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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production, starring Buddy Ebsen. Also

Lee Merriweather, Mark Shearer, with guest stars

John Rubenstein, John Lenn,

Susan Sullivan.

Tonight's episode, Deadline for Dying.

Hey,

relax, relax.

We got 40 ,000 acres of privacy.

All right, could you show me where that area is that they call by that code

name, uh, uh, Blue Hill? It's right here.

It's that elevation you see right up there.

Okay, Mr. Roth.

How about some names? I don't have any names.

Oh, come on. I'm a newspaper man.

I told you, I'll protect the secrecy of my sources right down to the grave.

That's an ill choice of words, Mr. Christopher.

My source of information has expressed a very real fear of getting killed if

this isn't handled properly.

All right, but you're a member of the state land board. It makes perfect

And that's the only reason that I'm talking to you. I believe that I was

into voting what I thought was in the public interest.

All right, but even so, as a member of the board, it makes perfect sense that

you should have some knowledge of the names yourself.

You see, the last time we spoke, you said that the Land Ecological

was backed up by about a million dollars from a private source, and that's what

helped them stop the Stonehurst Company from taking all this over and turning it

into a big ski resort. Now, is that true?

I'm convinced now that's a fact. This other group wants it for its own

Now, it sounds to me like you've got members of your own board who are being

bought and paid for.

Who are they?

I don't know yet.

Mr. Ross, if I don't have names, I don't have a story.

Now, is your deep throat going to come through for you or not?

I can give you the names that you'll need within 24 hours.

She promised me.

She? What?

I just said she.

No, no, no, no, no. You misunderstood me. Now, look, no more. Not now.

Don't try to contact me.

I'll be in touch.

Say, fella, you know what you just did?

What? You just talked yourself to death.

Ben used to say, better get a new picture for the office, Maureen. People

beginning to ask if you're my daughter.

Is this all?

I guess.

Two boxes for 20 years.

You've got to find out who did this, Mr. Jones.

I'll certainly do my best.

Believe me, I am not imposing on Betty's friendship. I'm hiring you. This was

not an accident.

Ben was either murdered or he...

I just want you to find out. We were told by the sheriff that someone called

who did not identify themselves and said that your husband's body was seen lying

at the base of the cliff.

But who?

I mean, who wouldn't identify himself?

I sent someone out to the sheriff's substation to see if they could learn

anything. The deputy said there was nothing suspicious.

I know an accident apparently fell while inspecting property his commission was

involved in. He said that your husband was either murdered or...

And you kind of left the oar hanging there. Did that mean anything?

I might as well say it. There might have been another woman.

Let me know. Please, Betty. It's been driving me crazy.

But I mean, sometimes... You know, when... When men reach

Ben's age, they become vulnerable.

Why do you say that about Ben?

I was coming from the market a couple of weeks ago, and I went to make... A

phone call, and Ben was on the other phone... talking to a woman and making a

date to meet her.

Maureen, that could have been completely innocent.

He said it was his secretary.

I know Beatrice's voice, and it wasn't her.

I'm sorry, I mean it to her thing?

Yes, but I'm getting used to it.

Mrs. Ross, this is, uh...

Jedediah Jones.

Uh, it's J -R. How do you do?

How do you do?

The J is for Jedediah. That's, uh, pure Tennessee.

The R is for Romano of the Chicago Romanos.

Uh, yeah. See, I always eat my lasagna with a side order of grits.

Got anything new?

Well, it's a routine accident report for me.

But I thought you might be interested in this.

This Ben Ross' car?

Mm -hmm. Exactly where they found it.

Question. Why is the door open?

Well, he could have stepped out to look at something or meet somebody.

Right. So I asked if the key was in the ignition, and it wasn't.

They found it in his pocket.

Well, he could have come back to the car, opened the door to get in.

Did Ben have any appointment book that might tell us whether or not he went out

there to meet somebody that day?

You know, I thought something was missing.

Ben had a daily ledger, and he kept it religiously.

Beatrice? Yes?

Um, I can't seem to find Ben's daily ledger. Have you seen it?

Why, no.

