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Thank you.

Here you are, son.
Keep the change.

You know, maybe we should
have telephoned from Kansas City.

Nonsense.

It wouldn't be a
surprise if I told Everett

I decided to fly out with you.

Oh, come on, now, Ivy.

Fess up.

You can't tell me that
you came all this long way

just to surprise your husband.

Well, with Everett staying here

every time he comes
west on business,

the least I can do is
say thank you to Mona.

Yes.

And perhaps get a glimpse
of that man she married, huh?

Oh.

Lottie, wouldn't you be curious.

To have a sculptor
in the family.

And such a famous one.

Well, all I can say
is it's a blessing

that that poor little niece of
yours finally caught somebody.

Oh, now, it was
never Mona's fault.

She's just born
innocent, that's all.

And after getting burned

by that awful
continental person.

But Hannibal is so
different, she says,

and so nice to her.

And I also hear he's steadfast.

♪ Who put the overalls in
Mrs. Murphy's chowder? ♪

♪ Nobody answered, so
he shouted all the louder ♪

Well, my goodness.

Dickens! Answer the door!

Ainsley, I can't stop
you from opposing me

at the meeting today,
but let me remind you

that I have guided Stanton
Press for over 18 years and...

Oh, Hannibal, for
heaven's sakes!

"Misguided?"

I fail to be amused.

As long as the
faithful stockholders,

good sound women
like Lottie Porter and...

Oh, all right, all right.

Old biddies, if you like.

But, Ainsley, as long as
they support my policies...

Everett.

As long as they... Lottie.

Ivy!

Well, I'll have to call
you back, old chap.

Yes, yes, I mean, I'll see
you at the meeting, old boy.

Bye.

Hello, Everett, dear.

Ivy, what on earth? Yes.

I decided not to stay
home this time, Everett.

Lottie said that she'd like
some company on the trip, so...

Oh, but you know how busy I am.

And Lottie will have to be
at the stockholders meeting.

Well, you just go
about your work.

I'll stay at Lottie's hotel
and just keep out of the way.

Maybe gossip a little with Mona.

Oh, but Mona's not here.

She's, uh, she's
gone out of town.

Old friend very ill in Seattle.

Oh, dear.

But-but, Everett, the meeting.

If Mona's not going to be
here, what about your election?

Oh, I have Mona's proxies,
don't you worry about that.

We'll keep those rascals out
of Stanton Press, never fear.

Well, while you two tycoons
are tycooning, perhaps I could just

gossip a little with
Mona's husband, then.

Oh, Hannibal's not here, either.

I mean, uh, no.

You see, when he's busy,
he just won't be disturbed.

And Hannibal's
very busy just now.

He's so busy, you know, works
so hard, so conscientious...

Mr. Hannibal Harvey live here?

Who's calling, please?

Just tell him Mr. Whitey.

Would you come in.

I-I mean, uh... Oh, blast it.

Telephone. Excuse me.

Ivy, you know what your
husband is sometimes?

He's an old biddy.

Come on.

- Let's go up anyway.
- All right.

Let's do it.

The singing was
up here, wasn't it?

Yes, yes, it was.

Mona must have fixed up
the old library for Hannibal.

Oh, really? Oh.

She has lovely taste, you know.

Yes, well.

- Shh.
- Now, this way?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Oh, Hannibal!

Sit still, you ticklish cow!

Hannibal, be sweet.

If you don't sit still,

I promise you I'll
cut you out of my will!

Oh.

Madame, would you
please close the door?

There's a draft!

Oh, that's all right, sweet.

- I don't mind.
- "Sweet"?

Out, out, out!

This is no place to collect for
the Temperance League. Out!

Excuse me, sir.

Well, what is it?!

There's a Mr. Whitey
to see you, sir.

Whitey? Why didn't
you say so before.

Excuse me, girls.

Oh, thank you.

That's-that's Mona's husband?

That's right, dearie.

That's Hannibal.

Isn't he sweet?

Setting gold, of
course, not platinum.

Hurry up, old boy.

Will you hurry up?

- This all there is?
- Uh, no, no.

There's, uh, there's
something over here.

Yes, how about this
diamond thing, hmm?

Ah, yes.

This, too, is your
own wife's, I take it?

Yes, yes.

Perhaps if she could
locate some other items.

She's out of town, I told you.

And keep your voice down.

Come along.

Don't be so nervous, Everett.

After all, it's only a
stockholders meeting.

Now, on our yearly report,
Lottie, you'll notice that

textbook sales are up slightly,

but the publication of
hymnals has dropped.

Of course, I'm sure it's
nothing to worry about.

It's like a cattle drive
through Grand Central Station.

Now, how much?

You only want to borrow
on your wife's jewelry?

Certainly. I don't
want to upset her.

All I want is a loan
for a couple of days,

and I'll find some way
of bailing them out.

Now, how much?

Well, Mr. Harvey, I'd say four,

maybe five with the
necklace thrown in.

Splendid! You're a
prince and a scholar, sir.

Now, could I, could I
possibly have it right now?

$500? Yes, I can.

$500? Why, you
sneaky little thief.

But, Mr. Harvey, some of
this is only costume jewelry.

And a liar to boot!

That's what you are.
Now, listen here...

But that's all that
anyone would loan you...

Out, you two-toed little pygmy!

