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You're not going out in this, are you?

Sees impossible, unable to round Humber Point.

He's an arms dealer, a middleman, and he can be deadly.

The rendezvous this time is play or pay. We book half a dozen orders, Ward will

get us that loan. A lot of good it'll do us if we're doing time for smuggling

embargoed armaments.

I don't think I can do that.

Hey, have you heard the latest about Eve Simpson and Martin Fraser?

Are you gonna let him get away with that? Half the people in this town look

upon me as some sort of villain.

I don't build this captain off of one of these.

Save it. Give me a hand.

A night like this, we'll be lucky to get past the breakwater without running

aground. Nobody's bending your arm all bad.

They've got small craft warning posted up and down the coast.

It's cod weather, Sheriff.

Nothing those puppies like better than to take shelter in my nets.

I'm sure glad it's not me going out there.

Yeah.

Watch yourself.

There. Yeah.

Finally got that new belch pump. Just in time, too. We'll be shipping a lot of

water tonight.

To give my nest to Adele.

Right.

Hey, you be careful out there, Henry.

You don't want to miss a chance to win back your 50 bucks.

You keep drawing those traits, it's never going to happen.

That's not your problem, Henry.

Pulling on your earlobe every time you bluff. That's your problem.

Good night now.

Good night now.

Let's get this show on the road.

Nobody ever said anything about guns.

He's right, Shannon.

The last thing we need is violence.

I don't recall you telling me anything about getting this down only if I feel

like it. Don't argue. Just do it.

Let me give you a little advice, Mr. Pinto.

This lobster jockey, you better watch him.

He's going to get us all thrown in the joint.

He's not the one who worries me, Bill.

I know that. Just as I didn't get there, let's come down my shirt through my

shoes.

Whoa, that's one doozy of a storm. It's only the beginning of the season.

At this rate, we may all float away before it's over.

Listen, Miss Fletcher, I'm really grateful for the work.

Oh, Russell, that's not necessary.

I don't think I or Seth could have managed without you.

That was much appreciated.

I guess there's no need to tell you how slim things have been since they laid us

off. Yes, I know. It's an ill wind that doesn't blow... Hello?

Hello there.

Oh, my goodness.

What happened? Well, I lost some shingles in the night, and my face is

leaking like the Titanic. Do me a favor and empty that, will you, dear?

Thanks.

Russell? Eve?

Oh, I'm sorry to come at such a bad time, but my phone went out.

Well... I'd love to chat, but I've got my hands on anything else I can find

for.

I've also got to go over these students' papers, and I'm late on a set of

revisions for my editor.

Russell and you, is that because Martin Fraser?

Oh, Lord knows he hated having to lay all those people off.

I think they blame him for the whole recession.

Martin is why I'm here.

Seth, are you all right?

Of course I'm... Of course I'm all right.

Eve!

What are you doing here on a day like this?

You're both invited for dinner on Wednesday. Martin's coming back from

Europe.

I'm busy.

Seth.

Seth.

Martin is really such a special kind of woman.

Here, here, here. No.

Oh, you did hurt yourself, didn't you? Well, it's nothing really. Just a little

twinge. I'll take a couple of aspirin and call myself morning.

There's a wonderful new chiropractor over in Bar Harbor.

Dr. Albright.

I'll make an appointment for you.

Chiropractor? I'd rather eat broken glass.

Well, I'll run along.

Perhaps shuffle?

Piece of cake, you said.

All the arrangement for the financing was supposed to be in place by the time

I got back.

And you were supposed to give me something to work with, something

besides smoke.

Brian tells me you've had the drawings and the mock-ups for ten days. What the

hell you been doing?

Martin, banks are not in the business of giving $20 million loans on drawings and

mock-ups.

Maybe they should... Excuse me, Martin.

You said you wanted to see these as soon as they came in.

From the Pentagon.

Response to our proposals.

Good news.

Negative, I'm afraid. They say there is no money for new projects.

And you wonder why they value your inventory of missile hardware at only 10

cents on the dollar. You think I'm not trying?

Martin, I think...

You're just another one-track military industrial complexer who's hoping for a

rerun of the Cold War, and I got a bulletin for you. It's over and done

with, and so's Pan Technics, unless you get serious.

Serious?

A marketable version of our underwater survey system is just around the corner.

