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

Lee Merriweather, Mark Shera, with guest stars

Catherine Cannon, Jess Walton, Robert

Mandan, Jerry Hauser, Jeff

Conaway.

Tonight's episode, The Killer on Campus.

Don't worry.

They can't get out until we let them out.

Look, I don't know about this, Jeff.

I mean, you know, sometimes people can die from bee stings.

What a shame.

Then Kemper couldn't flunk me and foul up my graduation.

Come on.

to be to sleep in there. I told you, I called ten minutes ago. There's nobody

home. They're stinging me.

Just shut up and lock the cover. It hurts.

Oh, my God.

How about that?

He's dead.

He sure is.

Jeff, we did it to him.

He's screwy.

All we did was shake him up a little with some stunts.

Hey, we better get out of here.

Come on, let's go.

Lieutenant Biddle's office just sent over the preliminary report on that

suicide last night.

Um, would you like me to make a reservation for you at some place really

for tonight?

Reservation? Mm -hmm.

Well, she must really be some kind of a lady to get you to wear one of these.

Tuxedo?

Try it on for me. I bet you look terrific in it.

I haven't worn one of these since Calvin Coolidge's inauguration.

I used to make them a little different then.

I'd love to sit here.

One tuxedo, Mr. Jones, Jones Detective Agency.

Come on, fess up. Who's the lucky lady?

Well, whoever she is, obviously, I wasn't intended to take her out.

Let's get it done.

Vicki, listen to me. You're going to love this. Now, look, it's the law

big spring formal. I mean, you miss this.

You're going to be missing the big social event of the season.

What's in Hawaii? Hawaii's a couple of beaches and a few volcanoes. It's

Oh, oh, oh, you've got the commercial.

I see the modeling job came through, yeah.

No, no, no, of course I'm happy for you. Don't be silly.

Look, why don't you call me when you get back?

Yeah, okay.

I'll talk to you.

What's the matter, JR?

Can't you get a date?

Well, I'm afraid it's an epidemic of everybody having the busies.

Well, before you try to carry the epidemic, maybe you can clear something

me. This garment was charged to a Mr. Jones.

Was that Casey, John Paul, or yours truly?

Well, now, listen, Warner, I had to charge it to you because I was a little

short of cash, you see, but I promise you that I'll pay you back after the

of the month.

Yeah, I know. Day late and a dollar short.

Come on, I'll give you a chance to make some overtime.

Where are we going?

Rutledge College.

Oh, Rutledge College. Hey, relax.

It's co -ed. Maybe you can find a date there.

Good thinking.

Good thinking.

Man, I thought there'd be more of them.

More of what?

Girls? I thought we'd be up to our eyeballs in coeds here.

Well, this is a spring vacation, Jedediah. A lot of students go home for

holidays.

Not all of them.

Excuse me, could you tell us where we can find the dean of men?

Yeah, Dean Carson. He's right over there.

Thank you very much.

Come on, Jedediah.

Jedediah.

We'll talk about it later.

Dean Carson?

Yes.

Is there something I can do for you?

Well, nothing that couldn't have waited until after your conversation with the

young lady.

The young lady is my wife.

My name is Barnaby Jones. This is my associate, Jedediah Jones.

Are you two the private investigators?

The Board of Governors insisted on hiring you.

I'm not quite sure why. The police were already insisting it's suicide.

The gentleman who spoke to me on the phone said that Mr. Kemper had been the

object of student pranks and harassment, and I understood that's what we were to

investigate. Student pranks?

It hardly seems a matter for private detectives.

I guess your Board of Governors feels that the fact the professor is dead is

serious. They want a complete investigation of the whole matter.

I'm sure that has nothing to do with Kemper's suicide.

He was a new, young instructor, anxious to prove himself in a tough teaching

assignment.

I think the pressure has just got to him.

I wonder if we could see where it happened.

Kemper kept a ground floor apartment.

Forby, I won't go with you if you don't mind.

