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I killed him.

I had to kill him, I thought I'd be safe.

Over and over the words droned through her mind.

And yet, with a cold and horrible certainty...

she knew that death was outside and moving relentlessly toward her out of the night.

Somehow, she forced her eyes to turn toward the window.

What horror she expected to see.

What horror she expected...

- Porter. - Just a moment please.

Take your bags ma'am?

- Take your bags ma'am? - Bags?

- We're almost at Grand Central. - Grand Central?

- What's wrong lady? - I just saw a murder.

- Murder? - Murder, out, out there.

- Say, porter how about my bags? - Bags?

- Yes, we're pulling into Grand Central. - Grand Central?

- Hey, what's the matter with you? - We just saw a murder.

In a building we passed, an old man was killed.

- With a razor. - No, with a crowbar.

The conductor? I've got to find the conductor.

Thank you sir.

Oh conductor, if we entered this tunnel at 9:13...

I mean 12:13, my watch is still on San Francisco time.

And the rails go click-click every 2 and a half seconds, see?

Click-click, we're crossing one now, 2 and a half second.

And each rail is 21 feet long anyway, at 9:11 that is in San Francisco...

if it's 12:13 here, it's 12:14 now.

- Where were we? - I, I was on my way to the baggage car.

- Oh, but you don't seem to understand. - Grand Central.

- Leaving on track five. - No.

- Lime Falls, Snow ville... - No.

Good heavens, no. Merry Christmas madame.

She must be on this train, after all, it is the train from Chicago.

Seems to me it ought to be the easiest thing in the world to meet a person.

Oh? Oh?

That'll only confuse her, sorry. I am Haskell of the New York office.

She's never met me, a matter of fact, I've never met her.

She's coming all the way from San Francisco to spend the...

Christmas holidays with her Aunt Martha.

- This is just a favor I'm doing for HG. - Yes.

- A fine chap H... - Excuse me.

It's quite alright. He wired on the...

Miss Collins, Miss Collins, I'm Haskell of the New York office. See? White carnation.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Your father ordered me to keep an eye on you.

And I assure you will be a pleasure, both eyes.

Fine person HG, in good health, I trust?

- Yes, thanks. - Splendid, splendid.

I've arranged a lovely apartment for you at the Park Towers Hotel.

I do hope it'll be satisfactory.

I say...

- I say I do hope it'll be satisfactory. - I'm sure it'll be. Mister...

- Haskell, just think of the New York office. - Yes.

Now Miss Collins, you must telephone your Aunt Martha right away.

We want a taxi immediately here.

- Driver take me to the nearest... - Park Towers Hotel please.

Oh, Oh, the radio.

- The what? - The radio.

Go ahead, driver.

The radio. Taxi. Taxi.

- Young man, what you doing with my radio? - What?

Park Towers Hotel?

Yes. Oh no, no, take me to the nearest police station please.

Ok lady, they got better rooms at the Park Towers.

- I'd like to report a murder please. - Ok.

Look, could you come back tomorrow miss? Is my day off.

You don't seem to understand, I want to report a murder, I just saw a man killed.

Tomorrow please.

Now you listen to me, I'm a citizen...

I've just seen a murder committed, if you don't want to report it, I'll report you.

Just a minute miss.

Get me Inspector Quillan, homicide.

If you knew the cranks we have to put up with...

Oh hello Inspector, this is Brennan. I got a dame here says she's just seen a murder.

Oh, I'll ask her Inspector.

- Who was murdered? - I don't know his name.

She don't know his name.

I'll find out Inspector.

- Where did the murder take place? - Right outside my window.

Right outside her window.

Oh, just, hold on Inspector, where do you live?

- San Francisco. - San Fran...

Well, never mind Inspector, I'll, I'll call you back.

Miss, New York on Saturday night is full of murders.

Why do you have to bother me about one that happened in San Francisco?

But this murder didn't happened in San Francisco, it happened right here,

I saw it through a train window, there were...

two men in the room, one had a crowbar or something that looks like a crowbar...

the other was an old man wearing an overcoat and bedroom slippers.

The first man held the crowbar over the old man's head like this.

- I'm sure I can identify the body... - Just a minute.

The Case of the Headless Bride. Oh? Bet that's exciting, eh? Full of murders.

- Yes, yes, ten people. - My, my.

Did anybody in this book go to jail for malfeasance?

- For what? - Malfeasance.

That's making up a murder and taking it to the police. Now, get out of here miss.

- But Officer... - And the next time you dream up a mystery...

let him solve it.

- I'm too busy. - I'll find someone to listen to me.

And that will never stay on.

But HG, I assure you. Put those things on that chair.

But HG, I, but HG...

Most decidedly HG, absolutely.

I did meet her at the train, I did.

I don't know, I turned my back for one moment and she gone.

Disappeared, vanished into thin air. Then...

Here she is now HG, right here.

San Francisco, it's your father, he's furious.

- What happened? - Oh, your radio.

- Oh, I've had a terrible time. - That isn't my radio.

Where the devil have you been Nikki? What's happened?

Why Daddy darling, I do believe you're angry.

You've been quarreling with someone. Did Mr. Haskins say something to annoy you?

Haskell.

Oh, but he didn't lose me, I ran away from him.

But Daddy I had to, he was stealing a radio.

Now Daddy darling, don't you worry about me.

I promise I'll go to bed early, I won't talk to any strange men...

and I'll call Aunt Martha the first thing in the morning, yes.

I love you Daddy, bye.

Miss Collins, do you have the audacity to say that...

I, Haskell of the New York office, stole a radio?

- Well, didn't you? - Oh, really?

