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Good evening, fellow yacht owners.

This is not champagne.

You can see my tastes are much too simple for that.

This is not intended for a christening. It is my ship -to -shore communication.

I realize that my yacht may seem rather old -fashioned to luxury -minded people,

but I find the relationship Between a man and a gasoline engine, too coldly

impersonal, my engine is far more economical and very quiet too,

except for an occasional scream and the clanking of chains.

It is also quite speedy.

This is the accelerator.

So much for the simple pleasures.

We are presenting a story tonight called...

Day of reckoning. It follows in precisely one minute.

Sorry, partner, I lost this one for us. Don't feel bad.

My brother and his wife have developed mental telepathy into a high art.

Harold, she's accusing us of cheating.

Sibling rivalry.

You witnessed the crime, Judge. Are we guilty or innocent?

Not enough evidence.

Wouldn't you like to sit in, Paul?

I'm sure your sister would be better off without me.

No, thanks.

Who is the man?

What's his name? I have a right to know.

Please, Paul.

Let's not go over it all again.

I told you I can't go on.

I simply want a divorce.

You've always said before there wasn't anybody.

There never was. Well, this time there is, isn't there? You can't deny it.

I'm not denying it.

I want his name.

You'll know eventually.

Not to have it now. Why?

Because you know you wouldn't get your divorce if I knew his name, is that it?

I didn't say that. You don't have to.

Paul, when there was nobody, you always thought there was.

You always behaved as if there was.

You made it impossible long ago for me to go on loving you.

What difference now does it make if there is someone?

I can fight the divorce.

That won't get me back.

Felicity, die, please.

Please, give him up. No, I can't.

I won't.

You're not going to him.

You can't stop me, Paul.

And Felicity liked it, didn't. I'm being taken to the cleaner's. No, I, uh,

passed her.

Does she want one of you men to take over the steering?

No, she doesn't.

Well, I wish she'd come and watch the game I'm playing brilliantly.

Felicity never thought I was much of a bridge player.

You never were, darling.

Let there be a lesson to you, Trent.

Don't get married.

Flattery stops at the altar.

She must have run us aground. The passengers were quietly moved to the

The women and children laughed.

Felicity, what's up? Take a look.

Felicity!

Not here.

Not here? That's impossible.

Felicity!

Falling overboard.

She can't swim.

Judge, would you take that searchlight and go forward?

I'll see if I can back her off the bank with a double backlock. Close the city,

everybody.

Don't worry, dear.

She'll probably manage to reach the bank.

Anything up there, Judge?

No, nothing.

Alice made some coffee.

No, thanks.

Any sign?

No.

What are we going to do?

I think we should head back to the house.

I know you want us to keep searching, Paul, but we'll need more help. We'll

to call the police.

My men are searching the lake now. We should have some results by morning.

isn't very encouraging.

We're doing our best, Mr. Sampson.

Now, if you folks don't mind, I'd like to ask a few questions.

Can't they wait, Sheriff? This is hardly the time.

He's only doing his job, Carolyn.

This is what happened, Sheriff.

After dinner this evening, Felicity suggested that we take out the cruiser.

Judge Wilcox here happened to stop by, and we invited him to come along.

Well, anyway, we were playing bridge.

And Felicity was at the controls.

And that's the last we saw of her.

She must have fallen overboard.

That seems kind of strange, doesn't it? Is Samson just losing her balance like

that?

Was she drinking by any chance?

She'd had a few martinis.

How many would you say?

I don't really know.

She wasn't drunk, if that's what you're implying, Sheriff.

I don't believe I know you, sir.

This is...

Trent Parker.

He's been our house guest here for the past few weeks.

Trent Parker.

Well, I know the name.

I'm a golfer. I played here in the tournament last spring.

That's where I met the Samsons.

Yes, of course.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Parker.

Sheriff, my brother's very tired.

Why don't you come back in the morning?

Well, I was going to ask Mr. Sampson to go out in a cruiser with me. There are a

few things I'd like to clarify for my report.

At this hour? Now, really, Sheriff?

It's all right, Carolyn. May as well get it over with.

Dave, would you mind coming along with us?

No, of course not.

Harold and I will be at home if you need us. Thank you.

Is

this

where you ran aground?

Approximately.

Have you found anything?

No luck at all, sir.

I'd like to try to reconstruct the accident, if you don't mind.

How can you, sir?

Well, I can try. The coroner is bound to ask a lot of questions. I'd like to

have some of the answers.

