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Okay, boys, this is it.

- Carson Drew's residence?
- Yes?

- We wanna see Nancy Drew.
- How about a picture?

Thank you,
that would be lovely.

- But I'm not...
- Hold it.

- What's the dope?
- How long have you known them?

- Why did they call the hospital?
- The hospital?

- You're responsible for the gift?
- Was it your idea?

- Mr. Drew...
- What a great thing you've done.

- Ls your father handling the deal?
- How old are you?

I don't know the answers to these
questions. What are you asking me for?

What's going on here anyway?

We've been asking your daughter
a few questions.

My daughter? She's not my daughter,
she's the housekeeper.

Do I look old enough
to be her father?

Mr. Drew,
I may not be in my teens...

...but you don't need to make it
worse than it is.

The laugh's on us.

One at a time.
What do you want to know?

We've heard Rosemary
and Floretta Turnbull...

...are gonna give the estate
to Dr. Spires.

And your daughter
talked them into it.

- Where is your daughter, Mr. Drew?
- Why, she's...

Gentlemen, I give you
the guilty party in person.

Dad, for pity's sakes,
what's all the racket?

Stay right where you are, Miss Drew.

Is it true you're responsible for this?

Oh, Dad, that's wonderful.

They say they have no right
to give the property away.

- Of course they have.
- Not for two weeks yet, Nancy.

What's the dope
on old Zachary Turnbull's will?

- I didn't even know there was one.
- Maybe I can help you out, Nancy.

The will provided that Rosemary
and Floretta, Zachary's daughters...

...must live 20 years in the mansion,
as he called it...

...before acquiring legal title
to the estate.

- The old man must have been nuts.
- Quiet.

- And the sisters have two weeks to go.
- That's it.

The will also stipulated
that during those 20 years...

...at least one of them
must be in the house every night...

...or the property goes to the city.
- That's a crazy kind of will.

That's my opinion too,
but I didn't draw it up.

Oh, that's off the record, boys.

- Lf you're through, I'll finish my breakfast.
- Okay.

- Thank you very much. Bye.
- Thank you.

- That picture you took of me?
- Oh, yes.

- Lf it's any good, I'll buy a dozen.
- Lf they're any good, I'll give you a dozen.

Oh, thank you.

What if someone claims
the Turnbull sisters...

...never spent
all those 20 years in that house?

The sisters were shrewd enough
to think of that.

They've had affidavits drawn up
from time to time...

...and witnessed by
various servants and neighbors.

- I have them right here.
- Gee, that's swell.

Then there's no danger
of the property going to the city?

Not after the next two weeks.

- Gee, I'm late. Goodbye, honey.
- Goodbye, Dad.

- Oh, Mr. Drew?
- Yes?

- I'm going now if you don't need me.
- I don't need you.

Here's the check for the butcher.

Tell him he's cutting the meat so thinly
it only has one side.

Yes, sir. Shall I tell him which side?

Dad.

- Hello. Is this the Drew house?
- Yes.

I suppose you've come
about the Turnbull place too?

Is there anyone else around
I can talk to?

Oh, well, I'm the only one home
right now, but I would...

You're not a reporter.

I want those affidavits.

- They aren't here.
- Come on, come on, where are they?

- I said they weren't here.
- Yeah?

Well, I'll just look around.

You can't come in here like this.

I'll call the police.

Help! Police!

Listen, little girl.

I'm trying to be nice.
No more tricks. Get in there.

- Dad has those affidavits.
- He didn't have them when he left.

And they weren't in his office.
They gotta be here.

You'll be sorry for this.
My father is a very influential lawyer.

He knows a lot of judges
and policemen...

...and he'll have you arrested...
- Shut up.

Yes, sir.

I've had enough of this. You're gonna
tell me where those affidavits are.

- I told you, they're not here.
- What are you hiding?

- Nothing.
- Come on, get up out of there.

So they weren't here, huh?
I ought to box your ears.

Iceman.

Hey, where are all the...?

Help! He's a burglar! A burglar!

Get going. Get going.

Ted. Ted. There he goes.

- Run.
- No, we gotta get his number.

- Did you get it?
- Sure.

It was either 7N253 or 5A976.

I think. Or something.

Or something?

That'll help a lot.

Nancy.

Nancy, I forgot my briefcase.
Those affidavits are...

- Oh, you've got them, huh?
- I almost didn't. A man tried to steal them.

- Steal them?
- Yes. He just got away.

He said he searched your office too.

My office? Would you know him
if you ever saw him again?

I certainly would.

- In a dark alley.
- I'm gonna call the police.

Oh, my gosh. That chunk of ice.

- Dad.
- Yes?

- Ted dropped a piece of ice on the rug...
- Never mind. I'll toss it in the icebox.

Toss it?

Oh, he'll think he found
a floating iceberg.

- You deliver ice to the Turnbulls, don't you?
- Yeah.

Oh, good, that's fine.
You can drive me over there.

My car's being serviced.
I have to warn those sisters.