Mr. Harvey! Mr. Harvey!

Get out of my wife's house now!

All right, ladies,
we can go now.

Out! Out, you! Out!

Everett, don't you dare go.

- I want to talk to you.
- But, Mr. Harvey...

Out, you spammy little toad!

- Out, out, out, out.
- Yes.

- Everett.
- Uh, Hannibal,

the meeting starts
in less than an hour.

Splendid, splendid.
Now, I need some money.

Oh, oh, of course, of course.

Yes, I can let you
have 20 or... $10,000.

Huh?

Oh, uh, go on, Ivy dear, go on.

- I'll meet you in the car.
- Look, be a good man

and just write
out a check to me.

And don't ask any
questions, huh?

I don't have $10,000.

That, uh, fussy little dodo
over there is your wife, isn't she?

- Maybe she could...
- Oh, Hannibal.

Of all the times for you to...

Yes, yes, yes, yes, I know.

I've spent my allowance.

Now, look, you
run Mona's affairs.

All you've got
to do is... No! No.

I can't take $10,000 for...

What sort of trouble
are you in, anyway?

I thought I'd get
me a glass of milk.

Okay, Hannibal?

Her.

But you gave her $1,000
the other day, didn't you?

Bonnie's grandmother
needed some teeth, that's all.

Now, look, this is urgent.

I need that money, but
I cannot write to Mona...

Well, it's about
time you understood

that our business
is urgent, too.

Stanton Press.

I'll get you an
apple, okay, sweet?

And for heaven's sakes,

get some clothes
on that creature.

Oh, are you leaving
already, ladies?

This is the kind of a
day that makes you

just want to stay at home
in the garden and dig.

You know what I mean?

- "In the garden and dig."
- Everett...

No, Hannibal, I can't help you!

Good-bye!

Now, Everett, watch your temper.

Pipsqueak!

Gee, did I say something?

The whole world
is full of pipsqueaks!

And you know why? Money.

People were people
until some idiot decided

to paint chicken feed green.

Isn't that funny?

Green never bothered me.

And now the whole world is
full of pipping and squeaking.

- Excuse me, sir.
- What is it?

While you were upstairs, there
was a telephone call for you.

Who was it?

He wouldn't give his name.

Had a rather odd
accent, I thought.

Said he would call back.

Oh.

All right, Dickens.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Uh, a glass of milk
for you, too, maybe?

Bonnie, dear Bonnie.

No, it would stick in my craw.

$10,000?

Why, yes, Mona, that
does seem excessive.

For a piece of marble, you say?

Carrara marble.

The maid here took the
message just a few minutes ago.

And why the office
should call me here

all the way in
Seattle, I-I don't know.

But it was Rex Ainsley's
secretary, I guess.

And for some reason, she
thought I should know that Hannibal

has asked for $10,000
from my drawing account.

In order to buy marble;
yes, I understand that.

But what do you want me to do?

Well, you know,
Hannibal's such a baby.

About money matters, I mean.

Well, I just am afraid he's
being stung again, Perry.

You should see the way
he'll empty his pockets

for anyone who asks.

It's one of the things I
love so much about him.

And one of the reasons
his allowance is overdrawn.

Oh, that ridiculous allowance.

That was his idea, you know.

He was so worried about
marrying a wealthy woman.

Well, anyway, I
tried to reach him,

but he's apparently
already left the house.

And you want me to keep
him from being swindled.

All right, Mona, don't worry.

Oh, no, I'm not worried.

It's just, well, I'll be up
here for several more days.

And, well, my friend
isn't really that sick,

but Hannibal said there's no
reason for me to come home

as long as he's so busy working.

So... well, I...
That's all, I guess.

There's nothing
more I can do for you?

No, I... well, I just
didn't want my baby

to be cheated at
marbles, that's all.

Bye-bye, Perry.

Yeah, sure, sure.

I-I sell to Hannibal Harvey.

Some Carrara
marble, I believe it is.

Yeah, that's right.

I got the finest stone
here in the west, you know.

All the sculptors,
they only buy from me.

And that Hannibal...

he's got the finest
taste of them all.

The finest.

Only, right now, he's a bum.

What do you mean he's a bum?

What do I mean?
He's carving in wood.

Wood!

Making statues for termites.

Oh, he's a great
little joker, that guy.

- Don't you think so?
- Joker?

Look, mister, he hasn't bought

any stone from me in
over six, seven months.

No $10,000 order for...?

I got all excited
about that, too.

No. And he's not going
to order any, either.

I checked with his model the
minute that dame telephoned me.

Some dame telephoned
you about this?

Yeah.

Looks like today we're
all getting our legs pulled.

I don't know who that dame was.

Someone's secretary
or something.

That's-that's all I know.

Wait, wait, Mr. Harvey,
you can't go in there.

There's a stockholders
meeting that just...

All right, then,
give me the check.

You were supposed
to have it ready.

I phoned you, didn't I?

But Mr. Ainsley said...

What difference does that make?

Look here, this is
Mona's company,

that's an emergency
checking account,

and I am Mona's husband.

Now, where is the check?!

Mr. Harvey, please.

I know we could
usually accommodate...

Hear, hear, what's
going on out here?

Hannibal, it's good to see you.

Hello, Rex, look,
I-I'm, I'm sorry

for barging in on
your secretary like this.

It's the check for his marble.

