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Excuse me, I don't
believe we've met.

Hey, big guy.
Welcome to the party!

Luther?

Luther H. Gillie,
the one and only.

Mr. Masters' literary
masterpiece has been stolen.

An honest to God case.

Not 24 hours after
I drop anchor on this rock.

Dad says every time
he helps you out,

you get into
all kinds of trouble.

People shooting
at you and stuff.

I guess the earl�est memory I
have of my Grandfather Sull�van

�s a k�nd of heart to heart talk we had
walk�ng down by the Rappahannock R�ver

when I was s�x years old.

We used to hunt for w�ld
asparagus down by the r�ver

to take home for my mom
to cook for d�nner.

Anyway, on th�s part�cular walk,
my grandfather conf�ded �n me

that probably the only th�ng you
could count on �n l�fe �s change.

That no matter how much you wanted
th�ngs to stay the same, they never d�d.

And the change �tself
wasn't bad.

It's �ust that the trans�t�ons
were somet�mes tr�cky.

Well, I'm not sure I understood what
he was talk�ng about at the t�me.

I was more �nterested
�n asparagus than trans�t�on.

But I never forgot �t.

And I guess �f there's one th�ng
I could �n some way pass on,

�t would be
my grandfather's adv�ce,

"Don't be a Fra�d
oF trans�t�ons."

"They make you strong."

$12,562 for the weekend
cruise in the Aegean Sea.

Check.

$6,720 for flowers.

We'll want to break those down
by name and date of delivery.

Quite. I have them
all right here.

And what about this year's
bonuses for the household staff?

I've decided to
increase them to 12O_.

Sir?

Well, I meant Mr.
Masters, naturally.

Naturally.

Magnum, Mr. Kunkle and I are quite busy at
the moment going over Mr. Masters accounts.

Oh, I can see that. Hi, Bruce.

Hi, Mr. Magnum. You
have his authorization?

What? Mr. Masters'
authorization.

We can't go around giving raises
without his authorization.

No. That wouldn't be right spending
Robin's money without his authorization.

Would it, Higgins?

Just set it aside.
We'll go over it later.

No, no, I don't mind.
It's okay, Higgins.

I don't mind waiting
while you sort this out.

Was there something you wanted or did you
merely come over here to be an obstructionist?

Oh, I just wanted to tell you that I
need to take some time off to go home.

A family problem?

No. I just want to take some time off.
A couple of weeks. Maybe a month.

Right now?

Yeah, I was hoping
to leave in the morning.

I'm afraid that's impossible.
Now where were we?

Higgins.

I'm right in the middle of
the year-end financial report.

The lawn is in desperate
need of fertilization,

the trim around the windows
and doors needs painting,

and Kenii has requested help
in planting the tulip beds.

All of which can wait
till I get back.

According to
the farmer's almanac,

the tulip beds must be planted tomorrow
night at midnight for the greatest effect.

I won't have you risk our
prize-winning gardens on a whim.

You want me to postpone my trip
for a silly bed of flowers?

Higgins, it's important.

Your regular two week vacation
is coming up in three months.

I suggest you make
your plans accordingly.

Next category.

Next category.

The next category.

Yes, I have it right here.

Robin Masters' estate.

Oh, yes, Miss Donaldson. I didn't
expect to hear from you so soon.

What? You mean to say...

Yes. Yes, of course.
You may count on it.

Magnum, there you are.

I wanted you to know I've reconsidered.
You may have your time off.

Three weeks, a month.
Whatever you like.

Only, uh...

I need for you to take care of one minor
little investigative problem for me

before you leave.

I can't. I've decided
to leave tonight.

Why, surely you can postpone a day or two.
It's important.

Yes, well, I suppose
you have your own priorities.

It's probably too
late now, anyway.

I doubt that you would
even be able to help.

Still, I would like to pose one hypothetical
question just to ease my state of mind.