We've got damn near all the bugs worked out of the prototype. The Japanese are

on the phone with me every other day about it. Martin, you're talking to me.

Look at this place. You've got about eight employees left in a warehouse full

of missile guidance systems nobody wants, and I've got my reputation at

risk back on Wall Street, a situation that's about to change.

Wait. Wait.

Brian, hand me those drawings.

Carl?

We're going to be testing this equipment Saturday on the company boat off Cabot

Cove. I'd like you to be there.

All right. I'll be there, Martin.

But I want you to understand something.

It had better be a wild success because it's your last shot with me.

Fair enough.

Martin, what in hell do you think you're doing?

My job.

Which is more than to be said for you.

How could you have missed the pickup? Oh, for the love of... This is not home

delivery we're talking here.

That storm the other night's one of the worst they've had in the last two years.

As it was, our man almost lost his boat, not to mention his life off Humber

Point. Brian, we're talking about our survival.

Our only source of cash flow till we procure that loan. Now, if you start to

lose your nerve on me for God's sake... It's taken care of.

I spoke to Kurtz.

I'm arranging another rendezvous and another messenger.

The fisherman bailed out on us.

But that's the least of my worries, isn't it?

There's no way I can have this prototype up and running by Saturday, and you know

it. You heard of life or death, my friend?

This is it.

Our last chance.

You've got to get it working.

We book half a dozen orders, Ward will get us that loan.

A lot of good it'll do us if we're doing time for smuggling embargoed armaments.

Hey, Kel.

What's new in the travel business?

You went out in that storm.

Yeah. Daddy, what's the matter with you? You could have got yourself killed.

I've been at this a few years, Sarah.

Yeah, I remember them.

And you're telling me about all those friends that you lost in weather just

like that. Well, I didn't stay out long. I'm not a total fool.

Oh, I got something for you.

$1,000?

Daddy, where did you get this?

Poker games, fishing.

Been saving up.

I can't. Yeah, you can.

Take it.

You can pay me back when business picks up.

Thanks.

Get out of here. I got work to do.

Take care of yourself.

Metzger. Oh, hi, Henry.

I guess that new bilge pump worked pretty good, huh?

Yeah, no problem.

Mort, I got to talk to you.

It's important.

All right, I'll be right over. You at home?

Later.

About 8 o'clock.

Down at the boat.

Let's have a few words.

Hang in there. We'll get you out of here.

Lady, you're killing me. Will you please move it over there?

Back it up and let her in there, will you?

Nobody's going anywhere. Why don't we just have a nice little picnic here?

Please give me one of them. People are going to see this. No, Seth. I'm not

letting you carry anything. Look, it makes me ache just to look at you. Now,

when are you going to make the appointment with the chiropractor? Oh,

don't start with me, Jess.

In a couple of days, it'll be as good as new.

It only hurts when I stand up, sit down, or lie down.

What in the world is going on here?

Come on, Leo, let's get through here, okay?

Throw everybody out of work, but they can still buy themselves fancy boats,

huh? Leo, we'll talk economics later. Let me try to get this thing out of

here, will you, please?

Give me a hand. Come on, Alex, just follow him, will you?

Stay close to him. Stay close to him.

Hold it. Okay, Mr. Nielsen, you want to bring it on through?

Sheriff, I really do apologize for this problem.

I know. I know.

Hold it right there.

Come on, move it along.

Jessica. Hello, Martin.

Steve. Oh, hi.

Tell me, Martin, this dog and pony show.

Seth. You figure it will bring your company's stock up off the floor, do

you? I honest to God hope so, Seth.

Seth, Martin is doing his best.

I am. I just hope that...

Other people know what they're doing, too.

Seth, we really have to get back. I've got to get back to work.

And

the

caterers want a check for the full amount.

They were demanding cash, but I talked them out of it.

Helen, I don't even want to contemplate what I'd do without you. I'll just run

upstairs and get a check.

Eve? Would you get Helen whatever she wants, please?

Oh.

I don't think I can do that.

No, you can't.

Martin told me about you.

Did he tell you about himself?

Oh, Helen, I don't blame you for being bitter.

There we are, Helen.

And thanks for everything.

I'd say poor Henry died of carbon monoxide poisoning.

When he was overcome by the fumes, he probably fell hard on his head, which

would account for the severe cranial injuries.

