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

Also starring Lee Merriweather, Mark Schera,

with guest stars Jenny O 'Hara, Stacy Baldwin,

Art Hindle.

Tonight's episode, The Devil's Handmaid.

Ben, look who it is.

Big deal, Julie Tyler.

Poor little girl has to snitch to the teacher because she has no daddy to

protect her from us mean kids.

Yeah, because that's because she never even saw her daddy. Or even knew what

name was. He was long gone by the time she was born.

You shut up, Donald Wilson.

You too, Ben Dufferin. If you don't leave me alone, I'll tell Miss Coogan on

you.

Don't be mad, Julie. Hey, we got a surprise for you. We know who your daddy

Don't you want to meet him? He's dying to meet you.

Ain't you interested in knowing what he looks like? I'll give you a chance to

meet him face to face.

Donald,

you don't have a father either.

Well, yeah, but at least I knew who he was. And out of the middle, he won in

Vietnam. And now he's got his Uncle Harry.

Yeah, and he tells everyone. I'm like his own son.

Well, he's not going to be around much longer.

What's that supposed to mean?

Your Uncle Harry's going to get killed today when his new tractor runs over

You're a real screwball, you know that?

A real lying screwball.

That's Dave Dufferin over there.

Thank you.

Mr. Dufferin?

Yes? Sorry to disturb you. They told me at your office they'd find you here. I'm

Barnaby Jones.

A man from California Meridian Insurance.

Please join me. Thank you.

Joe, I have my coffee now.

How about your friend?

Uh, glass of milk, please.

That report I turned in on the Wilson accident must have shaken a few heads to

hire a private detective.

No, it's not unusual when there's a double indemnity payoff involved.

But I was intrigued with some of your ambiguous statements in your report.

Ambiguous?

Oh, I did. We set down the facts. I know them to be.

Here you go, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Among other things, you say it appears the tractor slipped into gear,

thus apparently setting the machine in motion of its own accord.

Then you go on to say the tractor seems to have swerved into Mr.

Wilson, crashing him against the side of the barn.

Appears.

Seems.

It does sound like conjecture.

But since there were no witnesses to the accident, that's the best I can do.

Wilson's sister -in -law, Louise, was in the house at the time. Said she looked

out the window and saw the tractor parked there.

Unfortunately, the tracks got mucked up.

Still plain enough to see why you hedged on your report. The tracks do veer.

Huh?

That rock over there might have caused the tractor to veer when it ran over it.

Kind of like changing the course of an army tank with a slingshot.

But, uh, stranger things have happened.

Uh, where is the tractor?

I'd like to see it. It's on the side. I called in a factory mechanic to check it

over. Nothing wrong with the gears.

Anyone want to look at it? Mm -hmm.

I'd rather stop in and see, uh, Harry's sister -in -law. She's not too happy

about all that insurance money going to Harry's mother back in Ohio.

Do you think it's going to work?

Yeah. I hope so. I can't wait.

Hi,

fellas.

Who are you?

My name is Barnaby Jones.

The insurance company sent me out here to check on the accident.

Oh, yeah, yeah. My mom said they'd be sending someone out to snoop.

You must be Donald, Mr. Wilson's nephew.

I understand that you found him.

Yes, sir.

Was there anyone else around?

No, because that may be for a witch.

A witch?

Who are you?

Ben Dufferin. My dad works in insurance, too.

Yes, we've met.

Tell me some more about this witch.

Well, that's who said what happened to my uncle was going to happen.

You mean somebody predicted the accident before it happened?

Yeah, Julie Tyler.

gunky girl that's in our class.

She's a real witch.

Yeah, she did the same with Mr. Ferris.

Mr. Ferris?

He runs a poinsettia farm down on the other side of town.

You mean he also had an accident that she predicted?

Well, I wouldn't exactly call it an accident.

But a week ago he went away and she said he'd never return.

And so far, he hasn't.

You sure you guys aren't letting your imagination run away with you?

No, sir.

Julie Tyler's got this power. Ann, it's enough of that.

Get yourself on home.

You too, Donald. Your mother's looking for you.

It's a shame we have to grow up and lose the capacity to fantasize like kids do.

You've heard their story before.

That's another thing about kids.

They're like answers for things that mystify them, even if they have to make

them up themselves.

I can't wait to meet this Julie Tyler.

Where do I find her?

Oh, her mother runs a boarding house up on the old pond road.

Can't miss it.

Mrs. Tyler?

Nice approach, but, um, wrong lady.

No, I'm, uh, Sarah Proctor. I only live here.

Oh, I'm sorry.