Now, let me see if I've got it straight. All the people were in the cabin except

Mrs. Sampson. She was at the controls?

No, no. We were on autopilot. She was sitting right here on the rail.

Now, you came out.

Any particular reason?

To see if she might like another drink.

Did she?

No, so I went back inside.

And after that, she fell overboard.

It's funny nobody heard her cry out.

Remember, Sheriff, the engine was running and the radio was playing.

That's true.

Well, let's try a little experiment.

Frazier? Yes, sir. I want you to sit on the railing. Mr. Sampson will come out

of the cabin, talk to you, go back in.

After a while, fall overboard, give a shot, and swim to shore.

In my clothes, sir?

Well, you can get down to your shorts.

Can you swim?

Yes, sir.

All right. Head it out and put it on autopilot.

Now, Mr. Sampson, if you'd be good enough to duplicate your actions. Look,

this really necessary? I'm afraid so, Judge.

It's a few hours ago.

The others are playing cards.

Where were you, Judge?

About here.

Now, Mr. Sampson, you think your wife might like a refill, so you go out.

Pardon me, Judge.

And, uh...

The radio is playing. Yeah.

You can come in now, Mr. Sampson.

Mr. Sampson.

I came back in here and watched the bridge game.

Hey!

Never mind that. I'll have one of my men clean it up before we dock.

Excuse me.

Frazier, you okay?

Yes, sir.

That's strange, isn't it?

We heard the cry even though the radio was back. That's because we were waiting

for it.

Last night, everyone was concentrating on the bridge game.

Yeah, even so, you'd think someone would have heard her cry out.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless Mrs. Sampson didn't cry out at all.

Why wouldn't she?

There's always the possibility she took her own life.

Don't be absurd.

Felicity had everything to live for.

Besides, if she wanted to commit suicide, why do it this way?

I'm sure there are easier methods.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Well, we'd better head back. I'm sorry to have had to put you through this

again, Mr. Sampson.

Did they find anything?

Nothing yet.

Perhaps we'll hear in the morning.

I drove into town to get my things. I didn't want you to be alone.

The house seems so empty.

I keep expecting to hear a voice.

Carolyn. Yes, dear.

Carolyn, I've got to tell you something.

I must share it with someone.

What is it?

Felicity was leaving me.

Leaving you? She told me last night.

Why? Did you have a quarrel or something? No, no, no. Nothing like

leaving me for another man.

I don't believe it.

Neither did I, first.

Who was it?

She didn't tell me, but I think I know.

All today And would you excuse me I was just going

to get a nightcap can I get you something Thanks

Trent

He's been staying here for weeks

hasn't he he's been giving a golf lessons every day alone.

It's incredible

I'm not sure.

Not yet.

But I'm going to find out.

Paul, what difference can it make now?

Look, try to get some sleep.

We'll talk about it in the morning.

All right?

All right.

Paul?

Maybe there's still a chance Felicity isn't dead.

I know it seems almost too much to hope for, but after all, they haven't found

her body yet.

Maybe she did manage to reach the shore.

Maybe she's still alive.

I may as well be frank with you people. There's still one thing I don't

understand. How Mrs. Sampson fell overboard.

How does anyone fall overboard?

She slipped. She lost her balance.

In that case, she would have fallen into the boat, not out of.

Maybe she fainted.

That's a possibility. I called her doctor to check on her, but he's out of

Was she subject to fainting spells, by the way?

Not that I know of.

Now, another thing. When we examined the deceased's body, we noticed a bruise on

her forehead.

What are you suggesting, that she was struck before she fell?

Oh, not at all. I just wondered where it came from.

I can explain that, Sheriff.

Felicity and I took a walk yesterday.

There was a low branch in its structure.

Nothing serious, but enough to raise a bruise.

I see.

Did any of you notice that bruise last night?

I don't like the tone of that question. You act as if we might have something to

hide. Not at all, Mr. Sampson. I'm just trying to put the pieces together. You

can't play checkers without a board.

I wasn't aware we were playing games, Sheriff.

Apparently you won't accept the fact that this is a simple accident.

The only thing left is murder.

And since I was with Felicity before she died, it seems I'm the obvious

candidate.

Please, Mr. Sampson, there's no reason to talk like that. I haven't accused

anybody. Not directly.

Not even indirectly.

Well, then I apologize for misunderstanding you, Sheriff.

My wife had an accident and was drowned, but you won't take that at face value.