Well, that exhaust manifold could have been leaking for some time without him

knowing it.

Risky thing, that.

You know, the same thing happened to my Aunt Hilda when I was a boy.

Remember my telling you that, Jazz?

Her furnace vent got clogged up. Well, you can't smell it, can you? Poor old

dear went down to the basement and never came up again. Took three strong men to

haul her back upstairs.

And at the time he called, Henry sounded really worried.

By the by, Sheriff, did you ever explain why all the cabinets on the boat were

open? Well, he must have been looking for something.

Sarah said she can't find his logbook.

Excuse me, Sheriff, could you get up a minute?

Ah, here it is.

Of course, you can't account for the elephant footprints on the dock either,

can we, Mrs. F.? Hmm?

Uh, oh, no, Sheriff. I suppose not.

Yes.

Have you got a fever or something? Normally you'd be all over the sheriff

on a case like this. I'm sorry, but between the leakings and the hammerings

and the revisions and the corrections... Boys are almost done on the roof, Miss

Fletcher. Should hold you another 20 years. Oh, thank goodness for them.

Then there won't be any more hammering. Oh, not quite.

Still have to fix a couple loose joists up in the attic.

Looks like somebody dropped a steamer trunk up there.

Yes, well, thanks for the breakfast, Jess.

I think I'd better run along.

You know, bacon fat would help that back of yours, Doc.

My grandma swore by it.

Bacon? Didn't you ever hear of cholesterol, Sheriff?

We're not talking about eating it. You rub it into the sore spot, and you call

yourself a doctor.

If I could stand up straight, you would regret that last remark.

And molasses.

Back in the old country, my grandma cured a lumbago epidemic practically

overnight. Lumbago epidemic?

Mm-hmm. And what old country was that, may I ask?

Glockomora? Oh, that's new.

Mr.

Shannon? Yeah.

I'm Carl Ward.

Doing a financial analysis of Pantechnus Corporation.

So?

Anybody ever tell you it'd be easier to find if you were in the Yellow Pages?

What do you want, Mr. Ward?

Information.

On some payments that Pantechnics made to you recently. Three separate

occasions. For shipping services.

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

Huh.

There's a photocopy of the checks.

What I find confusing is that Pantechnics has an exclusive arrangement

with Cary Trucking out of Bridgeton.

Why were you hired, Mr. Shannon?

I got work to do.

Adios.

Yeah, Shannon.

What is this Ward character that just left?

I thought you said nobody's gonna know about this deal.

Hey, man.

I'm stuck with all these drums from Raddatz' boat down here with no place to

put them.

No, pal.

You listen to me.

If the feds even get one whiff of this, I'm looking at hard time at Leavenworth.

If you can't cover my butt, pal, I'll do it myself.

As you're well aware, Mr. Takuda, we've been photographing the ocean floor for

decades now, but this is the first successful application of imaging

technology to read deep beneath the crust itself.

I understand your plan for Saturday has changed, Mr. Fraser.

We are to be treated to an actual working demonstration of your prototype.

You understand correctly, so have your checkbook ready. Oh, Eve.

Eve Simpson, I'd like you to meet Mr. Isaburo Takuda. He's in Yosanabe Heavy

Industries. Oh, what a pleasure to meet you.

Think about a comstock load a thousand fathoms deep here, bro.

Our system will save billions in developmental financing.

No guesswork. It'll give it all to you on your computer screen.

Undersea mineral deposits, their depth, purity, everything.

Well, I sure hope you've got someone to take the heat in case this thing lays an

egg, Mr. Pintal.

It'll work, Sheriff.

Bet on it.

Oh, you're a gambling man?

I enjoy game now and then. Well, I happen to have a little group meets on

Thursdays if you care to join us. Eight o'clock.

My place.

Tomorrow night?

Sure. Thanks, Sheriff.

I'll try and brush up on my probability calculus.

Probability calculus?

It's a sell-a-thon, Jess.

Martin Fraser and a couple of his corporate henchmen trying desperately to

save a dying company.

Seth, I think this underwater survey system is a wonderful idea.

And I've never seen Eve look so happy.

Yes, that's a case of love causing severely impaired vision to say nothing

of judgment.

Oh, there's Jessica.

Hello. Eve. Jessica.

Seth.

