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"I am The Whistler."

"And I know many things for I walk by night."

"I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women"

"who have stepped into the shadows."

"Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak."

"It is Edward Stillwell who walks alone."

"He's a kindly, unimportant little man."

"The type you pass on the street without noticing."

"Tonight however, something will happen to him that changes everything."

"Something to make his life important and exciting and dangerous."

Mr Stillwell? - Yes, ma'am.

I have an appointment to see Mr Gale. - Yes. I know.

Mr Stillwell is here. - "Send him in."

Go right in.

Thank you.

Mr Stillwell?

Yes, sir. - Come in, sir.

Come in.

I want to thank you for staying in so late to see me.

Don't mention it. Sit down.

Thank you.

What can I do for you?

I want to how much it would cost to have a young lady traced.

Well, that I cannot say offhand.

When did she disappear? Who is she?

Her name is Elora Lund.

"It is seven years now since I saw her."

"That was when her mother died."

"Elora was fourteen then."

Seven years is a long time.

It might cost a lot of money to find her.

Are you a professional or a businessman, Mr Stillwell?

I have a store at 2319 McCall Street.

A music store.

Phonographs. New and second hand.

Where do you live?

I beg your pardon? - I said where do you live?

2319 McCall street.

Same address as the store?

Yes. I have an apartment in the back.

Elora and her mother live somewhere in the neighborhood too.

I know that because I see Elora playing along the block.

And see her mother coming home from work.

The husband had been dead a good many years.

He was a violinist.

Can you give me an address to start from?

Just the neighborhood.

What does a girl like at fourteen?

Ah, she was just a little girl.

I would see lots of them playing along the block.

And Elora Lund was no different than the others.

Except.

She was thin.

And had long, blond curls.

And big blue eyes.

Was she a tall or short fourteen or just average?

She was going to be tall I think.

What happened to her after her mother died?

Did relatives take her? Was she put into an institution or what?

I don't know.

Well, if she's alive she can be found.

But it will take money.

I got a hundred dollars.

A hundred dollars?

Can't you dig deeper?

Isn't there any way you can raise money?

Maybe you're not very interested in locating her.

I can mortgage my business for a few hundred.

I wouldn't do that to you.

A hundred buck would go like that and we'd be no nearer to her.

Would it make any difference if I tell you ..

If you find Elora Lund.

She will pay you any sum.

Thousands.

Yes. Tens of thousands for bringing us together.

What makes you think so? - Nothing I'm at liberty to discuss.

Let me say.

The success of this office relies on the mutual trust between clients and myself.

I'm sorry.

I may not be the greatest detective in the world.

But I am the most unusual.

Now, if you want to put your confidence in me.

I will find Elora.

All I can tell you is this.

If you find Elora Lund.

It's possible she will make you a wealthy man.

Well.

I'll see what I can do with this.

In the meantime, have you tried to locate her?

Oh yes. I put an ad in the newspapers.

In the personal column.

If anyone tries to answer that ad.

I want you to get in touch with me night or day. Will you?

Sure.

And I'll let you know when I've anything to report.

Thank you.

Good evening.

You want me to save this? - Certainly.

Open a file for Mr Stillwell. - Will you really look for that girl?

Of course I am. What's more, I will find her.

"Thee days have passed."

"And Stillwell has had no word from the private detective he engaged."

"He has almost given up hope that he will ever find Elora Lund."

"But tonight his long search is coming to an end."

Mr Stillwell.

Mr Stillwell.

Mr Stillwell.

Daddy Stillwell?

How are you?

What can I do for you?

It's a miracle I ever knew you were looking for me.

I've been away.

But a girl I went to school with sent me a clipping.

Elora?

Elora Lund.

My, how you've grown.

You're just like I pictured you.

And you're just like I remembered you.

You haven't changed a bit.

Seven years don't make much difference at my age.

Come Elora. Here.

Sit down.

There.

Now come on. Tell me.

What have you been doing?

And why didn't you come to see me?

I was afraid they would put me in an orphanage.

So I took what little money there was in the house and ran away.

I suppose you're wondering why I advertized for you?

Of course I am.

And even if you only wanted to talk to me I'm glad you did.

