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So that's the gunner.

Careful.

How's the coffee this morning? Any better?

Any reasonably competent judge would send you back to jail for this coffee.

now the local news.

A police officer was found shot to death on Sutton Street.

The officer was identified as Andrew Anderson, age 32, detective third grade.

At 3 o 'clock this morning, a reckless driver was responsible for a four -car

accident on the Bayshore Freeway.

Good morning.

Commissioner in? He's on the phone.

I'll buzz him.

I'll call you back.

Hello, Bob.

Andy Anderson was killed last night.

I have a phone by my bed, but I had to hear about it in the morning news

broadcast. There was nothing you could do, Bob. Do you know who killed him?

Not yet.

Then there is something I can do.

Just a minute.

Bob, you're not chief of detectives anymore.

You're a special consultant operating out of my office, remember?

Are you saying you don't want me to work on this? I'm saying there's just no

need. Now, if we need help, why... I brought Andy into the force. I trained

You're telling me to butt out. Why?

You just gave the reason. You're too emotionally involved.

Think I'll blow my top, go around beating up suspects from this

No, of course not. Then suppose you dispense with the high school

Tell me in basic English why you were trying to brush me off.

You won't like the answer.

Probably not.

Come on, up with it.

You think I'd get in the way. If that's it, say it. That's not it.

Well, then?

All right.

Your friend, your protege, Anderson, was on the take.

That's a lie.

I wish it were.

What's your proof?

He was investigating Johnny Utrecht. I know that. We went over Andy's files.

He had a good case against him.

But he never turned it in for prosecution.

And he had $500 in cash.

on him when he was found.

Plus a bank book for a savings account in his nephew's name.

Opened a month ago with a thousand dollars deposit.

Another thousand dollars the day before yesterday.

Now what does that add up to you?

And don't say you got lucky at the races.

That wasn't in the news report. No, it won't be if I have anything to say about

it. I'm not trying to whitewash Anderson.

I just don't want to tar a lot of honest cops with the same brush.

He'll have to come out when you nail the man who killed him. If we nail him.

The odds are he was blackmailing Utrecht, so Utrecht had him shot.

The whole department is on this thing, Bob.

I couldn't hold them back if I tried.

And I have no intention of trying.

But I'm not going to lose any sleep over this if they strike out.

Are you?

Maybe I wouldn't.

If I believed that Andy was on the take.

Two and two still, and up to four, Bob.

I never was any good at certain kinds of arithmetic.

What's this cat's name we're going to see?

Johnny Utrecht. Ever hear of him?

Who has him?

Ever take any bets for him?

He was out of my league.

Watch this, Mark.

Utrecht's got his own alarm system.

man told you I was coming up?

You don't miss much, do you, champ?

Business bad or do I make you nervous?

How would you feel?

Suddenly the word is out there fingering me for the Anderson job.

You know me, champ.

Am I a killer for crying out loud?

That's the question, isn't it?

Well, the answer is no.

I'm just a businessman, that's all. You're unbooked for this part of town.

Oh, come on, champ. What do you want, a confession?

Even Anderson didn't ask me that.

Maybe he didn't have to.

He was pushing you pretty hard, wasn't he? Yeah, pretty hard.

I'll level with you.

How much did he have on you?

Now, listen, I'm a businessman.

I make a few investments here and there. He could have put the wrong

interpretation on it.

You know, a businessman wouldn't sweat a little with the cops poking around.

I know a few.

Hardly any of them start shooting during an investigation.

Well, what am I saying?

Now, the worst he was trying to pin on me was a gambling rap.

What moron makes it worse by knocking off a cup?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll find out.

Now, look, I'm leveling with you. What more do you want?

All right, then I'll level with you.

The boys down at the department think you had Andy killed.

I still have an open mind on the subject.

But if I come to the same conclusion, you're going to hang, Johnny.

And that's a promise.

They can't say I didn't keep my word.

I told them when he got his badge, the department would give him a good

Mark said he took you to see Utrecht.

Yeah, I wanted him to know I was on the case, personally.

Did you get anything out of him?

Didn't expect to.

Just wanted him to start sweating.

Who's that woman over there, by the casket? She looks familiar.

Not to me.

Maybe she's a relative.

Could be.