Sorry to hear about Henry Reddett. I understand he was a dear friend to you

both. Yes, he was, and we're going to miss him.

Jessica, I don't suppose you get to spend much time in Cabot Cove these

days? As much as I can.

It'll always be home to me. It's a wonderful place to recharge your

batteries. Isn't that the truth?

I've put Martin on notice that I will never completely leave this town.

Too many friends to leave behind here if we moved away.

Excuse me, another guest.

There were reasons why you weren't invited, you know. I forgive the

oversight. I want to congratulate you on the way you handled the Riddick matter.

What are you talking about?

Don't be shy, Fraser.

The man had become a liability.

Are you crazy, Kurtz? The man died accidentally.

As you wish.

But his death raises the question of what arrangements you are making to meet

our timetable.

Brian told you. We're dealing with it. Now, I think it really would be best...

I warn you, Fraser.

The ship must be met and the goods transferred.

The rendezvous this time is play or pay.

Excuse me.

I have some friends I want you to meet, darling.

Could I borrow him for just a moment? Of course.

Stop the tap dancing and get to it, huh? All right, Martin, I will.

I'm on to your game.

I figured out what you're attempting to do with an inventory of embargoed

guidance components.

I hope we've been more clever.

But then, given the carte blanche I was forced to give you, I suppose it was

just a matter of time.

Give me credit for a little ingenuity, Martin. It was very well concealed.

I presume your purpose was to provide interim cash flow until the bank loan

came through.

Which I suppose is a dead issue now.

Not necessarily.

You wanted me to get to the point. Here it is, Martin.

I want one-third of whatever you realize.

And...

If I refuse, the loan disappears, is that it?

It gets worse.

Interested federal agencies will be informed.

Are you going to let him get away with that?

Do I have a choice?

Make it easy on you.

Three.

Now, you three, raise three.

No. No, too rich for my blood.

Well, I will see your raise, and I will raise you five.

What's the matter, Brian? You need a calculator?

Real men can afford to be gracious when they're winning, Sheriff.

Well, you should have reminded yourself of that last week, Doc.

I'm going to be hearing about this card by card all day tomorrow.

Oh, yeah?

Call.

Full house.

Aces over tens.

Well,

I guess you don't have to be an Einstein to play this game after all, huh? That's

for sure.

Oh, good idea, Brian. You call your answering machine again. See if Amarillo

Slim left you any of his secrets.

Maybe he did.

Okay, gentlemen, it's going to be a little five-card draw. Jacks or better,

any of them.

My luck's about to change.

You got a hunch?

Bet a bunch.

But luck has nothing to do with it.

Isn't there a city ordinance that punishes bad winners?

Can I help, Martin?

I wish you good, sweetheart.

Maybe another one of these will do the trick.

Isn't there something we might talk about that might help you unwind?

Apart from the marine survey systems.

Oh, we could talk about me about to lose everything I've built for ten years.

Martin. We could talk about the people. The engineers with the...

Volvo on the mortgage.

I'm sorry.

Let's face it, huh?

To say that I'm rotting company tonight would be a massive understatement. I'd

just take you home and then I'll brew by myself. No, no.

No, you're not going to take me home.

Hi there.

Either of you fellas seen Carl Ward, the guy driving that car parked up there?

No. There's been nobody around this morning.

Thanks.

Trust me, Martin, this still won't interfere with our plans for Saturday.

Listen, I've got to go.

I'll be in a second. Good morning, Mrs. Ethel. I figured you'd be too distracted

to come down here. Well, I'm just taking a post office break.

Another accident?

If that's what it was.

Two in less than a week. Almost the same.

Surprising, if you ask me.

Henry Redet, you mean.

How similar is it? Blow to the head? CO poisoning? Leaky exhaust?

Some memory. Now, I could have sworn you weren't listening to a word that day. So

could I, Sheriff.

Any elephant footprints this time?

Not that I... She's sneaky, Sheriff.

You still haven't answered my question.

Similar?

Very. Practically identical, I'd call it. Right down to the wounds on the

heads. Except for Mr. Ward's bruised wrist.

Two murders.

Basically the same M.O.

Except that in Henry's case, theft might have been involved.

Well, that's right. It might not have been Henry who was looking for whatever

on his boat.

Well, any idea when this happened?

I'd say somewhere between 7 and 10 last night.

We'll have a better fix when the coroner's finished.

