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[ Whistling ]

"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."

"And tonight."

"In this obscure section of a large city."

"We find a woman shopping for an unusual item."

Do you find anything you like?

Yes.

I will show you.

I want this one.

In marble.

Yes, ma'am. But executed in marble.

It will be quite expensive. Around five thousand dollars.

And will require about three months' work.

Three months?

That will be alright.

And what will the inscription be?

'Edith Marie Harrison'.

'Beloved wife of Ralph Harrison'.

Date of birth?

February 4th. 1901.

Date of death?

I'm not sure yet. You will be notified.

And what is your name please?

Edith Marie Harrison.

Well, Jimmy. - Hello Ralph.

I don't think I've met .. - Kay, this is Ralph Harrison. Our host.

Ralph. This is Kay Morrell, my favorite model.

This is an unexpected pleasure.

Jim always did have an eye for beauty.

Please go on. I love flattery. - She isn't just kidding.

I'll take you to the Oasis.

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and dance.

I'll settle for a tall drink.

Ralph.

Linda.

Well.

Good to see you.

Meet the boyfriend. Joe Conroy.

The super columnist.

This is a pleasure. - Pleasure's all mine, Mr Harrison.

The bar is over there.

The eats are there. Just go to it.

Thank you.

Shall we dance?

Why not?

You know, I've only known you 5 minutes but I've got you in my arms already.

So?

It's very nice.

Your phone is ringing, Ralph.

So it is. Excuse me.

Hurry back.

Hello. Harrison speaking.

Yes, Laura?

Your wife just had another heart attack. Worse than any of the others.

I sent for Dr. Winthrop.

I'll be right home.

Folks, I'm awfully sorry. I have to leave for a little while.

I'll be back soon. Just carry on.

I wonder where he's going. - Who cares? Nobody will miss him.

You took the words right out of my mouth.

I don't see why everybody picks on him.

I think he's rather nice.

Why go to his parties if you don't like him?

Why not? Somebody has to drink his liquor and eat his food.

It's too good to pass up.

That, my friend, is one of Ralph's paintings.

What the devil do you call that?

Or am I showing a colossal ignorance of art?

That is the ultra of ..

Something or other.

He calls it 'Autumn Symphony'.

You mean he actually sells things like that?

He doesn't have to. His wife gives him all the money he needs.

How is she?

Don't stand there staring at me.

You have to ask the doctor. He's up there with her now.

What brought on the attack?

She was alright at dinner. - She left the house after you did.

And?

She returned about an hour later in a highly nervous state.

The attack came on as she was getting ready for bed.

Did she say where she'd been?

No. John didn't drive her. She took a taxi.

What's the good of having a doctor if she won't take his advice?

I pleaded with her not to go but she said it was urgent.

I'd like to speak to you privately, Mr Harrison.

Come in here.

I'm afraid her life expectancy will be very limited.

A few months perhaps. Maybe only weeks.

But I couldn't get along without her.

Isn't there anything you can do?

There's no cure for a condition such as hers.

You had better go up now before the sedative I gave her puts her to sleep.

There will be a nurse here presently.

She will follow my instructions.

Darling.

Hello Ralph.

I'm sorry I had to send for you.

I hope they didn't frighten you.

I'm terribly sorry I wasn't here when you needed me.

You should not have gone out tonight, darling.

Supposing you were taken ill when you were away from home.

Please take better care of yourself for my sake.

As well as your own.

I won't do anything foolish again.

I promise.

Fred, how about getting my breakfast?

Sure will, Mr Harrison.

Fruit juice and a large pot of black coffee.

Yes, sir.

Hi Jim. - Hi.

Hello Kay. - Hello.

Don't look so sour. I'm only going to stay for a minute.

I.

I want to return this.

You left it at the studio last night.

Thank you, Ralph.

By the way, Jim. I'd like to borrow Kay for a while.

I looked all over for a model like her. - I don't know when I'll be finished.

But .. you said you'd be through with me this afternoon.

Well, any time. I'm in no hurry.

Whenever she's available. - It's a deal.

I'll drop by when Jim's fed up with me. - That's what I wanted to hear.

Goodbye, Jim.