Miss Collins, when you said, Oh, the radio and I turned,

- you knew perfectly well... - Oh, you poor man, that eye.

- Oh, it must hurt terribly. - It is agony, sheer agony.

We must do something to get that swelling down.

I know, something cold.

Ah, you just hold this against your eye for a few minutes and it'll feel much better.

- Against it? - Yes, for a few minutes.

- Oh, it is cold. - Yes, it is.

- Very comfortable. - That's fine.

Operator, I'd like to get the telephone number of a Mr. Morgan, a Mr. Wayne Morgan.

You mean that mystery writing person? Is he a friend of yours?

I need his help, it's about a murderer. Have to get in touch with him.

Murderer indeed, pardon me.

Your father told the whole office how you uncovered a spy in San Francisco.

Well, he had no right hanging around the Golden Gate Bridge.

So you had him arrested.

Certainly I had him arrested, got buck teeth just like a Jap.

Well, buck teeth or not buck teeth, that man was a member of the FBI.

Operator, cancel that call.

Now, you are not going to telephone the mystery writer.

Once again, Roger's nimble brain had come to the rescue.

Little did Count Cuchini realize...

that the deadly weapon Roger pressed into his back...

- was only... - A pipe.

A pipe, how did you know?

- Mr. Morgan, in all your books you... - Never mind.

Roger smiled.

He was quite handsome, this fearless young man.

- Handsome? - Quite.

He had...

piercing blue eyes, strong white teeth...

and a bulldog chin that typified strength and determination.

- No? - No.

Roger's chin, though some people might call it weak...

typified far more strength and determination than the...

proverbial bulldog variety.

- As Roger stepped back... - Excuse me Mr. Morgan...

there's a young lady outside, the same one that's been trying to see you for three days.

Oh later Maxwell.

As Roger stepped back, the sitting room door behind him slowly opened.

A shot rang out.

Then the shattering of glass Roger clutched his side.

Blood, he fell to the floor.

- Dead? - No, wounded.

Roger raised himself to one elbow.

He must get help. Of course, the phone.

Despite the pain Roger dragged himself across the floor.

The phone, he must get to the phone.

- My name is Nicki Collins. - How do you do?

Where was I?

You were just been shot in the sitting room.

Oh, yes.

- Later at the hospital Roger... - Mr. Morgan, you got to help me.

- It's about a murder. - Later at the hospital, Ro...

- Murder? - Yes, it was on a train, at night.

- Good. - It was snowing.

Very good.

I looked out the window and saw a man killed.

No, no, you looked in a window is how a man killed, out the window is been done.

- But this isn't a story, it happened. - And instead of a man, make a woman.

A mangled, life...

It happened?

Yes. Oh Mr. Morgan, you know all about murders.

- If you could... - Go to the police.

- But the police... - The police Miss Fletcher.

Later at the hospital, Roger had but one thought...

- he must return to the scene of the crime. - That's it.

- What's it? - The scene of the crime.

I got to locate the scene of the crime. Oh, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me.

But we got to work fast before my father finds out, excuse me.

Joyce.

- I've been trying to call you all morning. - Who was that?

- Who was that? - I never saw her before in my life.

- Type that up. - Tear it up?

Type it up.

Believe me darling, I, I never saw her before in my life.

Hey look, we're seeing things. A dame.

- Give you a lift miss? - Thanks.

Just a minute.

- There you are. - Thanks.

- What you looking for? - A room, been looking all afternoon.

Got an extra one at my house.

The one I'm looking for has a dead man in it.

Come on.

Excuse me miss.

Wayne...

Wayne darling, do you want to see me on the screen or don't you?

I'm sorry dear, thanks. The doorman's wife just had twins.

- Newsreel theater. - Yes sir.

Mr. Morgan.

Taxi.

Follow that car.

And who have we here, lending her graceful charm to our beauty parade?

- If it isn't lovely Joyce Williams. - You see? It's on already.

Miss Cafe Society of last year...

has the latest fashion problems right in the palm of her hand.

No wonder Miss Williams has that big smile on her face.

What girl wouldn't, wearing this exclusive creation by Ducette?

The puppet master pulls the strings...

and other members of the younger set pass in review.

- This nonchalant ensemble changed... - Excuse me Mr. Morgan.

Mr. Morgan...

Mr. Morgan, I've got to talk to you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

- How annoying. - I'm sorry.

- Darling, who is that? - Mr. Morgan...

Who is that?

- No one dear. - Well, see what she wants.

- What you want? - I couldn't find it.

- Couldn't find what? - The scene of the crime.

- Not now. - But you promised to help me.

I didn't say I'd help you. I didn't say I'd help her, go away.

- Young man please. - I'll see you tomorrow.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- What? - She'll see you tomorrow.

The entire nation this week mourns the untimely death of Josiah Waring...

world famous ship magnate, here seen in his last public appearance.

Josiah Waring, whose rise from steeplejack...

to head of a great industrial empire was ironically terminated...

when he fell to his death from a stepladder at his Long Island estate.

That's him.

Here we see him at the launching of a few of the hundreds of vessels...

built by the Waring shipyards, passenger liners...

- destroyers, freighters, tankers. - Mr. Morgan, that's the man...

- Oh, excuse me. - Now, stop this.

- You still here. - Oh please.

- That's the man... - Sit down.

Mr. Morgan, that's the man I saw murdered from the train.

It can't be, just said Waring died in Long Island.

- But they could've carried the body there. - Was in all the papers.

He was trimming his Christmas tree and fell off a stepladder.

It could've been a crowbar, we've got to investigate.

- I had enough. - Oh lady, sit down, will you please?

Mr. Morgan...

