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How much further?

Just off this dirt road, Mr. Ness.

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Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Richard Devon

and Frank De Kova.

With special guest star Joan Blondell.

And narrated by Walter Winchell.

September 8, 1934, 5:15 a.m.

The Morro Castle, an American cruise liner

returning from Cuba with 318 passengers

and a crew of 231, was ablaze off Spring Lake, New Jersey.

All efforts to curb the fire were in vain.

At the same time, Eliot Ness,

acting on reports from Cuban agents,

was racing down the Jersey coast

to the scene of the disaster...

where passengers and crew

were being pulled out of the sea.

Ness was on his way to arrest passenger Valentine Ferrar,

racketeer, gambler, disbarred lawyer, a founder

of the Big Syndicate... It was reported

that Ferrar had collected for the Syndicate,

then in control of most of the U.S. criminal world,

over a million dollars from their interests in Havana.

See anything of this face?

They all look the same.

Got a name?

Valentine Ferrar.

Ferrar... Ferrar, Valentine.

Drowned, reported by an eyewitness.

The eyewitness have a name?

Name's Beggs.

Inky Beggs, Ferrar's sidekick.

Where can I find Beggs?

He just left for New York,

wrapped in a Red Cross blanket, in a big hurry.

Beggs no sooner hit the city

than he found himself rushed to another destination.

This time, he was not in a hurry of his own choice.

He was being taken to a loft building

in lower Manhattan, blindfolded,

so that he could not retrace his steps,

if he left there alive,

to testify before the Big Syndicate's

secret and notorious underground court.

Don't be nervous, Inky.

We just want to ask some questions.

The reason for this court

is to find out the truth.

You understand, Inky?

Yeah, sure.

When the Morro Castle caught fire,

who was carrying the money?

You or Valentine?

Val.

How?

In a money belt.

Then what happened?

Then he jumped in the water.

Why didn't you jump, Inky?

I can't swim, and-and I didn't have no life belt.

Valentine had the last one, eh?

No, now, wait, now, I didn't say that.

He didn't have none either.

And besides, he can swim real good.

You saw him jump overboard and hit the water?

I seen him start to swim.

Then a-a... big chunk of metal or something

dropped off the boat and it hit him and he went under

and then he didn't come up no more and...

That's all.

Am I through with?

In a hurry, Inky?

No, uh...

Welcome to Santa's workshop, Inky.

This is how we used to package the stuff.

We've got better ways now... You go the route, Inky?

No, thanks, I... I only got liquid vices, so to speak.

They call me Judge Foley... Ever hear of me, Inky?

What've you heard?

That you're psycho.

The word is "psychic", Inky.

That means I got extrasensory perception.

You don't have to know what that means, Inky,

just so long as you're impressed.

Are you impressed, Inky?

Good.

Come here.

Sit down.

I got one more question to ask you, Inky.

All you gotta do is look straight into my eyes...

and answer it.

If I buy your answer,

you and the Syndicate are still cozy.

If I don't buy it, you'll be cozy all by yourself.

Am I coming across to you, Inky?

Now, then, the question is...

Have you been tellin' us the truth?

It's the truth, I swear, I... I...

I told you the truth; it's the truth!

All right, Inky.

You're free to go now.

Who is it?

Inky.

I done it.

You got it across?

The way I handled it was beautiful, just beautiful!

Oh, she's still with me.

Who?

My angel.

How about a toast to my lucky angel, huh, Inky?

Why not?

There we go... to her.

How about a toast to the dough?

Where is it?

Right where it always was.

It's a little wet, but, uh, just as negotiable as ever.

Oh, we're gonna live the life, Inky.

You and me, a pair of kings running wild.

Mexico, South America... it's gonna be one big celebration.

The best booze, the best clothes, the best señoritas.

Yeah, if that angel friend

of yours don't cross you.

What?

No, my angel doesn't operate like that.

She's with me all the way.

Look what she's done for me already.

Tears off a piece of lightning and... zing!

Right down on the ship that's carrying

eight million bucks in my hands.

She lays down a smoke screen and says,

"Take it from here, Valentine, it's all yours."

And mine.

Sure... yours, too.

You're my partner.

Who is it?

Maintenance... there's a leak

coming from your bathroom pipe.

Get it tomorrow.

The water's coming through the wall.

It's gotta be legit... they wouldn't have let me go

if they didn't believe me; he said so.