Why did you agree to pose for him? - I have to earn a living, don't I?

But you don't have to pose for a slap-and-dab painter like him.

Where is your pride? - I can't eat pride, darling.

You said yourself he pays double the scale.

So what?

You want that beautiful face of yours featured in some ..

Delirium like his Autumn Symphony.

It couldn't be that you are jealous, could it?

Alright. So I am.

I saw the way he went for you last night.

Don't worry, darling. He's just a pigeon to me.

Maybe so. But you be careful.

If he gets fresh ..

Threaten to tell his wife. That would stop him quick.

Without her money he'll have to go back to doing sketches in the fairground.

You finally managed to get here I see.

Don't pick on me, Mac. I had a rough night.

I thought you were old enough to know better.

I am.

Linda dragged me along to one of those artist shindigs.

I got a tip on a story here that's right down your alley.

Yeah?

Recall that unknown stiff the coastguard pulled out of the bay months ago?

Spare the details. My stomach is doing nip-ups already.

Well, Mr X's grave in Potter's Field now bears a magnificent monument.

Instead of a numbered marker.

What does it say on the inscription? - That's the point.

There is no inscription.

That means someone identified him but didn't want it known.

Right.

I think I need some fresh air.

I don't know which firm set up the monument. Ask Parker. He discovered it.

Thanks, Mac.

Yes. I'll take care of it right away. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Good morning, sir. Are you interested in selecting a memorial?

No. But I am interested in finding out who purchased the beautiful edifice ..

For that nameless grave in Potter's Field.

I am Conroy of the News Tribune.

I'm afraid I can't give you the answer. We don't know the name of the purchaser.

How come?

It happened like this. The order came in the mail. Signed: 'A friend'.

Enclosed with it were 25 one-hundred dollar bills so we filled the order.

It's none of our business if the man wishes to remain anonymous.

Certainly not.

But buying a monument without giving an inscription sounds screwy to me.

Those sorts of things are common in our business.

Only last night a woman came in here shopping for a tombstone.

She picked out those big-gates and jar numbers.

When I asked her for the inscription she said: 'Edith Marie Harrison'.

'Beloved wife of Ralph Harrison'.

Ralph Harrison?

Yes. Do you know him?

I know an artist by that name.

Anyhow, when I asked for her name she said: 'Edith Marie Harrison'.

Just like that.

Never batted an eye.

You mean, she bought the monument for herself?

Yes.

Isn't that one for the book?

Yeah.

You may have ten minutes with your husband now.

How nice.

If you promise to control your emotions. - I will.

Miss Bailey, would you please bring me my lipstick?

And my diary from the desk drawer.

Now, you'll have plenty of time for your diary when I permit you to sit up.

Alright.

Let's see how much you can improve by my next visit, huh?

Yes.

Goodbye. - Goodbye, Dr. Winthrop.

We'll continue with the same medication for the next 24 hours.

Yes, doctor.

You may see her now. But make it brief.

Wipe that worried look from your face before you go in.

Ralph, darling. - Dearest.

I am so glad you're better.

I didn't sleep last night worrying about you.

You are such a dear.

And all the lovely flowers. Thank you very much.

What did the doctor say?

He is convinced you'll recover completely.

But you're going to have to stay in bed perhaps for weeks.

I was afraid he'd say that.

What difference does that make?

We'll make it up by taking a trip somewhere.

We'll make believe we're on our honeymoon again.

That would be wonderful, Ralph.

You'd better rest a while, Kay.

I'll get you a cold drink.

There you are. - Thank you.

You are a most considerate employer.

Thank you.

A penny for your thoughts.

They're not worth a penny.

As a matter of fact, I'm not in the mood for sketching.

What do you do to get in the mood? - Go to the Montmarte and have lunch.

Listen to gypsy music.

Why don't you try it again?

I can find something to do around here in the meantime.

I want you to go with me.

Oh?

Maybe your wife wouldn't like it. - She's not that conventional.

Well, I am a bit hungry.

Good. Let's go.

What is troubling you, Ralph?

You seem to be brooding over something.

I don't want to bore you with my troubles.

It may make you feel better if you get it off your chest.

When I left my party the other night I was called home.

