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Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Great Kennedy speaking.

>> Good afternoon, Mr. Kennedy. I'm so glad

I caught you in.

>> Yes. Uh, sorry, I can't seem to place

the voice.

>> This is Mrs. Alvin Owight Fielding.

>> Oh, yes. Yes. How are you, Mrs.

Fielding?

>> Distressed almost to death. It's my son

Bruce again.

>> I see. Well, what's Brucey been up to

this time?

>> He's going to run away and get married.

>> People are doing it every day, Mrs.

Fieldy.

>> I suppose so. But I forbad this

marriage. He'll be disinherited if he

goes through with it.

>> Yes. Yes. I remember the terms of your

husband's will.

>> I want you to keep Bruce from doing this

silly thing.

>> Oh, now really, Mrs. Fielding.

>> Mr. Kennedy, if my dear husband were

alive, you'd help him.

>> Yes. Yes. I was very fond of Arkrite.

Well, tell me where I can find this

problem child of yours.

>> He's gone to our country place. He asked

the butler for the keys, and I do not

approve of the girl he's in love with.

She sings and dances.

Bruce won't listen to me.

>> Mrs. Fielding, what's the address of

your country place? I'll have to hurry

to get out there before dark. It's on

the old Delta Pike, 1616 Hidden Lane

Road. Please hurry, Mr. Kennedy, and

tell Bruce.

>> I know what to tell him, Mrs. Feling.

Goodbye.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Mr. Kennedy. Mr. Kennedy, what's

happened to you?

>> Oh.

Oh. Hello, Bruce.

What happened to me? Huh? I don't know

yet.

>> Oh, what are you doing here?

>> I came to see you.

>> Me? What about

>> telephone working?

>> Yes.

>> You said you came down to see me?

>> Yeah. Yeah, we'll talk about that later.

Anyone else here?

>> The caretaker Joshua and his two

nephews.

>> Uhhuh.

>> Born in the living room.

>> Yes, it's on the desk.

>> Get me the Crescent Tennis Club in town,

please.

>> You're acting funny. What gives?

>> Well, Bruce, I came down here to please

your mother.

>> The mother's at it again. She wanted you

to talk me out of marrying Dixie.

>> She did mention it and perhaps she's

right. I know the terms of your father's

will. You'll be cut off without a penny.

>> I don't care. I love Dixie and we're

going to be married right away.

>> Crescent tennis club.

>> Let me speak to Walter Jameson, please.

Now, don't be impatient, Bruce. 3/4 of a

million is a lot of money. Is uh Dixie

worth it?

>> You bet she is. And I'll thank you to

keep out of my affairs. Hello.

>> Oh, hello, Walt.

>> Hi, Craig. Mr. A good game. Took the

inspector for three cents. But I think

he has enough left to buy you a cup of

coffee. Hurry over.

>> But not now, Walt.

>> Anything wrong?

>> Take down this address, will you? 1616

Hidden Lane Road on the Delta Pike.

>> Give me that again.

>> Hidden Lane Road. 1616 is the number.

>> Got it. Uh, who lives there?

>> It's the summer home of Mrs. Alban

Arright Fielding.

>> Ah, the Mrs. Fielding.

>> Yeah. Uh, bring JJ with you.

>> He's standing right here. He'll be over

in two shakes. Uh, what's up, Craig?

>> Uh, just come down.

>> Roger.

>> Now, Bruce, we'll

What, Mr. Kennedy?

What were you going to say?

>> I want to talk to um, what's his name?

Joshua, the caretaker.

>> I demand to know what's going on.

>> And I also want to talk to his nephews.

I repeat, I want to know what this is

all about and who's coming down to meet

you.

>> Friends of mine, Walder Jameson, a

newspaper reporter, and Inspector Burke

of the police department.

>> Dixie,

>> Ruthie, my honey le.

>> Oh, sweetie pie.

>> What's so funny?

>> Who's he?

>> Craig Kennedy, a criminologist.

>> A criminologist?

Gosh, Brucey, you didn't say we were

doing anything criminal to sneak off and

get married.

>> We're not criminals, dear. Mother wants

him to talk to me about our marriage.

Well, I won't listen to you.

>> Do you know the terms of his father's

will, Miss uh

>> Ramsey? My first name is Lydia, but

everybody calls me Dixie. I guess it's

because of my southern accent.

>> Yes, it could be because of your accent.

>> Uh-huh.

Well, Miss Ramsay, Bruce stands to lose

a considerable sum of money if he

marries you now.

>> Just how much is a considerable sum of

money, Mr. Criminologist?

>> 3/4 of a million.

>> Wow,

that's a lot of shekels.

I mean, money.

>> Let's not talk about the money, Dixie.

>> But we must, Brucey. After all, you know

the old saying, when poverty flies in

the window, love flies out.

>> It isn't as bad as that, Miss Ramsay.

You see, Bruce's father didn't want him

to marry until he'd reached his 25th

birthday. I'm 23.

>> Yes. If he marries before he's 25, he'll

be disinherited.

>> Gee, that's a setup.

>> Oh, forget about it, honey.

>> Let's be sensible, Brucey.

>> Sensible?

>> Yes. You never told me you'd lose all

that dough. Uh, money. You said we had

to sneak our marriage because of your

mother's objection.

We ought to wait. 2 years isn't a long

time. If

>> if two people are really in love.

>> I've taken just about enough from you.

>> Okay. Okay. Find the caretaker and his

nephews for me.

>> What for?

>> He wants to talk to Clinton Ajax.

>> Who wants to talk to us?

>> Clint, this is Mr.

I'm Clint Cody. This is Ajax Powell.

>> How do you do, Mr. Cody? Mr. Powell. Hi.

Uh, where's your uncle Joshua?

>> He uh went into the village for

something. What do you want to see him

about?

>> Say you're a cop? Not exactly.

>> He's a criminologist.

>> A what? Never mind. Ajax.

>> Mr. Cody, did you just arrive here?

>> No, I've been here all day. Anything

else you want to know?

>> No, no, that's all.

>> Come on, Ajax. We'll see if we can find

Uncle Joshua so the man can uh talk to

him.

>> Just a minute. Yeah, I wouldn't leave

the premises if I were you.

>> What is this, a pinch? We ain't done

nothing. Nobody's arresting you.

Does your mother approve of the

caretaker having his relatives around

the place?

>> She wouldn't care. Josh has been with us

a long time. Must get lonesome here.

House has been closed since father died.

>> Well, uh, maybe we'd better go fix

something to eat. Huh, Brucey?

>> Good idea. I'll help you, Dixie. Oh. Uh,

we won't attempt to run away from the

police.

See that outline where the grass is

pressed down? JJ,

>> could be you did see two men carrying a

body. Couldn't identify him, huh?

>> No. My headlights illuminated the scene

for only a moment. And of course, I

wasn't expecting anything like that.

>> That accounts for the clunk on your

head.

>> Yeah.

>> What do you make of this setup, Greg? I

don't know, Walt, except that there's

something phony about it.

>> Well, if I could use a phone, I'd start

a check on Clinton, a Jack.

>> Say, it's working up into a good storm.

>> Yeah, we're liable to get stuck down

here, and I can think of a thousand

places I'd like better.

>> The phone's in here, JJ.

>> Chival joint. Wonder if it's haunted.

>> I can get the job for you.

>> What does Liver Boy say about his

marriage,

>> Brucey? Oh, he's definitely in love, JJ.

Operator.

Operator,

phone's out. Well, there's always

carrier pigeons.

And speaking of birds, that reminds me

I'm hungry.

>> I knew that would come up.

>> You might try chiseling something. The

kitchen's out there. Well, thanks. And

don't make a pig of yourself.

>> Got any ideas about that dead phone?

>> Yeah. Yeah. Let's take a look around

outside.

>> I'd like to talk to that caretaker.

>> Yeah, me too. He should be back by now.

Heat.

Heat.

Brucey. Joshua. Brucey, dear boy, where

are you? Yoohoo.

Brucey, dear boy, where are you? Yoohoo.

It's Mother Earth.

Rosie. Joshua.

>> Oh, there you are, Joshua.

>> Well, who are you?

>> You must be Mrs. Phely.

>> I most assuredly am. And I should like

to know what you're doing here.

>> Well, my name's Cody, ma'am. Clint Cody.

I'm Joshua's nephew. Me and my cousin,

Ajax dropped by to see my uncle.

>> Oh, I see.

>> Oh, how do you do?

>> How do you do?

>> How do you do? How do you do?

>> Oh, fine. Fine. Oh, goodbye.

>> Well, who's he?

>> I don't know.

>> Where is Joshua?

>> The wind didn't do that job.

>> No. Cut neatly with a pair of pliers.

>> This is getting better and better.

>> Just a growing boy.

>> Huh?

>> Mrs. Feling didn't pay a phone bill,

huh?

>> Stop trying to make with the funny

stuff.

>> Mama's here in there talking to Clint.

>> Oh, no.

>> They didn't even know who I was.

>> You go in and talk to him. I'm going to

drive down the road while I find a

phone.

>> Good, good. The sooner we get the make

on the nephews, the better.

>> And while you're at it, phone the paper.

Tell the old man I'm working on a hot

story. Huh?

>> Uh-huh. I'll phone.

>> Yeah, never mind.

>> All right, suit yourself. Well, cheerio.

Have fun, boys.

>> See anything of a caretaker?

>> No. How about Ajax?

>> Oh, he must have crawled under a rug.

Hello.

Heat.

Mr. Kennedy,

>> that's the way it looks to me. W

>> murder police.

>> Where is it, Mrs. Billy?

>> The chest. The chest. I saw the chest.

The lid moved.

>> The one in the living room?

>> Yeah, it was horrible. I was putting my

jewelry in the safe. It was terrible. I

saw the lid of the chest start to open.

>> No, no, no. Don't upset yourself, Mrs.

Felink.

>> Don't upset yourself, he tells me.

>> Maybe the place is haunted. Huh?

>> Don't say such things.

It's empty.

>> Empty? I don't believe it.

Well, you're right. I I don't

understand. I must be losing my mind.

And yet, I saw

>> Now, now, now you run along to bed. Just

leave everything to me. There's nothing

to be afraid of.

>> I suppose not. But I I must talk to

Brucey. Will you please lock the safe,

Mr. Kennedy?

>> Of course. You get some sleep.

>> Yes.

What's the matter? Mice been in the

safe?

Well,

>> I'm sure Mrs. Fielding wouldn't put her

jewelry away like this.

>> She'd been weighed down all that stuff

on her.

>> Yeah. Hey,

these are the things she had on tonight.

>> Uh-huh.

Wow.

Take a look at that.

Hey, almost enough there to pay the

national debt. Uh-uh. No touchy.

>> I forgot fingerprints.

>> Maybe. I don't get this at all.

>> Whoa. Hold this.

>> Don't tell me you think she actually saw

the lid move.

>> What gives? Craig.

>> Just a minute, Walt.

What is it?

>> Walt,

>> put all that jewelry back in the safe.

Uh, here's the rubber band.

>> What?

>> Mrs. Fielding's pieces, too. Hurry.

>> Okay, but I sure hate to leave this

stuff in here long.

>> You better close the chest, Walt.

>> Your slightest wish is my command. Yes,

sir.

>> Thank you, Mr. Jameson.

>> What you got? Huh? Huh? dried particles

of mud. So

maybe somebody was in that chest wall.

>> Sh. What's the matter with my thinking

machine? A body has feet. Feet wear

shoes. It's raining out. Mud cakes on

shoes. Body and chest. Mud falls off of

shoes. If JJ were here, he'd be proud of

you.

>> And speaking of dear old JJ, he ought to

be back here by now.

>> Yeah, he'll be along.

What are you looking for now? More mud.

H. Nothing over here.

Let me see now.

Just a little over here.

Well, I can't say that anybody walked

away from that chest. Huh?

>> Gee, I'm getting scared.

Well, let's take a turn around the

grounds and see if we can find the

caretaker and his nephews. Also, get my

gun out of the car. Huh? Allegro.

>> Huh?

>> That's a musical term.

>> Oh, yes. Yes. It means quick or lively.

But Walt, let's not be fortisimo about

it, shall we?

Look, Clint, maybe we ought to leave,

man. Grab our stuff and get going.

>> All right. All right. We'll get going.

Stop squawking. I hope you finished off

that police inspector. Go on. Open it.

>> I bet he's got at least a couple of bent

fenders.

He's gone. I'm getting as far away from

his place as I can. Oh, no you don't. He

couldn't have moved by yourself. Snap

out of it.

>> Okay, now don't just stand there. Keep

your eyes peeled.

What's the matter? You got our stuff,

ain't you?

>> Yeah, that's funny. We got an extra

prize.

>> Hey, not bad. That's for being nice,

boys. See, how did this get in there

when our stuff wasn't even touched? One

of us lives, right? Come on, let's move.

>> Hold it, Clint.

>> What do you want?

>> Your guns, for one thing.

>> Hey, you can't pin nothing on me.

>> No, I suppose you just found all these

jewels. They happen to fit the

description of valuables stolen from the

Brewster home 3 months ago. You've been

using this home as a hideout. Pretty

smart of you to hide the stuff in the

safe.

>> Well, we figured nobody touched it.

>> Such a trap.

>> Now, where's your uncle? If he is your

uncle,

>> everybody put up your hands, Uncle Josh,

and drop them guns.

>> I'll take that jewelry. Misty,

>> you're out of your mind, Joshua. You

haven't recovered from those sleeping

drops.

>> How did you know about that?

>> I found the bottle in your room and

detected the odor of the drug in your

drinking glass. You're right, Mr.

Criminologist. Them two no count nephews

of mine made a deal with me. I was let

him stay here till a heat blow over.

>> Listen, Uncle Joshua, you keep him

covered and we'll get out of here. I

know we can get a good price for this

stuff.

>> No, you don't, Clint. I'm getting out of

here alone. You two try to double cross

me. When Mr. Bruce brought the young

lady here, you got scared and you tried

to put me to sleep. You thought I talked

too much. Fine thing to do to your old

uncle.

Now you hand over that jewelry.

I don't trust nobody.

I got nothing here but junk.

Now who's got the real jewelry?

>> We ain't got it, Uncle Josh. Honest.

>> I switched the jewelry. Joshua, now give

me that gun. Now

>> you give me that jewelry.

Uh, don't shoot, JJ.

>> You thought I'd fall for that old one,

huh? But I won't.

>> You'd better look behind you, Joshua.

>> No, sir.

>> Thanks, JJ.

Boy, this is one time I'm really glad to

see you, JJ.

>> I don't know how to thank you, Mr.

Kennedy. Bruce has come to his senses at

last.

>> Goodbye, Mrs. Fielding. I think you kids

are wise to wait for that marriage.

>> I think Dixie and I get along fine.

>> Why, thank you, mother-in-law to be.

Three quarters of a minion's a lot of

dough.

I mean, cash.

>> Come on, Craig. Uncle Joshua and his

nephews are getting anxious to be locked

up.

>> Right with you.

Oh. Uh, and so ends the case of 1616

Hidden Lane Road. So long.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work in one way or another.

We're all enshed by crime.

We're either on the side of law and

order or against it.

We're all in the battle between good and

evil.

>> Mr. Kennedy, I might have been followed

here.

>> Aren't you unduly alarmed, Miss Gray?

>> Perhaps, but you don't know what it does

to a girl to be looking over her

shoulder, expecting something terrible

to happen at any instant.

>> You still haven't told me what you're

afraid of and why you haven't called the

police.

>> Oh, but I couldn't go to the police. If

this story leaks out, the publicity will

cost me the leading role I'm up for. But

that isn't my chief concern.

You see, my former husband is very

vindictive, and I'm afraid for myself

and my fiance. A friend of yours, Mr.

Kennedy.

>> A friend of mine?

>> Yes. Dr. Everett Armstrong.

>> Dr. Armstrong, a dietitian?

>> Yes.

>> He didn't tell me he was engaged.

>> Well, it's supposed to be a secret, but

somebody found out and told my former

husband, and he's threatened us both.

I'll do what I can to protect you and

the doctor, Miss Gray, without adverse

publicity.

>> Everett told me you'd understand. I

already feel as if a weight had been

lifted off my mind.

>> Hi, Craig. Oh, hello, Walt. Oh, uh,

hello, Miss Gray.

I'm glad you called, Miss Gray.

>> Good day, Mr. Kennedy.

>> What a brush off. Was she glad to see

you? That's what I get for being a good

newspaper man. I reviewed her last show.

>> Yes. Yes, I read it. What did you call

it? Um,

>> a flopperoo. I only told the truth. Huh?

What a business.

>> You should try being a criminologist.

>> Not a bad idea if I had clients like

Will McGra.

>> But I don't always have beautiful girls

for client's fault.

>> But I would.

>> Yes, I know.

>> What was she doing here anyway?

>> Oh, the usual thing. Trouble with an

ex-husband.

Kennedy talking.

>> Oh, he is. Inspector,

>> I got bad news for you. A friend of

yours was found murdered. The famous

dietician, Dr. Armstrong.

>> No, not Dr. Everett Armstrong.

Dr. Armstrong's body was found there. As

far as I'm concerned, that vase is the

murder weapon.

>> H a clois.

Why didn't your boys take it in for

examination, Inspector?

>> I wanted you to see it first. Besides, I

figured you'd like to work on it in your

own lab.

>> Yes, I would.

Where's Wolf?

>> In the outer office interviewing Miss

Roier. Your first name is Jean.

>> Jean. That's right.

>> Brun brunette. Beautiful. About 24.

What did you say your phone number is?

>> Now, let's see. Miss Roger, you said you

found the body when you came to work

this morning, then called the police.

Are you sure you aren't holding back

something?

>> Yes, Mr. Jameson. my phone number.

>> Looks like your junior criminologist has

already flunked out.

>> Yes, inspector.

>> Miss Roier, I know you've been through

an ordeal, but you wouldn't object to

going over a few more details, would

you?

>> I don't mind, Mr. Kennedy. Not if it

will help bring Everett's murderer to

justice.

>> Everett?

>> Yes, Inspector.

>> Just what happened here yesterday

afternoon?

>> Nothing really. I left here at 5:00 and

went home to dress. Everett was to pick

me up at 8.

>> Were you going out on a case?

>> We had a date for 8:00.

>> He didn't keep his appointment. I

couldn't reach him over the phone here

at his apartment.

You're bound to find it out sooner or

later.

Everett and I were engaged to be

married.

>> This story gets better all the time.

>> We had such exciting plans. After the

sale of the formula, we're going to

travel all over the world.

It would have made him rich, you know.

>> Yes, I know. Tell me, Miss Ro, was there

anything between the doctor and Wilma

Gray?

>> Absolutely nothing.

>> That's strange. She told me she was

engaged to the doctor.

>> She was not. 6 months ago, she came here

to be put on a diet.

They did go together for a while, but

only yesterday asked her to please stop

bothering him. Hm. Two very lovely young

ladies after the scalp of a highly

respected doctor about to become very

wealthy. That adds up to jealousy.

There's your motive, inspector.

>> You know something, nosy. The police

force needs a bright boy like you. Go

on, Kennedy.

>> What do you know about Tom Workman, Will

McGra's ex-husband?

>> Only that he threatened Everett over the

phone.

>> Did Workman ever come up here?

>> Not that I know of.

>> Kennedy, what about the food formula?

I'd like to know more about that angle.

>> Actually, there were two people in that

deal. Dr. Armstrong and a promoter named

Peter Allen. Dr. Armstrong phoned me

last week and asked me to come over.

>> I suppose you're wondering why I asked

you to come over.

>> Well, that's putting it mildly, Everett.

What's it all about?

>> You had lunch yet?

>> No, not yet.

>> Here, have lunch on me.

>> So, that's what you've been working on.

A concentrated food formula.

>> Yes. When it's perfected, each capsule

will contain a full meal complete with

vitamins.

>> What? No steak, French fried potatoes,

and salad.

>> Seriously, Craig, I'm at the threshold

of a tremendous achievement. These

capsules can be used for dietary

control, for emergency rations, for

medicinal purposes.

I'm having trouble with Allen, my

partner. That's what I want to talk to

you about.

>> Yes, Jean.

>> Mr. Allen is here, Dr. Armstrong. He

insists on seeing you.

>> He'll have to wait.

>> What is this, Armstrong? I want to see

you right now.

>> I'd better go.

>> No, I want you to stay, Craig.

>> What do you mean trying to stall me?

>> Mr. Kennedy, my financial backer, Peter

Allen. How do you do?

>> Hello. I want to talk to you, Armstrong

alone. Mr. Kennedy is a friend of mine.

Go ahead and talk.

>> All right, I will. I've got $12,000 in

this deal, and we can get rich by

selling right now, but you refuse. Why?

Because the formula isn't perfected yet.

I refuse to put anything on the market

unless I'm absolutely sure it'll be

beneficial. That was the agreement we

signed. Now get out and stay out.

Understand?

>> Sure. I'll get out,

>> but I'll be back.

>> And that's the last time I saw Dr.

Armstrong alive.

>> There's another motive to your list,

bright boy.

>> Thank you, Inspector.

>> And while you're writing, put down that

the formula is missing. You're welcome.

>> Miss Ro, does Peter Allen have a key to

this office?

>> Not that I know of.

>> Naturally, you knew where the doctor

kept the formula.

>> Of course, but there wasn't any reason

for me to steal it. We were engaged.

>> Roma Gray.

>> Yes,

Mr. Kennedy. This is a terrible thing.

What I feared has happened.

>> Yes. Too bad you didn't contact me

sooner. This is Inspector Burke who sent

for you.

>> How do you do?

>> Did you sit down?

>> Thank you.

>> Poor Everett. He was so wonderful. He

had so much to live for. When I think of

all we had planned to do and the formula

was sold, I

>> plans with you.

>> Yes. Why not?

>> That's absurd.

>> Well, naturally, the doctor wouldn't

confide everything to you.

>> He did tell me to say he was out when

you called.

>> I knew you had designs on Everett. I

never thought you'd let your jealousy

carry you away.

>> Well, should I let my jealousy carry me

away? He was going to marry me.

>> Was he? Everett gave me this engagement

ring. You're not wearing one.

>> I can't believe it.

>> Miss Grave, when did you last see Dr.

Armstrong?

>> Why, yesterday. We had lunch together.

>> When did you last see your ex-husband,

Tom Workman?

>> Why, uh, it was also yesterday. Tom came

to my home. We got into an awful

quarrel.

>> Miss Gray, do you think your ex-husband

killed Dr. Armstrong?

>> Oh, I don't want to accuse Tom. Of

course, he is quick-tempered, but to say

he committed murder. Besides, there are

others who could have done it.

>> Meaning me, Miss Gray.

>> Well, jealousy is a strong motive, and

it works for both sexes. Or didn't you

know that, my dear?

>> Do I have to take that from her,

Inspector?

Take it easy, Miss Roier.

That'll be all for now, Miss Gray.

>> Thank you.

>> Excuse me. Oh, by the way, Miss Gray, do

you have a picture of your ex-husband

>> for you?

>> Yeah. Say, that's a good idea. We could

use one, too. It'll help us pick him up.

>> All right, inspector.

>> Good. I'll drive you over right now.

Okay.

>> Okay.

I'll try to get back without my eyes

clawed out.

>> Inspect the bike. Uh,

>> which one's the inspector?

>> Right behind you, son.

>> I'm the inspector.

>> I'm Jack Priesta, the night elevator

operator. I come on duty at 4:00 and I

quit at 12:00. I'm the only one on after

6:00. The building manager said you want

to see me about Dr. Armstrong.

>> That's right.

>> It was bound to happen sooner or later.

>> Meaning

>> any guy who plays one babe against

another is bound to end up on a marble

slab.

>> Dr. Armstrong did nothing of the kind.

>> I know better.

>> You know too much for your own good

>> and for your good, too.

>> Evidently, you two aren't especially

fond of each other.

>> He's just a fresh guy, and he saw

because I wouldn't date him.

>> Did you bring anyone up to this floor

last night about 7:00, maybe a little

later?

>> I sure did.

>> Man or woman?

>> Was a man. Guy about 35. About your

hiding, mister. He had on a gray felt

hat and a dark suit. Brown, I think it

was. Want to know if he was nas?

>> Go ahead. Tell us.

>> All right. So I will. He was.

>> That description doesn't fit Pete Allen.

>> Nah, I know Alan. He was mixed up in

that formula stuff with the doc. This

was another guy altogether.

>> Could have been workman.

>> I don't know anybody by that name. But

when the guy stepped out of the

elevator, I noticed him walk up to this

door and he kind of hung back like he

wanted me to beat it. And what do you

think I did, Inspector?

>> You beat it?

>> Yeah. How'd you guess? I did it with my

crystal ball. But what happened after

you beat it?

>> Well, I took my car down to the main

floor.

Say,

come to think of it, I never took the

guy down. He must have stayed up here.

>> How about the stairway?

>> Well, there's a door across it on the

ground floor, but that can be opened

from the inside. He must have beat it

when I made one of my trips.

>> That's all I want. How about you?

>> Yeah. Anything you want to know?

>> No, no. I think you've told us enough.

>> Here, take a fresh stick of gum. Hey,

thanks, Inspector. You're okay. Have a

cigar.

>> Thanks. And don't leave town. We may

need more of your expert help.

>> Call on me anytime.

>> What a character.

>> Don't let him fool you.

>> He's dumb like a fox.

>> You can wait in here, Mr. Jameson. I'll

be back in a few minutes. Thank you,

Roy.

What a dish.

Back so soon.

What are you doing here? I might ask you

the same thing. You might.

Tom, what are you doing here?

>> Who is this guy?

>> That's my business. Now get out before I

phone for the police. They're looking

for you, you know.

>> So, they're trying to pin Armstrong's

murder on me.

>> Oh, well, they suspect everybody.

>> And you'd like me to be the number one

suspect. Well, let me tell you

something, baby. You're not getting rid

of me that easy. I'll be watching you

every minute, so don't think you can get

away with anything.

>> You haven't any hold on me.

>> I wouldn't bank on that. I'm still

paying for this layout. if only because

of a court order. Now get out.

>> Thank you, Miss Roier.

I uh I suppose you'd like to leave now.

>> Yes, Mr. Kennedy. May I take my personal

belongings home?

>> I think that'll be all right. We'll call

you if we need any more information.

>> Mr. Allen,

>> have all the police left?

>> Yes.

>> All right, Jean, hand over the formula.

I don't know where it is. Not even the

police could find it.

>> All right. What did you do with it?

>> I told you I don't know where it is.

Now,

>> don't hand me that. You know where every

flash spec is in this place. All right.

In the lab. Half of that formula still

belongs to me, and I'm not waiting for

it any longer.

All

right, Kennedy. Come out with your hands

up or I'll let her have it.

You heard what I said. Come out,

Kennedy.

>> This isn't going to help you, Alan.

>> I don't need help. I'll do all right by

myself. Now, hand over that formula.

>> You don't really think I have the

formula.

>> One of you has it, and I'm going to get

it if I have to plug. No, you don't.

Operator, give me police headquarters.

>> Hang up that phone.

>> That's what you get for trying to call

the police.

>> Are you all right, Mr. Kennedy?

>> I I guess so.

Well,

>> want me to tell you something?

>> If you don't mind, Mr. Freesty,

>> after careful consideration and weighing

all the evidence,

I'd say that's the guy. The guy I took

up on the elevator that night.

>> Now, you sure he didn't ride down with

you?

>> Well, sure. I'm sure, Inspector. I'd

know him anywhere.

>> Thanks. That's all I want to know.

>> You know, Jent, I got a theory about

this case as I see it.

>> Yes. Yes. Thanks again, Mr. Priest.

>> You're welcome, Inspector. Glad to help

at any time. Call me when you're getting

another jam.

>> He will.

>> Haven't smoked that cigar yet I gave

you. Huh?

>> I'm saving your smoke for a special

occasion. But if you're short and want,

this is good for another hour. Besides,

I gave it to you.

>> Yes. Well, thanks. Now, I've got a lot

of work to do. And if you

>> Okay. Okay. You don't have to give me

the rush act. I know when I ought to

leave.

>> Goodbye, Mr. Priesty.

Call him when I get in another jam. Ah,

sounds like you, Bright Boy. I could use

a fresh smoke inspector. Never mind. Ah,

tight ward. Okay, nosy. Here you are.

Smoke it. Ah, thank you, sir.

That's what you get for being greedy,

Jameson. I had a hunch about that cigar.

Hello, Kennedy.

>> Yes, inspector.

The vase prove very interesting.

Oh, the elevator operator definitely

identified Workman's picture, huh?

>> Yeah, I'll be right over.

Well, okay. Don't just stand there. Say

something.

>> Okay, I'll say something. Now I got two

guys to get even with. You for the cigar

and Workman for that sock on the jaw.

>> So, you think the ex-husband's a guilty

man?

>> Yes. That is uh maybe. What about the

other suspects? Allan, Wilmer Gray, and

Jean Roier. You took the words right out

of my mouth. Inspector, we can't

overlook the jealousy between the two

women. But I don't know about that guy,

Allan. Why, Bright Boy? Because if he

murdered Dr. Armstrong, he wouldn't come

back looking for the formula. He'd stay

away until the investigation was over.

See, on the contrary, Allan did the very

thing a clever criminal would do by

returning to the scene of the crime. You

uh took the words right out of my mouth.

Come on.

>> But on the other hand, inspector, let us

consider all the motives.

>> Okay. Okay, junior criminologist. Too

bad you encourage him. Kennedy has been

pounding my ear.

>> What's so interesting about that vase?

Vase. face.

>> I found only the fingerprints of Dr.

Armstrong.

>> That's not interesting, Kennedy. It's

disappointing.

>> But I found two other things. Number

one, blood. Dr. Armstrong's. Number two,

a few tiny particles of green suede in

the inlay work.

>> Green suede?

>> Yes. The type used in women's gloves.

Kennedy talking.

Hold on. It's your office.

>> Burke speaking.

Good. Book him. and fingerprint them. We

got Allan and Workman.

>> Well, it looks like you can forget those

two gentlemen. Inspector,

>> don't make any flash deductions, Walt.

Men can use women's gloves, too.

>> You mean someone wearing green suede

gloves hit Dr. Armstrong with that uh

vase?

>> That's a pretty good guess, Walt.

I just remembered something.

>> Yeah. What is it?

>> Come along and find out.

>> Afraid you're stuck with his company,

Kennedy. I got to get back to my office.

This is where the formula was kept.

>> So, Walt, I think whoever wore those

gloves came to this filing cabinet for

the formula.

>> There are no gloves there, we drew

another blank. Craig,

>> wait a minute. Having no further use for

those gloves. They were thrown

carelessly in the back of the drawer.

There we are. walk.

>> And there's where it frayed on the vase.

>> Though I did go up to Armstrong's office

and it was about 7:00.

>> Why did you want to see him?

>> I wanted to have a showdown with him

about Wilma.

>> Well, did you have the showdown?

>> Well, Mr. Wickland,

did you?

>> No. Please go on.

>> Well, when I got there, I found the door

unlocked. So, I went inside. I saw he

was dead and got out of there fast.

>> Why didn't you call the police?

>> You think I'm a fool? Everybody knew I

hated him.

>> Did you take the elevator down?

>> I used the stairs. I didn't want the

elevator boy to get another look at me.

>> Thank you, Mr. Allen. You threatened Dr.

Armstrong in my presence.

>> That's right.

>> You also threatened Miss Roier.

>> That's right.

>> You'd have more to gain from the formula

than anyone.

>> That's right. Over a million bucks. Now

prove that I killed Dr. Armstrong.

>> Take it easy, Alan. We'll prove who the

murderer is. Miss Gray Workman implied

that if it weren't for Dr. Armstrong,

you two might have remarried.

>> That's not true.

>> That's what I thought. Or you would have

mentioned it to Mr. Kennedy when you

came up here to see him.

>> You came up here to see Kennedy?

>> Yes. To ask his help. You threatened me

and Dr. Armstrong.