He always kept it there near the telephone.

Has anyone else been in here?

Just that young reporter from the Chronicle.

Reporter? Well, yes, Larry Christopher.

He said he was doing a story on a dedicated public servant.

I didn't think you'd mind. I let him look through things.

it, Elliot.

Larry's making some moves that could embarrass the Chronicle if this whole

turns sour.

First reporting a death anonymously, then swiping the guy's appointment book.

Oh, come on, Max. This is the new journalism.

Oh, give me that.

I was hijacking grand jury records before you were born.

All right, fellas.

Let's, uh, let the ends justify the means.

If that end is the truth. Well, the truth is Ben Ross was murdered.

Yes, but you saw no one before or after.

I saw Ben Ross.

This guy was so careful, he would shave with gloves on.

Step off of a cliff in broad daylight?

Come on.

Come on, Max, you gave me the go -ahead on this. Why the red flag all of a

sudden? Well, if the names are as big as Ross intimated, the lawsuits will be

just as big.

When you get to be managing editor, that crosses your mind.

Especially when your only source just went over a cliff.

Well, I think he helped me with that before he died.

He said she promised him names.

I think his source was a woman.

Well, that's pretty thin, Larry.

Yeah, well, thick or thin, I'm gonna go after it. It's all I got.

I'm gonna check out every she that Ben Ross talked to or even tipped his hat to

for the last two months.

I'm gonna find her.

And if the Chronicle can't pay for my mileage, I'll do it myself.

Like hell you will.

You hired this boy, Max.

And if there's no stopping him, I think the Chronicle should afford a little

more gas.

Okay.

Meanwhile, this goes back.

If our new journalist here is right about a murder, I don't want us to be

holding material evidence.

Thank you.

Keep an eye on him, Maxim.

And keep me posted.

Right.

Oh, Max.

Oh, Barnaby.

A lot of culture.

What can I do for you?

You want to poke through the morgue? No, I'm looking for one of your reporters.

Larry Christopher?

No sooner said. Larry.

Someone to see you.

Drop by later, will you, Barnaby?

Got to grab some lunch and make a delivery.

Sure. Good to see you.

Larry Christopher?

Yeah, if you're looking for the payment on my rig back there, it's in the mail.

Well, I'm sure the loan company will be happy to hear that.

There is something you could do for me.

My name is Barnaby Jones. I'm a private investigator.

Yeah, what can I do for you?

If you took a ledger from Ben Ross's office this morning, you could give it

me. Wait a minute.

That's a little fast, Mr. Jones.

Mrs. Ross and I were packing up Ben's things. The ledger was missing.

The secretary said you were the only one in there ahead of us. Did you take it?

Do you mind if I ask you exactly what is your interest in this ledger?

I think we'll get along a lot better if only one of us asks the question. Did

you take it?

Well, yes. As a matter of fact, I did. I picked it up by accident with my camera

and my tape recorder.

It's already on the way back to the office.

Would you tell Mrs. Ross not to worry, please? I hope there's no harm done.

Listen, I gotta run.

Nice talking to you.

Well, Elliot, when you called, it sounded like old times.

That kiss was not like old times.

Now, please, Ruth, let's not start in on that again, hmm?

Sure.

What's less interesting, darling?

Yesterday's newspaper or yesterday's love affair?

Must you turn every visit into a confrontation, Ruth?

Well, I see you so seldom.

Maybe I'm hungry for some kind of a reaction.

Times change, Ruth.

Don't they, though?

And I don't think I'm treating you too badly.

Not every struggling interior decorator lives quite as well as you do.

Oh.

I'm suitably appreciative, Elliot, believe me.

But I do think you've gotten your money's worth out of the house.

And me.

Now, don't be crass, darling.

It's beneath you.

My, my, my, my, my. That's almost flattery. Thank you.

Did you hear about Ben Ross?

I still take your newspaper, for old time's sake.

You were a friend of his, weren't you?

Ben Ross was a friend of my brother's, Elliot. They went to school together

in town.

Ah.

But I remember seeing him here at a couple of parties.

They were your parties, darling, if you'll remember.