I was there when they cut him down.

Yes, I can understand that.

Well, we appreciate your cooperation, Dean.

One of you get the feeling he just assumed we give this a once -over

be on our way I thought crossed my mind yet a day

Money

throw the ball will you money the ball?

It's terrific An arm like that should throw for the majors.

I can't help it.

I Couldn't sleep last night. I keep wondering if All those stunts we pulled

Kemper. I mean, if what happened to him was, you know, our fault.

Well, I guess you'd just have to ask Kemper that.

Hey, Monty.

Yeah?

Get lost.

What?

Karen.

Jeff, I was off campus last night. I just heard.

Is it true?

Yeah, Karen.

Your boyfriend strung himself up.

They took his body away an hour ago.

God, why?

Oh, come off it.

You really that broken up?

I figured you'd drop me to take Kemper on so you could do a little social

climbing.

What are you saying?

You know I was okay when you were the new chick on campus.

But dating an instructor, well, that rate's higher status -wise.

So when Kemper... Is that how you have it figured out?

Sure.

But I don't hold grudges.

I mean, I'll consider taking you back again now that you're in circulation.

Jeff, just go to hell.

Sorry, we didn't know anyone was here.

Oh, they told me to clean up after the cops got through.

I'm the custodian.

Well, do you mind straightening up a little later? We'd like to look around

first. Don't matter to me.

Do it now, do it later.

It's all the same.

Not enough time to do all they want me to do around here anyway.

That is what you call a far -out personality.

You know, it's a funny thing. This guy had a good tape deck, very professional

recording setup for dictation, but there isn't one tape here anywhere.

Well, maybe the police picked up all the tapes looking for a recorded suicide

note. Talk to Lieutenant Biddle about that, will you?

Not one lousy tape.

Did you find something?

Bees.

There's a live one over there at the window.

I've got three or four dead ones here.

Bees? I think I'll turn these over to the entomology department.

See if they can give me a portion of them.

Does it seem odd to you that somebody would rip a light cord off a lamp in

to make a noose when you've got a perfectly good rope here in its closet?

Well, maybe he forgot it was in there.

Maybe.

Well, you've seen enough.

Seen enough to make me start wondering. Let's go, Jedediah.

It's obvious what happened to these two.

Somebody swatted them.

The others?

You're right, Mr. Jones. Their stings are gone.

Some bees die after they lose their stingers, don't they?

Right you are.

There's something else about these bees. They were stolen from this lab.

What, have they got brands on them or something?

No, but they're a variety we imported from Canada.

I've been trying to develop a strain resistant to cold weather to extend

nectar gathering season and increase honey production.

And you recognize these as some of your Canadian bees?

Sure do.

Somebody forced the lab door last night, but I didn't see that anything was

missing.

Somebody must have opened it.

Tattered my door.

I'd like to know what numbskull pulled a stupid stunt like that.

Well, maybe we can find out.

How? Possible that some of the bees may have stung Kemper before he died. I'll

check with the coroner, and I'll check with the student health service, too.

See if anyone was treated for bee sting today.

Maybe the pranksters last prank backfire

Much

with you

this is not like you running off in the middle of the afternoon to get drunk.

I'm not drunk

It's not for want of trying, but I'm not.

No?

Well, then maybe we can finish our conversation about you and Dave Kemper.

Did it ever occur to you I might be a little upset?

You know, he's lying in the morgue right now.

Your respect for the dead is very commendable, Doris.

But it's your devotion to the man while he was living that I'm talking about.

Are you sure you know what you're talking about?

All right.

Let's talk about some pieces of old English silver which had been in my

family for generations.

I just happened to notice them in the window of a shop where you sold them a

month ago.

I was going to tell you about that.

Were you?

Were you also going to tell me that the money you got from them went into your

personal checking account to cover a check that your stub says was paid to

but when it came back from the bank, it was endorsed by Kemper?

Were you going to mention that?