- Warn them about what?
- I'll tell you later. Come on.

But, Nancy, I won't be over
to the Turnbulls for two hours yet.

Oh, that's all right,
I just love to ride around with you.

Okay.

But I do wish you'd chosen a job for
the summer that was a little more genteel.

Genteel?

Listen, I gotta get in training for football.
And this is a swell way to do it.

What would people think
when they ask, "Who's your friend?"

And I say, "The iceman."

You could have at least gotten a job
delivering flowers.

Flowers?

An iceman doesn't do bad.

Are you gonna tell me
what this is all about?

Go on, get going. I'll tell you later.

Well...

- I don't know.
- Come on, sarge. Give us a break.

When Captain Tweedy says nobody gets in,
he means nobody, and that's you.

At least give us the dope, sarge.
Was it murder or suicide?

- Did you hear that?
- I don't know.

- Maybe it's one of the Turnbulls.
- Yeah.

We've gotta get in there.
Grab a chunk of ice.

- Ice?
- Yeah, you sell it, don't you?

Oh, sure.

What about it, sarge?
Make a guess, will you?

How am I gonna convince you monkeys
I don't know nothing.

- You got something there, sarge.
- Yeah.

- Where do you think you're going?
- I'm the iceman.

Okay.

I'm his helper.

Miss Floretta, Miss Rosemary,
what's happened?

- We heard them talking out there.
- Oh, Nancy, it was terrible.

Phillips, our chauffeur, has been shot.

- What?
- Gee whiz, when?

About two hours ago.
You can put that in the icebox, Ted.

Oh, yeah. Sure.

He was lying there by the window
in his room, murdered.

They're not sure yet it was murder.

- Are the police still in there?
- Yes, they're still investigating.

Nancy, this is Mr. Talbert from next door.

- Nancy Drew and Ted Nickerson.
- How do you do?

Mr. Talbert, do you mean the police don't
know yet whether it was suicide or murder?

That's right.

- Here, drink this, it'll quiet your nerves.
- Thanks.

If it's murder,
I won't stay in this house.

- We'll move out.
- But you can't do that.

You'll lose your property,
and Dr. Spires won't get his hospital.

Miss Rosemary,
you won't move out, will you?

I don't know, Nancy.
This thing has me so unnerved.

We might be murdered in our beds
if we stay here.

I knew something terrible
was gonna happen.

Last night, I heard a dog howling.

That's just another of your superstitions.
It has nothing whatever to do with it.

Miss Floretta,
if this turned out to be suicide...

...then there wouldn't be any reason
to move out.

No, I guess not. We'd be sure
there were no assassins lurking about.

We'll find out
if the police have learned anything.

Yes, do.

- I'm not sure they'd want you to interfere.
- It�ll be all right.

Captain Tweedy's a personal
friend of mine. Come on, Ted.

It's suicide. I still say it's suicide.

- I've had experience in these matters.
- So have I. I say it's murder.

The trouble with you is you don't give
the police credit for no intelligence. Right?

- Right.
- Hello, captain. You know Ted Nickerson.

- Hello, captain.
- How did you get in here?

Oh, the Turnbulls are friends.

How is it every time there's trouble,
you turn up?

- We just wondered if you'd solved the case.
- Of course I solved it. It's suicide.

Unless you give me more proof
than you have...

...the DA's office
will set this down as murder.

What do you want me to do,
draw you pictures?

- Look, Phillips was laying right here.
- Yes.

All the windows was locked.
No way to get out.

- Could have escaped through the kitchen.
- But the kitchen maid would have seen him.

Why don't you flip a coin with him
so we can go to lunch?

The fact that there's no motive for suicide
indicates murder, and murder it will be.

Like I told you before,
there's no way to get out.

What do you want?

Here.

Write down what I tell you.
Make believe you're talking over the phone.

- But why?
- Just write.

Okay, shoot.

Dearest, I cannot live without you.

Life has been a walking shadow
since you threw me over.

Another way out. The killer could
have escaped through the basement.

That shows you how I don't leave
no stones unturned.

There's no way out through that basement.
The only window was barred.

- Hey, who you phoning?
- Why...

Oh, Ted has to phone his mother
every hour.

She worries about him.

You better say goodbye
to your mother now, Ted.

Yeah, Ma.

I'm swell, Ma.

Goodbye, Ma.

Fine sentiment.

You might as well give in.
You haven't got evidence to stand on.

- How about this gun found in his hand?
- Could have been a plant.

Mind if I look her over?

All right, so it's murder.

- Then who did it?
- Phillips gets around. He can have enemies.

Who they are is our job to find out, if we
can get any cooperation from the police.

Cooperation? That's all
we've been giving you is coop...

Oh, Captain Tweedy, I'm terribly sorry.
How clumsy of me.

Miss Drew, if your father
wasn't the man he is, l...

Here. What's this?

Where did that come from?

I don't know,
must have been under the jar.

"Dearest, I cannot live without you.
Life has been a walking shadow."