Someone said they saw you with, uh...

Ben Ross a few days before he had his accident.

I might have bumped into him somewhere. I really don't recall.

What's all this interest in Ben Ross, anyway?

Oh, there's been talk that he might have committed suicide. I just wonder if he

indicated anything to you.

No. No, I mean, I don't even recall seeing him, not for some time, actually.

Well, it's no matter I have got to go

It's she, I'm sure of it.

That's too bad.

This place is a natural target for burglars, Carl.

Make it tonight.

I, uh, don't want her alive anymore.

And able to talk to anyone else.

Catch Larry Christopher?

I caught him, but he got away.

Well, you know where to find me, eh?

Well, Max, you are a creature of habit. You've been having lunch in this place

every day for 20 years.

Almost.

What's your interest in Christopher?

I'm interested in a ledger that he took from Ben Ross's desk day.

Oh? You know Ben Ross?

No, but my daughter -in -law Betty is a friend of Mrs. Ross, and I'm looking

into her husband's death.

Terrible accident.

That you never know.

Max, don't tell me that they're putting bologna in the Caesar salad now.

What are you angling at, Barnaby?

Your young Christopher told the secretary that he was writing a feature

Ben Ross, a devoted public servant.

So? Come on, Max. You never handle a day -old story in your life.

If you'd had a feature story on Ben Ross in the works, you'd have printed it on

page one, ready or not, the day after he died.

All right, by the way.

I'll level with you.

It could be a big story in the making.

I can't tell you anymore. I have reason to believe that Ross was meeting someone

out there where he fell to his death.

Now, if your reporter, Christopher, accidentally picked up that ledger from

Ross's desk, he could also have been that someone.

Here's the book.

I was going to return it after lunch.

I'll save you the trip.

Fair enough.

And I'll save you some legwork.

I promise to keep it to yourself until we know it all.

Max, have you ever known me to unintentionally hurt anybody?

Ben Ross learned from someone.

That whole land ecological association was a phony front.

Someone wants that land bad.

For some other reason.

Who?

Unfortunately, Ross died before his source could tell him.

Was there a woman involved?

Why do you ask?

No reason, but there are some loose ends.

Did you notice that somebody tore three pages out of this ledger?

I wonder who that could have been.

I wouldn't know.

Well, I just hope that your boy Larry isn't covering up more than he's

uncovering.

Actually, the Stonehurst Company was asking for a long -term lease on only 9

,000 of the 40 ,000 acres.

Flat fee plus a graduated percentage of the revenues when the place became a ski

resort. What about the Land Ecological Association?

That's where it gets a little fuzzy.

They had a corporate charter, but it's now listed as inactive.

They were going great guns about a year ago.

Gangbusters. I was talking to one of the guys I met at the ad agency here, and

he said that he figures the association must have spent more than a million

bucks on advertising and promotion to, quote, save the wilderness for the

people. Was that a bargain?

Well, I talked to one of the girls in charge of circulating petitions and

collecting donations, and she said it was a joke.

Jokes are punchlines. What is it?

Well, Barnaby, the punchline is that the people...

only donated some $30 ,000 to $40 ,000 to the association, which means that

close to a million dollars came from some angel.

You called?

Yes, did Beatrice locate those phone numbers that were on the three pages

were missing?

Every one, she says. They have to keep a record for expense auditing.

I, um, probably checked them all.

Suppose you two figure that you can run this office by yourselves, huh?

What's a team without a coach, right?

Right.

All right, let's check the signals here.

Well, Ben Ross called a lot of miscellaneous numbers, which fortunately

recognized. And then I marked off two of the numbers down here that he called on

all three days. One is his home, she said.

What's this one?

Well, I would have dialed it, but I didn't want to say the wrong thing,

Surrounded by relatives here.

Daughter -in -law.

Cousin.

What do they call that?

Nepotism.

Good afternoon, Lawson Plaza.

Yes, I was just calling to check this number. Is this 5556765?

This is the switchboard, sir. I intercepted because apparently the

that number have gone for the day.

Well, uh...

I was asked to call a party at this number in regard to a TV repair.