>> You'd like to see this pinned on me,

wouldn't you? But I didn't do it.

Craig Kennedy's office. Yeah, this is

Burke.

I see. Okay, fine. Thanks. That's just

the information we need.

>> Miss Gray, would you try this glove on

for me, please? Why certainly, Mr.

Kennedy.

>> It's much too large.

>> Thank you.

Now it's your turn, Mr. Allen. If you

ask me, this is a lot of nonsense.

>> We don't want your opinion. Put it on.

>> All right. If you insist.

It isn't a very good fit.

Mr. Ro,

>> I don't have to try it on, Mr. Kennedy.

It's mine.

>> I know. We traced the gloves to you

through the cleaner's code number. They

were delivered to you the day before

yesterday.

>> I thought I'd lost them. Where did you

find them?

>> In Dr. Armstrong's laboratory.

This clo vase was used to kill Dr.

Armstrong and we have definite proof the

murderer wore these gloves. Miss Roier,

>> I didn't kill Everett. I loved him.

>> The fingerprint on the button of this

glove, which I didn't pass around,

points to the murderer, Miss Roier.

Miss Gray, when the inspector questioned

you earlier today, why didn't you tell

him that you were with Dr. Armstrong

last night?

We have a witness who saw you leave Dr.

Armstrong's building about 6:30.

>> All right. Uh, I was afraid to tell you.

I was with him about an hour or so. I

was even at Miss Roier's desk. I

remember I admired her gloves and and

tried them on.

>> That's a clever way of accounting for

your fingerprint on the button, Miss

Gray, but it's not good enough. We have

other evidence. The engagement ring you

bought for yourself at Standard

Jewelers.

And this information. You rented a safe

deposit box 2 days ago under the name of

Mary Evans

>> and my boys opened it under a court

order. Found $10,000 in cash in Dr.

Armstrong's formula file. You lied. You

told me you didn't kill him and that you

didn't get the formula.

>> Then you gave her the $10,000.

>> Yes, but it was strictly a business

deal. Murder wasn't in the bargain. She

told me she'd get the doctor to turn the

formula over to me. When she delivered

it, I was going to give her another

10,000.

But she double crossed me. She couldn't

tell you she had the formula. It would

be an admission of murder.

>> Well, Miss Gray, I

>> I didn't mean to kill him. I only

intended to get the formula, but he told

me to get out. Then I I went to Miss

Roier's desk to call a cab and and saw

the gloves there and and I don't know

what came over me. Then I went back to

the lab where he was working. The vase

was there. I I you know the rest.

>> All right, the rest of you can go. Come

with me, Miss Gray.

>> I suppose I can carry on with the sale

of the formula, Mr. Kennedy.

>> I hardly think so.

>> Why not?

>> It's not perfected yet and can't

possibly be commercialized in its

present state.

>> Besides, don't forget you still face a

charge of assault with a deadly weapon.

That right, Craig? That's right.

And so ends the case of formula for

murder.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work in one way or another.

We're all enshed by crime.

We're either on the side of law and

order or against it.

We're all in the battle between good and

evil.

Come right in.

>> Are you Mr. Craig Kennedy?

>> Yes, I am. Won't you uh sit down?

>> Thank you.

Now, what can I do for you?

>> My name is Edith Mills. But before I can

tell you why I came here, Mr. Kennedy,

you must promise to keep what I have to

say confidential.

>> I'm sorry, Miss Mills, but I can't do

that without knowing the nature of your

problem.

>> I must confide in someone, and I have no

one else to turn to.

>> It's entirely up to you, Miss Mills.

>> I've come all the way from Riverdale to

see the man I'm engaged to, but I can't

find him. And you can't go to the police

because you're afraid he might be

involved in a crime. Is that right?

>> Yes. This is his picture.

>> Mhm.

>> His name is Howard Baker.

You can see for yourself he has an

honest face.

And if you find him, this $1,000 bill is

yours.

>> $1,000?

>> Well, if that isn't enough,

you can have all of it.

$50,000.

>> Miss Mills, according to the serial

numbers, this money was stolen from a

bank messenger.

>> I read about that shooting and robbery.

I hoped and hoped that this money

wouldn't be connected with it.

>> Let's put the bills back in the box,

shall we?

>> Yes.

It was silly of me to offer any part of

them to you, but I only have $1.65 of my

own money left. Mr. Kennedy,

>> please sit down. You look tired.

>> Thank you. I walked here from my hotel

room to save Carfair.

>> Well, Miss Mills,

I'll do everything I can to help you.

>> Thank you. You see, Howard Baker and I

grew up together in Riverdale. He came

here because he thought he could make

more money with his private cab so we

could be married sooner. What about the

money?

>> Well, two weeks ago, I got my last

letter from Howard. He said that I'd get

a surprised gift package that wasn't to

be opened until he returned. But his

dog, King, that's him in the snapshot,

tore it open when I went to the store

for groceries.

>> What did you do then?

>> Well, I knew that Howard couldn't have

earned so much money, so I took a bus

down here to learn the truth. But when I

went to his hotel room, the clerk said

he'd checked out the very day that he

mailed the package to me. Mr. Kennedy,

>> how long have you been in town?

>> This is my sixth day. I've looked and

looked for him.

>> Did you find any clues? Anything to go

on?

>> Well, I read the personal columns.

>> You mean the want ad pages?

>> Yes. He knows how I like to read the

funny ones. I thought he might try to

reach me that way.

>> Yes, he might.

>> That's just it. He has

here.

H freckles.

Contact big boy, room 43271

East River Street.

I gather that you are freckled.

>> Yes, Mr. Kennedy. He started calling me

that when I was a little girl and he's

big boy.

>> Did you go to the address?

>> Yes, but it's in such an awful

neighborhood. I was too scared to go in.

>> That's understandable. The East River

District is a tough section.

>> I know that Howard was forced into this.

If we return the money, they won't put

him in jail, will they?

>> I can't promise you that, Miss Mills.

Also, the bank messenger may die.

>> But Howard didn't shoot him. He's afraid

of guns. He never owned one.

>> The problem is to find him and learn how

he was involved in this crime. Do you

still want my help?

>> I don't want him put in jail, Mr.

Kennedy.

>> I love him.

>> I'll do the best I can, Miss Mills.

>> All right, Mr. Kennedy. I'll do whatever

you say, anything to help Howard.

>> Good.

By the way, how did you happen to come

to me?

>> I've read about you many times in the

newspapers.

>> Uh, suppose you tie the string around

the box again. I'll be back in a moment.

Inspector Burke speaking.

Oh, hello, Kennedy.

>> I hope you're sitting down, Inspector.

>> What is this, a gag?

>> Yeah. Yeah. All right. I've got a firm

grip on myself. Go ahead.

Say, what are you doing? Kidding me,

Kennedy? I've got enough gray hair

already.

Well, all right. What I have left then?

>> Just a bad joke, Inspector. But I do

have the $50,000 here in the lab.

>> Did the crooks walk in and hand it to

you?

>> Not exactly.

Hold on a moment, Inspector.

That man's here with your newspaper.

Come on, sweetheart. Open up.

Howdy duty, Craig. How's

>> Well, hello there.

>> If you're looking for Mr. Kennedy, he's

in there.

Who'd want to talk to a criminologist

with a gal like you around? My name's

Walter Jameson.

>> How do you do?

>> Oh, what did we hear? Friend of yours?

>> Yes.

>> Right. Goodbye.

>> Honest. You needn't be afraid of me. I

help Mr. Kennedy with a lot of his

cases.

>> He's quite harmless, Miss Mills.

Oh, so that's her name. Mills.

>> Miss Mills, this is Walter Jameson. He's

a reporter with the Evening Star.

>> How do you do, Mr. Jameson?

>> I'd be doing much better if I knew the

score.

>> You'll get the details later, Walt. Uh,

may I have the clipping and the picture,

please?

>> Oh, it's all right. Mr. Jameson can be

trusted.

>> Thank you.

>> Where are you living now, Miss Mills?

>> At the Rex Hotel on Sixth Street.

>> Mhm. Stay there until you hear from me.

Mr. Jameson will drop you off.

>> Yes, Mr. Kennedy.

>> He'll ask you dozens of questions and

you can answer freely. And Walt,

whatever she tells you is not for

publication yet. Understand?

>> Right, Greg. I'll carry this for you,

>> Mr. Kennedy.

>> Oh, let him have it. I want him to stop

at police headquarters.

>> Police headquarters?

>> It's all right. It's all right. Deliver

the package to Inspector Burke.

>> Oh, a box of five cent cigars for him.

Huh?

>> $50,000 worth?

$50,000. Craig, you mean that?

>> Yes, Walt. 50,000 in cash.

>> Yikes.

>> Take good care of it.

>> Will I? I feel important already.

>> And after you deliver the money, I'd

suggest that you and Miss Mills drop in

at a restaurant.

>> Why not? I'm rich. Let's go, Miss Mills.

And relax. I won't bite you. We'll have

um Philly Minion, champagne, maybe

caviar.

>> As I said, Miss Mills, he's quite

harmless. Go along with him.

>> Thank you, Mr. Kennedy. Glad to be of

service. I'll check with you at Burke's

office. Right.

271 East River Street.

Our

visitor has arrived.

>> You're on the phone.

Yes, Natalie.

>> Be careful, Chuck. It's a stranger

>> cop.

All right, I'll take care of him, but

keep your eyes peeled.

Well, what's all the excitement?

I'm looking for Howard Baker. What do

you want with him? Is he here? Come on

in.

All right, wise guy. What do you want to

see Baker about? I

This is strictly personal. Oh, it is. Is

it? Turn around.

On your feet, mister. You've got a date

with Inspector Burke.

here.

Found me.

>> Hi, baby.

>> Hi.

He went into the building across the

street. Name's Craig Kennedy, a

criminologist.

criminologist.

How'd Baker get hooked up with a guy

like him?

>> You got me. But one thing for sure, he

knows something about freckles and big

boy

>> and the 50,000.

>> Well,

>> you keep driving around the block. Watch

the entrance to the building. We're

going to have company.

>> What do we do with them?

>> Same thing we're going to do with Baker.

50 grand's a lot of money. If you don't

see me in 15 minutes, beat it.

>> Have a cigarette.

>> Yeah.

Mr. Kennedy.

>> Yes. What can I do for you?

>> I want to talk to you.

>> Of course. Come in. Won't

you sit? Hold

>> it, Kennedy. You're taking me to Edith

Mills and the $50,000.

>> All right, Kennedy. I got a friend

waiting downstairs in a car and take off

that night shirt.

All right, hop to it.

>> You a friend of Chuck Lanson?

>> Never heard of him. Quit stalling.

Hold it.

What's going on?

>> This man wanted me to take him to Edith

Mills, Inspector.

>> Oh, he did, huh?

>> Yes. And he has a friend waiting

downstairs in a car.

>> What kind of a car?

Oh, thanks. Keep him company for a few

minutes, Kennedy. I'll go have a look

see.

>> Right.

Let's make a deal. You know something

about that 50 grand? We'll move out of

here before the cop gets back.

>> But why not cut the inspector in on it,

too?

>> No sign of his friend downstairs, but I

picked up this.

>> Hi, Walt.

>> Get anything out of him?

>> No, he doesn't know freckles or big boy.

Here's his wallet. A few cards and a

pawn ticket.

>> Olan Harvey, eh?

>> No address. Where do you live?

>> I just ran away from home.

>> He doesn't know Howard Baker either.

Who was the friend you had waiting for

you?

>> I haven't any friends.

>> I can understand that. All right.

>> I'd suggest we take a little trip to 271

East River Street. Maybe he's known

there.

>> Okay.

>> I don't know anybody there. I haven't

any friends,

remember?

>> Too bad. We'll stop off at Lonesome

Hearts Club.

>> We're wasting time. Let's get started.

Nelly,

>> now choke yourself.

>> Nelly.

>> Well, what do you want?

>> Drink of water, please.

Where's Olen? Did he run into the cops?

>> I don't talk to double crossers.

>> Wait a minute. You look worried. Come

on. Out with it. Where's Olen?

>> Why do you keep asking me?

>> I don't know. Maybe playing a hunch,

>> for instance.

>> Well, he could have run into the cops.

Anyway, if you play along with me, you

stand a better chance of cutting into

that 50,000.

>> I'm not very good at riddles, Howard.

>> Okay. Can I have a smoke?

No one here.

>> See, I told you I didn't know anybody in

this joint.

>> Yeah, he's a perfect stranger around

here. I'll radio you in for a man to

cover this place. Get going, Lonesome.

Here's the mate, Kennedy.

Olan Harvey, age 35, smalltime hoodlam.

One arrest for burglary. Served 2 years.

Last known address, 9741 Monica Street.

Apartment house. Check with the land

lady. Said he lived there for 4 months.

>> That ain't a crime. You still say you

don't know anything about Howard Baker

in the $50,000 bank messenger holdup?

>> Honest. I'm telling the truth.

>> Did you get the report from Ballistics

on his gun?

>> Yep. The boys say it was used to kill

the bank messenger.

>> That bank messenger was wounded. Oh, I

read about it in the newspapers.

>> Mortally wounded, Olen. He died less

than an hour ago.

>> That places you in a bad position owning

that gun.

>> It isn't mine, Kennedy.

>> No.

>> No. I found it. What about Howard Baker?

>> Told you never heard of him. Who is he?

>> One of your pals on the holdup job.

Maybe if I told you a little bit more,

you'd remember him.

>> Go ahead, take your time and don't leave

anything out. I haven't any place to go.

>> We have witnesses who saw the getaway.

Three men and a girl in a private hack.

>> Wasn't me.

>> What about freckles and big boy?

>> You tell me.

>> Any questions, Kennedy?

>> Yes, inspector. I suppose you didn't

have anything to do with that ad in the

newspaper about freckles and big boy.

>> No, not a thing. Remember? And anyway,

what is this business about freckles and

big boy?

>> Make it simple, Craig, so you'll

understand every word.

>> The purpose of the ad was to lure Edith

Mills to the River Street address.

>> Look, I got a girl. I don't have to run

an ad to get one.

>> The girl who was with you in the holdup?

>> Oh, change the record, will you?

>> We'll change it. All right. When we do,

there'll be a charge of murder and armed

robbery on it.

>> So Olen Harvey got grabbed by the cops,

huh?

>> Yeah. And Craig Kennedy had a hand in

it. Bob,

>> sure. That's the guy Natalie followed

from River Street.

>> You already said that, Howard.

>> What are you so jumpy about?

>> What if Holen and Chuck talked?

>> They didn't. And they won't.

>> Besides, if they had, the cops would

have picked up me and Howard by this

time.

>> I don't know about this whole setup.

>> What do you mean? And you agreed to take

the hot money off our hands.

>> That was before you filed up the deal.

How do you know your girlfriend Edith

didn't tell the cops all about this?

Even give them the money.

>> I told you before, Bob. If she went to

see this guy Kennedy at all, she only

asked him to find me.

>> Think so, huh?

>> Yeah. And I bet you money, chalk, or

marble. She's still got the 50 grand and

it's still in Riverdale.

>> Well, the kid's in love with Howard.

>> Yeah, she'd do anything for me.

>> All right. Why didn't she go to the

River Street address herself?

>> Like I told you, she was afraid. Craig

Kennedy was looking for me, not for the

money.

>> Still think it'll work, eh?

>> Sure it will.

>> What have we got to lose? We'll run the

new ad in all the papers in town. She

comes to your office alone, I see her.

She comes to the law, I don't see her.

And you don't know her.

>> What do you say, Bob?

>> I don't know. That hot money ain't worth

much now.

>> What's that?

>> You heard me.

>> All right. How much?

>> Oh,

35 cents on the dollar.

You said 50 cents on the dollar before.

>> Take your business someplace else.

>> All right. 35.

>> It's 30 now. It's a deal.

>> All right. Ran out a new ad. Make sure

it works this time.

>> It will. And Miss Mills, Mr. Jameson's

newspaper only carried the news of Olen

Harvey that we wanted them to know.

>> But Mr. Kennedy, this ad appeared in the

personal columns this morning. Is

Freckle still in town?

I must do something about it.

>> Yes, we saw this ad, too. But it's too

dangerous for you to tackle.

Miss Mills, it would be much better for

you if you forgot Howard Baker.

>> But I can't. I love him.

>> I'm afraid you don't understand. Howard

Baker will be sent to prison.

>> But I've already turned back the money.

And the bank messenger didn't die.

>> I'm sorry, but the bank messenger did

die.

>> Oh, no.

Howard isn't a killer.

>> Well, perhaps he isn't, but you will

have to help us prove it.

>> How?

>> By letting us handle everything. We'll

run the proper ad in the personal

columns.

>> Freckles is still here and would like to

see Big Boy.

>> What' I tell you, Bob?

>> Don't get too excited. I just hope it's

a girl answering you.

>> Well, there's only one way to find out.

>> Let's get it set. What'll I say?

>> Here, I'll take care of it.

>> Here it is. Right in the middle of the

personals. If Freckles still loves big

boy, come to 610 12 Front Street. Bring

gift with you. Every newspaper carried

that same ad. Yet we couldn't get a line

on who placed it. Yeah, they're plenty

smart. Our countergirl found the typed

copy attached to a $5 bill. Under

ordinary circumstances, we wouldn't have

run the ad.

>> Any news about Hardbaker's cab?

>> Not a thing. We still haven't found it.

>> I feel sorry for Miss Mills. Yeah, and

she's pretty, too.

>> No, I didn't think you'd noticed it,

Wald.

>> Too bad Jameson can't get a nice girl to

go for me, Kennedy.

>> Not so fast, Inspector. I never get

serious with any one gal. My work

demands a lot of my time.

>> Yeah, yeah, I know. Say this Mills girl

get the reward for returning that money.

I'll bet she spends every dollar by

trying to get her boyfriend out of jail.

>> Love does strange things, Inspector.

>> Yep. Even to him.

Say I uh checked that address.

610 and a half Front Street. Place is

run by Robert White, a phony importer.

>> Anything on him?

>> Nothing definite. He's got a bad

reputation.

I hope everything works out all right,

Kennedy.

Well, what do you want?

>> I represent uh freckles.

>> Come in.

>> Thank you.

I see you brought the gift with you.

>> Oh, yes. Yes, I did.

>> I expected Freckles herself.

>> But I am authorized to do business for

her.

>> Hold it, mister Howard.

He says he can do business for your

girlfriend.

>> What's your name?

>> What difference does it make? Here is

the gift.

>> Put it on the desk.

Stand still now, Mr. Whatever your name

is, we'll get this over with.

>> Wait a minute, Howard. What' you ever

learn? Let's see if he really brought

the money.

>> He's right, Howard.

>> It better be there.

White Baker and the girl are waiting for

you, Inspector. They'll come too in a

minute or so.

>> Won't they be surprised when they find

themselves handcuffed?

>> Best story I ever wrote, said the

editor.

>> Oh, what do you know, Kennedy?

>> H,

>> this newspaper says Howard Baker turned

states evidence to get a lighter

sentence. and Olan Harvey killed the

messenger.

>> H Did some reporter actually write that?

>> Yeah.

>> What is this? Of course, I wrote it and

it's all true. Edith Mills has already

hired the best lawyer she can get. There

goes her reward money.

Uh, can I have some ice cream?

>> Did you hear somebody say something,

Inspector?

>> No.

>> I said, "Can I have some ice cream?"

>> Oh, it's Walt.

>> Oh, Walt. Here, help yourself.

>> Thanks.

>> And so ends the case of fugitive money.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Kennedy talking.

>> My name is Henry Waters.

>> Yes, Mr. Waters. What can I do for you?

>> Well, I run a shoe repair shop on

Sycamore Street. I called Inspector

Burk's office and they said they'd gone

over to your place.

>> Yes, I'm expecting him. Want to leave a

message?

>> Uh, yeah, I reckon I do. Uh, tell him

his shoes are ready and

Hello. Hello.

>> I'm I'm still here, Mr. Kennedy. I don't

want to bother the inspector, but I had

quite a ruckus in my place a little

while ago.

>> Oh, trouble.

>> Well, kind of. Yeah. Fella tried to get

a pair of shoes that didn't belong to

him, and I wanted to tell Mr. Burke

about it because I've got a kind of an

idea that he'll be back.

Yep, gorgeous. That's it for the moment.

Ambulance left already. Bad wound from

one of his own alls.

>> His own what?

>> His all. A WL. That's a tool a shoemaker

uses, sweetheart. I'll call you back.

>> The old man will be simply thrilled to

pieces.

>> Very funny, beautiful, but dumb. Listen,

if the old man wants a real headline,

tell him Inspector Burke's shoes have

been stolen.

>> The editor will jump with joy over that

one. Walk. I'll have your black soul

resold while you're there.

>> Was that Listen, miss.

Smart rewrite gal.

Well, in the story, earned my day's pay.

>> That last part is open to argument.

>> How is he, Craig? Oh,

>> he doesn't feel exactly like doing a

jig, but he'll be all right.

Well, whoever it was that stabbed Waters

entered and left through that door.

>> Sure they did. I'd have seen a body if

it had come in the front way.

>> Tell us about it, Mr. Waters.

>> Well, young woman brought in a pair of

shoes to get new heel tips.

>> What about the man who tried to get the

shoes? Ever see him before?

>> No, sir.

>> Did he expect you to give them to him

without a claim check? Well, first he

said he lost the claim check, and then

he said the shoes belonged to his wife.

>> What did he look like?

>> He was maybe about 35 years old,

6-footer, weighed about 185 lbs, and

brown hair, and Oh, he was left-handed.

>> Anything else?

>> Yeah, he had a large ruby ring on the

little finger of his left hand.

>> Something to start with.

>> Okay. What about the girl? Well, her

name is Ella Randolph. You'll find her

address out there in my book. I

recollect her plainly.

>> Why? Because she was a new customer.

>> No, that ain't the reason. But I'll

always remember her because the shoes

must have cost at least $50 and she was

dressed cheaply.

>> Made you curious, huh?

>> Yeah. Shoes tell me a lot about a

person's character. The kind of work

they do, their income.

>> She didn't look to you like she made

much money, eh? No, she didn't. And yet

she had a pair of shoes that you'd

expect to find in a rich woman's

wardrobe.

>> How long was it after the man left that

the girl came in for the shoes?

>> Now look here, mister. I worked for

myself. I ain't no clock watcher. I

don't remember exactly. It was maybe a

half hour. When I told her about this

fell, she said she didn't have a

husband.

>> Did you give her the shoes?

>> Well, I only had one ready, but she took

it with her and said she was going

shopping and wanted a purse to match.

You know how silly women are about such

fool fingers.

>> You gave Miss Randolph one shoe.

>> Yep. She said she'd be back in the

morning for the other one.

>> Now, after she left, the man who

threatened you or someone else came

back, stabbed you, and swiped the shoe

that wasn't finished. Huh? Right.

>> Well, you're partly right, young fell.

Look in that coffee can. I put it away

for safekeeping.

>> They beat you to it, Waters. Just a

minute, boys. While you were

unconscious, Mr. waters. I did a bit of

snooping.

>> Well, by cracky, I wasn't so smart after

all.

>> I'd like to keep this if you don't mind.

>> It's okay by me.

>> Where's your book with a list of

customers?

>> Out there in the shop.

>> Well, I'll run this through for

fingerprints, but I won't give you odds

we'll find anything.

>> No. Let's take a look around the shop.

>> Oh, Walt, you stay here and talk to

Waters. But I've already talked to him.

>> Yes, I know. I know. I've got it. Finish

polishing your shoes. Yeah. And I'll

tell Waters all about the big story I'll

write about the Cinderella police

inspector who lost his little shoes he's

in.

>> What was that crack about Cinderella?

>> Cinderella.

>> Cinderella? Who said anything about her?

JJ,

>> if I was a senator, I'd introduce a bill

making it open season 365 days a year on

smart reporters like Jameson.

>> Somebody sure took this place apart

looking for those shoes.

>> Yep. Wish they hadn't swiped mine.

>> Oh, yours are just misplaced.

Cinderella.

I'm sorry, JJ. I couldn't let that one

go by.

Ah, yep. Mhm. Here we are. Let's see

now. Yesterday's date. Yesterday. Ah,

jackpot. Ella Randall, 247 North Park

Place, apartment 1402.

>> No working girl lives in that

neighborhood.

>> Maybe she has a wealthy relative.

>> Yeah, maybe. Well, I'll run this address

down while you check on those prints.

>> Hey, Craig, what do you get out of all

this?

>> I'm a bit puzzled, JJ. Evidently, this

shoe is valuable for some reason or

other.

>> Yeah, bit of the poor police inspector.

I always do the routine, uninteresting

work.

>> Yeah, and barefooted, too. Didn't you

find him, Cinderella?

>> Give the gentleman a cutie doll.

Heat. Heat.

Yes,

>> Miss Ella Randolph.

>> I am not.

>> But I uh I have this address for her.

>> Well, she was my maid. She was going to

Europe with us, but she phoned and

quipped. I'm in a frightful state.

Absolutely no one to help me pack. Are

you a friend of hers?

>> My card? Well, I'm in no mood to talk to

bill collectors. Adele has gotten

herself into some trouble. I'll

>> My goodness. You have something to do

with catching criminals, don't you?

>> In a way, I'd like to get some

information.

>> Well, I suppose it's all right. But you

see, I have so much to do.

Come in, Mr. Whatever your name is.

>> It's Kennedy.

>> Oh, yes, Mr. Kennedy. Well, I'm Mrs.

Miller.

>> How do you do, Mrs. Miller? I'm sorry to

Bobby.

>> No, please sit down.

>> Thank you. Mrs. Miller, did Ella

Randolph own a pair of open toed gray

shoes?

>> Oh my goodness, Mr. Kennedy. Those shoes

again. Don't tell me Ben hired you to

get them back.

>> I don't understand.

>> Ben's my husband. Those gray shoes were

worn out. I gave them to Ella. Ben said

I should have kept them.

>> And what did Ella have to say about

that?

>> Oh, she said of course she'd give them

back as soon as she went to a shoe shop.

>> Mhm. What kind of work does your husband

do, Mrs. Miller? Well,

>> he's a chemist. He worked for the Titan

Steel Company. Oh. Dear me, you'll have

to excuse me, Mr. Um, Kennedy, but I

must get on with my packing and I have

shopping to do. Last minute

requirements, you know.

>> I'd still like to talk to Ella. Could

you give me her address?

>> Well, call the Standard Employment

Agency. But one thing you can be certain

of, Ella did not steal those shoes.

>> Thank you, Mrs. Miller.

>> Oh, you're quite welcome. I'm sure. I'd

like to talk to you more about Ella, but

you see, I have so much to do.

>> I understand.

>> Good day, Mr. Uh

>> oh. It's still Kennedy. Good day.

>> Ben, I didn't hear you come in.

>> What's the matter?

>> Who was that man?

>> Here's his card. It wasn't about us,

dear. He asked for Ella. He

>> What did he ask you?

>> It was about those old gray shoes. You

make me feel like an Indian giver. Ben,

where are you going?

>> Get your packing finished right away.

Well, this inner soul has been removed

before.

>> Microfilm.

>> Well, things are looking up. What's on

it, Craig?

>> Can't tell yet. Looks like some sort of

a formula. H seems to be only part of it

here.

>> I guess we better go after the other

shoe.

>> Yes. The Standard Employment Agency

gives 813 Westpak Street, room 9, as

Ella Randolph's address. They tell you

anything else?

>> Yes. All of Miss Randolph's references

checked out phony except one.

>> Oh. They notified Mrs. Miller at the

time, but she didn't seem to care. She

said Ella had worked out splendidly.

>> How about the one reference that was

okay?

>> Um, fellow by the name of Dan Logan. He

said Ella had worked for him, and she

was satisfactory.

>> Well, the crime lab drove blank

fingerprints on the all just as we

expected.

>> Yes, dead end there.

>> But here's something interesting. Miller

booked a suite of rooms on the SS Queen

of the Sea. Reservations for his wife's

maid canled. But there's a Jay Duncan in

the party.

>> Well, I wonder where he fits into the

picture.

>> I'll have the make on him soon. And also

a check on passports. Uh, how about

Logan Ellis former employer?

>> I'll take care of him.

>> That could be my report on Duncan.

Hello, Kennedy talking for just a

moment.

>> Burke.

Yeah, let's have it.

Right. Yeah.

Yeah. Roger.

Well, well, what do you know?

>> Another jackpot.

>> I got Duncan's address. He's

left-handed.

This is the jackpot. Until last week,

Duncan worked for the Titan Steel

Company as a chemist. Quit his job.

>> Well, I'll say things are looking up

>> now. Bright boy, you find the left shoe

for us.

>> Which one? Ella's or Cinderella's. Halo

help me if you watch the blood pressure.

>> Okay. Which will it be for me? Duncan or

Ella? Let's toss Heads. The girl is

mine.

>> Okay, JJ.

>> Okay,

Heads, you win, Greg.

>> Be seeing you, boys.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

You're going to get into trouble with

this thing.

Miss Randolph.

Miss Randolph.

Miss Randolph.

Keep that steak out on Duncan's place.

The minute he shows, let me know.

>> Yes, sir.

>> And I don't want him picked up.

>> Yes, inspector. Oh, there's a call for

you on the outside line.

>> Take the message. I'm busy. I'd talk to

the party if I were you, sir.

>> Who is it?

>> Do you uh have a fairy godmother

inspector?

>> I'll take that call.

>> Cinderella Burke speaking.

>> Oh, goody goody. Cindy, I have the

little mice already.

>> Can I go to the ball tonight?

>> Bet you can.

>> Well, we'll need a pumpkin to uh make

the carriage, won't we?

>> Yes, Cinderella.

>> We'll use your head, Jameson.

Look, JJ, I'm tired of sticking around

here. Old man Waters is sleeping

peacefully, and your man can't even swap

stories with me. I'll send you over some

kitty books.

>> Let me talk to Craig.

>> He's not here. Try his place.

>> I have been. No answer.

>> Hasn't he come back yet from the

Randolph girl's place?

>> Well, evidently not. So, how'd you make

out with Duncan?

>> I haven't seen him. I'm worried about

Kennedy. I better hop on over to Ellis.

>> Well, I'll meet you over there.

>> Well, I'm not crazy about it, but okay.

Oh, you're so good for my inferiority

complex.

>> So, this newspaper guy Jameson says the

old man is Cinderella. See, and he's

going to print a story of mine.

>> Jackson.

>> Yes, inspector.

>> Have my pumpkin brought. I mean, my car

brought up on the ramp.

>> Yes, sir.

>> And Jackson, you'll be back pounding

pavements tomorrow.

Oh. First old man Waters and now you

Craig. Well, this business of taking

places apart looking for shoes is

getting to be a habit.

>> I agree. A bad habit. Now, you said the

shoe you picked up at the shoe makers.

The left one wasn't here.

>> That's right.

Here it is.

And the bag I brought to go with it. Is

there something valuable about that shoe

that I don't know about?

>> Could be. Why did you quit your job with

Mrs. Miller? You could have had a nice

trip to Europe.

>> Well, Mrs. Miller was difficult enough,

but Mr. Miller is impossible.

>> Mhm. Thank you, Miss Randolph.

>> Is that all you have to ask me?

>> JJ,

>> for the time being.

>> Uh, Miss Randolph, I'll want an

exclusive interview

>> later. Walt, I'd suggest that you stay

indoors. Uh, Inspector Burke will assign

a man to guard your apartment.

>> Thank you.

>> Not a word about this in the papers yet.

Wall,

>> you're the doctor. JJ, I'll toss you for

the eats. Heads. I win. Hey. Oh, no.

I'll take heads. I had to turn you over

to the bunko squad for this two-headed

coin.

Nothing in this shoe we got from Ella.

>> That must be Walt bringing her in.

>> A job he hates, of course.

Now, don't worry. I'll see that you get

home safely.

>> Thank you.

>> What a line.