So it's murder, is it?
Get a load of that.

A suicide note.

I told you it was suicide, didn't I?

There it is.
Bumped himself off over a babe.

Probably the one in the picture.

- Lf you ask me...
- Nobody's asking you. Keep out of it.

I told you before,
there goes your murder theory.

All right, all right, Tweedy, you win.
Only shut up about it.

Can't take it.
Come on, Smitty, let's go.

Hey, wait a minute.

- Where's that gun?
- I don't know.

Here it is, captain.

It sort of came apart.

Sort of?

If I didn't have proof
this was a suicide...

...I�d say you were deliberately
obstructing the course of justice.

Come on, get out of here. Get out.

You too.

Everybody.

Floretta, they're doing
the best they can.

You can go on now
as if nothing ever happened.

I just proved it was suicide.
The case is closed.

Suicide?

I wonder why.

- Well, thank you, captain.
- Not at all. So long, folks.

Come on, Smitty, let's go.

I guess there's nothing
to worry about now.

No, I guess there isn't, Nancy.

It even seems sort of silly
to think about leaving, doesn't it?

Yeah, you're just as safe here
as if you were in jail.

Floretta, maybe we have been
a pair of foolish old women.

I'll say.

- Oh, I mean, Miss Rosemary...
- It's all right, Nancy. We'll stay.

After all, we do want Dr. Spires
to have his hospital.

That's fine. I'd hate to lose
my old neighbors so abruptly.

Well, we better be running along.
Ted has to finish delivering his ice.

- Oh, gosh, yes. Excuse me.
- Bye.

What are you dragging me
back here for?

Look, Ted. I saw it there
when we first came in.

Gee, that must be the shell
from Phillips' gun.

That's what I figured.

We better take this
to Captain Tweedy.

I should say not.
Why, that'd spoil everything.

Let me see.

Phillips' body was lying about here.

At least we ought to tell him about Phillips
being the one we saw this morning.

And have the Turnbulls know
he was after the affidavits?

That would scare them into moving.

I know, give me your belt.

If I give you my belt,
I'll be wearing my pants like a pair of spats.

Oh, you can hold them up, can't you?

You and your ideas.

One.

- Lf you keep butting in on the police...
- Two.

...we're gonna spend the rest
of our vacation in jail.

You know that, don't you?

Four.

A quarter.

Four and a quarter lengths.
Remember that.

Well, maybe I'm dumb, Nancy,
but I'm still in the dark.

- Where's that shell?
- Here.

- Do you know what kind of a gun this fits?
- A Luger.

That's the kind
Captain Tweedy showed me. Why?

Could you get ahold of one
exactly like it?

Well, my Uncle Bill's got a Luger
he captured during the war.

He might lend it to me.

Swell. You get it and meet me
at my house in a couple of hours.

- And buy some shells to fit it too.
- Wait a minute, Nancy.

I gotta finish my ice route.

- Oh, but this is vital.
- Well, so is my job.

If I get mixed up with you
on this thing anymore...

...I�ll be fired as sure as shooting.
I can feel it.

If you're gonna be stubborn,
go on back to your old ice wagon.

Now you're talking.

Only you have to promise to bring the gun
and meet me in the morning.

Get out of here, Nancy.
I promise to bring you a Big Bertha.

A French 75, a howitzer.

Let's call it a load, Burt,
before this jalopy collapses.

- Hey, Nickerson.
- Yeah?

Before you start,
go to Canyon Road and Glen Drive.

Special order for 500 pounds.

A party by the name of Mrs. Brown.

- She asked for you.
- Yeah?

Good going, Ted.

A few more like this
and you'll be in line for a promotion.

Hot diggity. Thanks, chief.

Canyon Road, Glen Drive.

Ted. Ted.

Hey, what are you doing
way out here?

Come here, quick.

I can't. I gotta deliver some ice.

Goes to a party named Mrs. Brown.

That's me.

Nancy Drew,
if this is your idea of a joke...

Oh, come here. I'll pay for your ice.

That's all I want to know.

- Ted?
- Don't talk to me.

Don't put that ice in my car.

Ted, cut it out.

You ordered 500 pounds of ice,
didn't you, Mrs. Brown?

But l... I didn't really want it.

You ordered it,
and you're gonna take it.

You better be well... heeled...

...because 500 pounds of ice
is gonna cost you exactly 3 bucks.

Three bucks?

Yeah, 3 bucks.

What are you doing up here anyway?

There's an ordinance
against shooting guns in the city.

And I just had to shoot this one.

- Well, go ahead and shoot it.
- I can't make it work.

Wait a minute, will you?

Let me have that.

Well, how do you expect it to work?
You haven't got it cocked.

There.

That is the trigger.

When you pull that:

Since you're here, you wouldn't mind
shooting it a few times for me, would you?

You didn't have this very well
planned out, did you?

Okay, what'll I shoot at?

How about that board up there?

- Here goes.
- Wait a minute.

I have to do measuring,
and I can't do it without your belt.