If you, uh, want to go around by the, by the kitchen, Miss Tyler's usually there

this time of day.

Thank you.

Bye. Bye.

Julie, would you answer that, please?

Tell whoever it is I'll be right down.

Yeah? Hello there.

I'm Barnaby Jones.

Would you be Julie?

Are you the new tune officer?

No. I just want to talk a little bit about that accident the other day.

What accident?

Where the tractor ran down Harry Wilson.

I was told you had some notion it was going to happen before it happened.

No.

No, that's not so. I know who told you that, and those two boys are liars.

They're always making trouble for me.

They seem like nice young fellas. Why would they do that?

I don't know.

They hate me.

Julie, back to bed.

What do you want with Julie?

She's sick.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Tyler. I didn't know that.

I'm just gathering information on Harry Wilson's accident.

What would Julie have to do with that?

Probably nothing. I just thought she may have been somewhere near the farm when

it happened.

Oh, you're mistaken.

She came straight home from school that day.

Julie?

You promised me you were not going to read those awful books anymore.

It's just a book, Mom.

Well, it's not just the books I'm worried about.

You spend too much time by yourself. Why can't you be like a kid? Go out, play

with your friends.

Because I don't have any friends, Mama.

Oh, hello, Julie.

Oh, Mr. Jones.

Doing a little reading?

I'm kind of big on that myself.

Kind of heavy subject matter.

Witchcraft?

Demonism? I'm just taking out a book for my friend.

Well, that's not a nicer thing you can do for a friend.

What's the book? I'm kind of interested in that subject.

I don't know why she likes this stuff, but I guess she does.

Possessed by the devil.

I wonder if I could have a talk with this friend of yours.

Um, no.

No, I promised I'd never tell. I have to go.

Oh, now look what she made me do.

No, I didn't.

I didn't make you do that, Judy.

No one has that power over anyone else. Not me, not anyone.

And that goes for those so -called demons and witches.

Please, Mr. Jones, I really have to go. Julie, could I ask you just one

question?

Did you say Mr.

Wilson was going to be killed before it happened?

No. No, I told you those two boys are liars. They make up those stories to

me. Why don't you believe me?

I'd like to, Julie, I really would.

But I think you're holding something back, something that's...

Troubling you deeply.

What happened that day?

All right.

I did tell Donald Wilson that the tractor would run over his uncle.

But only because he was making fun of me.

How did you know it was going to happen in just that way?

I just knew.

What do you mean you just knew?

Well, I can't explain it.

They were teasing me, and the words just came out.

Was it the same when you spoke about Mr. Ferris not coming back from his trip?

Yes. I don't like saying those awful things, but I just can't seem to help

myself.

Maybe I even make them happen.

That isn't possible, Julie.

But what if I do have some evil power inside of me? Like, maybe I'm in league

with...

I've been getting reports of you being around all day.

Sorry I wasn't in the office when you came by.

That's all right.

Like a good hound dog, I got a few sniffs of the territory and then took

my own.

So, how's the investigation going?

Routine. A couple of puzzlements. My name's Julie Tyler.

Catherine Tyler's daughter. What about her?

Well, it seems that some of the kids in town have selected her as a target for

their spite.

Think of any reason why?

Well, you know, kids can be cruel, especially when they know another kid's

spot.

In Julie's case, it's her parentage.

Some doubt of it?

None at all. She's plain illegitimate.

Her father, whoever he was, took off as soon as he learned that Catherine was

going to have his baby.

Small towns, Barnaby.

That sort of thing doesn't fit well with some folks, you know.

But as far as Julie herself is concerned, she's never been in any

No.

What's she got to do with the investigation, anyway?

Just something I'm working on.

Now, tell me about Martin Ferris.

Well, he owns a big poinsettia farm.

What's he got to do with it?

Went to ask him a few questions, but I heard he went on a trip and never came

back.

We went to a flower growers convention down in Los Angeles. That's all I know.

Oh, if you want to know any more about Julie, you might ask her teacher. That's

Mrs. Coogan over by the cash register.

240 out of 5.

And I finished reading that book you lent me last week, and it's great.

I'm glad you like the dear Claire Jo.

Next time you stop by my house, I'll have another one for you.

The Odyssey by Homer.

You'll like it even better.

Thank you. Thank you.

Have a nice day. Bye.

Mrs.

Coogan?

Pardon me, ma 'am.

I'm Barnaby Jones.

Sheriff Mason said that you might be able to tell me something about one of

pupils. Julie Tyler?

Julie. Is she in some sort of trouble?

This is background material for an accident case that I'm investigating.

What is it you want to know?