But Joyce, believe me darling, I never saw her before in my life.

Mr. Morgan, wait a minute.

This was his home on Long Island, the Willows...

the only newsreel shot ever taken of this magnificent estate.

Beyond this fence, in utter seclusion...

♪ Crock, goes the wea... ♪

Go away. Go home.

Nice doggy, there...

Nice doggy.

Good evening Mr. Waring.

- What's the matter with them? - I don't know.

Duke. Spike.

Duke, Spike, come here, come here.

Come here, come right here boy.

A fine way to receive guests.

They were just playing, they like pretty girls.

Their father must've been part wolf.

- Say, how did you get... - There's no need to apologize.

Of course you're sorry, you should be.

These dogs are vicious, they're dangerous.

Why didn't somebody tell me about them when I came through that gate over there?

- And... - I'll bet I know who you are.

- Oh, you do? - You're Margo Martin, right?

You sing at the Circus, right?

And you're here tonight because you think...

Uncle Josiah's fortune, right?

- Are you worried Miss Martin? - Oh, is the dogs.

Danny, call the dogs.

You see? Nothing to it.

You'd think I'd be used to animals from the circus.

- They have animals there? - Oh, yes.

At a nightclub?

Oh, it's a, oh well, yes, yes. The...

The head waiter has a, has a Pekingese.

Put them back in their kennel. And the next time you let them out...

I didn't let them out Mr. Waring, stop it.

First I knew they were out, I heard them barking in the garden.

Don't let it happen again.

Not very cozy, is it?

- Could stand a woman's touch. - By the way, I'm Arnold.

- Arnold? - Arnold Waring, the old boy's nephew.

- Oh yes, yes, of course, I should've known. - Why? We've never met.

Oh, well, that's what I meant.

Of course we've never met. I should've known, you're, you're Arnold.

Aren't you going to take your coat off? No, you better not, this place is like a tomb.

- Or government bonds... - Hey you...

Oh, there you are, ladies and gentlemen, Margo Martin.

How you do?

They won't bite you, I don't think there's a good set of teeth in the room.

You'll be alright.

Sit down Miss Martin, scandalous.

Where have you been?

- Oh, I just... - Miss Martin...

Now that we're all here, I will continue.

And to the heir or heirs thereof...

- I do here by give... - My compliments to the old gentleman.

- Pardon? - You're not quite what I expected.

I'm not?

My uncle had very bad taste, you're good taste.

Thank you.

- My Aunt Charlotte, she'll say Jonathan. - Jonathan.

- Go on Mr. Wiggam. - To my dearly beloved nephew...

Arnold Waring, whose loyalty and devotion I heartily reciprocated...

I bequeath the large and munificent sum of...

- One dollar. - One dollar.

And to my other dearly beloved nephew Jonathan Waring...

who expected nothing from me in life...

I bequeath the legal equivalent of nothing, one dollar.

Aren't you disappointed?

On the contrary, he once threatened to cut me out of his will entirely.

The rest, residue and remainder of my estate, including...

3,000 shares of common stock or...

full controlling interest in Waring Industries Incorporated...

Danny...

- Does the boss know? - Is he blind?

And also including the real property on 52nd street, New York City...

on which stands a building generally known as the Circus Club...

where I spent many a happy evening...

I leave to my dearly beloved fiancee Miss Margo Martin.

Why, Aunt Charlotte, slapping our only rich relative...

Uncle Josiah's dearly beloved fiancee.

Young woman, how long is this been going on?

- Oh I... - Answer me, how long?

Please, she's on the verge of tears. Poor Aunt Charlotte.

- You got to understand, I'm sorry. - I'll be alright in a minute.

Jonathan, come back here.

I'm disappointed in you Auntie. Really, you should learn to control yourself.

Mr. Wiggam, let us continue.

I, Josiah Waring, in the city of New York, state of New York...

Mr. Saunders...

Is also my wish that the estate consisting of 67 acres...

known as the Willows, become the property of said above mentioned Margo Martin.

Blood.

That dame, she's in the old man's room.

If anybody asks you about her, she's left.

- Mr. Saunders. Mr. Saunders... - Where are they?

- It isn't somebody calling you Mr. Saunders? - Where are they?

I mean, that is your name, isn't it? Because if it is...

Saunders, I mean and somebody is calling you and I think maybe you'd better...

He's up here, Mr. Saunders is up here.

- Mr. Saunders, where the devil are you? - Alright.

Jonathan, wrap your throat up. You know how easily you catch cold.

Yes, Aunt Charlotte. I'll meet you with the car.

Haven't you forgotten something?

Aren't you going to kiss me Aunt Charlotte?

Nobody loves me.

Mr. Wiggam, will you please inform that woman...

that this house that is been ours for so many year...

does not become her property until tomorrow.

Oh, come now Aunt Charlotte, lots of people open their presents on Christmas eve.

- Would you like a lift back to town? - Yes, yes, thank you.

Mr. Saunders, could I see you a moment?

I'd like to talk to you about the Waring securities.

Yes, they're in the safe, I believe. I'll send them to your office.

I'll turn the car around. Now, don't run away again.

You forgot your gloves.

- Oh, yes. - Would you like a lift back to town?

- Your brother is already asked me. - You'd be much safer with me.

- I'm sure you're both gentlemen. - My brother is irresponsible.

I'll bet I have my dollar long after his is slipped through his fingers.

- You know, wine, women song. - Bad investments.

May I see you again sometime Miss Martin?

- Maybe I... - May I?

- Jonathan. - Excuse me, goodbye.

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

- Looking for something? - No I, I mean...

Danny...

All set?