Thing is, why would someone kill a fisherman and an investment banker?

I mean, where's the connection?

And apparently tried to steal something from the fisherman.

What's going on, Sheriff? Are you saying this is a murder?

Well, it's possible.

Any notions why Mr. Ward would be on your company boat last night?

I have it the foggiest.

He knew we were readying the new survey system for a demonstration run on

Saturday, but... That electronic gear, maybe he came down to check on it, make

sure it was in working order. Sheriff, I've only installed a small part of it.

The heart of the system is under lock and key back at Pentechnics.

Carl knew that.

Perhaps he was supposed to meet someone?

And the appointment turns out to be the killer.

He hits Ward, shoves him in the engine compartment, switches it on, and

asphyxiates him with the exhaust fumes. I don't know, Sheriff. I mean, it still

doesn't explain those bruises on Mr. Ward's wrists, and it seems a rather

cumbersome way to kill someone. I mean, why not a gun or a knife or

strangulation?

Could be a candidate for the record books under Odd Ways to Commit a Murder.

Record books?

Seth, would you mind dropping these off at the post office? They're my students'

papers. All right.

Uh-huh.

Until midnight.

And your mother will confirm that?

It's the best I can do, Sheriff.

I was there all evening.

Okay, Mr. Frazier, now you.

Well, I'm afraid I can't back in account of my whereabouts, Sheriff. I worked

late, left the office about 1 a.m. This $20 million loan that Carl was trying to

arrange for you, what was the money gonna be used for?

R&D.

Research and development.

We, uh, plan to develop a line of products for civilian use.

Well, the, uh...

The report that the victim filed with his people in New York, he didn't feel

you had a plan.

And I've got to tell you, Mr. Fraser, there's a lot of people here in Cabot

Cove who feel the same way.

Well, they're sadly mistaken, aren't they?

I put my life and blood into this company, but I'm not about to let it

fail.

Even if it costs a few people their lives?

Wrong, Sheriff.

And I'll tell you something else.

Carl Ward was my conduit to that money.

Dead, he's no good to me or Pantechnix.

Come on, Helen, I think we've taken up enough of the good sheriff's time.

Hey, Mr. Frazier.

Don't take it personally.

Oh, but I do.

Because I don't think this is about just those two killings.

I don't know what you're talking about. In spite of my investment here, you, Dr.

Hazlitt, half the people in this town look upon me as some sort of villain, an

outsider who can't be trusted.

Oh, Jess, those coroner's reports you wanted.

Oh, Seth, I should have come over to your office. Sit down, please.

I'd rather stand, if you don't mind.

Well, he confirms that both deaths were due to carbon monoxide poisoning, just

as you suspected.

Clever fellow, that coroner.

Except that Carl Ward appears to have been hit on the head an hour or two

before he died.

CO poisoning works pretty fast, doesn't it?

Yeah.

And Hildy went off in a couple of moments, poor old girl.

Jessica, it came in this morning's mail.

Hello, Seth.

Sarah? You've got to tell me how you knew Daddy would send me a package.

I didn't. It was just a hungy.

Your father's logbook and his nautical charts.

May I?

Of course.

But why would Daddy send them to me?

I guess that he might have sent them to you to prevent them from getting into

someone else's hands.

Possibly the person or person who searched his boat.

Are you saying that my father knew he might be killed?

I'm afraid it looks more and more that way, Sarah.

Now, here it is, the night of the storm.

2,100 hours cast off from Cabot Cove dock, full load of merchandise from New

Seaford.

Merchandise?

2342 hours, seas impossible.

Unable to round Humber Point, turning back for Cabot Cove.

Humber Point? That's not where he goes for codfish.

Hang on.

Yeah, could you give me the telephone number of the Coast Guard in Portland,

please?

The Aurora Discoverer? Yes, a container ship, 12,000 tons.

Liberian Registry.

Departed Boston on the 17th.

Lieutenant Billingsley said that it was the only ship that passed Humber Point

in either direction the night of the storm.

And their radar report indicates that it stood off the point from 9 p.m. until

after midnight.

Wait a minute. Am I missing something here? I mean, what has this got to do

with anything?

Sheriff, didn't you tell me that Henry Redditt was transferring something from

the back of a truck onto his fishing boat?

Yeah, a new bilge pump.

Uh-huh. Perhaps.