I never would have thought of that. All us Blood Joneses are natural liars.

Oh, I'm sorry, but the Benningtons haven't moved in their new condominium

It's still being decorated.

You know, if you call back tomorrow, perhaps one of the workmen there can

you some more information.

Yes, yes. Thank you very much. I'll do that.

How do you like that?

What? Ben Ross.

I've been making regular calls to an empty apartment.

I tell you, I don't know any Ben Ross.

Sir, would you take a look at these pages, please?

I tore these out of Ben Ross' desk ledger. See that number right there?

That's the number of the Lawson Plaza. Ben Ross called that number every

afternoon at the same time, and he also came to see you there.

That's a lie.

Well, if that's a lie, you better get straight with the manager of that place

because he's ready to swear that he saw you with Ben Roy several times in the

condominium that you were decorating for the Benningtons.

Look, if you're not out of here in five seconds, I'm calling the police.

Miss Sorrell, look, I don't have anything against you at all.

I'm just trying to get my facts straight for a story.

Now, if you call the police, I'll be forced to tell them that perhaps you can

explain why Ben Ross was murdered.

immediate concern for somebody you never even heard of.

Get out.

I'll have to come back.

You know that, don't you? If it's not me, it'll be somebody else.

There are a lot of questions that need answering here about the Land Ecological

Association and the Stonehurst Company.

What does Blue Hill stand for?

Look, I don't understand a word that you're saying.

I know for a fact that Ben Ross got all his information from a woman.

You are that woman, aren't you?

Look, if the Chronicle prints a word of it... I never

told you I was from the Chronicle.

Only person who knew that was Ben Ross.

I want you out of here, now.

It isn't customary to show the units at this hour, but if you'd like to see a

model... Well, I don't think that'll be necessary. My name is Barnaby Jones. I'm

a private investigator.

Oh, no, just a moment. Take it easy. We're not keyholes.

What? What my associate means is that we'd like to make an inquiry, a discreet

inquiry, as to whether you've seen this man entering or leaving one of your

vacant units.

Yes.

He came to visit the decorator in the Bennington condominium three or four

times. But I assure you, there is nothing lascivious going on in the

Plaza during the day.

I wouldn't bet on it.

You've seen that picture before?

As a matter of fact, not more than two hours ago, a young man was here

inquiring. I told him the same thing.

Miss Sorrell saw this man a few times, professionally, I assure you. Miss

Sorrell, that's the interior decorator?

Ruth Sorrell.

Talented, I presume, though her tastes are a bit flamboyant for my liking.

Well, thank you very much.

You've been a big help.

This is a nice joint.

What do these places usually go for?

Go for?

Well, let's go.

Somebody's two hours ahead of us.

Is there anybody there?

Get some shots of the bedroom where the jewels were taken. You figure it was

robbery, Lieutenant?

And dust that whole rail.

Just a snap conclusion, Barnaby. The French doors in the living room were

open. The jewel box was rifled. She surprised him. He killed her.

Robbery, homicide. You can look around, but don't touch.

I told Stan I want those jewel cases shot in place.

I want to know who was two hours ahead of us, Barnaby.

So this is where he came in.

Oh, man, look at this. You could open this with a butter knife.

Don't leave any prints.

I don't have to bail you out.

They're not going to find any fingerprints here.

These second -story guys sleep with their gloves on.

Pretty safe bet that this was not a burglary.

What do you mean? I thought Fiddle said the jewel cases were empty.

He also said that the police were alerted by a neighbor who had heard a

When the neighbor tried to call here, he got a busy signal.

Well, they got two phones off the hook. Maybe he chased her from one room to

another.

No, he would never have come in here if Bruce Sorrell had been in the room.

You've got to let your mind make pictures for you, J .R. Okay, it was

So he sneaked upstairs.

She tried to phone.

He surprised her. She ran downstairs, grabbed the phone, and then he carried

upstairs and threw her off the balcony.

Let's say that he came in this room, took his phone off the hook, knowing

she was upstairs.

That's not a jewelry thief.

They know the odds.