You have been busy, haven't you?

All right, I gave the money to Dave.

But it isn't what it seems. Now, you've got to believe that.

I'm sorry.

What else can I believe?

What is with you and this jealousy?

It's getting so I don't even know you anymore. It wouldn't surprise me if you

killed him.

No.

Doris, for God's sake.

That's our boy right over there, Barnaby.

Let's get acquainted.

Oh, listen, we'll see you around seven, okay?

All right, good.

Bonnie Anderson?

Yeah? I wonder if we could ask you a few questions.

About what?

David Kemper's death.

We were hired to look into it.

Yeah, sure, I guess. Why do you want to talk to me?

Well, we were talking to a nurse over at the student center, and she gave us

your name.

She said she gave you first aid for bee stings this morning. I was just curious

as to how you got stung.

Um, well, I don't know. It just sort of happened.

Could it have happened when you were letting some bees loose last night in

Kemper's apartment?

In the first place, those aren't bee stings.

He was stung by wasps.

We were hiking in the woods yesterday, and we saw a nest, and Monty wanted to

collect it for biology class.

Only the wasps had different ideas.

Right, Monty?

Yeah. It was really dumb of me. I could have gotten stung worse.

I don't recall hearing your name, sir.

Oh, it's Jeff. Jeff Saunders. Oh, hi.

Are you acquainted with Mr. Kemper? I'm sure.

I was in his poli -sci class.

Look, um, what's this all got to do with Kemper's suicide?

We were told that, um, there'd been some malicious pranks played on Mr. Kemper,

and one of the theories was that, uh, possibly...

with somebody in his class that wasn't getting good grades.

Are you making passing grades, by the way?

As it happens, I pulled a B -plus on my midterm in poli -sci.

And I think you're trying to make a whole lot out of nothing.

See you around.

Well, it isn't too difficult to see who the brains in that pair is.

Jumped right in with that lie about the wasps, huh?

Well, there's no way to prove that was a lie.

What? On the other hand, maybe we ought to check his grades and Kemper's

clients. Well, the administration building's right over there. Let's do

Hi, Doris.

Oh, Karen.

I've been meaning to call you.

Oh, have you?

Yes, I wanted to tell you how sorry I am about Dave.

I know how close you were getting, and it must be a terrible shock for you.

That is so funny.

What? All that drippy sympathy, I'm not buying any of that from you.

Listen, Karen, I know you're upset, but... Oh, well, what about you?

Weren't you upset about Dave and me?

I mean, you were in love with him, weren't you? And then I came along and

him away?

You must be out of your mind. I was never in love with Dave.

Thank you very much. Appreciate it.

Well, I've been looking all over for you two. I just finished talking to

Lieutenant Biddle.

Does he know anything about the Kemper tapes?

There weren't any.

His men scoured that apartment from top to bottom. They were looking for some

sort of suicide message.

There wasn't tape one anywhere in the apartment.

Well, it doesn't make sense with all that tape equipment around.

Did he have anything else to say?

Only a message from the coroner that there were no bee stings on Kemper's

Does that mean something?

Could mean that he was already dead by the time they released the bees in his

apartment.

Oh, I started the background check that you wanted on Kemper.

I got the copies of his transcripts from the administration people here, but

there are a lot of things that really don't match up.

Things like what?

Well, first of all, he was supposed to have played football in college back

east.

Lineman.

But don't they usually put their big 200 -pounders on the line?

They sure do.

Kemper was about 165, according to the coroner's report. That might have made

him a running back, but never a lineman.

Another thing.

Kemper minored in art. Won all sorts of awards. But I haven't been able to find

a mention of any kind of artwork or connection with art since he's been here

campus. Maybe he gave it up.

Maybe, but Jedediah, did you see any paintings or artwork in his apartment

we were there?

Well... Now that you mention it, no, I didn't. Nothing.

Might bear looking into to discover who this David Kemper really was.

You don't think he was who he said he was?