You keep on asking questions.

What sort of accident?

How did she fall?

Why did she fall?

I think those are reasonable questions under the circumstances. And as far as

accusing you of anything, the thought never entered my head. Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Well, think about it now, Sheriff.

I could have killed her. It is possible, isn't it?

Well, anything's possible. Well, this is more than possible. It's probable. I

was alone with her. No one else was out there. I could have pushed her over the

side, couldn't I?

Couldn't I, Sheriff?

This is ridiculous.

Paul didn't go near her.

Why do you say that, Judge?

Because I could see them clearly from where I was standing.

They were in my line of vision the whole time.

And nothing happened?

Nothing. He didn't touch her.

I wish you'd said something about this before.

I didn't think it was important.

After all, no one had made any accusations until a minute ago.

I haven't accused anybody, even though Mr. Sampson seems to think so.

I've got to be going.

The inquest will be tomorrow morning, 10 o 'clock.

I'll see you out, sir.

We should be going too, darling.

Thanks, Dave.

For what?

For telling that lie.

You couldn't see us at all.

Well, he seemed to be looking for some explanation for the accident.

He was being a nuisance, so I thought I'd head him off.

I appreciate it, but you weren't taking a chance.

Not really.

I wasn't under oath.

Besides, what difference does it make?

You certainly didn't kill Felicity, did you?

No.

So no harm done.

I'll see you at the inquest.

She was quite excited the day I bought those for her.

She always used to look forward to a lesson with you.

So did I.

We had some good times together.

I'm sure you did.

Look, am I in the way?

I mean, do you want to work? I don't find it exactly easy to work right now.

Well, they say it's good therapy.

Keeps the mind occupied.

Is that what you'd like me to do? Design a new office building?

It's just a suggestion.

What are you so anxious for me to forget?

I beg your pardon? Let's stop pretending. I know.

What are you talking about?

About you and Felicity.

What about us? You knew she was leaving me, didn't you?

Now, Paul, you've gone through a terrible experience. She was going away

you. Now, wait a minute. That's ridiculous. Where did you get such an

No, it's not ridiculous. She told me herself.

I admired your wife. I liked her very much as a friend, but that's as far as

ever went. Oh, I'm sure it was easy enough for you. It's always easy for the

other man.

He can present himself in the best possible light, make promises he never

intends to keep.

You have no responsibilities, no roots.

I suppose she liked that too, cheap romanticism. Paul, did Felicity say she

leaving you for me? No, no, she never mentioned your name, of course. She

to keep you out of this.

But who else could it have been? You were in love with her, weren't you? You

were waiting for the chance to take her away from me, weren't you?

Only it didn't work.

And now Felicity's dead.

But she didn't say I was the man, did she?

You just guessed I was. I knew you were.

The only thing I have to figure out now is the best way to kill you.

Only, Paul, I'll take your word that she was going to leave you. It seems

incredible, but it must be the truth.

I can see why, in a way, you thought I was the one. But you're wrong, Paul.

You're really wrong. Am I?

I've never wanted to take her from you.

Even if I had wanted to, I'd know I never could.

Besides, I... It happens I'm engaged to be married.

You're lying.

No, it's the truth.

Girl in Boston, I met her last year.

She's from back Bay her parents don't exactly approve of her marrying a golf

as it is but I Wouldn't risk having an affair with your wife. You're crazy. How

do I know you're telling the truth?

You can call her I'll give you her number

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I should have known it wasn't you.

I just couldn't think of anyone else.

Paul, are you sure it is true?

You've had a terrible time.

I'm not imagining it, if that's what you mean.

I, uh... I don't suppose you'd want to talk about it.

Oh, I'd like to talk about it to you.

As a matter of fact, it'd be a relief in a way.

You know...

Felicity never really loved me.

She as much as admitted it.

I think she just wanted to be in love for once in her life.

She felt she was missing something.

What's the good? I can't explain it. Either you understand or you don't.

I do. I do.

All the same, I think I better pack up and leave.

It'll be easier all around.

Trent?

You won't mention this to anyone, will you?

About Felicity leaving, I mean?

Of course not.

It's none of my business.

Thanks.

Was an autopsy performed, Sheriff? Yes, sir. And the result?

Mrs. Sampson met death by drowning.

Following a fall from the cabin cruise?

Yes, sir, it appears so.

Appears, Sheriff?

I just don't understand how she fell, that's all.

You've given us the impression that she lost her balance.