If you're crossing me...

I swear, Val, I swear.

Where is he?

Who?

I don't know who you mean; I-I'm here alone.

You been drinking with both hands?

We're just gonna have to cut you up

into little filets, Inky.

No, no, please, please, please, no!

Wait!

Drop the knife, mister.

Leave it lay!

All right, get over against the wall, the two of you.

Me?

Yeah, you too, buddy!

What can I say, Inky, except bye-bye.

What are you doing?

You can't kiss me off like this!

When they invented closet doors, they also invented keyholes

to see through... buddy!

Look, I done my best for you, Val.

Yeah, well, your best almost caused my funeral.

And I'm too rich to die.

You can stop sweating, Mac.

You're not gonna get the topple.

I got a special à la carte order for you.

You see this?

It's my resignation from the Syndicate.

You're gonna deliver a message for me...

to Judge Foley.

The bodies were discovered by the manager

of the tourist cabins a half hour later.

He called the police, who notified Ness.

Inky Beggs.

That's one way of saving a cut

of that money Ferrar collected in Cuba.

Recognize this one?

Pedro Palmas, torpedo deluxe.

Worked for the Syndicate.

This is the house manager.

Mr. Cooley, Mr. Ness.

Hello. Sit down.

Well, I told the police everything they wanted to hear.

Fella checked in at 6:00 or so.

I didn't ask him no questions.

With five empties on my hands,

I ain't in a position to turn someone down.

You see these men come here?

Yep.

You hear the shooting?

Well, even if I did, I wouldn't go looking.

Ain't any of my business what goes on inside a cabin.

You just sweep out the bodies and forget it.

There ain't been no bodies before.

The man who rented this cabin, did you see him leave?

Yep.

He left 15 minutes after the other one.

What other one?

The one no one asked about.

You mean there was a third one?

That's right, mister.

All right, Mr. Cooley, what else have you been holding back?

Well, now, that ain't the way you're supposed to do it.

You're supposed to ask the right questions.

The only two times you saw the man who rented this cabin

is when he came and when he went, is that right?

That's a good one.

All right, Mr. Cooley, everything would be a lot easier

if you just answer the questions... not grade them.

Well, I saw him one other time.

I was making coffee in the office

and I saw him go into the telephone booth and make a call.

When was that?

Oh, about ten minutes after he come.

He had the newspaper open to the classified ads...

He was calling one of them numbers

in the personal section.

How could you have seen that from your office?

It's 30 yards away from the phone booth.

Say, you're a pretty sharp fella, you know that?

Now, look, Mr. Cooley...

Well, I... I don't mean I actually saw the newspaper

while he was telephoning, but I saw it after.

He left it in the booth and so I took it.

One of them personals was checked.

That's how I know.

Do you have the paper?

Nope. Burned it up in the stove.

Do you remember what it said?

Nope.

Mr. Cooley, is this the same paper?

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

I can point out the ad.

That's it. That one.

"Man Wanted.

"Share driving chores with lady. Destination, San Antonio.

Telephone Bayside 0-8879."

Hello, Operator...

Trace the address.

I'll try it again in a few minutes.

That one's not connected.

It shorts all the time.

You must be Mr. Williams,

who spoke to me on the phone regarding my ad.

I'm Mrs. Wagnall.

Welcome. Welcome, sir.

You're the third response to my ad,

but absolutely the only possible one.

Do sit down, Mr. Williams.

Do.

Thank you.

Yes, it would be a blotch on my husband's memory

to have flotsam or jetsam in his seat behind the wheel.

He was a real snob.

That is Gordon.

Oh, be quiet, Gordon.

His name is Gordon, too.

Would you mind too awfully if I called you Gordon, Mr. Williams?

New names are such a hurdle to get over.

Is there something wrong, Gordon?

Wrong? Uh, no, no.

I-I... I was just wondering

if we could get going right away.

Oh, no. Not till tomorrow.

I always leave on the ninth.

Always?

That's the purpose of this trip.

Every year, since the first Gordon died, five years ago

on September the ninth,

I always go on a second honeymoon...

With a gentleman.

Isn't that nice?

Yes, it's... well, you might call it

a commemoration second honeymoon.

That is to say, there are no familiarities involved.

Oh, of course, of course.

You must understand that.

You can trust me, Mrs. Wagnall.

Lucy... that's what the first Gordon called me.