Meaning they'd risk one to ten years, but it'll back off if it looks like

they're tangling a possible murder.

Someday, J .R., you're gonna be a big help to me.

Now that I can picture.

That looks like it. They were torn from one of those missing pages, right?

Yeah. Let me get back to the office.

Go to the lab and take a look.

What do you want?

A little hospitality would hurt.

What the hell's going on here? First, watch your language.

Second, why don't you tell us what's going on here?

Are you awake enough to tell us what you were doing at Ruth Sorrell's house last

night?

I don't know any Ruth Sorrell.

Wrong.

You tore three pages out of Ben Ross's desk ledger.

So I tore three pages.

Petty larceny.

Sue me.

We filled in the phone numbers on the missing pages and traced you to Lawson

Plaza. Which led us to Ruth Sorrell's house where we found scraps of those

on her carpet.

You're about as hard to follow as a bull through tulips, you know that?

So you have a little something more to worry about than petty larceny.

Try grand theft and murder.

Murder? What are you talking about?

For a newspaper man, you're not exactly a newsie.

Ruth Sorrell was murdered last night.

And the police would like to know who was with her in that house.

Have you got a card we can give?

Hey, now, wait a minute.

Huh? I think he's waking up.

Max Holt has already told me that you talked to Ben Ross before he died.

Now there's a lady in the morgue.

You know, talking to you is murder.

So what do you want?

I want to know everything that you found out about those 40 ,000 acres if

somebody seems very anxious to get their hands on.

Well, this guy Ben Ross said that he had an authoritative source who told him

that that whole conservation hoopla to keep that ski resort out of those

mountains was nothing but a fraud.

Was the source Ruth Sorrell?

I don't know.

If she's dead, I may never know. She threw me out of her house last night.

And she knew I was a reporter. I didn't tell her that.

Who are you calling there?

Police. Oh, come on. You've got to give me another couple of days.

Not alone, my friend. You're accident prone.

I'm going to get police permission to take another look at Ruth Sorrell's

Oh, uh, Lieutenant Biddle, please.

Clean as a whistle.

Cops are calling it burglary homicide.

They'll hassle the fences for a few days looking for the jewelry, and when it

doesn't show up, they'll put the whole thing on a back burner.

You're sure it's all here?

Hey, no way. I wouldn't hold back the hope diamond if it could pin me to a

murder one.

I dropped a couple of baubles to make it look like a hurry -up job.

The rest is all there.

That's a very professional attitude, Carl.

I like that.

This ain't exactly amateur night, Mr. Webster.

Eliminating people anonymously requires a certain amount of finesse.

Yes.

I still think there's one left we must eliminate.

Young Larry Christopher is going to keep right on digging.

I think we should get rid of him.

That's getting pretty close to home, Mr. Webster.

Third killing is going to bring the percentages way down.

Ah, but now we're talking about the real art of finesse, Carl.

You see, I have no intention of killing young Christopher.

But I think we should bury him.

This lady must have been quite a cook.

You should see these menus for all the parties she gave.

Larry, do your names mean anything to you? A.

Pellegrini, Hoffman, Winant? No, I told you I was 24 hours short of getting any

names from Ben Ross.

Yeah, he was probably invited to the parties but didn't know who everybody

Here's his name.

Man, they ate classy at this Blue Hill Banqueting.

Look at this.

Blue Point oysters on the half shell.

I guess you thought that harmonized with Blue Hill.

Let me see that.

Blue Hill.

That was the code name of that big mountain in the middle of that whole

land.

What do you know?

All right.

Leave everything right where it is.

You have a short memory, Lieutenant. We called for permission, remember?

Covered.

You're under arrest, Christopher. What for? On what charge?

Suspicion of murder and extortion.

Take him out and read him his rights. Oh, come on. That's ridiculous.

Hey, Jones.

Is this your idea of a joke?

It's not a joke, Lieutenant.

If you knew anything about this Barnaby, I could lift your license.

We still don't know anything about it.

Your friend there had a neat little sideline to his newspaper career.

Extortion and murder are hardly a sideline.

You're probably right.