Yes, I think so. I just don't know how.

Sheriff, I'm not quite sure what you're implying. Are you suggesting that there

was something irregular in Mrs.

Sampson's death?

Your Honor, I'd like to dismiss Sheriff Jordan for the moment and call a new

witness.

Very well. You may step down.

What's he doing here? I don't know.

Would you state your name and occupation, please?

Felix Ryder, M .D.

Dr. Ryder, Bailiff tells me that you have some pertinent information

this inquest. Yes.

How did you come by this information?

Professionally. I was Felicity Sampson's physician.

Why didn't you contact us earlier?

I couldn't. I was away on a fishing trip. Just got back this morning.

Would you tell us the nature of your information?

Be glad to.

When I came home today, my wife said that Felicity, Mrs. Sampson, had had an

accident. Said a lot of people all over town were buzzing about it.

Seems that Sheriff Jordan couldn't figure out how she fell off the boat.

Well, I knew I could clear that up, so I came right down here.

Mrs. Sampson came to me about two weeks ago for a checkup.

She complained of pains in the chest, so I gave her a complete examination and

ran a series of tests.

What did you discover?

She was suffering from a serious type of progressive mycosis.

Is that a dangerous kind of disease, Doctor?

In this case, yes.

I didn't have her entire history, but from what I could gather, she'd had a

primary infection as a child.

This type of disease has a way of recurring.

Would it be fatal?

In time, yes.

She had possibly two or three years.

In view of the fact that she fell overboard, would you say that dizziness

be one of the symptoms of the disease?

Yes.

Arising from the respiratory difficulties, of course.

I'll be glad to let the court see my records.

Thank you, Doctor.

Now, did you tell Mrs. Sampson about your findings?

Yes, I did.

She asked me not to mention it to her husband or family.

I've held that confidence until now.

Any reason for breaking it?

Well, just what I said before, to clear up any rumors about her accident.

Mrs. Sampson probably had a dizzy spell, lost her balance, and fell over the

side. Thank you, Doctor.

You've been extremely helpful.

I have nothing more.

Well, in that case, I think we can adjourn.

That clears the air.

No question of the verdict now.

Accidental death.

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Don't forget, Paul.

If there's anything we can do, just call.

Why don't you take a trip somewhere?

The change might do you good.

Well, give it some thought.

I suppose you'll feel much like eating tonight.

Let me know if you want anything special.

I made

you a double.

It'll be nice having someone to look after for a change.

What do you think of Harold's suggestion?

What suggestion?

Taking a trip.

We could close the house and go to Europe.

The Far East or South America.

Do you good?

I can make all the arrangements.

Try to remember. Didn't Felicity say anything at all about what Dr. Ryder

her? Didn't she give you some small hint?

You've asked me that three times already, Paul.

She didn't say anything at all. No hints, nothing.

You must believe me.

But why?

Dr. Ryder.

He could have been the man.

Do you think he was lying, trying to cover up? Paul, please.

That she said there was another man, she wanted a divorce, so there must have

been another man. Why couldn't it have been Dr. Ryder?

Paul, he gave the coroner his records.

My dear, you can't go on mourning for the rest of your life.

Try not to think about it so much.

Believe me, you'll get over it eventually.

One day you'll be happy again.

Carolyn, it's no use.

Of course it is. I know.

Don't you understand?

I killed her.

Don't say things like that.

It's natural you should feel guilty.

You feel you should have stayed with her on the boat.

But, Paul, there's no way you could have known she was ill.

Didn't you hear what I said?

I murdered Felicity. I pushed her over the side.

That's not true. It can't be. It is true.

It wasn't planned. I didn't mean to do it.

I don't think I even wanted to, but I did, Carolyn.

It was sudden, like slashing the head off a flower.

The second later, you wonder why on earth he ever did such a thing.

This has all been too much for you, Paul. I told you that before.

You've been under such a strain. I'm tired of being pitied.

Everybody's pitying me, the grieving husband. I can't take it anymore.

But you are grieving.

You don't believe me, do you? You think it's all in my mind.

I didn't say that. But you're thinking it.

Well, what do you expect?

You're my brother.

I know you better than I know myself.

You're not a murderer.

You know why you don't believe me. Because you don't want to. Because it

interfere with your plans.

I haven't any plans.

Oh, yes, you have.

The plans you've been making ever since Felicity died, coming here to live,

taking care of me. You've got a happy picture of us growing old together.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but it's the truth.