Well, it's mainly about Julie's veracity. If she were called as a

court proceeding, would she be inclined to dramatize the truth a little?

Perhaps.

Julie's had her share of problems, so she tends to retreat into her world of

imagination.

It's rather a vivid one, I'd say.

This vivid imagination of Julie's, does she ever get it confused with reality?

Why, Mr. Jones, all children do.

One of the Jones investigations.

Does your answering the phone mean that Betty's still working on the Glenville

report? Well, actually, Barnaby, she's out making some copies of the

So I'm just here all by myself alone, holding down the fort.

And I hope you'll remember that during Christmas bonus time.

Yes, write this down.

Martin Ferris.

Got it.

He's a poinsettia grower who drove into Los Angeles last week to attend some

kind of a flower convention.

I want to know whether he's still in town.

Anything else?

Yes, sir.

As you remove your feet from my desk, don't scratch it.

Why, you know I'd never do a thing like that to your desk.

Well, I certainly appreciate your calling, Mrs. Coogan.

Oh, Julie always says that she considers you one of her best teachers.

Oh, yes.

Yes, she will. She'll be in school tomorrow.

I'll see to that myself.

Thank you.

You know, I'm getting a little tired of lying for you.

I don't know why you always have to make me out to be a villain.

You watch so much television, you're beginning to talk like it.

Martin is right about you.

You spend too much time by yourself.

You don't have to bring Mr. Ferris into this.

Does he ever know about me anyway?

Do they?

I was going to wait until Martin got back from Los Angeles to tell you about

this, but maybe I better tell you about this now.

Tell me about what?

Well, Mr. Ferris and I, Martin, we're...

How would you like a stepdad?

Well, it's better late than never, huh?

Well,

don't worry about it, sweetheart.

I'm not marrying him just for you, you know. No.

You just have to forget about him.

Because he's never coming back. Never.

I know you might be a little upset about this, but I never dreamed you'd be so

mean, so jealous of losing your place around here that you would wish a thing

like that.

You make me ashamed.

The Betty Jones Special Delivery Service come through against her. The call

would have been faster.

Oh, yes, but not half as much fun.

Oh, I hope you haven't finished that coffee.

Help yourself.

Thank you. Did Jenna Dyer dig up anything on Martin Ferris?

Mm -hmm. He checked the flower growers' reception committee.

Seemed Ferris had a reservation in a midtown hotel, one he stays at every

Were you able to contact him? He never showed up.

But he didn't cancel his reservation.

Maybe he never arrived in the city.

Or perhaps he didn't intend going in the first place.

According to the people I talked to, he'd been looking forward to it all

What do you think happened?

I wouldn't venture a guess.

But there is somebody who might know.

Come on.

Hi, Julie.

This is my daughter -in -law, Betty Jones.

I'm late for school, Mr. Jones.

Oh, you still have a few minutes.

Julie, I've got to ask you again about Martin Ferris.

What about him?

Why did you predict that he wouldn't come back from his trip?

I don't remember.

Julie, it's important.

If you know where he is, now's the time to speak up.

Mr. Ferris is at the bottom of Windale Canyon.

Must have been out of my head to let you talk me into this.

Bear with me, Sheriff.

Sometimes it pays to go with an instinct.

Yeah, but it's costly.

In money, manpower, and time.

If anyone finds out that we're here on the word of an over -imaginative 12

-old girl, I'll be kicked out of this county.

Sheriff, I think they found something.

Found the car, Sheriff.

I can see that.

Anyone inside?

And it sure looks like Martin Ferret's.

Barnaby, that's just a preliminary workup. But there's nothing in that

indicate that the coroner's final report is going to come up with any surprises.

Do you mind if I also have a look at the personal effects you took off, Ferret?

Sure, sure, thanks.

Sheriff, what about these bruises on his forehead?

Oh, Betty, that's consistent with the angle of descent when the car went off

road. I guess everything can be explained away just like the Wilson

Except for one thing.

Yeah.

Julie Tyler's predictions.

You and I could make a fortune in the market with guesses like that, Sheriff.

What about Harry Wilson?

Okay. Maybe the girl has ESP.

Psychic powers.

Maybe she even sticks pins in voodoo dolls.

But there is absolutely no evidence that puts her anywhere near the victims at

the time of their death.

Unless there's some proof of a physical, not supernatural tie -in, there's

nothing I can do but label the deaths as being accidental.

Look, Barnaby, I'm sure there's some logical explanation to all of this, and

I'll do the best I can.

Yeah?

Okay, I'll be right there.

Look, Barnaby, just put this stuff back in the envelope when you're finished.

Sure. I'll be right back.

What do you see?

