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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production, starring Buddy Ebsen, also

starring Lee Merriweather, Mark Shera, with

guest stars Susan Howard, Michael Basileon, special

guest star Granville Van Dusen.

Tonight's episode, Yesterday's Terror.

Hi, Sandy.

You're making your rounds a little earlier than usual, aren't you? Oh, Mrs.

Dunsley, ever since your husband announced you taking that big job in

he's become a real Simon Legree about getting things ship -shaped.

The point is, Tom, that there wouldn't be any flack from the press if the

Treasury Department's ER people said up front that my appointment to the World

Bank isn't going to create a conflict of interest.

Fine. Well, that's why my first move was to put my firm into a blind trust.

Uh -huh.

I thought you were going to say about closing down the beach house. We leave

London in three days.

I have to stop by St.

Angela's first.

Uh -huh.

All right.

All right. Well, give me five or six weeks to get my feet wet at the World

and then you can set up all the in -depth interviews you want, okay?

Did you forget to make out the check?

Check? For the television sets, the girls at St. Angeles.

You may not realize it, but those sets are just as important as any of the

billion -dollar loans you make.

Darling, I'm very proud of the work you're doing at St. Angeles, but don't

think that contributing color TV sets and all those other frills to a home for

unwed mothers makes life there just a little too attractive for your fallen

angels? And what would you have me do with them, hmm?

take them out and stone them to death like they did in the olden days?

You know what else they did in the olden days?

What?

Well, the one with the muscles threw the one with the long, fluttering eyelashes

over his shoulder and took her to his cave.

Yeah? Sometimes they weren't seen again for weeks.

Weeks, huh? Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm.

Excuse me. Oh, it's all right, Sandy.

I have just realized that my wardrobe is incomplete.

See, uh, I'm going to have to rush out and buy myself a pair of long,

eyelashes.

Well, like I always taught my girls, brother, never keep a John waiting.

Or he might take his action somewhere else.

Look, I ask you not to call me treasure anymore.

Here.

Is this bonds?

I've given you my money.

I've sold most of my jewelry. I'm sorry, but that's the best that I can do.

I don't know anything about this kind of paper.

They're bearer bonds.

Fully negotiable.

There's not a fence in the world that wouldn't give you 60, 65 % of their face

value. So I net out of this about 30 ,000, huh?

Yeah.

You add it to the rest of the money I've already given you, and I figure that

makes us even.

When was it you said you were heading for London?

End of the week?

Yeah, Friday.

She'll give you plenty of time to dip into the well one more time.

No, I won't.

I won't.

Look, treasure.

Maybe this guy you hooked loves you enough to say so what if I tell him you

once one of my top stars.

But what about the newspapers?

Hell, he'd be lucky to end up as dog catch after the circus they'd make of

You're never gonna stop.

Look, I took you out of a dime store soda farm and made you the flashiest

in the business.

Now you're Mrs. Got Rocks and I end up in the gutter.

You owe me, you dig?

Look, you got to give me some time.

I can't go back there today.

Well, nobody's rushing you.

Tomorrow will be just fine.

And try and grab a bigger handful of bonds this time.

About $100 ,000 worth and I'm out of your life good.

Then I put the bonds in the car and started off on my rounds.

Same as I always do.

Okay. Thank you, Miss Wright. That'll be all for now.

Well, Barnaby, looks like your insurance company's getting off easy on this one.

Well, I assure you that California Meridian Insurance Company isn't exactly

doing a jig over losing $53 ,000.

Could have been a lot worse.

Must be over a million dollars. Where are the bonds in here?

It was one of the employees.

Why would they settle for a mere $53 ,000 worth from Mr. Wright's car?

Well, if it was one of the employees, maybe they didn't have access to this

room. Or it could be a simple case of the bonds being mislaid.

Are you sure these premises were searched thoroughly?

Twice. We didn't finish the second search until, uh, four this morning.

All right, Mr. Dantley. I'll be in touch.

Come up with anything you let me know, Barnaby.

Sandy.

Uh... This is the man from the insurance company, Barnaby Jones. How do you do?

I told him you'd be happy to cooperate if he had any questions.