I guess I was too young to appreciate everything but ..

I'll never forget what a friend you were to mother and me.

Do you remember those odds and ends your mother used to bring me to sell for her?

I brought some myself when she was ill.

Well.

I never sold them.

I thought perhaps if your mother got well ..

She would like to buy them back.

They were heirlooms.

Things she brought from Sweden.

Would you like me to buy them back now?

Is that why you wanted to find me?

No, no, no.

My dear.

I wanted to tell you.

You are a rich young woman.

Among those odds and ends I found a treasure that's worth a fortune.

What is it?

All in good time, Elora.

All in good time.

I must go out for a minute or two.

But you can wait right here.

I engaged a detective to try and find you, my dear.

And I told him I'd let him know the minute you answered my advertisement.

I'll be back in a minute or two.

Mr Gale?

This is Mr Stillwell.

Hello, Mr Stillwell.

She is?

And I'm sure she is Elora Lund.

Elora.

Elora.

Mr Stillwell.

I was frightened.

I thought I heard somebody in the store.

Nobody would come at this hour.

I've got something to show you while we are waiting for Mr Gale.

See. It's a newspaper clipping.

I thought of you the minute I read it.

Here it is.

Read it, Elora.

And you'll understand why I said ..

You are a rich young woman.

Yes?

What can I do for you?

What happened, Mr Gale? - Gentlemen, wait a minute.

The owner of this store, Mr Stillwell, was murdered.

Who discovered the body? - Me.

Again?

Mr Stillwell has run ads in the papers to try to locate a Miss Lund.

Yeah?

He phoned to say she's in the store.

When I arrived he was dead and she'd gone.

Give us a break. - Wait a minute.

A significant feature of the whole thing is that this girl is not Elora Lund.

Who is she? - An imposter.

You can print that or put it on the air.

Where's the phone? - Upstairs. First landing.

Thanks, Mr Gale. Thanks very much.

Just a minute.

Dr Gale for Miss Hanson. - Oh.

You dirty rat.

You got your nerve to come here.

Why? What have I done?

You said it would be easy. There was no danger.

You put me on a swell spot.

I got you off that spot too, didn't I?

Oh you did? How?

Open the door, Freda.

Let me in.

Now, Freda.

I knew someone was following you. They thought you were Elora Lund.

I told the reporters that you weren't and they broadcast it.

Who killed the old man? - I was tied up and gagged.

I thought I was going to get the knife like Stillwell.

You were going to protect me. Remember?

How was I to know he was going to be murdered?

Did you kill him, Freda?

Unless you've a pretty good story the police will believe you killed him.

You will have to keep me clear of the police.

You got me into this.

I know I did, dear. But I wasn't present when he was murdered and you were.

I paid you a hundred bucks to find out why he was anxious to locate Elora Lund.

Stillwell was alive for a time after you got there. What did he talk about?

About the girl's mother.

She sold him a lot of junk she brought from the old country.

And among that junk was something very valuable.

What was it?

He wouldn't say.

Come on now, Freda. I put you up for the part of Elora.

He was convinced you were on the level. - Maybe.

He wouldn't speak until you got there. - What did you do when he phoned me?

Nothing.

What did you say when he came back? - I said I heard somebody in the store.

All of a sudden a door behind him opened and a guy walked into the room.

Had you seen that guy before? - No.

Was he carrying anything? - No.

I'll answer it.

Oh. Good evening, Mr Summers.

I have had complaints about noise in this apartment.

Mr Gale, this is Mr Summers.

The manager.

You'll have to leave immediately.

We can't have loud talking at this time of night.

People have to sleep. - I can explain, Mr Summers.

I'm sorry. You will have to leave.

Goodnight.

You had better go, Don. - Just a minute. Just a minute.

Are you sure the tough guy didn't take anything with him?

Yes. He took me.

Then it was Elora Lund he wanted.

He let you go when the broadcast stated that the girl in the store was a phony.

Where'd he take you?

I don't know. I was blindfolded.

When he stopped the car he untied me and walked me into a building.

Anybody else there? - I didn't hear anybody.

But I heard a radio.

Sometime in the night I heard a news broadcast.