Although my real name's Hannah.

He called me Lucy for Lucifer.

It was his little joke.

He was so dishy.

Yes.

Uh... well, Lucy, I've got an idea,

The ninth starts at midnight,

so why don't we get an early start and leave then?

We've got just about a half hour to go.

Well, that might be all right... why not?

I'm nearly packed.

Well, swell.

Well, then I'll just make myself at home with the other Gordons

while, uh, while you finish up.

I won't be long, Gordon.

Will you answer that, Gordon?

Sure thing.

Hello.

Hello?

I'm calling about that ad in the paper.

I'm sorry, mister, you're too late.

"Gone on vacation.

"No deliveries till further notice.

"Mrs. Gordon Wagnall."

Ness got a description of Mrs. Wagnall

from her neighbors, and information about her car

from the Division of Motor Vehicles.

He had them circulated in an all-points bulletin,

along with the dossier on Valentine Ferrar.

Here's the information we got from the fingerprints

on the third man who was in that cabin... the one that got away.

William "Bo" Arends... One of the Syndicate's punks.

See if you can pick him up. Right.

Then with the assistance of state police,

arranged for roadblocks to be set up

at various places along the main highways.

Stop it.

You got a real attachment for that bird, haven't you?

Oh, yes. He's my symbol.

Well, I don't believe in pets, personally.

You get too attached to them.

Hey, slow down so I can see which way to turn, huh?

Hey, you didn't give me a chance to see which way to go.

I've made this trip many times before.

No reflection,

but I'd feel better if you had a road map.

I've got a road map, Gordon.

Where?

It's hidden in a safe place, where I keep all my valuables.

Well, what good's that when you're travelling?

You ought to learn to trust people, Gordon.

It'll make it easier all around.

No offense.

What's wrong?

Gordon's snack.

He always has a midnight snack.

I forgot it in the rush to leave.

I won't be a minute.

I'd like a piece of rye bread, please... stale... no butter.

You gonna eat it here or your want to take it out?

It's not for me... It's for Gordon.

Yes, ma'am.

That'll be two cents, please.

Keep the change.

Maybe I ought to drive for a while.

Make a little time.

All righty, Gordon... but not too fast.

We don't want the police stopping us.

Reports from the various roadblocks

were phoned in regularly to Ness' New Jersey headquarters.

Local police units had alerted each man to the emergency.

Ness.

Mr. Ness, I spotted that car in the all-points bulletin.

Where is it?

The cemetery road outside of Lambertsville.

Anybody in it?

No, but they may be in the cemetery.

We'll be right out.

How much further?

Just off this dirt road, Mr. Ness.

Watch it!

We haven't got a prayer with those headlights on us.

I'll try to get their headlights and draw their fire.

Get that chopper.

How is it?

I'm okay, Eliot.

I'll get you to a doctor.

Save us the trouble of picking him up.

Take him to headquarters.

And now back to The Untouchables.

One of the things that had been puzzling Ness

was that the Syndicate had apparently been making

no moves to locate Ferrar.

He had anticipated just the opposite.

Ferrar ran out with the Cuban collection money.

How come the Syndicate's turning the other cheek?

I never heard of no Syndicate.

I don't know this guy Ferrar.

Maybe I can refresh your memory.

Two men were murdered in a tourist cabin

near Newark last night.

Your fingerprints were found there.

Oh, no. You don't stick me with that.

Your prints and those of the murdered men.

What about his?

Whose?

Ferrar's?

All right, you tricked me into that.

That ain't legal.

I'll have you impeached. I wanna see a lawyer!

How'd you like to be stuck with a double murder rap, Arends?

I didn't have nothin' to do with knockin' 'em off.

It was Ferrar. He did it.

I thought he was gonna get me, too.

What stopped him?

The letter... he had a letter.

What kind of letter?

Oh, they're gonna get me.

I can't talk about it.

They got ways.

What kind of letter?

You lousy Fed... you don't care about my skin.

That's right, punk.

I got more feeling for the skin on a sausage.

Now what about that letter?

It was addressed to you... Had names, information,

about all the big wheels in the Court and the Syndicate.

He let me go so I could bring word back to the Syndicate

that if he got knocked off, someone was gonna send a letter to you.

What someone?

He'd never tell 'em that.

If they got their hands on that letter,

it'd be their game, not Ferrar's.

Now, that's all I know... I swear!