My belt?

That's the real reason
I had to get you out here.

Nancy, how am I gonna convince you
that my belt is supporting things.

Oh, you can hold them up. You don't have
to shoot with both hands, do you?

Someday, I'm gonna be psychoanalyzed
to find out why I'm such a dope.

Pull, will you?

Here. Now, stand right there.

Don't move.

One...

...two...

...three...

...four and a quarter.

- Go ahead and shoot now.
- Okay, hold your ears.

- That proves it, Ted. That proves it.
- Proves what?

Phillips was murdered. Those empty
shells went straight in the air.

- Not one of them fell even half the distance.
- Half what distance?

Oh, come out of the fog, Ted.

That empty shell I found
was four and a quarter belt lengths...

...from where Phillips was discovered.

If he'd committed suicide,
the shell would have fallen beside him.

That proves he was shot
from across the room.

Gee, that's right. Well...

- You better tell Captain Tweedy.
- I don't dare. The Turnbulls will find it out.

Gosh, you better tell somebody.

I guess I'll just have to take the bull
by the horns and talk it over with dad.

Wait a second, will you? Hold this.

I wanna see how many times
I hit that board.

Hey, I only missed it twice.

Nancy, look.

Ted. Ted, a man.

A man on a bicycle. Quick!

Just a minute. Just a minute.

What are you doing here?
Who are you anyway?

- I'm the iceman.
- Yeah?

I'm gonna let you off this time.

But you gotta learn
to respect the law like...

Like it was your own mother.

Gee, thanks, captain. I will.

Oh, excuse me.

Hey, come back here.

Yes, sir?

I got this thing all together
but one part.

Do you, by chance, happen to know
where that belongs?

Oh, sure, that's a cinch.

Gee, I thought it was gonna work.

Get out.
Get out before I have you arrested.

Sorry. Excuse me.

How many times have I told you...

...you should tell Captain Tweedy
in the first place.

And have the Turnbulls find out?
I should say not.

Murder's a serious business.

Captain Tweedy must be informed,
even if it means no hospital.

- But, Dad...
- Ruthie, get the police station.

Couldn't we keep it a secret
for just a while?

- No.
- Until the sisters come into the property.

No, Nancy. I'm sorry.

Carson Drew calling. I'd like to speak
to Captain Tweedy, please.

Well, where did he go?

Oh, I see. Thanks, sergeant.

What is it, Dad?

Captain Tweedy got a call
to hurry to the Turnbull house.

He did? Well, something
must have happened.

We better get out there right away.

Well, where do you think I'm going?

- You wanna come along?
- Why, of course I do.

That's very interesting. Very interesting.

- Oh, it's Nancy and Carson Drew.
- Oh, how do you do?

- Hello, Tweedy.
- Hello.

- Hello, Mr. Talbert.
- Hello.

Mr. Talbert, Mr. Drew.

- How do you do?
- Drew.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

- What's wrong, Tweedy?
- We were robbed last night.

- A lot of things were stolen.
- And we couldn't be robbed.

I'm afraid I don't understand that.

What she means is no one could get in...

...because all doors and windows
were locked.

And they were locked. All of them.

From the setup, I'd say it was the work
of a master cracksman.

But never mind, me and Smitty
will case every pawnshop in town.

Give me a list of the missing articles.

Well, they were all
from Floretta's room.

First, there were two postage stamps.

Two postage...

- Postage stamps?
- Yes, and a package of hairpins.

Package of hair...

Hairpins? Is that all?

No, there was that slip of paper.

It had the telephone number
of the North Side Laundry on it.

Why should anyone bother
with such trifles?

Mr. Drew, there's a mysterious presence
in this house. I've felt it for some time.

At first I scoffed at Floretta,
but last night there were footsteps too.

We couldn't sleep a wink.

Then this morning,
we found my room had been robbed.

Maybe you just misplaced the things.

- Oh, we made a thorough search, Nancy.
- Rosemary...

...we haven't told them
about the singing.

- Singing?
- Yes, we heard singing.

A distant voice coming from nowhere.

You sure you didn't hear
some bells ringing also?

No. Just singing.

Mr. Drew, can I see you
a minute, please?

- Pardon us.
- Excuse me too.

Watch them.

They're nuts, absolutely nuts.
They're just taking up my time.

Captain, Nancy has a theory
that may help you in this case.

- Dad.
- She has a theory?

Yes, that Phillips did not commit suicide.
He was murdered.

Murdered? The whole police department
said it's suicide.

We have a suicide note
written by the deceased.

Now a schoolgirl
is gonna tell us we're wrong?

If you'd only listen to her.

Listen? Listen to me,
that's all I've been doing is listening.

If I listen to anymore
of this bughouse talk...

...the mayor will have me
driving patrol wagon again.

Very well. If that's the way
you feel about it, we'll drop the matter.

With pleasure, Mr. Drew. With pleasure.

Thanks, Dad.

- Smitty, let's go.
- Yes, captain.

Aren't you gonna do anything
about the theft?