Can't we talk about this tomorrow?

Tomorrow won't make any difference. This isn't going to go away. It's something

I've got to face.

Promise me you won't mention what you told me to anyone else.

I can't make any promises.

At least for now.

I understand I'm being put under the microscope.

Hi, Paul.

Let's stop the pretense. Carolyn told you, didn't she?

Well, yes, she did mention something about your problem.

Problem? Is that what she called it?

I should think you'd have more imagination, Carolyn. Or is murder just

household crisis these days, like the maid or the silverware?

Oh, please, dear. Yes, stop it, Paul. This is serious. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't

realize that.

I'm sure you do, Alice.

What do you think?

I think you should have kept this whole thing to yourself.

What? Why tell anybody? What good does it do?

Even if you're telling the truth. Alice.

Well, maybe he is. How do we know? Don't be a fool.

I just don't know what he expects us to do about it. I don't expect you to do

anything about it. You go around talking this way, who are you going to tell

next? I'd better tell somebody who'll believe me.

Yes, by all means.

Go around telling everyone. The postman, the gardener, the... What should I do?

Forget about it? Yes.

For our sake.

Your sake?

Whatever you've done, you've no right to drag us into it.

Don't you realize that we have a reputation in this community?

What about my children?

And Harold's business?

Alice, I'm sorry. I don't want to involve any of you.

But you would.

There would be a scandal.

What would it accomplish?

I murdered Felicity.

I took her life.

And none of you believe me.

None of you wants to believe me.

Of course we believe you. If you say you did it, that's good enough for us.

Stop trying to humor me. I'm perfectly sane.

Then think of the consequences.

We don't want a scandal.

It's funny.

If Felicity were here, she'd find all of this highly amusing.

Each of you have your own reason for keeping me quiet, so I'm afraid I'll

to forget about you and do what I think is best.

What does that mean?

I don't know yet.

Where are you going, Paul?

I'm going to get dressed and go to town. Any objections?

I'll give you a lift. Harold the watchdog.

No, no, no. I'm going that way.

All right.

I guess I might as well get used to wearing a leash.

Say, Paul, why don't we stop by Dr.

Reiter's?

What for?

Well, everything that happened, I imagine you could do with a checkup.

Physical or mental?

Physical, of course.

I feel fine.

Say, Harold,

I need some cigarettes. I wonder if you could stop by that drugstore there,

please.

Hello, Mr. Sampson. Sheriff.

Excuse my Sunday suit. I'm giving my safety lecture to the school kids.

And I'm supposed to be there in about ten minutes. Well, this won't take long.

Well, have a seat.

Thank you.

Now, what's on your mind?

Well, I... I came by to tell you that you were right.

Oh, about what?

About my wife's death. It wasn't an accident. I killed her.

Would you repeat that?

I murdered my wife.

You said something about my being right.

Well, you were suspicious of me, weren't you? It was fairly obvious.

Suspicious of you? No.

Thought never entered my head.

There's no reason to be polite. I'm not being polite. I'm just telling you a

fact. I didn't at any time connect you with your wife's death.

And I don't now.

Sheriff, will you listen to me? I pushed my wife over the side. I lost my head.

She was leaving me for another man.

Who? Well, I... I don't know.

I see.

No, no, you don't see at all. What's wrong with you? A few days ago, you

there was something suspicious about the accident. Yes, I did.

Frankly, I thought you'd all been drinking and nobody knew what had

That or a possible suicide. Dr. Ryder proved me wrong.

I'm sorry your wife's dead. You have my sympathy.

But if you think I'm going to make an official report of this conversation,

you're mistaken.

What are you afraid of, Sheriff? My family's influence?

That's got nothing to do with it. Maybe there's another reason.

You'd look like a fool if I confessed. People might think you didn't conduct a

thorough investigation.

Mr. Sampson, I resent that. I think you'd better go home. Your family's

worried about you. You don't believe a word I've said.

No, I don't.

And even if I did, it wouldn't make any difference.

The law cannot punish a man for a crime unless there is proof that he committed

it. And a man cannot convict himself unless there is reasonable proof.

But I've admitted it. It doesn't make any difference. You don't have any

You said your wife was leaving you for another man, but you can't produce him.

You said you pushed her over the side, but Judge Wilcox says that you didn't go

near her. He was lying to protect me.

Judge Wilcox was lying?

Come on, Mr. Sampson, you keep talking like that, they're going to lock you up

in another kind of place.