Perhaps.

Now, what is that supposed to mean? It wasn't a bilge pump?

Come on, Mrs. F. Kiv.

Did you see what was in the back of that truck?

55-gallon fuel drums.

A plain white truck on the dock at Cabot Cove.

Suppose it wasn't fuel.

Suppose it was something that Henry was taking on board to deliver to the Aurora

discoverer. Well, that would certainly explain Henry's log entry about

merchandise from New Seaford. And it might also explain why he was killed.

Did you happen to see the license plate number on that truck?

No.

But I'm not all bad. I've got the make and model.

All in all, probably enough to run a trace.

And I think I'd recognize the driver.

This does seem to be the place.

You're up on the shelf over there.

I'll call you back.

Mr. Shannon, may we talk to you, please?

Yeah, I'm busy. So am I.

I'm investigating a murder.

This is Mr. Fletcher.

What do you want?

You met Henry Reddett in Cabot Cove the night of the storm. Why?

He needed a new generator, and I delivered it.

He said it was a bilge pump. You want to try again?

Judging from what we know, Mr. Shannon... It seems reasonable to assume

that you and he were involved in some sort of smuggling operation.

Hey, sometimes I get hired to pick up fuel drums from Pantechnics. Drop them

off at this guy's boat.

Fuel drums?

When Henry brought those back the night of the storm, where did you take them?

You said they came back.

It's the last I saw of them.

You want to open that truck, please?

Satisfied?

Thanks for your cooperation.

Sheriff, that rope in the truck, I've seen that before.

I think I may know where he took them. The Pantechnik's boat.

Bingo! There must be 15 drums full of these things down there. Any idea who

might want to take another trip out to sea?

Mr. Frazier, you want to tell me what this is?

It's part of a missile guidance system. We used to manufacture them.

You want to tell me why your boat's crammed full of them?

It's a mistake, pure and simple. They should be in our warehouse at

Pantechny's. Was it a mistake, Martin?

Didn't you try to ship these out to a freighter five nights ago aboard Henry

Reddett's boat?

I don't think he realized what's happening. Before you say anything dumb,

Mr. Frazier, I'm placing you under arrest for the murder of Carl Ward and

probably Henry Redet, too. Handy?

Now, wait a minute, Mr. Frazier.

Are you trying to tell me that there's some international bad guy running

around Cabot Cove and he killed Henry Redet and Carl Ward?

I believe so, yes.

Yeah, what's his name, Goldfinger?

Kurtz. Walter Kurtz.

Description? Thinning brown hair, brown eyes, about 5'10", wears wire-rimmed

glasses.

Exactly.

I'm not even gonna ask.

I saw him talking to Martin at his party.

He's an arms dealer, a metal man, and he can be deadly.

All right, now, let's take this from the beginning.

Your company was going belly-up, so you decided to sell a few million bucks'

worth of missile parts through this guy Kurtz to some people who really

shouldn't get them. Crime number one. That was the plan. Only Henry never

meets the ship off Humber Point. He comes back frightened.

You smash him over the head and break his exhaust outlet to make it look like

an accident. Crime number two. I had nothing to do with that. Then Carl Ward

goes through your books and discovers your scam.

Now, did he threaten to go to the feds or did he want money instead?

Either way, you've got to keep him quiet so he goes the same way Henry did. Crime

number three. And you've already told me you haven't got an alibi for either

murder. Darling, there are times when being a gentleman just isn't worth the

price.

Sheriff Martin couldn't possibly have killed Carl Ward or Henry Reddett. He

was with me both nights.

Till when?

Until breakfast.

Do I detect wheels turning?

It just annoys me that I can't figure out why the killer knocked out Carl Wald

and then waited two hours before starting the motor to be asphyxiated.

It does make a whole lot of sense, does it?

I assume it occurred to you that Eve might be lying to protect Martin Fraser?

Oh, I don't think that she did.

I doubt that she'd make something like that up. I mean, it's... well, it's too

personal. These are the 90s, Mrs. F.

Now, what did they do? Send out to Portland for our lunch?

Hey, back seems a lot better, huh, Doc?

Time is a great healer, Mort.

As a matter of fact, I've never felt looser.

Well, isn't that wonderful, Seth?

And high time.

Because, you know, I have mislaid that chiropractor's card.