My wife had suffered my second heart attack.

How awful.

I came back to the party later.

Because there wasn't anything I could do.

I'm afraid there isn't anything anyone can do.

No wonder you couldn't work.

It must have taken a lot of courage even to attempt it.

You don't know the strain it's been.

Living from day to day not knowing when I'll get word she's had another attack.

Or has passed on.

You poor soul.

Think of the strain on her too.

Knowing she's only living on borrowed time.

Yes. It's getting me down.

Isn't there any chance for her to get well?

The doctor says not.

That's why I need companionship.

Trying to forget.

I'm so glad you told me, Ralph.

I only wish there was something I could do to help you.

There is.

If you'll just be my friend.

Dine with me occasionally.

Let me confide in you.

It will help a lot.

Left-hand profession prevention.

Hiya, kitten. - Hi.

Come on.

I'm taking you to where they make crepe suzettes that are out of this world.

At this hour? It's after twelve.

So what? Suzettes always taste better then.

Seeing as they're pancakes. Come on. - Alright. I'll go.

But you bring me right back after the suzettes.

No gallivanting around until dawn.

Understand? - Cross my heart.

Linda, this is a nice job. This magazine cover you are doing.

Thank you, Joseph Aloysius.

The model must have been a raving beauty. Did I ever meet her?

You did not.

You're not going to get a chance to either.

That's how I lost my last boyfriend.

Wasn't that the model you said Calhoun was crazy about?

Yes.

Kay Morrell.

Maybe Harrison should be painting barns instead of pictures.

But he isn't dumb at picking a nifty dish.

I'm not so sure he did the picking. - Oh?

Kay has a little larceny in her make up.

I know, because she posed for me.

I wonder if she knows what I know.

Knows what?

Remind me sometime to tell you the story of a tombstone salesman.

Who?

How do I look? - Perfectly beautiful.

But you always look adorable. - Thank you, Ralph.

Did I take too long dressing?

No. We've got all kinds of time.

I wonder who that is.

Kay Morrell? - Yes.

Sign this.

Look what I got.

And it's from you. You darling.

Like it?

I'm crazy about it.

The most beautiful gift I've ever received.

But I can't accept it from you.

Why not?

You know why.

I appreciate your thoughtfulness, Ralph.

I'm sure you'll think much more of me for not accepting it.

I have no right to say this.

But I have grown to care a great deal for you.

If I were free I would ..

Ask you to marry me.

How would you feel about that?

I had no idea you cared that much for me.

But you're not free, Ralph. So let's not even think about it.

We'll just be friends.

If we don't hurry we'll be late for the theater.

Systolic 155.

Diastolic 104.

I don't seem to have any strength.

Don't be discouraged.

Your weakness is due mainly to .. inactivity.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye-bye.

It was nice meeting you, Mrs Harrison.

Thank you, Dr. Gunther.

I hope you can help me. - I'm sure I can.

Goodbye.

I'd like to see a cardiograph of her.

I presume you have one. - Several.

I'll show them to you at the office. - Good.

Mr Harrison is waiting to see you in the study.

Thank you.

Mr Harrison, this is Dr. Gunther.

How do you do?

Dr. Gunther is a specialist. I brought him in for a consultation.

A good idea.

I believe he'll be able to do Mrs Harrison some good.

He's achieved remarkable results with heart cases such as hers.

I'd give anything if you can help my wife.

I'll do all I can. Be sure of that.

Let's all hope for the best.

Goodbye, Mr Harrison. - Goodbye.

"You are quite concerned, aren't you Ralph?"

"If Dr. Gunther can make Edith well again."

"It will spoil all your plans."

"You know you're only waiting and hoping for her to die."

"So you will be free to marry Kay."

Hello.

Well, the queen herself. Come in.

Miss me?

Don't tell me Ralph finished with you. - Finished?

He hasn't even started. - What you been doing all this time?

Well, I posed as a Mexican peasant woman and a Chinese singing girl.

A lady of the harem.

I can't imagine what I'll be next. - Don't let him see you on a horse.

He'll want to paint you as Lady Godiva.

Very funny.

I don't know what to make of him.

He never finishes anything he starts.

Cigarette? - Thanks.