Snooping around as a newspaper man, he discovered that the late Ruth Sorrell

here was having a little affair with one respected public servant, Ben Roth,

also lately deceased.

He'd been blackmailing them.

When they decided to stop paying off and turn him in, he killed them both.

That steely -eyed look, Lieutenant, means you've got plenty of evidence.

The Sorrell jewels were just found in Christopher's apartment, along with an

envelope containing $10 ,000 in cash.

Now, that's a little much for a cub reporter to have in his piggy bank,

you say?

Depends on who pointed you at the piggy bank.

Solid gold citizen, Barnaby.

None other than Christopher's own boss, Mr. Elliot Webster himself.

Mr.

Jones, I'm Elliot Webster.

Hello.

Hi, Max.

Barnaby?

I take it you've heard the bad news.

Yeah, trouble's fast.

I understand you were investigating the death of Ben Ross, Mr. Jones.

This must come as a second shock to his widow. It's a terrible thing. Terrible.

You told her yet, Barnaby?

No, I thought I'd come over here and sort of pick the birdshot out of the

before I delivered it.

Well, the way it looks, your client is just going to have to bite the bullet.

It's incredible.

In this day and age, a man paying blackmail to hide a passing

Ben Ross, I take it, was of the old school.

Yeah, I guess he was.

You know, it's surprising.

I understand, Mr.

Webster, that it was you who passed along the anonymous phone tip to the

Yes.

The Chronicle is in the business of truth, Mr. Jones.

No matter who gets hurt.

I admit, I...

Did a lot of soul -searching.

I didn't want to believe it at first, one of our own people pretending to be

working on a big story, duping us all, while he ran his own dirty little

extortion racket.

Any idea who the anonymous caller may have been?

No, just some lady who said that she was a friend of that woman who was

killed, Ruth Sorrell.

Unfortunately, her information turned out to be correct.

It's a strange world, Barnaby.

Yeah, it is.

I just don't understand why Larry Christopher would have torn three pages

a book to get in touch with a lady that he was already blackmailing.

Well, the way it looks, he was trying to get rid of any evidence that would tie

Ben Ross and Ruth Sorrell together.

Yeah, that's the way it looks.

I wonder if that's the way it is.

Well, thank you very much.

Nah, that doesn't add up, Barnaby. Larry Christopher was looking for Ruth

Sorrell, just like we were.

So let's go on with your Earth particular essence.

Ruth Sorrell.

Lived in a half -million -dollar mansion.

Entertained like Cleopatra.

Owned a bushel full of jewelry, which Ben Ross certainly didn't buy for her.

That guy was strictly a $2 tie man.

Pardon me, I think you can afford to give J .R. straight A in math.

He's absolutely right about her house, then. Who owns it?

Well, the county records show that the house at that address is owned by a

Kenray Corporation.

Does that ring any bells with you?

No.

J .R., you have just been appointed official bell ringer. Find out

you can about Kenray Corporation.

Corporate offices, holdings, subsidiaries, if any like that?

Like that.

That young man that worked for the brokerage office that studied law with

he could be a big help. Right. And keep your eyes open for any reference to

something called Blue Hill.

I would have knocked, but I always wanted to catch geniuses at work. Hi,

Well, Lieutenant, we knew you wouldn't let us down.

This is not voluntary.

You had this young Chicago hoodlum of yours call me, making wild threats.

Oh?

Gelidaya?

I only said that if he didn't want to be so embarrassed, he'd have to take a

sick leave now until his pension came up. I've got it all written down, kid,

word for word.

Here's a picture of the Sorrel jewels.

Oh, will you look at that.

The only one who's embarrassed so far is Larry Christopher. We found them in his

dresser.

Now, would you mind telling me what this is all about?

Lieutenant, I'm not sure that I know myself yet. Oh, come on, Barnaby.

But if my hunch is right, the key to this whole thing is not who stole those

jewels.

What made you to believe that any of these items were purchased here, Mr.

Well, I tried a couple of other shops, and then I say to myself, some of these

pieces are the best.

They could only have come from here.

These two and these three here, they're our work.

By golly, you just can't conceal real artistry.