Get fixed up. We're going places. - Where are we going?

To find this tough guy and toss him to the police.

And we just drive round and round until we run into him?

You will show me where he took you. - Alright.

Go down and wait for me in your car.

This is the maddest thing I ever heard of, even coming from you.

I haven't the faintest idea where he took me.

I know your eyes were covered but you had other senses.

You could smell and hear and feel.

Did you hear anything in that building besides the radio?

I heard a railroad engine.

That's something.

Did you smell any industrial fumes around there?

When we got out of the car I smelled .. chocolate.

Well, the Milk & Candy Company is at the foot of Dower Street.

What was the street like, smooth or bumpy?

It was bumpy .. like cobbles.

That should put us on Macy Street behind the Milk & Candy Company.

What happened after that?

We drove a little way along an unpaved road.

Don. I am frightened.

Let's get out of here.

When you got out of that car ..

Did you step on cement or grass?

It felt like gravel.

Then it went on to a boardwalk.

And finally.

Three steps up into the house.

Don, look.

This must be the place.

Let's get out of here.

You go back and wait.

Don't do it, Don. There's a killer in there.

I don't see any car around. I don't think anybody is in there.

I'm going to find out.

You crazy fool. - Go back and wait.

Open up, Pontos.

Open up, Pontos.

Pontos, open the door.

Open up, Pontos.

There is one of them.

There he goes. Stop!

Who were they?

I think it was the police but I did not stop to look at their shields.

No. I guess Stillwell's murderer is dead.

Do you want to drive? - You're doing alright.

Did you lose a shoe? - I'm afraid so.

What if they find it?

Maybe we had better go back and look for it?

Keep on going.

Yeah?

"Taggart and Burns. We want to see you." - Come on up.

Hello Gale.

Hi.

Forgive us for keeping you up. - That is alright.

How you doing with the Stillwell case? - We got his murderer.

It was Harry Pontos.

He was killed resisting arrest. - Well, it's fast work.

Did you understand?

I said the murderer was Harry Pontos.

Am I supposed to know him? - Every dick in the country knows him.

He does murders, stickups, burglaries. - A very mean man with a knife.

He grew up here but he never pulled any jobs in town.

He probably did not want to embarrass his folks.

We found a trick knife in his bedroom.

He hadn't even bothered to wash the blood off.

The medical examiner says it just fits the wound in Stillwell's back.

Lots of fingerprints on it too.

You fellows can write that one finished.

Yeah. But it would look better in the record if we had a motive.

Maybe we'll get a motive from the woman in Stillwell's store.

Or from the guy that jumped out of Pontos' window.

A funny thing about that.

I saw him when he was going over the fence.

He looked just like you.

The same size.

Same build.

Even his feet looked about the same size as yours.

How did you happen to suspect Pontos?

We got a phone tip.

Any idea who gave it to us? - A woman.

A woman with a cultured voice who refused to reveal her identity.

Yes. It usually is.

This time it was a man.

You don't have any ideas about that guy who went out the window, do you?

Certainly not.

Don't bother to hide that.

Here's the mate to it.

Thanks.

Thanks for bringing it back.

Alright.

I got the same tip you did.

And I thought I'd follow it through before bothering you.

I found that trick knife in Pontos' pocket.

Before I could do anything you guys started hammering on the door.

What else did you find there? - The same stuff you found.

And the diamonds Pontos took from the music box?

Diamonds?

Yes. Diamonds. Emeralds. Whatever was in the music box.

What music box?

For your private information there was one in Pontos bedroom closet.

We took it apart. Apparently something was hidden there.

How big was it? - 6 inches in height and 7 in diameter.

Not big enough to hold much cash but a lot of uncut gems could be hidden in it.

I doubt it. - So Pontos made a mistake?

Something like that. - This case don't wash up that easy.

You trip over loose ends wherever you turn.

For instance, who was the girl in Stillwell's store?

Where is she? - That is confusing, isn't it.

You were quick to tell reporters it wasn't the real Elora Lund.

How did you know that? - I talked to Stillwell on the phone.

Who was Elora Lund and why did Stillwell want her?