He is just stalling to keep you there.

Which reminds me. I bought you something the other day.

I'm tired of you offering me cigarettes with bends.

Am I to consider this a reward for introducing you to Harrison?

That is the general idea.

Doing alright for yourself, huh?

Well, what started as a routine job has possibilities of turning into a career.

Maybe so.

Careers don't always last. Pigeons can fly away.

If I were you, Kay.

I wouldn't give up my old friends before I made sure of that.

You may have to fall back on them someday.

Don't worry, darling.

Little Kay isn't going to burn bridges.

Well, thanks for your interest.

Bye, Jimmy.

Mrs Harrison.

I've walked a little every morning for the past ten days. We kept it a secret.

I'm so happy to see you up again.

Tell her the rest, doctor.

Mrs Harrison has improved so remarkably that she won't need a nurse any longer.

Really?

Best of all, I can dress and go out.

Laura, find me something nice to wear. - Oh yes.

But don't overdo yourself please. - I won't.

I'll say goodbye now.

I hope you keep on getting better every day.

Thank you, Miss Bailey. You've been so nice and I appreciate it.

I'll be back for a check-up next Wednesday.

Now please continue to take your medicine regularly.

Don't worry. I will. - Good.

Goodbye. - Bye.

Good afternoon, Mrs Harrison. - Hello George.

Mr Harrison told me how sick you've been.

Mighty nice to see you out again. - Mighty nice to be out.

Yes, ma'am.

George.

Mr Harrison hasn't come back from lunch. Will you let me in?

I'd be glad to.

There you are. - Thank you.

George.

If you happen to see Mr Harrison, don't say I'm here. I want to surprise him.

I got you.

Why do you want to quit modelling for me?

You know why.

All you've been doing is making sketches of me in different costumes.

You haven't finished one of them.

I might as well be posing for a sky rider.

What difference does that make?

You're getting paid.

Besides, I like to have you near me.

I love you more than anything in the world.

You've no right to say such things. - You told me you cared for me.

You even inferred that if I was free you'd marry me.

But you're not free.

If you'll only wait a little while I will be.

I'll devote my whole life to making you happy.

Sorry, Ralph.

You'd better forget about me. - Don't say that, Kay.

I couldn't go on without you.

I haven't got time to argue about it now.

Give me a ring tomorrow or the next day. - Kay, wait.

Kay, listen. I have to talk to you.

Mrs Harrison, what's the matter?

Come to my studio and I'll call a doctor.

No, please. I'll be alright.

Are you sure? You're so welcome to come in and lie down.

Thank you very much but I'd rather go home.

This is my first day out and I'm still rather weak.

We'll take you to your car.

How is Mrs Harrison? - She wants to see you.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Darling.

You are actually up and dressed?

When did this happen?

This morning.

What a pleasant surprise. Why didn't you tell me?

You don't know how glad I am.

What's the matter, darling?

Stop acting, Ralph.

There's nothing quite so contemptible as a hypocrite.

Hypocrite?

How am I going to defend myself if I don't know what you are talking about?

You have no defense for what you've done to me.

What have I done?

Destroyed all the love and respect I ever had for you.

It was such a nice day.

I took a ride this afternoon.

I was so happy to be out again.

I'd been thinking for days how glad you'd be that I was getting well.

I stopped at your studio.

But you were out.

So I had the porter let me in.

I wanted to surprise you.

But the surprise was on me.

I was there in the dressing room when you came in with her.

Well.

I'm glad you found out about it in a way.

I've been wanting to tell you but didn't know how.

I guess it was the worry about you for night and day.

The loneliness without you.

I wanted companionship.

She led me on. - Stop lying.

It's perfectly obvious I'm standing in the way of your romance.

That you even hope I'll die so that you're free to have her.

That's not true.

I don't think you ever loved me.

I've just been a convenience with a checkbook.

I still love you. I swear I do.

I despise you for what you are.

And you shan't have another penny of my money.

Edith.

Edith, everyone makes mistakes.

I'll make it up to you if you'll give me a chance.

You may use the studio temporarily. Until you find another.

Or perhaps you rather like to go back to peddling your silly caricatures?