Oh, yes, of course, well,
I am sorry about that.

She acts as if there's something
wrong with me using marble.

Oh, no, no, that's
none of our business.

It's just that Everett's
given instructions, that's all.

Instructions about what?

Stockholders meeting, you
know, books open for inspection.

I've frozen all the
accounts for a few days.

Well, I don't know
anything about business,

- but it seems to me...
- Now, look here, Hannibal,

if you need a little
money on the Q.T.,

perhaps I could cosign
a loan or something.

What's wrong, is that
cute little model of yours

kicking up her heels?

Oh, for crying out loud.

Hannibal, I was only kidding.

You and me... We
understand each other.

Don't mess with the
old fuddy-duddies.

Ainsley, Rex.

They're waiting in there
for the rest of your report.

Call on me, kid, anytime.

I thought I asked you
not to make any trouble.

I didn't make any trouble.

Don't you know
what that bird's up to?

He's trying to get
control of the company.

He'll use any trick
he can think of.

Now, listen here, I didn't
do anything wrong in there.

That's why I've
stopped everything.

No one can even pay
a bill right now but me.

Good, good for you.

And if you give Ainsley
one piece of ammunition,

one whiff of scandal
about the Stanton family...

Why do you think I was so
upset about Lottie Porter seeing

that Bonnie person of yours
traipsing around the house?

Don't you understand?

Mona only owns
32% of Stanton Press,

and unless I keep
the rest of it in line...

Now, listen, sonny boy,

don't you imagine I'm
thinking of Mona, too?

This is a straitlaced
old Bible-publishing firm.

It's going to stay
that way, understand?

No matter how many crazy
sculptors get married to the...

Mr. Stanton, please,
they're calling you.

Yes, yes, uh...

Straitjacket, prison.

That's what it is...
Paupers' prison.

Live in a castle and
you can't raise a dime,

not even... five cents.

Oh, you know, I-I should
have hauled Mona out

of this benighted
place long ago.

But, Hannibal, a woman
likes security, y-y-you know,

a home and things like that.

Take me, for instance.

I'm not going to model
for the rest of my life.

I mean, a career in the
arts is one thing, but...

Bonnie, Bonnie, eat your
apple, there's a good girl.

- Will you?
- Sure.

You see, the whole trouble
is, they're afraid of me.

They're afraid that
I'd give 'em a fat eye.

Nobody trusts me, not
one single, solitary person

in this entire family of dodos.

Mona does.

And remember, don't spit
your seeds on the floor, will you?

But, but I was
just saying that...

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, Dickens, I'm on.

You can get off now.

Hello.

Well, I'm sorry, but he's
in conference right now.

If I may know whom
is calling, I can take...

Mr. No... No what?

Hello, hello.

Nonno Volente at your
service again, Mr. Harvey.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, I know.

Look, I-I'm terribly sorry

I didn't get to call
you back sooner.

Uh, there's been a, um,
slight delay about the money.

You mean... no
offense intended...

As the husband of Mona Stanton,
$10,000 creates such a problem?

Oh, really.

Problem?

No, of course not, no, no.

Uh, no, look, if you, uh,

if you could give me a day
or two, I'm sure that I can...

And I am sure
that in a day or two,

you will be
regretting this delay.

Now, as a gentleman
I have done my duty.

It would pain me
to take the money

from the other
party I mentioned,

but you see, I have these
nagging gambling debts

and I myself have
only until this evening.

Now, just, just a minute,
now, look, I'm sure that I can...

By this evening...
Did you hear me?

And I'm sure we
shall all feel better

if your charming wife is
spared the ugly alternative, huh?

If you'll only give
me... Tonight, I said.

Bloodsucker.

Uh, well, anyway,
as I started to say,

Mona sure does trust
you, so you don't have...

Dear heart, will you
take your apple and...?

Well, I, I already
done everything with it.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
wait, wait, wait a minute,

wait a minute,
that's it, of course.

Ha-ha, yes, Mona trusts me,

but Everett doesn't and
he's the lad with the money.

- Oh, I tell you.
- Huh?

This is going to be delicious.

Hannibal, Hannibal.

Really, Hannibal.

Oh, I tell you, Mona would enjoy
this as much as I have, I think.

Oh, those old biddies.

Did I say something?

Did you say some...?

Bonnie, you're a
genius, you're a marvel,

you're an intellect, you...

You can write, can't you?

What?

Why, Hannibal, I don't
think that's very nice.

Lovely, lovely.

Now, then, let me see.

Everett wanted a
black sheep, did he?

Well, he's going to get one.

Here, take this, take this.

You want me to write something?

Yes, yes, something short,
sweet, and to the point.

Let me see.

"Dear Hannibal."

Uh, well, I usually call
you "Hannibal sweet."

Do you?

All right, then, very
well, put that down.

Uh, "Hannibal sweet..."

Oh, uh, um, you
know, this is a favor

I'll, I'll never
forget, you know.

I mean, this is a favor
we'll both forget afterwards,

won't we, huh?

Oh, I-I'd do anything
you say, I guess.

All right, then do your worst.

Now, let me see.

"Hannibal sweet."

Well, write it, write it,

- put it down, put it down.
- Yeah, uh-huh, write it.

"Hannibal sweet,

unless you give me
$10,000 by tonight..."