If you received a telegram
from Mr. Masters' publishers

instructing you to release
Mr. Masters' latest novel

to a messenger service
they had hired.

Mr. Masters' latest novel?

A novel which is without a doubt his finest,
perhaps even Pulitzer Prize material.

Robin, king of the potboilers, has
written a Pulitzer Prize winning novel?

Regardless of the quality of the
material, what would you do?

About what?

About the manuscript.

Would you turn it over
to the messenger service?

Yeah, I guess so. Why not?

Precisely my reasoning.

A bit more polysyllabic, perhaps, but
the same conclusion, nevertheless.

Look, I hate to cut
this off, Higgins,

but there's some things
I have to do before I leave.

Unfortunately, I've only just learned
that the messenger service was bogus,

the telegram a fake.

Mr. Masters' literary
masterpiece has been stolen.

And someone must find it before
his publisher finds out.

You lost the manuscript?

Did I mention I'd be willing to pay
your expenses home, round trip?

After the manuscript is found?

Another th�ng my grandfather
told me about change

�s that �t doesn't always come
along at a conven�ent t�me.

In fact, �t usually happens

r�ght when you're �n the m�ddle
of do�ng someth�ng else.

And that �t's �mportant to
f�n�sh up whatever you're do�ng.

Even �f �t beg�ns to
seem l�ke dull rout�ne.

Because �t's how you make the trans�t�ons
that's as �mportant as mak�ng them.

At least, that's what
I th�nk he sa�d.

Hey, big guy.
Welcome to the party!

Luther?

Luther H. Gillie,
the one and only.

Bet you're surprised to see me.

I call it a St. Louis Sunrise. I
made it up myself. Here, try it.

I don't want a drink, Luther.

How about a chip?

No! Want to dance?

No! Hi.

Cleo! Great party, huh?

What are you doing here?

Rick said he was real surprised
to hear from your friend Luther.

You're here with Rick?

Excuse me.

Hey, where are you going, Rick?

Come on, let's dance.

No. Thanks. Did Rick
ask anything about us?

What about us?
You know, if we ever...

if we ever what?

Nothing. Hi, Rick.

Hey, Thomas, great party.
Come on, Cleo. We got to go.

No, already?

Sorry, baby, we got early
dinner reservations. Aww, okay.

Okay. Bye, Thomas.

See you, Thomas. Bye.

That's my chicken!

If you don't mind my saying so,
big guy, you seem a little tense.

You have got to
learn to lighten up.

Luther, I don't know
what you're doing here.

You invited me.

Or even how you got in here.

The butler let me in. I told him we
were working on a big case together.

I invited you?

Practically. I said, "if you're ever in St.
Louis, look me up."

You said, "Sure, Luther."

I figure that means
vice versa. So, here I am.

It's the first real vacation
I've had in 20 odd years.

Of course, some of them
were odder than others.

Odder than others!

Luther, you and your friends are
going to have to get out of here.

There are some
things I have to do.

Working on a big case?

Yeah, a really big case.
Why didn't you say so?

I'll lose these bozos
and be back to help you out.

No! Luther. Don't do
anything until I get back.

Hey, pal, anything for you.

Come on, you bozos.
This bash is traveling.

Luther!

Mr. Magnum, I thought you were working
on some case for Mr. Higgins.

And I thought you were working
on the books for Robin.

Well, I never get much chance to
just let it all hang out, you know?

You're not going to tell Mr.
Higgins about this, are you?

Excuse me, I don't
believe we've met.

Oh. Suzi this is Thomas Magnum.
Magnum, Suzi.

- Hi, Suzi.
- Hi.

I don't mean to be rude, but...

You heard what the big guy said.
He's got work to do. Let's go.

See you later?

Hey, you know, you remind me of my
ex-partner, Chuckie's second wife.

His second and also his fourth.

And you may not believe this, but he
regretted the day he ever let her get away.

- Again.
- Really?

