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Barnaby Jones, a QM production, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, Mark Schera,

with guest stars Kenneth Mars, Thomas

Havens, Lorene Tuttle, Mark

Goddard, Laurie Walsh.

Tonight's episode, The Killin' Cousin.

Here's the lab report.

And there are your airlines.

Yeah, speaking of tickets, do you know that Debbie got two tickets for the

Lakers game tonight for the Third Row Center?

Oh, don't worry, J .R. I'm sure she'll be able to find somebody to take your

place.

Harvey Jones Investigations. May I help you?

This is she.

Don.

Not the Donald Forrest who claims to be a relative of mine.

Betty, I need some help.

It's about my father's death.

Don, you're not serious.

Look, I was wondering if you and your father -in -law could help me prove it.

Barnaby's just leaving for San Francisco to testify at a trial up there. He'll

be back on Thursday.

No, no, no. That'll be too late, Betty.

Look, I think I'm only one jump ahead of the killer right now.

Where are you? I could meet you.

Well, how about Griffith Park?

The parking lot above the carousel, okay?

All right.

515? Yeah, great.

Oh, and thanks, Betty.

Don Forrest. Don't I know Don Forrest?

Yes,

I think so. His father was my mother's first cousin, I think.

Isn't he the one whose father drove over the cliff about three months ago?

Yes, and he thinks he's found evidence to prove that it wasn't an accident.

Well, look, Betty, don't get in any trouble while we're gone.

I won't. I promise. I'll keep it till you get back.

Which may be a dubious point because you may not make it. You're going to miss

your blanket. I wish. I wish.

Stay in touch.

All right. Two tickets, third row center. Can you believe that? Yes, Jim.

Yeah.

I just can't believe that Don was suicidal.

Looks like the medical examiner tends to agree with you.

Carbon monoxide was the killer, all right, but it did not eradicate traces

ether.

Ether? Probably accounts for the fact there are no signs of struggle.

You put this together with what your cousin told you on the phone, you begin

get a picture of murder.

Answer the phone, please.

I'm not Harriet. She took a permanent job today.

The agency sent me over. I'm Jennifer.

Hi, Jennifer.

Listen, catch that phone.

Sure. Thanks.

Good morning. William Tarkington Detective Agency. Can I... Oh, just

a moment, please.

It's for William Tarkington III.

Is that you?

No, he's dead.

No, Jennifer, not him.

That's my dad, William Tarkington IV. But I'm the fifth. But you can call me

Billy. So, Jennifer, who's on the phone?

Jennifer?

Oh, uh... It's the Plymouth Mutual Life Insurance Company in Boston.

I'm Mr. Johnson.

Oh, great.

I'll take that in here. Thanks.

Hello, Mr. Johnson.

No, sir. I'm William Tarkington V.

William III, my grandfather, passed away several years ago.

May I help you?

Oh, yes, sir. We can handle that.

Mm -hmm.

Well, thank you, sir.

Bye -bye.

Dad?

Dad, wake up.

I wasn't sleeping, son. I was just meditating. Helps keep the mind sharp.

we've got a case.

We've got a case.

It's a cause of death investigation for the Plymouth Mutual Life Insurance

Company. The policyholder was one Donald Forrest, and the beneficiary is Karen

Bigelow. No relation.

All right.

Harriet! Harriet!

My name is Jennifer.

Jennifer. Jennifer, call Lieutenant Biddle, LAPD, please.

Oh, yes, sir.

Harriet didn't say she was leaving.

They never do.

But, I mean, you really can't blame them for not wanting to work in this crummy

office.

Crummy, Billy?

Now, Dad, the neighborhood has gone downhill a little. I mean, why don't we

into a newer office, nicer?

Move? Billy, Billy, Billy, what am I going to do with you? First, you want to

run off and be an accountant.

Then you want to turn your back on your heritage? I shudder to think what they'd

say if they could hear you.

Your great -great -grandfather pioneered the detective profession in the

frontier, Bill.

He distinguished the name of Tarkington in the eyes of people like Wild Bill

Earp and others of that ilk.

You're proud of your legacy, son.

Someday all this will be yours.

Uh, just a second.

We're, uh... We're looking for Betty Jones.

Well, I'm Betty Jones.

And I'm William Tarkington IV.