>> Thanks for coming down, Miss Randolph.

>> Oh, this is a little frightening.

>> Nothing to be afraid of.

>> No, he just wants you to make a phone

call. That's all.

>> Phone call

>> to Mr. Miller.

>> Of course. I'll do anything to help you

prove whatever you're trying to prove.

Good. Now, tell Mr. Miller that you want

to return the shoes.

>> Yes.

>> You might add that you're sorry you took

them in the first place, and you'll meet

him at the shoemakers.

>> Why the shoe makers?

>> That's where the attempt was made on

Waters Life. You know how the police

work, scene of the crime.

>> Oh, yes, I suppose so.

>> Uh, make an appointment to meet him

there tonight at 8:00.

>> Hello,

>> Mr. Miller.

>> Yes. Who is this?

>> Ella.

>> Ella? Where are you?

>> I'm sorry about the shoes, and I want to

return them. Well, that's very nice of

you. Where can I meet you?

>> At Mr. Waters, the shoemakers at 8:00.

>> Well, uh, okay. Yeah. Well, you have a

date and thanks. Goodbye.

>> Good job, Miss Randolph. Thanks again.

And we'll meet you at the Shoemaker.

>> Yes, Mr. Kennedy.

>> And now I'll keep my promise.

How can I tell if it's on the level?

We'll have to gamble if we want those

shoes back.

>> Sounds like a trick.

>> All right, I'll tackle it myself.

>> Wait a minute.

>> Well,

>> I'll be there at 8:00.

>> Now you're being sensible.

You like to get a little sewing done,

mister?

>> Well, I reckon not. Thanks.

ain't open at night much.

>> I was just passing by and I saw your

lights burning. I'd appreciate if you'd

sew that up for me.

>> Well, I reckon I can take care of you.

Cost about uh six bits.

>> Make it a dollar.

>> Oh, kind of generous, huh? Have a seat,

mister. Have a seat.

Oh. Oh.

Could have made these hair things easier

to get on and off of.

>> Better get yourself a mustard plaster,

old-timer.

>> Reckon I better

>> you all your work by hand?

>> Learn that way. Only way I can do it.

And see here, young fella. I'll get this

here briefcase sewed up a heat quicker

if you sat down and stop gabbing at me.

>> Okay. Okay. Don't get all heed up. Don't

aim to be fidgety, mister, but I ain't

no barber. Never could talk and work at

the same time.

Well, what can I do for too.

>> We uh Well, I'm supposed to meet someone

here.

>> Well, make yourselves to home. Magazines

are kind of old, but set anyway.

>> Thank you.

Oh, hello, Mr. Miller.

>> Nice of you to come, Ella.

>> Glad to return the shoes, Mr. Miller.

>> My wife will be very glad to get them

back. Um, may we have them now?

>> Yes. The shoe maker will give them to

you.

Yep. Got those shoes right here.

Never saw such a commotion over a pair

of shoes in all my days.

>> Thanks to both of you.

>> I'll take those shoes. Don't get any

ideas and nobody will get hurt.

>> I want to thank you, Ella, for bringing

Logan here tonight.

>> Kennedy,

>> what's going on?

>> That's the man I told you about.

All right, get your hands up around your

shoulders. All of you

have a look at them. Especially the

right one.

>> Turn around, Miller.

>> Well,

>> there's nothing in the shoe they had.

Where's the other half of the microfilm?

>> Where's the half Ella took out of the

shoe she had?

>> Oh, yes, Logan. I know quite a bit about

you and Ella. You wanted that microfilm

because it's a new formula for hardening

steel. You plan to get it out of this

country just as Miller and Duncan did.

>> Know about them, too?

>> Yes. That's the reason you took the

maid's job. And when those shoes became

so important, you knew the microfilm was

hidden in them. You swallowed my bait

and came here tonight thinking you'd get

the piece from the right shoe.

>> All right, Kennedy. You're going to be

our passport out of this town. Come on.

>> Drop that gun, Logan.

>> Thanks, JJ.

>> But but Craig, I still don't know who

stabbed Waters. Duncan did. He also

tried to get me.

See, what made you suspicious of Ella

and Logan?

>> That good reference Logan gave Ella. And

then the boys in the immigration

department got all he up about Logan.

>> Oh, trouble before, eh?

>> Mhm. Yep, I reckon so.

>> How about the microfilm Ella took out of

the shoe?

>> Oh, that's an easy one. Here we are in

Ella's lipstick.

>> Well, everybody's on their way to comfy

little cells.

Give them the dope.

>> Mhm.

>> All except for one thing. Whatever

happened to Cinderella's shoes? I I have

to play up that angle. I found my shoes,

Mr. Jameson. Oh, where? Where? Why? In

the very place you hid them. You

dumbbell. What kind of a detective do

you think I am?

>> But JJ, I never hid your shoes. Besides,

I think the missing pair are tan. Right.

See?

>> Hey, these aren't mine. Walt, if you so

much as print a word about this, so help

me.

And so ends the case of the Indian

giver.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where law-

abiding citizens go about their business

of working and providing good homes for

their loved ones and where destructive

forces of crime and evil are also at

work

in one way or another. We're all enshed

by crime. We're either on the side of

law and order or against it. We're all

in the battle between good and evil.

>> Kennedy speaking.

>> Oh, hello Walt. I was just leaving.

>> I'm glad I caught you, Craig. I'm tied

up at Acme Studios, stage 9. How about

meeting me here for lunch instead of my

office? Huh? Well, all right, Walt. What

are you trying to do? Get a job as a

movie actor?

>> Not guilty. The editor asked me to get

an exclusive interview with Karen Day.

>> What? Walter Jameson writing interviews

with movie stars.

>> Well, I couldn't refuse my editor.

First, I thought it'd be kind of dull,

but uh I'll take on a lot of this work.

Karen Day is not hard to look at.

>> She's what?

Oh,

I see. Well, take a little advice from

Uncle Craig. I've seen Karen Day on the

screen.

>> Yes, Uncle Craig. I assure you it'll be

strictly business. Now, how about

meeting me over here?

>> Quiet. Quiet on the stage, please.

>> Quiet. Quiet, everybody.

>> Hold on a moment, Craig. They're getting

ready to shoot a scene.

>> We've rehearsed this enough. You all

know your lines and business.

>> I hope.

>> Don't waste any more time, Martin. Other

than close-up to the girls, it's the

last scene we have to shoot. I'm not

wasting any time, Mr. Wild. This is the

best picture I ever directed and

consequently the best picture you ever

produced.

>> Will you make the scene?

>> Here we go. Quiet. Roll them.

>> Scene 372. Take one.

Action.

To your happiness, Elizabeth. To you.

And

>> I told you what I'd do the next time I

caught you with my wife.

>> Charles, you don't understand.

>> You're making a mistake, Charlie.

>> I'm no fool.

Oh, Charles, the toast was to Elizabeth

and you.

>> Cut. We'll do it once more.

>> Spencer, you were certainly chewing up

the scenery.

>> Hello, Craig. I can talk now. How about

>> Spencer's really been shot?

>> He's dead.

Craig, the leading man has been killed.

>> Right. This story will give you the best

front page you've had in a long time,

boss. And don't forget the bonus check.

On your paper?

>> Uh-huh. I wish you'd held it up for a

while. His publicity won't do the

picture any good.

>> On the contrary, the public will flock

to the theaters to see it.

>> It's a terrible thing. A good friend of

mine will be along any minute. Don't

worry, he'll help Inspector Burke clean

this up like that.

>> Uh, who is this friend? Craig Kennedy.

That's good.

>> Mr. Jameson,

>> you're with one of the big dailies,

aren't you?

>> Yeah, the Evening Star. Why?

>> Could you um be interested in some side

information on this little drama?

>> I um I could be interested.

>> Well, thanks, officer. I can find Mr.

Jameson myself.

>> Craig,

>> don't you want to hear what I have to

say?

>> Oh, you bet I do. Keep it on ice for a

moment, will you? Honey,

>> have any trouble getting by the studio

please?

>> I used your name, Walt. They let me in

anyway.

>> Is Inspector Burke on the case?

>> Yeah, he's over on the set.

>> What were you looking at, Craig? A very

attractive blonde.

>> She had her eyes riveted on you, Walt.

>> Oh, that would be Margaret White. Play

second lead in the picture. Reminds me

she has some information. Might make a

good story, huh?

>> Sure. Sure.

>> Honestly, it's strictly business. She

said that.

>> Yes.

>> Oh, well, you wouldn't believe me

anyway.

>> Oh, I'm afraid I wouldn't.

>> All right. All right, folks. Now,

everybody, keep calm. Now, see here,

Captain Dirk, let's get this over with

as soon as possible. I have a picture to

make.

>> I'm not a captain. I'm an inspector. My

name isn't Durk. It's Burke. I got a

murder mystery on my hands, Mr. Wild,

which is just as important to me as your

picture is to you.

>> Oh, hello, Kennedy.

Glad to see you.

>> Same here, Inspector. However, I'm only

an interested spectator. I was meeting

Jameson here.

>> Interested spectator? Huh? Not with me

on the job. I'm putting you to work.

Her

professional name was Judy Lane.

Happened about 5 years ago. Huh?

>> You'll find it all in your newspaper

files.

>> I seem to remember the name.

>> Mr. Jameson.

>> When uh you write this story, don't

forget to give me a buildup and get my

name correct.

>> Right through the chest.

>> Yes.

>> I understand a scene was being made when

this happened. Who fired the shot?

>> Uh my name is Arnold. I fired the shot.

>> Oh. The inspector has a gun. I I

wouldn't let it out of my possession

until he got here.

>> Wouldn't let it out of your possession,

Mr. Arnold. Why not?

>> Because I I'm smart enough to know that

this looks bad for me. The the prop man

loaded it and gave it to me. Mr.

Kennedy,

>> no cause to be alarmed, Mr. Arnold.

We'll get to the bottom of this.

>> Hey, the serial numbers have been filed

off this gun.

>> Where's the prop man?

>> I'll get him.

>> What' you say your name is?

>> Bob Ferrell. I was Tom Spencer standin.

>> Were you on the set when this happened?

>> Yes, sir. I was standing back by the

camera.

>> I see.

>> Well, we'll get a complete story from

everybody in just a few minutes. Where's

that prop man?

>> There's the prop man.

>> Oh,

Kemp.

Did you load this gun for the scene?

>> Yes, sir, I did.

>> Take a good look at it. Sure it's yours?

>> Yeah, it's mine. All right.

>> Police have a record of it?

>> No, sir. The law says you have to

register all guns.

>> Well, the numbers were filed off it. It

was that way when I bought it.

>> Makes no difference. You should have

come in to see us about it.

>> How long have you had it?

>> About 9 years. I can vouch for Kemp.

He's been a faithful employee of mine

for a long time.

>> Now, we'll get to that later. All right,

everybody. We can relax a moment. I want

to talk with the rest of the crew.

Heat. Heat.

Yeah.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Well, Mr. Kennedy,

Inspector Burke was looking for you.

>> Thank you.

coming, Mr. Wild? Oh.

>> Oh, yes, of course.

>> Well, Karen, now that Spencer's dead,

who's going to slide you into leading

parts?

>> Just what do you mean by that?

>> I was doing all right until Spencer fell

for that $189 charm of yours.

>> How dare you?

>> Oh, stop. It's common gossip you were

out to marry him. I also heard some

gossip. You wanted to marry him.

>> That's enough, Margaret.

>> Don't give me orders, Martin.

>> I said that's enough.

>> You know, Martin, you and I ought to be

on the same team. You were in love with

Karen and Spencer beat your time.

>> I'm sorry you had to be subjected to

that, Karen.

>> Oh, Frank. This whole thing is horrible.

>> Well, now listen, Karen, you mustn't let

this thing throw you. I'll do everything

in the world I can to help you. Well,

you know that I've always Well, I sort

of had some great plans for us, but uh

Spencer swept you off your feet.

>> Everybody over here, please.

>> We'll have a 2-hour break for lunch. You

can all go over the commissary if you

want, but don't try to leave the lot.

I think I'll go over to headquarters

with this.

>> I'll be in my lab.

>> Drop you off.

>> No thanks. I have my car. Be seeing you.

>> Walt,

>> check the files in your newspaper morg

on Judy Lane, the actress Margaret White

told you about.

>> Okay. And I'll meet you in the lab in

about an hour.

Heat.

Heat.

Oh, how's the neck?

>> Pretty sore, Walt. Whoever gave me that

judo cut knew how to use it viciously.

He'll show himself before we're through

with this case.

>> That's everything we have on Judy Lane.

>> Uhhuh.

Well, it's sufficient. Her real name was

Judy Kemp,

>> the prop man's daughter.

>> She was an actress married to Thomas

Spencer.

Spencer divorced her and she committed

suicide.

>> Margaret White told me that the girl's

father swore revenge. Of course, you

won't find that in the files.

>> Hardly. She also said that Spencer

wasn't a very nice guy. A jealous woman

can do a lot of talking, Walt.

>> What do you mean by jealousy?

>> On the way out of the studio, I stopped

for a little chat with the gateman.

>> And I learned that Margaret White is

jealous of Karen Day for more reasons

than one.

>> Well, keep talking, Uncle Craig.

>> Margaret was in love with Thomas

Spencer. And for a while, it looked like

she had him on the way to the altar.

That is until Karen made an appearance.

>> Then Spencer's sweet thoughts of love

turned from Margaret to Karen. Eh,

>> I must admit that's reason enough to

burn a lady who's practically married,

but uh you said more reasons than one.

>> Margaret was set to do the lead in this

picture opposite Spencer. Then Spencer

talked the producer into giving the part

to Karen.

>> And Margaret had to step down to second

billing, huh?

Craig, could she have put a real bullet

in that gun?

>> It seems quite a few people could have

done that. W

>> ballistics say that gun fired the bullet

that killed Spencer. Here's a blowup of

the death bullet and one of the test

bullets.

>> The markings are identical.

>> I see your boys didn't work on the filed

serial numbers.

>> Didn't give them time.

>> I'll see what I can do.

>> These shells were in the gun. Five

unfired blanks. The sixth was a real

bullet.

>> Any fingerprints on the shells?

>> No.

>> Oh, we're dealing with a clever killer.

>> Yes, but criminals always make mistakes.

Walt,

>> how about fingerprints on this gun?

Inspector,

>> save your energy. We got clear

impressions of Arnold's fingers and the

directors. That's all.

>> Hey, maybe we're missing a bet on that

fellow Arnold. Maybe he thought he

should have had the lead in the picture.

>> Stop trying to be a detective, Jameson.

When we get the killer, we'll tell you

and you can print it all over your

little newspaper.

>> H

what?

>> These numbers were filed off recently,

Inspector.

>> So,

>> the prop man said they were filed off

when he bought the gun 9 years ago. Hey,

>> that's right. You know, the more I think

of this case, the more I add two and two

to get the answer. Propman. He had the

motive and the opportunity. Let's get

over to stage 9 and see what we can dig

out of him.

Kennedy speaking.

Yes. Yes, he's here. Your office? Yeah.

What is it?

What's that?

Okay, I'm on my way. Acme Studios phone

headquarters. Somebody tried to kill the

prop man.

>> I have the studio hospital take care of

him.

>> Now, Mr. Kemp, tell us exactly what

happened.

>> I was over behind my property box.

Somebody threw that knife at me. I

turned as quickly as I could, but I I

couldn't see anyone.

>> You say you turned?

>> Yes, sir.

>> But this knife hit the front of your

body. You wouldn't have to turn to see

who it was.

>> When the knife struck me, it turned me

around. It's not a very bad wound. You

couldn't have stabbed yourself to throw

us off the track.

>> You think I'm crazy?

>> Do you deny you hated Spencer?

>> So, you found out about my daughter?

>> Yes, I hated him, but I didn't kill him.

>> We'll let the evidence decide that, Mr.

Camp.

>> Not much use looking for prints on that

knife. It's been handled by too many

people.

>> Yes. And generally speaking, Inspector,

people who throw knives are thoughtful

enough to wear gloves,

>> right?

Let's replay the murder scene,

Inspector.

>> Okay. Do we need the crew for that?

>> No. No. Dismiss everyone but Kemp.

>> Call for you, Mr. Kennedy.

>> Thank you. Hello.

Yes. Yes. This is Kennedy.

Yes. Yes.

How much?

Oh,

thank you.

>> Look here, Mr. Kennedy. This thing is

beginning to look pretty bad for me.

>> Is it? Why, Mr. Arnold?

>> I don't have to be a detective to see

that the finger suspicion points to me.

Please calm yourself, Mr. Arnold. You're

attracting suspicion to yourself,

>> Mr. Wild.

>> Yes,

>> that was a very interesting phone

conversation I just received. It was

your insurance company.

>> So,

>> I did a bit of checking. You insured

Thomas Spencer's life for $250,000.

The policy named you as beneficiary.

>> Well, what of it? I always insure my

cast. Every producer does.

>> I'm not talking about cast insurance.

I'm talking about the individual policy

on Thomas Spencer.

>> That doesn't prove that I killed him.

>> Mr. Wild, your pictures with Spencer

happened in making money. You tried to

break his contract, but he forced you to

go on with it.

>> Well, that may be true. Now, prove that

I killed him.

>> I'm going to prove quite a few things.

>> Could we reenact the scene exactly as it

was played when Spencer was shot?

>> Yes, of course. Everybody in their

original positions, please.

Who's going to take Spencer's part?

>> We can use Frell to stand in.

>> Well, I

go ahead, Frell. It's perfectly safe.

What's the matter, Mr. Frell?

>> Well, what I mean is, well, there's

there's nothing in the Gil rules that

says that I have to stand in for a dead

man.

>> All right, Mr. Frell, you're excused.

Stand behind the camera.

>> I'll take his place. Mr. Martin,

>> do you want the dialogue, Mr. Kennedy?

>> Yes. Yes, please. And explain the action

to me.

>> Yes. Spencer is seated at that table.

The two ladies are in their regular

position as they are now. Arnold, while

he comes in that door to the right, you

raise your glass for a toast.

>> Mhm. Then you direct your line to Karen

and you say, "To your happiness,

Elizabeth, to you and to your" And

you're checked by the sudden entrance of

Arnold, who points a gun at you and

says, "I told you what I'd do. Have I

ever caught you with my wife again?"

>> And then I say to Arnold, "Charles, you

don't understand."

>> And then I say, "I'm no fool." And fire

the gun. And after your shot, I cry out

to Arnold. Oh, Charles, the toast was

for Elizabeth and you.

>> That's the cut, Mr. Kennedy. Got it?

>> I think so.

>> Yes. Now, uh, when I call action, you

start the toast.

>> Thank you.

>> Put something into this. You might get

an acting contract. This is hardly the

time for jokes.

>> I'll buy that, Karen. Go on, please. And

don't miss any of the details.

>> Do you want me to use the same gun for

this?

>> Yes. Will you give him the gun,

Inspector, please?

>> Okay, Kennedy.

>> Just a moment, Mr. Arnold. Why did you

put the gun on the table? Were you

supposed to find it there in the story?

>> No. Mr. Martin had been showing me how

to play the scene. He put it there.

>> That's right, Mr. Kennedy.

>> How did the gun get into your hands?

>> The property man gave it to Mr. Arnold,

loaded, and ready for the scene. I took

it from Mr. Arnold to show him how the

scene should be played.

>> Thanks, Mr. Martin.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Can we go on with the scene?

>> Oh, of course.

Are you ready, Mr. Arnold?

>> Uh,

yes.

>> Action.

>> To your happiness, Elizabeth. to you and

to

>> I told you what I'd do the next time I

caught you with my wife.

>> Charles, you don't understand.

>> You're making a mistake, Charlie.

>> I'm no fool.

>> Oh, Charles, the toast was to Elizabeth

and you.

>> Cut.

>> That was an Academy Award winner, Mr.

Kennedy. You're a quick study.

>> Quiet, Miss White.

>> Now, what did we prove? Except that the

great criminologist has a streak of ham

in him.

>> I consider that a compliment, Mr. Wild.

This is an unusual case, ladies and

gentlemen. We have several motives to

consider.

Jealousy is always a dangerous motive.

Perhaps a woman cast aside.

And let's not forget ambition.

Greed would cause a man to murder. Also,

hatred and revenge.

Like all criminals, the killer made

several mistakes. The propman's gun

wasn't used to kill Spencer. The gun

used was an almost perfect substitute,

but the killer wasn't quite clever

enough. Otherwise, there had been more

fingerprints than those of Martin and

Arnold on the murder weapon.

>> And Kennedy found out that the gun

Arnold used had the serial numbers filed

off recently. Kemp, the prop man, said

that the numbers had been filed off for

over 9 years. It's the truth. So, help

me.

>> You were right about that, Mr. Kemp. We

were able to bring the numbers to the

surface.

>> With all that evidence, Mr. Kennedy, why

did you make us replay the last scene?

to prove definitely who switched guns.

Miss White,

what did you do with the prop gun, Mr.

Martin?

>> I don't know what you're talking about.

>> Martin, you were jealous of Spencer. You

set up his murder to keep him from

marrying Karen Day.

>> This is a real gun, Kennedy. And it's

not loaded with blanks.

>> Kennedy.

time.

>> Well, Mr. Kennedy.

>> Oh, yes.

>> I

Well, there's something I got to tell

you.

>> Yes, I know you stabbed yourself. But

where did you learn that judo cut?

>> What? You knew it all the time?

>> Yes.

>> Well, I I was scared to death.

Everything pointed at me.

>> If you don't need an alibi, Kemp, don't

ever try to build one. It's too

dangerous.

>> Thanks, Mr. Kennedy.

>> Yeah. Yeah, that's right. Martin is the

real killer. You ought to learn

shorthand, sweetheart. I'll wait till

you get it all down.

>> What?

>> If that's your newspaper you're phoning,

be sure to get my name correctly in case

you forget.

Xridge O41.

>> That reminds me, Walt, weren't you going

to interview Karen Day?

>> Uh, no, Uncle Craig. I'm taking your

advice. I might fall in love with her,

and falling in love with Karen Day isn't

healthy.

>> And so ends the case of murder on stage

nine.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work in one way or another.

We're all enshed by crime.

We're either on the side of law and

order or against it.

We're all in the battle between good and

evil.

I've finished the masterpiece, Greg.

Let's get going. All right, Walt.

>> What will it be for lunch today?

Chopsuy, spaghetti, or goulash?

>> Good oldfashioned ham and sunny side up.

Let's go to the new place up the street.

>> Of course. So you can date that new

blonde. Oh, so you've noticed it?

>> Yes. Life must be kept interesting, you

know.

>> And she's a knockout, too.

>> As you would say, Walt, is that bad?

>> If that's Inspector Burke, tell him he's

cordially invited to join us for lunch

on him.

>> Kennedy speaking.

>> This is Frank Tren.

Yes, I know that's what the papers say,

but I'm not missing. I've been staying

under cover because of Johnny Lane and

right now I'm in a cleaning plant at the

corner of Beach and Main Street.

>> What can I do for you, Mr. Trend?

>> I need your help, Mr. Kennedy. I'm

worried about my wife. Her life's been

threatened, too. I can't reach her on

the phone, and I can't go to the police.

What do you

Look, like I told you, I used to go

around with the cop and I know how you

guys work.

>> What do you mean you know how we work?

>> You ain't got no right to ask me

insinuating questions and get it

straight. I don't have nothing to do

with gamblers and bookies. Get me?

>> Give me a big smile, Miss Thompson.

>> Hold it, Jameson.

>> Oh, what's the matter, Inspector Burke?

Afraid of competition and the

newspapers?

>> What? No.

>> Come on, point your finger at me or

something like you're mad. Now, see

here, young woman. This is no laughing.

Got it. Thanks, Inspector. Give me that

negative, Jameson.

>> Oh, don't do it, Mr. Newspaper Man.

>> I'd like to ask a few questions,

Inspector.

>> Hey, are you from the DA's office?

>> No. He's a criminologist.

>> A crim? What?

>> I try to solve crimes.

>> You're too good-looking for that kind of

work. But go ahead. I'll enjoy answering

your questions, particularly alone.

H

uh did you know the man who was shot?

>> No. And I never even knew he was a big

shot gambler until old sour puss told

me.

>> Now see here, young lady. This is no

>> Okay. Okay. So I ought to be serious.

>> Now where was we with the questioning?

Honey

>> about Mr. Trend. You've heard of him

before, haven't you?

>> Oh, yeah. Everybody's heard of Fang

Trend. But I give you my oath on my

grandmother's grave. I never saw the guy

before. And this is the first time to my

sworn knowledge he's ever been in the

joint. Honest.

>> Well, Miss Thompson, that's emphatic

enough.

>> Sure it is, Mr.

>> You know I didn't catch your name.

>> It's Kennedy.

>> Mr. Kennedy, I don't have nothing to do

with gamblers and bookies. Believe me.

Honest.

>> Yes. Yes, I'm sure you don't. Can you

tell me what happened when Frank Tren

came in here?

>> It'll be a pleasure.

I was standing at the counter checking

the register. I always do that. This guy

comes in naturally. I thought he came up

to pick up his laundry or cleaning. And

so I asked him for claim check.

>> No. Can I have three nickels a dime,

please? I want to use a phone.

>> Thank you.

Hello. Hello.

Hello.

That's funny.

No answer this time, huh?

Operator.

Operator.

Hello.

And while I was in the back getting the

clean and ready for the pickup truck, I

heard two gunshots. Bam. Bam. I came

back in here and I saw him lying in the

booth. I guess I screamed.

>> Didn't you hear anyone come in here

before you heard the shots?

>> No. Say, are you trying to trap me? I'm

telling the truth. Honest.

>> They're only asking questions. Miss

Thompson,

>> I tell you, I don't have nothing to do

with gamblers and bookies, especially

big shots like he is.

>> Was.

>> Miss Thompson,

how long were you in the back room?

>> Oh, maybe 5 minutes. And besides,

let him ask me the questions.

Listen, Lawson, nobody gets off in

paying me gambling debts. I'm doing the

best I can for him.

>> Frank Trener Walter. 200,000 is a lot of

money, and I intend to collect every

cent of it.

>> Look, Lane, don't be unreasonable. I

told you I was able to raise a h 100,000

for him. Now, he's on his way over to

see you. Take the money.

>> Not a bit less than a full amount.

Wouldn't you rather have half of the

debt now with a good chance of

collecting the rest? Give Frank and his

wife a break. What are you getting out

of this? Trying to help a friend.

>> I've known business managers to scheme

with their clients in order to avoid

paying debts. Yes. And I've known of

big-time gamblers having welters taken

care of.

>> Still now. Here we go. Look at the

pretty birdie.

>> You'll be sure to send me some of the

pictures now, won't you?

>> Sure will. Uh, what's your address?

>> 9711 South Brunswick, apartment 432,

phone ax 6011. I get off at 6:00.

>> Thanks.

By the way, um, don't go away, Miss

Thompson.

>> Are you kidding? That old Sarapus

inspector won't even let me powder my

nose.

>> Well, finish your artistic endeavors.

>> Yep. Dress in everything. Oh, you are

keeping life interesting, aren't you?

>> Keep that sidewalk clear, Sergeant.

>> Well, the medical examiner promised fast

action. So did ballistics.

>> Good.

>> What about that phone book?

>> It was open at the Kes. There's no doubt

Trend was trying to call my number. And

notice the doodling on the page. Very

interesting.

>> Could be Trend's doodling.

>> Yes. See how handy I am, Inspector? I

ought to be on the police force.

>> With me on the examining board, you'd

never make it.

>> Well, maybe after you retire, then. What

about that pencil, Kennedy?

>> Firm name on it. Grand Investment

Company. Might be helpful. Inspector,

>> nothing interesting for my newspaper. A

lot of companies give out pencils. Uh,

did you find anything on trend? Any

known enemies, etc.

>> Listen to the boy wonder. How do you

like this guy? They just carried the man

out.

>> I ain't getting paid overtime for this,

you know. Can I go? I ain't even had

lunch yet.

>> Yeah. Yeah. Go ahead and hurry back.

>> My union says I get 1 hour for lunch and

I'm taking it.

>> Take 2 hours.

>> Thanks. I will.

Hey, you're not so bad at that.

Bye.

>> Just a moment.

>> Oh, sure. Anything for you, handsome?

>> What's on your mind?

>> Are you certain you didn't hear Trend

make any more phone calls?

>> Well, just what I told you about. I was

in the back room, remember? And I don't

have nothing to do with

>> with gamblers or bookies. So long, lady.

>> So long.

I remember something.

>> Yes. The dead guy was the first to use

the phone after the collector was here.

>> You mean the coin box was emptied

immediately before he used the

telephone?

>> Yeah. And you can tell how many phone

calls he made by the money in the box.

>> Right, Hawkshaw?

>> Yeah, right.

>> You ought to be in the police force,

too.

>> Oh, not while he's inspector.

>> Right. Again.

>> How about having a man from the phone

company open that coin box?

>> Check, Kennedy.

Probably your boyfriend wanting to know

if you stood him up. What?

>> Oh, smart guy. I ain't going in there.

>> Hello.

What's that?

This guy says he's a regular customer.

Wants to place a bet. $5 on primrose to

win at Kenmore.

>> Tell him he's got the wrong number.

Besides, I got to get my coffee now.

>> Hi, Walt. Craig, inspector.

>> Mrs. Lorraine Tren, this is Mr. Craig

Kennedy.

>> How do you do? This is Mr. Lawson, my

husband's business manager.

>> How do you do, Mr. Lawson?

>> Mr. Kennedy, the inspector said Frank

was phoning you when he was killed.

>> Yes, Mrs. Strand. We were told he asked

for your help.

>> Yes. Yes, he did.

>> Did he give you any details? Very few.

But you and Mr. Lawson might be able to

provide us with pertinent information.

>> Well, we'll do everything we can, of

course.

>> Go on, Lorraine. Tell him the whole

story.

>> I was married to Frank 2 years. At

first, I didn't know about his gambling.

Then, shortly after our honeymoon, I

learned the truth. I wanted to leave

him, but he threatened me.

>> Lorraine, I think they'd rather hear

about Frank's troubles.

>> Yes, Mrs. Trent.

>> Frank was forever gambling with Johnny

Lane.

Johnny Lane.

>> Lane's gambling interests are much

larger than your husband's.

>> Lane is crooked. My husband wasn't.

>> Frank lost $200,000 to Johnny Lane

playing cards. He couldn't pay off.

>> And Lane threatened Tren's life. Eh,

>> yes, Inspector. And so Frank

disappeared. When he didn't return in a

week, I reported him missing.

>> Maybe I better tell the rest of this.

Trent told me to raise the money to pay

Lane, but I only raised half of it. I

couldn't tell you about that, Lorraine.

And also that I saw Frank this morning.

>> But why?

>> Well, Frank wanted it that way. He said

you had enough worries.

>> What took place between you and Mr.

Trend?

>> No. I gave him the $100,000 that I

managed to raise with the Grant

Investment Company, but I begged him not

to see Lane.

>> Do you know if he gave the money to him?

>> No, I don't. You mean it wasn't found on

Frank?

>> That's right.

>> What's the answer, Craig?

>> The fingerprints on these two nickels

taken from the coin box match those of

Frank Trend, which proves that he

completed one other call besides the one

to me.

>> Yes, but who didn't answer on the other

end of his call?

>> If we're on the right track, Walt, the

answer to that is in this doodling.

>> Looks like a lot of scratches to me.

>> Doodling often indicates what's on a

person's mind. Oh, well, for instance,

I'll get it.

See here, inspector. I'm getting tired

of you picking me up for questioning

every time you can't pin a rep on

somebody else. Save it. Okay. Okay.

What kind of a setup is this?

>> Oh, you like this place, Lane.

>> Yeah, you bet I will.

>> Mr. Craig Kennedy, Johnny Lane.

>> How do you do, Mr. Lane?

>> Okay. And

>> Walter Jameson of the Evening Star,

>> newspaper reporter. Nothing dawn. I

don't open my trap in front of him. My

constitutional rights.

