All language subtitles for Perry Mason S05E21 The Case of the Mystified Miner.DVDRip.NonHI.en.CBS

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Yay! The pirates are coming!
The pirates are coming.

Yay, the pirates are coming.

Carlton Campbell,

what on earth are
you doing here?

Shh, don't tell her. Here.

What's this?

Treasure.

Carlton?

Don't let the pirates
get it. They're after me.

Carlton.

- Carlton...
- Hello, Miss Dow.

Oh, I might've known.

I bring him all the way downtown

to have his hair trimmed
by Mr. Campbell's barber,

and now I'm worn out

before I've even got
the boy tied in the chair.

I take it he got away from you.

Hm. "Governess."

I ought to be called a goatherd.

What are you doing in
the building on Saturday?

About 10 thousand things.

Mr. Campbell wants everything in order
for Miss Corning when she gets here.

Oh, yes, the royal visit.

I suppose that's why
he's playing golf today.

Well, Miss Corning's arriving from
South America on Sunday, tomorrow,

and there are all sorts of
statements and reports on her holdings

that I'm sure she'll
want to inspect.

Why doesn't she keep
her nose out of things?

Mr. Campbell has been handling
her company perfectly well

without her, hasn't he?

Miss Dow, I'm terribly busy,

but I think I just might
know where to find Carlton.

Now, why don't you go on
downstairs to the barber shop?

I promise I'll send him
along in the next elevator.

Very well.

Manage things your own way.

All right, Carlton, come
along now. The coast is clear.

I don't want a haircut.

Carlton, where on earth did
you get this... This treasure?

Oh, that's Daddy's. We traded.

It's what? You what?

Sure, we do it all the time.

I've got a box in my closet, and I
gave him one to put in his closet.

I keep all sorts
of valuable things.

But this particular box...

He doesn't mind.

You see, last night, I put
my treasure in his room...

It's safer there...

And this morning I
decided to take his instead.

That's all.

Carlton, if your father
doesn't know you have this,

well, don't you think maybe
I better keep it for a while?

Why?

I know.

Why don't we put it in the safe,

and then nobody could touch it,

not even pirates or anybody.

That's a wonderful idea.

Besides, you have
to run along now.

I promised Miss Dow.

Well, if I can have it
back whenever I want

so Daddy won't get mad.

Of course you can.

There. Now, scoot.

Press the button in the
elevator marked "one."

Miss Fisher, don't
you like me anymore?

Of course I do, darling.

I'm just upset today.

I still so much to do
before Miss Corning comes,

and I'm all alone...

There.

Hello, South Lake Country Club?

I want to speak to
Mr. Endicott Campbell, please.

This is his private
secretary speaking,

and it's extremely urgent.

But I just have to speak to him,

even if he's
playing golf or... or...

Excuse me, would you hold on?

Corning Company,
mining and investments.

Well, I'm sorry, but
we're closed on Saturday.

Oh, is that so?

Well, this is Amelia Corning
speaking, whoever you are.

What? Who?

You heard me, young lady.

I'm Amelia Corning, and I'm sitting
here in the Los Angeles Airport and...

Well, don't just splutter at me.

When I arrive anyplace,
I expect to be greeted.

I expect to be met right now.

I tried to reach Mr. Campbell.

I thought I knew where
he was this morning,

but the place I thought he'd
gone couldn't seem to locate him...

Where was that, country
club or race track?

Well, of course not.

Mr. Campbell isn't
the sort of man...

Do you like Mr. Campbell,

or do you just think you
ought be loyal to him?

Well, I've really only
worked for him about a year.

What I meant was...

You're a very
poor liar, Suzanne.

Susan. Susan Fisher.

That's it. Speak louder.

Now, here.

You take care of all the baggage
payments and get us a taxi.

My eyes aren't very good,

but there are some
$10 bills in there,

and you'd better take several

because first I want you to take
me to the hotel to register and then...

But these are
hundred-dollar bills.

That's right. So they are.

The tens are on the other side.

There.

I think you and I are going
to get on very well, Susan.

After we leave the hotel, you'll
take me straight to the office.

But on Saturday, with
no one else around,

I really don't know enough
about the business to...

Well, I do, young lady,

and I'll give the orders.

Why do you think I
arrived here a day early?

Hm?

I'm afraid that's all I can find on the
Oklahoma property, Miss Corning.

All right, now what about
this Mojave Monarch?

- Mojave?
- What do you know about it?

Well, it's a subsidiary company,

gold mining.

They have just that
one mine, I believe.

You're lying again.

No, I'm not.

But those books
are all we have here,

and the cancelled checks.

I'm sure any other records
would be out in Mojave.

There's a man there named
Ken Lowry there, I believe.

Hm.