Safety deposit box key?

Yeah, the water beads on it.

Well, that's because someone's either put grease or wax on it.

My guess is wax.

I bet you've already guessed why it's there.

Somebody made a duplicate key.

Well, old Harry Wilson didn't call it in the ground, and here we are doing this

again, Sheriff. Just open it, Ned.

Ferris put all his money in rare coins, called it his hedge against inflation.

Empty. Same way Wilton's was.

You have any record of the last time Ferris got into this?

The day before he left for that convention in L .A.

He could have taken them out then.

Did Ferris' lawyer say anything about finding any coins at his home?

No. And we certainly didn't find any in his car.

Well, if he did take the coins with him to Los Angeles, that might be why he

ended up in the canyon.

But if robbery was the case, how come the thief didn't take the $380 we found

his wallet?

Well, Sheriff, that calls for another one of those logical explanations that

have to come up with.

Has your mom seen about Mr. Parrish yet?

Yeah. That's really terrible.

Could you give my check to your mom? It's for the rent.

Thank you. Yeah, I'm going to turn in early tonight.

Good night.

This is Proctor's rent.

I'm sorry about Mr. Ferris, Mom.

Really, I am.

You never liked Martin, did you?

No.

No, I didn't.

Good night, Mother.

Is that all you have to say?

Tyler, this is my daughter -in -law, Betty Jones.

I wonder if we could speak with Julie again. It's rather important.

I'm sorry. It's too late. She's in bed.

Wasn't that Julie on the stairs?

No, it was probably a boarder.

Well, maybe you could help, Mrs. Tyler.

We heard that you and Martin Ferris were going together.

That's true.

I know it must be difficult for you to talk at a time like this, but we're

particularly interested in how he and Julie got along.

Julie?

She was very fond of Martin.

Well, isn't there a chance that he may have told Julie he was going away before

anyone else knew it?

He could have.

That certainly would explain away part of her prediction.

Her prediction?

Julie made a prediction?

About Martin?

Don't you think in their conversations he may have told her something about his

coin collection?

No.

Why would he... Why would he talk about money with her?

He was marrying me, not my 12 -year -old daughter.

Please. I've had enough. Please.

Yes, of course.

Sorry we bothered you.

Yesterday you told me that Martin was never coming back.

How did you know that?

I just knew.

My God.

What are you?

Who are you?

How do you know these things?

Mom, I... Did you make it happen?

Did you?

No more, Steve.

No more.

Yes.

She had to die.

Like the other?

Yes.

It has to look like an accident.

Shove her down the stairs.

She'll break her neck for sure.

What if it doesn't work?

It will.

Make it look like the cane got caught in the stairs and broke.

Then one good shove and it'll be all over.

Mr. Avery, could we buy you another cup of coffee?

Well, my doctor says none is my limit, and I've already had two.

Well, since we can't offer you anything, maybe you could offer me something.

Just take a minute.

Have a seat.

What is it you want, Mr. Jones?

How difficult would it be for someone to duplicate a customer safety box key?

I suppose with the proper key blank and tools, any key can be duplicated.

But aren't safe deposit box key blanks difficult to come by?

Yes, reputable key makers are very careful about who they make them for.

But this particular key blank would not be difficult for somebody already in the

banking business to get a hold of.

Are you implying that someone in the bank tampered with the Wilson and Ferris

deposit boxes?

Let me finish.

Even with a duplicate customer's key, it would require that other key, the bank

master key, in order to open the box.

Who besides yourself would have access to that key? I mean, when you're out.

Thank you for returning the book so promptly, Joseph.

That James Fenimore Cooper sure can write an exciting story.

Well, I'm really impressed.

Here. Let me get you some more coffee.

Well, if you're sure, it's no trouble.

It'll only take a minute.

I think it's time you started reading some of the earlier classics.

How does that sound?

Fine with me, Mrs. Coogan.

I know one you would like.

The Odyssey.

Okay, if you say so.

There.

The water's on. It should be pricking away in no time.

Oh, ma 'am, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was this late.

I better get to work.

Oh, that's too bad.

Maybe another time.

Yeah, and that other book you mentioned.

The Odyssey by Homer.

Maybe I can pick it up later today.

Fine, Joseph.

My door is always open to someone who wants to learn.

I sure do appreciate that, ma 'am.

Well, did you find it?

What do you think?

You sure took your sweet time.

Can I help it if the old biddy wouldn't leave the room?

I wish I hadn't let you talk me into this. You know, we should have stopped

Wilson. I knew we were going to have trouble with that one. I just knew it.

relax.

I promised this would be the last one.

But from what you told me she's worth, this is too good to pass up.