If I only knew the answer to that one. - We'll know it before we leave here.

You imply I know more than I'm telling?

We're also implying your part in the housebreaking.

You can't be serious. - You think not?

Maybe you did and maybe you didn't know about the music box.

But you broke into Pontos' house. That is enough to send you over.

Now, who is Elora Lund?

Who is Elora Lund? - Now, Taggart. Take it easy.

Even a murderer has rights. Remember, we knocked before we came in here.

I've told you all I know.

If you insist on making yourselves ridiculous ..

And accuse me of housebreaking then I'm your prisoner.

Name the woman who was with Stillwell and we forget the housebreaking for now.

Hello?

Yes. This is Don Gale.

Come right over here. It's important.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is she? - You took the call.

Who was that woman? - I don't know.

You teetered around the law for years. - Get dressed.

"Unaware of the search that's being made for her."

"The real Elora Lund is recovering from the effects of an accident."

"In the quiet of a sanitarium."

Elora.

Elora.

Yes?

Do you know a man named Stillwell?

Yes. I knew him when I was a child.

What about him?

He was murdered last night.

And somebody using your name was in his store at the time.

Nurse.

Nurse.

She came to us a month ago.

To recuperate from injuries incurred in an auto accident.

Is she able to walk? - Yes. She leaves in a day or two.

Then she was physically able to go into town last night?

But she did not. I saw her in the dining room between 7 and 8.

Later, we ran a movie in the auditorium. She was there until 10 o'clock.

Hello, Miss Lund. - Hello.

Come in.

This is detective Taggart and detective Burns.

How do you do? - Sit down, Miss Lund.

Why was Stillwell advertizing for you? - I don't know.

He must have had a reason to want you to contact him.

Do you think he wanted to make you his heir?

As I remember him, he was just a kindly old man.

He was not the type to accumulate a lot of money.

Do you think the young woman who impersonated you last night ..

Could have been one of those children you used to play with?

No. He would have recognised her.

Perhaps some adventuress came across the ad and saw it as an opportunity?

No. That kind of person would not have fooled Stillwell for a moment.

She had to resemble Miss Lund and answer any questions Stillwell needed to ask.

That imposter is the key to the whole case.

It must be someone who knows a lot about you.

I don't know who it could be.

I would only be too glad to help if I could.

If you really want to cooperate with us Miss Lund, you can.

You likely read in the papers ..

That we hold the private detective that Stillwell engaged.

Yes, I did.

We think he sent that imposter to Stillwell.

Stillwell would have described you to Gale as well as he could.

He'd also have given him a lot of information about you.

We haven't got any proof that Gale sent the girl to Stillwell.

We don't want to be unfair to him. He may be absolutely honest.

That's what you can find out for us, if you will.

I don't know what I can do.

We'd like you come back to town with us and see Gale.

Is it alright for me to leave, Dr Connell?

Yes. If you wish. - Good.

We'll have Gale released. Then we want you to call at his office.

Take some I.D. Tell him you want to know why Stillwell was advertizing for you.

I'll be ready in a minute.

Now you know what the inside of a jail looks like.

We're going to be nice to you and let you play around in the free, fresh air.

Just for a few hours. Then we bring you back to put a formal charge against you.

Unless you bring in the girl. - What girl?

The one you sent up to Stillwell.

If I had sent one up, wouldn't I be a sucker to tell you?

Maybe that's where you made your slip.

So long, Gale.

We'll be seeing you.

I thought you were .. - In jail?

I was. But they let me out to get you.

You are kidding, Don.

You didn't tell them about me. - And why not?

You tried to murder me last night. - You are crazy.

I warned you not to go in that house.

I told you he was dangerous.

You did everything but tell me he was Pontos.

And then, to make doubly sure I'd be burned down you phoned the police.

I waited for you outside in the car.

I was there when you ran out, wasn't I?

And I drove you away. - You didn't wait outside Pontos' house.

You drove four tenths of a mile to a phone and four tenths of a mile back.

Don, you are .. - I looked at the speedometer.

Poor Freda. You never thought you'd have to face me after pulling that one.

Did the police say a woman phoned? - No. It was a man.

Your boyfriend.