Mr. Magnum, I'd really
appreciate if you could

possibly see your
way clear to...

Don't worry, Bruce. I won't tell
Higgins about seeing you here.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

Right.

Suzi!

Yes, yes, of course.

I will have someone
there to pick you up.

No trouble at all. Goodbye.

Okay. Here you are, Higgins. An
invoice for my time and expenses.

You've found the manuscript?

No. I don't think we're going to
find the manuscript, Higgins.

See, the address the messenger
service gave you is a phony,

the Western Union office had no
record of who called in the telegram.

So, we're iust
kind of out of leads.

So, here's a bill
for my services.

I believe the agreed upon payment was
one round trip airfare to Tidewater.

Yes. Yes. Of course, I'll...

I'll have Mr. Kunkle
draft you a check.

I'll simply have to figure out some
other way to deal with Miss Donaldson.

Miss Donaldson?

Mr. Masters' publisher.

She's decided to come and pick
up the manuscript herself.

She's arriving on the
first flight tomorrow morning.

Mr. Masters has received huge
cash advances on the novel.

I suppose he'll be liable to a
lawsuit if he doesn't deliver.

Well, tell her you'll deliver the
manuscript as soon as you get another copy.

There are no copies.

That's ridiculous.
There's got to be copies.

It's a whim of Mr. Masters.

He feels that more than
one copy is bad luck.

Well, what about the tapes? The
tapes he dictates his book into?

Destroyed.

As soon as the written manuscript
is received. Standard procedure.

Wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait a minute.

What did you say?

We destroyed the tapes.

No.

You said I'll have Mr.
Kunkle draft you a check.

How can you do that
without Robin's approval?

I'll take it out of my own salary,
naturally, while I've still got a salary.

I'm quite certain Mr. Masters will fire
me once the news of this fiasco breaks.

He won't fire you.
Especially if he is you.

Oh, Magnum, please.

If he is not you
and you are not him,

why did you have the only
copy of the manuscript?

I suppose a change is good for
all of us from time to time.

I shall hate to have
to leave this place,

but perhaps I've become
complacent here anyway.

Well, Higgins, I mean,

whatever the case,
it's got to turn up.

Whoever stole it will be calling in
any minute with a ransom request.

We'll call the police,
they'll pick up the thief,

Miss Donaldson will never
know anything about it.

I suppose there's a million to one shot
that something like that could happen.

Of course it could. What
else could it be but ransom?

You'll see, Higgins. Everything
will be fine in the morning.

Well, in the meantime, I
better get the books in order

before my meeting with Miss
Donaldson in the morning.

Right!

I guess the one th�ng
my grandfather told me

that stuck �n my m�nd
more than anyth�ng else,

was the part about f�n�sh�ng up
whatever you're �n the m�ddle of

before go�ng on
to the next th�ng.

No matter how hard
I tr�ed to �gnore �t,

that part had an annoy�ng way of popp�ng �nto
my m�nd when I really d�dn't want �t to.

Money, resentment...

Revenge.

Yeah. Yeah.

No.

If you knew Suz�.

L�ke I know Suz�.

Oh, oh.

Oh, what a gal.

There's none so classy
As that fa�r lass�e.

Sorry, I'm late. What?

I didn't wake you, did I?

What time is it?

12:30.

Rick was entertaining us at the club
with your theory about the butler.

My theory?

Yeah. About the butler
being Robin Masters.

It gave us a great laugh.

Especially Suzi.

You know, you meet some really
nice people on vacation.

Was Rick still with Cleo?

Are you kidding? Those two
lovebirds are inseparable.

Looks like you need some help, big guy.
Good thing I showed up.

Look, Luther, I know it's late,

and you can't do anything
about it tonight.

But first thing in the morning,

you're gonna have to find
a new place to stay.

Don't be ridiculous.
You know me better than that.

I wouldn't think of leaving you
alone with a big case to crack.