Uh... n-not so fast, I...

- "Unless you give me $10,000..."
- "Han... ni... bal..."

- "...by tonight in cash..."
- "...sweet..."

"the whole world will
come to a shattering end."

"The world will know
of our relationship

and how you made me
a slave to your charms..."

What, what does
she think she's doing?

Your relationship?

Hannibal, why didn't
you show me this sooner?

Well, I-I don't know, I
had hoped to have...

Never mind, I understand,

and I'm sorry for the nasty
things I've said about you.

Oh, no, no, that's all right.

If they were true,
I-I deserved them.

I never dreamed it had
gone as far as blackmail.

Why, the cheap, little...

No, no, no, Everett,
you must understand

that artists are no
good, none of us are.

Yes, yes, but...

But I-I promise you
this... I won't hurt Mona.

And I guess I, I was
thinking of the company,

Lottie Porter, Rex
Ainsley, and the stock,

but, good heavens, if
anyone gets wind of this...

Hannibal, I'll get that money
for you if I have to steal it.

Yes.

♪ Who threw the overalls ♪

♪ In Mrs. Murphy's chowder? ♪

♪ Nobody answered ♪

♪ So he hollered
all the louder ♪

♪ It's an Irish
trick that's true ♪

♪ I can lick the
Mick that threw ♪

♪ The overalls in Mrs.
Murphy's chowder. ♪

What are you doing,
creeping around here?

I came in the back way.

I didn't want Dickens to
know we're up to anything.

Oh, Hannibal, this is the last
time I pull you out of a hole.

Spare me the lecture, please.

Did you get the money and
did you bring it over to Bonnie's?

I sent it over to her apartment
by insured messenger.

- Good.
- I instructed the messenger

to get a signed receipt.

I told you, one must be
businesslike about these things.

That's the trouble with
you, Hannibal, you don't...

No, no, now you've saved
the family name again, Everett.

You're a prince among men.

Here, let me shake
your hand, old boy.

Yes, well, I think I'll
go out and get a beer

on the strength of that.

Beer?

Oh, Hannibal, how can
you be so immorally callous?

I'm warning you, the
next time you get mixed up

- in anything, the next...
- Oh, relax, relax, it's all over.

Now, all's well that ends well.

Oh, yes, yes, you can say that.

I'm the one who will have
to face the stockholders.

You're the one that's
going to get to Heaven.

Wouldn't be a bit surprised

if you got elected
to the board, too.

- The board?
- Don't forget that, huh?

Uh, huh?

♪ Nobody answered ♪

♪ So he hollered
all the louder ♪

♪ It's an Irish
trick that's true. ♪

- Ah, good evening, Dickens.
- Good evening, sir.

Oh, incidentally, you
needn't wait up for me, hmm?

Thank you, sir.

- Oh, sir.
- What?

Shouldn't I take Mrs. Harvey's
luggage up to her room?

What are you talking about?

She's in Se...

Sorry you didn't
tell me, sir, that

Mrs. Harvey was
returning this evening.

I wouldn't have gone
out on my errands.

If the maid across the street
hadn't mentioned the taxi...

What taxi?

The taxi Mrs. Harvey arrived in.

She arrived in a taxi?

But she went out again.

That was some time ago.

I thought perhaps you'd seen
the bags and that you knew.

No, I-I didn't know, I...

Uh... go on to
bed, Dickens, huh?

Thank you, sir.

Everett!

Everett, come on down here!

What on earth are you up to now?

What did you do with that note?

- The note?
- Yes, the note.

Oh, oh, yes, the
note... I left it in here.

You see, I was still a
little suspicious of you...

The, the writing...

Until I found something
else that Bonnie had written.

I crumpled it up and
I left it right on the...

All right, all
right, where is it?

Well, I, I thought I
left it on the desk here.

It's not here.

Yeah, you...

Bonnie.

Bonnie, Hannibal.

Bonnie, my wife just got...

Everyone's got suitcase...

What's this?

Oh, no, you're not.

You're not going anyplace,
Bonnie, not with all that money.

Bonnie.

Bonnie, where are you?

Bonnie.

No.

B-But Bonnie... No,
it, it was a-a joke.

All it was was a joke.

The young woman makes
her demands rather clear,

doesn't she?

"$10,000 in cash by tonight."

It was crumpled.

I, I-I wouldn't
even have seen it

except that I always look at
my mail when I first get home.

Your husband wasn't at home?

I don't know where he is.

I, uh...

Well, this note from
Bonnie caught my eye, and...

she has such unusual
handwriting, so I read it,

and my taxi was still outside,

and, well, the first
thing I thought of

was to come to you for help.

I just can't understand
it... That sweet little girl.

Paul Drake can handle Bonnie.

I'm worried about
you and Hannibal.

Oh, Perry, I've
always trusted him so...

Well, not about money
matters, of course,

but money's not important.

As Hannibal says, money
is just stupid chicken feed

that stupid people...

Mona, I wouldn't
jump to conclusions

on the sole basis of this note.

Oh, I'm not.

No, I-I'd just like to
find him, that's all, and...

I know, you were
upset this morning

when we talked on the phone.

No, no, I wasn't.
Really, really I wasn't.

The only reason I came
back from Seattle is...

is that my friend
was so much better.

And you wanted to
save your marriage.

Oh, Perry... please
find him quickly.