If you like, I can read you
the figures we do have here...

I can read very well
myself, thank you.

It just takes a
little time, that's all.

Well, what about this
Smelting Company report?

- Do you still want to see it?
- Don't change the subject.

If it makes you nervous to
talk about the Mojave Monarch,

then say so.

Miss Corning, please, if you'd
just wait until Mr. Campbell comes...

Will you stop dragging him in?

He may be your
immediate superior, Susan,

but once and for all, I
am the Corning Company.

Furthermore, I think
these checks are phonies.

What?

You heard me.

I'm going to take these
records with me to the hotel,

and I'm going to have a
handwriting expert look at them.

I'll bet Endicott Campbell
endorsed all these checks himself.

Oh, no. No. Why,
that would be...

Forgery or
embezzlement, of course.

Maybe both.

Now, I want you to put these
books into the dispatch case there.

And find another so
I can carry the rest.

Miss Corning, please,
don't you think that...

What in heaven's name is that?

Well?

It's... It's mine.

Yours.

Don't tell me you
keep shoes in the safe.

Unless, of course, it's the
lunch you didn't eat today.

No, it's... it's letters...

I mean, the only reason I put them
in there was because you phoned,

and then I hurried out...

Never mind, my
dear. It's all right.

But now, run into
one of the other offices

and find me another briefcase

so we can put
these things together.

I'm going to meet your boss for
the first time at my hotel room tonight

and I intend to be
quite ready for him.

I don't blame you
for being upset.

Poor dear, for one
reason or another,

you really think the
same thing I do, don't you?

This Endicott Campbell I
hired is nothing but a crook.

Hello?

Oh, Mr. Campbell,
where have you been?

I've left messages
all over for you.

Well, Miss Corning's in town,
and she wants to see you.

Miss Corning?

What in the name of...

What did she say?
What did she ask you?

Why can't you tell me?

Wait, Mr. Campbell.

There's something else,

something you
have to know first.

Your son Carlton came by the
office this morning, with Miss Dow,

and he had a shoebox of yours,

and it was full of money.

Money?

At... At least what?

Two-hundred th...

Susan, you're crazy.
Absolutely crazy.

He might have had
my dress shoes, but...

Well, of course I
don't believe you.

Now, stop all this
lying nonsense.

But it's true.

The box is still down
there in the office safe.

Mr. Campbell, I am not a liar.

Well, I think you are.

Of all the stupid,
vicious tales,

and to drag my son into it.

All right, Mr. Campbell,
if you won't even listen...

Well, I was only trying
to protect you, and...

And goodbye.

You're positive the little
boy didn't look into the box?

I'm sure not, thank heaven.

Why "thank heaven"?

Even a seven-year-old
witness would help.

I don't understand.

You didn't actually
count the money, did you?

Well, what if someone should
accuse you of taking some of it, Susan?

But it's Mr. Campbell's money.

Carlton wasn't lying.

Well, why should anyone
want to accuse me?

To discredit you.

Susan, I gather you've been concerned with
certain irregularities within the company.

It's the Mojave Monarch,

the mine that sends
all the bills for us to pay.

Well, the record of income from
it is supposed to be kept out there.

What's the matter?
Isn't there a record?

A couple of weeks ago,

I learned something
quite by accident.

I have a boyfriend
who's a rock-hound,

and we were out in the desert,

and coming home,

we saw this sign,

an arrow that said
"Mojave Monarch."

Well, I thought it would
be fun to go out there

and see what the
place looked like.

Well, there isn't
anything there anymore.

It's abandoned,
deserted, for years.

What time did Miss Corning want
to see your boss, this Mr. Campbell?

8:45.

Della, you take care
of locking up, will you?

Right.

Come on, Miss Fisher. I think
we'd better attend that meeting.

We?

I'm afraid you are
going to need a lawyer.

Susan,

what the devil are
you doing here?

Hello, Mr. Campbell.

We're going up to
see Miss Corning.

Oh, no, you are not.

You've made enough
trouble already.

Mr. Campbell, my name
is Mason, Perry Mason.

I'm with Miss Fisher
as her attorney

Attorney?

Of all the nerve.

And I suppose she's told you that
cock-and-bull story about the money?

It's absolutely true.

And you've told him
who your witnesses were,

who saw you find
it, put it in the safe?

Susan, you've made up this whole
thing to cover some of your peculations.

I don't know what they are yet,
but before I fire you, young lady...

Now, just a moment, Campbell...

I'll have you know, Mason,
that I've been to the office,

I've looked in the safe,

and there's absolutely
no such box there.

It... It's gone?

Of course it's gone.

Mr. Campbell, who
were your witnesses?

I beg your pardon.

Another thing for
you to think about...