You phoned him and he phoned the police.

You are right, Don.

But I only did it to help you.

I knew he was a killer.

You .. you must believe me.

I was scared you'd get killed in there.

That's why I phoned. - Oh no, Freda.

Your boyfriend phoned and told the police Pontos was there.

So they'd go in shooting and burn down anyone they saw.

A neat little plot to get rid of me.

You don't believe anything I say so go ahead and tell the police about me.

They won't do much to me and it will cost you your license.

It's not as simple as that. You and I have a lot to settle first.

You are right. We have something to settle.

You lied to me. Pitched me into a murder.

Now talk.

You're hurting me, Don.

You thought money was waiting for Elora Lund.

And thought you could put yourself over as Elora long enough to get that money.

So you found a way to get me out of the picture.

No.

You are all wrong.

You're only guessing.

Why would I double-cross you?

There was no point in killing Stillwell unless you knew what it was all about.

So we can start from there.

And remember. You are talking for your life.

Alright.

There is money in it.

Two hundred thousand dollars.

Think of it.

A hundred thousand dollars .. each.

So now we're partners?

Why didn't you cut me in last night?

I felt I was entitled to anything I could get for what I went through.

What you went through? - Alright. I am greedy.

Pontos was working with me.

But what about you?

You're only sore because you wanted to grab it all for yourself.

What was it Stillwell had that was worth $200,000 and where is it?

The police. They followed you here.

Answer it.

Freda.

Freda.

She is here. - Freda?

No. Elora Lund. The real one.

I put her in your office as this place was like the squad room at headquarters.

Good girl.

If anyone comes in here even smelling of the police, give me a few buzzes.

Don. - What's the matter with you?

You feel you don't work for a decent firm because I spent a night in jail?

It happens. - So what is it?

Elora Lund is a sweet kid and I won't stand by and see her robbed.

When have I ever robbed a client? - Whenever you had an opportunity.

Good afternoon, Miss Lund.

I am Mr Gale.

Please don't stand up.

I suppose you read in the papers that Mr Stillwell engaged me to locate you?

I have been in a sanitarium recovering from an accident.

Oh, I am so sorry.

Now you're here it should be comparatively simple to ..

Get whatever it was Mr Stillwell wanted you to have.

I don't think I understand.

We go to the police. Prove your identity.

Make a formal claim for your property.

But I haven't any idea why Mr Stillwell was advertizing for me.

You haven't? - No.

Was your family related in any way to Jenny Lind?

No. Not that I ever heard of.

I want you think very carefully before you answer this.

Did your mother ever sell Mr Stillwell any old wax records?

Yes. - What were they?

Buena Vista and Summertime. Jenny Lind sang them.

What condition were they in?

I don't know. I never saw them but mother told me about them.

They were in a little square trunk with some music boxes.

Jenny Lind died in 1887.

How did your mother acquire them?

Jenny Lind made them for grandfather but he never went into commercial business.

Stillwell wanted you to have them. He told me as much.

And I feel confident the records are somewhere in that store.

Then the police can find them.

While you and I know the records are rightfully yours, we can't prove it.

No matter how much the police might want to help you.

They can't turn over to you anything that they find in the store.

The records do belong to me, don't they? - Of course they do.

And I'm going to get them for you.

And what's more, I'm going to turn Stillwell's murder over to justice.

Is what you are going to do legal?

Turning a murderer over to justice is certainly legal.

Won't it be dangerous? - Not for you it won't.

Of course, I expect to be paid for any risks I take.

Shall we say that I'm to receive ..

One fourth of whatever the records bring?

Really, Miss Lund. It is .. - That is only fair.

Fine.

Where are you stopping? - At The Garden hotel.

I don't want the police to see you until this is all over.

I'm going to take you to the home of a woman I know.

A very nice woman. And you'll be out of sight there.

Now.

Some of my clients like to leave this way. Unnoticed.

If you don't mind I prefer to go out the way I came in.

We're playing for big stakes. We can't afford to be squeamish, can we?

If you've no confidence in me, maybe we turn the whole thing over to the police?

It isn't exactly that.

It's just that the confidence seems to be all on one side.