And this is Mr. William Tarkington V.

My son.

Hi. How do you do? You have a very nice office. It's a great place to have.

The William Tarkington Detective Agency is investigating the death of Mr. Donald

Forrest for Plymouth Mutual. You've heard of it, I'm sure.

The Miss Mutual?

No, the William Tarkington Detective Agency.

Oh, well, I'm sure Barnaby must have heard it, but I'm sorry, he's out of

right now.

Oh, what a shame. It would have been so interesting to compare cases.

But of course, it was you we came to see, Mrs. Jones.

According to my inside sources, you were the last person to speak to Mr.

Forrest before he died.

Yes, I spoke to him on the phone about a half an hour before I discovered his

body. I think it's only fair to warn you, Mrs. Jones, that I'm very close to

Lieutenant Biddle, who has confided that the police have evidence that Forrest

did not commit suicide, but was, in fact, murdered.

Yes, I know. That's what John said.

John. John who?

John Biddle.

Right. Yes, Lieutenant John Biddle of the LAPD. Of course.

Mr. Tarkington, how can I help you?

Everything I know is in the police report.

Yes, yes, yes. But we can't be sure of that until we've questioned you. Now,

we?

No, I suppose not.

Oh, Billy, you may proceed.

If you don't mind, boys in training, I've prepared a list of questions for

Of course, we already know that Don Forrest was your cousin, but did you

good relationship with him?

Oh, yes.

Well, we didn't see much of each other. When you called him to set up the time

for the appointment at Griffith Park, were you... No, no, no.

I didn't... He called me.

But you did set up the time of the meeting.

I'm sorry, I don't know where this is leading.

What time did you actually arrive at the scene?

5 .15.

5 .15?

I beg your pardon?

The M .E. set for us time of death between 5 and 5 .30.

5 .15 is right on the nose.

A truly great detective.

It relies on gut instinct, Bill.

That's the trademark of the Tarkingtons. You know, my Tarkington instinct tells

me that we should check out the beneficiary of Don Forrest's policy.

I've been doing my research, Dad. Her name's Karen Bigelow, and I know where

works. That's good thinking, Bill.

But first things first.

We have to tail Betty Jones.

Dad, she might not leave her office for hours yet.

Case in point, Bill.

My Tarkington instinct tells me that she's going to be driving out of that

garage any minute now.

Son of a gun.

Son of a gun.

Got instinct, huh?

Watch the move.

This is the place where Karen Bigelow works.

That's right, Bill.

And by following Mrs. Jones here, we've connected the two.

Might have taken days otherwise.

Now, of course, the important thing is to find out just what that connection

Okay.

I'm looking for Karen Bigelow.

Now, where's that? Ah, there. That's going to do it.

You stay here. I'll handle this alone. Okay, Dad.

Okay.

I'll take a 12 and a half B.

All right, you guys. Let's call it quits, okay?

Same time tomorrow.

Bye -bye.

Karen? Karen Bigelow? Yes?

I'm Betty Jones, Barnaby Jones Investigations.

A detective?

Well, I'm also Dawn Forrest's cousin.

Oh, yes. I think I heard him mention you.

We live together, you know.

Poor Dawn.

Suicide. I mean, that's outrageous.

Karen, the police are convinced.

That Don was murdered.

Murdered?

Karen, Don told me that he suspected

that his father was murdered and that the killer was close behind him.

Did he ever tell you about that?

He never said anything like that to me.

Anything that you know? Anything that you could tell me? Anything at all?

Well, I do know he's been pretty uptight lately.

About what?

He had a big gambling debt to pay.

But he couldn't until he collected some money from a cousin. A real estate deal.

A cousin?

Yeah. Warren Eckworth.

Don hassled him and they went a few rounds, I guess.

But that's all I know.

Never met Eckworth.

Wouldn't even know how to find him.

Well, I do.

He's my cousin, too.

Karen, I, um...

I need a favor from you.

Sure, Betty.

You see this fellow with the long hair behind me?

Well, he's been following me, and I need him to be slowed up just a little.

All right.

What do you want me to do?

Come over on this side, and then just follow my lead.

Well, I really do appreciate this, Karen. Thank you so much. Oh, for

sakes, sir, I...

Here, you've been waiting for a lesson with Karen, and I've been monopolizing

your time. I hope you'll forgive me. Take it away, Karen.