The Department
of Internal Revenue

takes a very dim view of people

who keep such large
amounts of money hidden.

Now, shall we go upstairs?

Will you please
tell Miss Corning

that Endicott Campbell is here?

Is that the lady
in the wheelchair?

That's right.

- She's not here anymore, sir.
- What?

She's checked out.

I took her down in the
elevator myself, about 7:00.

Oh, no.

Did she say where she was going?

Search me.

One of the boys put her in a
cab, though, with her baggage.

Was there a dispatch case?

Did she take two
very heavy briefcases?

That's right,

a whole batch of papers
and books and things.

Took everything, I guess.

Morning, Paul. Want
the Sunday funnies?

I am the funnies.

No luck?

Well, we traced her as
far as the railroad station.

Found a porter who
remembered the wheelchair.

Miss Corning was
interested in some records

that were supposed
to be up in Mojave.

Maybe she decided to go
up there on the evening train.

No, Perry.

Amelia Corning bought no
ticket and boarded no train.

She just went to the ladies'
room and disappeared into thin air.

Well, what about her
wheelchair and her luggage?

Well, the wheelchair's still
there, but not the luggage,

not all those confidential company
files your client handed her.

They disappeared with
Amelia, lock, stock, and barrel.

All right, Paul.

You'd better get
out to the airport.

Why?

The airport's where we started
looking for old ladies in a hurry.

No, I don't mean Amelia
Corning would leave from there.

I mean you've got to go out there
and meet her when she comes in.

Perry, you were right.

She just came in on the plane.

I have one of my men
talking to her right now.

No, no, he gave her a song and
dance. He even checked her passport.

It's really Amelia Corning.

Thank you, young man,

but I don't understand
all this folderol.

Who sent you to meet me?

Come, come, young man, speak up.

My name is Amelia Corning,
and I expect answers.

I'll have you know I am
the Corning Company.

Oh, you're back.

What happened?

We saw Miss Corning.

She was really quite nice,

not nearly so explosive as...

Well, that woman who
pretended to be her.

I guess the real Miss Corning
doesn't have to put on any acts.

You mean you told her?

Everything?

I'm such a complete idiot.

Now, take it easy.

You're not in jail yet.

Oh, Perry.

Well, I ought to be.

Letting that creature
come in and walk away

with every important
record the company has.

There's still the matter of that
money in the shoebox, Susan.

Miss Corning's not going to
take any action against you

until she gets at the truth.

But how can she get
at the truth now, Perry,

without any record
of the embezzlement

or whatever's been
going on at that company?

Mr. Campbell's at her hotel now,

trying to explain.

And I'll bet he's telling
her all sorts of lies,

and I'll bet he put that other
woman up to what she did, too.

And now he's going
to frame poor Susan.

Now, you take it
easy, too, Della.

Della, get Paul in here,
would you, please?

I want him to take a fast trip.

Trip?

To Mojave.

Now, look, I got no time
to talk to you, I tell you.

You've got time to stay
out of jail, haven't you?

- Now, see here, Mr. Craik...
- Drake.

I don't know what you think
you're talking about, but...

Oh.

Your name's Ken Lowry.

Supposedly you're
manager of this mine,

though it doesn't look like
much of a mine anymore, does it?

Police or just private?

I'm trying to help a girl in the
Corning Company who's having trouble.

To me you look like
the guy responsible.

Oh, no, I'm not.

I work for a living, mister.
I just follow instructions.

Whose, Campbell's?

I never met that bird.

Never met Amelia
Corning, as a matter of fact.

She hired me like
she hires everybody,

from South America,

but, look, that don't mean there's
anything wrong with what I done.

Every month

you've been sending in a
payroll bill for almost $30,000.

Then the Corning Company
sends you the money.

Who do you pay it to, gophers?

You're not funny, mister.
Now, get off my back.

Not till you answer me.

Look, about a
year and a half ago,

just after Miss Corning
hired me to run this place,

the vein faulted.

I wrote Miss Corning.

She wrote back and said,

"We'll let the Los
Angeles office handle it."

Then a couple days later
she telephoned long distance,

said that due to tax reasons

she just couldn't afford
to close down the mine.

I'm supposed to make
out a payroll every month,

just as if we're in operation.

Then I cash the company check, take
out my own pay and send the rest back.

In cash, send it where?

Corning Affiliated,

subsidiary company, I guess.

They've got a
post-office box in L.A.

And to date

you forwarded over $200
thousand in cash that way, right?

I figured it was
just a tax thing,

some sort of a write-off, maybe.

For tax things that are
too fancy, you get Alcatraz.

I know that, mister.

That's why I'm
telling you all this.

What do you mean?

How do you think
I've been feeling?

Look, a job's a
job and all that,

but when this bird tells
me to keep my mouth shut.