If you wish to contact me in the future, please do so through Mr Loring.

My attorney.

Now will you go?

This is Edith Harrison. May I please speak to Mr Loring?

I'm sorry, but Mr Loring and his wife have gone out.

I don't expect them back until later. Any message?

Yes. Will you ask him to call me when he comes in?

Please tell him it's urgent.

Yes, ma'am. I'll be glad to. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Laura.

Laura.

Yes?

Mrs Harrison and I have had a slight misunderstanding.

I'll stay at my studio for a few days. Forward my mail to me there.

Yes, sir.

[ Telephone ]

Harrison residence.

This is Henry Loring. I'm returning Mrs Harrison's call.

She said it was urgent and to phone her as soon as I came home.

Then I'd better call her, Mr Loring. Just hold the wire.

Mrs Harrison.

Mrs Harrison. Mrs Harrison.

Mr Loring. Something terrible has happened.

I found Mrs Harrison lying on the floor and I can't rouse her.

Where is her husband?

I see.

You'd better call her doctor and I'll try to locate Mr Harrison.

Thank you, Mr Loring. I'll call Dr. Gunther right away.

"You're not getting unnerved, are you Ralph?"

"Setting the stage was comparatively easy."

"But what now?"

"Has your wife taken the medicine and .."

"Did the doctor believe she died from natural causes?"

"It's the uncertainty of not knowing that's getting you down."

"Too bad you can't phone your home."

"No. There is nothing to do but wait."

"A lot of things could have happened since you left the house."

"Maybe Loring got in touch with Edith and .."

"She had him cut you out of her will."

Yes? Hello?

Who is there? - Henry Loring.

This is quite a surprise. I don't think you've been here before.

I came by to give you a message and I'm afraid it's not very good news.

What do you mean? - Your wife has had a relapse.

The housekeeper found her in a coma on the floor of her bedroom.

Why didn't Laura call me? - She was too upset to talk coherently.

So I volunteered to come after you.

Well.

I am sorry, Mr Harrison. But you are too late.

Did she suffer any?

She was dead when I arrived.

I don't understand. She was doing so nicely I thought she would get well.

In cases like hers, one never knows when a relapse can be expected.

I'd like to be alone if you don't mind.

I am sorry.

I understand how you must feel.

Goodnight. - Night.

If I can be of further service, have Mr Harrison get in touch with me.

Yes, Mr Loring.

If Dr. Winthrop had continued treating Edith, she would be alive today.

How can you say that? Dr. Winthrop admitted he'd done all he could for her.

It is too ethical to experiment.

I have a good notion to have Dr. Gunther's medicines analyzed.

I've thrown them all out.

What right had you to touch Edith's medicines?

I acted under orders. - Whose orders?

Dr. Gunther's. He told me to dispose of them.

Oh? So that's it.

What a clever way to cover up one's mistakes.

If you feel that way about it, why not go to the Zenith Pharmacy?

Every one of his prescriptions is on file there right now.

Maybe I will.

Before you do, remember this.

She was doing fine until she went to your studio to surprise you.

"Three months have passed since the mortal remains of Edith Harrison."

"Reduced to ashes."

"Were consigned to a niche in a cemetery crypt."

"Time has stilled Ralph's fears that the finger of suspicion .."

"Would ever be pointed at him."

Home at last, darling.

I was hoping the honeymoon would never end.

It won't.

We won't let it.

I wish we didn't have to come back to this house.

While we were away I had it refurbished and redecorated.

It's all brand-new.

You are such a dear.

Charles, put the car in the garage and take the luggage upstairs.

Yes, Mrs Harrison.

Laura, this is Mrs Harrison.

It's nice meeting you, Laura. - How do you do?

Dinner will be served when you're ready. - Thank you, Laura.

She resents me, Ralph.

Don't pay any attention to her.

She's a part of the past, isn't she? - Yes. She worked for Edith for years.

Why not get rid of her?

I'd like to.

But Edith put in her will that she has employment here as long as she lives.

Don't think about it. I'll take care of it later.

I'll show you the house.

What do you think?

It's lovely. It couldn't be more perfect.

I am so glad you like it.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Yes, Laura?

The mail that came while you were away. - Thanks.