That could be Paul.

Hello?

Yes, she is.

I'll take the message.

Uh, just a moment.

It's a man named Ainsley.

He wants to know if you ever
gave Hannibal the combination

to the office safe.

$10,000 taken right
out of this little box.

You can check the
balance slip for yourself.

How did you discover
the loss, Mr. Ainsley?

I dropped by a short while ago

to do some night work on
the stockholders business.

Miles behind.

Was a janitor
working down the hall.

He said he thought
I was already here.

He'd heard someone
come in earlier,

using a door key and all that,

and, uh, he didn't
pay any attention.

- Would you care for a drink?
- No, thank you.

Then when I opened the
safe to get one of my ledgers...

I understand.

The money was gone, and
you immediately concluded

that it could only have been
taken by Hannibal Harvey.

That's obvious.

A man who doesn't even
work for Stanton Press.

Well, I was certainly aware
Hannibal was looking for money.

Hannibal couldn't hope
to make proper notations

in the books tomorrow morning,

since I assume the cash
belonged to a different fund...

Your printing company's
payroll, or something like that.

Mr. Mason, I only
asked the question.

You say Mona didn't give
Hannibal the combination

to the safe, so that's that.

'Cause there are no more
than two or three people

who have that combination.

You didn't bother
to check the obvious.

Your employer, for example,

who has a perfect
right to come in here.

Everett?

Well, I didn't
want to bother him.

His wife's in town.
He's probably busy.

Very thoughtful
of you, Mr. Ainsley.

All right, I'll call
him right away.

If this isn't robbery,

I don't see any reason
to make a thing out of it.

I agree.

I merely wondered why you were.

You seem quite eager
to incriminate Hannibal.

You had your secretary check
on that marble order, for instance.

Now, see here.

You think I'm just trying
to make trouble, don't you?

Yes, I keep my eye on things.

Lots of things.

This company is
stuck in the mud!

The Stantons won't
even publish paperbacks!

They won't even
go in for reprints!

Yes, yes, of course, I'd like

to blow things wide
open, and if it weren't for...

Yes?

It's for you.

Thank you.

Hello?

Perry, I'm at Bonnie
Dunbar's apartment.

And Andy's sort of
leaning over my shoulder.

Andy?

Paul, what's...?

Oh, I see.

All right, Paul. Thanks.

It would seem that you now
have what you wanted, Mr. Ainsley.

The money was delivered,
all right, but it was gone.

Just the empty
envelope in another room.

Not with her body.

Has Andy ruled
out simple robbery?

$10,000 is enough temptation
to make someone a thief.

It's always a possibility.

Of course, a lot depends on
who knew Bonnie had the money.

But look, Perry... I know, Paul.

Only glad your boys
had at least a head start

in looking for Hannibal.

Police doctor says
death was caused

by a blunt instrument, maybe
half an hour before I got there.

What was that business
about the telephone receiver?

Well, the cord was
wrapped around her arm,

but the main struggle
was in the living room.

Looks as if she broke loose,
ran in there to grab the phone,

then got hit from behind
before she had a chance

to call for help.

Yeah?

Oh, fine, Tompkins. Thanks.

Just spotted Hannibal at a
bar called the Potted Penguin.

I was just going to call you.

The money... you've got it?

Well, you were just
going to call me, were you?

I'm only a couple of hours late,

but you were just
going to call me, eh?

Well, I knew I could
depend on you.

What do you mean, you
knew you could depend on me?

You've got the money
already, haven't you?

You've been up there.

You've been in Bonnie's
apartment, haven't you?

- Well, haven't you?!
- Stop that! Stop it!

Mr. Harvey, there's
something you should know.

Now, please, you
must listen to me!

Oh, you bet your
life I'll listen to you.

Now talk, come on!

Please! Not here! Please!

Fellow with a beard who
came in a few minutes ago.

Where is he?

Right out there.

Hi.

I think it's about time

I had a little talk
with you, Mr. Harvey.

I think so, too, Mr. Mason.

There's something
that you should know. I...

Can we go to your office?

Okay, call me if you
get anything else.

Well, make yourself
at home, Lieutenant.

Sorry, Perry, but, uh,
this is Mr. Harvey, isn't it?

I'm Lieutenant
Anderson, Homicide.

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

Well, it's a long
story, Lieutenant.

See, I had this plan
for raising $10,000

by having my model blackmail me.

I went to her apartment
a little while ago

to pick up the money...

Hannibal, you should
tell this to me first.

What difference does it
make? It's me they want.

They're going to
arrest me anyway.

Maybe you ought to know
we've already arrested

the prime suspect in the
murder case of Bonnie Dunbar.

Who is it, Andy?

This gentleman's wife...
Mona Stanton Harvey.

Hannibal.

Oh, darling.

Take it easy,
darling. Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Everything is
going to be all right.

- I didn't...
- It is, I promise you.

I didn't kill her. I didn't!

Of course you didn't.
Now why would you?

She was a friend of yours.

You certainly never could
have believed that crazy note.

No. No, no, no, I didn't.

I don't even know how I could
have been curious, or... or even

wanted to go see her.

Hannibal, I failed you.

You failed me?

Oh, darling, no, no, no, no.

Mona, Hannibal says

the man for whom he
was obtaining the money,

- Nonno Volente...
- Hmm?