What bird?

Campbell, of course.

Calls not more
than two hours ago

and tells me not to
answer any questions,

don't... don't tell
anybody anything.

Now, look... look, my friend.

Now I know something's wrong,

and I aim to correct it.

I aim to tell plenty of people.

Yes?

Excuse me, I thought this
was Amelia Corning's suite.

It is, but I haven't the
slightest idea where she is.

I suppose she'll be back soon.

My name is Mason, Perry Mason.

This is important. Would
you mind if I come in to wait?

Yes, I think I would.

I haven't had a chance
to unpack yet, and...

It's Mason, the
attorney, Sophia.

Oh, the one with
that girl at the office

who's been stealing
things or whatever it is.

All right, make yourself comfortable
while I wash the airplane off.

I'm Sophia Elliot,
Amelia's poor relation.

You've just come
from South America?

The afternoon plane.

Miss Elliot lives with
Amelia Corning down there.

Tries to keep up
with her, you mean.

This is Gomez., Alfredo Gomez.

I met him on a boat once.

He plays marvelous shuffleboard.

At your service,
Mr. Mason. An honor.

I take it you've also
come from South America.

South Pasadena.

Amelia didn't leave
any note or anything,

so you may have to
stay here all evening.

How do you know
about Susan Fisher?

I beg your pardon?

I gather you haven't
talked to Miss Corning yet.

No, it was the maid who
told me she'd gone out.

Then, may I ask, how do
you know about Susan Fisher?

Oh, Alfredo.

He knows everything
that goes on in that office.

Don't you, Alfredo.

I, too, work for the Corning
Company, Mr. Mason,

an associate of the general
manager, Endicott Campbell.

He's really the
overseas shipping clerk,

and I'm sure it's really Amelia
that he'd like to meet someday,

but in the meantime he's sweet,

and he writes me letters.

Oh, if you don't mind, Alfredo.

That's probably the
whirling wheelchair now.

Yes?

Oh, yes, he is.

For you, Mr. Mason.

Thank you.

Hello?

Perry, I can't find Susan.

I know you told her to
stay in her apartment,

but she's not there.

I'm in a drugstore now,

and they said that she was here.

She asked about the
price of rental cars,

cashed a check,
and then ran out,

and, Perry, they say she
was wearing a man's hat.

Susan.

Oh, am I glad to see you.

What on earth is that?

Well, I really don't know.

Susan, Amelia Corning left just
about the same time as you did.

Is there any connection?

Well, she phoned me.

I guess this getup
she told me to wear

was so I wouldn't be
recognized later on,

but, well, she never showed up.

Never showed up? What
are you talking about?

She gave very
careful instructions.

I was to go to a rental
agency around the corner

and rent a car,

and then I was to drive
up Sky Mountain Road at...

That starts just off Sunset...

Where her hotel is, you know...

I was to go to the last
service station on the road

and then 3/10ths
of a mile past that...

Of all the crazy...

Go on, Susan.

I was to leave the car
on a wide place there

and walk back to
the service station

and get a can of gasoline.

What in heaven's name for?

Well, she's a very old woman,

and she sounded frightened.

She thought there might be
some kind of an emergency

because, you see, I was to drive
her out to the desert, to Mojave.

And anyway, she wanted the
car to be there for half an hour

so that she could meet me whenever she
was sure her taxi wasn't being followed.

Only, well, she never showed up.

How long did you wait?

Until 7:30.

Miss Corning said if
she wasn't there by then,

it was because she couldn't get
away without attracting attention,

so I should just skip it,

so I threw away the gas
can, and then I came home.

I've been around the
corner for the past half hour.

I just had to have
something to eat

so that I could figure it out.

Susan, really, of all
the gullible creatures.

For one thing, a woman
from South America

would scarcely know whereabouts

of the service station
on Sky Mountain Road.

Um, Mr. Mason, I
know how it all sounds,

but she was so nice to me.

She said she wasn't
going to prefer any charges

and that she wouldn't blame
me for those missing records

because she knew
who was responsible

and I was the only
one she trusted.

Susan, I want you to go inside.

I want you to lock your
door. Do you understand?

I want you to go
inside, stay there,

and lock your door.

This must be the wide place.

Look.

- Don't touch it.
- Why not?

What are you looking for?

I smell gasoline
fumes over this way.

It's those missing
company books.

Yes, I know.

- He's dead.
- Who is it?

I've never seen him before.

Mojave Monarch.

Lowry, Ken Lowry.

So you were just out
riding on a pleasant evening,

and just happened to stop,

and just happened
to notice a dead man.

Not far from the body,

some books and paper
soaked with gasoline,

the killer maybe
intended to burn.

Only you came along and...

Oh, this time it better
be good this time, Perry.