Goodbye, it was awfully nice to have met you, both of you.

Get in on this side Miss Martin.

It seems, seems to have stopped snowing.

- She's got them. - What if we finds out?

- Think you could get those slippers Danny? - What do you think?

Take my car.

Thank you very much Mr. Waring, goodbye.

We are going to see each other again, you know.

- Are we? - Oh yes, goodbye Miss Martin.

Goodbye, I mean...

Oh, when you said we were going to see each other again...

did that mean we were going to because, well, I mean, when?

Maybe I can come to the Circus Club and hear you sing some night.

Oh, that's what I mean, you come to the Circus Club and...

Oh, well then, goodbye.

I'll be seeing you.

But really Inspector, there must be something you can do.

There must be, I? Well, no, nothing, I've been too busy.

Tomorrow is Christmas, you know, Miss Collins has been missing since this morning.

No, I've no idea. No, she comes up to about here on me.

To about here, to my chin.

My chin. Oh, well of course, how could you?

Well, she's about 5' 5, blonde hair, gray eyes...

- Blue eyes. - Are they? Oh, blue. Blue eyes.

- A 115 pounds. - 110.

A hundred and, my word, it's you.

Inspector, it's her, it's she, never mind.

- Oh, really? - Merry Christmas Mr.Haskell.

Merry Christmas, miss Collins, I've been frantic.

Your father is been calling you from San Francisco all evening.

- Oh, my. - Precisely.

First he telephoned the hotel and you weren't here...

then he called your Aunt Martha and you weren't there.

Then I call...

Men's bedroom slippers.

- Where did you get those? - These?

- Those. - I found them.

- You found them? - On the street.

On the street? You picked them up Miss Collins?

Yes. It's good luck to find shoes on the street.

You know...

Find shoes before dawn...

have luck on the morn.

- You never heard of that? - Never, I've heard find a penny in the well,

And all your troubles disappear.

- No, it's a rhyme, find the pen... - Well, it's the same thing only with shoes.

- It is? - Yes.

- Oh, it's a superstition. - That's right.

Oh, I see. Now Miss Collins, this is the present for your Aunt Martha,

- Alright, I'll wrap it. - And this little gift is for you...

- from Santa Claus. - Of the New York office?

Hello? Yes? Oh, no operator, no, no, no.

No one here asked for the address of the Circus Club, no.

Must've been someone else.

And operator, how about that San Francisco call? Miss Collins is here now.

Oh, I see. Oh, keep trying, won't you?

Miss Collins, all the San Francisco lines are busy but the operator will call.

Thank you, see you in the morning Mr.Haskell.

Thank you miss Collins and pleasant dreams, find some shoes...

Does have a familiar sound that shoe poem.

Find some shoes upon the lawn and you...

be lucky.

I know Mr. Morgan but, but it's very important.

But you've got to come over, it's about...

But Mr. Morgan please.

- Miss Collins, I don't care, I don't care... - Wayne...

Yes dear. Oh, it fits beautifully.

I don't care what it's about. I'm not coming to your hotel.

- Wayne darling, this is heavenly. - Oh, shut up.

Pardon me.

Miss Collins, I'll give you fair warning,

- I'm going to... - But you can't hang up on me.

- I'm not coming to your apartment. - But...

But you got to come over Mr. Morgan. There's a man in my apartment.

Oh, he's got a gun. He's coming closer and closer.

Oh, don't shoot, please don't shoot.

Hello Miss Co...

Hello?

Oh yes operator, put the call through right away, will you please?

Hello Daddy, merry Christmas. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you...

Oh, you did?

It's so Christmassy here Daddy, it's cold and windy and it's snowing..

How is it there? Sunny all day. Oh, that's terrible.

Yes, yes Daddy.

No, I don't mind, I'd love to Daddy.

Yes Daddy.

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is bright ♪

♪ Round yon virgin ♪

♪ Mother and child ♪

♪ Holy infant ♪

♪ So tender and mild ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly ♪

♪ Peace ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly ♪

♪ Peace ♪

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ Son of God ♪

♪ Love's pure light ♪

♪ Radiant beams ♪

♪ From thy holy face ♪

♪ With the dawn ♪

♪ Of redeeming grace ♪

♪ Jesus, lord at thy birth ♪

♪ Jesus, lord at thy birth ♪

Thank you Daddy, yes, I'll call you tomorrow night, same time.

Yes Daddy, Mr. Haskell put them all under the tree.

Going to open them in the morning, good night Daddy.

And now, suppose we call the house detective.

- Suppose we don't. - Stick them up.

That's a pipe.

See?

Now call the house detective.

Let me up, stop it.

- Oh hello. - Hello.

Mr. Haskell, Mr. Morgan. Mr. Morgan, Mr. Haskell.

- How do you do? - How do you do? Mr. Wayne Morgan?

Mr. Morgan, are you in the habit of visiting strange young women uninvited?

- Yes, if necessary. - In the middle of the night?

- Yes, if her life is in danger. - Wearing pajamas?

- Who's wearing pajamas? - Aren't you?

Oh, yes.

Mr. Morgan didn't come here uninvited, I asked him over.

- You asked him? - Of course, there was a man in her room.

Oh no, I just made that up to get you over here, there was no one in here.

- Then who hit me on the head? - He did.

Oh no, wait a minute, I was hit on the head too.

There was no man in my...

Oh, I know, you hit each other on the head.

He didn't hit me, I was hit by a total stranger with a slipper.

- Believe me, with a slipper? - Yes.

And you call yourself a detective story writer.

What?

You deliberately let that man hit you on the head and get away.

- But I... - Those slippers meant...

Oh, they meant just everything, that's all.