>> Don't be so particular, Johnny. You'll

talk in front of anyone.

>> Okay. Okay. What do you want to know?

>> You gambled heavily with Frank Trend.

>> You've been reading my mail.

>> Never mind the comedy act. Let's have

some straight answers.

>> Did he owe you some money?

>> Oh, a few bucks.

>> Did you threaten his life if he didn't

pay up?

>> Me? Look, I don't operate that way.

Besides, how could a dead guy pay me

anything?

>> You say he owed you a few bucks?

Wasn't it $200,000?

Look, nobody gets me in a position where

they could owe me that kind of money.

>> Didn't he pay you $100,000 this morning?

>> They haven't seen the Welsher in weeks.

You're wasting your time and the

inspector's time, and he's a busy cop.

He's got to chase kids with bicycles off

of the sidewalks.

>> All right, you said your peace.

>> Okay. Okay. Any more questions?

>> Did Frank Trent call you on the phone

today?

>> No.

>> Where were you at 11:45 this morning?

>> Under my shower. And I got my wet towel

to prove it. You're not as smart as you

think, Lane.

>> Okay. Okay, so I'm not. Now, can I go

get my haircut and my manicure finished?

>> Sure, but don't try going out of town

for them. Now, what if I knew of a

better barber and a classier manicurist?

And when you write this up for your

newspaper, don't forget to say Johnny

Lane, owner of the famous Country Club

Casino, was questioned by the cops and

said he was sorry his pal got his.

That'll put the name of my joint before

the public and get you a free dinner.

>> Thanks, Mr. Lane. My editor is sure to

give me a raise for this right out the

door.

>> Look, punk.

>> Come on, funny man.

And make yourself easy to find when I

want you, Johnny.

>> Sure, I'll be around.

>> Always glad to see you, Inspector.

>> On your way.

>> Okay.

>> Well, that's one hoodlam I'm going to

put behind bars for a long time.

someday. And it won't be for an income

tax wrap either.

>> Craig says that the fingerprints on the

coins are trends.

>> I'm not surprised.

>> What about the report from Ballistics on

the Bullets?

>> Have it soon.

>> What's so interesting about those pencil

marks?

>> The doodling? Oh, it's very interesting.

Inspector

>> Craig says that a person's doodling

might tell what they were thinking

about.

>> Maybe. Well, anyway, we've got one good

suspect, Johnny Lane.

>> Uh-huh.

>> Johnny Lane's a clever fellow,

Inspector. It'll take some doing to

prove that he killed Trend or that one

of his gunmen did.

>> Just a moment.

>> Just saved myself 50 cents and a tip. I

want these dresses dry cleananed.

>> Sure. That'll be 50 cents extra for

removing the buttons and putting them

back on again. Lady in today, out day,

after tomorrow. What's your name and

address?

>> I just thought of something. Don't want

to pay for removing the buttons, huh?

Sorry, but it's the rules of the Seavoy.

>> Oh, no, it isn't that. I was just trying

to place you.

>> Yes. Oh, you're much prettier than your

pictures.

>> Oh, gee. Thanks. I guess you saw me in

the newspapers.

>> Yes. Oh, it must be awful to see a man

killed right before your eyes.

>> Oh, it don't do your nerves any good.

That, I guarantee you. But I didn't

actually see him get it. I was in the

back room.

>> The newspapers say you're the star

witness. Oh, I'm star witness. All

right. I can help the police a lot. Oh,

>> it's absolutely thrilling. You uh heard

his phone calls before he was shot, too.

>> Only one of them. Then you heard what he

said?

>> He didn't say nothing. He couldn't get

his party. But them cops sure are smart.

They'll find out who he was talking to.

And that guy Kennedy is out of this

world. He'll trap the killer like that.

>> Yes, I suppose he will. Did the police

find any large amount of money on trend?

Say, what is this? How should I know?

Just asking.

>> What did you say your name is?

>> I didn't say. Never mind the cleaning.

>> Well, some people you just can't do

nothing to please.

>> Been doing some doodling yourself since

yesterday, eh, Craig?

>> A little. Get anything out of it?

>> Yes. Trent was doodling when he talked

to me. Note the peculiar drawing.

Doesn't look like much here, but I made

this enlarged sketch of it. Two lines

stand out prominently. The left side and

the bottom.

>> The letter L.

>> Exactly.

>> Yeah, but who is L?

>> Well, Mrs. Tren's first name is

Lorraine. Then we have Lane and Lawson.

>> Yeah, but finding out which one of the

three Trend talked to still doesn't

uncover the murderer.

>> No. No, Walt. Say, for instance, he

talked to Lane. Lane couldn't very well

be on the phone with Trend and shoot him

a few minutes later. Therefore, whoever

he talked to is least likely to be the

murderer.

>> And when Tren phoned you, he said he

hadn't been able to contact his wife.

>> We're right back where we started. Four

suspects: Lane, Lawson, Mrs. Trend,

maybe even Miss Thompson.

>> That could be Miss Thompson now. She

phoned earlier, said she had something

important to tell me. Couldn't talk on

the phone.

Hello, Mr. Kennedy.

>> Miss Thompson.

>> I had the relief girl take my place and

came right over. Oh, hold duty, Mr.

Jameson. Nice day, Inspector. Rained it.

>> What's nice about it? He doesn't like

nice weather. Sit down, Miss Thompson.

Now, young lady, what's all this fuss

about?

>> Gee, what a mad guy he is all of the

time.

>> What's your important matter, Miss

Thompson?

>> Hold on. This will knock you off your

pins. Guess who called on me at work?

>> All right, we give up. Who?

>> Johnny Lane. And I told him I don't have

nothing to do

>> with gamblers and bookies.

>> Yeah, you're pretty smart at that.

>> Thank the lady, Inspector. And what did

Johnny Lane want?

>> He wanted to know if I saw who shot

Frank Trend. He said he'd give me $50

for the information.

>> And what did you tell him?

>> Don't be a schmo. I'm about 50 bucks.

You know, I didn't see nobody.

>> How long ago was it?

>> Now, let me see. About an hour ago, just

after the goofy customer left, she asked

a lot of questions, too.

>> A lady questioned you?

>> Yeah. She pranced in on me. And the

minute I laid my eyes on her, I knew she

didn't belong in the joint. You should

have seen how that doll was dressed. She

was wearing

>> Never mind the style rundown. Miss

Thompson, what did she want?

>> First, she said, "I'm prettier than my

pictures." Then she wants to know if I

heard what Frank Tren said on the phone.

And she even asked if the cops found a

lot of dough on the dead guy.

>> Who was she?

>> I don't know. She flounced out of the

joint. Took her dirty dresses with her.

Is this the lady?

>> It's her.

Who is she?

>> Mrs. Frank Trend.

>> Well, what do you know? Ain't neither

dope. I never tumbled to her.

What are we going to do now?

>> We're going to make a few calls of our

own. Good idea, Kennedy.

>> And you can call on me anytime,

cutie pie.

Hello. Yeah, this is Johnny Lane.

>> I know all about Tren's money and who

killed him. Is that information worth

$5,000 to you?

>> Could be.

Okay.

Yeah. I'll meet you at the cleaning

place in 15 minutes.

Hello.

Who is this? This is the girl from the

cleaning joint.

>> How did you learn my name? I knew it all

the time. Listen, I heard what your

husband said after the party hung up on

him. And I can tell you something about

that dough now.

>> I'll be over in 30 minutes.

>> I never thought I'd make it.

>> You did very well.

Say,

do I have to talk to her? She might kill

me.

>> Yes.

>> Hello, Mrs. Trend.

>> I think it will be much better if we

talk this over quietly. Miss Thompson,

>> I can hardly say anything.

>> Now, what about that money?

>> Gee, I'm so scared. I can't remember.

But I suppose you can't remember what my

husband said to you after I hung up on

him.

>> Yeah, that's right. I can't remember.

>> He called Mr. Lawson's number. I picked

up the phone. I heard his voice, but I

didn't answer him. Is that what he told

you?

>> I don't know. Maybe this will help you

to remember.

>> Yeah,

but I didn't tell the police. Oh, don't

shoot me.

>> All right, then talk.

>> I'll take that gun, Mrs. Trend.

Well, Kennedy, we got more out of her

than we did for my first caller.

>> Mhm.

>> I want to talk to my lawyer in due time.

Mr. Lane,

>> what's this all about, Mr. Kennedy?

>> Murder and $100,000.

>> Haven't you the wrong man? You should be

talking to Johnny Lane.

>> We intend to. And by the way, Mr. Lane

says Frank Tren didn't pay him $100,000.

>> Well, that's a lie.

You dirty double dealing rat.

>> Hold it, Lane. You can't get away with

this.

>> Well, there's your proof that he shot

Frank. He even tried to kill me in front

of you.

>> You weren't satisfied with trying to

steal Frank's wife. You double crossed

there by keeping the 100 G's and then

killed him.

>> He's out of his mind. I hardly think so.

We have proof that you did keep the

$100,000.

>> What proof? We found the money in the

air conditioning grill in your apartment

and the serial numbers match the list

furnished us by the Grant Investment

Company. With Mrs. Tren's confession and

other evidence, Mr. Lawson, we won't

have any trouble convicting you of

firstdegree murder.

>> Honest, Craig. I only came by to pick up

my laundry.

Of course, I'm telling the truth.

>> Yes, Walt. Life must be kept

interesting, eh?

>> Yeah, and she's a knockout.

Wish you was with us, handsome. But this

newspaper guy's got his shoelaces all

pressed pretty.

Will you tell that?

>> Yes. Yes. Yes. I'll tell the inspector

you don't have anything to do with

bookies and gamblers.

Goodbye, Miss Thompson.

And so ends the case of murder

preferred.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work

in one way or another. We're all enshed

by crime. We're either on the side of

law and order or against it. We're all

in the battle between good and evil.

>> See, you can boil other things besides

chemicals, can't you?

>> Best coffee maker I know of. No, Walt's

missing out on a real feast. I hope he

gets here before we make pigs out of

ourselves. Sandwich, inspector.

>> Thanks.

>> Have an onion, inspector?

>> I don't know. Kennedy, they do things to

me.

>> You better take one in self-defense.

>> See, uh, where is Jameson?

>> At the Park Hotel, interviewing

Annabelle, a famous dancer who just

returned from Europe.

>> What again?

>> You'll know what?

>> Yeah. He's always hanging around a

good-looking dish.

>> Mhm.

>> Anybody home?

Miss Annabelle.

Who is it?

>> It's that full reporter again. How is

she? She's dead.

Where is everybody?

Here,

take this and beat it after I clip him.

I'll contact you later at Henry

Henderson's

Annabelle.

Heat. Heat.

Thought you said they did things to you.

>> Where'd you get that?

>> Craig Kennedy's office. Oh, it's you.

Now, if you try to give me that routine,

it's better late than never.

>> What's that? Yeah, and I'm here alone,

so hurry over.

>> Yeah, we'll be right there.

>> Well, what's happened to Jameson now?

She's in Annabelle's suite. She's dead.

After I get headquarters, we'll be on

our way.

Didn't get a look at anybody but the

dead woman, huh? Unfortunately, no.

Inspect.

Wow, that truck just ran over my head

again.

>> You better go home, Walt.

>> Oh, no. Someday you newspaper guys will

learn not to go around sticking your

heads through open doors.

What? Why? Mr. Jameson, who are these

people? What are they doing here?

>> I'm Inspector Burke from the police

department.

>> Police? Well, I don't understand.

>> This is Elsa Hoffman. Oh, Annabelle's

secretary and companion.

>> Please tell me what this means. I demand

>> Prepare yourself for a shock, Miss

Hoffman.

>> Annabelle is dead.

Annabelle dead. Oh no, it's impossible.

>> Bert Simmons, this is Paul Preston.

>> I thought you, Henderson, and the girl

would be here by now.

>> I don't have long to talk now, Simmons.

We won't see you today. Something went

wrong.

Elsa will contact you later with

headers.

>> What is this? A stall? Listen, I

advanced you people. 5gs. What gives?

>> We've got this stuff and you'll get it.

Hello. Hello.

And Annabelle asked me to do some

shopping. Before I left, I phoned Dr.

Preston. He's down the hall in room

1012.

>> We've been to his room, Miss Hoffman. He

wasn't there.

>> Oh, he must be out on a call. He told

Annabelle he was going to remove the

cast today. She was very anxious to get

it off to see if she could stand.

>> Evidently, Dr. Preston did remove the

cast. Weren't you here when the doctor

removed it, Miss Hoffman?

>> Oh, I know. I only phoned him. He said

he'd be right over. I went out to do the

shopping and when I return,

>> I realize this is quite an ordeal, but

we must ask questions, Miss Hoffman.

>> I understand, Mr. Kennedy.

>> Now, tell us all you know about Dr.

Preston.

>> There's very little I do know. I went to

San Maritz with Annabelle for the winter

sports. She met Dr. Preston on one of

the ski trips. When Annabelle fell while

she was skiing and fractured her leg,

the hotel physician was out. Dr. Preston

offered his services. He set the

fracture and put the cast on.

>> Is Dr. Preston from Switzerland?

>> No, he's from this country.

>> What city?

>> I really don't know, Inspector. They

spent a lot of time together. Annabelle

told me little. They just fell in love.

>> They became engaged on the other side

and booked passage on the same boat.

>> That's right. I believe if Dr. Preston

had become more insistent, he could have

married her in Switzerland.

>> Did any other doctor attend Annabelle,

either in this country or in Europe?

>> No.

>> Annabelle had complete confidence in Dr.

Preston, Mr. Kennedy.

>> I'd like to rest for a while, gentlemen.

>> Medical examiner wants to see,

inspector.

>> Okay.

Excuse me,

>> Miss Hoffman. How long were you employed

by Annabelle?

>> Slightly over a year. I started to work

for her for about 4 months before we

went to Europe.

>> You're certain you can't tell us

anything more about Dr. Preston?

>> Absolutely. As a matter of fact, I

hardly had an opportunity to talk with

him. Annabelle was terribly jealous.

>> Did you ever meet any of Dr. Preston's

friends?

>> No, never. Mr. Kennedy, it's unkind of

you to question me this way. Sorry.

Sorry I detained you, Miss Hoffman. You

can go now.

>> Okay, doc. You can remove the body. And

I'm sorry I asked a foolish question.

>> I've heard of temperamental actors, but

this is the first time I've run into a

temperamental medical examiner.

>> You must have asked him how she died.

>> I did, and I should have known better.

He wouldn't tell me right away, even if

he knew. He wants to make it the hard

way.

>> What did he tell you, Inspector?

>> She's dead.

Sergeant Jackson, take a look in 1012.

See if Dr. Preston returned.

>> Okay, Inspector.

>> If he hasn't, check with the Bell Boys.

They usually know everybody's business,

>> right? What have we here?

>> Now, this is what's left of the plaster

cast.

Well, so far, no marks of violence on

the body, no bruises of any kind, small

fresh cuts on the leg, probably made

when the cast was removed.

>> Looks like it was removed with a

hatchet. Undoubtedly, some of these

pieces are covered with fingerprints.

>> Say, I've got an idea. I think I'll

check the passenger list of the boat

that Annabelle and Dr. Preston were on.

>> That's good, Inspector. You might get a

lead.

>> Inspector Burke.

Oh, thanks, Jackson. Now, keep an eye

peeled. One of the Bell Boys saw Dr.

Preston leave the hotel. He was carrying

his little bag.

>> Well, there's nothing we can do as far

as he's concerned but wait till he

returns.

>> Get me police headquarters, please.

>> Walt, this is the crudest looking cast

I've ever seen.

Oh, hello, honey.

>> Close the door.

>> Everything all right?

>> Everything's all wrong, Henry. Where

have you been? I tried to contact you

all day.

>> Okay. Okay. What's wrong, Elsa?

>> Annabelle's dead.

>> What? How'd it happen?

>> Oh, I'm frightened, Henry.

>> Now, tell me what happened. I can't help

unless I know what the score is.

>> Preston gave her a big shot to put her

to sleep.

>> Yeah. Yeah. He had to do that to get the

stuff out of the cast.

>> Well, whatever he had in that hypodermic

was too strong. It killed her.

>> Fool. I told you it was dangerous with

Preston posing as a doctor. He didn't

know what he was doing.

>> Never mind that. Did he get the cast

off?

>> Yes. Here's the important piece.

>> Jameson, the reporter, came to see

Annabelle again. Preston had to knock

him out.

>> Did he see either of you?

>> No. So far, everything worked out fairly

well. Preston left. He said he'd contact

us later. The police question me. I

guess I'm pretty safe for the time

being.

Look at that, Elsa. $150,000

worth of diamonds.

>> It's a good way to get them by customs

at that.

>> Good way. It's perfect. Fortunately,

Annabelle was a celebrity and they

didn't bother to examine her cast. And

Annabelle never knew what was going on.

>> When I met you in Preston and San

Maritz, how did you know I'd go along in

the smuggling business? When I first

laid eyes on you, honey, I knew you had

class. Not the type who'd be satisfied

with a small salary the rest of your

life.

>> You stick to Henry Henderson, honey, and

you'll be wearing mink all the time.

>> I love that.

But

>> what about Bert Simmons, the man who put

up the money for you and Preston to pick

up the hot stuff?

We'll uh get in touch with him when

we're ready. Preston said he'd call,

huh?

>> Yes.

>> He say he'd call you or me.

>> Me?

>> Well, when he calls, you tell him

there's nothing we can do for a while.

Maybe months.

>> Just what do you mean by that?

>> You're not very good at arithmetic, are

you, Elsa? I can buy you a lot more mink

if we split the money from those stones

three ways. You and me and Simmons.

Yeah. Dr. Preston has a murder wrap

against you. You'll be taking a

prolonged trip.

Now, that's a smart girl.

>> And she just left. Yeah. And that's it,

Inspector.

>> Good work, Jackson. Keep in touch.

>> Elsa Hoffman went to the Standard Hotel.

She looked up a man in room 807.

>> Did Jackson get the fell's name?

>> His name is Henry Henderson. I get back

to the office, I'll see what I can dig

up on him.

>> Where's Elsa Hoffman now?

>> She went back to her own hotel. Jackson

put another man on Henderson. If he goes

any place, we'll know it.

>> Well, see you boys later.

>> If uh anything new develops on this end,

I'll let you know, Inspector.

>> You let me know?

>> No, no, I'd better not say it. Good day,

Mr. Jameson. So long, Inspector.

Know why he got so upset, Greg. The

inspector has a lot to worry about,

Walt. You shouldn't ri him so much.

>> Was only kidding him. Now that you've

got the pieces of that cast together,

except for the missing one here. Get an

answer.

>> I think so, Walt. No doctor ever made a

thing like this. It was applied badly

and removed badly.

>> The cuts on Annabelle's leg were

probably caused when the plaster was

hacked off.

>> Hacked is a good word for it, Walt. The

coroner's report said she died of an

overdose of sodium pentathol injected

into her left arm.

You know, Walt, it's very significant

that the so-called Dr. Preston hasn't

made an appearance.

>> He's a tough one to check on. All right.

Might have been graduated from any one

of a hundred medical schools.

>> If he graduated from a medical school.

>> What do you mean, Craig?

>> Walt. Not even a poor medical student

would have made such a crude cast and

removed it so unskillfully.

Also, I'm of the opinion that Annabelle

wasn't deliberately murdered. The sodium

penol was meant to put her to sleep.

Instead, the overdose killed her.

>> Yeah, but but what's behind it all?

>> That, my inquisitive young friend, we

must find out.

>> You know, Walt, I think I'll play a

hunch.

I'm going to ask the coroner to make an

X-ray of Annabelle's leg.

>> Morning, Kennedy. We're popping with

news, Craig.

>> Oh, you're not the only one with news.

The coroner just sent this over.

Annabelle's leg wasn't broken. Hunches.

Walt. Hunches.

>> Well, maybe the cast was used for a

sprain.

>> Jameson, just between pals. How stupid

does a fella have to be to become a star

reporter?

>> Well, casts are used for sprains, aren't

they, great?

>> Of course, Walt, but not in this case.

The cast was used as a blind for

smuggling, I'm certain.

>> Like jewels Kennedy.

>> Precisely, Inspector. And I'm certain

they were in the missing piece of the

cast.

>> That's the Henry Henderson Elsa went to

see. H record of smuggling and stealing

jewels. Well, things are beginning to

add up, Inspector.

>> They sure are. And here's a passenger

list of the boat that they all came over

on.

>> Uh-huh.

>> Look under the letter H.

>> Henry Henderson. Stateroom B.

>> And check who his little uh cabin

companion was.

>> Dr. Paul Preston. All we have to do now

is pick him up.

>> Yeah, but we still have no record on

Preston.

Well, I guess there's only one thing to

do, Kennedy. Pick up Henderson and see

what we can get out of him.

>> Forgive me for disagreeing with you,

Inspector.

>> Forgive you? I'm all ears. It's all

right as long as it isn't his idea.

>> Now, hold on. I help.

>> Yeah, by getting your head bashed in.

>> What were you going to say, Kennedy?

>> This puzzle is falling together fast.

I'm convinced Dr. Preston isn't a

doctor. Also, I believe he's the man

responsible for Annabelle's death. And I

don't think Henderson or Elsa Hoffman

knows where Preston is.

>> It looks like you're right. We've tailed

those two every minute. They haven't

talked to a soul except over a phone.

They went out of their hotels to do

that. We're looked on the pay stations.

No way of tracing the calls there unless

we know which phone they'll use ahead of

time.

>> I know. I know, Inspector. But if

Henderson and the girl have stolen

jewels, where will they sell them?

>> To a fence.

>> Now, Mr. Jameson, tell the policemen the

name of the fence you think will buy

their loot.

>> Oh, there must be a dozen of them,

>> right? That's the rub. We need evidence.

>> I'd recommend rounding up all possible

suspects. We stand a good chance of

getting a lead.

>> I'll try anything, Kennedy. I have to.

Paul Preston must have dug a hole and

pulled it in after him.

Well, here I go. To make matters worse,

the commissioner is breathing down my

neck.

I need money, Simmons. I've got to get

out of town.

>> You shouldn't threaten me, Preston.

After all, you're the one who bungled

the job.

>> Just what did Henderson tell you when he

called?

>> That he's not ready to do business yet,

that's all.

>> Maybe you three think I'm going to do

this dance alone.

>> Who said anything about a double cross?

>> I don't need any diagrams to tell me

that he and Elsa are planning to sell me

out.

>> Preston, you know I'd never let them do

that to you. Be sure that you don't,

Simmons, or I'll be back gunning for you

for keeps next time.

>> The police found fingerprints on this

bag of the woman who took it to

headquarters. Also fingerprints that

match those on the cast.

>> So what? Where's Dr. Preston?

>> If we knew that, Walt, this case would

be over.

>> Poor inspector. He's really been on the

go all day.

Under the desk, Walt,

>> this is an outrage, inspector, dragging

me away from my office like this.

>> Yeah, yeah, I know you never bought any

hot stuff in all your life. Mr. Kennedy,

Mr. Jameson, Bert Simmon, how you doing?

>> Please sit down, Mr. Simmons.

>> Mr. Kennedy, I want you to know that the

inspector is wrong. I never deal in

stolen jewelry.

>> Mr. Simmons, we haven't accused you of

such a thing. We merely want your help

in identifying someone we're anxious to

find.

>> Oh, I thought you were trying to pin

something on me.

>> I want you to take a look at these

pictures and tell us whether you can

identify a man by the name of Henry

Henderson.

>> Henderson?

Never heard of him.

>> Take a look at the pictures anyway. They

might refresh your memory.

>> This one is a complete stranger to me.

>> How about this one?

No,

no, never saw him before.

>> Thanks, Mr. Simmons. Uh, look at this

one.

>> Nope, I don't know him. Say, what is

this? Don't you know any of these men?

>> How about this one?

>> Nope, I don't know him.

say, uh, how much more of this crazy

game are we going to play?

>> That'll be all, Mr. Simmons. And thanks

for coming in.

>> And you drag me down here for that.

>> For that? Come on.

>> Goodbye, Mr. Ramos.

>> The name's Jameson. J A M E S O N.

Remember it. I might want a dollar a

watch someday.

>> Come on, Inspector. I'm a busy man.

>> This is your exit, Simmons. I'm not

going with you.

>> What? Why? You drove me down here.

>> I'm saving the taxpayers a few gallons

of gas. Besides, uh, you need the

exercise.

>> Very funny.

>> Simmons is our man, inspector. Does he

know Henderson?

>> Did you see the look on his face when he

saw that photograph?

>> He's doing business with our gang. All

right.

>> All we can do now is wait for

developments. Somehow, someplace,

Preston will contact Simmons.

Don't tell me what you planned. They

hauled me down to some screw balls

office and showed me a lot of pictures.

Yeah, yours among them. I've been tailed

every minute.

>> Well, no one's watching me, Simmons.

Now, get this straight. We have to meet

you and turn over the stuff or I'll do

business with somebody else.

>> Wait a minute, Henderson. You can't do

that. I'm running the show.

>> That's what you think. Now, make up your

mind. Huh? Never mind, Preston. Let him

take care of himself.

>> A double crosser isn't healthy in our

business. We better cut Preston in.

>> I tell you, Preston won't dare to show

he's hotter than a firecracker. Now, no

more argument, Simmons. What's the

answer?

>> Well, you can't come here and you can't

meet me at my office. So, how are you

going to get the diamonds to me?

>> Now, listen carefully. There's a freight

elevator in your office building that

goes to the top floor. I'll meet you on

the roof tomorrow at

>> Yeah. Yeah, it might work. 11 in the

morning.

Be sure you have the diamonds with you.

>> Don't worry about that. I bring me some

small bills so I won't attract attention

breaking them up. One more thing.

>> No, Preston hasn't called today.

And what if he finds out that we did

business without him?

>> Who's going to tell him? Me, Elsa, you?

Okay, see you in the morning and make

sure no one sees you getting on that

freight elevator.

Well, I see you got here without a dozen

cops.

>> Yes. Yes. Where's the diamonds?

>> Right here. Now, let's see the color of

your dough.

>> I brought you some 20s and tens. The

rest are quite big, but you can change

them wherever you go. $50,000.

>> How much?

>> Well, that's all they're worth now after

the killing.

>> Why you do?

>> Please, Henry, take the money. Let's

leave.

>> It's no deal, Simmons. I'm forgetting

the money I advanced you to go to

Europe.

>> Give him the diamonds.

>> Let's not argue about it. I'll take

those stones.

>> All right, move over there, Elsa. Move

over. Don't reach for that pocket,

Henderson.

Well, nice seeing all of you again,

>> Preston. I can explain.

>> So, you were making a deal.

>> Honest, Paul. They made me do it. They

said you were too hot to do business

with.

>> Sure, they'd let the police grab me for

killing Annabelle. Maybe I was stupid to

try that. Dr. Business,

>> you got us all wrong, Preston. Let's

split. Here's your share.

>> Now give me the money, Simmons.

>> Drop that gun, Preston.

Please don't shoot anymore.

All right, Miss Hoffman, tell Henderson

to put his hands up and come walking

out.

>> Do what he says, Henry.

>> Better surrender, Preston.

The thing that gets me is poor

Annabelle. She had no idea of what was

going on.

>> Come on, we've got work to do.

>> Coming, Kennedy.

>> I'll be with you in a moment, Inspector.

And so ends the case of the Strange

Destiny.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work. In one way or another,

we're all inshed by crime.

We're either on the side of law and

order or against it.

We're all in the battle between good and

evil.

>> Just keep your hands where they are, Mr.

Kennedy.

>> I assure you, madam, you're making a

mistake.

>> I'm waiting for your friend, Walter

Jameson, and nothing you say will stop

me.

>> But I don't.

Someone's at the front door.

>> That must be Mr. Jameson. Let him in.

Open it.

>> Hey Craig, I've been buzzing. Is the

gimmick out?

>> Are you Walter Jameson?

>> Yes, I'm Jameson. At least for a little

while yet.

>> That's all I wanted to know. Mr.

Jameson,

close the door, Mr. to Jameson.

>> What goes on, Craig?

>> Close the door, Walt.

>> Thank you. Now, stand still, please. The

lady wants to shoot you.

>> What?

>> Mr. Jameson, you are an enemy of the one

beautiful thing we miserable mortals

have left here on Earth.

>> Me? Oh, but I love the flowers and the

birds and the little kitties. Who is

this crackpot?

>> Mrs. Anna Collins. She wants to put an

end to your newspaper career. But but

but you phoned me to come right over,

Craig. What am I, a clay pigeon?

>> Well, she uh

>> forced you to call me at guns point,

huh?

>> Yes, you can see she's desperate.

>> Since when do old ladies get the drop on

you? I just want to find out what it's

all about, Walt.

>> Yeah, I'd like to know why she wants to

kill me, too.

>> That's enough talk, Mr. Jameson. I

demand a retraction in the Evening Star

of all the horrible things you've said

about my friends.

>> Your friends? I don't understand.

>> You will. You wrote in your newspaper

about the spiritual mediums.

>> Give me the gun, Mrs. Collins. The gun,

Mrs. Collins.

>> I couldn't do it anyway, Mr. Kennedy.

>> I know. Now you come over here and sit

down and tell us all about it.

>> Yes, Mr. Kennedy.

You broke the hearts of two people

who've helped me. Professor Zachary and

Princess Henrietta. Professor Princess.

Why, those two phonies ought to be. Just

a moment, Walt. I'm beginning to

understand now. I presume you're

referring to the series of newspaper

articles Mr. Jameson wrote about the uh

medium rackets.

>> I am. And they aren't, as he wrote,

running a racket.

I believe in the professor and the

princess. That's why I was going to give

them the money to build a temple in

beloved memory of my dear departed.

Now you've ruined everything.

>> Now just a minute. Perhaps you were

overcritical in your expose, Walt. Uh, I

think we should hear Mrs. Collins side

of the cases.

>> Yes, Mr. Kennedy.

>> How did you know my name?

>> Oh, I've seen your picture in the

society pages. Last week, you

entertained with a huge lawn party at

10967 Bixby Drive. You're a widow, and

your husband's name was William Collins,

president of Consolidated Manufacturing

Company. Dear William, he left me

comfortably fixed. Before my husband

died, bless his soul. We agreed that

whoever went first would try to come

back to the one living.

>> Go on, Mrs. Collins.

>> But William has never personally

contacted me.

>> You mean he reached you through some

other person?

>> Yes, through Martin, his nephew, who

lived with us. He was such a comfort. We

had no children of our own.

>> You say Martin was a comfort? Yes. The

dear boy was drowned last year, a week

or so after I disowned him because

because of his escapades.

>> You said your husband contacted you

through Martin.

>> Yes. Shortly after Martin's death, I was

invited to a meeting.

>> A spiritualist meeting?

>> Yes. And the seance was conducted by

Professor Zachary and his assistant,

Princess Henrietta.

>> Do you know them very well?

>> Oh, yes, Mr. Kennedy. Martin knew them,

too. But he never paid much attention to

the meetings while he was alive.

>> What do you mean while he was alive?

>> Well, it was after Martin joined the

spirits in the other world that he

really became interested in the

professor's wonderful work.

>> Uh, tell me about it, Mrs. Collins.

>> Yeah, this I got to hear.

>> Well, a short while after Martin passed

away, Professor Zachary and Princess

Henrietta called on me. They had

wonderful news. Martin had gotten

through to them and the professor wanted

to tell me all about it.

>> My dear, dear sister Collins, I bring

you great news. Marvelous news from

beyond.

>> Tell me quickly, Professor Zachary.

>> Last night, while I was in my trance, a

new voice came through to me.

>> A new voice?

>> Do not be too anxious, dear Sister

Collins.

>> I can't help it, Princess Henrietta. I

understand your eagerness, Sister

Collins. Last night, I talked with your

nephew, Martin.

>> Martin?

>> Martin came through to you, dear

Professor?