Get him outta here.

So now the Syndicate's in the position of protecting

the guy who stole a million of their marbles.

And that's why they sent their goons after us...

Afraid we'd get Ferrar and the letter.

Imagine... in one little envelope,

the key to the Syndicate's dynamite closet.

If we could only get our hands on that letter.

Yeah, we could make confetti out of it,

throw it in the air, and watch it snow convictions.

Left at the signal, right for three blocks,

left past the colonial house,

then left again, past the miniature golf course.

That's the shortcut.

How do you remember all that?

Oh, I never forget anything.

It's my only talent.

Yes, Gordon, we'll be at the cottage soon.

What cottage?

A little summer cottage,

the first Gordon and I bought on our second honeymoon.

I stop by there every year.

We'll need the rest by then.

Do you always carry a gun?

It makes your suit bulge.

You ought to have your suits especially made

if you're addicted to carrying guns.

It's neater.

I'll keep that in mind.

You're on the lam, aren't you?

You got any more questions?

Well, I was only trying to be friendly.

I told you all about my Gordons, didn't I?

Angels don't ask questions.

That's the main thing that makes 'em angels.

What's funny?

You don't realize it,

but you and I are members of the same club.

What club?

Can't you tell by Gordon? He's a raven.

Oh? I thought he was a crow.

Same thing.

It's not a real club, but we go by many names.

In Benjamin Franklin's time they called us devil worshippers!

Today they call us gangsters, murderers, immoralists...

Whatever we are, it's all the same thing.

We're all brothers and sisters under the skin,

and our souls belong to the devil.

Isn't that right, dear?

What are you, some kind of fanatic?

Oh, no! We're not fanatics!

They are!

They're the ones that try to convert us,

make us feel guilty, accuse us of crimes!

But we just accept what we are, don't we?

I gotta say it, Lucy...

You... you are a little spooky, but I must admit it's better

than traveling with some bluenose puritan.

By 8:00 the next morning,

not a single report from the New York,

New Jersey or Maryland state highways had come in

concerning the Wagnall car.

At a state troopers station in West Virginia,

Ness proposed a new plan.

They've been traveling approximately eight hours.

At night, they can average 45 miles an hour

without attracting too much attention.

Less than that off the main highway.

Obviously, that's the way they've been traveling.

Otherwise, they would've been spotted by now.

All right, let's say 40 then.

Traveling steadily southwest, they'd have covered

300 to 350 miles.

Car holds how many gallons?

Eighteen.

A five-year-old car,

that make would average about ten miles to the gallon.

That means they'd have had to fill up twice by now.

When they get to here...

they'll be ready for a third.

That means we contact every gas station

between these two arcs,

give them a full description of car and occupants.

That's a lot of area.

Most of the stations are chain outfits.

They'll contact their own members.

We'll concentrate on the independents.

Any questions?

No.

One more thing: Ferrar killed his buddy

when he had no more use for him.

He won't hesitate to do the same

to Mrs. Wagnall if she outlives her usefulness...

and that's a matter of time.

Yeah, yeah, I see.

Okay, what's her description?

42... five-foot, six inches.

Yeah, yeah, I got it. And the car?

Blue sedan, 1931, license number 6F-7823.

Hey!

Listen, I don't mind doin' your guys work for you,

but when you make me lose a customer,

that's carrying this citizenship thing too far, hear?!

I'm leaving you here.

Sorry to spoil your second honeymoon, Lucy,

but, uh, the car's hot.

And by now, we're probably a very well-known couple,

so, uh, let's have the letter I gave you back.

I can't give it back.

What do you mean you can't?

I tore it up and threw it away.

Look, lady, I got no time for your spooky talk.

Now let's have it!

I can't. I just told you.

You want me to get rough?

You said to keep it in a safe place, that's why I did it.

That's why you tore it up and threw it away?

I memorized it first.

You what?!

I keep everything of value in my head.

That's my best hiding place.

It's better than having it lie around, isn't it?

I don't believe you.

The letter says: "To Eliot Ness.

"If you read this, I'll be dead.

"You can find my killers among the following members

"of the Syndicate and court.

"These are the names and how they're involved.

"The dates and places of the transactions

"you can get them on.

First, Judge Foley..."

Oh, for crying out loud!

Should I go on?

No.

See?

You just have to learn to trust me.

I wish you didn't have to go yet.