Excuse me, darling.

Anything wrong, dear?

No.

It's a bill for something Edith ordered that I didn't know anything about.

Let's go down to dinner. - Alright.

Good day, sir. Come in please.

I hope I'm not too late. - Not at all, sir.

Kay. - Hello Joe.

Ralph. - Glad you got here.

Sorry I'm late. You know it is working for a newspaper.

You are only one drink behind. We'll fix that right up.

Hi, Linda.

What kept you so late, Mr Conroy? A woman?

It was a woman at that. Or I should say Exhibit A in a slight case of murder.

Who got the ax this time? - Mrs Blanch Bennett.

Only it happened to be a 0.45 calibre slug that did the business. Not an ax.

I thought a burglar shot her. - That's what the police thought too.

Until a smart cop from homicide named Higgins ..

Discovered that Bennett had been running around with another woman.

Is that sufficient proof that Bennett killed her?

No. But it's a darned good motive.

Bennett? What Bennett is that?

James Bennett. The hotel man.

Oh.

The story broke while you and Kay were on your honeymoon.

Anyway, Bennett was arrested this morning.

I happen to know the DA is preparing an indictment charging him with murder.

I'm terribly sorry.

I hope I haven't ruined your dress. - Think nothing of it.

I'll just sue you for damages, Ralph Harrison.

Go ahead. Everybody sues the reds.

By the way, Ralph.

What did you ever do with that gravestone?

Gravestone?

Yeah. The one from the Curtis Monument Company.

Oh, that.

I paid for it and told them to keep it.

Joe, I'd like you to meet some people.

Excuse me.

What are you doing out here, Ralph?

Just having a smoke. I couldn't sleep.

Anything troubling you?

No. Not a thing.

Ralph. - Yes?

What did Joe Conroy mean when he asked you about that gravestone?

He was referring to a monument that Edith had ordered for herself.

Then you didn't know she expected to be buried?

We didn't discuss that. I didn't know of the monument until I got a bill for it.

Too bad she never told you, don't you think?

Kay, please. Let's not discuss it.

Didn't you get any sleep last night, dear?

I guess I ate too much at the party. Never again.

'Bennett confesses to murder'.

'Breaks down after hours of questioning'.

'After sticking steadfastly to his plea of innocence'.

'Bennett suddenly broke down and confessed to the murder of his wife'.

'When confronted with the damaging evidence contained in her diary'.

'Entries in Mrs Bennett's handwriting'.

'Gave new testimony to the fact that he tried to force her by threat ..'

'To divorce him so he could marry another woman'.

'They also spoke of her growing fear that he was planning to kill her'.

How awful it must be for a wife to suspect her husband plans to kill her.

Why do you hate me, Laura?

I've never done you any harm.

Ralph Harrison's love for you is what caused Edith's death.

But why blame me?

I certainly did nothing to encourage Ralph while she was still alive.

You didn't waste any time once she was gone.

Why should I?

I was tired of fighting for a living and marriage to him meant security.

You have no right to the ease and luxury provided by her money.

I have the right of every wife to share her husband's worldly goods.

He only married her for her money. And then he waited for her to die.

So he could get a younger and more attractive woman.

Stop it, Laura. I won't allow you to say such things about my husband.

They are not true. - You don't have to believe me.

Ask Mr Loring. He'll tell you she phoned him the night she died.

What are you driving at?

She was going to change her will.

If Loring had been in that night your husband would be a pauper today.

Why are you telling me all this?

Everyone thinks she died of a heart attack. I'm not so sure.

I won't listen to another word. Ralph is not that kind of a man.

Besides.

If you had any proof, you'd tell the district attorney. Not me.

You think what you like. You have to live with him.

But the police were certain too that a burglar killed Mrs Bennett.

And her husband would have got away with murder if they hadn't found her diary.

Edith Harrison kept a diary too.

What are you looking for?

I don't really know.

What you told me a while ago made me think.

So you're beginning to suspect as I do that he killed Edith.

Don't say that.

If I thought he did I'd be afraid to stay with him another day.

Do you think I like staying here believing him a murderer?

I do it hoping to find a way to make him pay for the suffering he caused her.