Was romantically involved
with you at one time.

Oh, Volente?

Oh, yes.

The continental charmer.

Oh, did he take me in!

He had these letters
of yours, darling.

Letters? My letters?

He told your husband he would
sell them to a scandal magazine

unless he was paid $10,000.

Oh.

I should have strangled
him right then and there.

But I-I didn't want
you to know, darling.

I didn't want you
to be upset again.

You know what kind
of a story it would make.

"Owner of the Stanton Press,

"dignified ladies'
editor involved

in a blackmail scandal."

Oh, darling, there
wasn't anything

that bad in those letters.

I know, I know.

And anyway, what do I care
about the old fuddy-duddies?

As long as you love me.

I do.

How could you ever believe a...?

Oh, Hannibal, listen to us.

Shh.

I think you'd better
listen to me, Mona.

Oh, Perry.

You're angry with
me, aren't you,

for letting you think
that I went straight

to your office after
I found the note?

It would have helped slightly

if you'd told me you'd
been to Bonnie's apartment,

and that you knew she was dead.

Well, I... I had to
be absolutely sure

that Hannibal was
in the clear first.

You see... Go on.

Well, when I got
there, I-I knocked,

and nobody answered the door,

but the door was open,

so, I-I just walked in.

There was money
all over the floor,

and then I saw into the bedroom.

Shh, darling.

When-when I got there a little
later, all the money was gone.

There was just an
empty envelope.

Sorry, Mr. Harvey.

Sorry.

- Oh.
- Oh, darling.

I'll be back in a minute.

Does that help?

Oh, a little, maybe.

First it was Bonnie...

That-that nice, harmless,
brainless little child.

It was my fault.

I got her into that
mess, you know, Perry.

And now...

Now it's my wife
that's blamed for it.

And I couldn't even make
a good job of confessing it!

Hannibal, think for a moment.

In the first place,

perhaps Bonnie wasn't as nice
and as harmless as she seemed.

What?

Well, unless it
was simple robbery.

Someone had to have
a reason to kill her.

But why would
anyone want to kill her?

We'll get to the why later.

The question now is, who?

Mr. Stanton, you
heard the testimony

of the handwriting expert

that the decedent
wrote this blackmail note.

Yes. Yes, I compared
it myself that night.

There was an IOU to the cook

that Bonnie had
written for some apples.

It was lying there
on the desk, too.

I see.

But after seeing
the blackmail note,

you apparently went down
and broke into the company safe

to raise the money
for Mr. Harvey.

I didn't break into the safe.

As the executive
publisher of Stanton Press,

I set aside the $10,000,

intending to replace it

from my personal
fund the next morning.

I see. And why didn't you
report it to Mrs. Harvey?

Well, I thought she
was still in Seattle.

Anyway, good heavens, I
wouldn't have wanted, uh,

Mona to know about
Hannibal and that creature.

Really? Didn't she
know about her already?

I... I don't understand.

Mr. Stanton, you just referred

to the decedent, Bonnie Dunbar,

as "that creature."

Now, did you ever
make similar remarks

in front of your
niece, the defendant?

Well, I may have commented
on certain indecorum

that existed in front of
the servants, that's all.

Oh, come, come,
Mr. Stanton. Isn't it true

that that remark of yours

and certain similar
remarks by other people

caused Mona Stanton Harvey

to hire a private detective
to check up on her husband?

You're twisting that!

I'm sure it was
to satisfy herself

by disproving the
gossip that she hired him.

Only as a precaution.

Just tell us what you
know, please, Mr. Stanton.

I do not know anything
about any detective.

You don't know that three
nights before the murder,

there was a rendezvous at the
Stanton beach house in Trancas?

You don't know that the private
detective reported on this fact

to the defendant by
telephone in Seattle?

Objection, Your Honor.

Objection sustained.

Mr. Burger, you are not
here to give testimony.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

The detective's testimony
will be introduced later.

I-I simply said that
Mona had received a...

a long-distance telephone call,

and seemed upset
by it, that's all.

Afterwards, she told me it
was from a-a private detective.

My goodness, there's
nothing the matter with that.

It was upsetting
enough for poor Mona

to have to come all
the way to Seattle

for my sake at a time like that.

At a time like what, Mrs. Banks?

In your direct testimony,

- you implied that...
- No!

No, I-I didn't mean
to imply anything.

It was just that when
Mr. Burger asked

if Mona trusted her husband...

You stated that you'd seen
Mona crying several times

in your home in Seattle.

Well, yes, but...

she could've been crying
for any number of reasons.

Exactly.

You'd been quite ill,
hadn't you, Mrs. Banks?

Mona was exhausted from
caring for you, wasn't she?

You never actually heard her
say one word suggesting anything

but affection for both her
husband and his model?

Of course not!

Of course I didn't!

Or that she was suspicious
of their relationship.

No. Never.

Thank you, Mrs. Banks.

It was just that I'd never
seen Mona cry before.

I mean, she always
holds everything in so.

Just because I'm so terribly
suspicious of my own husband,

I didn't mean to imply
that she was of hers.

I mean, I didn't
mean to imply...

Of course, Mrs. Banks.

And the truth is, Mona
merely left your house

and returned to Los
Angeles without explanation.

Yes.

Well, y-yes!

Isn't that what I said?

But I don't know when
Mrs. Harvey returned home.