Oh, sure, we'll get
right to work on it.

Hairpins, postage stamps, singing...

- Listen, you know, l...
- Don't you start.

I should have listened to my mother.
I'd have been a fireman.

Yes, captain.

I must be getting along.
Don't hesitate to call if you need me.

Thank you, Daniel. It's a comfort
to have neighbors one can depend on.

Thank you.
Happy to have met you, Mr. Drew.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye.

- Good day, Nancy.
- Goodbye, it was nice of you to come over.

I'm afraid you can't expect
much help from the police.

He didn't believe us?

That settles it.
We can't stand it any longer.

After last night,
and what happened yesterday...

Miss Rosemary,
you aren't going to leave again?

- One can't combat the supernatural.
- Supernatural?

Oh, I'm sure there must be
some plausible explanation somewhere.

How old is this house, Miss Rosemary?

Why, grandfather built it
during the Civil War.

Well, the age of the house
may explain the footsteps you heard.

After all, you know,
old houses do creak.

But there was a voice.

I'll bet that was a radio
in the neighborhood somewhere.

- Oh, I never thought of that.
- What about the things that are gone?

Well, I don't like to suggest this possibility,
but are you sure your servants are all right?

Well, we only have one now,
the kitchen girl.

She comes every morning,
but she doesn't sleep here.

I see.

Well, it does look like an outside job.

Miss Floretta, are you certain
there wasn't a window open anyplace?

Only a tiny one in my closet.

I keep it open for ventilation.

Oh, then somebody
could have gotten in.

Oh, but they couldn't, Nancy.

It's only so big.

I'm sorry things have taken this turn.

I wish there was something I could do.

Maybe a person couldn't have gotten in
through that little window, but a bird could.

- A bird?
- Bird?

Well, certainly.
Some of them are notorious thieves.

They'll steal anything.

Haven't you heard about that crow
who's been taking things?

No, Nancy, I haven't.

Of course you have, Dad.
He's famous, remember?

No.

Dad, you were reading about it
in the paper last night.

Oh, that one. Yes, that's right.

To quote Nancy,
I think she's got something there.

He probably flew in your room
this morning.

Hairpins and postage stamps
are just the kind of things he'd take.

Floretta, maybe a crow did do it.
They do steal things.

Oh, l... I don't know.

I'm sure you have nothing
to fear in remaining here now.

You just keep that window closed.
Everything will be all right.

Well, if Rosemary is not afraid.

I never actually was afraid.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you both so much.

And I'll try and arrange
to have that crow captured right away.

Coming, Nancy?

There's Ted. I'll ride back with him
if you don't mind, Dad.

- All right. Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mr. Drew.

Gee, if I lived in a swell old house
like this, I'd never want to leave.

I'll bet you 23.80, if you weren't giving it
to the hospital, you could sell it.

I guess we could, Nancy.

Miss Rosemary, has anyone ever tried
to buy the estate from you?

Oh, not in a long time.

Except for those racetrack people.

Racetrack people?

They stopped bothering us when
they heard we had no right to sell it.

Why, we wouldn't sell our place
for a racetrack.

Well, l... I don't blame you
for not selling.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'll have to hurry to catch Ted.

- Bye.
- Goodbye, Nancy.

Have you ever heard
the definition of a duck?

No. I give up. What?

This is gonna kill you.

A duck is a chicken with snowshoes.

And a half... wit is a person who spends
half their time trying to be witty.

That's the funniest one yet.

Ted, I'd like to speak to you
if you can spare the time.

Yeah, sure, Nancy.

Excuse me, will you?

You give a free performance with every
cake of ice. You should be on the radio.

I was just trying to promote business.

I don't care to discuss it any further.

I learned something
that's terribly important.

- I need your help.
- Nothing doing.

After what happened, I absolved myself
completely from any connection...

...with your dizzy schemes.

It hurts me to bring up this subject.

What if your employers
knew how you spend time...

...when you should be delivering ice?

So now you're gonna blackmail me?

Why, Ted, I never even
intimated such a thing.

Just wait.

- Hi, Ted.
- Do you know how long I've been waiting...?

Where did you get
the locomotive headlight?

Come on in.

- What if those sisters wake up?
- Don't worry, they won't.

- How do you know?
- They served refreshments a while ago...

...and I put sleeping tablets in their coffee.
- What?

Nancy, for God's sakes.

- I'm gonna breeze.
- Ted.

Don't be like that.
I only have one little job for you.

- Then you're all through.
- You're sure it's just one?

- Oh, certainly.
- Well, let's get it over with.

- Here, hold this.
- Okay.

- What are you gonna do with the blankets?
- I'll show you.

You go first.

With the light.

- Boy, what a joint.
- Go on.

Nancy, look.

Oh, for goodness sakes.

It's only a dress dummy.

- Give me those blankets.
- Okay.

Here, help me.

Hey, Nancy, you're not
gonna sleep down here, are you?

No.

- You are.
- Who me?

Just one little job, huh?