That sounds too awful to believe.

Can't you see that he acts like a man with a guilty conscience?

He has been acting rather strangely now you mention it.

Laura, whatever became of Mrs Harrison's medicines?

I threw them out.

All of them? - Well.

No, come to think of it.

There was one bottle I couldn't find.

One of those special prescriptions that you can't have refilled.

I wonder what happened to it.

Mrs Harrison was meant to take a dose at 9 o'clock the night she passed away.

Nearly an hour after Mr Harrison left the house.

No wonder he blamed Dr. Gunther for her death.

What do you mean?

He had wanted all her medicines analysed until I told him I'd thrown them out.

Don't you see?

He was looking for that bottle.

Then Edith may have hidden it somewhere. - Yes.

Yes. It must be here amongst the things I brought up from her bedroom.

Well, come in.

What's the matter, Kay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Has Ralph been here today? - No. I haven't seen him for a while.

Please lock the door. I don't want him to know I'm here.

I won't get mixed up in your domestic troubles. I've enough to worry about.

It's nothing like that. Believe me.

I need advice and you're the only friend I can turn to.

Okay.

Remember. I'm not pulling any chestnuts out of the fireplace.

You won't have to.

Jim, I'm frightened. I think I'm married to a murderer.

What?

I think Ralph poisoned Edith.

Are you crazy? You know she died of a heart attack.

I'm not so sure about that.

He may have put poison in her medicine. - Why would he do that?

She was dying anyway, wasn't she?

No. She was getting well.

Oh?

You haven't any proof against him?

Maybe I have.

I found this hidden in Edith's knitting bag in the attic.

I think there is poison in it.

'Take one teaspoonful every 3 hours'.

When was it she died?

The 26th of last May.

This prescription is dated May 16th.

Maybe you've got something, Kay.

How do I go about having it analyzed?

I didn't know you were that cold-blooded.

What do you expect me to do?

Go on living with a murderer and take a chance of him killing me too?

I guess not.

I don't want you to get mixed up in this.

I know the fellow to handle it for you. Joe Conroy.

"So your fears have been revived."

"You wonder why everyone speaks so pointedly to you on the Bennett case."

"Why Kay was so upset when she found out about the monument."

"But above all, you can't forget that diary."

"What if Edith left behind some entry that would incriminate you?"

Laura.

Laura.

I'm in the dining room.

Has Mrs Harrison come in since I phoned?

No, sir.

It looked odd when he had Edith cremated after she'd ordered her own gravestone.

Yes. That's what started me wondering.

Does cremation actually destroy all evidence of poison?

No. That's a popular fallacy.

Quite a few killers have been convicted by a handful of ashes.

Let me take this along to have it analysed.

You'll hear from me, Kay. Probably tonight.

There you are, darling. - Thank you, dear.

I'm glad to see you are feeling better. - Never felt better in my life.

In fact, I feel too good to stay home.

Let's go out and have dinner and do the town. What do you say?

I wish I felt up to it.

I couldn't have any fun with this splitting headache.

I am terribly sorry. I had forgotten about that.

I'll go upstairs and take something for it.

Maybe you'll feel like it later, huh? - Maybe.

[ Telephone ]

Hello?

Yes. This is Kay.

Is he there?

He's downstairs. It's alright to talk.

You were right, Kay. He poisoned her.

The police are coming to pick him up. Make sure he doesn't leave the house.

I'll meet you at the DA's office when they bring him in.

Alright.

Where are you going, dear?

I thought I'd have a little fling by myself.

I feel much better since I took that headache powder.

I'd love to go if you still want me to. - Swell.

We'll do a round of the nightspots.

Maybe we'll meet the milkman on the way home.

Yep.

I always wondered what he looked like.

Who were you talking to on the phone just now?

That was Linda. She wants us to have dinner tomorrow night.

I'll powder and be ready in a jiffy. - Wait a minute.

How about a little kiss, sweetheart?

It's too bad you're such a liar and a cheat.

I heard you talking on the phone.

Stop!

He's not seriously hurt but call an ambulance anyway.

The woman is dead from strangulation.

I found this on her.

"This would have saved Harrison's neck."

"But it won't do him any good now."

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