I'll tell you all I can, Andy.

You bet you will.

Wait up on the
road for me, will you,

while the doctor finishes here?

Mind if I wait back
at the service station?

I left Della there
when we called you.

All right, but no further.

Who sold Susan
the can of gasoline?

The fellow over there.
He's the only one on duty.

Keep him busy
while I make a call.

You don't mind if my little
brother uses your phone, do you?

No, no, that's okay.

Your what?

Well, he's not
really my brother,

but I did practically raise him.

Why, he's old enough
to be your old man.

You don't see very well, do you?

Would you believe I'm 42?

Well, it sure don't show.

Oh, thank you.

Say, tell me a little bit
more about that woman

that bought the can of gasoline.

Hello, Paul?

Start making notes fast.

Here's what happened.

But if her hair wasn't
blonde, what was it?

Oh, it had some sort of touches
of red, I guess, more like yours.

Oh, I don't have
any red in my hair.

It's brown. Look at there.

But, of course, now,
if you meant chestnut.

And you've got to
find Amelia Corning.

If she didn't show up out here and
she hasn't returned to her hotel yet...

Right, Paul.

Yes, and the car Susan rented,

I want you to
locate that in a hurry.

You're late.

Andy must have given
you quite a third degree.

We had to go down to
headquarters and make statements.

This the rental car?

Yep. I've already
done what you asked,

had a lab man go
over it thoroughly...

Fingerprints,
bloodstains, the works.

Will he keep his mouth shut?

Sure, but not forever.

If the police get
interested in your client,

he's going to have to tell
them what prints he found,

and what if the police start looking
for this car and check it themselves?

All I want is time.

Until you find Amelia Corning,

my client is way out on a limb.

Della, you and Paul take my
car. I'll meet in the morning.

What are you going to do?

Maybe I can find a movie
that's getting out just about now.

Come on, fellows, let's go.

Wait a minute, I
want to finish my malt.

Come on, fellows.

Well, of all the luck...

Hey, fellows. Fellows, would
you like to earn some money?

Yeah, sure.

I have an appointment
in the next block.

I'm late,

have to have this tire fixed.

Here, would $20 take care of it?

Twenty bucks, well.

Here's the keys to the trunk.

I want you to use the spare.

You better push it
into the curb first.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

- Come on, push.
- Come on, turn that wheel.

I'm turning, I'm turning. Okay.

Let's go.

Morning, Della...

Come in. Come in, Counselor.

I'm sorry to say that
your lovely secretary

has been detained
again at headquarters.

Why?

Last night we told
Lieutenant Anderson

everything we knew about
finding that man's body.

Yes, but you forgot to
mention certain matters

concerning the Corning Company,

and never once did you
mention Susan Fisher.

She's a client. That's
privileged information.

You have no right to ask.

Now, take it easy,
Perry. Take it easy.

We are asking Miss
Fisher a few questions,

and we thought it
might be a good idea

to ask Della some of the same
questions... from a different room.

That's all.

Tragg, this time
you're going too far.

And this time you'd better
be ready to defend yourself

for concealing evidence.

We know all about that car
Miss Fisher rented last night,

the one observed at
the scene of the crime,

the one you had
picked up later on.

All right, you've
located the car.

You're waiting for them to bring
it right up here into the office?

Nope.

I'm waiting for a phone call.

Perry, if we find that
you wiped that car off,

if you obliterated one
single fingerprint of it,

I'm warning you...

Oh, there.

Uh, may I?

No.

Uh...

Hello?

Hello... Yes, speaking.

That's right. Put him on.

Police laboratory?

That's right.

Hello, Joe?

You what? How many prints?

Oh, that can't be.

Skip it.

Something wrong, Lieutenant?

He says an army must have
played handball with that car.

We just threw out that evidence.

I came here to tell you that
we're booking Susan Fisher

for murder in the first degree,

Counselor.

Yes, from my examination
of the rock you hold there,

I'd say there's no doubt that
it's the instrument of murder.

There were not only bits
of skin tissue adhering to it,

but its conformation matches the
depressed area in the skull, as well.

Doctor, could this blow,
which killed Kenneth Lowry,

have been delivered by a woman?

Oh, yes.

Any woman of ordinary
strength could have done it,

yes, indeed.

Now, Mr. Campbell,

as I understand
what you've said,

the company of which
you are general manager

made regular remittances

to the Mojave Monarch
Mining Company

for the purpose of underwriting its
operation, payroll, and other expenses.

- Is that correct?
- That's right.

Could you tell us, sir,

how much money was
sent to the mining company,

that is, to Ken Lowry,
in the last year?

Yes, it was $207, 563.85.

And that figure would be reflected
in the books of your company?