Ask him yourself.

Look, this is a waste of time, and I'm supposed to be giving a lecture.

Sheriff, would you sooner I went to the district attorney.

Let's go by the judge's house

Hello, Paul.

Sheriff. Judge, do you mind if we come in for a minute? Not at all. If you

promise to overlook the dust, my housekeeper's on vacation.

You're wearing your official look, Sheriff.

Force of habit, I'm afraid.

Judge, do you mind if I ask you a question?

Certainly. Dave, I want you to tell me... Mr. Sampson... Please, I'll handle

this.

Judge, when I was investigating Mrs.

Sampson's death, you volunteered a statement.

You said that all the time Mr. Sampson was out of the cabin, you could see him.

That's right.

Well, I'd like to know if that statement is true. Tell him, Dave.

Of course it was true.

No, no, no. Tell him the truth.

Mr. Sampson, please, I ask you to stay out of this.

If that's anything but the truth, Judge, you can do your friend a great deal of

harm. Dave, don't try to protect me. I'm not trying to protect you.

I happen to be watching you and Felicity, and you didn't go near her.

Well, that's good enough for me.

You mean you're going to forget all about this? Yes, sir, and I would

that you do the same.

Thank you for your time, Judge.

Mr. Sampson, I have to be going. Can I drop you someplace?

like you could use this.

Carolyn called you, didn't she? Yeah.

How much did she tell you?

Just about everything.

Paul, did you kill Felicity?

I was the man.

What?

That surprises you, doesn't it?

I don't believe it.

My sister put you up to this. This is some kind of a trick.

No, Paul.

But you hardly knew each other.

We met in town by accident a few months ago.

I took her to lunch.

And then to dinner when you were away on a business trip.

It got to be a habit.

You? I still don't believe it. Why? Because you think I'd be too old for

For the city didn't think so At first she wasn't going to ask you for a

and after she'd been to see dr Ryder She decided that we were entitled to the

time that was left It was what she wanted

With any consolation to you I loved her very much you think I care about that no

you never care about anything except yourself How do you think I felt the

for the city was drowned?

I loved her, but I couldn't show my feelings I was supposed to have lost

friend or the wife of a friend.

I wanted to jump in that lake after her, but I didn't.

I stayed in the launch and operated that light.

She was down there somewhere under the water.

The person I loved most in the world.

There's one thing you haven't taken into account.

I love Felicity too.

I loved her for years and I was losing her.

So you destroyed what you couldn't have.

After the accident, I felt sorry for you.

I felt sorry for both of us.

Then Caroline told me what you were saying.

I knew it was the truth.

Why didn't you tell the sheriff?

Oh, that would have been too easy.

You want to be caught.

It's the only way you can relieve your guilt.

But no one believes you except me.

You're not on the bench now.

You've got no right to pass judgment.

You destroyed Felicity.

I'm going to see to it that you destroy yourself, too.

You'll do a far better job than anyone else could.

You've got the rest of your life to live with a memory of what you did. There's

nothing you can do about it.

Nothing. If you say you killed Felicity, people will think you're insane.

They'll never believe you.

Never. Somebody will. I'll find somebody.

Go home, Paul.

Would you come here a minute, dear?

We'd like to talk to you.

What is it?

We've heard from the sheriff and Judge Wilcox. You've heard from a fool and a

liar.

Paul, dear, we just can't have you walking around spreading these stories.

You need rest.

Mr. Sampson, this is Dr. Campbell.

He's a psychiatrist at the Fairfield Institute.

Get him out of here.

Paul, Dr. Campbell would like you to go with him.

The Institute is only a hundred miles away.

You can stay there until you feel better.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm perfectly sane. I don't need a psychiatrist. Do you understand? Now get

of here, all of you.

Mr. Sampson, I'm afraid you have no choice.

I don't. We'll see about that.

Your sister and I have signed the committal papers.

Don't worry, dear.

It's just a formality.

And if you cooperate with us, Mr. Sampson, things will be so much easier.

It'll be all right, Paul. You'll see.

And we'll visit you.

We'll all visit you.

I have a joyous footnote to the grim scene which you have just observed.

Eventually, our story had a happy ending.

Judge Wilcox later admitted he had been fibbing and the world knew that Paul had

been guilty of murder, so he was finally granted his wish.

To his great relief, he was taken out of Fairfield and suitably disposed of.

I have the feeling that I have done quite enough for one day. However, I

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