We can't do any more for Andy here. Let's go, Mark.

Where to?

Headquarters. I want to get out of this dark suit and start doing my homework.

This takes Andy's cases back five years. Is that far enough? I'll let you know.

Nothing there. No loose ends, no grudges.

Utrecht's still number one.

Andy had a case against him? Let the department work on that. I want to see

there was anybody else who might have wanted to kill Andy.

Every man he arrested, I'd say.

You'd be wrong.

Most crooks don't take it personally any more than prize fighters or ballplayers

or any other pros.

They beat each other's brains out, and when the bell rings or the whistle

so much for that.

Some of the amateurs who hold grudges.

Oh, Deidre and May.

No wonder I didn't recognize her. She was a brunette then.

Not bad.

Not bad at all, if you like the type.

Remember the Fraser case?

She was rumored to have been his mistress.

That figures.

I remember. His wife was found shot to death by a, quote, unknown intruder, end

quote.

Probably named Fraser.

Probably?

He had an alibi. Andy worked on the case.

Now, why would she go to the funeral of the man who booked her as an accomplice?

I had a very good reason. We were in love with each other.

Perhaps you'd better bring me up to date, starting with when you first met

Well, I... I first met Andy when he was assigned to the case.

I suppose you remember there were a lot of insinuations and innuendos about

Daryl Fraser and myself.

I remember.

Oh, yes, it was a field day for the newspapers.

But the plain truth was that I simply worked for Mr. Fraser.

Oh, I knew that he wasn't getting along with his wife, but that was no secret to

anyone who worked on the magazine.

A man who's not getting along at home is generally on the lookout for a little

extramarital fling.

He made it fairly obvious that all he needed was a little encouragement from

I wasn't about to get involved in any situation between the boss and his wife.

In the first place, I didn't find him that attractive.

And in the second place, I thought it would be a good way to end up in a

court and out of a job.

Art editor, according to the masthead.

I'm afraid the title is a bit more impressive than the actual job.

I gather you work at home.

Yes, whenever I want a little peace.

What a stylish -looking magazine.

We try.

And that's when you met Andy?

Yes, that's when I met Andy.

Oh, he was very businesslike and courteous.

And he tried very hard to show that he had a rather low opinion of me.

When, as I believe the phrase goes, did romance begin to bloom?

Well, it didn't happen until several months after it was all over.

We happened to bump into each other at a coffee counter in a drugstore.

Not a very glamorous setting for the art editor of California Life.

That's what he said.

Anyway, after a few awkward moments, we started talking, and then we started

seeing each other.

I told him it wouldn't do his career any good to be seen with what the press

referred to as the other woman.

But he said his private life was his own concern.

I admit that I didn't protest too strongly. He was clean and decent.

He wasn't nearly as hard -boiled as he seemed to be the first time I met him.

In short, we fell in love.

Do you have any idea who killed him?

No, he didn't talk about anything like that.

I don't think the idea of death ever entered his mind.

Too bad.

What do you mean?

A careless cop's a dead one.

You think Andy was careless?

He's dead.

Yes.

Yes, he's dead.

Would you like a drink?

Why, thank you.

A straight, please, on the rocks.

One of the benefits of my unofficial status is that I can drink during

hours. Always did anyway if I felt like it.

But now I have the virtuous feeling that I'm not breaking any rules.

You're not joining me?

I really don't like it. I do. Thanks.

My brand.

Andy's, too.

Yes, I know. That's why I bought it.

Where did you and Andy go?

What kind of places?

Oh, simple.

Inexpensive. On his salary, they had to be. No splurges? No presents?

What are you driving at, Mr. Ironside?

There are rumors that Andy was banking more than his salary. I don't believe

that. Neither do I.

So I've got two reasons for being involved in this. To find his murderer

disprove those rumors.

I know all about rumors.

On that, I'm an expert.

If there's anything I can do to help.

If I think of anything, I'll let you know.

I suppose it would sound trite to say that you're exactly the way he described

you. That depends on how he described me.

Patrick, during the day, I'm shiftless. You belt one down with a beautiful doll,

and it's all in the line of duty.

I couldn't phrase it better myself.

How'd it go?

Here he is.

Blind, roaring, drunk.