Yes, but I wasn't personally
familiar with the mining operation.

Miss Corning, the owner
of all the companies,

was in the habit of
giving instructions

over the long distance
telephone from South America.

She got in touch
separately with Mr. Lowry

and gave him special orders,

told him how to handle
everything out at Mojave.

At least that's the
understanding I had.

Now, let's go back to
the matter of the shoebox,

which you learned about from
the defendant on the telephone.

Did she make an estimate

as to how many
hundred-dollar bills

were in the box
before it "disappeared"?

Yes, she said she guessed it contained
close to a couple hundred thousand dollars.

Did you have a conversation
with the decedent on that weekend?

Yes, I phoned Mr. Lowry
Sunday morning.

I told him there was something
fishy going on in the office

and I'd appreciate it if he didn't
discuss any company affairs with anyone.

In her position
as your secretary,

would the defendant have
known enough about the business

for her to deal separately with
Kenneth Lowry in some way?

Why, of course she would. She
was practically my financial assistant.

She handled many of the
subsidiary company records herself.

Thank you, Mr. Campbell.

I think that'll be all.

Your witness.

Mr. Campbell,

did Kenneth Lowry try
to get in touch with you

later that same day,
the day he was killed?

Yes, he did, as
a matter of fact.

Miss Dow, my son's governess,

said he called the house
and would call back later,

but he never did.

That was about 5:00, I think.

Now, concerning the
shoebox full of money,

You say you were
unable to find such a box

in the safe, where
the defendant left it?

That is right.

Was there anyone with you
when you went looking for it?

No.

Then it's only your word
against the word of the defendant.

Isn't that right?

So far, Mr. Mason,

it is my word against hers,

and so far, at least, I am
not accused of killing anyone

to cover my defalcations.

So far.

Oh, Mr. Campbell,

would you by an
chance happen to know

of the present whereabouts of
your employer, Miss Amelia Corning?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Now, Miss Dow, you say
that little Carlton Campbell

was carrying a shoebox

while you were driving the
boy downtown to get a haircut?

Yes, that's right.

Can you tell us, of your own
knowledge, what was in that shoebox?

Yes, I can.

How do you happen to
know what was inside it?

Well, after we were
in the automobile,

I took occasion to untie the
box when Carlton wasn't looking.

I knew he'd taken the
box from his father's closet,

and I thought I should
make sure what it was.

Well, naturally, in a
way, I felt responsible.

And would you tell us, please,
what you saw inside that shoebox?

A pair of black
patent-leather dress shoes

belonging to Mr. Campbell.

Thank you very much,
Miss Dow. Your witness.

You were driving
the car at the time?

I beg your pardon.

You were driving a car with an
energetic small boy in the front seat

and untying a box
at the same time.

I did it just before
we started the car.

You were able to untie
and look into that box

without the boy
even noticing it?

I tell you I looked, and I
saw nothing but shoes.

Did you stop anywhere,

leave the car at any time,

leave the boy at any time?

Absolutely no.

Well, not until he ran upstairs
to Miss Fisher's office, that is.

Before you left the house, then,

was there someone
else near the car?

Well, no, other than
the boy's own father

when he told us good-bye.

Amelia didn't expect me to
come up from South America,

but I thought she
might need looking after,

so I sent her a cable,

and I arrived about
4:30 in the afternoon.

I see.

Did you ever have any dealings
with a man named Kenneth Lowry?

I never heard of him
until after he was dead.

Now, one final question.

Defense counsel has
tried to make something

of the fact that no one knows just where
Amelia Corning is at the present time.

Does this concern you?

Not particularly, not yet.

Amelia's a whirling dervish.

She's always off somewhere.

Well, it concerns me, naturally.

I seem to be the one employee
of the Corning Company

who's made an effort to keep
in personal touch with the family

in South America.

Now, about the
decedent, Kenneth Lowry,

did you have a
conversation with him

that same Sunday afternoon?

I did.

He telephoned the
hotel about 5:30.

Sophia, Miss Elliot,

was dressing for
dinner at the moment,

so I answered the telephone.

What did Mr. Lowry say to you?

He asked for Miss Corning,

but, of course,
she wasn't there.

He said he'd keep trying.

Do you remember
any specific words

that Mr. Lowry used
in this conversation?

Well, he sounded angry.

He said he didn't want to get
blamed for things that weren't his fault.

He said if Miss Corning didn't
straighten things out herself,

then there'd be darn
well plenty of trouble.

Those were his
words, you understand.

Thank you, Mr. Gomez.

That'll be all.

Mr. Gomez, do your various
interests in the Corning Company

include knowledge
of the office safe?

I don't quite see what you're...

You know the combination
of the office safe?

I most certainly do not.

Well, yes, I examined
the rental car

for bloodstains
and fingerprints.