Whatever happened to Luther
Gillie who works alone?

It's a trade-off.

I'll pitch in here and later on you can
help me nail those Phoenix scrunge-o's

that are trying to steal
my football team.

Good night, Luther.

What are you,
UN-American or something?

Huh?

By the way, Luther,
how's Blanche?

Blanche? Couldn't be better.

Waiting for me to get
home, of course.

But you gotta always keep them
guessing just a little bit, you know?

Can't let them get too close
or first thing you know, wham!

They've got that old marriage
knot right around your throat.

So, you never got married?

What? You never got married?

Luther Gillie?
I'm not the marrying type.

You know that.

Good night, Luther.

Good night.

One th�ng I learned about change
on my own, you can't hurry �t up.

Even though you may th�nk you're
ready for someth�ng to change,

�t has to come about
�n �ts own t�me.

And there's not a whole lot
you can do to hurry �t up,

even though somet�mes
you th�nk you can.

"And I know that's why you
made the dec�s�on you made.

"Bel�eve me, Blanche,
I understand.

"Nobody could expect you to hang
around the rest of your l�fe,

"wa�t�ng for someone l�ke Luther
G�ll�s to change h�s str�pes.

"So, I w�sh you the best of luck.
No hard feel�ngs."

"But I guess I'll always
love you. Luther."

Not me.

Higgins.

What's going on?

Somebody iust tried to kill me.

Names of known enemies. None.

You have no enemies?

None that I can think
of at the moment, no.

List all the people
you owe money to.

All of my accounts are current.

Well, list all the people
you currently owe money to?

None.

Any romantic dalliances
with perhaps the wrong woman?

Mr. Gillie, please!

I'm sorry! These questions
have to be asked.

Murder investigation
is not always pretty.

If you don't mind.

What do you suppose is taking
the big guy so long, anyway?

There are a lot
of grounds to cover.

The assassin could
still be out there.

I'm certain Magnum
is proceeding with caution.

Just one last question.

Ls this absolutely necessary?

If you are Robin Masters...

Who told you that?

Why don't you iust say so
and end this silly charade?

Because I'm not.

Well, why doesn't the real
Robin show up and prove it?

What on earth does this
have to do with the fact

that someone iust tried
to take my life?

Just curious.

Unless...

Why didn't I see this before?

Magnum!

Higgins! What are you doing?

I thought you were inside.

The security panel showed
the front gate was open.

I wanted to see if it was forced.
I thought you were in the study.

I had a theory.

It looks like it didn't completely
close after someone left.

Precisely.

Shh.

It must be the wind.
He's long gone by now.

He?

Bruce Kunkle. I realized after
you left that he is the only one

who could possibly
have shot at me.

I checked his room.
Everything is gone.

His clothes, his books.
Everything.

After our discussion
this afternoon,

I discovered a discrepancy
on the books.

A $20,OOO discrepancy.

Bruce made a $20,OOO mistake?

I don't think it was a mistake.

My first thought was that
he stole the manuscript

to ransom it and replace the money
before I came across the entry.

Did you talk to him about it?

Well, I was going to.
It was late.

I didn't quite know what to say.
The lad has been with me...

With Mr. Masters'
that is, for 10 years.

He's a very gifted
young accountant.

I just thought that perhaps in the
morning things would look different.

Any luck?

Maybe.

Looks like we got
a matching set.

I found this shell casing
out on the windows.

Ten millimeter automatic.
Bren Ten, probably.

Or a Colt Super Elite.

Possibly. Definitely.

How can you know that for sure?

I just do.

This is great!

An honest to God case.

Not 24 hours after
I drop anchor on this rock.

And attempted murder at that.

Who said the old lucky streak
is running out?

Any suspects?

Oh, no, we can't call the police yet.
I know his family.

We have to at least try
to find him ourselves first.

If this guy is
trying to kill you...

I know where the next attempt will be.
I'll be careful. 24 hours.