The cottage is just a few more miles,

and I'll-I'll fix you something nice to eat

and you can take a nap

and then I'll drop you at the crossroads.

You're sure to get a lift from there.

A few more miles?

All right.

Move over.

Dinner will be ready in a minute.

Smells good.

I didn't intend to wake you till it was.

I'm up.

Bathroom is in there, in case you'd like to wash.

Oh, thanks.

This is exactly how it began on our second honeymoon.

Gordon was washing and I was setting the table.

It was all gonna be so beautiful.

Was it?

Just beautiful!

Just like it had been before.

Gordon and I were very happy when we first got married,

until the crash.

He lost everything in the market and he just couldn't take it.

Then everything went bad... Our marriage, everything.

That's when I got the idea for the second honeymoon.

I had a little money,

so we bought a car and this cottage and tried again.

You ever been married, Gordon?

No.

Not officially.

It can be very nice.

Although I must say, these days, I prefer my raven

for everyday living.

Still, it feels good to have a real Gordon around once a year.

How long did you and your husband live here?

Just a few hours.

Beautiful, beautiful hours!

Then he became his nasty, bitter, unhappy self again,

and then he died.

Here? Mm-hmm.

But I still have those few hours to remember.

Well, with your memory, I'll bet it's like being back there.

It is with you here, Gordon.

Lucy... I... I'm going to get dinner.

Why aren't you sitting down?

Lucy...

Look, if you've got something grim to say, it can wait.

Look what I fixed for you... pheasant!

Pheasant?!

From a can, but I did things to it!

Well, where's yours?

Oh, I'm a vegetarian.

Taste it and see how you like it.

Mm. Wow!

Good?

Delicious!

I guess I was hungrier than I thought.

A good meal will make a man forget anything.

Here, try the biscuits.

They're nice and hot.

Now, Gordon, what were you gonna tell me?

Oh, it can wait.

Does it have something to do with that letter you gave me?

Mm-hmm.

You're afraid I'm going to tell the wrong people what was in it.

No reflection, Lucy, but who can tell what you'll do?

If there was a letter to tear up, you'd just tear it up.

That's right.

You can't tear me up, but you can shoot me.

You shouldn't have taken matters

into your own hands like that, Lucy!

I can't let anything louse me up now!

Especially feelings!

You can't trust feelings, they're a trap.

What has to be done has to be done.

But can't we go on with this honeymoon feeling

for a little while longer?

Please sit down, Gordon...

for a little while.

Please.

How can you go on playing this spooky game?

That's what life is, a spooky game!

Except when the right two people are playing it

and then it only lasts as long as a candle on a birthday cake.

That's not very long, is it, Gordon?

Please sit down.

It won't change anything.

I'm only thinking of right now.

Fill 'er up, please.

Yes, ma'am.

You through, young man?

No, not yet, ma'am.

State police.

Thanks, buddy. Try and keep her there.

It's the Wagnall car.

Ernie Berrigan's service station on Route 30.

Check your oil?

No, thanks.

How much do I owe you?

Uh, how about, how about your water, ma'am?

Well, you might take a look at that.

Uh... I, uh, I don't think

I can make change for this, ma'am.

I'll have to go down the road a ways.

I'll rummage around in my bag a little.

I'll make the exact change.

Should be around here somewhere.

You could sure use some air in that front left tire, ma'am.

It's awful low, ma'am!

There it is.

Oh, yes, it's lonely without him.

He certainly was the most exciting Gordon of them all.

Present company excepted, Gordon.

What's the matter? Was I speeding?

Mrs. Wagnall? Mm-hmm.

Federal agent. My name is Ness.

You've been travelling with a dangerous criminal.

Oh, nonsense.

I was travelling with a gentleman.

Where is he?

He left me a few miles back.

That's why I'm going home.

I hate travelling alone.

Mind showing me where he left you?

Of course not. Get in.

You're lucky he didn't hurt you.

The day he answered your ad he committed two murders.

Two in the same day?

That wasn't very nice of him, was it?

You might have made it three.

He was a very careful driver.

Mrs. Wagnall, did he give you a letter addressed to me?

A letter?

To be mailed in case something happened to him.

No.

Well, if you don't believe me, you can search me.

They'll do that at the police station.

Am I being arrested?

No, we'd just like to hear your complete story in detail

from the time Ferrar answered your ad.

Which way did he go?

That way.