You mind telling me who bought them?

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's not our policy to reveal the names of our clientele.

Yeah, I can appreciate that, but since there was a murder involved, I try to

keep the police from barging in and demanding the same information.

Good heavens.

Yeah, it does kind of rattle the chandeliers when that happens.

In strictest confidence, of course.

Of course.

I think I remember something about that.

Something wrong?

Oh, indeed not. The purchase orders were all correct.

These items weren't purchased by an individual.

They were purchased by a company.

The Kenray Corporation?

How did you know?

Well, that's a company that seems to travel first class. Thank you very much.

What's the matter with your car?

What are you doing?

California way to double park.

What can I tell you? I learn fast.

You learn anything else fast?

Well, I have been going through corporate structures and annual reports

eyes burn. And let me tell you, the Kenray Corporation is big, big, believe

What do they enter?

Everything from textiles to mining, you name it. I found at least 20 companies

they own so far.

Mining? Yeah, here it is.

The Sun Future Mining Company, copper.

Copper. Blue Hill.

I wonder if one of the directors is a guy named Pellegrini. Sound familiar?

Yeah, he was one of the guests at our ladies' dinner, you know, with the blue

points and blue plates.

Oh, yeah, the blue plate. Well, it looks like they've got a lot more on their

plate now, too.

My buddy wasn't supposed to tell me this, something about SEC regulations,

there is a rumor that there's going to be a very big copper strike and the

is just going crazy.

That would support a hefty contribution to the Land Ecological Association.

Wait, wait. What did I tell you the best?

The Kenray Corporation is also into paper mills and publishing.

Chronicle. Got it, coach.

I want you to go right down and fill in Lieutenant Biddle.

Come on, Barnaby, me?

Yes, you, Jedediah.

You could use a few brownie points.

I want to talk to a man about...

business of truth.

If you think we can get the new presses on the same floor space, you get me all

the cost figures.

Mr. Webster?

Well, Jones, I didn't know you were this interested in the newspaper business.

Yes, I'm interested in all kinds of business.

Newspaper.

Mining. Matter of fact, anything that Chen Ray Corporation is involved with.

I'd like you to come down to the police with me and explain it all to Lieutenant

Biddle.

What kind of absurd rambling is this, Jones?

I'm a very busy man.

Yes, I imagine you are very busy.

Keeping the truth out of all those pages down there.

Now, that is rubbish.

And I don't have to listen to it.

I think you had better listen, Mr. Webster.

Ben Ross.

was murdered because he was getting too close to Blue Hill.

That's the mountain of copper that Ken Ray Corporation wants.

Ruth Sorrell was murdered in a house that belongs to Ken Ray Corporation.

You just had one of your reporters arrested for stealing jewelry that was

by Ken Ray Corporation, so I think you better come with me.

In order to get Larry out of the way for good, Webster plants 10 grand and the

jewelry at his house, blows a whistle on him.

You know how police and whistles are.

I suppose you had that all figured out, huh?

Barnaby, I want you to keep this guy on a leash.

Oh, the Jedediah part, it's just a puppy dog. It's the Romano part that keeps

barking all the time.

I understand that Elliot's driver, Carl Hickman, has been singing his head off.

Yes, he's been trying very hard to make the prison glee club instead of death

row. He was ordered to kill Ben Ross and then Ruth Sorrell.

Left his old girlfriend.

When the love affair turned sour, so did she.

Let that be a lesson to you, gentlemen.

I suppose you have to keep this for evidence, huh, John?

I was just asking.

Well, Max, I promise you a lot of big names on this story.

Do we print it?

That's what they make ink for, kid.

When the heads roll, the presses roll.

The spelling name's right.

Jones is spelled J -O -N -E -S.

Come on.

Which reminds me, Lieutenant.

I got this ticket for a little California double parking, you see, and

thinking that because I did you a big favor, you know, the least... Barnaby?

I never saw this kid before in my life.

Come on, this is serious. Look, what do you say, Lieutenant? I'm just a poor kid

from Chicago.

You know, I'm a starving future lawyer. I can't afford something like this.