>> Yes, I had quite a talk with him.

>> But Martin never believed.

>> He does now.

>> Since Martin has joined the other

spirits, he knows he was mistaken to

scorn our great work. telling you

everything he said.

>> We must go on to greater things, Sister

Colin.

>> But how?

>> Martin has talked to your beloved

departed husband. Rest his generous

soul. They have agreed that you should

build a temple in their honor to further

our work.

>> I had no idea Martin would ever be

interested in the great spiritual

manifestations.

Tell me what he said.

>> Is it something bad, Professor? I

hesitate, dear Sister Collins, to

mention this, but I must deliver the

messages as I get them. Martin, your

nephew, was very displeased.

He said if you hadn't disowned him, he

wouldn't have drowned.

>> He believes I'm to blame.

>> It is hard to face, dear Sister Collins.

>> I sent him to his death.

>> But he said you can make amends, Sister

Collins, by donating the money to build

the temple.

What

>> you mean you do not believe me, Sister

Collins?

>> Oh, no. No.

>> Perhaps you doubt the truth of my

message. I'll prove it to you. When

Martin graduated 10 years ago from high

school, you gave him a wristwatch. Is

that correct?

>> Yes. He lost it.

>> You and Martin were the only ones who

knew that he lost the watch.

>> Yes.

>> Martin has told me where to find the

watch. behind the right hand drawer of

his old dresser in the basement.

>> I looked in the back of that dresser

drawer, Mr. Kennedy, and there was the

watch.

Several days later, the dear professor

and Princess Henrietta came to see me

again, and we had another seance. And

what do you think happened?

>> Why, I can hardly wait. Tell me.

>> It was wonderful. Martin spoke to me. He

said he'd speak to me again. He had seen

my husband.

>> Marvelous. Well, I didn't know such

things could be done.

>> If you had, you wouldn't have written

those horrid articles for your

newspaper.

>> I'm very sorry.

>> It's too late to offer apologies, Mr.

Jameson. I have instructed Hemingway to

cancel the delivery of the Evening Star

to my home.

>> There goes a drop in circulation.

>> Unfortunate, Walter.

How far have you gone with the plans to

build that temple? Everything's in

readiness. The professor is making the

sketches himself. I have the $200,000

available for the temple.

>> And when are you planning to turn this

money over to the professor?

>> When Martin appears to me. The professor

says it will be soon.

>> Kennedy talking.

Mrs. Collins. Uh, just a moment, please.

Your butler wishes to speak to you.

>> How on earth does he know I'm here?

Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Collins, but

Professor Zachary called. He wants to

see you.

>> Fine. Fine. Let's see. 747 Flower,

apartment 408. I must visit the

professor at once.

>> I um I wouldn't tell him about this

little visit. Uh no use disturbing him.

>> Yes, you're right.

>> I'd like to uh attend one of your

meetings, Mrs. Collins. All right. I'll

arrange a seance with the professor

tomorrow night at my home. Say at 8.

>> I'll be there.

>> Hello.

>> Yeah. Yeah. I phoned her. I'm working as

fast as I can. Those newspaper articles

didn't do us any good.

Do you want to land us in jail? Look,

I've got to have some cash. Professor,

when will you see her?

>> Take it easy. You ruin everything.

>> What?

Martin wants to talk to you.

>> Hello, sweetheart.

>> Hello, honey. You miss me? That's good.

Look, I just told the professor to work

a little faster.

>> We're doing the best we can.

>> I'll see you later, sweetheart.

Better see who it is.

>> Sister Collins.

>> Princess Henrietta, I'm so glad to see

you.

>> Thank you, Sister Collins. And dear,

dear Professor Zachary,

>> I had to get in touch with you.

>> I'm delighted.

>> Please be seated.

>> Thank you.

>> Things on the other side are in a

turmoil. Martin is angry and

disappointed.

>> Oh, professor, we must contact him at

once. I assure you, there won't be any

more of those silly newspaper stories.

>> How do you know that? I took care of

that smart reporter and I met a

gentleman who's interested in our work.

>> Yes. Yes, of course, Sister Collins. The

gentleman, who is he?

>> His name's Kennedy.

>> You know, we must be careful when we

divulge the secrets of our great work of

love.

>> Tell you what, both of you pack up and

come over to my home, be my guests.

>> That would be lovely. And we can have a

seance tomorrow night.

I hope Martin isn't too angry with me

and he will appear.

>> He will.

>> Splendid.

And Mr. Kennedy will be there to see it,

too.

>> Check.

>> Huh? Nothing on the girl you call

Princess Henrietta. However, there's

plenty on Professor Zachary.

>> Professor Adam Zachary, age 35, juggler,

card tricks, vville performer. Three

arrests for operating seance parlor and

one for swindling.

>> Anything more?

>> Yes. Yes. He's available for comedy

dinner speeches for a reasonable fee.

>> Martin Collins, aged 28, when drowned in

wreck, body unreovered, arrested twice

for disorderly conduct. His aunt, Mrs.

William Collins, paid fine. Seems this

young man got around, engaged twice to

show girls. One engagement ended in a

free-for-all fight in a nightclub.

>> Mrs. Collins pay for that, too.

>> Yeah, to the tune of $3,43263.

That was the bill for renovating the

nightclub. And oh, this gun is

registered to her late husband.

>> That crackpot Mrs. Collins tried to

shoot me and Craig was going to let her

do it. Walt, the firing pin is missing,

and it wasn't loaded anyway.

>> What? That's right. I'm afraid Mrs.

Collins doesn't know a gun should be

loaded to kill reporters.

>> Well, what do you make of it, Kennedy?

>> Several aspects of this case interest me

very much. The professor and the

princess have made Mrs. Collins feel

responsible for her nephew's death by

playing on her guilt complex.

>> That sure is an old trick.

>> What else, Kennedy?

>> This watch that Mrs. Collins so

mysteriously found.

>> What about it?

>> The dear lady forgot it. According to

the serial number, it couldn't have been

given to Martin 10 years ago. It was

only made last year.

>> We still don't have enough evidence to

bring him in.

>> Yes, I know. I got it. The guy's body

was never found. The phony watch. The

nephew could still be alive.

>> Bright boy. We're way ahead of you. Keep

quiet, will you?

>> You know, inspector, I might get the

evidence we need at that seance tonight.

>> Have a good time, Craig. Don't get

scared and they turn off the lights. I

won't, Walt. Unless I really meet Martin

spirit face to face.

>> I suppose you've been with the family a

long time, Hemingway.

>> Oh, yes, sir. I was serving here years

before the master died.

>> Then you knew Martin?

>> Yes, sir. Too bad he drowned.

>> Forgive me, sir, if I cannot share your

sympathy.

>> Oh,

>> he was a scoundrel, sir. 2 days before

his death, Mrs. Collins changed her will

and cut him off without a scent

>> because of his uh escapades.

>> Yes, sir.

>> By the way, Hemingway, did Mrs. Collins

tell you she was coming to see me today?

>> I always know where Madame is going. Can

I get you anything else, sir?

>> No thanks.

>> Madame will be down presently. She was

delayed seeing after the comforts of her

guests.

>> Guests?

>> Yes, sir. Professor Zachary and Princess

Henrietta. Frankly, Hemingway, what do

you think of Professor Zachary's

spiritualism?

>> I'd rather not say.

>> He's a what?

>> A criminologist. His full name is Craig

Kennedy. Watch your step. Professor,

>> stop worrying. Nothing will get in my

way. That 200,000 is as good as in our

hands right now.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Sister

Collins.

>> I have the grandest news. Mr. Kennedy

has been telling me about his

experiences with the spirit world.

>> Indeed. How interesting.

>> Of course, I haven't been as fortunate

as you, Professor Zachary.

>> Why Mr. Kennedy once in Philadelphia?

>> Uh, I'm sure the gentleman would not be

interested.

>> Oh, but I am keenly interested. I can

feel vibrations all about us, professor.

>> Yes, my dear. There are vibrations about

us, but not very good ones.

>> You mean you cannot make the contact.

>> Oh, this is dreadful. I'm so unhappy.

Try. Please try, Professor.

>> My pilot spirit will not work when we

have disturbing thoughts with us.

>> Oh dear. I must talk with Martin. I

think I'd better be leaving, Mrs.

Collins. I seem to be the disturbing

vibration.

>> Oh, no, Mr. Kennedy. Why, you're one of

us.

>> The gentleman is right. He is disturbing

the vibrations. I'm sure he wouldn't

want to hinder your happiness.

>> Certainly not, Professor.

>> Well, I'll have Hemingway get your hat.

I hate to see you leave, Mr. Kennedy.

>> I have some work to do anyway.

>> Mr. Kennedy's leaving.

>> Good night, Princess. Good night,

Professor. Good night, sir. The next

time we meet, I hope atmospheric

conditions will be better.

>> Thanks for your hospitality, Mrs.

Collins. It

>> was wonderful having you, Mr. Kennedy.

You tell that Mr. Jameson no more

newspaper stories.

>> I'll see that he gets your uh message.

>> Good night, Hemingway.

What's the matter?

>> You're not really leaving, sir.

>> Of course.

>> Well, I thought, begging your pardon,

sir. being a criminologist that at least

you'd stay here to protect Mrs. Collins.

>> You're here, aren't you? And nothing can

happen tonight, except perhaps a

harmless meeting with the spirits.

>> Yes, you're quite right, sir. And the

banks don't open till tomorrow morning.

Mrs. Collins can't give them any money

before then.

>> You know, Hemingway, if you ever decide

to leave this type of work, I'll

introduce you to a good friend of mine.

You'd make a fine detective.

>> Oh, thank you, sir. And uh good night.

>> Do you have my telephone number? Uh,

yes, sir.

>> Oh, by the way, uh, would you give this

watch to Mrs. Collins? Uh,

>> yes, sir.

>> Call me tomorrow morning at 10:00.

>> Good night, sir. Good night.

>> Martin says

he will appear to you tomorrow

if we carry out his wishes

and if we do not tell us so.

>> Yes. Yes. We'll do exactly as he wishes.

All is well in the spirit world now.

I'm exhausted. I must get some rest.

>> Excuse me, madame.

>> Oh, Himmingway. I was just going to ring

for you. The dear professor is weak.

Prepare him a cup of tea.

>> You're begging your pardon, madame. Did

you misplace this?

>> Martin's watch.

It's precious. I lock it in the safe.

Do you still care for tea set? Huh? Oh.

Uh, no thank you, Hemingway. But I do

feel that I could use something, say, a

little stronger to steady my nerves.

I'll bring you two glasses, sir.

>> I wonder when the Faker will make a move

to get his hands on that $200,000.

>> Our good friend Hemingway will keep us

posted on that. He's supposed to call me

at 10:00. Why? It's after 10 now.

>> Maybe you ought to call him.

>> Good idea, Inspector. No, I rather like

that. Butler

>> Craig says that Hemingway would make a

good detective.

>> That's funny. He told me he'd make a

good newspaper reporter.

>> Well, no answer at the Collins home.

Let's get over there.

The happiest moment of your life draws

near, Sister Collins.

>> Yes, I'm ready. You are about to see and

hear your dearly departed nephew. But do

not be sad. Be happy for he brings you

good cheer.

>> Close your eyes, dear Sister Collins,

and concentrate.

>> I'm so glad the vibrations are better

here than at my home.

>> Ah, yes. The spirits from the other side

are ready. But Sister Collins, are you

ready? Did you bring the money for the

temple? Land's sakes. No, professor.

It's home.

>> What you mean? You didn't bring the

money?

>> Is something wrong?

>> Wrong?

Dear Sister Collins,

I cannot disappoint the spirits again.

>> How could you do this to our wonderful,

wonderful little spirits?

>> I cannot go on with the seance.

>> But good gracious, professor, you didn't

tell me to bring the money with me. We

could go to the house and get it.

>> Yes. Yes, we could.

>> Please do. I suppose we would not be

disturbed there.

>> Peace and tranquility should reign in

the Collins household by now.

>> What about the Ogay?

>> The Ogay will have to get there the best

way he can.

>> Who's O Gay?

>> Just an affectionate term for our little

spirits, Sister Collins. We shall go to

your home.

>> Good.

>> Excuse us for just a moment while we

change.

>> Yes, certainly.

Any

luck?

>> No sign of Mrs. Collins or the butler. I

drew a blank, too.

>> Any signs of struggle?

>> No, not even a rug out of place.

>> 747 Flower Street, apartment 408.

Another blank. This place is empty, too.

Don't be too sure. Let's look around.

>> I wonder what happened to Hemingway. I

can't find him anywhere, but I have the

money. Dear Professor,

>> fine. Fine. Sister Collins. Now,

>> you'll be all right. Hemingway. I was

trying to help Mrs. Collins. She didn't

even know I was here.

>> You know where they took her?

>> Back to the house to get the 200,000.

>> Oh, you go right ahead. I'll be all

right.

>> Are you sure?

>> Yes. Please hurry.

>> Keep your eyes closed and concentrate.

Dear Sister Collins,

>> if you are there and ready to make

contact, speak to us, Martin.

>> I am here and I am ready.

>> Martin, it's you.

>> How are you, Aunt Anna?

>> Fine.

We're ready to build the temple. I have

the $200,000, too.

>> Give it to the professor. But I was

promised I could see you.

>> Our spirit from the other world will

keep his promise if you keep yours.

Sister Collins,

>> I will.

>> Keep your eyes closed and concentrate.

Sister Collins.

Open your eyes and behold.

>> Martin.

>> I am glad you're here. Aunt Anna, your

husband sends greetings from our world.

Uncle William wants me to tell you he's

glad that we're using his money to build

the temple.

>> That makes me happy, too.

>> Anna, I want you to give the money to

the dear professor.

>> Yes, Martin.

As your spirit commands, so I will do.

You have kept your promise, professor.

Here's your money.

>> How are those hands? Show's over. And

there's our amateur ghost inspector.

Makeup and all.

>> Please come, Walt.

Okay, professor.

You too, princess.

>> Nothing to worry about, Mrs. Collins.

And you've saved yourself $200,000.

>> But Martin, my nephew, I just can't

believe it.

>> Yes, I'm afraid he's very much alive.

Yes, Martin knew that Mrs. Collins

believed in spiritualism.

After he was reported dead, he contacted

the professor and the princess, and the

three of them tried to swindle the old

lady by playing on her guilt complex.

>> This will be the Pulit surprise

newspaper story of the year.

>> Yeah, have a pickle.

And so ends the case of the amateur

ghost.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work

in one way or another. We're all inshed

by crime. We're either on the side of

law and order or against it. We're all

in the battle between good and evil.

He knows we're here, Mr. Kendall.

>> Well, why doesn't he let us in?

>> Glad we caught you when you're not busy,

Craig.

>> Oh, yes, Walt. You always time your

entrances so perfectly.

>> Yeah. You know, Mr. William Kendall.

>> Oh, yes, of course. Of course. How's the

city council behaving, Mr. Kendall?

>> Quite well, Mr. Kennedy, but I can't say

that everything is well with me.

>> Sorry to hear that. I'll be with you,

gentlemen, in just a moment.

>> Hurry up and finish boiling that water,

Craig. I have something urgent to show

you.

>> That boiling water, as you call it, is a

new test I perfected for bringing out

blood stains in clothing that's been

cleaned. Yeah, Inspector Burke will

really appreciate that bit of hocus

pocus.

>> We've come to you about a matter that is

most imperative, Mr. Kennedy.

>> All is uh that the imperative matter?

>> Yep.

Know any of them?

>> Yes. Yes. All three men, Mr. Kendall, is

in the center.

>> H a clean politician couldn't be seen

with two better thugs, Mike Grady and

Jack Brown.

>> If that picture is published, the voters

will never reelect me as councilman for

the eighth district.

We need your help, Craig.

>> That picture's a fake, Mr. Kennedy. I've

never seen those two men face to face.

>> I'm sure of that, Mr. Kendall.

>> My paper, The Evening Star, is behind

Mr. Kendall for a number of very good

reasons.

>> Yes, I'm familiar with the

circumstances. Certain interests are

running a man by the name of Pierce

against you.

>> Yes, and if Pierce is elected, we're

certain that crooked gambling will open

again in the eighth district.

>> What do you know about this man, Pierce?

Well, very little except we've been told

that Grady contributed very heavily to

his campaign.

>> That's right, Mr. Kennedy. Pierce never

tried for public office before, and

Grady is the biggest gambler in town.

>> How did this picture come into your

possession, Walt?

>> My city editor received it in the mail

this morning.

>> Then he got a telephone call

>> and the voice on the other end of the

wire told your editor that this picture

gets citywide circulation unless Mr.

Kendall withdraws from the political

race

>> in 48 hours. All of which adds up to

your paper being defeated in its attempt

to keep Mr. Kendall on the city council.

>> Right. And my editor's blood pressure is

hitting high sea.

>> If big- time gambling starts to operate

in your district, Mr. Kendall, it means

trouble with hoodlams, gangsters,

killers.

>> Look, Craig, obviously that's a trick

picture, superimposed, and all that sort

of thing.

>> All we have to do is to prove that to

the public. You know how that sort of

thing is done, Craig. Tear it apart. My

editor will print your sworn statement.

Not good enough, Walt. There's an old

saying that a good picture is worth a

thousand words for its purpose.

Gentlemen, this is a good picture. I'm

afraid you're right, Mr. Kennedy.

>> Well, that puts us right back where we

started from.

>> Have you talked to Burke about this?

>> I phoned him. He'll do anything to help.

Grady and Brown are well-known thugs,

but the police have nothing definite on

them. See if you can reach Burke.

>> We're not lick jets, Mr. Kendall.

>> Hello. Police headquarters.

Well, uh, put me through to Inspector

Burke, will you, sweetheart?

>> Oh, sorry. You had such a nice voice. I

thought, uh, must have a nice

disposition.

>> All right, Jameson, stop trying to date

Susie, will you?

>> Um, hello, Inspector. Uh, just a moment.

Craig wants to talk to you. Boy, is he

burning.

>> Hello, Inspector. Uh, about this Kendall

case.

>> Yeah, Kennedy, I know about the picture.

What's that?

>> I'd like to talk to Mike Grady and Jack

Brown.

>> That won't do any good, Craig. They'll

admit enough.

>> Yeah, that was Jameson.

>> Yeah, I heard what he said and I agree

with them. But if you want to talk to

him, I don't need any charges to pick up

Mr. Grady and Mr. Brown for questioning.

They've been down here so many times

before, they think it's just another

free ride. See you later. Right.

>> Gas inspector,

>> send out an all points broadcast. Pick

up Mike Grady and Jack Brown. Tell them

this time I'll serve tea and crumpets.

>> Hello, Kennedy.

>> Inspector Mike Grady, Jack Brown.

>> I sit down, boys.

>> I appreciate you're coming down here to

talk with me, gentlemen.

>> Make nothing of it.

>> No trouble at all.

>> Always glad to take a ride with the

inspector. Besides, I like tea and

crumpets.

>> You one of them psycho guys ask a lot of

questions. Shut up, Brown. You ain't

going to get anything out of me. Anybody

going to see one of you fellas ought to

have his head examined.

>> Mr. Grady, Mr. Brown, I believe in

coming right to the point. This picture

has been brought to my attention. It's a

fraud.

>> Hey, that's a nice picture.

>> An interesting photograph, too.

>> You said you'd get to the point, Mr.

Kennedy.

>> Take a good look at that picture,

gentlemen. We all know the man in the

center.

>> Sure. William Kendall, good friend of

mine.

>> Mr. Kendall is running for reelection as

councilman in the eighth district.

>> Oh, you've been reading the newspapers,

Mr. Kennedy. But what's that got to do

with us?

>> I was coming to that. Someone phoned the

editor of the Evening Star and warned

him that Mr. Kendall must withdraw from

the campaign.

>> And what's that got to do with us?

>> It's a known, although not a proven

fact, that practically all the large

gambling combines are controlled by you,

Mr. Grady. Naturally, you'll be much

better off with a friendly councilman in

your district.

>> You got us all wrong, Mr. Kennedy. We

don't even know how to play canaster.

>> You should learn.

>> What's the matter? If I break anything,

I'll pay for it.

>> If you'd broken this bottle,

we all would have paid with our lives.

>> Yeah. Any more conversation to waste our

time?

>> Sure. What's a fuss about? We don't mind

having a mug steak with Mr. Kendall.

>> As I said before, gentlemen, this

photograph is a fraud. Mr. Kendall's

never been in your company.

>> What are you talking about? That's his

house we're standing in front of. That's

his car, and that's him with us.

Autographs don't lie.

>> Ordinarily, no. But this one does. I

know. I know. You're going to tell me to

prove it. So, I'm sure you gentlemen

won't object to answering a few

questions.

>> Go ahead.

>> How long have you been uh well, shall we

say, intimately acquainted with Mr.

Kendall?

>> Oh, about 3 years.

>> Was this photograph made recently?

>> I'd say 7 months ago.

>> Let's see. Now, this is October. That

would be last March, wouldn't it?

>> Yeah, that's right.

>> Mhm. Were you uh lunching together? A

dinner perhaps?

>> We had lunch at Kendall's home. We were

just leaving when that picture was

snapped. Uh I told our host we'd call a

cab, but he insisted on taking us back

into town in his own car.

>> I see. Uh what time did you leave?

>> I remember looking at my watch just

before we got into the car. Was 2:00.

>> So you and Mr. Brown had lunch with Mr.

Kendall sometime last March, and it was

2:00 in the afternoon when you left. Am

I correct?

>> You are.

>> One more question.

>> Sure.

>> Who operated the camera when this

photograph was taken? friend of mine.

He's out of town now. Don't know when

he'll be back. Maybe never. And don't

try to build up a case that Kendall was

out of town during the month of March.

That picture's plenty of proof.

>> Thanks, Mr. Grady, for reminding me.

>> Can we go now?

>> How about it, Kennedy?

>> That's all we can do now. Thanks again

for coming in.

>> Glad to.

>> Sure. Call on us anytime. Go ahead and

shake on it.

Holy.

>> Come on, muscles. Get going.

>> Oh, Inspector, the next time I'll have

cream instead of lemon with my tea.

>> Yeah, yeah, I know.

>> I'll keep in touch. Goodbye, Inspector.

>> All those men can lie.

>> Well, Craig, how does it look? Do we

stand a chance? We might have something

to work on.

>> Well, what is it?

>> This fellow is clever enough to have

made that superimposure.

>> Then let's get over there and have a

talk with a guy.

>> No, Walt. I think I'll handle this

alone.

>> But Mr. Kennedy,

>> go back to your office and write your

victory speech, Mr. Kendall.

>> Really?

>> I have hopes.

>> Anything I can do?

>> Yes. Keep your editor's blood pressure

down.

>> Dennis Phillips, 11:09 Fel Street. Trick

photography and superimposures.

>> Anybody in?

>> Yes. Who is it?

>> Oh,

I'd like to see Mr. Phillips.

>> Oh, he's in the dark room. He'll be out

in a minute. Can I help you?

>> Well, I'd like to see Mr. Phillips

personally, if I may. Wait for him if

you want to, but I can tell you he's not

interviewing any more male models. We

finished the shaving ads yesterday.

>> I'm not looking for employment myself. I

want him to do some work for me.

>> Oh, do some work for you.

>> Oh, won't you sit down? I hope it'll

require a girl model. I'm Jane Winters.

>> May I?

>> Thank you, Mr. Phillips, staff model.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Miss

Winters, but the work I have in mind

won't require a model.

>> Oh, what is it then?

>> I want a superimposed picture mate.

>> Oh, Mr. Phillips doesn't do that kind of

work anymore.

>> I understood he was very good at it.

>> Did someone recommend Mr. Phillips?

>> Do you know uh Mr. Grady?

>> Mike Grady?

>> Oh, you do know him.

>> Say, who are you anyway? My name is

Kennedy.

>> Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

>> Okay, honey. The tennis stuff is sharp.

Now, if you'll get into that riding

outfit, we'll change it. Oh, uh, Miss

Winters, I didn't know that there was

someone waiting.

>> This is Mr. Kennedy. Mr. Phillips.

>> Uh, glad to know you, sir.

>> Thanks.

>> Uh, that'll be all, Miss Winters. If

you'll make that change now, we'll shoot

the stuff for the Main Street department

store.

>> He wants a superimposed picture made.

Well, I haven't done that kind of work

for some time.

>> He says he knows Mike Grady.

>> Uh, make that change now, will you?

>> So, my greedy sent you over, huh? I have

these pictures of my relatives taken

some years ago. I'd like you to group

them for me.

>> Get out.

>> What?

>> I don't know what kind of phony you're

trying to pull, but Mike Grady never

sent you over here.

>> I never said he did. I don't like people

who snoop around my place.

>> I wouldn't try it again, Mr. Phillips.

Miss Winters.

Miss Wyinners.

Dennis. Dennis.

He's gone. And I'll bet straight to the

police.

>> The police?

>> Oh, Dennis. Honey, I told you not to do

that work for Grady.

>> You told me. Sure you told me. But they

have my gambling I use for all that

dough, don't they?

>> Let's leave town now.

>> Yeah.

>> Hello, this is Phillips. Is Grady in?

No, Granny ain't here.

Kennedy.

Sure. It's a phony. Yeah, I'll tell Mike

about it right away.

>> Kennedy speaking.

>> Is this Mr. Craig Kennedy? I'm Jane

Winters, the model at the Philip studio.

After you left, I remembered who you are

and the kind of work you do, Mr.

Kennedy.

>> Yes, Miss Winters. What can I do for

you?

>> I know why you came to see Mr. Phillips.

We're engaged to be married, Mr.

Kennedy. Honest, he couldn't help

himself. He didn't want any part of this

shakedown. I must talk to you.

>> Fine, that might be a good idea.

>> I'll meet you in 30 minutes at the

corner of 23rd May. Thanks.

No, please don't.

>> Too bad. Judging from these pictures,

Jane Winters was a nicel looking kid.

>> Yes. I hope you don't have any trouble

picking up Phillips.

>> We'll get him.

>> The dark room and the lab have been

cleaned out. She hasn't been dead more

than 2 hours according to your

calculations.

>> She called me a little after 3. I waited

at the corner of 23rd and May about 15

minutes. When she didn't show up, I came

here.

As I see it, inspector, someone

overheard her talking to me. She was

murdered to keep her from meeting me.

>> She give you anything at all to go on

when she phoned

>> enough to know that Phillips made that

superimposed picture for Gravy.

>> Now all we have to do is prove that. And

who killed her? Bright boy.

>> Wonder how Ballistics is making out with

that slug.

>> Uh, no you don't, Mr. Jameson. If you

want to for your newspaper, you'll have

to wait for the wheels of the law to

start running.

>> He's throwing his authority around. I'll

speak to the chief and have him back

pounding the sidewalks. Inspector, could

you have uh Grady, Brown, and Phillips

at my laboratory tomorrow afternoon at

5:00?

>> The first two, I can promise delivery.

The last one, my luck holds out.

>> And if you're really lucky, you'll find

the gun that fired that shot.

See you later.

Hello.

Heat.

Heat.

Yes, these are very interesting

pictures.

>> You fellas ought to get together. He's a

picture nut, too. Look, Inspector,

what's this all about? We're going to

show you some rare photographs.

>> Yeah, they serve tea any minute.

>> Inspector, I didn't think you'd ever

bring Phillips in. My luck held out.

>> Gentlemen, we started out on this

investigation to prove that a certain

photograph was a fraud. Now we have a

murder on our hands.

This bullet killed Jane Winters.

Before we leave this room, we'll prove

who fired it

from this gun.

But more of that later. We'll take

things in order.

Let's begin with this excellent piece of

trick photography. Mr. Phillips, I

believe you made that superimposed

picture.

You can't prove it.

>> I'll give you 10 to one. You're on.

Here's a hundred bucks.

>> Save it, Brown.

>> Now, in this picture, I'm sure you will

admit that these men never appeared at

Mr. Kendall's home. Yet, there they are.

>> Well, what do you know?

>> You see, gentlemen, what can be done

with trick photography? Not as good as

Mr. Phillips, perhaps, but then I'm an

amateur.

>> Stop being smart. You haven't proved a

thing. Don't get impatient. When you

were here yesterday, Mr. Grady, you said

you had visited Mr. Kendall's home last

March.

>> Yeah, that's right.

>> You also said that it was 2:00 in the

afternoon when you left.

>> I don't remember what I said.

>> Perhaps I can refresh your memory, Mr.

Grady.

Listen, Mr. Grady.

So, I'm sure you gentlemen won't object

to answering a few questions. How long

have you been uh well, shall we say,

intimately acquainted with Mr. Kendall?

>> Oh, about 3 years.

>> Was this photograph made recently?

>> I'd say 7 months ago.

>> Let's see. Now, this is October. That

would be last March, wouldn't it?

>> Yeah, that's right.

>> Mhm. Were you uh lunching together? A

dinner perhaps?

>> We had lunch at Kendall's home. We were

just leaving when that picture was

snapped. Uh, I told our host we'd call a

cab, but he insisted on taking us back

into town in his own car.

>> I see. Uh, what time did you leave?

>> I remember looking at my watch. It was

2:00.

>> Mhm. So, you and Mr. Brown had lunch

with Mr. Kendall sometime last March,

and it was 2:00 in the afternoon when

you left. Am I correct?

>> You are.

>> Just one more question now. Who operated

the camera when this photograph was

taken?

>> Friend of mine.

>> You were very positive about the time,

Mr. Grady. So what? So maybe it wasn't

2:00.

>> Now, here are two pictures I made in

front of Mr. Kendall's home. His car is

parked in the same position as in your

picture, Mr. Grady. Notice the street

light pole in front of the house. The

shadow from the pole falls across the

hood close to the windshield. This

picture was made at 10:30 in the

morning.

The shadow from the pole in this one

falls across the hood at the front end

of the car. This photo was made at 2:00.

What are you driving at, Kennedy?

>> Now, here's your photo. The one you

claim was made at 2:00. You lied about

the time, Mr. Grady. The shadow in your

picture marks the time definitely at

10:30 in the morning. The same as the

one I took at 10:30.

>> The gadgets this guy's got.

>> What about it, Grady?

>> So, what? So, it was taken at 10:30.

>> If you were mistaken about one thing,

you could be mistaken about another. For

instance, look closely at the trees in

all of these pictures. Their leaves have

started to fall.

>> So

>> So, Mr. Grady, leaves fall in autumn,

not in March, the month in which you

claim your picture was made. Somehow, a

photograph of Mr. Kendall made in this

month of October, fell into your hands.

The rest was easy for a clever

photographer.

>> You haven't got a thing on me. We have

more to this seance, Phillips. You prove

nothing. Sit tight. Go on, Kennedy.

Let's get to the murder of Jane Winters.

>> Certainly, inspector. She was shot to

keep her from talking to me. And your

ballistics experts establish beyond

doubt that this gun fired the bullet.

You might say I have a personal interest

in this gun. Whoever used it to kill

Jane Winters also used it to put me out

of commission.

These are facts, gentlemen, not

guesswork.

Mr. Phillips,

this gun was deliberately dropped near

me, and we traced its ownership to you.

>> You dirty double crossing rat. You

planted the gun.

>> Keep your trap shut, Phillips.

>> It's too late for that. I'll take the

rat for the picture, but I won't be

framed for Jane's murder. Go on, Grady.

Tell them you killed her.

>> I'm getting out of here. One of you lays

a hand on me, I'll blow you all a bit.

Give away, Burke.

>> Give me that bottle, Grady. You've

already got one murder to answer for.

>> Have you come any closer, Kennedy?

There'll be more murders.

>> You're all through, Grady.

>> You've practically convicted yourself.

This bottle contained a harmless

solution.

I thought one of you might remember it

from yesterday and try to use it to

escape. Inspector, you can book Grady

for the murder of Jane Winters. Also,

the unsuccessful attempt to put me in a

hospital. You ain't got nothing on me.