You've not spoken about the girl you sent to Mr Stillwell to impersonate me.

Oh that.

Stillwell wanted me to do the job of locating you without pay.

I had to see what it was all about, didn't I?

I see. What was her name?

Just a girl that works for me occasionally.

I'll tell you all about her later. Come on.

Miss Denning. I'd like to have you meet Miss Lund.

I'm always pleased to meet any friend of Don's.

Miss Lund is a client of mine.

She'd like to keep out of sight for the rest of the day.

Come along.

Just make yourself perfectly at home.

No-one will bother you here, dearie.

Rose.

I don't want her to use the phone and I don't want her to leave.

Do you expect me to use force if she tries to get away?

I expect you to use your head.

Don.

If I'm not back by 2am let her do whatever she wants to.

Get me the police.

Operator?

Hello?

Operator.

So sorry, dearie. The phone is out of order.

They're supposed to fix it today.

It sounded alright when I dialled and then it went dead.

Sit down, dearie. Sit down and take your weight off your feet.

I don't know anything about telephones.

I never was one for anything mechanical.

I don't like the nasty things.

They get on my nerves. Ringing all night.

Do you have any other .. lodgers?

Not for the moment.

It's easier and more profitable.

To have only occasional guests. Like yourself.

Then the others only stay a couple of hours like I'm doing?

Oh my, no.

They stay for days.

Even weeks sometimes.

Have a drink?

No thank you.

I don't like to waste it, you know.

Now don't you get to thinking there's anything wrong.

I have connections.

With private detectives and lawyers.

Sometimes it is witnesses.

They have to keep undercover.

Sometimes it's clients who want to avoid process servers.

Sometimes it's a gentleman who's behind with his alimony.

They are all perfectly nice people.

Good afternoon, sir.

Mr Brown? - Yes.

I am Don Gale. Mr Stillwell's friend.

You knew him well, didn't you? - Indeed, yes.

I was perhaps his closest friend. - That's what he led me to believe.

He said that if anything happens to him before I was able to locate Elora ..

That I should contact you and you'd help me in any way you can.

Naturally. You see, I knew Elora too.

So you want to see Elora get what's rightfully hers.

And see his murderers brought to justice.

Of course.

You see, the police seem to be absolutely at a loss.

In fact, I don't think anything will ever be done if it's left to them.

I know who the murderers are.

Could we talk privately in your office?

Certainly, Mr Gale. Right this way.

Hello Charlie. - Her name is Freda Hanson.

She didn't leave her apartment all day. The manager came to see if she was okay.

He found her body in a closet.

She was strangled with a piece of strong cord.

Who put the body on the couch? - The manager.

When he found her in the closet he untied this rope from around her throat.

He carried her in there to revive her.

I figured he was about six hours too late.

The medical examiner will tell us when she died.

Where's the manager now? - Downstairs.

Go and get him.

Pardon me, dearie.

Say.

Can't we get out of here for a while?

Mr Gale doesn't want you to leave the house.

You mean I am a prisoner? - Don't be absurd.

You wanted to come here, didn't you?

Aren't you going to answer the door?

Nope.

We are not receiving tonight. - It might be Mr Gale.

No. He won't be in until after midnight.

I don't know when he'll be here but if you don't answer the door I will.

Very well.

But I know it's not Mr Gale.

'Elora Lund. Born August 18th 1924'.

'General hospital. Parents Mr and Mrs Lund'.

Get the idea?

That's the information you'd pass to anyone doing a job of impersonation.

Here is the manager now.

Send him in.

I'm James Summers, gentlemen. I hope I didn't do wrong by moving the body.

Miss Gordon from next door was with me. We felt Miss Hanson may be still alive.

That was the natural thing to do. - Where was Freda Hanson employed?

I don't know. She was a ..

Photographic model I heard.

I guess Miss Gordon would know more about it than anybody.

Will you ask Miss Gordon to see us in the lobby in a few minutes?

I'll be glad to.

Henry. - Yes, sir?

Go to my office and get a photo of Don Gale. You'll find some on my desk.

Yes, sir.

I want to see Mr Taggart or Mr Burns.

I am Elora Lund.

Did you just leave Don Gale, Miss Lund?