I lost a brand new overcoat, why is she so upset about a pair of slippers?

- Oh, she thinks they're good luck. - Oh?

Oh yes, you know, find shoes before the dawn and you'll be lucky.

Miss Collins? Miss Collins?

- Where she go? - I don't know but I know where I'm going.

Or is it, find shoes amid the corn.

- Thank you. - And you'll be lucky in the dawn...

or in the morn or on the...

Mr. Morgan...

- Has Margo gone on yet? - Not yet, she's in her dressing room.

Thank you.

Pardon me, I'm looking for Margo's dressing room.

It's just around the corner honey, the first door to the left.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Nice? Very nice. - I never could stand that trick mirror.

Temper, temper.

That window.

Old Mr. Waring had the most fantastic ideas.

- Will you stop talking about him? - Temper, temper.

Get out and leave me alone.

I'll never forget the night he had this installed.

You were out there and he was in here.

And you couldn't see him but he could see you.

- Temper, temper. - Idiot.

Want a light?

- Miss Martin, you don't know me. - That's right, I don't.

- And you don't know what I'm doing here. - What are you doing here?

As a matter of fact, you've never seen me before in your whole life.

- We covered that. - Good.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Miss Martin, what did that sign mean? Margo closing tonight?

It means I'm getting out of here tomorrow.

But you're getting out now.

I wouldn't throw away the picture of a man who just left me a million dollars.

- Who told you how much I was left? - Who told you?

Say, you better stick around.

I'd like to have you meet some friends of mine.

Oh, I'd be glad to.

Oh, just make yourself at home.

- Sit down and take it easy. - Thank you.

Oh, it's a mirror.

You see Miss Martin, I know a lot of things about you that you don't know...

Know that I know.

- For instance, I know... - Look kid, I got a show to do now.

I got to change.

- Miss Martin? - Oh hello.

Why didn't you tell me you were closing tonight? I had to hear you.

- Thank you Mr. Waring. - Not Mr. Waring, Arnold.

Well, I'll, I'll see you out there.

Later on we'll have a drink together and a nice little chat.

And you'll tell us all you know and...

and we'll tell you all we know, and everything will be fine.

Where you get those?

Oh, these are just some flowers for you.

Who from?

I, I guess the card is in the box.

Look kid, if you don't mind, I'd like to open my own flowers.

Hey, hey, open up. What is this? Hey, open up.

Let me out.

- Matches? - Thanks.

- Well, you forgive me? - This is wonderful.

Let's quarrel again next Friday night. I'm dying to go to the Stork club.

- Well, you forgive me? - You've said that.

Oh, did I?

I'd better call mother and let her know where we are.

- Be a dear and get a table. - Right.

Waiter, when this Miss Margo Martin go on?

Oh. Never mind.

Miss Collins...

Please get out of here, you spoil everything.

Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me you were Margo?

- I'm not Margo, please go. - I've got bus...

I've got business here and I'm staying.

- You're staying? - Yes.

- You not going? - No.

Alright.

♪ Give me a little kiss, will you eh? ♪

♪ What are you going to miss, will you eh? ♪

♪ Gosh, oh, gee, why do you refuse? ♪

♪ I can't see what you got to lose. ♪

♪ Give me a little squeeze, will you, eh? ♪

♪ Why do you want to make me blue? ♪

♪ I wouldn't say a word if I were asking for the world ♪

♪ But what's a little kiss between a fella and his girl ♪

♪ Oh, give me a little kiss, will you eh? ♪

♪ And I'll give it right back to you ♪

♪ Give me a little kiss, will you eh?

♪ What are you going to miss, will you eh? ♪

♪ Gosh, oh, gee why do you refuse? I can't see what you got to lose ♪

♪ Oh, give me a little squeeze, will you eh? ♪

♪ Why do you want to make me blue? ♪

♪ I wouldn't say a word if I were asking for the world ♪

♪ But what's a little kiss between a fella and his girl ♪

♪ Oh, give me a little kiss, will you eh ♪

♪ And I'll give it right back to you. ♪

Now Miss Martin, if you're going to play games with the...

customers, remember I sent you the flowers.

Sit down, I feel kind of lonely here.

So I say Miss Martin, Aunt Charlotte is here to apologize, is that it?

Aunt Charlotte is here to explain, I'll not apologize to that woman.

- Well then, what are we here for? - I'll not apologize.

Well, then I'll say...

Miss Martin, Aunt Charlotte is here because she thinks she acted a bit hastily.

That's better.

Aunt Charlotte, haven't you forgotten something?

- Thanks. - Mr. Wiggam...

Will it be alright if I take in a movie for about an hour?

- Why, certainly. - Thank you sir.

But darling, I assure you I can explain.

I know, you never saw her before in your life.

- Oh Joyce, please. - Taxi.

Please let me explain.

What's the matter? You blind?

Oh alright, explain.

I'm sorry but there's nothing to explain.

- Your taxi madame. - Oh, you men.

Hello Danny, merry Christmas.

A couple of sandwiches on rye and a cup of coffee.

I'll be down there after I've seen the boss.

Right Danny.

I didn't want to get in on this in the first place.

Was your idea, everything was your idea.

Sure, don't worry, everything is going to be alright.

- It's fine for you to say. - You do as you're told.

But I tell you, he's outside.

I'm not going to. I don't want any part of it.

Hey boss.

If you get scared, lock yourself up again.

Well? You got them?

Good.

And whenever he was in town, your uncle always take me to that little Italian place.

- You know how he was about spaghetti. - But he hated spaghetti.

Oh well, he'd be furious after we got there.

- Miss Martin... - As a matter of fact, he...