I've already told the lieutenant everything I know. Well, it never hurts

a second look at things. Sometimes you pick up bits and pieces that enable

everybody to get home in time for supper.

The bonds were in the cart when I left the file room and were gone by the time

was supposed to deliver them to Mr. Jordan's office. That's all I can tell

Is this the cart that you use?

Yes.

Do you usually bring it into the office when you deliver the bond?

No, usually I'll leave it in front of the door, but it's never out of my sight

for more than a moment or two.

Well, in a moment or two, somebody passing by could possibly lift something

of it.

How long has Ms. Wright worked for you?

Oh, about three years.

Sandy is one of my top people. You don't suspect her, do you?

Well, if it does turn out to be an inside job, by definition, it usually

out to be someone you trust.

I'd like to have a list of all your employees.

Of course.

And ask the receptionist if she can provide me with a list of all the

that came by her desk yesterday morning.

This way.

Mrs. Dunsley.

Friends, remember?

Sit down. Sit down. You don't need to be standing.

How are you?

Fine. Good.

Oh. Blue.

Something tells me that you expected to be a boy.

Uh -huh. Even picked out a name for him. Troy.

That's my father.

Your father? So I don't know who my father really is.

But little Troy doesn't have to know that.

Little Troy.

will know who his father is.

Sister Mary told me about your boyfriend getting out of jail.

Yeah. Rudy called a while ago from that halfway house where he's staying.

Said he was coming over.

I think it's terrific.

I hope you'll be very happy.

You don't think I'm going to marry him. I'm afraid of him. That's the only

reason I agreed to see him. I mean, he's a killer.

Sister Mary told me that it was just a bar fight, an accident.

That's what everybody thought. So they put him away for eight months and call

manslaughter. But I was there.

Rudy meant to kill that man.

And it wasn't just because he made a pass at me. Rudy likes hurting people.

Here comes Dreamboat now.

Look at him. He even walks like he's looking for trouble.

Stick around. You'll see.

No, honey. I have an appointment.

I promise. I'll talk to you before I leave.

Hey, Treasure, take a card.

Why are you following me?

I told you that you would have to wait.

You said tomorrow.

This is tomorrow.

Cal, there is a private investigator.

Police all over the place.

You're just going to have to give me a couple of weeks, at least until things

have quieted down.

You're talking like you're holding the cards, not me.

Remember, Mrs. Dunsley, there's also a little murder rap waiting for you back

Miami.

Murder.

You really are a creep, aren't you?

Ace of spades.

Guilty as charged.

That John was a beast.

A sadist.

And you knew it when you set him up with me.

Didn't give you any call to push him down a flight of stairs.

He would have strangled me.

Look, I was just trying to protect myself.

The case is still open as a homicide.

They know that John had a hooker in the room with him.

They just don't know who the hooker is.

Yet.

Look.

My husband is out of the office for the rest of the day.

I have no excuse to go back there.

You're just going to have to wait until tomorrow.

Sure.

As long as you get those bonds to me before that big bird takes off for

Mm -hmm

That's right, an inter -office delivery card.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Collins. I appreciate that.

As well, thank you.

No, I'm sorry too, right.

Bye -bye.

Anything? No.

All the clients who were at Dunsley yesterday were either coming in by

or they weren't anywhere near the executive hallway.

I'm afraid I haven't done much better with this list of employees.

Honey? Look who I found.

Barnaby.

Betty, my dear.

Beautiful as ever.

Oh, yes, I know, Howie. And if only I had enough money to afford you.

Do you know where I found him? I found him hanging around Superior Court making

passes at rich divorcees.

Oh, Howie, when will you ever learn?

You think some other guy isn't helping my ex spend the alimony I pay her?

I figure one hand washes the other.

Well, now, Howie, you help us, and maybe we'll chip in on your next monthly

payment. Yeah, Jasmine filled me in about those missing bonds.

They're on the griddle. Howie figures that the Dunsley bonds are too hot right

now and that none of the regular fencers want to get caught with that kind of

heat in their inventory.

You figure they're still up for grabs.

And they'll stay that way, unless some hotshot knows a way to travel the bonds

out of the country. You know, to where they don't look too close at serial

numbers. If we come up with such a buyer, you come up with a seller?