No, I didn't. - Henry.

Yes, sir? - This is Miss Lund.

This officer will take you to them. They want to see you right away.

Thank you. - This way, Miss.

Did you see the man I described come in here?

Yes. He walked right on past the desk without announcing himself.

Mr Summers saw him too. - How long before he came down again?

About twenty minutes.

Miss Lund has been looking for you.

Mr Taggart, I .. - One moment, Miss Lund.

Yes. That's him.

Now look carefully and take your time. Your identification will hang that man.

So what? He killed Freda, didn't he?

"And so Gale is charged with the cowardly murder of a woman."

"The police have a strong motive. They have proof of his opportunity."

"They have incontrovertible evidence .."

"That he was in Freda's apartment at the time she was killed."

"In fact, they have everything."

"Except Don Gale."

Jimmy.

Pour Joan a drink. - Right away, sir.

I don't want anything, Jimmy.

Are you out of your mind or just drunk? I've been looking everywhere for you.

I hardly expected to find you in a bar. - Why not?

They found Freda's body.

I said, they found Freda's body.

What are you talking about?

The police know you were at her place. They're looking for you.

I came to warn you. That's all I can do for you.

It's more than I should.

Before you go, tell me.

Am I supposed to have murdered Freda?

Please, Don. Don't touch me.

Don't even talk to me.

People are watching us. - You can set your little mind at rest.

I disliked Freda but not enough to kill her.

They have proof you were at her apartment at the time she was murdered.

If you didn't kill her, who did? - I don't know.

Someone came to the door but I didn't see who it was.

Goodnight Jimmy. - Come back soon.

Don.

Are you going to give yourself up? - Not right away.

You won't last five minutes outside. Every cop in town is looking for you.

And I'll be looking for every police car in town. That will make us even.

Why don't you go to them and tell them everything you know?

That's what any innocent man would do.

Well, I am not any innocent man.

Have a look around outside.

Don. What are you going to do?

I'm off to Stillwell's.

I'm going to get a couple of Jenny Lind records that are worth $200,000.

The man who killed Freda knows about them too.

I hope to meet him there.

And then you give Elora Lund the records and ..

Hand the murderer over to the police?

Is that it? - That's the plot.

I don't believe it. If that were true you'd go to the police right now.

Well, have it your way.

I'm going to get those records and head for the border.

If I thought you really meant that ..

I'd got straight to headquarters and tell Taggart and Burns.

Do what you like.

Are you alright?

Yep.

Can you make it up those stairs?

Yep.

That's Gale's secretary.

She's gone back to tell him the coast is clear.

"Look out."

"Brown has been murdered."

"And if the police catch you here."

"They will pin this one on you too."

I'm for calling it quits.

Perhaps you're right.

I've had all I want of this.

The cops are liable to be here any minute.

Maybe it's all a pipedream.

We've looked everyplace.

Well.

Haven't we?

They're worth a hundred thousand apiece.

I can't read the rest of it.

But I can read 'Jenny Lind'.

And I said it was all a pipedream.

We'd better get out of here.

Come on.

Will you kindly put those records on the floor, Mr Summers?

I guess it's time for us all to be reasonable.

We'll declare you in, Mr Gale.

I'm not interested.

Pontos was one of your partners.

Freda the other.

Freda can thank you for what she got.

You were going to turn her over to the police.

I'm going to turn you over.

Your friend here and the records.

You are kidding.

You wouldn't throw a fortune like this away.

But I would.

Somebody is going to hang for Freda and Stillwell.

If it isn't you I am very much afraid it might very much be me.

Strop!

Police headquarters.

This is Don Gale.

Get in touch with Taggart and Burns and tell them I'm at Brown's brass shop.

I have Freda Hanson's murderer and the Jenny Lind records that caused all this.

Too bad.

One of the bullets went right through the box before it hit him.

"And so, after long years of balancing precariously .."

"On the borderline of the law."

"Don Gale was trying at the end to do the right thing."

"But he made one fatal mistake."

"Thinking that one of the killers had come back to attack him."

"He fired blindly."

"Taggart and Burns will never know."

"That Gale's shots were not meant for them."

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