- You're wanted in your dressing room. - Oh, excuse me.

- Say, wait a minute. - Keep moving sis.

- You know I'm not Margo. - Tell it to the manager.

Good evening Miss Collins. Sit down, go on, sit down.

Since you started meddling you found out quite a lot.

You know that Josiah Waring's death was no accident, eh?

You know he was murdered. You're a very clever young woman.

But you should be more careful.

If you were to meet with an accident, no one would...

I'm not afraid of you Mr. Saunders...

and do you know why, why I'm not afraid of you?

No Miss Collins, why?

Because right now, at this very minute...

a pair of slippers are on their way to the police.

A pair of bloodstained slippers which will prove Josiah Waring was murdered.

You seem frightened Mr. Saunders.

You're saying to yourself, The jig is up, I've got to get away.

And you're right, there's only one thing for you to do.

Give yourself up, tell everything or else...

- Make a run for it. - No, you don't.

- I'll take that coat. - The slippers?

This way Mr. Morgan.

- We can get out through here. - I'm a little mixed up.

- What about? - Aren't you on their side?

- I'm on your side. - But you're Margo.

- No. I just took her place. - You took my place and you can keep it.

And good luck.

Oh, that's Margo.

I knew you'd understand.

You see, these slippers are the only proof Josiah Waring was murdered.

I'm going to take them to the police.

Oh, I hope I haven't caused you too much trouble.

Miss Collins...

we first met at 10 o'clock this morning, didn't we?

Yes.

Since that time, you've had me thrown out of a newsreel theater...

chasing around Manhattan in my pajamas on Christmas eve...

conked on the head by a total stranger, robbed of my favorite overcoat...

and my fiance, whom I've begged to

forgive me twice a day for the last three years, will undoubtedly never...

let me beg her to forgive me again.

But the evening is young, you probably haven't even got rolling yet.

So I think I'll stick around.

Oh, that's very sweet of you but I can handle this alone.

Everything is alright now.

- I'll take those slippers. - Oh, no, you don't.

- Stick them up. - That's a pipe.

Miss Martin, come here.

I can't, I have to go.

- Hello. - Oh hello.

I've been looking all over for you, I wanted to find you before you joined the clan.

I always thought a circus was kid stuff.

- But I really... - Shall we take the shortcut?

Miss Martin, Aunt Charlotte is here tonight to apologize.

She feels she acted a bit, a bit absentmindedly.

- Absentmindedly? - Yes.

See, she forgot that you'd been left all the money.

Now, Arnold has an excellent memory, he didn't forget.

Oh. Oh, oh. I see.

- And are you after my money too? - After you, I'm after your money.

Dancing.

You wouldn't think his uncle had just passed away.

Another Martini please.

- And put a black olive in it. - Yes sir.

You know, Aunt Charlotte doesn't like this.

I don't like Aunt Charlotte.

Not liking Aunt Charlotte could become a national pastime.

But I think we'd better face it.

And I don't like it.

That guy really worked on me.

Danny, come here.

Look where she is.

Gee, right under his nose.

- Lucky we got the slippers. - We haven't.

Where are they?

Right under his nose.

You see, what Aunt Charlotte really means...

Never mind.

And you see, since the Long Island estate has been ours...

- At least sentimentally... - Of course, legally we could contest.

Mr. Wiggam, it is not our wish to go to court.

- No, we might lose. - Please.

You see, we, we thought, that is, we felt that...

under the circumstances, you might allow it to remain in the family.

Someone wishes to speak with you.

Excuse me please.

- Hello? - Miss Collins, this is Wayne Morgan.

I'm calling from the phone booth near the bandstand, can you see me?

- Oh, yes, I can see... - Be careful.

- I'm, I'm your girlfriend. - Oh. Oh yes. Oh hello Emily.

Now listen, don't let anyone at your table see those slippers, anyone.

But, but Emily, but Emily, I...

Don't talk, the murderer is one of the men at your table.

At my table? Oh?

- Oh no Myrtle. - Emily.

Emily. No Emily, You, you didn't leave your purse at my table.

I've got to see you, don't worry about the chauffeur.

I knocked him out and took his revolver, now...

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Take him downstairs.

- Dave. - Ok.

Oh, well, I think I'd better...

Really Miss Martin, if the Willows were allowed...

to remain in the family, we should all be deeply grateful.

Oh, you can keep the house.

Better get back Margo, it's time for your next number.

- Oh, I'm afraid that I... - Miss Martin...

you're very generous, you've no idea what this means.

Oh, that's alright, if it's anything else you want, why, you just ask for it.

You don't have to thank me. Well, see you later.

It's something very strange about that young woman.

- Did you have to dance with her? - Yes and I liked it.

Jealous, Aunt Charlotte?

Miss Collins.

Give me those slippers.

When you come to, you can help yourself with the brandy.

Mr. Morgan?

Mr. Morgan?

Mr. Morgan, are you alright?

- Oh, why is my head hurt? - That's where he hit you.

- But I knocked him out. - Then he knocked you out.

- Oh, you shouldn't have come back here. - But I had to, I couldn't leave you...

- Danny? Danny, you got him? - Right here boss.

Don't worry about the slippers, I hid them.

Hey. Get out of here, I'll meet you out front.

Take it easy Goldilocks.

Just make yourself at home, I'll be back in a minute.

Margo, Margo, where's Margo? She's on.

It's no use.

Night and Day next, night and Day.