You see, I was
busy that evening,

and when I returned I
discovered her luggage,

and I realized that she'd
come home and gone out again

during my absence.

Did you ever see this before?

I'm not in the habit of
reading other people's mail.

Mail, Mr. Dickens?

I asked you if you ever saw this
crumpled piece of paper before.

I... did notice a crumpled piece
of paper somewhat like that

on the desk in the study.

Caught my eye, you know?

One little thing out of place.

Ours is a very tidy house.

But you didn't pick up this
crumpled piece of paper?

I had to go out, I tell
you, for several hours.

The maid across the
street can corroborate.

- And you never saw the paper again?
- No.

Obviously, Mrs. Harvey
saw it when she came home,

and took it with
her when she left.

You are the messenger
who picked up $10,000

in front of the
Stanton Press offices?

I picked up a package
from that man there.

And what did you
do with the package?

Well, I had a few
other stops to make,

but then I delivered to
the address he'd given me.

And you delivered it to Miss
Bonnie Dunbar personally

and had her sign for it?

- Yes, sir.
- Very well, then.

Since you may have been
the last person to see her alive,

would you recall for us, please,

any details that you remember?

Well... she spoke fast.

Seemed real jumpy.

She asked me if I was
heading back downtown,

asked if I could
maybe give her a ride.

- And what did you answer?
- I said, "Lady, I got nothing

but a motorcycle... Why
don't you call a cab?"

She shut the door, and I left.

And that was all
there was to it,

you just got on your
motorcycle and rode away?

Oh, no. As I was coming out,

I seen this cab make
a drop. I went out

to try to flag it down for
her, but I was too late.

By "making a drop," you
mean letting out a passenger.

Now, did you see the
passenger who got out there?

Uh-huh.

And is that person in
this courtroom today?

Yes, she is.

It was that lady, right there.

The position of the telephone?

Well, the telephone cord

was wrapped around
the decedent's arm.

It looked as if she was
trying to call for help

when the killer came
up from behind her...

Objection, Your Honor.
It's pure supposition

that the decedent was in
the process of calling for help.

Surely, Your Honor, in light
of the previous testimony,

the decedent was agitated, she
needed immediate transportation.

Now, uh... objection sustained.

- It's still supposition.
- Very well, Your Honor.

No further questions. Counselor?

No questions.

I call Mr. Nonno Volente
to the stand, please.

All right, Lieutenant,
you can step down.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly
swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and
nothing but the truth?

Yes. You see, I was to
meet Mr. Harvey that evening

in the Potted Penguin.

But I was nervous, and when
he didn't come right away,

I went to this Miss
Dunbar's apartment.

Why there?

I mean, as opposed to his place.

Well, I had done enough checking
to know that there was this, uh,

arrangement between
Mr. Harvey and the girl,

- know where she lived...
- Objection.

Objection sustained.

Well, I only meant, Your Honor,

that between an
artist and his model

there is always an arrangement.

All right, never mind.

Just answer the question.

Mr. Volente...

what did you see when you
went into that girl's apartment?

I saw money.

Money everywhere!

Now, by nature,
I'm a neat person,

so seeing the mess
I started to pick it up.

But that's all, you understand...
Merely to take it off the floor,

not to take it for myself.

But then I saw the girl,
dead, and I was frightened.

I see. You took
the money with you

because you were frightened.

Well, I had no wish to
become involved in a murder.

Taking the money
was an oversight.

I see. Why didn't you report it

to the police, Mr. Volente?

Well, as I said, I had no wish
to become involved in a murder.

Now, you say that you went
back to the Potted Penguin

and waited there for some time.

Why, since you
already had the money,

did you find it necessary
to wait for some time?

I was also waiting for
some gamblers I know

- to give the money to them.
- That's better.

But then Hannibal Harvey
arrived, and you left. Why?

Mr. Harvey. He said he
would take care of the gamblers

if only I would go away.

And when I told
him what I'd seen,

he said I should go
far away and fast.

Then he would pay me more money.

He said that when you
told him what you saw?

- Yes!
- Would you tell this court, please,

what you told him you saw?

And I remind you, sir,
that you're under oath.

I told him who I saw leaving
Miss Bonnie Dunbar's place

when I got there.

He offered me money to
keep quiet and go away.

Mr. Volente... who
was the person you saw

leaving Bonnie
Dunbar's apartment

just before you
found her dead body?

I saw the woman
there, Mrs. Harvey.

♪♪

♪♪

See what Burger's doing?

He's painting Mona as
the only possible murderer.

Well, she didn't do it, I
tell you, she didn't do it.

Well, the messenger
saw Bonnie alive

when Mona was arriving,

and then Nonno found
Bonnie dead after Mona left.

Perry, I don't see how
you can get out of...

Well, I'll tell you how.

You've got to put me
on the stand, Perry.

I'll tell them exactly
what happened.

How I personally dictated
that blackmail note.

And what do you
think that would prove?

Well, this is a happy group.

- What have you found, Paul?
- Well, it didn't take long

to check out that
private eye's report.

That rendezvous at the
beach house, for example.

There isn't a clue as to
who might have been there

with Bonnie... just that some
man drove there in Hannibal's car.

Who else drives it?

Oh, anybody. I always
leave the keys in it.