>> Brown and Phillips can be booked for the

attempted fraud on Mr. Kendall.

>> I'll phone Kendall and tell him he's

practically elected.

>> By this time, his blood pressure is

probably as high as your editor.

>> Yeah, probably. But I'll make them both

happy with this story.

>> And so ends the case of the big

shakeddown.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work in one way or another.

We're all immeshed by crime.

We're either on the side of law and

order or against it.

We're all in the battle between good and

evil.

>> Well, I guess we've got enough

equipment, Inspector.

>> Imagine Kennedy. Three days and nights

of perfect quiet, away from people,

trouble, and crime.

>> Yes. Excellent fishing on a

millionaire's private beach.

You know, at times it's handy to know a

man like Fleming, Lewis.

>> Yeah, Fleming's a real guy. never let

his money go to his head.

>> The only thing that's really gone to his

head is that pretty young actress he

married after the first Mrs. Lewis died.

>> Yep. Prettiest thing ever wrapped in

mink. Even the minks admit it.

>> Oh no.

>> Well, there he goes again. If he were

signed to interviewing girls, he'd be

the best reporter in the business.

>> You're right, Inspector. Hey, Fleming's

late.

>> Possibly adding up his millions. I'll

give him a buzz.

>> Any of you big- time gamblers want to

bet a nickel on the first fish? Make it

a dime and I'll take it.

>> You're on.

Hello, Fleming. This Walt, what's

holding you up? Counting your money

again?

>> Yes, Dorothy misplaced a million. She

went shopping yesterday for a new hat. I

guess that's where she lost it.

You have a careless wife.

Okay, so you don't care how much she

loses.

>> Hurry down, Fleming. I got a dying bet

with Jameson on the first fish.

>> I'll take a nickel of it.

Good. I'll pick up my fishing gear and

be there in a jiffy.

Hello,

Mr. Kennedy.

This is Mrs. Fleming Lewis.

I've got terrible news.

>> What?

Don't touch a thing. We'll be right

over.

>> What is it, Craig?

>> That was Mrs. Lewis. She says Fleming is

dead.

Police baffled by mysterious

circumstances surrounding crime.

Just wait until that pencil pusher

Jameson shows up. He thinks all we have

to do is look at a body, point a finger

at some person, and say, "I arrest you

for the murder of Fleming Lewis.

I'm busy. No calls."

>> But Inspector Jameson is here.

>> Oh, show Mr. Jameson right in now.

Inspector, take it easy.

>> Hi, Greg. Inspector, anything new on

Fleming?

>> You know all the answers. We're baffled.

>> Ah, the city desk changed my copy. I

never wrote that. You're baffled.

>> You didn't, huh?

>> No. One of the rewrite boys coined the

graphic phrase.

>> Graphic?

>> Well, we don't know who killed Fleming

or how it was done, do we?

>> I don't like

>> I'm sure Walt wouldn't intentionally

write down your department inspector,

and so are you.

>> Yes, I guess I am at that. I'm just

steamed up over this mess. 31 pieces of

glass embedded in Fleming's body.

>> And not one of them went deep enough to

cause death.

>> And no trace of the poison on the glass

either.

>> But the coroner's report says that

traces of an ex poison were found in his

blood.

>> Sure. And it also says that Fleming

didn't swallow the poison. So the glass

must have something to do with how the

poison got in the body.

>> But how?

>> Some form of explosive force must have

driven it into the flesh.

>> See, bright boy, now tell us how it was

done.

>> How should I know? I I don't solve the

cases.

>> Yeah, I know. You write them.

>> If it was an explosion, there must be

other pieces of glass in that room.

>> You're right. Scattered all over the

place.

>> Mrs. Lewis is expecting us for

questioning, isn't she?

>> Yeah. And the whole family will be

there.

>> Everyone, I suspect.

I hope they haven't cleaned that room

too thoroughly.

>> Me, too. But after my boys got through

with their pictures and dusting for

fingerprints yesterday, I heard Mrs.

Lewis give orders to clean up the place.

If I remember correctly, the butler

suggested it.

>> You're right. I'll have to really

question him.

>> Mind if I take this along?

>> Not at all. And when the cases close,

you can feed it to him. Baffled. I'll

show you.

>> And I'll be the first one to print it.

>> You hope. I'll give the story to the

other papers first. But tag along with a

scribbler.

>> Sure. Sure. You bet. I thought you

barred me.

>> You're just on parole. I mean probation.

Come on, let's get rolling. Uh,

inspector, how about using one of your

portable vacuum cleaners?

>> Sure. Stick around. I'll get the right

one myself. Then we'll let the baffle

wonder lug it for us.

>> Oh, please, please, inspector. I'll

confess. I'll even say I put the baffle

in the yarn.

>> You're still in the doghouse, Rover.

>> Well, now that Fleming's dead, Wallace

Lewis will be president of the Lewis

Chemical Company.

>> Yes, he's the largest stockholder now.

Strange arrangement they have. Closed

corporation owned by the family, isn't

it?

>> Yes. And it's agreed that when one dies,

his or her shares are to be divided

equally among the others.

>> Well, you and Burke won't have to go out

of the family to solve this one.

>> They are. Hang on to it with both hands.

>> Hey, this ought to clean up the case.

>> Oh, no.

>> Mrs. Lewis, we dislike questioning you

at a time like this.

>> That's all right, Mr. Kennedy. Hi, you

inspector Walter.

>> Yeah, I'll take that, sir. My orders are

to hang on to it.

>> That will be all, Thomas.

>> Just a moment, Thomas.

>> We'll have to question everyone, Mrs.

Lewis.

>> Very well.

>> I failed to see what a butler could tell

you. We have no skeletons in our closet.

>> You know Wallace Lewis, my husband's

half brother.

>> How do you do?

>> Hello,

>> Harvey Lewis, my dear husband's nephew.

So, we have the police department, a

criminologist, and a representative of

the press with us. The first two will

ask a lot of silly questions, and the

third one will print everything we say

in the newspapers. It's a fine thing to

happen to this family.

>> Harvey, please. This is Norman Lewis,

the other nephew.

>> Glad to know you, Mr. Kennedy. Inspector

Burke, Mr. Jameson, uh, please be

seated. Thank you. Sorry to meet you

under these circumstances. Fleming spoke

of you so often. Norman and my husband

were such great friends. Now,

>> stop pretending. We're all under a cloud

of suspicion. My brother was murdered.

>> That's right. We all benefit by his

death. We might as well be frank about

it, my dear kinfolk. The police have an

uncanny way of finding out about your

business, private or otherwise.

>> Unfortunately, our work does seem to be

on the prying side, but a man's life has

been taken, and the guilty person must

be apprehended. Shall we begin by

establishing alibis?

>> That's one phase of the investigation

we'll have to cover.

>> Well, you can start with me. I was in my

office at the chemical plant all day. I

can prove it. Never even went out to

lunch. Darth notified me about 15

minutes after it happened.

>> And I was at the office. I drove over

with Uncle Wallace. The same goes for

cousin Norman. However, Norman knew

about it before we did. Darthy phoned

him first. Yes, I did. His name just

popped into my mind first, that's all.

And

>> don't let a matter like that upset you.

>> Well, alibi is all accounted for. Except

Darthothy and Thomas.

>> Your attitude is uncalled for, Uncle

Wallace.

>> Please, please. This is no way to act.

As I told you, Mr. Kennedy, I came in

here to see Fleming was gone.

You know the rest.

>> Yes, Mrs. Lewis.

Thomas,

>> can you add anything to what you said

yesterday?

>> No, sir. I was in the hallway. I heard

Madame scream and I came in here at

once.

>> Thank you.

>> Are you sure you didn't hear anything

that sounded like an explosion?

>> Yes, I'm sure.

>> Explosion?

>> Yes.

>> What does he mean, Mr. Kennedy? Your

uncle's body was peppered with tiny bits

of glass propelled with sufficient force

to tear through the clothing and

penetrate the flesh.

>> Then the glass killed him.

>> No, not the glass. An unidentified

poison.

>> And the glass business was just a bit of

hocus pocus to hide the fact that the

poison was swallowed.

>> We considered that the poison wasn't

swallowed.

>> Well, it's up to you and the police to

solve this.

>> I presume I may return to my office.

>> Just a moment, Mr. Lewis. You're the

senior member of the firm now, aren't

you? I am. One half of Fleming's share

is to go to Darthy. The other half is to

be divided between the three of us.

>> Which makes you the largest stockholder,

Uncle Wallace, and the next candidate

for murder. Unless, of course, the

killer is satisfied with the present

setup.

>> Are you implying that I murdered my

brother to get control of the firm?

>> I'm not implying anything. But I do know

you resented his superior position.

>> Why you?

>> Just a moment, Mr. Lewis.

That'll be all for now. Uh, we have some

work to do in this room.

>> Well, that covers all of the area where

we might find glass particles.

>> One thing is certain, this room's never

been so clean.

>> Yeah. From criminologist to house

cleaner in one easy lesson.

>> We'll check this at the lab for the

glass particles, Walt. As far as I can

determine, Fleming, after using the

phone,

walked to this cabinet,

opened the doors to get his fishing

equipment.

That's when he must have been killed.

>> Must have been a booby trap in the

cabinet.

>> Yeah, some form of torpedo bomb, a glass

ball.

>> But the only evidence we have so far are

the glass particles from the coroner and

what may be in this thing.

>> Yeah, you know, this room's too spotless

for a routine house cleaning.

>> I agree, Inspector.

Oh, yes, Thomas.

>> I was just about to see you, sir.

>> Yes.

>> I was going to ask if it would be all

right to go out for groceries.

>> I don't see why not. By the way, uh, did

you empty the vacuum cleaner yesterday

after using it in this room?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Where?

>> In the trash can out by the incinerator,

sir.

>> Oh, well, I'd like to The trash was

picked up this morning, sir.

>> I see.

>> Yes, sir. Anything else, sir?

>> No, you may go, Thomas. And uh thank you

for helping us.

>> Anything to catch the murderer of Mr.

Lewis. He was a fine man.

>> You sure let him get away with that one?

>> Deliberately, inspector.

>> Oh, I get it. Giving him enough rope to

hang himself.

>> It's been done before, Walt. Right now,

I'm more interested in the contents of

that bag. Shall we go?

>> You've got to get a hold of yourself,

Dorothy.

>> I'll do my best, Norman, but I'm scared.

Wallace and Harvey act so strangely

toward me.

>> They've resented you ever since your

marriage. I'll talk to

>> What is it, Thomas?

>> Pardon, Mrs. Lewis. I was just going to

tidy up.

>> Go right ahead.

>> I've got some things to do, Norman.

>> I'll see you later.

Oh, allow me, sir.

Mr. Norman, I hate to mention such

matters now,

but uh how much this time?

>> Oh, say 500.

>> 500? I've already given you 3,000.

>> A poultry sum, sir, compared to the

stakes you're playing for.

>> I haven't been able to get my hands on

any large amount of money yet. You'll

have to wait. Don't be too firm, Mr.

Norman. You must take care of me now.

>> Why the sudden pressure? This is your

second demand since my uncle's murder.

>> Yes, I know. But we wouldn't want to go

to the police with my information, would

we?

>> Why you?

>> While Mr. Fleming was alive, our secret

was important enough. But now that a

murder has been committed, my

information is priceless.

This will have to last you until the

estate is settled.

Yes, sir. $500.

>> Thank you, Mr. Norman. What we know is

still a deep secret. Oh, would you care

for more coffee, sir?

>> Go on. Beat it.

>> Yes, sir.

>> What is it, Craig?

>> The pieces of glass we picked up with

the cleaner show traces of poison.

>> The X-T type. The coroner's report

mentioned

>> yes,

>> but the glass taken from Fleming's body

didn't show poison.

>> I know, but Scotland Yard had a case

several years ago where the killer used

a glass bomb filled with poison.

>> Go on.

>> The poison was absorbed in the victim's

body.

>> Then poor Fleming was killed the same

way.

>> Yes, Walt certainly points to a chemist,

doesn't it?

>> Yes, but I still think the butler did

it.

>> Could be.

>> He had every opportunity to get his

hands on the firm's chemicals. Walt, if

the murderer tries for another victim in

the family, we might have the solution.

>> Say, if you mean what I think, Fleming's

murder was the first step to get full

control of the Lewis chemical works.

>> Yes, W. And if Wallace isn't the killer,

he's the next victim.

This is the kind of coincidence I don't

like.

>> Yes, Walt.

I wonder what's happened.

That's a most unusual request, Mr.

Lewis.

>> Is it unusual for a man to want to save

his life?

>> Certainly not. But you'll have to go to

Inspector Burke for such protection. I

demand to be placed in protective

custody until you apprehend the

murderer.

>> Have you any actual reason for fearing

you'll be the next victim?

>> I've received no official notification,

Walter. But common sense should tell you

that I'm the next in line. Anyone who

could concoct such a diabolical way to

kill would stop at nothing.

>> Mr. Lewis, the research department at

the plant is directly under your

supervision, isn't it?

>> Yes. And if you're implying that I'm the

logical one to have fashioned this this

whatever it was that killed my brother.

Norman and Harvey work in that

department too. Each is capable of being

the killer.

>> But if Inspector Burke agrees to lock

you up, what'll happen to the business?

>> Hang the business, Walder. I've got

enough money. I want to live to enjoy

it.

>> Walt, will you see if you can get

Inspector Burke?

>> Yeah, sure.

Morning, Harvey.

>> Good morning, cousin Norman.

Not going to the plant today.

>> You know, I'd worry about yourself.

Don't ask me questions. What's the

matter with you?

>> So, you've been giving Thomas large sums

of money.

How'd you find out?

What's he holding over your head? Did he

tell you about it?

Well, answer me.

Does Darthothy know about these payoffs?

Keep Darthy out of this.

Have you two set a date yet? You know,

it can't be too soon after Uncle

Fleming's death.

People might talk. And then what would

the police for?

Now, don't you get excited. You see, I

know what's going on. That doesn't mean

I had anything to do with Uncle

Fleming's death. You could have done it.

You're in love with Dorothy, too, but

can't get to first base.

>> Hello, Kennedy. Had brunch yet?

>> The usual four cups of coffee. Sit down.

What's the matter with him? Sulking.

>> A person never knows when to speak to

you anymore.

>> All right, you're forgiven for the

baffling story. How do you do, Inspector

Burke? How do you do?

>> This is interesting.

>> Uncle Wallace write you a fan letter,

Inspector.

>> Mrs. Dorothy Lewis was stopped by a

motorcycle officer at 2:00 this morning.

She was driving 63 m an hour in a 45

mile zone. When the officer stopped her,

a man jumped out of the car and escaped

in the dark.

>> Traffic sent that over to me. Thought

I'd be interested. It says further that

Mrs. Lewis refused to give the name of

her auto companion. Any box of good

cigars know who the fella was?

>> I'd like to have another talk with her.

>> As you say, Kennedy, did you give Uncle

Wallace a nice clean cell?

>> Yep. Saw him this morning. He slept like

a baby. One thing for sure, he wasn't

the one writing with Mrs. Lewis.

>> Did you show Wallace this traffic

report?

>> Yeah. He said he always suspected she

wasn't in love with Fleming. He has no

idea who the order companion could be,

but he's willing to bet he'll turn out

to be the killer.

>> You'll be wasting time trying to get

anything out of Mrs. Louis,

>> I don't mind the trip to her home. I

want to talk to the butler anyway.

>> The butler?

>> Inspector, you're not the only one with

tidbits of information. All right. All

right. I give up. What is it?

>> I thought there might be a possibility

of an old employee with a grudge. So, I

went out to the Lewis plant to look over

the books and ask some questions.

>> And out of 2,000 names, one stood out

like a red lantern. A Mr. Woodward.

>> Was he fired?

>> No, he quit. He was a top chemist in the

research department and his first name

is Thomas.

>> That ring a bell, inspector jump and

catfish ring a bell. I hear chimes the

butler.

>> Yes. The chemicals impaired his health

and he couldn't carry on with his work.

Fleming took him into his home as a

butler.

>> Sort of degrading for a top chemist.

>> What are we waiting for?

>> I hope we haven't disturbed you, Mrs.

Lewis.

>> No, of course not.

I wonder though what happened to Thomas

the Butler.

I can't find him any place he's

disappeared.

>> Did he say he was going out?

>> No, he didn't say anything to me.

>> Mrs. Lewis, did you know that Thomas

worked at the chemical plant 10 years

ago?

>> No.

Why do you ask?

>> The office records show that he was a

top chemist before his health failed.

>> Oh, I see.

Then Thomas could have killed my

husband. Yes, he could have.

Mrs. Lewis, you were stopped by a

motorcycle officer early this morning.

>> What of it? My personal affairs don't

concern the police.

>> When murder's been committed, even your

personal affairs are open to

questioning. Who was with you?

>> All I can tell you is that he had

nothing to do with Fleming's death.

>> We'll find out in time. Mrs. Lewis,

>> it seems you're all turning against me,

even the family. No, no, not at all. We

want to help you, but you won't let us.

>> I just can't tell you, Mr. Kennedy.

>> Now, get the name right. Thomas

Woodward, a butler. Air, cover

everything, even the more. And let me

know the minute you learn something.

>> I wonder where an old coot like the

butler would hide out.

>> If I could look into your limpid brown

eyes to find out, I wouldn't send out

that old points broadcast. Maybe you

should lock up the whole family for

protection.

>> That wouldn't solve our case, Walt.

>> Well, much as I hate to admit it,

>> I'm baffled.

>> We could set up a bait, gentlemen.

>> How?

>> By using the power of the press.

>> Craig Kennedy, famous criminologist,

divulged to this reporter that he'll

break the Fleming Lewis mystery by

tomorrow morning. This prediction is

based on clues which will be cleared in

his laboratory sometime tonight.

There's your bait, Craig. But dangerous.

What'll make the killer bite?

>> Fear. Walt. One of our greatest allies

in apprehending criminals.

>> Now look, Craig, don't go overboard on

the hero stuff.

>> I'll try not to.

>> I'm as nervous as a kitten in a bird

store. I don't know which way to jump,

either.

>> You know, I'm worried, too. We're not

dealing with an ordinary criminal.

It'll be much easier for you if you stop

struggling. Mrs. Lewis, what did you do

with the cleaning woman?

>> You'll find her tied up in the basement.

>> Take your hands off her.

>> Norman, what are you doing here?

>> Evidently, he had the same idea you had.

That's right, Mr. Kennedy. Now, get over

here, Dorothy. I'll take care of them.

>> Norman, stop it.

>> Nice going, Inspector.

>> I'm glad your plan worked, Kennedy.

>> And I'm glad you're a good shot,

Inspector.

>> Yeah, that's it. The man in the car with

Mrs. Lewis was Norman. He made the glass

bombs. Yeah, they thought they had a

sweet setup to wipe out the rest of the

family and take over the Lewis Chemical

Company. The butler? Yeah, he's in jail

for blackmail. Yeah, he tried to make

Mrs. Lewis and Norman pay off because

they were in love. Did I cover

everything, Craig?

>> I think so. What do you think,

Inspector?

>> Well, at least he can't print that we're

still baffled.

>> And so ends the case of Fleming Lewis.

Heat.

Heat.

Yeah.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work. In one way or another,

we're all enshed by crime.

We're either on the side of law and

order or against it.

We're all in the battle between good and

evil.

Keep Keep your mouth shut if you know

what's good for you.

Oh,

>> you're lucky, Kennedy. It was only a

glancing blow. You glancing inspector.

>> I wonder if that girl could have been

involved in some case we worked on.

>> Sure you never saw her before?

>> I'm positive. But she certainly had a

wallup like a mule. If she was the one

who knocked me out,

>> you know, if Jameson walked into

something like that, I could understand

it. But you, Kennedy,

>> you know, Inspector,

>> I'll get it.

Speaking of the little devil, here he

is.

>> Open, Sesame.

>> Come in, Alabama, and leave the other 39

thieves outside.

>> Open up. I'm dying for a cup of coffee.

>> Good morning, Craig. How's the police

department, Inspector? What happened to

you? Been out all night?

>> No. No. I say, do I look as bad as that?

>> Kennedy's got a real headline for you,

Jameson. A real exclusive. Oh, an

exclusive. Crank. Well, let's have it.

>> We'll talk about that later. Here's your

coffee.

>> Ah, thanks. It'll sure hit the spot.

Well, gentlemen, if I can't have Craig's

story, I've got a Lula for you. Gaze

upon the 14 karat prize dope of the

year. Me? Well, as chairman of the

awards committee, it gives me great

pleasure to give you the loving cup. You

have been unanimously chosen prize dope

of all time.

>> Who? What are you talking about, Walt?

>> Yeah.

Read this headline.

>> Blanch Evans worth a million dollars.

Read the caption. Former waitress found

to be missing woodwin errors. So what?

Look at this picture.

And I ignored her. Boy, am I sap. How

well do you know this girl, Walt?

>> From his remarks, not too well, Kennedy.

>> Yeah, I should have known her better.

She worked in that uh dinery over by the

office. I wondered why I hadn't seen her

the last few weeks. You must have seen

her often before.

>> Almost every day. Ate there all the

time. Shouldn't have been so stingy with

my tips. Yeah, you and your nickel tips.

>> Did you cover this story, Walt?

>> No, I was off when it broke. Her real

name is Alice Woodwine. Disappeared some

years ago. Couple of people walked into

the restaurant and recognized her. She

didn't know who she was herself. And now

she'll get a million dollar art

collection, which would have gone to a

museum if she hadn't been found. She's

beautiful, too, right? I can't get over

what a chump old man Jameson's boy made

of himself. Why, she practically asked

me to take her to a dance once. She had

two tickets to the waitress's union

ball. Showed them to me, and I never

took the hint. From hash to caviar, one

quick lesson. I bet she wouldn't ask you

to a dance now, Mr. Jameson. Oh, think

so. I'll call on her. Story says she's

moved right into the old Woodwine

mansion.

>> Put that visit off for a while. Walt

inspector, this is the girl who came

here last night.

>> This this waitress error, Alice

Woodwine.

>> Yes.

>> Hey, what goes on?

>> Walt, you're not the only one who wants

to visit this young lady.

>> Please, Craig. What is this all about?

>> Quiet, Jameson. Listen, Kennedy, we're

both going to see that girl. Remember,

you almost got killed once. I'd

appreciate it, Inspector, if you'd let

me handle this alone.

>> One of you has to tell me what's going

on here.

>> Later, Jameson.

>> Give me time to slip into some clothes.

We'll talk it over on the way to my car.

>> Smoke.

>> Oh, yeah. Thanks.

>> Thanks. Hey, wait a minute. That's one

of my three for a dollar cigars. What?

Only the best for old man Jameson's boy.

Why did you go to Craig Kennedy's

office?

>> Please, Mrs. Riches, don't hit me

anymore.

>> Then talk.

>> All right, Daniel. All right. I became

frightened. I didn't want to go through

with the impersonation of Alex Wood.

>> But you change your mind now, haven't

you?

>> Yes. Yes. I'll do anything you say.

>> I believe her.

>> All right. But we're going to get that

art collection. Understand?

>> Yes. Yes. We're going in the garden,

Alice. Stay around where we can see you.

Yes. What do you want?

>> I want to talk to you, Miss Woodwine.

>> How did you know me? You never saw me

before, did you?

>> Yes, last night.

>> But you couldn't have. Who was with you

when you came to see me?

>> Please, please, Mr. Kennedy, please

leave.

>> Do you know what happened when I went to

the door to let you in last night?

>> Yes. Yes. I mean, well, I had nothing.

Oh, please, please, Mr. Kennedy, I can't

talk.

>> Who is it, Alice? My dear, I've

cautioned you about talking to people

now that you're rich and famous.

I'm Camela Richards. I've been working

here for many years.

>> How do you do, Mrs. Richards? My name is

Kennedy. I

>> He came to see about buying some of the

paintings. But my dear, you know the

paintings are not for sale.

>> But I thought

>> You're bewildered, my dear. The legal

arrangements are not finished yet. Mr.

Kennedy will understand.

>> Yes, I do understand, Mrs. Richards.

>> But you will come back again some other

time.

>> Of course, Alice.

>> Well, I made a long trip out here, and

it is a disappointment. But

>> did you call us, Mrs. Richards?

>> Oh, Daniel Floyd. No, I didn't. But now

you're here, you can help me. I'd like

to have you move some furniture in the

library.

>> Yes, ma'am. This gentleman is just

leaving.

>> I'm sorry I disturbed you, Miss

Woodwine.

>> Some other time perhaps, Mrs. Richards.

>> Some other time, Mr. Kennedy. Good day.

>> Thank you, Daniel.

Or uh is this Floyd?

>> Good day, sir.

>> I didn't tell him to come here. Honest.

>> Then how did he know where to find you?

He never saw any of us last night. She

must have gotten to a phone somehow.

>> You better tell us the truth.

>> I don't like the way this thing's

working out.

>> Don't worry. I'll take care of it.

>> Did you phone Craig Kennedy?

>> No. No.

>> We took you out of a hash house and gave

you an opportunity to make some real

money. You ought to be glad you're a

double for the missing girl. He'll be

turning the paintings over to you in a

few days. We'll split. Then you can do

as you like.

>> She knows what's good for her. She'd

rather be a live ais than a dead hasher.

I'll be out in the garden if you want

me. I hate flowers, grass. Don't ever

want to see anyone. This is over.

>> What would happen if the real Alice

Woodwine was ever found?

>> She won't come back. They spent a

fortune trying to locate her. Now,

you've got a lot to learn, so listen

closely. First, you must remember the

school you attended when I was brought

in as your governness. What was its

name?

>> Mrs. Sutter's Oak Manor for young

ladies.

>> Good. And which subject did I have the

most trouble pounding into your head?

>> Ancient history.

>> Well, that reminds me. You know Mr.

Kelly, the banker, who's administering

the estate?

>> Yes. Well, he was a very close friend of

your parents before they passed away.

He's an authority on ancient history and

used to help you with your lessons.

You'll remember that the next time he

calls.

>> I will.

>> He's a very shrewd man. You had a

nickname for him, too. What was it?

>> My full name is James B. Kelly. When

Alice was a little girl, she used to

call me Uncle Jimmy Valentine. She said

I had stolen all the money I had in the

bank.

>> Could you tell us more about the girl's

family?

>> Uh, glad to, Mr. Kennedy. I feel a great

responsibility in this matter. Alice's

parents were good friends of mine as

well as clients of the bank.

>> Well, actually, Mr. Kelly, the police

department has no interest in this case

except for the matter of Kennedy getting

that bump on his head.

>> And I can't understand that.

Are you sure it was Alice you were going

to admit?

>> I'm positive.

>> Not only that, but Greg talked to her

for a few minutes at her home.

>> Yes, Mr. Kelly. The circumstances

surrounding the sudden appearance of

this girl are very strange.

>> She is Alice Woodwine. I'm convinced.

When I first saw Alice, I could hardly

believe my eyes. But there were so many

things she couldn't remember. I took her

to a psychiatrist. According to his

examination, she's been the victim of

amnesia for years. Of course, she and

the servants don't know about this.

Do you have any doubts she's the real

Aerys?

>> I'm in no position to answer that

question right now, Mr. Kelly. I know

she came to my front door, and I'm quite

sure someone hit me over the head to

keep me from talking to her. Daniel just

happened to see her working as a

waitress in that restaurant. He brought

Mrs. Richards to the place and they both

positively identified her as Alice

Woodwine.

>> How long has she been missing?

>> Almost 8 years. Come to think of it, Mr.

Kennedy, it does seem odd that she in

the city all those years and not be

recognized before.

>> Oh, I wouldn't let that bother me, Mr.

Kelly. People get lost pretty easily in

a big town.

>> Sure. Jameson saw her almost every day,

and he'd never connected her with a

woodwine fortune.

>> Well, what am I to do? I can turn the

valuable art collection over to her or I

can keep it in storage a little longer.

>> I'd suggest you do nothing for a few

days.

>> I agree with the inspector. Even if she

is Alice Woodwine, I'm convinced the

servants have some sort of hold on her.

>> We must get to the bottom of this by all

means. I'll follow any recommendation

you make, Mr. Kennedy.

>> Thank you. Carry on with your legal

business as if nothing had happened.

We'll keep in touch with you.

>> Thank you, sir.

Please. No adverse publicity until we're

sure.

>> It's a deal as long as I get the

exclusive.

>> Yes. Yes, of course. This fellow Daniel

Sprig, how long has he worked out at the

Woodwines?

>> Like Mrs. Richards, he practically

watched Alice grow up.

>> And Floyd.

>> Daniel's stepson. He's been helping his

father for the past year. I don't know

much about him.

>> I'll get their pedigrees.

>> Well, good day, gentlemen.

>> Goodbye, M. Kelly.

>> Kelly has a tough assignment at that.

>> If you call counting money a tough job.

Listen, it's a responsibility to be sure

you're right when you turn a million

bucks over to someone.

>> Him and his nickel tips worrying about

all that money.

>> Hello, this is Bert. Put me through to

Sergeant Taylor. Nickel tips. Hello,

Taylor. I want a thorough check put on

Daniel and Floyd Sprag. Yeah, they work

out at the old Woodwine mansion.

Caretakers and gardeners, right? I even

want to know what kind of hair tonic

they use. Hop to it.

>> Well, what's the next move? We can start

with you keeping quiet. I want to think.

>> All right, go on. Try. It'll be a change

for you.

>> I'd give almost anything to have a talk

with Alice Woodwine alone.

>> Yeah, that would be I have it. I'll talk

to her.

>> Say, maybe you could, Walt.

>> Oh, no. No, Kennedy. Don't let her mix

it up any worse.

>> Look, Craig can't get to her anymore for

information. And one look at a police

inspector's face, alert them more than

ever. And don't think for a minute I

can't do it.

>> Why, of course you can, Walt. You're a

newspaper man, aren't you? She She

waited on you. Well, it's a great human

interest story.

>> Yeah, if I get the interview and when I

can print it. But lead me to that phone.

>> Uh, please give me the number of the

Thomas Woodwine residence on Crest Road.

>> I tell you, Kennedy, he'll never get

away with it.

>> Ah, pessimist.

>> All right, Mr. Jameson for a few minutes

only in about an hour. Goodbye.

>> He shouldn't have done it.

>> I know what I'm doing, Floyd. We can't

afford to make anyone suspicious if we

can avoid it.

>> But newspaper guys poking around can be

dangerous.

>> But he said he knew Alice when she

worked in the restaurant. I had to let

him come out. We can't keep her under

wraps forever.

>> You ain't going to leave him alone, are

you?

>> No. I'm going to be a chaperone and a

good one.

Were

you listening from behind that door? No.

>> No.

>> I was walking in the garden.

>> Look at her shaking. What's the matter?

Got cold feet again?

>> Oh, let her alone.

You two frighten even me.

>> Yeah.

>> Now, compose yourself, my child. A

newspaper man is coming to see you.

>> But I can't talk to a newspaper man.

>> But Mrs. Richard says you've got him.

Oh,

>> but what I say?

>> I'll tell you. You come with me.

We better stick around close.

>> Yeah, we won't be very far away when

that newspaper fell gets here.

>> Uh, my name is Jameson of the Evening

Star.

>> Oh, I'm Mrs. Richards. Come in, Mr.

Jameson.

>> I really appreciate this opportunity to

interview Miss Woodwire.

>> Well, I suppose she's entitled to a

certain amount of publicity. Alice is in

the library. I believe you said on the

phone you knew Alice when she worked in

that horrible cafe.

>> Yes, she waited on me many times.

>> Oh,

>> you two have met before under different

circumstances.

>> Yes, in the restaurant.

>> You made an excellent waitress.

>> Sit down, Mr. Jameson. You may interview

Alice, but not too long.

>> Thanks.

Now, let's see. Um, we'll begin with the

natural question. How

>> Mr. Jameson, please speak louder. I'd

like to hear everything Alice says by

order of Mr. Kelly, the estate

administrator. I'll be here working on

my household accounts.