Well, I won't have any part of it.

If there's anything prowling around
tonight, it's not gonna step on me.

Ted, I might have expected a statement
like that from Miss Floretta.

Don't tell me you believe in ghosts too?

Well, I don't believe in them,
but I'm still afraid.

I must say. And you expect to be
a big football player this season.

Besides, what do you suppose
the team would do to you...

...if they knew you were a fraidy?

Now, Nancy, you wouldn't
pull a thing like that on me.

Oh, well, not deliberately.
But it might slip out accidentally.

Look, whoever's been
getting into this house...

...hasn't been coming
through doors or windows.

So it must be through this basement.

How, I don't know. And that's why
somebody has to be here.

Why can't that somebody
be somebody else?

I've worked this thing out
very carefully.

While you're watching on the inside,
I'll be watching on the outside.

And if anyone comes after those affidavits,
one of us is bound to see him.

Here, maybe you can get a picture of him,
for evidence.

Get a picture?

Well, where did you snag this?

I borrowed it from a photographer
on the Tribune.

Better be careful of it, I told it was for you.
You're responsible for it.

I'm responsible for it?

Well, who's responsible for me?

There's nothing to worry about.

As soon as I see anyone
trying to get in, I'll run for help.

Oh, please, mister.
I didn't mean any harm.

Please... Please don't take me away.

My father, he'd never get over it.

He's the best most wonderful man
in the world.

- He is, is he?
- Dad.

Next time you try to get me out of town
by sending a fake telegram...

...be sure the heading
doesn't read River Heights.

- Oh, Dad. Dad, you scared me.
- I meant to.

This will be a lesson for you.
Now get into the car, we're going home.

- Oh, Dad, I can't.
- Hurry up. Hurry up.

But there's something
I've gotta tell you.

I don't wanna hear another peep
out of you tonight.

Now get moving and go straight home.

Effie, did you put that ice card
in the window?

Yes. But why you want more ice
after yesterday is beyond me.

But I've got to see Ted.
It's very important.

Well, you won't
have to wait long. More ice.

Hi.

Where's Ted? Mr. Nickerson?

- He's in jail.
- In jail?

Yes, he phoned the office
about an hour ago.

- And he got canned too.
- Canned?

Just put it on top.

So he ain't a criminal, eh?

Well, there's a law against
parading around like he was.

You think it's funny, do you?

Well, you got me in an awful jam.

You know I got bounced
by the ice company?

Oh, I'm sorry, Ted.

That's just the way the officer
found him, sneaking down an alley.

- What happened to your clothes, Ted?
- Somebody swiped them last night.

These were in an old box,
and it was all I could find.

And besides, I found this on my stomach
when I woke up.

- This note bears immediate investigation.
- You're right.

- We don't wanna leave no stone unturned.
- Dad, you don't need me anymore, do you?

No, captain and I
will get along very well without you.

I'll drive you home, Ted, come on.

Can I go now, captain?

I ought to keep you here on account
of becoming an offender.

But this is the last time.

- Oh, thanks a lot, captain.
- Gee, thanks, captain.

And try and be a good boy
and keep out of here.

Ted, Ted, you got a picture,
didn't you?

Gosh, the flashbulb's burned out.

- I was so upset I didn't notice it.
- Hot sausage.

If that picture's what it should be,
we'll have proof of Phillips' murder.

- Gee, I'd better tell Captain Tweedy.
- No, sir.

We're gonna develop
that picture ourselves.

Dad thinks I'm crazy. I'll show him.

But, Nancy.

- Watch your step, lady.
- Lady.

This warning note and the things
still happening at the Turnbull house...

...proves that Phillips was hired
by someone to get those affidavits.

He probably tried
to double... cross and was killed.

Mr. Drew, I'm convinced.

- I'll reopen the case.
- Thanks.

Oh, I only ask one favor.

Try not to alarm the Turnbull sisters.

It's important that they don't
move out of there until their time is up.

Don't worry, Mr. Drew,
I'll operate in absolute secrecy.

Thanks. I'll be at my office
in case you need me.

Smitty, round up a couple
of squad cars.

Better bring some tear gas, and, oh, yeah,
throw in some Tommy guns.

Be careful.

What is it? I can't make it out.

It's a person.

- Only it's kind of blurred.
- Looks more like a ghost.

Well, whoever it is, he must have moved
the camera when he hit the string.

Why, he's going toward a door.

So that's how he gets in.

Boy, this is the pancakes. Get in gear.

Hey, what comes off here?

- This is terrible.
- No, no...

This is all lies.

- Lt's all right.
- Has that Tweedy lost his mind?

Close it up, Mike.

Captain Tweedy,
where are you taking them?

Jail. I just arrested them
for the murder of their chauffeur.

And I've got you to thank for it. You father
showed me you discovered it was murder.

But they didn't do it.

They didn't? Of course they did.
Doors and windows all locked, inside job.

But, captain, this photograph...

- Got no time to look at pictures, too busy.
- But, captain...