All right, macho man.

Let's do it. Come on. On your feet.

I'm really sorry, Ann Emily, that I have to be the one, but,

well, I think that you have the right to know how Donald died. I mean, how he

really died.

I thought I did know.

Warren Eckwith said it was in his car, that it was an accident, like his

I'm sure Warren didn't want to upset you, and I hate to be the one.

Go ahead.

It's better than being kept in the dark.

All right, darling. Do you know of anyone who would want to harm Donald?

Are you saying with foul play?

And Donald suspected the same thing might have happened to his father.

Oh, dear.

That is alarming.

So you see, darling, it's very important if you can remember any problems or any

troubles that the two of them might have had.

They never brought me their troubles.

God rest them.

And I have.

And I'm sorry.

I'm going to need Warren Eckworth's business address if you have it. And

have some tea and maybe you'll let me win it back, Emma, this time.

Hi,

Mr. Tarkenden.

What'd you do with your shoes?

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Beautiful!

We're in Tarkington Detective Agency.

Jennifer, this is Billy. Look, is Dad in?

No, he's not here right now.

Hello, Mr. Tarkington.

He just came in. It's your son.

Shoes. Shoes, where are your shoes?

left me stranded.

Dad, I just figured you'd rather have me follow Betty Jones.

Oh. Oh, well, where is she? She's in a big estate, Dad. It's a real mansion at

522 Greenlee.

Okay, what you doing there, Bill? Seeing her in, I imagine.

I found out from the gardener that Mrs. Jones' great -aunt Emily Carter lives

there. She's, uh, 88 years old, a widow, and been sick. She's got congestive

heart failure.

Really? Did you say mansion?

Oh, yeah. It's a huge place.

Well, there you are.

Wealthy great aunt, elderly, ailing. Didn't I tell you a motive would emerge,

Bill?

Motive? Well, when you have relatives killing relatives, you look for the

inheritance motive.

One heir eliminates all the other heirs, then gets it all. Now, here's what I

want you to do. Go down to City Hall and check out just who, besides Betty

Jones, stands to inherit this great aunt Emily's estate.

Well, as I almost live and breathe, Mr. Tarkington, I presume.

You know, it's pretty dangerous parking in the middle of the street like that,

Mrs. Jones.

I almost hit you.

Yes, because you were following me. Would you care to tell me why?

Oh, I, uh, I think you know why.

Mr. Tarkington, please believe me, I'm as anxious as you are to solve this

mystery. And I am working on it.

So please don't persist in this fantasy of yours that I'm a murderer. I liked my

cousin. I did not kill my cousin. I had no reason to kill my cousin. Oh, yes,

you did, Mrs. Jones.

And the motive?

I have it.

Well, you can keep it.

Oh, Mrs. Jones.

I'm really concerned for your prowess as a detective, Mr. Tarkington. You don't

seem able to even find your shoes.

Well, don't think I don't know who stole them. You did. You and your accomplice.

Can you prove that?

Your Aunt Emily Carter's inheritance, Mrs. Jones.

That was the motive, wasn't it?

When all the others are gone, you'll get it all, won't you?

further in the games afoot.

Warren? It's Betty Jones. Are you back there?

Warren?

And don't tell me Tarkington's harmless, John. He's trying to prove I'm killing

off my relatives so I'll inherit my Aunt Emily's estate.

What's so aggravating is I think he's right about the motive.

I just don't know who's doing it. I thought perhaps Warren might be

I wanted to ask him a few questions about a fight that he had with Donald

Forrest over some money. I waited here a few minutes and then I found the body.

I called you right away.

Who was dead, Lieutenant Biddle?

Oh.

Talking to him? I've been undercover.

In here?

Oh, excuse me.

Who is this?

Warren Eggworth.

Looks like a suicide.

Suicide? Oh, really?

John, isn't there a law against harassment?

I'm leaving.

If you'll answer just one question for me.

Just one.

I'll stake my reputation.

That the deceased was a relative of Mrs. Jones, am I right?

Yes.

You said a cousin, didn't you?

What made you think so?

Go ahead.

Explain. You'll have plenty of time. I'll tell you exactly where I'm going.

going home, I'm going to have dinner, and I'm going to bed.

I might even stay there for a week.

