a move

because in my terror, I kept telling
them to stand back.

Now, if I make an identification for you
now from this photograph, Mr. Mannix,

then I'm mistaken.

I'll be judged to be even a bigger fool
than I'm thought to be now, and I cannot

risk that.

I cannot jeopardize what little future
is left to me now.

All right, Mr. Kimbrough.

Thank you.

I'll let myself out.

Good night, then.

Mr. Maddox, just a minute.

May I see that photograph again?

Oh, sure.

You know, I think...

Suddenly something, something clicked in
my mind. Yes, that man, the bank. This

man used to work in the bank several
years ago for a short time.

Are you sure? I think so.

In the executive training program, I
think.

What was his name?

I don't know.

But the bank would have that. His name,
address, references, everything.

Can you remember anything about him for
now?

No, nothing. Well, yes.

He was a quiet man.

Certainly not the...

You all right?

He tried to kill me.

Well, that could have been meant for me,
Mr. Kimbrough.

Mr. Kimbrough, I heard a noise.

Oh, Mr. Kimbrough, are you all right,
sir? Are you hurt?

What happened? He's all right.

Oh, yes, Ben. Yes, I'm all right. I'm
going back to bed.

Yes, sir.

I was beginning to think that...

Daryl Andrews was a cool, careful
operator.

I was wrong.

He's getting desperate.

I have the information, Mr. Alex.

It's Charles Vincent Addison, single,
born March the 3rd, 1924, Newington,

Connecticut. His address is 1206 Dunstan
Way.

His address and past references going
back to 1960.

Shall I call the police? No. Let me
check out that address first.

He wouldn't still be there. He wouldn't
be such a fool.

Why not?

It's probably his real name, Charles
Addison.

I've got a hunch that these references
are valid.

They are. The bank is very careful about
checking references.

Well, then Charles Addison is in the
clear.

That is, until we can prove that he's
also Daryl Andrews.

Doc will be thrown a minute.

You know what he's going to say?

That Addison was painting a roof. He
slipped on the wet paint. The fall

him. Accident.

Well, there is a skid mark on the fresh
paint where he could have slipped. Now,

that was put thereafter.

He was pushed off that roof by one of
his buddies.

All right. You and Peggy show up here
tomorrow morning, okay?

Sure.

I want to hear everything, Joe.

For the record, from the time you went
to Tully's house day before yesterday.

And I want to hear Peggy's story, too. I
want to find out about what happened up

at that cabin. I told you.

From her.

Right.

Joe. Yeah?

Why didn't Wes Tully develop that film
to begin with?

Well, I got a hunch he was going to, and
then he found out he was being

followed. He didn't want to let the film
out of his possession, so he hid it in

a porcelain figure and told me about it.

Like he said, just in case.

Eat

your

sandwich.

You know what Addison did for a living?

He translated Greek poetry.

Well, then why would he become involved
in a bank robbery?

Maybe Greek poetry didn't pay.

Oh, with brains like that, certainly he
could have found something else to do.

Yeah, he did.

He translated Latin poetry, too.

It's still hard to believe.

What is that, a dedicated intellectual
like Steve, too?

Four dedicated intellectuals. But
murder, Joe?

I think murder was forced on him when
West Tully started getting too close.

There was pictures of Addison or
Andrews. So they had to kill him.

Yeah, I'll get him.

Hello, Mr. Maddox. This is Martin
Kimbrough.

I've some very vital new information for
you about Charles Addison.

I think it will lead you to his
accomplices.

Um... What is it, Mr. Kimbrough?

Some papers they sent over from the bank
files.

I can explain better in person.

And where are you?

I'm at home.

I'll be there.

Good.

You did very well.

Oh, don't feel so bad, Mr. Kimbrough.

Nothing's going to happen to you, if you
behave.

Thank you.

To your health, Mr. Kimbrough.

Excuse me.

Answer the door, Mr. Kimbrough.

Please?

No.

Answer the door.

Maddox, come in, Kimbrough.

Easy, Mr. Maddox.

They forced me, Mr. Maddox.

Brocannon forced me.

To the library, please, gentlemen.

You first, Mr. Kimbrough.

Take that chair, Mr. Kimbrough, please.

Tie him up.

Would you bring the car around the
front, please?

I, uh, take it I'm going for a little
ride.

You take it right, Mr. Mannix.

What about Mr. Kimbrough?

Oh, Mr. Kimbrough.

Mr. Kimbrough's not gonna cause us any
trouble?

Are you?

Because if he talks...

You know that, don't you?

Drop it.

Now stay where you are.

So it was you behind this all the time.

That attempt on your life last night,
that was just to throw suspicion off

yourself.

Stay where you are.

The act you put on in there.

That was all staged for the benefit of
old faithful Ben, wasn't it?

He can back you up later in court.

Men broke in, forced you to call me
here.

Killed me and got away.

That leaves you in the clear, doesn't
it?

I'll shoot.

What did you have in mind when you
retired?

Numbered bank account in Switzerland?
You and your buddies, a nice life of

retired gentlemen?

I will shoot.

I mean it.

Why don't you?

Your buddies were able to. They killed
Addison and West Tully.

Why can't you?

It's pretty easy to give an order to
kill, isn't it?

But to do it yourself?

No.

You're too much of a gentleman,
Kimbrough.

Call the police.

Have them send along an ambulance, too.

Ben, go on.

Mr. Kimbrough won't be giving any more
orders.