I knew we shouldn't have let him see that woman alone.

When the general hilarity subsides, I'd like to get back to business.

Find any other leads while I was gone? I don't know what this means.

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Anything to you?

No.

I couldn't find any record of any threats or anything like that.

People who threaten to get even hardly ever try to follow through when they get

out of jail. Only takes one.

True. What about the mistress?

She says she wasn't.

Wasn't what?

His mistress.

Do you believe her?

It doesn't matter one way or another.

I can understand Fraser being attracted to her.

But I can also understand how he might have been jealous of Andy.

Jealous enough to kill him?

And plant $500 on him?

Plus putting $2 ,000 in a bank account?

If he wanted to divert suspicion from himself.

Wait a minute.

No, listen.

Adrian Mays said Fraser made a play for him.

But his wife was in the way. His wife's killed, and just when he thinks he's got

a clear field, Andy moves in. Now, it could have happened that way.

Look, Chief.

I know you don't want to hear this, but... But you think I'm ignoring the

obvious and reaching out for some way to clear Andy. Let me put it this way. If

this were just another case... Which it isn't. But if it were, you'd say the guy

came up with a case against Utrecht. He was also romancing a girl out of his

financial league, so he makes a deal with Johnny.

Johnny figures he doesn't want this guy on his payroll for the rest of his life,

so he has him killed. Isn't that the way you'd figure it? I would if I didn't

know Andy any better than you did. You know as well as I do, Chief, for half

guys in jail, there's somebody, mother, father, sister, wife, somebody who would

have bet his last dollar that the criminal just couldn't have done it.

Have you finished explaining the facts of life to me?

Now that you have, suppose you get back to work on those files while I have a

talk with Fraser.

You know, you're right.

Nobody can be absolutely sure of anybody else.

All you can have is a conviction and back it with everything you've got.

Come on, Mark.

We're wasting time.

So I'm a heel for trying to prepare him in case he's wrong about Andy?

You're not a heel, Ed.

You're just a thinker.

All

right,

show him in.

How do you do, Mr. Ironside?

Good of you to see me. I know you're a busy man.

What can I do for you?

A detective, Mr.

Vanderson, was killed.

I read about it.

He worked in a case concerning your late wife's murder.

Yes, I know. I remember him well. I also understand that he'd been seeing a lot

of Miss Adrienne May.

Well, I wouldn't know that. I don't keep track of my staff's social engagements.

I'd like some information about Miss May.

What kind of information?

What she's like.

Sort of general character analysis.

Might I ask the purpose of this character analysis?

Detective Anderson was romantically involved with Miss May. Detective

was killed.

It would seem as good a place as any to start.

You mean you would like me to tell you whether or not Adrian May could have

killed Detective Anderson?

Anyone could kill anyone, Mr. Fraser. I could kill you, you could kill me.

Then I don't see the point of your question.

Well, some personalities react more easily to certain stimuli.

For instance, jealous, volatile, possessive persons are more likely to

crime of passion than a colder, more stable, and more detached person.

Now, would you say that Miss May was the volatile, jealous, possessive type?

I am afraid I have no way of knowing that. What would you say she was like?

I would say that Adrian May was an extremely able -fashioned editor.

And that's about all I would say, Mr. Ironside. So if you will excuse me now,

you said earlier, I am busy.

Have you been seeing Miss May outside of office hours since your wife's death?

I don't believe that's any of your business.

I could make it my business.

I don't think I follow you.

Well, if you were seeing Miss May...

And Detective Anderson was seeing Miss May.

This could have led to a quarrel between them. Or you.

I think this has gone far enough, Mr. Ironside.

If you want to build a case against Adrian May, you're going to have to do

without my help.

Very well.

Thank you for your time.

Oh, by the way, where were you night before last?

I don't have to answer that question.

But I will.

I was at home.

Alone?

I hope you have a very pleasant day, Mr. Ironside.

I'll have to come back and see how the story is.

Oh, you can take it with you. We have lots of them.

Thanks.

to punch him in the nose.

Fine talk from a law officer.

Ironside. I think you better come right over to Ballistics, Chief.

I've got something that'll interest you.

What are you doing over there?

Working my way out of your doghouse.

Mark, head for the lab.

You got it.

If you get a ticket, it comes out of your salary.