- Is there more, Paul?
- Enough to believe

that Bonnie was secretly
mixed up with somebody.

- But who?
- That's the point.

There's only one man that
report can absolutely identify.

He's the guy that sneaked into
Bonnie's house with a package

a couple of days
before the murder.

What guy? Uh, who was it?

Rex Ainsley.

Yes, I visited Miss
Dunbar several times.

And I only stayed
for a few moments.

What was in the package
you brought to her, Mr. Ainsley?

It was a, uh, little gift.

What sort of gift?

A, uh, pressure cooker.

Pressure cooker?

Yes, her taste in gifts
is rather domestic.

Then there were other gifts?

No, that's not
what that implies.

I've already explained
to the district attorney.

Our relationship,
Bonnie's and mine,

was strictly along
business lines.

Would you explain
it to the court?

Well, I, uh...

not to go into boring detail,

felt it an obligation
to Stanton Press

to know what the
Stanton family was up to.

The gifts, in other words,

were payment to Bonnie for
spying at the Stanton house.

It was not really spying.

And you always gave
her domestic gifts?

Yes. She hoped
to be married soon.

Married? To whom?

She never told me.

But I, like everyone else
around the Stanton home,

uh, thought it was
pretty obvious.

- She and Hannibal.
- Why, that no-good, lying...

Order. Order in
the court, please!

If that hussy was
planning to get married,

she certainly
wasn't acting like it.

Why? What happened?

Well, late that afternoon,
I was out at the house

for a few minutes, and what I
saw when I went in the door...

I have no further questions

of this witness, Your Honor.

You may step down.

No, it's not me.

I've never considered
marriage in any form!

Mr. Dickens, is it
necessary for me

to put a woman on the stand who
saw you kissing Bonnie Dunbar,

saw you kissing her the
very day she was murdered?

Wait. Please.

I-I was only attempting
to kiss Bonnie.

She resisted me quite
successfully, I'm afraid.

Do you expect this
court to believe that?

But it's true.

Miss Dunbar made it quite plain

that my attentions were useless,

because she was planning
to marry someone else.

Someone who was
about to divorce his wife...

- Mr. Hannibal Harvey.
- That's a dirty lie!

I love my wife,
and I always have!

Order, order, please!

Now, listen, I'm not
gonna stand here

and listen to that rubbish!

You're fired, Dickens!

Leave me alone, will you?

Mr. Dickens,

did Bonnie say it was Hannibal?

Well, she... said there
would be a divorce,

even if she had
to ask for it herself.

A divorce that would light
a powder keg under that...

tidy, distinguished old house.

A divorce like that,
on those grounds,

would do irreparable damage

to the reputation
of the family name,

to say nothing of the
publishing firm itself.

And divorce, therefore,
must be avoided at all costs.

Oh, yes, at all costs.

Mr. Stanton...

Mr. Stanton, you
testified earlier

that you compared
Bonnie's handwriting

in the blackmail note with
her writing in another note

- lying on the desk.
- Yeah, about the apples.

Yet Dickens later denied
seeing loose pieces of paper

in his tidy, well-kept house.

Did that, uh, second note,

the one to the
cook, really exist?

I, uh, beg your pardon?

Or were you trying
to persuade the court

that you didn't know
Bonnie very well?

Not even well
enough to recognize

her rather unusual
handwriting despite the fact

you frequently
lived in that house,

made your headquarters there

- every time you've come to Los Angeles.
- Now, see here!

Mr. Stanton...

you were the secret man
in Bonnie's life, weren't you?

That, uh, that messenger
boy, he saw M-Mona

going into Bonnie's apartment.

Mr. Stanton, I asked you...

That-that other man,
that Volente man,

he found Bonnie
dead after Mona left.

Yes, the evidence is rather
damaging against Mona, isn't it?

But suppose another person
had been inside Bonnie's apartment

- all that time.
- What?

Someone who
remained out of sight

when Bonnie spoke
to the messenger boy.

Oh, yes, it could've
been... A-a robber, maybe.

She tried to reach
the phone, you know.

She-she tried to call for help.

But suppose she hadn't
been calling for help.

Suppose she'd been calling
a taxi or a hotel downtown.

Your wife was staying
at a hotel that night,

wasn't she, Mr. Stanton?

Was Bonnie trying
to call your wife,

trying to reveal
everything to her?

Is that why you killed Bonnie?

I didn't mean to.

Oh, Bonnie, I didn't mean to.

Perry, what I still
don't understand is

how Uncle Everett could
be in two places at once.

The messenger said he
got the money from him.

The messenger also said
he made a couple of stops

before he reached
Bonnie's apartment.

During which time
he got wind of the fact

that Bonnie was trying
to get hold of his wife

to have a showdown with her.

So he tore over to stop
Bonnie, and that was it.

Come to think of it, he
did everything, didn't he?

Clucking over me to hide
what he was really doing,

and then getting Mona all upset.

Well, I should have
had enough trust

not to hire a private detective.

Shouldn't I have trusted
you about those letters, too?

Of all the silly, stupid...

- Forgive me, darling? Ah.
- Yes.

Well, Paul, this is
where we came in.

I'm sorry. Bye. Bye.

Bye-bye.

♪♪

Well, it just goes to prove

that a little trust
is a good thing.

- I agree with you completely.
- Fine.

Then maybe you'll trust me
with some money for lunch.