As Chuckie would say, "Why take
only 24 hours? Take a whole day!"

All right. What have we got so far?
Motive. Opportunity. Weapon.

Weapon, opportunity, motive.

Once you get two out of three, wham!
You have nailed your guy.

For example, I had this
case back in 1963.

Had to do with
the transportation

of illegal cans of peanut
butter across state lines...

Peanut butter?

It's a long story.
At any rate...

Well, why can't you tell us about
the case you're working on now?

Sorry, little lady. That is rule
number two in the Pl handbook.

Never discuss your
current case with anyone.

I don't suppose either one
of you have read my book,

So You Want To Be a Pl?

Let me give you
a thumbnail sketch.

So you think Bruce is trying to kill
Higgins because he thinks he's Robin?

Will you quit
spreading that rumor?

Me? You're the one that started it.
Now you don't believe it anymore?

I didn't say I don't believe it.

It's probably true.
I'm not 100O_ sure.

Will you forget about that
for a minute?

Well, it does
kind of make sense.

Higgins being Robin
and Bruce kills him...

Rick. Then he doesn't have to
pay him any of the money back,

and nobody ever knows the wiser.
Come on, Rick!

Will you iust see what
you can do to find him!

You could count on it, pally.

Nobody's going to take pot shots
at Higgins and get away with it.

You know, you and Cleo,

you've been seeing a lot of
each other lately, haven't you?

Thomas, while I'm looking for Bruce,
what are you going to be doing?

I've got a lead on Kauai. All
I have to do is hitch a ride.

No!

Absolutely not.

You know Bryant and I
are going scuba diving today.

You've known for a week. Now, you do not
have to make this trip right this second.

T.C., there are certain
priorities in life.

And one of them happens to be
spending more time with my son,

which is above running errands
for Thomas Magnum.

Exactly! And maybe above that
or certainly to the side of it

is helping a friend
whose life is in danger.

All set, Dad. I think
I've got everything.

Great.

We can put all the stuff
in the van.

We still going?

Yeah, yeah, come on.

I'm going to show you ahi
or na'ena'a or paki'i

in their natural state
right out there in the ocean.

I thought Rick
was gonna help you!

Well, he is,
but I just got this hunch

that we can get more information
from the messenger service

than he can from Bruce Kunkle.

I'll get it.

And you could call the
messenger service on the phone

to find out if they hired someone to
pick up the manuscript from Higgins.

My son needs me.

T.C., you know that they are not going
to give that kind of information

to a total stranger
on the phone.

Oh, and they're going to
give it to you in person?

Mr. Magnum? It's for you.

It's Mr. Wright.

Yeah, Rick, any luck?

Yeah, you could say that.

Apparently he tied one on last night
after his fight with Higgins.

He was booked for
disorderly conduct at 12:15.

An hour before
Higgins was shot at?

Yeah. And he spent the rest of the
night as the guest of the county.

This is very embarrassing.
I graduated third in my class.

You're sure
he was there all night?

That's what I sa�d.

I got the paperwork to prove �t.

Thanks, Rick.

Hey, what's next?

This is really great.

Dad says every time
he helps you out,

you get into
all kinds of trouble.

People shooting
at you and stuff.

That's a lot more fun than looking
at a bunch of old fish underwater.

People shooting at us?

There's only one thing
I don't understand.

Why would anybody be trying
to kill Mr. Higgins?

Because someone with a big mouth
ran around telling everybody

that Higgins was Robin Masters.

, T.C., first of all I didn't
tell that many people.

Who'd believe something
like that, anyway?

Well, it's not really
that far-fetched.

Robin Masters, the guy who
writes all the books?

The guy Mr. Higgins works for?

Yeah.

Boy, you'd have to be
pretty dense to believe that.

Thank you.

Any luck?

I think so. We got to get back!

Yes, yes.
Of course, I understand.

I'll be there within
the half hour. Thank you.