Mr. Abert, you're a
recognized expert in this field.

As a matter of fact, you sometimes
work for the police department,

but this examination you made
at the request of a private party.

Is that correct?

For Mr. Paul Drake,
a private investigator,

although I understand him to
be paid by Mr. Perry Mason.

And what were your
findings, Mr. Abert?

There were no bloodstains
on the automobile,

but there were
identifiable prints.

I later turned these
over to the police.

And were you able to recognize
whose prints these were?

Yes, we ran a comparison
test at headquarters.

There were the defendant's.

Her prints were on the steering
wheel, the dash, and one door handle.

And who else?

What other prints
were found in that car?

Those of the deceased.

You found the fingerprints
of Kenneth Lowry

in the car that was
rented to Susan Fisher,

and in which she was seen
driving to the scene of the crime?

That's right, sir,

full palm, right thumb,
three fingers of the left hand.

Thank you,
Mr. Abert. That'll be all.

Your witness.

Mr. Abert,

who asked you to make this knowledge
known to the proper authorities?

You did, Mr. Mason.

No further questions.

Just a moment, Mr. Abert.

Did Counsel ask you
to make this disclosure

before or after his
client was arrested?

After.

Thank you,
Mr. Abert. That'll be all.

Your Honor, this time I call
Carlota Aimes Jackson to the stand.

Well, late that afternoon,

I was in the alley behind
the Hotel Athenian.

See, I'm a maid there,

and I was getting off from duty.

Would you please tell us
what you saw in the alley?

A lady in a wheelchair,

an old lady.

She wore glasses,

and there was another
lady helping her into a car.

I didn't know it was
a lady at first glance

because, well, she
was wearing a man's hat

and a trench coat sort of thing.

Did you ever see
this other lady again?

Yes, in police
headquarters, in the lineup.

And who was this other lady

that you saw in the
hat and trench coat?

Do you know?

It was her,

the defendant there.

And the car that they
were getting out of,

did you ever see it again?

Yes, sir, at police
headquarters.

It was the one they was
getting the fingerprints out of.

Thank you. Your witness.

Miss Jackson, you say you
identified the defendant in the lineup.

Now, had you ever
seen her before that?

Well, n... I had a glimpse
of her once, maybe,

when they were taking
her up to the show-up room.

Had you ever seen a
picture of her before that?

Yes, the police
showed me one once

and asked me if that
was the lady I saw.

How many conversations have you
had with the police, Miss Jackson?

Well, several, I
think, maybe about...

As many as 10?

Well, maybe.

So you weren't quite positive

about what you had seen

when you were first interviewed.

Well, I keep
remembering details.

You know... you
know what I mean.

Then you weren't as positive in your
ninth conversation as you are now.

Of course I was.

Then why did you have
the 10th conversation?

I don't know.

Well, let's take the
eighth conversation.

Are you more positive
now than you were then?

Well, I guess,
maybe a little, but...

And what about the
seventh conversation?

More positive in the seventh
conversation than you were in the sixth?

- Well, maybe...
- More positive in the sixth
than you were in the fifth?

More positive in the fifth
than you were in the fourth?

More positive in the fourth
than you were in the third?

More positive in the third
than you were in the second?

More positive in the second
than you were in the first?

I think Perry made
that testimony look silly.

And I think maybe
his client's guilty.

Just suppose now...

Just suppose that Susan did
lure Amelia Corning out someplace

and disposed of her.

Heaven knows I
can't find the old dame,

and personally I think Burger is
laying the groundwork in this hearing

so later on he can try
Susan for two murders,

the old lady from whom
she was embezzling

and the guy that
knew too much about it.

Paul, why can't you
find the first woman

who impersonated Amelia?

Hired stooge? She could
be in Timbuktu by now.

It's the real one I bet
turns up dead any minute.

Give me the rest of what you
have there, would you, Paul?

Well, I checked in Mojave for
any phone calls made to Ken Lowry

before he came to L.A.

Any results?

Yeah, to hang your client.

There was a message
at his boardinghouse,

for him to call operator
67 in Los Angeles.

Later on he must have done it.

That operator traced it for us.

The call was placed
by a Miss Smith

from a public phone booth,

just around the corner from
Susan Fisher's apartment.

Paul, what about the rental car?

What about it?

Well, you jotted down the
mileage when you took the car out.

I noticed that between the
mileage in the company books

when Susan returned
the car and your figure,

there was nearly a
30-mile discrepancy.

Perry, I double-checked.

No one signed out for that car
between the time Susan had it

and the time I got it.

But if nobody else
signed it out, then...

Wait a moment.

Another way, another angle.

Paul, I want you to move fast.

You'll have to go out
to the car-rental agency,

then right down to court.