Well?

I'll get back to you, Biddle.

Just as soon as I have proof.

You've done a fine job, Bill. It's the evidence I need.

Well, I've already crossed out everybody who was deceased before the recent

killings began.

And you'll also notice that Great Aunt Emily didn't have any children. So? So

now we cross out the names of the people more recently eliminated and we're left

with... Who?

Betty Jones.

She's next of kin. Well, now Donald Forrest's sister had a daughter. She's

living.

We don't have to go any further down the inheritance ladder than Betty Jones.

She seemed like such a nice lady.

I guess all she has to do now is wait for her great -aunt Emily to die.

What if she doesn't want to wait, Bill?

I know women.

This one is used to getting what she wants when she wants it.

Then I guess that means that we get right back on Betty Jones' trail.

No need to follow Betty Jones when we know where she's going.

You know, Dad, if she doesn't come, one of us should spend the night here.

That won't be necessary, Bill.

But she might not show up for a week. I mean, both of us can't be spending all

of our time sitting here in the car.

Otherwise, we may miss her.

Son of a gun.

You did it again. How do you... Suck it up, Bill.

Sponge it up.

Okay.

And Emily, I have a very personal question to ask you.

Of course, dear.

What is it you want to know?

The names of your heirs.

Oh.

Well, all my nieces and nephews share equally.

That includes you, of course.

Did any of them know that?

I'm afraid I told them all.

You didn't tell me.

Well, I didn't have to tell you. You come to see me anyway.

Darling, you're not telling me you deprived them to visit you?

Well, I did let it drop casually.

I suppose I should be ashamed.

No, they should.

One can get lonely, Betty.

Even in a mansion.

And they were my family.

And now there's just you and Sarah.

Oh, yes.

Little Sarah.

Oh, she's not so little anymore.

No, she's 22 years old.

Good grief, when did that happen? And married. Did you know that? No, I

Oh, my.

Oh, where the hell is Hazel with our key?

We won't be long now. I think we've found the problem.

Now, why don't you wrap your lips around that?

See if it's sweet enough for you, honey.

Don't drink that!

Bill, hang on to that. How dare you?

We're taking that to the police lab for analysis.

This time you have gone too far.

On the contrary, Mrs. Jones. This time it is you who have gone too far.

Betty, who are these people?

They're a couple of private detectives who are going to lose their licenses

they get out of court for intimidation, harassment, illegal entry, trespassing,

and... Blah, blah, blah.

I'll be back.

No smell of bitter almonds. It's not cyanide.

Well, you can add theft to that list of charges.

Well, we'll return the cup. Dad, look!

Did you see who it was?

No, no, he got away, but... You know, I think it's the exact same station wagon

I saw when I was here before.

Uh -huh.

I can't believe it.

You actually saved my life. Yes, well, I'm sorry. There was no time to warn

Jones. Thank you.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Jones.

That was a very brave thing for you to do. You risked your life to save me.

Well, as a great student of criminology once observed.

The glamour and thrill of the chase do not a true detective make without equal

doses of danger and, yes, daring.

Was that one of great -great -grandfather's sayings?

No, son, I believe that was Mickey Spillane.

Oh.

Um, Dad, I'm really sorry, but I seem to have spilled the evidence.

Oh, Billy, that's all right now.

Oh. Oh, yeah, of course. Well, Mrs. Jones can't be considered a suspect

because somebody tried to kill her. You got it.

You know, Dad, I, uh...

Never thought I'd say this, but I'm really glad you were wrong.

Well, yes, a small miscalculation. Yes, perhaps.

But you can't deny that by pursuing this premise, we've come face to face with

the real killer.

Well, you can't deny that.

And the motive.

That's still intact.

All we have to do is back down the inheritance ladder one rung.

Well, then that'd be the girl.

Dawn Forrest's niece, Sarah Clark.

She's a nurse's aide at the Wilshire Memorial Hospital.

You see, Sarah, we think that the killer isn't through yet.

So if you're able to tell us anything, anything at all... Oh, it's all so

I don't even like to think about it. Mrs. Clark, where were you yesterday

afternoon at about 6 o 'clock?

6 o 'clock?

Let me see. Mr. Tarkington, really?

My Tarkington instinct tells me. Well, my instinct tells me that Sarah could be

in danger herself.