Robin's Nest.

H�. Oh, Magnum.

Have you found Bruce Kunkle?

Yes, but Higgins, I...

Where �s the manuscr�pt?

I don't know, but, Higgins...

I can't put Miss Donaldson
off any longer.

I must go to her
hotel immediately.

No, wait.

I'll simply tell her the truth
and throw myself on her mercy.

Higgins, if you'd iust
give me a chance.

I'm afraid I've run out of time.

H�gg�ns! No!

Wait, wait, Mr. Higgins.

Mr. Higgins. I need to talk to you.
It's about the books. I made a mistake.

We'll have to discuss
the books later.

Mr. Higgins!

Oh, my God.

There he is.

Requesting an ambulance on Round Top
Road between Kapona and Lookout Point.

Roger.

Come on. Here,
now, take it easy.

Come on. Are you all right?
Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Someone sabotaged the brakes.

T.C# s calling for help.

I knew better.

You knew better what?

The car, this road.
Still, it was the fastest way.

You said before you knew where the
second attempt was going to take place.

Malcolm MacDonald. Who?

Higgins, who is
Malcolm MacDonald?

He passed out.

I called the paramedics.

Did he say who the lady is who
hired the messenger service?

I didn't get a chance to ask
him. But I think I know who.

Who? Malcolm MacDonald.

Who on earth
is Malcolm MacDonald?

Chuckie was on the main gate.
I was on the back gate.

And Blanche,
this other operative...

Blanche, she was on
the horn to the coppers.

You know,
these are really terrific.

Did you invent them?

To tell the truth,
my secretary...

I mean, my ex-secretary had come up with
some of the ingredients. But I named it.

You know, Mr. Higgins has sure
been gone a long time, huh?

Who, the butler?
Don't worry about him.

As long as he knows that Luther H.
Gillie is on the case,

this place is as safe
as Fort Knox.

Anyway, there we were,
me, Chuckie, Blanche...

Have you ever met
Robin Masters personally?

Me? You kidding?

Uh-uh.

Where do you think he gets all his
research material for his books?

From you?

Certainly.

Wow.

You really lead an exciting
and glamorous life.

Yeah, well...

You know, I would give anything
to meet Robin Masters.

Do you know that I have read
every one of his books?

Really?

I can even act out
some of my favorite scenes.

Yeah? Well
maybe late� on tonight.

After we meet Robin?

Of course after we meet Robin.

You mean it?
Of course I mean it.

I don't believe this. I mean, I
actually get to meet Robin Masters.

I mean, you have no idea
what this means to me.

Sure. You can tell
me about it later.

Right now,
I've got some work to do.

And you should buy
yourself something nice,

something green.

It's his favorite color.

OO.

You know, you are probably one
of the nicest men I've ever met.

Thanks.

- Don't forget.
- OO.

Okay.

One other th�ng
about trans�t�ons.

Somet�mes you get so caught up �n the
changes go�ng on �n your own l�fe,

you don't even not�ce
that the people around you

are go�ng through
changes themselves.

But once you do not�ce, the best th�ng
to do �s just stop for a m�nute,

and g�ve your fr�ends
a l�ttle help.

Because when you do that,

your own problems seem to have a
way of work�ng themselves out.

And even �f they don't, at least �t
rem�nds you that you're not the only one

who's try�ng to sort th�ngs out.

Okay, Luther.
You can come out now.

This is not what it looks like.
I know.

I'm here for one reason
and one reason only.

I know.

On the trail of a suspect who...

You know?

What else would a world class investigator
be doing in a beautiful woman's hotel room

but investigating?

Right.

This time I think we hit
pay dirt, the mother lode.

Your suspect is none
other than Suzi Merrill.

Motive, revenge.

There are some interesting little letters
that go along with these manuscripts.

"Too close in style and substance to
Robin Masters' To D�e and D�e Aga�n."