One way to find out.

That ring finger smudged.

Better give us another go at it.

wait outside?

I would.

I still get squeamish after all these years.

Autopsies are worse.

Hi. Oh, J .R., don't do that.

I'm sorry.

Did you find out anything, Jedediah?

Yeah, I found out that Jeff Saunders lied like a rug.

He never took the midterm exam in our campus course. As a matter of fact, he's

well on his way to flunking political science, which would keep him from

graduating with his class, among other things. What else?

I lucked on with an administration secretary in one state of Jeff.

She says he has wealthy parents, and he's been getting by on charm up until

But she says his dad is fed up.

He laid down the law and said if he doesn't graduate on schedule, he's going

cut him off at the pockets, maybe for good.

Sounds like the boy had a lot riding on Kemper passing him. Or on running Kemper

off the campus before he could fail him.

I would say that Jeff Saunders has a few more questions to answer.

I'll start these through for an ID check. I'll let you know as soon as I

anything. Thank you, Lieutenant.

I'll be interested in learning whether the dead man is really Dave Kemper.

Hi, Karen.

Been thinking about my offer?

I'm busy, Joe.

Why, are you too busy for me?

A few of us less fortunate souls have to work our way through school.

So unless you're going to check out a book, how about getting lost?

You know, you keep talking like that, I'm going to think you don't like me

anymore.

Hi, Nick.

Ooh, it's a heavy cord.

Good luck.

See you later.

Can't we go someplace where we can talk? I'm working.

You want me to fix it? Where's the head librarian?

Jeff, go away.

Just get out of my life.

If you don't leave right now, I'll call the campus police and have them take you

out of here.

You haven't kept the guts.

Will you ring the campus security office, please?

Would you take over for me? I'm late for my break.

Sure, Karen. Go ahead.

Did you find them? Went over Kemper's apartment from floor to ceiling.

They just aren't there.

I was in contact with our people last night. They're very upset about the way

you messed things up.

Hey, look.

We were sent here to silence Kemper anyway.

I just did it ahead of schedule, that's all.

We were sent here to find those tapes.

Then deal with Kemper and the woman if she's here too. Now we may not get the

tapes or the woman.

I didn't plan it that way.

I was just using the chair and the noose to... break him down, to make him talk.

It was working, too. He was just about to tell me when that damn chair slipped.

What about the dean's wife?

You checked her out yet?

I'm working on it.

Her reaction yesterday wasn't exactly what you'd expect if she was in love

him. But I'm positive they were secretly seeing each other.

Listen, why don't we have lunch sometime and talk about this? Get him.

Come on.

Karen, please.

Do it. I won't say anything.

I promise.

Karen!

Okay, take care.

Barbie, I just got off the phone with Lieutenant Biddle. He'd like you to meet

him over at the college right away.

Something happened?

They found Jeff Ponder in the library basement. He did.

You were saying, Miss Bateman?

Just that I guess I was the last one to see him alive.

We were talking in there at the checkout desk where I work.

Then I went on my break.

I thought Jeff left.

But I guess he went down into the stacks to look for a book.

Slipped going down the stairs.

That's what it looks like, all right. An accident.

Well, of course.

What else could it have been?

All right, Ms. Bateman, thank you for your time.

If there's anything else I can do.

If there is, we'll be in touch.

You know, I will bet money that Jeff is behind all those pranks on Kemper.

Now he turns up dead.

Still reads like accident to me, but sure makes you wonder what's going on in

this temple of higher learning.

there, you looking face.

Bonnie!

Wait up!

Look, will you guys just leave me alone? No, Hassel, relax. We just want to ask

you a few questions, okay?

No big deal, huh?

No, Hassel, come on. Step into our office.

I got nothing to tell you.

Why, because your friend Jeff isn't around to like you anymore?

We're sorry you lost your friend, Marty.

A lot of people didn't like Jeff.

But, uh... It wasn't that bad.

We were best friends, you know?