Well... There is this dude who seems to be always plugged in on everything.

Ask him for an elephant and he'll come up with Dumbo.

Only he might be a little tough to find just now.

Well, here's a little finding money.

And this is for when you set him up for us.

Okay.

But be careful on this one, Barnaby.

Why, do you know something we don't?

No. It's just that nothing about this caper hit me as professional.

It smells more like a juggling act by an amateur.

And amateurs scare me because you never know what they're liable to do.

Listen, tell him to kill that beer and send over two scotch raps over there.

Okay.

What is it, baby? Actually kind of slow, huh?

No, I'm just waiting for somebody.

Wait? Anybody keep a fox like you waiting should have his screw turned.

Well, you're not so bad yourself.

Yeah.

I've been watching you ever since I left the halfway house. You were following

me.

Well, I've just been trying to figure out your sign.

Why? Is it shown?

Aggressive.

Sees what he wants, goes after it. What is it?

Scorpio or Taurus? Rudy.

Just plain old Rudy to my pals. What do your pals call you?

That ought to cover it.

You know, just so we understand each other.

If you're trying to say something to me, say it in words.

Big numbers like this sort of confuse me.

All right.

There's a man who's trying to hurt me.

And I want to hire somebody to stop him.

Isn't that what the cops are for? Why don't you go to them?

I'll just scare him off.

He'll come back.

I want this man stopped permanently.

So you figure all you have to do is come into a place like this, go eeny, meeny,

miny, moe, and pick yourself out someone to take care of your problem, right?

Well.

A minute ago I asked you what your name was, you didn't tell me what it was.

Let's just say that I'm the lady who's going to give you $2 ,000 after you've

done the job.

Well, it looks like you just might have bought yourself some peace of mind.

Here's to the money, lady.

Splendid collection, isn't it, Miss Roberts?

Miss Roberts?

Oh, yes, they're magnificent.

Are you sure you won't join me in breakfast?

Oh, thank you, no, Mr. Ordway. Mr. Davidson and I have already eaten.

Those particular pieces have been completely remounted.

I can guarantee the original owners would never be able to identify them.

I don't doubt your professional confidence, Mr. Ordway, but this isn't

of merchandise that we were looking for, is it, madam?

No. Well, it would certainly sell beautifully if we had clients in the

East. All that excess oil money, it's a pity.

Let me understand something.

When Howie Spiller called to say that he couldn't handle your action, to ask if

I was interested, I was led to believe that you were both in a position to

travel top -grade merchandise overseas.

Well, possibly Mr. Spiller should have been a little more specific.

You see, our contacts are in Athens and Rome, and our people are looking to put

their money in a paper.

You mean stocks?

Bonds? Yes, if they're untraceable. Our clients have large sums of undeclared

cash that they wish converted into something small and safe.

Sounds like you're after bearer bonds.

The kind the papers mentioned were stolen just recently.

Yes, I read where they were missing.

If they were stolen and you could get a hold of them, it might do perfectly.

That might be possible, Mr. Davison.

How much can you use?

We work on a very small percentage. It'd have to be 50 ,000 or upwards, or it

wouldn't be worth the risk.

Yes, and we are leaving this afternoon for San Francisco to see some people who

might be able to help us up there. So if you're interested in this doorway, it

will have to be fast.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you. We'll call you in a few hours.

Do you still have the merchandise?

I still have it. You're in luck. I think I can make a deal for all your

holdings.

And more.

A hundred thousand more?

You've got a deal.

But we don't have much time.

Yeah, well, uh... This afternoon, okay?

About 12, 1 o 'clock. Is that okay?

No. Sooner.

Where do I meet you?

The... Circle Shopping Center in Northridge.

The east end of the parking lot.

And make it 11 o 'clock, not a minute later. You're right.

Yes, uh... Mrs. Dunsley, please.

Get up.

I didn't want to be recognized in case we were seen together.

Well, just hand over the bonds. You won't have to worry about that again.

I'm going to need another hour.

Are you trying to pull something?

I told you, I can't go to the office unless my husband's there.

He's on his way now.

All right.