Oh, dear.

Now, Sarah, is there... Oh, Roger.

We were just talking about a murder, and you scared me.

Sorry, Anne. I wouldn't upset you for the world.

Roger, I'd like you to meet Betty Jones.

She's kind of a cousin.

Roger's my husband.

Four whole months now.

Oh. And this is Mr., uh... Tarkington. William Tarkington IV.

How do you do? Hi.

He always meets me here in the park after I'm off duty.

What's all this talk about murder?

Betty says someone's trying to kill off our whole family.

You mean because of what happened to your Uncle Donald and the others?

I don't mean to upset you, but I think we should arrange for police protection

for Sarah until the killer is caught.

Hey, nothing's going to happen to my little Sarah.

Oh, well, I'm still around.

He always calls me that, my little Sarah.

Isn't that sweet?

You ready, hon?

Is there anything else, Betty?

Uh, no, if there is, we can talk later. Okay.

Bye -bye.

Goodbye.

My, he's quite handsome, isn't he?

An unlikely -looking couple, if you ask me, but perhaps she has money.

Not yet, she hasn't.

You know, Mr. Tarkington, the killer doesn't have to be a blood relative to

profit from the inheritance.

Inheritance? You see, my motive theory is holding up nicely.

Yes. I think we should run a check on Roger.

Exactly what I was thinking.

We'll go back to my office. I'll get Billy started on that.

My office is closer.

Stick with me, Mrs. Jones. I'll crack this case yet.

Mr. Tarkington, it may be several hours before Lieutenant Biddle gets back to us

with that report on Roger.

I don't mind staying here by myself. It gives me a good opportunity to catch up

on all my work.

So it really isn't necessary for you to... Mrs.

Jones, I said I wasn't going to take my eyes off you, and I meant exactly what I

said.

Mr. Tarkington, really... Don't thank me.

I never go back on my word, Mrs. Jones. Never.

Well, I can believe that.

Barnaby Jones, investigations.

May I help you?

Barnaby!

Jedediah and I have just been released from our subpoenas. We're trying to get

plane out of here tonight.

Is everything there all right?

You're not alone, are you?

No. As a matter of fact, I'm not.

Good. And Lieutenant Biddle assigned a man to you?

No, not exactly.

Mr. Tarkington is with me.

Oh, something happened that he changed his mind about you?

Mm -hmm.

But you wouldn't believe it.

I'll fill you in when you get here.

All right, I just want you to promise me one thing. Don't go anywhere alone.

That may be the easiest promise I've ever made.

I'll call you when we get in.

Okay, bye -bye.

Barnaby and J .R. will probably be coming in this evening.

Look, while we go to dinner...

I'll call Lieutenant Biddle in the morning. Hopefully by then he'll have

something for us.

Mr.

Targetman, that was really a very nice dinner.

It was indeed, Mrs. Jones.

One thing, though, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist.

Next time it's on me. No more of this Dutch treat.

Well,

all right.

Let me call a taxi for you. No, no, no.

I know how reluctant you are to impose on me, but my job here is not finished

yet. Mr.

Tarkington, I'm home, safe and sound, double locks and everything.

Mrs. Jones, someone tried to kill you today. There's every reason to believe

there'll be another attempt.

It's foolhardy to think a mere locked door is going to change that.

Yes, well, I suppose you have something there.

So as long as you're in danger and need protection, I'll be by your side.

All night?

Mrs. Jones, I am an honorable man.

I'll sleep out here on the sofa, and I will not seduce you.

I'll go get a pillow and a blanket.

Hello? Betty?

This is Karen Bigelow. You know, at the roller disco?

Oh, yes, Karen.

I'm trying to reach you. You have found something.

I think it's what you're looking for.

Oh, really?

Yeah, I was going through some of Donald's things at the apartment, and I

across this letter.

It's unfinished, but in a girl's handwriting.

And it says something about Donald's father being out of the way now, and

he was next.

Donald was next?

The fellow in the photograph, is he, oh, about 35, dark hair, rather handsome?

Oh, yeah, I guess so.

Look, Betty, I'm really scared.

I mean, what if someone should find out that I have this?

Don't worry, I'll take it off your hands.

Are you at the disco now?

Yes, but what if the wrong person should see you here?