"Regret to inform you, your style is too
similar to our author Robin Masters."

One reiection letter
for each manuscript.

I guess she bought your ridiculous theory
about the butler being Robin Masters,

and figured with him
out of the way,

she'd have a better chance to
get her own books published.

Especially if she submitted.

Robin's latest effort
under her own name.

You know, Luther, for a minute I thought
you set the whole thing up yourself.

Me? Why?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe to solve the case and convince a
certain secretary, and maybe even yourself,

that you hadn't
lost the old touch.

You think that would work?

I think telling her how you
feel would work a lot better.

Nah.

Hey, you know, I think the
guys are all wrong about you.

You're not half bad.

Thanks.

The only thing we have to do now is
find Suzi before she finds the butler.

That's easy. I think
we'll find her in here.

Where?

I knew you'd come up here.

You just had to take the chance
to get your manuscript back.

Well, this time Chapter 3 is going
to end a little differently.

The world-famous novelist doesn't
get his precious book back.

Suzi, no. I can't let you do it.

Look, I told you to stay out of
the way until this was over.

I can't let you do this. Not to Mr.
Higgins, even if he is Robin Masters.

Which, I assure you, I'm not.

Luther!

Sorry, doll. The party's over.

I'm turning you and the manuscript
you stole over to the police.

How did you get the...

You shouldn't leave your hand
bag hanging around unattended.

Some snoopy Pl might
borrow your keys.

I don't believe
that's Robin's book.

No?

"Veronica shivered in the cool night
air, only her thoughts of revenge,"

"and the Colt Super Elite she held in her
shaking right hand to keep her warm."

You iust signed your
own death warrant, Gillie.

Oh, I don't think so, Suzi.

Mr. Magnum!

Sorry, Bruce.

I had to find out whether
you were in on it or not.

We can still turn
ourselves in, Suzi.

Throw ourselves on
the mercy of the court.

We can wait for each other
until after we're out of jail.

Bruce, you really should have
read Chapter 4 of Robin's book.

That's where Veronica kills
the young man she conned

into getting her
into the estate.

Look, don't listen to him.

Once they're out of the way
and we have the manuscript,

we can do everything
just like we planned.

We can travel, live like kings.
Just like Robin Masters.

Come on, baby.
Just get the manuscript.

You want the manuscript? Why
didn't you say so? Here you go.

Suzi!

Let go of it, Suzi.
Grab hold of my hand.

Let go of it.

A class�c case
of art versus l�fe.

Well, perhaps the novel she'll write
in jail will be her chance at success.

This is going to make doing the
monthly books a bit awkward

with Bruce incarcerated.

Still, I suppose we'll make
the best of a bad situation.

Oh, by the way, Luther said to
wish you a speedy recovery.

He's on his way back to St. Louis to
convince Blanche not to marry someone else.

Indeed.

How did you know to check the manuscript
to see where Suzi would show up next?

Oh...

Some of the things
you said, Higgins,

about the gun,
about the brake linings,

about Malcolm MacDonald.

Malcolm MacDonald?

The hero in Trans�t�ons.

See, I figured that Suzi
had to be absolutely certain

she was killing Robin Masters,

so she staged the endings
of Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

hoping to lure the one person
who knew the book

to where the murder attempt was
going to take place in Chapter 3.

And there's only one person that
had that knowledge, Higgins,

the man who wrote the book.

Astonishing.

I never cease to be amazed at the
convoluted way your mind works.

Just because I surreptitiously read Mr.
Masters' manuscript, doesn't mean I wrote it.

Sure, Higgins.

I can't believe the
manuscript is lost forever.

Well, hopefully, when Robin
sits down at his tape recorder

and starts over,
it'll be better this time.

Yes. Perhaps so.

You know, I was thinking, the fourth
chapter has always been a little weak.

Oh, aren't they always?

And the turnaround
in Chapter 6...

You were saying?

Isn't it a lovely day out?