♪ Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom-tom ♪

♪ When the jungle shadows fall ♪

♪ Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock ♪

♪ As it stands against the wall ♪

♪ Like the drip, drip, drip of the raindrops ♪

♪ When the summer shower is through ♪

♪ So a voice within me keeps repeating ♪

♪ You, you, you ♪

♪ Night and day ♪

♪ You are the one ♪

♪ Only you ♪

♪ Beneath the moon and under the sun ♪

♪ Whether near to me or far ♪

♪ It's no matter darling where you are ♪

♪ I think of you ♪

♪ Night and day ♪

♪ Day and night ♪

♪ Why is it so ♪

♪ That this longing for you follows wherever I go ♪

♪ In the roaring traffic's boom, in the silence of my lonely room ♪

♪ I think of you, night and day ♪

♪ Night and day ♪

♪ Under the hide of me ♪

♪ There's an, oh, such a hungry yearning ♪

♪ Burning inside of me ♪

♪ And its torment won't be through ♪

♪ Til you let me spend my life ♪

♪ Making love to you ♪

♪ Day and night ♪

♪ Night and day ♪

♪ Night and day ♪

- Balloon? - Yeah.

- He's dead. - Who is it?

- The manager. - Saunders.

You can't go back to your hotel, won't be safe.

I know, we're going to your place, I have to get the slippers.

Cover the place boys.

- Oh, my slippers, I forgot them. - Hey lady...

My, my.

- Good morning Miss Fletcher. - Hello Maxwell.

- Well. - I just came up and there he was.

- Oh? Hello. - Good morning Miss Collins.

It's alright Maxwell.

Everything is fine.

Everything is fine.

- We, we're working on a murder together. - Oh?

- Yeah, I stayed here all night. - Oh?>

Yes it, it was safer than going home.

I don't doubt it.

- He always snore like that? - I am his secretary.

His fiancee. No, not that way, upstairs.

Mr. Morgan. Oh, Mr. Morgan.

Please wake up. Oh but you got to wake up Mr. Morgan...

Mr. Morgan ain't home just now, I'm sorry. I can't let you in.

But I ain't supposed to let anyone in without Mr. Morgan's permission.

Young man, I don't care to argue with you, I am Haskell of the New York office.

I demand admission. Mr. Morgan?

Mr. Morgan?

Oh, there you are.

Why you, you, where is she?

Where is she?

Snoring won't get you anyplace. Come, come, come, where is she?

- Where's who? - Where's Miss Collins?

Oh, Miss Collins. Oh, she...

- What makes you think she's here? - She's not at her hotel.

She's not at her Aunt Martha's and you are...

- Ah-ja. - What?

I said Ah-ja.

Mr. Morgan, why did you spend the night on this couch, unless...

Wait a minute, I can explain everything.

- That's a bedroom, isn't it? - Yes but...

And you expect me to believe that she's not in there?

Yes, no, I mean...>

Look, I might as well tell you everything, I was...

Good morning darling.

My secretary, Miss Fletcher.

- How you do? - How do you do?

- Your secretary? - We worked late.

Oh? Yes. Well, I'll be running along.

Oh, your secretary, of course, I understand. Yes. That's how I met Mrs. Haskell.

- I was her secretary, well, goodbye. - Mr. Morgan ain't in.

Step aside boy.

But I ain't supposed to let anybody in without Mr. Morgan's permission.

Say you, do you recognize this?

- Was found in the Circus Club last night. - Yes, that's my coat.

That's the man.

- Why you... - You're under arrest.

- For what? - Suspicion of murder.

Wait.

- That's ridiculous. - Good morning Miss Collins.

Mr. Morgan did not kill Mr. Saunders and I can prove it.

- I'll show you the slippers. - You just dropped one.

Oh, not those, Josiah Waring's bloodstained slippers that will...

Where are they?

Looking for a pair of dirty old slippers sir?

- Yes Maxwell. - Notice anything different?

Sure took a lot of elbow grease.

Good.

- Very good. - What's very good?

- That we're in jail. - That's good?

Of course, at last the police are interested.

I'll say they're interested.

The state of New York versus Wayne Morgan.

Do you realize that I'm under arrest for murder?

Part of my plan.

- Part of your? - Aren't you going to ask what plan?

- I'm afraid to. - Very simple.

All you have to do is tell the police that you murdered Saunders.

And they'll let me go, that will put the real murderer off guard...

and I'll be able to trap him before they convict you.

- Well? - No, I couldn't let you take that chance.

Oh but Mr. Morgan, it would solve the whole case.

Trade you, it's like one of your books. You know, the last chapter.

- I like that. - You do?

The last chapter, the end, the finish.

Roger, Roger smiled grimly...

for he knew he must die, die bravely.

Die for a murder which he never committed.

- That's wonderful. - Then suddenly, he thought of her.

- Of her? - Of...

- What's your name? - Nicki.

And suddenly he thought of Nicki.

Of the beautiful girl who had all unconsciously, lured him to his death.

And then he knew.

- He knew that, in spite of everything, - Yes?

- In spite of all she'd done... - Yes?

There you are Miss Collins.

Oh, I can't believe it, I simply can't believe it.

To think that a daughter of HG would wind up in the big house.

Oh, this isn't the big house Mr. Haskell, is more like their New York office.

- Really Miss Collins, well? - Must be one of these.

Oh, here it is.

No, that isn't it.

See?

Murderer.

The goodness knows what your Aunt Martha is going to think of me.

- Now you won't have to confess. - Thanks.

- Oh please don't worry, I'll get... - Miss Collins...

HG's daughter chatting with a killer.

Now, I'm going to post your bail, so you follow me very closely.

She comes now.

Now Miss Collins, if you just stay by me everything will be alright.

There, you see? They're all gone.

You remain here for a moment, I'll get you out so fast they'll never even see you.