Well, I could meet you somewhere. How soon can you get away?

Not till it closes, I'm afraid. I'm working.

Tell you what.

I'll hang around till everybody leaves.

2 .30 be too late?

No, not for this.

All right.

He'll come.

I knew you could do it, baby.

She's the last one.

And when the old lady dies, it's all ours.

Oh, aren't you forgetting one little thing?

Your loving wife, Sarah.

Come on. You know I had to make that label.

The only way I can control the estate.

I can't let you go there alone, Mrs. Jones.

Well, to tell you the truth, Mr. Tarkington, I wouldn't mind if you were

follow me.

Too obvious.

You will follow me.

Clever. Trick or the trade, Mrs. Jones.

I'll call Billy.

Oh, listen, it's late. Why don't you just give me the letter and I'll... Dad.

Get the police. Okay.

I suppose this is your way of telling me there's no letter.

Oh, there was.

From me to Roger.

But Donald found it before I finished it.

And the snapshot, too.

Surprise.

Cousin. About you, Roger?

You're a little too obvious to get away with this.

I've already given your name to the police, you know.

By tomorrow, you'll have even more to give them.

Only first, they'll have to sweep you up from the Los Angeles riverbed.

After your car goes off the Vineland Bridge, with you in it. It's concrete

there. Did you ever notice that?

Concrete?

They build prisons with that, don't they?

I'm sure you'll find that out long before you're ever able to cash in on

inheritance.

Roger, what if the police did follow her here?

She wasn't followed.

That's why I stayed outside to make sure.

Clever.

Now we've waited long enough to make doubly sure.

Let's go.

Well, if it doesn't feel as positive.

You know, I'm getting sick and tired of you.

Always in the way.

Hold it right there.

Dad. You okay?

Oh, I'm just fine, Billy. The police are on their way.

All right, search that smart aleck.

Well, I guess you thought it was pretty funny what you called me back then, huh?

Well, my name is William Tarkington, and when you get to prison, ask around

about that name. Maybe you'll realize what you've been up against.

Yeah.

All right, Karen.

I'm really sorry about you. I thought we were a pretty good team.

You're, uh... Your shoes, Mr. Tarkington. Thank you, Mrs. Jones. This

aleck.

Let's do it.

$5 ,000.

In all fairness, a part of this should go to Mrs.

Jones. She'll be happy to know she was very helpful to me.

Oh, I'm sure.

That's very kind of you, Mr. Tarkington, but really, I couldn't accept a reward

from my own end under any circumstances.

It's ironic, isn't it?

If Roger had only realized that the inheritance was all tied up in the Harry

Carter Foundation.

Her mansion, well, everything goes to charity when she dies.

Her personal estate is some jewelry and her silver collection, that's about it.

Yes, I'm often impressed with the ironic twists and turns of crime, aren't you?

Mr. Tarkington, we've heard of how you saved our girl's life.

So if there is ever any way we could show our appreciation.

As a matter of fact, there is.

As an honorable man, I would wish to be perfectly forthright with you.

Oh, please do.

Your daughter -in -law acquitted herself admirably in the disposition of this

case.

And I know you wouldn't wish to stand in the way of a great opportunity I'm

prepared to present to her.

An opportunity?

To work with the William Tarkington Detective Agency.

Of course, she would start as my secretary.

But as she progressed under my tutelage, I'd even involve her in some of my

cases.

What do you say?

Well, speaking also as a man of honor, I would never stand in the way of Betty's

progress. The decision is entirely in her hands.

Well, that's very fair, Hornaby. Now, that's fair, isn't it?

Well, yes,

it's...

You have a secretary already. I wouldn't want to do her out of a job.

Jennifer was only temporary, and you know, Dad, she never did come back from

lunch. Talk about out to lunch.

Beg your pardon?

I was just saying that... I was going to take him out to lunch.

So I hope it's agreed, then.

Oh, Mr. Tarkington, I'm sorry.

Barnaby Jones Investigations is family -oriented, as is yours.

Surely you see where my duty lies.

I think I do, Mrs. Jones.

It'd be as if Billy left me to work for Mr. Jones.

Of course, that's out of the question.

But you change your mind.

Well, you would be the first to know about it.

I've heard that Barnaby Jones is a pretty good detective too.

Hey, he's not a Tarkington though.