Smitty, lock her up.
Okay, Jim, let's go.

Captain Tweedy,
you're making a mistake.

I never make any mistakes.

Well, there goes your hospital.

It's a cinch the Turnbulls
won't be home tonight.

Ted, I've got to get to a phone.

Hey.

- What are you trying to do?
- I wanna get in to that phone.

- You can't bust a window.
- Ted, don't stop me.

This is much more important
than any old window.

That's housebreaking, Nancy,
and I've been in jail enough.

Now look what you've done.

I'm sorry, Ted, but, well,
as long as we're in...

...I might as well use the phone.

Nancy Drew.

I'm gonna give myself up.

- Hello. Hello, Dad?
- Hello, Nancy. What's the trouble?

- What?
- You've gotta get them out right away.

If Captain Tweedy keeps them away
from the house, they'll lose it.

Can't you raise some bail or something?

Nancy, I can't bail them out,
not on a murder charge.

I'll see Tweedy right away though.
Where are you calling from?

The Turnbull house.
I'll call you back pretty soon.

- What'd he say?
- He doesn't think he can get them out.

We've gotta do something right away.

- Where's that picture?
- Oh, here.

Ted, this door is our only hope.

I feel like a criminal returning
to the scene of his crime.

Ted, where was your camera sitting?

Over on the steps.

Right about here.

Well, then according to this picture...

Ted, there's no door on that wall.

Let me see that again.

Well, there I am on the cot,
where you can see I shouldn't have been.

And there's the post.

Well, there's either a door there
or this picture's a liar.

Ted, it's a secret door,
that's what it is.

Look, there's no mortar in that crack.

- I think we're getting hot.
- This is it all right.

- The dust has been tracked away.
- Yeah.

Come on, Ted, start pushing.

Here. Give me room.

Whoever uses this door,
doesn't open it this way.

- How do you suppose they do open it?
- Search me.

Say, I wonder if it could be these.

No.

No soap.

Well, maybe it opens
by pushing one of these bricks.

Yeah, if you push the right one, maybe.

We'll get this door open if I have
to push every brick in this basement.

Better get started. It looks to me
like there's plenty of bricks to push.

Well, let's get going.

- You take that side, and I'll take this.
- Okay.

Now remember which ones you pushed.

What do you expect me to do,
keep score?

I've got it.

Now, you push them,
and I'll mark them.

How much paint you got?

Oh, Nancy, there's no future
to this brick pushing.

Yeah, we are getting
kind of far away from the door.

Doggone it.

It just... It just has to be
one of those pegs. There's nothing else.

- Maybe it'll work if I push.
- Okay.

Hey, Nancy. Nancy!

Nancy.

- Nancy.
- I found it. I found it.

You might have busted your neck.

I didn't land on my neck.

Ted, the door!

We better make sure
we can open it from this side.

Yeah.

Hey.

This is connected with the one
on the other side.

That's why it's broken.

Well, prop it open.

Okay, I will.

Here.

There. That ought to hold it.

Go on, but don't get
too far ahead of me now.

Don't worry, I won't.

Why would anyone
want to dig a tunnel here?

I bet I know.

The Turnbull house was built
during the Civil War.

They probably built this
so they could get away...

...if the house was surrounded.

Good idea. Wish I had one.

There are times
when one would come in handy.

What's that?

Not so fast.
That may be a deep hole.

- Well, find out.
- Find out?

You find out.
You won't sink with those...

Those boats you're wearing.

Don't tell me you're scared of frogs.

- Look.
- Gosh.

I mean... Gosh.

- You're not gonna open it, are you?
- Certainly. One little peek won't hurt.

I hope you're right.

Go on, you do it. I can't reach it.

Okay.

- Be careful now.
- I will.

Go on.

I only hope you can keep up with me
when I start retreating.

Well, go on, open it.

What? Why, it's somebody's house.

Wish there was some way of finding out
whether anyone's here or not.

Yeah.

Iceman.

Go on.

I guess the house is empty all right.

We better leave this door open though,
just in case.

- Say, where are we?
- I don't know.

Ted, look.

Why, it's the Turnbull estate.

- Then this is Mr. Talbert's house.
- Are you sure?

He lives right next door
to the Turnbulls, doesn't he?

Yeah.

Oh, my gosh.

- Your clothes.
- Yeah, the whole works.

Even my ice pick.

Nancy, Talbert must have been the one
that swiped these clothes.

And left that note and everything.

Yeah, and murdered Phillips too.

Murdered Phillips?

This isn't so hot, let's get out of here.

We haven't any positive proof yet
it was Mr. Talbert.

He hasn't any reason to want
the Turnbull house to go to the city.

Oh, let somebody else
figure that out, will you?

Hey, Ted. Give a look.

Why, it's a racetrack.

You know what?

According to this, the Turnbull place
wouldn't be good for a racetrack.

Unless they had this house too.

- Lt's right in the entrance.
- Yes.

Mr. Talbert could stick them plenty too.