Oh, that reminds me. I, you know, I borrowed that thinking I might have a

possible patient referral.

How did you like Dr.

Albright? What?

Uh, oh.

She's all right, I suppose, if you like that sort of thing.

By the way, have you heard the latest about Eve Simpson and Martin Fraser?

Mrs. Pemberthy has it on good account that they have a love child who's being

raised in Paris by nuns.

I tell you, Gossip gets around this town faster than a phone call.

That's it. That's it.

Seth, you have just put your finger on the killer's modus operandi.

I have? Yeah.

Sheriff, let's go.

We're gonna have to rustle up some help.

Of course I'll do anything I can to help, Sheriff.

You say there's some new circumstances?

Yes. For one thing, Martin Frazier's been cleared of both murders.

Oh, thank God.

He may have overstepped the line with his contraband business, but I was never

convinced he could murder anyone.

What can I do to help?

Well, I need to find Walter Kurtz. You suspect him?

We have reason to believe we know how he arranged the killings.

Now, is it possible for you to contact him and set up a meeting?

I think so, yeah.

It may take some time. He tends to be somewhat elusive.

I'll call you as soon as I find him.

Thank you, Mr. Ventall.

Sheriff. Yes.

You say you know how he did it?

Yep.

But it's kind of policy not to give out any details.

You understand?

Of course.

You'll hear from me.

Oh, Mr. Lewis, I wonder if I might have a word with you.

If you wish.

I'll take that, Mr. Bentall, if you don't mind.

Sheriff, Mrs. Fletcher, what brings you here?

You did, Mr. Bentall.

I'm arresting you for the murders of Carl Ward and Henry Reddett. For crying

out loud, I was sitting two seats away from you at a poker game at the time

that Carl was murdered.

Tell him, Mrs. F.

What better alibi than the local sheriff himself?

But earlier in the evening, you'd arranged to meet Mr. Ward right here.

The coroner's report indicated that the blow you struck to his head occurred two

hours or so before he died.

You handcuffed your victim to the engine and opened up the exhaust manifold so

that when you turned on the boat's engine, the deadly carbon monoxide fumes

could escape.

You came back here after the poker game to remove the handcuffs. What you didn't

know was that Ward regained consciousness before he died.

His struggle left lacerations and bruises on his wrist and hand, marks

that you couldn't possibly have seen in the dark.

but were apparent to the coroner.

Towards 10 o'clock, with the poker group present, you made a phone call on your

cellular phone.

A call to a circuit board you'd placed in the engine housing, which you just

removed. The board that started the cruiser's engine when you punched in a

code by telephone.

It'll never fly, Sheriff.

The phone company records will show that I called my answering machine at work.

Oh, sure.

I impounded it an hour ago.

One of my deputies knows something about electronics.

Now, he says the machine was rigged to relay a radio signal.

And I'm sure if we examine this gizmo real closely, we'll find that it was

picked up right here.

You killed Carl Ward almost the same way you murdered Henry.

With a strong alibi for the second murder.

You assumed you'd never be suspected for the first.

Andy?

Ryan Bentall made a full confession to the district attorney this morning.

Seems he had it arranged with Kurtz where he was going to complete the

missile parts transfer himself and abscond with the money.

So when Carl Ward heard about the plan, he demanded a piece of it, and that's

when Brian decided to kill him.

It's too bad about that marine survey system Brian invented, because now

neither he, Helen Lewis, or Martin Fraser are going to be around to enjoy

it. And I understand that the demonstration those Boston people ran

was a huge success.

They're buying up Pantechnics, which will be a wonderful boost to the local

economy.

Enjoy your lunch, ladies.

Are you all right, Eve?

Oh, I'm fine, really. It's just going to take time, and I've got lots to keep me

busy. The office and replanting the garden, sorting my socks.

You know. Excuse me.

Eve Simpson?

Yes.

I'm sorry to disturb you. Your office told me I could find you here.

I'm just in town for the day, and I'm looking for property to buy in the area,

but I can see that you're busy. Maybe some other time. Oh, no, no.

No, today is fine.

Mr., uh... Right.

Yes, of course. I should have guessed.

Ben Wright.

I'm sorry, Jessica, but you understand.

Would you excuse me?

Business before pleasure.

Oh, absolutely, Eve.

I mean, you can sort your socks any day.

Thank you.