I'll have to stall my guy.

Just hurry it up.

For old time's sake, I'm going to ask you just one more time.

Let me off the hook.

You're wasting time.

Fifty -three thousand?

What happened to the other hundred thousand?

There's been a hang -up.

It'll take another hour.

An hour?

That's cutting it pretty short.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink. No, I've got to make another stop.

Uh, come over to my house when you get the rest. I'll take them off your hands

then.

Betty, hi, let me speak to Barnaby.

It's that station wagon right there.

He asleep?

I don't know. He's been that way ever since Ordway left about 20 minutes ago.

Let's have a look.

Is he dead?

They call it to the middle.

Illinois driver's license.

Name mean anything to you?

Calvin Timothy Green.

Nope.

Local bank account.

Mr. Green was doing all right for himself.

Total's almost $12 ,000.

Three deposits in the last 10 days.

Also found 11 of these $100 bills in a money belt.

But you found no trace of the bonds?

No.

You think it could have been some of this money you saw Ordway handing back

Green? Not the bonds.

Well, to tell you the truth, Lieutenant, I don't get to see $100 bills that

often, and I wouldn't know the difference.

Maybe Ordway can shed some light on that when you pick him up.

Already got out an APB on him, shouldn't take long.

I'll let you know as soon as we got it.

It's our going away party.

I know.

But I promised that I would get the money to St. Angeles before we left for

London.

Would you cash this for me?

This is the check I gave you yesterday.

Well, Sister Mary felt that when the girls were ready to leave, a cash gift

would be more useful.

You know, it would sort of help them on their way.

I only have 1 ,300 on hand.

That'll have to do.

I'm sorry, darling.

But I promise this won't take long.

Okay?

Good evening.

Good evening.

I hope I'm not too late for the party.

Not at all.

Frances, I don't think I know this man.

Oh, uh... This is the man from St. Angeles.

He's on the Committee for Charities, isn't that right?

I'm Ed Dunsley. I'm one of your biggest customers.

Rudy Markham. I'm very big on charities and that sort of stuff.

Rudy.

Yes, you must be here for the donation.

Sister Mary must have wanted to save me the trip.

Here.

Well, you're a little short, but who's counting?

Well, if that's all... Oh, no, I can't leave without giving Mrs. Dunsley a

receipt. It's a tax deductible. Have you got a pencil?

There's one on the study.

Francis.

the hell did you find me?

You left tracks, as they say.

Hey, your husband, he really does okay, doesn't he?

How much more do you want?

Is that what you think, that I came here to shake you down?

Let's get it over with.

Look, the bonds I took from the Marx should bring in plenty, together with

money you just gave me.

That's going to do me just fine.

Well, then what is it you want?

I like you.

You what?

I like you.

I think you're about the prettiest woman I've ever known.

You came here after what happened with my husband and all my friends out there

to tell me that you like me.

Yeah.

You've been giving me the eye, haven't you? I gave you the eye? Yeah.

I think you had better leave.

Right now.

And if I don't want you to call the cops?

Listen, I like you. You like me. What's so bad about that?

Look, this is insane.

If you like me, then go away and leave me alone. Francis, you got this all

wrong. It's not like I'm asking you to give all this up to marry me or nothing

like that.

But that doesn't mean we can't see each other all the time.

Francis?

Oh, you're still here.

Ash.

We've been talking about this charity business. It's so... I didn't mean to

interrupt you, but we're about to serve dinner, so... Oh, well, thank you.

That's an invitation. I appreciate it. That's nice.

Coming, Francis.

Yes,

I'll be out in a minute.

I forgot one thing, Ordway.

You switched the diamond in this one. Only the ring itself happens to match

from the Morrison job in Palm Springs.

All right.

Maybe you can nail me for receiving stolen goods, but not for murder. I

even knew this Cal Green.

You were seen in the station wagon with him haggling over the bonds. If I stuck

a knife into him for the bonds, where are they? Where?

Your men found everything else I was holding.

Take Mr. Ordway back to the holding cell till the district attorney's people get

here.

You got anything from Ordway?

Yeah, the creep.

J .R., when Ordway got out of that station wagon, did he stop on the

side to say anything to Cal Green?