>> Of course, Mrs. Richards.

>> Thank you, Mr. Jameson. Go on.

>> Let's see. Um, where were we? Oh, yes.

How does it feel to suddenly find

yourself rich?

a little confusing.

>> I suppose it feels funny to have people

waiting on you now, huh?

>> Yes, it does.

>> Are you going to see any of your old

friends again? People you knew around

the restaurant,

>> Mr. Jameson, I'll tell you. The answer

is no.

>> Now, uh, we'd like to get a picture of

your former living conditions. Uh, what

was your address?

>> 414 Menland Street.

>> Uhhuh.

Do you have any plans? A trip abroad

perhaps?

>> Yes, sir. I would like to take a trip to

Europe.

>> Mhm. Are you going to keep any of the

paintings?

>> I haven't decided yet.

>> Yes.

>> Yes. What, dear?

>> Yes. I think I will keep some of the

paintings.

>> I'm sorry, Mr. Jameson. That will be

all.

>> Alice is dreadfully tired. No, no,

really. I'm all right, Mrs. Richards.

>> Oh, come, come. You're still my little

girl now. No rebellion. The interview

has lasted long enough.

>> Oh, th those are my notes.

>> I'm curious. How do you newspaper men

get down everything a person says?

>> Well, I

when I came to I was locked up in the

garage. I climbed out the window before

they came back. Hail the cab and here I

am. Close call, Walt.

>> Yeah, Daniel and his stepson play rough.

I got a hunch we ought to forget your

idea and run them in right now.

>> Walt can sign a complaint anytime. We

have to let them stay in circulation to

get evidence against them.

>> My check on Daniel and Floyd turned up

nothing.

>> No, but the manager of the apartment

where the waitress lived said Daniel

fits the description of the man who

called for her things. That's why you

found a room cleaned out. Not even a

scrap of paper, huh?

That should be Mr. Kelly.

>> You come with me, Inspector.

>> Be right with you.

>> Hey, don't I get in on this talk?

>> You better stay horizontal for a while.

>> Gee, when you worry about me, Inspector,

I think my little old life is valuable.

>> It's only that I don't want any more

murders to solve. I'm tired.

Hello, Mr. Kelly.

>> Too bad about Mr. Jameson. Ah,

>> he'll be all right.

>> Sit down, Mr. Kelly.

>> This new development is most

distressing.

>> If Alice is in danger, we should do

something to help her.

>> We will.

>> Well, then why not arrest the Sprags and

Mrs. Richards?

>> I'm afraid that wouldn't solve our

problem. We'll have to devise a means of

entering the mansion and find out what

the servants have on the girl. Mr.

Kelly, what type of amnesia did the

psychiatrist say she has?

>> He said she had traumatic amnesia or

amnesia retrograde. Anyway, something

like that.

>> But that's very important, Mr. Kelly.

>> Why?

>> In simple terms, according to that

diagnosis, the amnesia is due to an

injury. The memory loss dates back from

the time of the itery.

>> You're only confusing me.

>> According to your psychiatrist, this

girl can't remember anything prior to

her injury, and yet she can. You said

she related events from her childhood.

>> Well, what does it mean?

>> It means she's been told what to

remember.

>> Oh, I see.

>> Tell me, Mr. Kelly, why did she run away

from her parents?

>> Oh, something silly. An argument with

her father and mother about the school

she was attending. Like most modern

17-year-old girls, she decided to make

her own way in life.

>> Well, this business of getting back into

the house again doesn't present a

problem.

>> Not at all, Inspector. Alice Woodwine

could need another psychiatrist,

couldn't she? Mr. Kelly, can you order a

new examination?

>> I certainly can and will.

Now, Alice, try not to be frightened.

Speak truthfully and frankly to Dr.

Albert. He's here to help you, my dear.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Miss Woodvine,

do you remember playing with this doll

when you were a little girl?

Here, hold it.

No, I'm sorry. I I don't remember the

doll.

>> I see.

Now, uh, look closely at this school

book.

I'm told you had difficulty with ancient

history. Any of these pages look

familiar?

>> I'm afraid not.

>> Uh, this seems to be your signature.

May I see how you sign your name now?

>> Alice was always poor at penmanship.

>> Thank you.

>> Dr. Alvart, you don't think I'm an

imposttor, do you?

>> Oh,

>> of course not, dear.

>> The doctor is trying to probe into the

past for you, Alice. Trying to bring

back your memory.

>> Now, we have a look at this picture,

Miss Woodvine.

Uh, do you remember it?

This little girl you should know?

>> I It looks like me.

>> You remembered the dress? The hair

ribbon.

>> Dr. Elbert, I don't think I can go any

further with the examination.

>> There. There, dear. Doctor, I don't

think she can stand anymore.

>> You are right, Mrs. Richards.

I telephone tomorrow for another

appointment. Excuse peace.

>> You know that Dr. Elboy could ruin our

whole setup. You should have kept him

away from her.

>> Yeah, them psycho doctors get me. Now,

how about her writing? Did you train

her?

>> No, she was very good at that.

>> You know, I'm afraid we're just going to

plain have to get rid of Dr. Alvort.

>> Well, say something, Miss Richard. What

are you thinking?

>> I'm thinking about Dr. Alvort. I have a

strange feeling I've seen him somewhere

before.

Oh, I was thinking the same thing.

>> Yes. Yes. The fingerprints in this

history book are definitely those of

Alice Woodwine.

>> This should cinch the case.

>> Oh, I've got to meet uh Mr. Kelly at the

Woodwine house in an hour.

>> Well, Burke's picking me up. I'll see

you later.

>> You understand what we're going to do?

>> Yeah, I know. And I'll try to keep the

inspector in line.

>> Miss Woodwine, I have a few points I

would like to clear up.

>> Yes, Dr. Alvart. We're all trying to

help you, Alice.

>> I want to discuss your handwriting. Uh,

Miss Woodvine. The writing you did for

me on this piece of paper has

characteristics which could be a

carryover from childhood or deliberately

learned. Also, I secured fingerprints

from Vonavalis Woodvine school books. I

compared them with the prints you put on

this snapshot when I handed it to you

yesterday. Young lady,

>> Dr. Al.

>> Yes, Mrs. Richards. I demand an

explanation of this trickery.

>> Trickery?

>> You're not a doctor. You're Craig

Kennedy.

>> Correct, Mrs. Richards. And I'm here to

help Alice Woodwine. What are you and

the sprigs trying to do to her?

>> I don't know what you're talking about.

>> I'll tell you, Mr. Kennedy. They found

me in a restaurant, and they paid me

money to pose as Alice Woodwine. And

when I came to your office, I didn't

want to go through with it. I changed my

mind. I

>> don't know what he moved.

>> All right, Mr. Kennedy. What's your next

move?

>> Drop your guns.

>> You boys aren't as tough as you look.

>> Don't be afraid, Miss Woodwine.

>> But you're still calling me Miss

Woodwine.

>> You are Alice Woodwine. And we have the

facts to prove it. Fingerprints and

handwriting analysis.

>> But I still don't understand.

>> Mrs. Richards, the Sprags, and you all

believed that you were an impostor, not

knowing that you've been a victim of

amnesia for the past 8 years.

>> Will I get well?

>> Your memory will return in no time at

all with proper care.

>> How about the spanks? Complete

confession. Also, Mrs. Richard.

>> Boy, will my readers go for this happy

ending.

>> And so ends the case of the false

claimant.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work. In one way or another,

we're all enshed by crime.

We're either on the side of law and

order or against it.

We're all in the battle between good and

evil.

Well, Mr. Jameson, that's lunch on you

for the next week.

>> Okay, Craig. But what burns me is the

box of cigars for Inspector Burke.

Besides, the wind was blowing strong on

the roof. I couldn't hit the side of a

barn.

>> Three straight sets. Six love. Six love.

>> Yeah, I know. Six love.

>> Oh, is this the missing lapodarist?

Walt?

>> Yeah. Name's Parker. Curtis Parker.

>> Lost in Mexico on an expedition for

precious stones, wasn't he?

>> Mhm. They think he's dead. Say, that

reminds me. I'm supposed to phone his

partner, Noel Young, for an interview.

>> I understand. And they brought back

quite a collection.

>> Huh. So they say

>> Parker Young Rapidaries.

>> Well, this is Jameson, reporter on the

Evening Star. I'd like to talk with Mr.

Young.

>> There's a reporter on the phone for you,

Noel.

>> Okay.

I'll never get this job finished.

Hello. Well, I'd like to do a story on

your expedition.

>> Oh, very well. In about 2 hours.

Goodbye.

>> I don't like this a bit, Trudy.

>> I don't either. It's too bad about

Curtis. But you couldn't help what

happened.

>> Another one.

>> No thanks. I have plenty of time now,

Craig. Come on. The hamburgers are on

me.

>> Oh, no. Walt. A full course lunch. Hm.

>> Curtis Parker.

But it can't be. He's supposed to be

dead.

Won't you sit down?

>> Mr. Kennedy, my partner, Nol Young,

thought I was dead when he abandoned me

in the wilds of Mexico. And excuse me,

Mr. Parker. Certainly.

>> Kennedy speaking.

>> Oh, hello, Inspector.

>> Have you won those cigars for me yet?

>> Good. I'm on my last one.

>> I'd suggest that uh you come over and

get them.

>> Uh-oh. I get it. Something's up. E,

Kennedy, I'll be right over.

>> Now, Mr. Parker, you were telling me

your partner abandoned you in Mexico.

What's it all about?

>> Attempted murder, Mr. Kennedy.

>> Then it's a matter for the police.

>> I don't want to go to the police. Not

yet.

>> Why not?

>> Because I want you as a witness when I

face Young with the truth.

>> What is the truth?

>> Several months ago, an old codger by the

name of Harper came to our shop. He had

a map showing where precious stones were

buried in Mexico. He was too old to go

there himself and needed the money, so

we gave him $500 for the map.

I know it sounds like the old routine of

suckers buying a worthless map, but it

didn't turn out that way, as you very

well know.

>> What happened on the expedition?

>> Well, by the time we found the buried

stones, we'd been through a terrific

sandstorm.

We lost all of our pack animals and

bars.

Young and I were stranded,

completely alone and and out of water

and food.

Well, Null,

looks like the sandstorm has passed.

Yeah.

Have any idea which direction we take to

get out of here?

>> No, we'll never make it anyway. I've

carried you as far as I can. We're out

of food and water. And besides, your

heart won't take it anymore.

>> Well, at least we we found these.

Rubies,

opals,

turquoise, and and jade.

My half of the treasure.

What are you thinking about, Noel?

Trudy.

You want to marry her, don't you? You

think you can win her away from me?

>> No. No. I I like Trudy, but but that's

all.

>> You're lying, Curtis. Trudy told me you

tried to make love to her.

>> That's not true. Want to know what else

I'm thinking?

I'm thinking about our agreement.

>> What about it?

>> We agreed to share the stones equally,

but if one of the partners fails to

return alive, the other gets the whole

treasure.

You're going to leave me out here to

die.

>> Why not? I've never liked you. It's a

perfect setup, Curtis. I can say you

wandered away from the party and got

lost.

And when I regained consciousness, I

found myself completely alone and my

stones gone.

>> How did you get back to the States? I

must have walked for two days and

nights. I stumbled onto a spring of

fresh water and some natives found me

and brought me out the rest of the way.

>> Mhm.

>> And now you're here to claim your share

of the stones and accuse Mr. Young of

trying to kill you.

>> Yes.

It'll be a difficult charge to prove

against him.

>> I realize that.

>> How'd you happen to come to Mr. Kennedy?

>> Rex Gordon, who witnessed the agreement

between Young and myself, told me to see

Mr. Kennedy. Is this Rex Gordon a friend

of yours?

>> Yes, an intimate friend of both of us.

>> Have you contacted Young since your

return?

>> Not yet.

>> I'd suggest that you call him.

>> Call him? Well, under the circumstances,

I hardly think it's advisable, Mr.

Kennedy.

>> But I do find out what he has to say.

>> All right.

No young speaking.

>> Trudy, it's Curtis. He's alive.

>> Where are you, Curtis?

>> Surprised to hear from me, aren't you?

No.

>> Why? Yes. Yes. What's that? Well, of

course I'm glad you're alive.

Well, what does one say to a dead man?

Let me talk to him. Hello, Curtis. You

better come right over.

>> Oh, so you and Nol want to talk.

You'll hear from me.

>> I don't understand, Curtis.

What?

Hello?

Hello?

He said that you tried to kill him and

that you took his share of the stones.

>> I'm going over to see Rex Gordon. Here's

his phone number. Thank you.

>> Well, everything's in your hands, Mr.

Kennedy. Goodbye, Mr. Jameson.

>> Bye.

>> Craig, this is front page stuff if I

ever heard it.

>> Yes, Walt.

Open up, Kennedy. And a certain peculiar

character better have a box of cigars

handy.

>> How about the cigars, Nosy? Don't be so

greedy, inspector.

>> What's up?

>> Plenty. The biggest story of the year.

Curtis Parker, the missing lapodarist,

is alive.

You know, Rex, when our little deal is

over, I'm going to have a penthouse just

like this one, too.

>> Now, tell me, how did things go?

>> Pretty good. But I still don't think it

was a smart thing to bring that fellow

Kennedy into it.

>> Sure it was. The mere fact that you went

to a criminologist to trap N. Young

makes our story 50% believable to begin

with. We don't have a thing to worry

about. I still have to put it over on

Young and Trudy Miller.

>> We won't have any trouble convincing

them that you're Curtis Parker. When we

do, we're all set.

>> Don't forget, you're his twin brother.

>> Well, Parker's story is fantastic,

Inspector. A man who had recently

returned from the Mexican wilds would be

sun and windburned almost to a crisp.

>> Yeah, and he wasn't. I seem to be

running a little behind, Mr. Kennedy.

Would you mind bringing me up to date

mentally?

>> I suggest we go over to the lapidary

shop and find out just how dead Curtis

Parker is.

>> Boy, this charge of yours is ridiculous,

Curtis.

>> Is it, N?

>> Of course it is. I know he wouldn't do a

thing like that.

>> You'd say that now that you're going to

marry him?

>> None of that.

>> We'd like to hear your side of the

story, Mr. Young.

Well, as Curtis told you, we divided the

stones equally, just as you see them in

these two trays.

Curtis and I made our way alone

for three days.

>> Thanks, Noel.

I couldn't have gotten this far without

your help.

>> Forget it. It's a good thing the fever

didn't hit me, too.

>> You could have gotten out if if it

hadn't been for me.

>> Here, take a few sips. How about you?

>> I can hold on. Go ahead. Drink.

There's a settlement about 5 milesi the

other side of those hills. We're going

to try and make it.

You might make it if if you don't haul

me.

Oh, go on. Keep it. I'll come back for

you. You think you'll be all right

alone?

>> Sure, Nol.

>> Look, try to get out yourself. Forget

me.

>> Now, you just take it easy. I'll be back

for you.

>> No.

Here,

take my share of the stones with you.

Go on, take them.

I did find the settlement and started

back to get Curtis. But in the meantime,

another sandstorm had blown up. And when

I got there with the rescuers, why, all

we could find was the canteen. We

searched the area for hours.

>> You're lying.

>> I believe Noel's story.

>> Mr. Gordon, you've known these gentlemen

for a long time. You must have a

suggestion.

>> I'd say this whole thing is unfortunate

and it would be useless for Null and

Curtis to go to court.

What do you think, Inspector?

>> Well, the DA wouldn't be happy with this

one, Kennedy. As you said yourself, it

amounts to one man's word against the

other.

>> The sensible thing to do would be a

division of the stones between the

partners. And uh

>> what about the matter of trying to kill

me? It'll have to be proven, Mr. Parker.

>> I suppose you're right. I might not be

able to make it stick, but we own this

business together, and I'm not going to

walk out and leave it.

>> I'll give you a fair price for your

interest.

$75,000.

>> It's unfair, Noel. Why, it's outrageous.

>> Just the same. That's a price.

>> All right. I'll pay it.

>> Well, so much for me. Been nice knowing

all of you people. Come on, Newsy.

>> Ryan, coming, Craig?

>> Not yet, Walt. I'll meet you at the lab

in about an hour.

>> Okay.

>> Where are you going, Noel?

>> To my lawyer. I'll have him start the

papers to buy out Curtis. Trudy will

give you your share of the stones.

>> Thanks.

>> I'm sorry about this, Trudy.

>> Thank you, Rex.

This is your half of the stones.

>> I can soon tell.

>> A beautiful collection of gems.

>> They certainly are.

Parker, young lapidaries, I want to talk

to Mr. Parker, please.

>> It's for you, Curtis. A woman.

>> Me?

Who knows I'm here? News gets around

fast. You'd better talk to her.

>> Hello.

>> Who is this?

>> Really, dear? You surprise me.

>> This is Betty.

Congratulations on your return from the

dead.

>> Oh, thanks. I uh Sure, sure. I'm glad to

hear your voice, Betty.

>> Oh, why didn't you contact me then?

>> I'm sorry. I intended to, but uh uh

look, I'm pretty busy right now. Where

can I get in touch with you?

>> Did you lose your memory? Quit stalling.

If you know what's good for you, you'll

meet me right away.

>> Don't be impatient, Betty. Uh, give me a

number where I can call you.

>> Write it down.

I'll call you. Uh, by the way, how did

you know I was here?

>> I read the Evening Star. You're a famous

lover boy. Or maybe the publicity wasn't

good for you.

>> Thanks. That's very funny. Goodbye.

Think I'll have a look at those gems

again.

Turquoise. Really beautiful.

>> Yes, it is. Next to diamonds, they're

the second hardest stones, aren't they,

Mr. Parker?

>> What? Oh, yes. And just as pretty, if

you ask me.

>> Why, Curtis? You know, turquoise isn't

the second hardest stone.

>> Why? Why, she's right, Mr. Parker.

>> Oh, sure. I I must have been thinking of

something else.

>> We can understand your mistake, Curtis,

after what you've been through.

>> Uh, here's a very fine ruby.

>> Yes, isn't it? You know, uh, at one time

I was mildly interested in this sort of

work. Like it?

>> Oh, very much.

>> Keep it. A present from me.

>> Oh, I wouldn't think of it. I'll buy it

from you, though.

>> Forget it, Mr. Kennedy. A little token

of my appreciation.

>> Well, thank you.

Thank you very much.

>> Betty

Dun Barton 50107.

It's funny. In all the years I knew

Curtis, he never mentioned her. I wonder

why.

>> Look, that little girl wasn't kidding.

She had something on Curtis. You know,

she could ruin this whole deal.

>> Well, if you're worried,

why don't you call her and make an

appointment?

>> No. Oh, I don't remember Curtis ever

having a girlfriend. Do you?

>> I know. Do you know how he was? At times

I thought he might be the proverbial

woman hater.

>> I doubt that.

>> Why?

>> After you left, he had a telephone call

from a woman. He acted so strangely when

he spoke to her.

>> In what way?

>> Well, judging from his conversation, she

seemed to know him very well. But Curtis

was only pretending to know her. He took

her phone number and promised to call

her back.

>> Well, it's probably some romantic

interest he's kept from this. Did you

hear her name?

>> Yes, he called her Betty.

>> Betty. Does that name mean something to

you?

>> Did you happen to get the number he's

supposed to call?

>> I watched him while he wrote it down.

It's Dun Barton 50107.

>> What are you going to do, Noah?

>> I don't know yet. Trudy,

>> I'll get the Anderson order out.

>> Hello. Come in, Curtis. Hell, it took

you long enough to get here.

>> Couldn't make it any sooner, Betty.

>> I'm surprised you were always so

punctual. Won't you sit down?

>> Cigarette.

>> Thank you.

Look, uh, let's get on the cases.

>> Okay.

When do I get the money?

>> In a hurry.

>> Well, I've waited long enough, haven't

I?

>> I suppose so.

>> You promised to pay me 20,000 as soon as

you got back from the expedition. Well,

you brought back lots of stones. How

about the cash?

>> 20 grand? That's a lot of money.

>> Uh-huh.

Take less.

>> Getting a little careless about

yourself, aren't you? You forgot the

pocket handkerchief. I never saw you

without one.

>> I guess I did forget it. About the

money.

>> 20,000.

This is not bargain day.

>> Anything else on your mind?

>> Yes.

You're 2,000 behind in your payments.

>> What if I refuse to pay it?

>> I'll go to the police.

What about

>> you're not Curtis Parker?

>> I'm not. Well, uh, who am I?

>> I don't know. But this I do know. You're

a phony. And unless you cut me in for

half of everything, I'll dial operator.

And you know who I'll ask for? The

police.

>> Pretty sure of yourself, huh?

>> Uh-huh. For several reasons.

Curtis was never without the

handkerchief. Mistake number one. And

you were supposed to owe me only 1,500

in back payments, not 2,000. Curtis

would know that.

Well,

do I get the money without any trouble?

>> I have to have some time.

Hello, Kennedy.

>> Hello, Inspector. I was just telling

Walt, for a man who deals in gems,

Parker knows very little about them.

>> What do you mean, Craig?

>> He said turquoise is the second hardest

stone.

>> Well, isn't it?

>> No, stupid. A ruby ears.

>> Huh? Even you know that.

>> Even me.

>> Oh, get the report on the fingerprints.

>> This envelope is just packed with news

for you, Kennedy. Don't show your bad

manners all the time.

>> And where are my cigars? You'll get him.

You'll get him.

>> Inspector, this is it. I knew we were

right.

>> Kennedy talking.

>> Just a moment. It's for you.

>> Is this it or is this it?

>> Yeah.

What's that?

We'll be right over. Keep the place

covered.

>> She was strangled.

>> Let's hustle over to Rex Gordon's

penthouse. Even money says we'll find

Parker there. How did Parker get out of

this building without your men seeing

him?

>> I'll answer your question the first TV

quiz show I'm on.

>> All the champion fools, you take the

cake.

>> Stop squawking, will you? And let's get

out of here.

>> Oh, no.

>> What' you say?

>> We're not leaving. That's a shest way of

tagging yourself for strangling her.

>> Look, Chum, I got a record. Remember? I

wouldn't stand a chance.

Why? Hello, Trudy.

>> Hello, Rex.

>> Oh, Rex, I'm so glad I caught you.

>> Why? What is it, Trudy? You're upset.

Here, have a drink.

>> No thanks. I must talk to you.

>> But of course. What do you want to tell

me?

>> It's about Noel and Curtis.

>> What about her?

>> You're their best friend. Tell me. Did

Curtis ever say anything to you about a

woman named Betty?

>> Betty?

No, I don't remember him mentioning such

a name. Why do you ask?

>> You were in the shop when this Betty

called for Curtis, and he acted so

strangely.

>> Strangely?

What are you trying to tell me?

>> I'm sure Curtis didn't know who he was

speaking to. And And yet, after thinking

it over, I'm not too certain that the

man that came to our shop is Curtis.

>> Hold it, Rex.

She knows too much. Take it easy, Tom.

Tom, I know you.

>> Shut up. There's going to be an

accident. The newspapers will say that

she fell off the roof.

>> Okay, take her.

>> Kennedy, take care of Parker.

Hold it, Gordon.

Okay. Okay. Let's get it over with.

>> Don't get impatient.

We're going to give you a nice play pen.

>> And here's a little playmate for him,

Inspector.

>> Well, I see I'm on time.

>> You're just on time, hero.

>> Ah, the automatic elevator threw me.

Walt, go out on the roof and help Miss

Miller, will you please?

>> Yeah, sure.

some hero.

>> Then the body of Curtis Parker was

found.

>> Yes. W the man who posed as Curtis

Parker is really Tom Parker, a twin

brother. He served 10 years for

swindling. And now he'll pay the penalty

for murdering Betty Alden.

>> Yeah. She was separated but not divorced

from Curtis. No. Young thought they were

divorced years ago.

>> And Curtis promised her $20,000 for a

divorce.

>> He owed her alimony payments, too,

didn't he?

>> Uh-huh. $1,500.

>> I'm not talking to you. Go on, enjoy my

misery, Inspector. And the capital,

their mutual friend, Rex Gordon,

instigated the attempted swindle. H too

bad Curtis didn't tell Gordon about

Betty. If he had, Gordon wouldn't have

tried the scheme.

>> Got it, Nosy?

>> Yes.

>> You know, this is the best free smoke

I've ever had. Have a cigar, Jameson.

>> No thanks.

>> I'm going to take up tennis.

And so ends the case of the late corpse.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work in one way or another.

We're all enshed by crime.

We're either on the side of law and

order or against it.

We're all in the battle between good and

evil

waiting for Mr. Kennedy. He's a good

friend of mine.

>> Anything I can do?

>> There is. Mind your own business.

But Mr. Kennedy is a pal of mine.

>> Mr. Kennedy?

>> Yes.

>> I'm Mrs. Emma Patterson. I'd like to

talk to you alone.

>> Uh, won't you come in, Mrs. Patterson?

>> This is Mr. Jameson of the Evening Star.

Glad to know you, Mrs. Patterson.

>> How do you do?

>> Fine, thank you. Won't you sit down?

>> I'd prefer to talk to you alone, Mr.

Kennedy. If I'd wanted my troubles in

the newspaper, I'd have gone to the

police in the first place.

>> Mr. Jameson works with me on many of my

cases. You can rest assured that not one

word will be printed unless you uh

authorize it yourself.

>> Well, as you say, Mr. Kennedy, but

remember, young man,

>> mum's the word, Mrs. Patterson.

>> Now, what can I do for you?

>> I operate the Patterson Lonely Hearts

Club.

>> Go on, Mrs. Patterson.

>> A client of mine is trying to force me

to supply a groom. How can he do that?

>> Well, I made certain arrangements with

him and then I I changed my mind. The

man, Mr. Kennedy, is Duke Dunlap.

>> Duke Dunlap.

He's one of the most dangerous hoodlams

in the city.

>> Yes, I know.

>> If you're doing business with him, you

are in trouble.

Now, tell me about your association with

Duke Dunlap.

>> Well, I've known Duke for about 3 years.

I met him through my late husband.

>> Were you aware of his underworld

connections?

>> Well, not at first, but I must admit, I

often wondered how he made a living.

>> Inspector Burke has wondered about that,

too.

>> Inspector Burke,

>> uh, a friend of ours. Please go on, Mrs.

Patterson.

>> About a month ago, Duke came to my

Lonely Hearts Club. He said he wanted me

to provide a groom for a girlfriend of

his.

>> H, that's strange.

>> Well, he said he wanted to play a joke

on a friend of his.

>> What kind of a joke?

>> He never explained. He said he wanted a

certain kind of groom. A seafaring man,

30th, 35 years old, good-looking, well

educated, and easy to get along with.

>> And you agreed to find such a man for

him?

>> Yes, I did.

>> Then what happened?

>> Well, I have one seafaring man in my

files. He agreed to go along with this

joke idea of Dukes. He's a second mate

on a steamer.

>> What's his name?

>> I'm sorry. Did you introduce a second

mate to Duke?

>> No, I got thinking it over. I wanted to

ask Duke more questions. He came to see

me earlier today and I uh

>> Get this straight, Mrs. Patterson.

Nobody walks out on a deal with Duke

Dunlap.

>> I'm not walking out, Duke. I I just

don't want to do anything irregular.

>> Irregular or not, you'd better deliver

that sailor by 5:00 today.

>> Yeah, the boss gave you $500.

>> Well, I'll give it back.

>> I don't want the dough. I want the

groom. You said you had the guy on tap,

and I want him today.

>> We don't have time to make new deals.

Look, Duke, I always ran a decent club.

Nothing shady. I can't believe you're

asking for this groom just to play a

trick on a friend of yours.

>> No.

>> No. You haven't got a very good

reputation. And

>> all right, so I don't sell violets on

the corner to make a living. What's that

got to do with it?

>> Well, I don't see.

>> Cut the stalling, Mrs. Patterson. I gave

you $500 and you handed me a receipt.

You've got another 500 coming when the

groom's delivered. And if there is

anything crooked about this little joke

of mine, you're in it as deep as I am.

You understand?

>> The man I had in mind shipped out last

night.

>> And get another one.

>> I don't know if I can.

>> What's the matter, lady? Don't you

understand plain talk? Duke said to get

another guy.

>> 30, 35 years old. Nice guy, educated,

and he's not supposed to have relatives

and friends. See,

>> I'll do the best I can. You'd better

don't forget the receipt you signed.

>> Remember, Mrs. Patterson, your husband

did time for blackmail.

>> He paid his debt and he stayed honest

until the day he died.

>> Gore. But if the public knew about his

record, it would ruin your lonely hearts

club. Anyway, you think it over. I'll be

back at 5:00 and have that sailor here

for me. Otherwise, almost anything can

happen to you.

>> Believe me, Mr. Kennedy, I've always run

a legitimate club. I've never harmed

anyone.

>> About the sailor you had for Duke. Did

he really ship out?

>> No, he's down on the waterfront. Now, I

could call him, but I won't.

>> Actually, Mrs. Patterson, you should

have gone to the police with this

matter.

>> But I couldn't. I want to save my

business if I can.

>> Well, I'd do the same thing, I guess.

>> One point in your talk with Duke stands

out. He wants a groom without relatives

and friends.

Very significant, isn't it?

>> Why, yes.

>> I'll say it is.

>> What'll I do, Mr. Kennedy? Leave

everything to me. I'll be in your office

before 5:00.

>> My address and thanks, Mr. Kennedy.

>> I hope I can help you. Goodbye, Mrs.

Patterson. I hope you can fix up a date

for me sometime. Hm.

>> You're the lonesome type, Mr. Jameson.

Drop over sometime. I've had impossible

cases like you before.

>> Drop over sometime. Can you imagine

that, Chris?

>> You asked for it, Walt. When things get

so rough, I have to go to a lonely

hearts club. I'll

>> Inspector Burke, please.

>> Oh, hello, Inspector. I listen,

Inspector Burke. I've just been taken in

by the bride and groom racket, and I

demand police protection.

>> Serves your right, Beetle Brain. Now,

stop clowning, Walt.

>> So, you're going to get married, huh?

>> Yes, and I want you to be best man.

Number one, no woman in her right mind

would marry you. Number two, if I ever

attend your wedding, I will be the best

man there. And number three, let me talk

to Kennedy.

Hello, Kennedy.

Duke Dunlap. I'll be right over.

Single? You needn't be. We arrange

successful marriages through private

introduction.

Gee, what if I'm picked? I get seasick.

You don't have a thing to worry about.

Mrs. Patterson couldn't porn you off on

a girl in a hundred years.

I should live that long.

>> Oh dear. He'll be here any minute.

>> Now, don't be nervous, Mrs. Patterson.

Just tell Duke you brought in two

candidates for the job.

>> That must be him now.

>> I'll be taking everything in from the

closet. Kennedy,

>> let's sit down, woman.

Oh, hello, Duke. I'm sorry. The door was

locked.

>> Meet Faith Clay. I want the groom for

her.

>> Howdy. How do you do?

>> Well, I see you got busy, Mrs.

Patterson. Two guys.

>> Yes, a first mate and a seaman.

>> I've got the rest of the dough. But

first, I want to look those seagulls

over.

>> Yes. Yes. As you wish, Duke.

>> Duke.

>> Yeah.

>> You know, I kind of like the first mate.

Never mind, Faith. I'll do the picking.

Let me see. Stand up.

First mate with all the trimmings.

>> Yes, sir. Sit down. I've had a lot of

experience. Four marriages. Justin

Bieber. Huh? Sit down.

>> What's your name?

>> I can tell you about this gentleman if

he's the one you've selected.

>> Oh, yes. He's the one.

>> All right. Hey, Sailor.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Beat it.

>> But I said beat it.

>> Oh, please. Please, Mrs. Patterson, try

to get me a nice girl. I don't want to

be a bachelor all my life.

>> I'll do the best I can, young man.

>> Thank you. I'm so lonesome.

>> Now, let's talk business.

What's your name?