After it's all over, you'll thank me.

You'll see.

Okay.

I'll see you in half an hour.

No, doctor, I'm not sure psychiatry is the answer. That's why I want you to see

her. That's why I want you to talk to her.

Julie, wait a minute.

Julie? Something wrong, Mrs. Tyler?

No, it's my daughter. What do you people want now?

We'd like to talk with Sarah Proctor.

She left early. Try her at the bank.

This also concerns Julie, Mrs. Tyler.

I know you must be in trouble about her, but if you help us, we might be able to

straighten things out.

Help you how?

By letting us take a look around Ms. Proctor's room.

Morning, Sarah.

Morning. You're late.

I thought you might be sick.

Well, I do have sort of an upset stomach, but I thought I'd come in and

a try anyway.

I'm sure being questioned by that overly suspicious detective didn't help to

settle your stomach.

Didn't mind.

Mr. Jones?

Didn't you see him?

No. He went over to the boarding house to see you.

Well, you know, I think I'll just go over there and see what he wants. You

if I don't, I'll just worry about it all day long, and you know how that is.

Is there as much as you thought?

More.

There's one problem.

Suddenly, Jones wants to see me.

Maybe we'd better split now.

No. Unless you're running to just set him out after us. We're going to have to

sit here and play it cool.

Once the old lady's out of the way, there is no way they can tie us to

So you better take care of her fast.

Trust me, Pete.

We're done.

What has Sarah got to do with Julie's problem?

I think it's just possible she might be the cause of it.

I feel there may be some link between the job that Sarah has at the bank and

what happened to Wilson and Mr.

Ferris. That's what we're looking for now, some sort of evidence that might

prove that.

What are you looking for now?

Sometimes these old houses have hollow places in the walls hiding.

What's that?

It's just an old heating vent. My parents had a new furnace put in years

What's up there?

The attic.

Julie's room.

Betty, take a run up to Julie's room.

All right. Why?

If my hunch is correct, you'll find out when you get there.

On occasion, Sarah had a visitor.

Barnaby!

Barnaby!

I can hear you, Betty. Can you hear me?

Your voice is rather weird, but I can hear the word here.

Where do the words seem to be coming from? Anywhere near the bed?

Yes, right by it. You can come down now.

I think we have discovered the source of Julie's premonitions.

Mrs. Tyler, Julie heard Miss Proctor and her guest plot the murder of Wilson and

Ferris down here.

Probably when she was asleep.

Now, who was Miss Proctor's guest?

Joe Bronson.

Cafe manager?

They said they wanted to keep their affair a secret.

I found this on June.

Maybe that's what upset her so much this morning.

When was that?

Right before you came. She ran out of here.

She was shouting something about, I've got to save her.

Do you recognize the woman in the drawing?

Oh, the staircase looks familiar.

What's that?

The way it's curved, it looks like... It's a cane.

That's a cane.

That's Mrs. Coogan, her teacher.

Julie, this is a surprise. Please, Mrs. Coogan, you've got to get out while

there's still time.

They'll be coming soon. The voices told me you're in danger.

Oh, now, Julie, please calm down.

I didn't understand a word you said.

Now say it over again, but slowly.

I had this dream.

You were laying at the foot of your stairs.

Only I'm not sure it was a dream.

Julie, go in the kitchen, get yourself a drink of water, catch your breath. I'll

be with you in a minute. Now go.

Hi again, Mrs. Coogan. Why, Joseph, I didn't expect to see you again so soon.

clean forgot today was my day off, so I thought I'd come back and get that book

you mentioned.

You mind?

My copy of The Odyssey is upstairs.

I'll get it for you.

Julie! I'll be with you in a minute.

Julie? There's somebody else here?

A student of mine, Julie Tyler.

Poor dear's really in a state over something.

That's so.

She's had a bad dream about me falling down these stairs.

Child has a vivid imagination.

That car, it's Sarah Proctor's.

Good for you. Yeah, well, you found me. Stay with her, Ben.

there, Roger.

It's all over, Julie.

You're alright now.

Sheriff Mason called. He told me.

You can be very proud of Julie, Mrs. Tyler.

The way it timed out, I think she saved Mrs. Coogan's life.

I'm very proud of Julie.

Julie, can you forgive me for those terrible things I said to you?

There are a lot of things that I never said to you in words.

Whatever my life has been, and whatever it's going to be, you are the most

important part of it.

Thank you,

Mr. Jones, Daddy.

There's nothing to be afraid of now, is there, Julie?

Remember, demons disappear pretty quickly when you don't have to face them

yourself.

I'll remember.

Thank you.

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