No, he just walked toward his car and drove off.

Corner preliminary report.

You didn't see anybody else approach that wagon?

I guess somebody could have when I went to the phone booth to call Barnaby, but

that wasn't for more than half a minute.

It must have been when it happened, John.

Green was killed by a knife thrust from the left side.

At a downward angle.

The killer must have come at him through the driver's side window.

Well, that definitely rules out Ordway, but it still leaves us with how Green

got those bonds and where they are now.

Did you get a home address on Green from his bank account?

General delivery.

Looks like his Illinois driver's license.

Maybe Miami can do better for us.

You got something from Miami?

Yeah, seems the Chicago police are holding a Miami warrant on Mr. Green

it's politely put, soliciting women for immoral purposes.

He was a pimp?

I'll let you in on all the seamy details when I get the TWX on his complete

record. We'll be waiting on your phone call, John.

Hey, you know, my luck's changing. You're right on time.

You look good in blue.

Here. Take it.

With my mother -in -law's.

And you should be able to get at least $5 ,000 by.

And that's the end of it.

Do you understand?

Hey, I told you, I've got enough to last us for a while.

Then it'll probably come in handy after we get back from Mexico, son.

We?

What are you talking about?

You ever been there?

It's fantastic.

Especially a place called Guadalajara.

I think when that sun goes down and those stars come out twinkling like a

million flashlights at night.

I think it's beautiful.

You're really serious, aren't you?

Yeah, I'm serious.

Your husband's going to be out of the country, ain't he?

So what he don't know is not going to hurt him, right?

Right away, we're from the same part of town.

I'm really crazy about you, Francie.

My husband and I are leaving for London this afternoon.

And if you do anything to mess it up, I swear I'll kill you.

You couldn't kill anything, Francie. If you could kill someone, what would you

be needing me for?

You wouldn't have needed me to begin with.

And on the other hand, about your husband, if he starts getting in the

you'd better start thinking of a good funeral for him.

What are you talking about?

Well, maybe it's not a bad idea. You know, he was put out of the way. You

hear it all. It was Luton. You and I could do our thing out in the open.

Look, okay.

No, okay, okay.

Look, I'll do anything that you say.

Just don't let anything happen to Ed.

Well, that's something to keep in mind.

What time do you leave the house for the airport?

One o 'clock.

I'll be over right after one o 'clock.

Okay.

Hey, put a six -pack on the ice, will you?

Is that TWX from Miami?

Mm -hmm.

Full background on alias Calvin Green. Real name?

Calvin Garrison. And as you can see, procuring was not the only thing that

wished to discuss with him.

Hmm. Homicide.

Seems that one of the girls from his prostitution stable is suspected of

a client.

Green was wanted as a material witness for questioning.

Five years ago.

That's about the time he took off for parts unknown while he was out on bail.

What happened to the girl?

Never found.

Oh, she had some prior arrests for prostitution that's further on down.

Patricia Collier.

Interesting.

I wonder if her name is now Sandy Wright.

The file clerk at Dunsley's Brokerage Company?

Where's Jedediah?

Oh, my gosh, I forgot. He's still down. Lieutenant Biddle's waiting for you to

show up where you were supposed to show up.

Time to ask Lieutenant Biddle to rush me a wire photo of Patricia Collier.

And you.

Am I going to have to tie a little bell around your neck to know where you are?

I'll be having a talk with Sandy Wright.

Frances? Where are you?

Uh, yes, Sister Mary. I did promise her that.

Uh... Well, if you think it's that serious, of course I'll come over.

Yes.

What is it?

Do you know the girl that I told you about at St. Mary's?

Mary Jo?

Well, uh, she's in labor.

And when they told her that I couldn't be with her like I promised, well, she

went into hysterics.

They were afraid for the baby.

You know, I can't postpone the flight there. They're holding off an emergency

meeting until I get there.

Well, there's no reason for you to.

I'll take the flight tomorrow.

doesn't work.

I had it disconnected this morning.

Tall lie like that at a time like this, you must have had a pretty good reason

for wanting to stay.

Yes, I do.

What kind of trouble are you in, Fran?

Can't you tell me?