>> This gentleman's name is Charles King.

He's a bachelor.

>> That's fine. But does he have any

relatives or friends?

>> No, sir. This little gag of mine may

take three days. Could be four. No

questions asked. Understand?

>> No, sir. I'm afraid I don't understand.

>> Gee, Duke, listen to his voice. He's a

smart guy. My grand uncle would like

him.

>> All right, I'll be quiet. I was only

thinking.

>> Well, stop it now. Listen to me,

Charlie, and listen close. I want you to

act like you're engaged to Faith, but

there'll be no wedding. Is it a deal?

Why, the pretending? That's my business.

>> It'll be okay. Charlie, what do you say?

>> Where are we going? What are we going to

do? I can't tell you a thing now,

Charlie.

>> Here's the other $500, Mrs. Patterson.

Can take care of your boy out of that.

>> Thanks.

>> Well, come on. Make up your mind. I

can't waste any more time. Well, all

right, Mr. Dunlap.

>> Good. I've got a car waiting. Where will

I be? I'd like to leave an address with

Mrs. Patterson.

>> I'll get in touch with her for you.

>> Goodbye, Mr. King. I hope everything

goes well.

>> Thanks.

>> This is going to be fun.

>> Hey, Faith, don't overdo the boyfriend

gag. And remember, Charlie, this is

strictly a business deal.

>> Yes, sir. You're paying the bills.

>> Oh my goodness. Inspector, what's going

to happen?

>> For one thing, I'll lose him if I don't

hurry. If we're going to tell him,

inspector, we better get going,

>> right? Come on, lover boy.

>> Good morning, Captain Clay.

>> Ah, good morning, mate. If you don't

mind, Charlie, call me Captain Samuel.

That's what my crew always called me.

>> Glad to, Captain Samuel.

>> How was your bunk last night?

>> A slept like a baby, sir.

>> I'm mighty happy, matey. You know why?

>> No,

>> because you're going to marry my grand

niece. I always wanted her to marry a

seaf Iron Man.

>> That's awfully nice of you, sir.

>> I sure could do with some coffee.

Barnacle,

where's my coffee? I'll call in for you,

sir.

>> He'll hear me, he better. Just because

Barnacle has been my cabin boy since he

was kneeh high to a mackerel. It's no

sign he can disregard orders now.

Barnacle,

>> stop yelling. I'm right behind you.

What do you mean by sneaking up behind

me?

>> Here's your coffee, but the doctor said

only two cups a day.

>> We got company.

>> Well, people answer the door.

>> Is it safe to come in?

>> Yeah, they're all in the parlor.

>> You know, my uncle thinks I'm so crazy

about Charlie, it's even okay for you to

come around. Everything all set with

Ray? He's on his way over here now.

>> Oh, gee. I hope my uncle doesn't get

wise to anything.

>> He won't. He's going to make out his

will. Leaving almost everything to you,

baby.

>> What's that?

>> Something for the captain's coffee.

>> Poison.

>> The best. It can't be traced.

>> What about the first mate?

>> Ray will take him for a one-way ride.

>> Good. Doesn't pay to take chances.

>> I don't take chances, baby. The captain

gets sick and dies. The first mate

disappears.

Then you and I start spending that oil

money.

>> No coffee, barnacle.

>> No, never touch the stuff. If I did, I'd

use one of these new silver cups. Not

that old tin thing he's using.

>> I like it. It's been all over the world

with me.

>> Funny old car thingy.

>> Barnacle, respect my rank.

>> I do respect it, but stop shouting at

people. It's a wonder peace came home

again.

>> Well, reckon I am a contankerous old

cuss. Had quite a ruckus with faith over

that no good land lover, Duke Dunlop.

She was away nearly 2 years singing in

his nightclub.

>> Yeah, we were afraid she was going to

marry the Duke.

>> But we ain't worrying about that

anymore, Mie, now that you're in

command.

>> I'll do my best, Captain.

>> Hey, Captain. Come to think about it,

when Faith left us, wasn't we bunking in

an old farm about 15 mi inland?

>> Yep. Then we struck oil right smack dab

in the middle of the place. Had to move.

Barnacle talked me into buying this

empty hulk. It was like a ship without

ballast until two months ago when Faith

came back to live with us.

>> That's a very nice place, Captain

Samuel.

>> Faith tells me you've had some good

ships under you and have a nest egg

stowed away.

>> Don't you worry, Captain. I'll take care

of her and I don't want a scent of your

money.

>> Ah, that's mighty nice, matey.

And what do you want me to leave you in

my will, Barnacle?

>> Me? Why the silver?

>> You can have it.

>> Well, what do you know? The old mudscow

slipped this morning. Going to leave me

the silver.

>> And some money, too, you old wind

jammer.

>> Oh, wind jammer. I'll bet I outlive you.

More visitors.

>> Well, see who it is. Well, I will, but

stop shouting at me. FA always gets to

the door before I can get there.

>> No wonder you're as slow as an old tub.

>> Uncle, the lawyer is here.

>> A lawyer? Hey,

>> this is Mr. Ray West, Captain Samuel

Clay.

>> How do you do, sir?

>> Fine, if you're a good lawyer.

>> Oh, he is. And this is Barnacle.

>> Hello.

>> Hi, Skipper.

>> And first mate, Charlie King.

>> Glad to know you, Mr. West. Thank you.

>> Isn't he cute? We're going to be

married. Well, I suppose we get on the

business, Captain.

>> Yes. Yes. Sooner the better. All of you

get out of here now. Scat.

>> Mr. West knows all about everything

legal.

>> Yep. Well, reckon I know a thing or two

about law myself.

>> Come on, Charlie.

>> See you later.

>> Now, who do you want listed as your

heirs, Captain?

>> My niece, Barnacle, and the old sailor's

home.

>> You sure poured on the mush in there? I

wasn't doing anything. I can't even talk

to the guy.

>> You don't have to spread it on that

thick.

>> I assure you, Mr. Dunlap, I haven't the

slightest interest in your fiance.

>> Well, I like that.

>> Upstairs, I want to talk to you. Go on.

I don't like this at all, Inspector. Our

hands are tied. There's nothing we can

do to help. Craig.

>> Inspector Burke talking.

>> Oh, it's you, Kennedy.

>> Can't say much, Inspector. There's an

attorney out here by the name of Ray

West. I believe he and the old captain

are drawing up a will. See what you can

dig up on him.

>> Ray West?

Check.

Think he's a phony, huh?

How do things look there?

>> Not good. Captain Samuel is sitting on a

keg of dynamite.

>> Better watch your step, Kennedy. Yeah,

we'll work as fast as we can here. Keep

in touch with us.

>> I'll try. I can't take too many chances

calling like this.

Have to go now.

All right. All right. You don't have to

tell me a thousand times.

>> How's Ray doing?

>> I couldn't hear a thing, but he's a

smart operator.

>> Is he smart enough to make that will

stick in court? He's no lawyer, you

know.

>> Relax, baby. I got a smart mouthpiece to

do that. When Ray brings it back for the

old man to sign, he'll never get wise.

>> How long do we have to wait after the

will is signed?

>> Not too long.

>> You know, I'll miss Charlie.

You like that guy?

>> No, I like to see you jealous.

Oh, come in, Mr. West.

>> Is the will all set?

>> Yeah. The mouthpiece says no one can

break it. It's airtight.

>> Good. Now, get in there and have him

sign it. Work fast.

>> When's the payoff?

>> Leave that to Duke. Just get these

papers signed.

>> Okay.

Uh, Mr. West is here. Uncle,

>> you make a win now.

>> Barnacle said you wanted to see me,

Captain.

>> Yes. I want you to witness the lady. Sit

down.

>> As I was saying, Captain Clay, uh, skip

to the bottom of the second page here

and you'll find the items that interest

you. Uh $50,000 to Barnacle, $50,000 to

the old sailor's home, and the rest of

Faith.

>> Is that so? Well, I'm going to read

every word of it. Isn't that right,

lady?

>> Yes, Captain Samuel.

>> I say so.

>> What's going on, Duke?

>> Pathet.

I was throwing away some old papers and

my eye caught sight of this. Who do you

think it looks like?

>> First mate, Charlie.

What do you think, Barnacle?

>> I never saw two men look so much alike.

I'm going to show it to the captain. He

won't believe it.

>> Pick it up.

>> Good.

Well, that winds up the legal work.

Thank you, Mr. King. Glad to be of

service.

Oh, say, don't I get one of them copies?

>> Certainly, if you want one.

>> Sure do. Want to show it to Faith?

Getting kind of late, Mr. West. Why

don't you stay for supper?

>> Well, I should get back to the office,

but uh Well, all right. You talk me into

it.

>> Good. We'll have a nice time. Barnacle.

Barnacle.

Where's Barnacle? I'll hang Barnacle to

the yard on. Where's that worthless

cabin boy? If you're looking for

Barnacle, Uncle Samuel,

I think he went to the store.

>> Ah, we're not sure without asking, huh?

>> What do you want him for?

>> Right now for coffee. Oh, and Mr. West

is staying for supper.

>> Oh, that's nice. Oh, I'll make the

coffee. You'll be ready in no time.

>> That's sweet of you, Faith. Well, by the

way, I I just signed my will. You'll be

a rich girl someday. I'd like to phone

my office if you don't mind.

>> Oh, no. Oh, no. Not at all. I'll show

you where the phone is.

>> Thanks.

>> Captain, I have something to say to you

that will probably shock you.

>> Why? What is it, matey?

>> I'm not Charlie King, first mate. I'm

Craig Kennedy, a criminologist.

>> A what? I work with the police to solve

crimes. In this case, to prevent a crime

from happening.

>> I don't understand,

>> Captain. Your life's in danger.

Now, listen carefully.

>> Here's the stuff for the coffee. Hurry.

>> Hello. Mr. Kennedy's office.

>> I want to talk to Mr. Kennedy.

>> Uh, talk a little louder. I can't hear

you. I said I wanted to talk to Craig

Kennedy.

>> Why? Uh, this is Kennedy. What can I do

for you, Mr. Uh,

>> well, the guy on the other end said he

was Kennedy, but he's lying. I recognize

the voice. It's that smart talking

sailor I met in the Lonely Hearts Club.

What are we going to do? The first

mate's Kennedy. All right. You'll give

him a shot of coffee along with the old

man.

>> Hello, Inspector. I just got a call here

in Craig's lab. They're wise. It was

Duke Dunlab asking for Craig.

>> I'll pick you up in front of the

building.

>> I made this coffee just the way you like

it, Uncle.

>> I hope it's as good as Barnacle makes.

>> Oh, just taste it and see.

>> Speaking of barnacle, I wonder what's

keeping him.

>> Thank you, Faith.

Uh,

aren't you having any Oh.

>> Oh, no. Thank you. It's too near supper

time.

>> Pour a cup, media. Come on, honey. Have

a cup with your old uncle. A sort of

toast.

>> There you are.

>> Thank you.

>> Here's to many happy years.

>> Thank you, Captain.

Uh, aren't you drinking, Faith?

Oh, yes. Yes.

I think I need some sugar.

>> Oh, blast my timbers. You spilled it.

Well, fill yourself another cup. I'm

going to drink. I never could stand cold

coffee.

Captain Samuels, don't drink that

coffee.

>> Duke. Duke.

This guy's right to the coffee. All

right. Up with your hands, Kennedy. What

does this mean?

>> Shut up.

>> Well, they're all yours, Inspector.

>> Well, you did a good job.

>> Don't forget the girl.

>> Don't worry, Jameson. Take care of that

guy.

>> Oh no, young lady. We need you, too.

Take a look at the signatures on the

will, Captain.

>> Bless my soul, they're gone.

>> Yes, my pen was filled with disappearing

ink. Even if they had murdered you, the

will would have done them no good.

>> Bless my soul. First land lover I ever

saw, as smart as an old sea salt.

Yep. Complete confessions from Duke,

Ray, and Faith. Also, we picked up the

lawyer who was working with Ray on the

will.

>> I'm certainly glad Jameson recognized

Duke's voice over the phone.

>> You were doing pretty good when we got

there. Say, uh, where is Jameson?

>> Mrs. Patterson promised to get him a

girlfriend. Remember,

>> he'll put her place out of business.

And so ends the case of the Lonely

Hearts Club.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

This is my city, my home. It might be

your city or like yours where

law-abiding citizens go about their

business of working and providing good

homes for their loved ones and where

destructive forces of crime and evil are

also at work in one way or another.

We're all enshed by crime.

We're either on the side of law and

order or against it.

We're all in the battle between good and

evil

waiting for Mr. Kennedy. He's a good

friend of mine.

>> Anything I can do?

>> There is. Mind your own business.

But Mr. Kennedy is a pal of mine.

>> Mr. Kennedy?

>> Yes.

>> I'm Mrs. Emma Patterson. I'd like to

talk to you alone.

>> Uh, won't you come in, Mrs. Patterson?

>> This is Mr. Jameson of the Evening Star.

Glad to know you, Mrs. Patterson.

>> How do you do?

>> Fine, thank you. Won't you sit down?

>> I'd prefer to talk to you alone, Mr.

Kennedy. If I'd wanted my troubles in

the newspaper, I'd have gone to the

police in the first place.

>> Mr. Jameson works with me on many of my

cases. You can rest assured that not one

word will be printed unless you uh

authorize it yourself.

>> Well, as you say, Mr. Kennedy, but

remember, young man,

>> mom's the word, Mrs. Patterson.

>> Now, what can I do for you?

>> I operate the Patterson Lonely Hearts

Club.

>> Go on, Mrs. Patterson.

>> A client of mine is trying to force me

to supply a groom. How can he do that?

>> Well, I made certain arrangements with

him and then I I changed my mind. The

man, Mr. Kennedy, is Duke Dunlap.

>> Duke Dunlap.

He's one of the most dangerous hoodlams

in the city.

>> Yes, I know.

>> If you're doing business with him, you

are in trouble.

Now, tell me about your association with

Duke Dunlap.

>> Well, I've known Duke for about 3 years.

is I met him through my late husband.

>> Were you aware of his underworld

connections?

>> Well, not at first, but I must admit I

often wondered how he made a living.

>> Inspector Burke has wondered about that,

too.

>> Inspector Burke?

>> Uh, a friend of ours. Please go on, Mrs.

Patterson.

>> About a month ago, Duke came to my

Lonely Hearts Club. He said he wanted me

to provide a groom for a girlfriend of

his.

>> H, that's strange.

>> Well, he said he wanted to play a joke

on a friend of his.

>> What kind of a joke?

>> He never explained. He said he wanted a

certain kind of groom. A seafaring man,

30th, 35 years old, good-looking, well

educated, and easy to get along with.

>> And you agreed to find such a man for

him?

>> Yes, I did.

>> Then what happened?

>> I have one seafaring man in my files. He

agreed to go along with this joke idea

of Dukes. He's a second mate on a

steamer.

>> What's his name?

>> I'm sorry. Did you introduce a second

mate to Duke?

>> No, I got thinking it over. I wanted to

ask Duke more questions. He came to see

me earlier today and I uh

>> Get this straight, Mrs. Patterson.

Nobody walks out on a deal with Duke

Dunlap.

>> I'm not walking out, Duke. I I just

don't want to do anything irregular.

>> Irregular or not, you'd better deliver

that sailor by 5:00 today.

>> Yeah, the boss gave you $500.

>> Well, I'll give it back.

>> I don't want the dough. I want the

groom. You said you had the guy on tap,

and I want him today.

>> We don't have time to make new deals.

Look, Duke, I always ran a decent club.

Nothing shady. I can't believe you're

asking for this groom just to play a

trick on a friend of yours.

>> No.

>> No. You haven't got a very good

reputation. And

>> All right. So, I don't sell violets on

the corner to make a living. What's that

got to do with it?

>> Well, I don't see.

>> Cut the stalling, Mrs. Patterson. I gave

you $500 and you handed me a receipt.

You got another 500 coming when the

groom's delivered. And if there is

anything crooked about this little joke

of mine, you're in it as deep as I am.

You understand?

>> The man I had in mind shipped out last

night.

>> And get another one.

>> I don't know if I can.

>> What's the matter, lady? Don't you

understand plain talk? Duke said to get

another guy.

>> 30, 35 years old. Nice guy, educated,

and he's not supposed to have relatives

and friends. See,

>> I'll do the best I can. You'd better

don't forget the receipt you signed.

>> Remember, Mrs. Patterson, your husband

did time for blackmail.

>> He paid his debt and he stayed honest

until the day he died.

>> Sure. But if the public knew about his

record, it would ruin your lonely hearts

club. Anyway, you think it over. I'll be

back at 5:00 and have that sailor here

for me. Otherwise, almost anything can

happen to you.

>> Believe me, Mr. Kennedy, I've always run

a legitimate club. I've never harmed

anyone.

>> About the sailor you had for Duke. Did

he really ship out?

>> No, he's down on the waterfront now. I

could call him, but I won't.

>> Actually, Mrs. Patterson, you should

have gone to the police with this

matter.

>> But I couldn't. I want to save my

business if I can.

>> Well, I'd do the same thing, I guess.

>> One point in your talk with Duke stands

out. He wants a groom without relatives

and friends.

Very significant, isn't it?

>> Why, yes.

>> I'll say it is.

>> What'll I do, Mr. Kennedy? Leave

everything to me. I'll be in your office

before 5:00.

>> My address and thanks, Mr. Kennedy.

>> I hope I can help you. Goodbye, Mrs.

Patterson. I hope you can fix up a date

for me sometime. Hm.

>> You're the lonesome type, Mr. Jameson.

Drop over sometime. I've had impossible

cases like you before.

>> Drop over sometime. Can you imagine

that, Craig?

>> You asked for it, Walt. When things get

so rough, I have to go to a lonely

hearts club. I'll

>> Inspector Burke, please.

>> Oh, hello, Inspector. I listen,

Inspector Burke. I've just been taken in

by the bride and groom racket, and I

demand police protection. Serves your

right, Beetle Brain. Now, stop clowning,

Walt.

>> So, you're going to get married, huh?

>> Yes, and I want you to be best man.

Number one, no woman in her right mind

would marry you. Number two, if I ever

attend your wedding, I will be the best

man there. And number three, let me talk

to Kennedy.

Hello, Kennedy.

Duke Dunlap. I'll be right over.

Single? You needn't be. We arrange

successful marriages through private

introduction.

Gee, what if I'm picked? I get seasick.

You don't have a thing to worry about.

Mrs. Patterson couldn't porn you off on

a girl in a hundred years.

I should live that long.

>> Oh dear. He'll be here any minute.

>> Now, don't be nervous, Mrs. Patterson.

Just tell Duke you brought in two

candidates for the job.

>> That must be him now.

>> I'll be taking everything in from the

closet. Kennedy,

>> let's sit down, woman.

Oh, hello, Duke. I'm sorry. The door was

locked.

>> Meet Faith Clay. I want the groom for

her.

>> Howdy. How do you do?

>> Well, I see you got busy, Mrs.

Patterson. Two guys.

>> Yes. A first mate and a seaman.

>> I've got the rest of the dough. But

first, I want to look those seagulls

over.

>> Yes. Yes. As you wish, Duke.

>> Duke.

>> Yeah.

>> You know, I kind of like the first mate.

Never mind, Faith. I'll do the picking.

Let me see. Stand up.

>> First mate with all the trimmings.

>> Yes, sir. Sit down.

>> I've had a lot of experience. Four

marriages. Justin Bieber. Huh? Sit down.

>> What's your name?

>> I can tell you about this gentleman if

he's the one you've selected.

>> Oh, yes. He's the one.

>> All right. Hey, Sailor.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Beat it. But

>> I said beat it.

>> Oh, please. Please, Mrs. Patterson, try

to get me a nice girl. I don't want to

be a bachelor all my life.

>> I'll do the best I can, young man.

>> Thank you. I'm so lonesome.

>> Now, let's talk business.

What's your name?

>> This gentleman's name is Charles King.

He's a bachelor. That's fine. But does

he have any relatives or friends?

>> No, sir. This little gag of mine may

take 3 days. Could be four. No questions

asked. Understand?

>> No, sir. I'm afraid I don't understand.

>> Gee, Duke, listen to his voice. He's a

smart guy. My grand uncle would like

him.

>> All right, I'll be quiet. I was only

thinking.

>> Well, stop it. Now, listen to me,

Charlie, and listen close. I want you to

act like you're engaged to Faith, but

there'll be no wedding. Is it a deal?

Why the pretending? That's my business.

>> It'll be okay, Charlie. What do you say?

>> Where are we going? What are we going to

do? I can't tell you a thing now,

Charlie.

>> Here's the other $500, Mrs. Patterson.

Can take care of your boy out of that.

>> Thanks.

>> Well, come on. Make up your mind. I

can't waste any more time. Well, all

right, Mr. Dunlap.

>> Good. I've got a car waiting. Where will

I be? I'd like to leave an address with

Mrs. Patterson. I'll get in touch with

her for you.

>> Goodbye, Mr. King. I hope everything

goes well.

>> Thanks.

>> This is going to be fun.

>> Hey, Faith, don't overdo the boyfriend

gag. And remember, Charlie, this is

strictly a business deal.

>> Yes, sir. You're paying the bills.

Oh my goodness. Inspector, what's going

to happen?

>> For one thing, I'll lose him if I don't

hurry.

>> If we're going to tell him, inspector,

we better get going.

>> Right. Come on, lover boy.

>> Good morning, Captain Clay.

>> Ah, good morning, mate. If you don't

mind, Charlie, call me Captain Samuel.

That's what my crew always called me.

>> Glad to, Captain Samuel.

>> How was your bunk last night?

>> Ah, slept like a baby, sir.

>> I'm mighty happy, mie. You know why?

>> No. Because you're going to marry my

grand niece. I always wanted her to

marry a sea fire man.

>> That's awfully nice of you, sir.

>> I sure could do with some coffee.

Barnacle,

where's my coffee?

>> I'll call him for you, sir.

>> He'll hear me. He better. Just because

Barnacle has been my cabin boy since he

was kneeh high to a mackerel is no sign

he can disregard orders now. Barnacle,

>> stop yelling. And I'm right behind you.

>> What do you mean by sneaking up behind

me?

>> Here's your coffee, but the doctor said

only two cups a day.

>> We got company.

>> Well, people answer the door.

>> Is it safe to come in?

>> Yeah, they're all in the parlor.

>> You know, my uncle thinks I'm so crazy

about Charlie, it's even okay for you to

come around. Everything all set with

Ray?

>> He's on his way over here now.

>> Oh gee, I hope my uncle doesn't get wise

to anything.

>> He won't. He's going to make out his

will. Leaving almost everything to you,

baby.

>> What's that?

>> Something for the captain's coffee.

>> Poison.

>> The best. It can't be traced.

>> What about the first mate?

>> Ray will take him for a one-way ride.

>> Good. Doesn't pay to take chances.

>> I don't take chances, baby. The captain

gets sick and dies. The first mate

disappears.

Then you and I start spending that oil

money.

>> No coffee, Barnacle.

>> Nope. Never touch the stuff. If I did,

I'd use one of these new silver cups.

Not that old tin thing he's using.

>> I like it. It's been all over the world

with me.

>> Funny old car thingy.

>> Barnacle. Respect my rank.

>> I do respect it, but stop shouting at

people. It's a wonder Faith came home

again.

>> Well, reckon I am a contankerous old

cuss. Had quite a ruckus with Faith over

that no good land lover, Duke Dunlop.

She was away nearly 2 years singing in

his nightclub.

>> Yeah, we were afraid she was going to

marry the Duke.

>> But we ain't worrying about that

anymore, lady. Now that you're in

command.

>> I'll do my best, Captain.

>> Hey, Captain. Come to think about it,

when fate left us, wasn't we bunking in

an old farm about 15 mi inland?

>> Yep. Then we struck oil right smack dab

in the middle of the place. Had to move.

Barnacle talked me into buying this

empty hulk. It was like a ship without

ballast until two months ago when Faith

came back to live with us.

>> That's a very nice place, Captain

Samuel.

>> Faith tells me you've had some good

ships under you and have a nest egg

stowed away.

>> Don't you worry, Captain. I'll take care

of her and I don't want a scent of your

money.

>> Ah, that's mighty nice, matey.

And what do you want me to leave you in

my will, Barnacle?

>> Me? Why the silver?

>> You can have it.

>> Well, what do you know? The old mudcow

slipped his mooring. Going to leave me

the silver.

>> And some money, too. You old wind

jammer.

>> Old wind jammer? I'll bet I outlive you.

More visitors.

>> Well, see who it is. Well, I will, but

stop shouting at me. FA always gets to

the door before I can get there.

>> No wonder you're as slow as an old tub.

>> Uncle, the lawyer is here.

>> A lawyer? Hey,

>> this is Mr. Ray West, Captain Samuel

Clay.

>> How do you do, sir?

>> Fine, if you're a good lawyer.

>> Oh, he is. And this is Barnacle.

>> Hello.

>> Hi, Skipper.

>> And first mate, Charlie King.

>> Glad to know you, Mr. West. Thank you.

>> Isn't he cute? We're going to be

married.

Well, suppose we get on the business,

Captain.

>> Yes. Yes. Sooner the better. All of you

get out of here now. Scap.

>> Mr. West knows all about everything

legal.

>> Yep. Well, reckon I know a thing or two

about law myself.

>> Come on, Charlie.

>> See you later.

>> Now, um, who do you want listed as your

heirs, Captain?

>> My niece, Barnacle, and the old sailor's

home.

>> You sure poured on the mush in there. I

wasn't doing anything. I can't even talk

to the guy.

>> You don't have to spread it on that

thick.

>> I assure you, Mr. Dunlap, I haven't the

slightest interest in your fiance.

>> Well, I like that.

>> Upstairs, I want to talk to you. Go on.

I don't like this at all, Inspector. Our

hands are tied. There's nothing we can

do to help. Craig.

>> Inspector Burke talking. Oh, it's you,

Kennedy.

>> Can't say much, Inspector. There's an

attorney out here by the name of Ray

West. I believe he and the old captain

are drawing up a will. See what you can

dig up on him.

>> Ray West. Check.

Think he's a phony, huh?

How do things look there?

>> Not good. Captain Samuel is sitting on a

keg of dynamite.

>> Better watch your step, Kennedy.

>> Yeah, we'll work as fast as we can here.

Keep in touch with us.

>> I'll try. I can't take too many chances

calling like this.

Have to go now.

All right. All right. He's going to tell

me a thousand times.

>> How's Ray doing?

>> I couldn't hear a thing, but he's a

smart operator.

>> Is he smart enough to make that will

stick in court? He's no lawyer, you

know.

>> Relax, baby. I got a smart mouthpiece to

do that. When Ray brings it back for the

old man to sign, he'll never get wise.

>> How long do we have to wait after the

will is signed?

>> Not too long.

>> You know, I'll miss Charlie.

You like that guy?

>> No, I like to see you jealous.

Oh, come in, Mr. West.

>> Is the wheel all set?

>> Yeah. The mouthpiece says no one can

break it. It's airtight.

>> Good. Now, get in there and have them

sign it. Work fast.

>> When's the payoff?

>> Leave that to Duke. Just get these

papers signed. Okay.

>> Uh, Mr. West is here. Uncle,

>> you make a win now.

>> Barnacle said you wanted to see me,

Captain.

>> Yes. I want you to witness the lady. Sit

down.

>> As I was saying, Captain Clay, uh, skip

to the bottom of the second page here

and you'll find the items that interest

you. Uh $50,000 to Barnacle, $50,000 to

the old sailor's home, and the rest of

Faith.

>> Is that so? Well, I'm going to read

every word of it. Isn't that right,

lady?

>> Yes, Captain Samuel.

>> I say so.

>> What's going on, Duke?

>> Hey,

I was just trying to find you. I was

throwing away some old papers and my eye

caught sight of this. Who do you think

it looks like?

>> First mate, Charlie.

What do you think, Barnacle?

>> I never saw two men look so much alike.

I'm going to show it to the captain. He

won't believe it.

>> Pick it up.

>> Good.

Well, that winds up the legal work.

Thank you, Mr. King. Glad to be of

service.

Oh, say, don't I get one of them copies?

>> Certainly, if you want one.

>> Sure do. Want to show it to Faith?

Getting kind of late, Mr. West. Why

don't you stay for supper?

>> Well, I should get back to the office,

but uh Well, all right. You talk me into

it.

>> Good. We'll have a nice time. Barnacle.

Barnacle.

Where's Barnacle? I'll hang Barnacle to

the yard on Where's that worthless cabin

boy? If you're looking for Barnacle,

Uncle Samuel,

I think he went to the store.

>> Ah, when sure without asking, huh?

>> What do you want him for?

>> Right now for coffee. Oh, and Mr. West

is staying for supper.

>> Oh, that's nice. Oh, I'll make the

coffee. You'll be ready in no time.

>> That's sweet of you, Faith. Well, by the

way, I I just signed my will. You'll be

a rich girl someday.

>> I'd like to phone my office if you don't

mind.

>> Oh, no. No, not at all. I'll show you

where the phone is.

>> Thanks.

>> Captain, I have something to say to you

that will probably shock you.

>> Why? What is it, matey?

>> I'm not Charlie King, first mate.

I'm Craig Kennedy, a criminologist.

>> A what? I work with the police to solve

crimes. In this case, to prevent a crime

from happening.

>> I don't understand,

>> Captain. Your life's in danger.

Now, listen carefully.

>> Here's the stuff for the coffee. Hurry.

>> Hello. Mr. Kennedy's office.

>> I want to talk to Mr. Kennedy.

>> Uh, talk a little louder. I can't hear

you. I said I wanted to talk to Craig

Kennedy.

>> Why? Uh, this is Kennedy. What can I do

for you, Mr. Uh,

>> well, the guy on the other end said he

was Kennedy, but he's lying. I recognize

the voice. It's that smart talking

sailor I met in the Lonely Hearts Club.

What are we going to do?

>> The first mate's Kennedy. All right.

You'll give him a shot of coffee along

with the old man.

>> Hello, Inspector. I just got a call here

in Craig's lab. They're wise. It was

Duke Dunlab asking for Craig.

>> I'll pick you up in front of the

building.

>> I made this coffee just the way you like

it, Uncle.

>> I hope it's as good as Barnacle makes.

>> Oh, just taste it and see.

>> Speaking of barnacle, I wonder what's

keeping him.

>> Thank you, Faith.

Uh,

aren't you having any

>> Oh. Oh, no. Thank you. It's too near

supper time.

>> Pour a cup, media. Come on, honey. Have

a cup with your old uncle. A sort of

toast.

>> There you are.

>> Thank you.

>> Here's to many happy years.

>> Thank you, Captain.

Uh, aren't you drinking, Faith?

Oh, yes. Yes.

I think I need some sugar.

>> Oh, blast my timbers. You spilled it.

Well, fail yourself another cup. I'm

going to drink. I never could stand cold

coffee.

Captain Samuels, don't drink that

coffee.

>> Duke. Duke.

This guy's wife to the coffee. All

right, up with your hands, Kennedy. What

does this mean?

>> Shut up.

>> Well, they're all yours, Inspector.

>> Well, you did a good job.

>> Don't forget the girl.

>> Don't worry, Jameson. Take care of that

guy.

>> Oh no, young lady. We need you, too.

Take a look at the signatures on the

will. Captain,

>> bless my soul, they're gone.

>> Yes, my pen was filled with disappearing

ink. Even if they had murdered you, the

will would have done them no good.

>> Bless my soul. First land lover I ever

saw as far as an old seesaw.

Yep. Complete confessions from Duke,

Ray, and Faith. Also, we picked up the

lawyer who was working with Ray on the

wheel.

>> I'm certainly glad Jameson recognized

Duke's voice over the phone.

>> You were doing pretty good when we got

there. Say, uh, where is Jameson?

>> Mrs. Patterson promised to get him a

girlfriend. Remember,

>> he'll put her place out of business.

And so ends the case of the Lonely

Hearts Club.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.