And unless the Turnbulls
lost their property...

...Talbert wouldn't have any sale.
- Of course.

Ted.

- Wait a minute.
- For what?

To see if Mr. Talbert's following us.

Quick. Turn off your light.

As far as I'm concerned,
he can have this tunnel for keeps.

We have plenty of time to get away.
We'll hear him coming.

Well, I guess
there's no use waiting any longer.

Now you said something.

Evidently, you didn't believe
that message I left last night.

It won't do any good to run.
I locked that other door.

We haven't done anything.
Honest, Mr. Talbert.

You see, sir, we were looking
for the kisselpor to find the ander...

...on the segleside behind us.

Would the lester keep if you would?

Well, these quaddle form a senectrum.

Like this:

Ted, give it to him.

Ted, give it to him.

- He's all right, isn't he?
- Yeah, but he sure is out.

We've got evidence and everything.

- Now let's get out of here.
- Okay.

The chair.

- Black cats, it's locked.
- We'll never get out this way.

I hope Talbert was lying
about that other door.

Well, let's find out.

Cool down. I didn't pinch the ladies
until after consideration of the evidence.

What evidence? If you don't release
the Turnbull sisters...

...you're in for a lot of trouble.

I can't help it, Mr. Drew, even though
I'm a martyr on the scales of justice.

Get Nancy here.
Let her tell you what she knows.

Maybe that'll help.
You can get her at the Turnbull house.

How'd those kids get in there?
It's supposed to be locked up.

Smitty. Come in here right away.

Those kids.

Yes, captain, you want me?

Smitty, go down to the Turnbull house
and put yourself on guard.

Find anybody around, throw them out.

- Single... handed?
- Oh, use both hands, I don't care.

Maybe we can dig our way out.

The water's made the ground
softer around here.

This is where the water comes from.

Darn it. The ground's hard beyond this.

Listen, Nancy.
If we can just break this pipe.

Well, what good will it do?
We couldn't even bend it.

Sure, we could. It's an old lead pipe.
Then we can sluice a hole through the roof.

Oh, what...? Sluice?

Sure, didn't you ever hear
of hydraulic mining?

Come on, give it all you got.

Ted, you've done it. You've done it.

- How's Talbert?
- What?

Okay, I guess.

Ted! Help me! Help me!

There.

Keep your eye on him.
We don't want him to drown.

Drown? Ted. Ted...

...you better get that hole through there
pretty soon. If you don't, we'll all drown.

Look at the water, it's getting deeper.

Gosh, I never thought of that.

Hurry, Ted.

Hold it up...

Hold it.

Hurry, Ted. Hurry.

It's dropping, Ted.

Captain? Smitty.

You better send a plumber right away.
There's a leaky pipe in the basement.

Well, what do I care for a leaky pipe?
Did you find those kids?

No. No signs of anybody.

There's a roadster in front,
but I don't know who owns it.

Say, captain, if you think
those old ladies were crazy...

...you ought to be here.

- Oh, be careful.
- I'm hearing funny things too.

Well, keep on looking.
Smitty's gone crazy too.

- What'd he say?
- He can't find the kids, only the car.

Something's happened.
We gotta get there.

Okay, Mr. Drew.
I'll take full command of the situation.

Oh, Ted, hurry!

Hurry, Ted.

- I'm hurrying as fast as I can.
- Oh, hurry.

There's Nancy's car.

- Yeah, yeah. All right, boys.
- Did you bring a plumber?

I got no time to be
fooling around with plumbers.

There's something
peculiar about that house.

- You ought to surround it.
- I think you're right.

Boys, surround the house.

Why, hurry, Ted! Hurry!

That leak in the basement
is getting to be something awful.

Forget about that leak.

- Help, help.
- Ted, you did it.

I told you there was a leak, captain.

Help, I can't swim. Help.

- Nancy.
- Stay off my hands, will you?

Hey, fellas, call it off. Get that hose.

The captain's drowned.

Hey. Hey.

Just a minute, captain. We'll have you.
Right down there.

There you are. Get ahold of that.

Don't hurt her.

- There you are.
- All right.

- Dad.
- Hold tight, captain.

- What in the world happened?
- We were trapped.

There's an underground tunnel
to Talbert's house.

- He did everything. We can prove it.
- Talbert?

He's out colder
than a polar bear's tail, captain.

- Throw water on his face.
- Get water.

I think Talbert's the murderer
you've been looking for.

- He sure is.
- Yeah? Take care of him, boys.

We'll get a confession.
We'll wring it out.

Hey, I'm still down here.

There's that kid still down there.
Pull him up. Go on, get him up.

Careful there. Careful.

Ted.

We'll get some dry clothes on them,
clear the whole thing up.

There's something I can't figure out.

If Talbert killed Phillips,
where did that suicide note come from?

- Oh, Ted wrote that.
- Oh, he did, did he?

Obstructing justice again.
Come on, you're under arrest.

Now, look, captain...

Dad, Dad, Ted's in jail again.
Come on.

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