Oh, not now.

Look, it's just something... All right.

I'll just cancel my flight.

There's no reason for you to.

I only need one more day.

Just my bags.

I love you, Fran.

Go ahead.

All right, I'll have a reservation.

On a flight tomorrow.

Are you okay?

I'll be there.

No, I've never seen this man.

I've never even heard of him before all this.

Should I have?

Well, I thought it might be possible.

He was operating out of Miami about the time you were there.

Miami?

I stopped off there once for a couple of days.

You were registered with an employment office there for ten months.

If that's a mistake, I could keep checking.

No, that won't be necessary.

I worked for Data Counting when I first got to Miami.

After I quit, I hung around the beach waiting for another job until I decided

head west.

Any particular reason why you didn't mention that in your application here?

You see, I had to quit data counting because the boss there made certain

demands.

Know what I mean?

And you're afraid Mr. Dunsley wouldn't understand?

Well, you can imagine the kind of recommendation that Lech would have

if Mr. Dunsley had asked for one.

Is that all?

Yes, thank you, Sandy.

I want to be.

This is the Miami Wire photo of Patricia Collier.

Look at this.

It's a picture of Mr. Dunsley and his wife.

Sandy.

Wait, Mr. Jones. I have to finish these deliveries or I'll never get lunch.

Just one more question.

When you discovered that the bonds were missing, did you notice whether Mrs.

Dunsley was in the vicinity?

Mrs. Dunsley? Yeah. Did you see her? Was she in the building?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.

Why didn't you mention it to me or to the police?

You wanted to know about employees or clients.

Mrs. Dunsley.

Mrs. Dunsley is Mr. Dunsley's wife.

What the hell's going on?

A celebration. What does it look like?

My husband's on his way to Europe, and I wind up with you.

I think that's something to celebrate about, don't you?

Come on.

I'm not so hard to take, so why don't you just plain old cool it, huh?

Here. You gonna celebrate or not?

Hey.

All right.

I'll tell you something, Francie. You won't have no regrets. You played

with me, I'll play straight with you, skull.

You know something?

What?

Why go to Mexico?

With a palace like this to live it up in, we don't have to go anywhere.

Rudy, what about Mary Jo?

What about Mary Jo?

Well, I mean, she should be having your baby any time now.

Don't you want the baby?

Are you kidding? That's what I went to see Mary Jo about, to tell her it was

okay with me and she got rid of the kid. And you know what she had the nerve to

tell me?

Get lost. Can you believe that?

You know, Rudy, you just keep saying the wrong things.

I really didn't want it to be like this.

You blow me away, you get tagged for murder once you're displayed, eh? No, I

don't think so.

I mean, look around.

Look at the mess you made when you tried to attack me.

And I think the police will believe me when I tell them how you broke in and I

had to shoot you to protect myself.

It's not like you've got company.

Don't you move.

Okay, Francine, now you be a good girl now.

Come on.

Come on, let's move.

Mrs. Dunsley? Yes?

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

This is my associate, Jedediah.

Your husband probably told you I've been working on the matter of... My husband

isn't here.

And if you'll excuse me, I'm very busy.

This is very important.

It's about the bonds that were stolen from your husband's firm.

I don't know anything about my husband's business.

Frankly, it can probably be proven that you took the bonds.

That's ridiculous.

I told you you needed me, Francie.

Rudy, forget it. It is all over.

Better listen to the lady.

No. You think I'm crazy enough to give all this up? Not on your life, not on

both of your lives.

There are no bullets in the gun.

It's empty.

Well, Rob, I couldn't kill anybody. I just did this hoping I could scare you

away. I'll take that.

Lady said.

It's all over.

Mrs.

Dunsley says you can get her husband's London phone number from his office.

Would you call him for me, please?

Yes, of course.

What would you like me to say?

I don't know, really.

I guess, uh, just tell him that I'm sorry.

And that I never really meant to hurt anybody.

It just seemed like I never had a choice.

Well, maybe you did.

Maybe if you'd gone to your husband when Green first started black... No, I

don't think Ed would have understood.

Are you sure?

We better go.

Let's go, Jedediah.

I have one lousy phone call to make.