Mr. Ness would make a wonderful Gordon.

I mean, if he weren't a cop, of course.

The lady was taken to Ness' headquarters in New York.

She told what was substantially the truth...

Editing only references

to Ferrar's letter and the cottage.

Then, she repeated her story again

to a stenographer for the record.

Word for word the way she told it to me.

The lady's got a phenomenal memory.

Could mean she's lying.

Yeah, it could.

In any case we're going to have to let her go.

Nothing to hold her on.

At that, she might be more useful in her own backyard.

The Syndicate's interested in Ferrar's letter.

They'll ring her bell.

There you are.

Where's my Gordon?

You said we wouldn't be separated.

I've been taking care of him myself.

He's right here in the office.

I'll get him.

You can go home now, Mrs. Wagnall.

You finished with me?

Unless you want to repeat your story a third time.

I don't mind,

Oh, there's my darling symbol.

Was Mr. Ness good to you?

That's fine.

He likes you.

Oh, it's too bad...

You're such a nice man to be in this terrible profession.

If you ever come to your senses,

I'll be taking another trip next year, okay?

In studying the transcript of Mrs. Wagnall's statement,

Ness found a discrepancy

in the time of her trip with Ferrar of two hours.

Acting on the hunch that the Syndicate would be

in touch with her about Ferrar's letter,

Ness kept Mrs. Wagnall under constant surveillance.

After three days with no results,

came an important development.

The Syndicate paid a call on Mrs. Wagnall.

Rossi had seen her go out with a marketing bag

15 minutes earlier.

Syndicate hoods.

Call Eliot.

She'll be back with her groceries any minute.

Right.

Ness instructed Rossman not to close in

on Mrs. Wagnall's callers.

He had a hunch they would take her to higher-ups

for questioning about the letter

and so lead the Untouchables to bigger game.

No, I don't have the letter anymore,

but I memorized every word of it.

You can tell your fellows at the Syndicate

not to worry about me.

We're all members of the same club.

I won't breathe a word.

Here, Gordon.

Here's your rye bread.

Now you better come with us and repeat that

to our fellows yourself, lady.

I don't know what floor they're taking her to.

Jack, you and Bill watch the front.

We'll take the back stairs.

Our boys tell us

you destroyed the letter Valentine gave you.

Is that true?

I do not talk in dark rooms with flashlights blinding me.

You're in a rough spot, missus.

Answer the question.

Turn the lights on.

Answer the question!

It's not nice threatening one of your own kind this way.

Lady, please.

We're members of the same club!

Is that better?

Much.

You got every word in your mind?

Correct.

And you ain't blabbed to no one?

No one.

And I don't intend to.

You have to understand our spot, Mrs. Wagnall.

We're big business, you know,

and we can't afford to get stuck by some loaded hairpin.

I'll give you my word in writing, if you want me to.

Oh, there has to be a safer way than that

to make sure you don't break out in a case of wagjaw.

Federal agents.

The entire building's covered.

Come on out slowly.

Smoke!

There's a fire!

Oh, don't shut the door!

The smoke will kill us!

Don't!

Chances are

she won't regain consciousness, Mr. Ness.

I'll wait anyway.

Very well.

Yes?

One moment.

It's for you.

The sergeant was calling from West Virginia.

An eyewitness had been found who had seen Ferrar

and Mrs. Wagnall go into a cottage.

She had been seen leaving it,

but Ferrar had apparently stayed behind.

So, we're all set to close in.

I'll fly down immediately.

Mr. Ness...

Thank you.

Thank you for what you did for me.

That letter... it said... "To Eliot Ness,

if you read this, I'll be..."

I'm sorry, I can't.

It's all right.

Easy, easy.

Gordon, my little bird... set him free.

Mrs. Wagnall died with the names

of the Syndicate's leaders locked in her memory.

And so, although Eliot Ness had destroyed

the underground court,

partially crippling the Syndicate,

he was unable, as yet, to destroy it.

But the mystery of Ferrar's whereabouts

was soon cleared up.

He'd been buried, along with the other Gordons,

a victim of a heavy dose of arsenic,

administered while sharing Mrs. Wagnall's fantasy

of a second honeymoon.

It was the lady's way of deep-freezing a happy memory.

But Valentine Ferrar could claim one distinction

over the others... With a million dollars

still securely wrapped around his waist,

he was the richest Gordon in Mrs. Wagnall's garden.