Now, here's what I
want you to find out.

May it please the Court,

before we decide whether to
offer any defense in this hearing,

I would like to recall a
prosecution witnesses.

Your Honor, I'll
have to object to that.

This is a favorite
trick of Counsel's.

We've already seen
how far he's willing to go

to delay the
investigation of this case.

I don't think that's
called for, Mr. Burger.

My only desire is to
clarify certain points

in evidence, Your Honor.

And which prosecution witness

do you require to make
this clarification, Mr. Mason?

Mr. Endicott Campbell.

Very well.

Mr. Campbell will
return to the stand.

But I've explained about that
box at least six times already.

You haven't yet explained

how the box came to be
in your son's possession.

Now, when you learned
from the defendant

the box contained money...

I learned nothing of the sort.

Susan told me it contained
the money. That's all.

Why do you think for a
moment that I'd allow my son

to play games with shoeboxes if I
were hiding money in the house?

Then why did you take
your son out of town

Saturday afternoon
to stay with friends?

I beg your pardon.

Take him where he wouldn't
be available for questioning,

as you weren't
available, Mr. Campbell,

when my investigator went looking
for you and your son the next day.

My son is seven years old.

Can't you understand that when I realized
there was obviously going to be trouble,

that something had been going on in
the firm that I didn't know anything about,

my first thought was to get
him away from all this upset?

Haven't you the
sense to realize...

The witness will refrain
from personal remarks.

Counselor, I think the
manner of your questioning...

Your Honor, I'll have no
more questions of this witness.

If I may be allowed a moment?

Very well, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Campbell, you may step down.

Your Honor, I would like to
request a two-hour recess.

Just a moment, Mr. Mason.

You badgered this last witness

for apparently no other
purpose than to use up time.

For this court to tolerate
any further delay...

Just a moment, Mr. Burger.

Your Honor, we now have
evidence I would like to examine.

We will then offer that evidence

in pleading a case
for the defense.

All right, I see
no real objection.

Court is recessed
until 4:00 this afternoon.

Perry, will you,
for Pete's sake,

tell us why we're here
and where we're going?

Apartment 308.

Tragg, we figured
the only person

who could take a rental
car out without a record of it

would be an employee
of the rental agency.

And this dame's a typist there,

and we're right around the corner
from Susan Fisher's apartment.

Miss Cindy Hastings?

What do you want?

I'm very busy, and I...

My little dog has
been ill, and I...

Tragg, if you were to see
Miss Hastings in a wheelchair,

complete with gray wig
and wearing glasses,

Break it in.

Go on in, Sergeant.

Tragg, listen.

Help.

Help me.

Oh, help.

Well, who in the name of...

I'd say Amelia Corning,

the first Miss Corning,
the real Miss Corning.

They... They kept
giving me something.

I can't move.

You're all right, lady.

We'll take you to a hospital.

But who are they?

Tragg, I think
it's quite simple.

One of the witnesses
on the stand lied,

had to lie, I guess.

If I just found that
woman, she'll tell us.

Cindy?

You shouldn't leave
the door open like that.

Cindy.

I believe your accomplice ran
out the back way, Miss Dow.

I've always been Amelia Corning.

I'm strictly an
original, Mr. Mason.

I'm glad you at least
realized who the imposter was.

Well, I didn't really,

not until the second
Amelia Corning disappeared.

It was right after that cable
saying your relative, Sophia Elliot,

would be arriving at any moment.

It occurred to me

that the cable would scare
only an imposter into running.

It was Elizabeth who
set up the whole thing,

like last year.

It was Cindy who called Ken
Lowry and gave him his instructions.

For a whole year
he cashed checks

and sent them to
a post-office box

here in Los Angeles.

Miss Dow's mistake
was to take that money

and hide it in a shoebox.

Can you imagine her shock

when she found
out that little Carlton

had gotten it mixed up
with his father's treasure?

I took that box out
of the safe, dear,

when you were out of
the office for a moment.

It's still in the hotel
manager's safe,

where I left it.

Which, of course, is why
Miss Dow could never find it.

I imagine she had a
couple of shocks that day.

First, she thought she
had protected herself

by kidnapping you
from the railroad station

before you could
start off from Mojave,

but then Ken Lowry
called the Campbell home,

and she realized he
was going to talk so much

that she and her friend
Cindy would still be caught.

Everything they did, they
did out of sheer desperation.

They arranged a
meeting with Lowry,

tried to buy him off,

he wouldn't play,

so they killed him.

And Mr. Campbell,

he had nothing to do with it.

He was really just a
good, honest businessman.

Now, how could he be
a good businessman?

He didn't even believe
his own secretary.

Hallelujah, dear.
We'll fire him.

Hallelujah.

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