And I guess you helped him out when he asked you, like best friends do.

For instance, the other night, you helped him put the bees in Kemper's

apartment, didn't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, we were there.

But look, Kemper was already hanging there dead when we got in.

Look, I went along with Jeff, and we did a lot of rotten things to Kemper in the

last couple of months, but... Look, I mean, I'd never go along with killing.

I expect you're telling the truth, son, but you're going to have to talk this

all out with the police, you know.

I know.

I know. It'll be good to get it off my chest.

Listen, we noticed that Kemper had a tape player and some dictation

but no tapes. You guys didn't take his tapes, did you?

No. No, nothing like that.

You see, word was around that Kemper was working on some secret project of his

own. And Jeff wanted to find out what it was, but he never could.

That was just another thing that got him burned at Kemper.

Sounds like there were a number of things that he was burned at Kemper

Was there something else besides the fact that he flunked Kemper's class?

Well, that was the main thing.

I don't know. He didn't like it that Kemper took Karen away from him.

Or that Kemper had that romance with that other woman, Mrs. Carson.

What do you mean, Dean's wife?

Well, this Kemper fella gets more interesting by the moment.

Isn't this delightful?

We had an unexpected visitor while we were both out.

I think I scared him off.

He certainly was busy up until then.

You afraid the burglar took these?

Oh, thank God.

I found them when I started straightening up.

No wonder he missed them, the way you had them squirreled away over there.

Ray, don't torment me.

What's on these tapes anyway?

Romantic interludes between you and Kemper?

Is that what you really think of me?

What am I supposed to think?

With all the deviousness, the sneaking around, giving him money behind my back.

Well, it's time I found out the worst. They say knowing beats guessing every

time. Please, please give them to me. You don't know how important they are.

That's what I'm going to find out.

I may give them back to you, Doris. But first, I'm going to listen to them in my

office. Please, if you ever cared anything...

But this is terrific.

How'd you come up with this stuff?

Once Lieutenant Bittles sent over the fingerprint identification report. It

really all downhill.

Was there a real David Kemper? Mm -hmm, but he died six years ago in an auto

crash in Nebraska.

This man took his identity with, I suspect, some government help, although

the people I've talked to have been real cozy about it.

And the man we thought was David Kemper was really a terrorist who turned

government informant. As John said, fingerprints don't lie.

Oh, and this photograph that John gave me is interesting.

It shows the underground cell that Kemper belonged to.

Yeah, there's Kemper, all right.

Well, small world.

What am I looking for?

The one with the glasses.

Unless my eyes are playing tricks on me, that is the dean's wife, Doris Carson.

Any luck?

No. And I almost got caught by Carson going through the house.

That means Doris is going to be alerted that we're on to her.

That's right.

Okay.

Can't lay back any longer.

Pick them both up.

We'll have to deal with them directly.

And after the post office bombing, we were joined by Angela Bryant and Thomas

Erickson, demolitions experts, sent down by the central cell to make sure we got

better results next time out.

Doris, check me on the spelling of Tom's last name. Was it E -R -I -C or E -R -I

-K? I'm darned if I can remember.

With a C, I'm pretty sure.

And how many bombings did he and Angela handle for us?

Four, I think. No, no, five, counting the one the police found and diffused

before it went off. Then they blew themselves up accidentally making more

than that house in Trenton.

Did I tell you I walked out of that place not ten minutes before it went up?

No, you didn't. We're lucky we all didn't get killed that year. Everything

sour. Okay, let's get that in about the bomb factory in Trenton blowing up.

So now you know.

Was he writing a book?

Yeah, I was helping him.

What was it about?

About our days in the underground.

Before he changed sides and I deserted.

Oh, he was taking it further than that. It was a whole history of the terrorist

movement in this country.

That money I gave him?

That was for an informer who was involved in the Washington and Oregon

Is that why Kemper was killed? Someone in the underground finally caught up

him?

Yeah, it must have been.