- I'll use the old Haskell T formation. - Grab it Ted.

Now gentlemen, you're just wasting your time, Miss Collins refuses...

Big smile now Mr. Haskell, big smile.

- No, no, no, no pictures. - Now look Mr. Haskell.

- No pictures. - We got to have a statement.

- Thank you Miss Collins. - The crime pin-up girl of the year.

Gentlemen, no. You, you in the gray coat, put that camera away.

I must insist on no publicity, or HG would be horrified.

You in the gray camera, put that coat away.

Gentlemen, I must insist upon the return of those exposed negatives immediately.

Come, thank you and you...

How would you like to get out of here Miss Collins?

- I'd love to but I... - I've already bailed you out.

Had a pretty tough session with the family last night.

They'd like to see you right away, that is...

- if you'd like to see the family. - Let's go.

- Goodbye. - Thank you very much Mr. Haskell.

Officer, where is Miss Collins?

- Why, she's gone. - Gone? I came to bail her out.

- She's been bailed out. - That's impossible.

Miss Collins, come back to jail immediately.

Hey Jim, come in here.

I'd like to post bail for Miss Nicki Collins.

Brother, so would everybody in New York, she was just bailed out.

- Really? By whom? - Waring, Arnold Waring.

- Arnold? - Anything wrong?

I hope not.

- May I ask you a question Miss Collins? - Of course.

How did you find out that my late lamented uncle was murdered?

- You know that? - Oh yes.

That's what I, the family, want to talk to you about.

Read all about it. Read all about the big nightclub murder.

- Margo? - Didn't you know?

She was found strangled in her apartment.

You didn't answer me, how did you find out that my uncle was murdered?

I, I saw it.

You saw it?

Well, we'll be at the office in a few minutes.

- It's closed, there's no one here. - That's funny.

I know, let's drive around through the alley.

By the way Miss Collins, did you see who killed my uncle?

Not his face, it was dark and he was turned away.

But I think it was a younger...

- You were about to say something. - No, I wasn't.

You were about to say you thought it was a younger man...

and you stopped talking because it suddenly occurred to you...

that I might be that younger man.

- Yes. - Who told you I hated my uncle?

No one.

Well, I did hate him and so did Jonathan and Wiggam...

and especially Saunders.

You know, Saunders had the most to gain, you see, he was in...

Hey...

Come back here.

Oh, come now, let's not play games.

Miss Collins...

You're not a fool, I just want to talk to you.

Don't run away, I'm not going to hurt you.

Miss Collins, don't go out there.

It's your brother, he's upstairs. He did it, he killed your uncle.

- He'll kill me. - Not if you keep quiet, come with me.

Quick, we can make it.

Miss Collins? Miss Collins...

He's gone.

Yes, but he's still in the building, so maybe we ought to...

Why, it's strange.

You know, in a room something like this one.

In a room something like this one, I saw your uncle murdered.

Exactly like this one.

Then you're...

Yes Miss Collins.

The same man you saw doing this...

once before.

Now no one on that train can see your silhouette.

In a moment, the train would've moved on.

But, but the police?

What about the police?

They're bound to investigate. They'll find out you killed your uncle.

- Why should I've killed my uncle? - For his money.

- Margo got his money. - They'll find out you were Margo's boss.

- Saunders was Margo's boss. - They'll find out you were Saunders's boss.

Not from Saunders, they won't.

- You'll never get away with it. - But I will get away with it.

You, you will?

In a little while I'm sending for the police.

You see, they already know how worried I am about you.

And when they arrive...

they'll find a very beautiful young woman...

the victim of a rather affectionate maniac.

My brother Arnold.

And Arnold destroyed by his own brother, the protector of the Waring honor...

myself.

- But they'll know you killed him. - Of course.

But they'll find this in Arnold's hand...

and they'll thank me for killing him.

I wouldn't try to run away Miss Collins.

Uncle Josiah, Saunders...

Margo, Arnold and you.

Then I'll have to start on the other hand.

- With Aunt Charlotte? - Oh, no.

I like Aunt Charlotte and she likes me.

I've always been her favorite nephew.

And she's been more than an aunt to me.

Even when I was a little boy, every night she used to...

The train is pulling away.

You know, it's too bad you don't like me.

Oh, but I, but I do like you.

You, you remember, we, we danced together.

Yes, I remember.

Come here Miss Collins.

I'm sorry, that's a closet Miss Collins.

Yes, I remember dancing with you.

And I remember thinking how lovely you looked...

and how someday you and I would be in this room, alone.

You see...

Don't worry Mr. Waring.

I'm not, now.

I always hoped something like this would happen.

You see, I never liked you.

This will be a very great pleasure.

Arnold, you mustn't, I'm your brother.

Here, keep him covered. It's alright darling, you're safe now.

- Turn around. - You heard him, turn around.

- He's talking to you. - Oh?

Then he's...

You'd better have another chapter Mr. Morgan.

I don't like sad endings.

Wait. Mr. Waring...

What would you say if I told you that I didn't come here alone?

I'd say you'd a wonderful imagination.

What would you say if I told you that I was followed here by the police?

I'd say you're a detective story writer.

What would you say if I told you that now, at this minute...

three heavily armed policemen stand outside that door?

I'd say, come in gentlemen.

Darling...

Oh, get some water please.

Oh darling, you're wonderful.

Come in.

Would you folks like your berths made up now?

- Come back later please. - Yes ma'am.

Do you know what darling?

- What? - This is your finest book.

- The man with the green hat did it. - Of course, that's why he...

Oh, Wayne. Now you just spoiled the whole book.

I could've looked in the back if I wanted to peek, why did you...