Rayton, Dave is not going to get to write that book.

I've decided to take the tapes into the authorities myself.

You can't do that. I have to.

Listen, there's information that Dave never gave the government. It's

information that could cripple what's left of the movement.

But you just said that you dropped out. You didn't have a deal with the

government. There's stuff on that tape that could put you in prison for Lord

knows how long.

Maybe not. Maybe not if I go in voluntarily.

Take a chance on losing you now.

I'll think of something. We'll go away together.

Disappear.

Ray, I have to do this.

The government needs those tapes.

We can lock them safely away and notify the FBI when we're out of reach.

You'd do that?

You'd give up everything?

Lock these up on the sideboard for now.

Let's get out of here.

All right.

Stay calm.

And you're going to drive just where I tell you to, and you won't give me any

trouble.

Or your wife dies first.

Let's go.

from that spot.

You sure nobody's going to come in here? They lock this place up during the

spring vacation.

Only the custodian can get in.

That way.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on. What? Come on now. Who are you really, Karen?

I think we can figure that out without trying too hard.

We want those tapes, Doris. I don't know what you're talking about, but listen,

if you think you can do this, you're crazy. Oh, yes, I can do this.

And more.

You know, you were one of us once.

You know what we do to traitors.

Tapes. You'll never get your hands on those tapes.

Gus! Hold it.

That's all right.

I want him to see.

She's not a good swimmer.

Get away from the edge, Doris.

Add her to the deep water.

Can't do that. She'll go under.

Yes, she will.

And I'll let her.

If you're not back here with those tapes, then you better get them. Fast.

I know where they are.

Let's go.

Maybe the Dean knows where his wife is.

Something going on, wouldn't you say?

Come on, man. Come on!

That's all of them?

Do you think I'd hold out on you now, for God's sakes? Please, let's get back

there.

Are we interrupting anything?

I call the campus police hold him till they get here

Keep fighting, Doris.

We're putting on a terrific show.

End of the line, Miss Bateman.

Drop the gun right there.

Your underground days are over.

Then you're going to have to kill me.

If your choice is martyrdom, you've got it.

I forgot all about Irma. Crazy Irma.

You mean you still don't have a date for this dinner tonight?

Well, my problems will be solved as soon as I talk to her. Oh, no.

What?

I already talked to her. I forgot.

I give up.

You know, JR, there still is someone that you could ask who would be more

happy to help you out.

Who?

Her name is Betty.

Betty Jones.

You would do that for me, huh?

Got up. Oh, the honor of the Jones name, right?

Come on, we're going to move, buddy.

All right, as soon as I call Clara, I'm going to order you the prettiest corsage

you can make.

Charged to whom?

I'll be born and be back, he knows that.

And after leaving the cell, I spent nearly two years hiding from the

authorities, as well as the members of my own group, who by now had ordered to

kill me on sight.

Then through the grapevine, I heard about a college instructor who was

to pay for information on underground activities.

When I contacted him, I found it was an old friend, now known as David Kemper,

from my days with the movement.

He helped get me established at Rutledge University, where I met

and married my husband, Raymond Carson.

to the tapes in the trash and that opened up to anyone, you know.

Mm -hmm. I know.

Would you have let her get away with that, Barnaby?

Well, all I can say is I'm glad I didn't have to make the decision.

All right.

I'll do what I can.

The feds are gonna love what's on those tapes, I know.

I have a feeling the court will go easy on her.

Well, they better after what she's been through.

Amen to that.

What is this?

I got three Joneses telling me what to do now?

There's a real pushy streak in your family, you know that?

Barney, did you see J .R.'s knuckles? They're a mess.

Yeah, well, you should see the other guy.

Yeah, he fights like a tiger. Knocked a guy out with one blow. I didn't know you

were that tough.

How'd you learn to fight like that, Jedediah?

Well, I'll tell you the truth.

All the time that I was growing up, I used to take on anybody who'd call me

Jedediah.