Now he...

Thought I'd follow up on the revenge theory.

So I got the bullets from every case Andy worked on that involved shooting.

Take a look.

He took the bullet on the left out of Andy.

The bullet on the right was fired from the same gun.

It's also the bullet that killed Frazier's wife.

If this is true, it knocks Utrecht out of the box as a suspect.

It also knocks the idea that Andy was on his payroll out of the box.

No, no, no, not necessarily.

It only proves that Utrecht didn't kill him.

What does it take to convince you that Andy was an honest cop?

An explanation for the $500 found on his body and the $2 ,000 in his bank

account? You know as well as I do, Bob, you can't give a man on the force the

benefit of any doubt, not in an honest department.

When you find that kind of money on any one of your men, he is guilty until

proven innocent.

And you'd agree with me, too.

If it was anybody but Andy.

We'll clear Andy when we crack the Fraser case.

I've been looking over that.

They never found a murder weapon.

Fraser has an alibi.

There wasn't any other suspect.

So we start over from the beginning.

What are you looking for?

The name of the man who gave Fraser his alibi?

Here it is.

Simon Arcoff.

Oh, yes, he was a staff photographer for California Life.

Did pretty good work. I've seen it.

When did it go on Fraser's payroll?

Before or after he testified for him?

Before. Too bad.

You're going over a lot of plowed ground.

The deeper the furrow, the straighter the stalk.

Who said that? I did.

Mr. Arcoff?

Yes?

My name is Ironside. Can I talk to you?

Well, I'm sorry. I've got some film in the developer.

Come in.

What did you want to see me about?

Perhaps you'd better take your film out of the developer first.

Oh yes.

Excuse me.

Now, Mr.

Ironside. Interesting pictures.

Yes.

What can I do for you?

It's about the Fraser murder.

I talked to the police about that a long time ago. They wrote it all down.

Perhaps you wouldn't mind saying it again.

Well, I forget the exact date she was killed. It was a long time ago.

But the point was that Mr.

Fraser and Miss May and I went to Sausalito that day on a story.

Did Fraser generally go out on routine assignments as well as edit and publish

the magazine?

My camera stories are not routine assignments, my dear Mr.

Ironside. I'm sorry.

Let me put it this way. Did Fraser generally go out on assignments of any

nature? If he felt like it. He was the boss.

He did what he wanted to do.

And he felt like going on this one.

To Sausalito with Miss May, yes.

Did you stay there overnight?

No, we worked all afternoon.

We had a late dinner and we drove back to town.

What time did you get back?

That is all in the report they made.

I know.

Around midnight, I believe.

You drove him home?

I presume you read my statement.

I did. Then you should remember, Mr. Ironside, that I dropped him off

He said he would take a taxi to his house.

I then drove Miss May to her residence, came home, developed my pictures, and

went to bed.

To be awakened almost immediately by the police asking me the same questions you

are asking me now.

Do you have the pictures you took that day?

Yes, in my file.

Not my best work, I'm afraid.

The light was poor.

As a matter of fact, we did not run that spread.

I see what you mean.

Is there anything else you want to know?

A great deal.

Thank you, Mr. Arcoff.

May 12th this year.

Yes, I'll wait.

If you're right, then this poses a few questions about Adrian May, too. She was

part of the alibi.

If Fraser bought one person, he could buy two.

I thought you said she was a regular Miss Goody, too, Hugh. I said she was an

attractive, intelligent woman. I did not compare her with Joan of Arc. Yes.

May 12th, high 72, low 64, hazy with occasional sunshine, visibility...

No, but thank you.

The weather was just the way it looked in the pictures.

Here it is.

Come and get it.

Ham on white, mayonnaise, no mustard.

Corned beef on rye, mustard, no lettuce.

Cold beef on white, relish, and barbecue sauce.

How about that for a memory?

Well, we can't all be perfect.

What's the matter?

Chief tried to crack Fraser's alibi.

It held up.

That leaves us back with the mysterious intruder theory.

I can buy a mysterious intruder killing Fraser's wife.

She could have caught somebody robbing the house. It could have been some

hophead or a psycho or any number of possibilities.

But that's a one -shot deal.

That wouldn't account for Andy.

It would be just too much of a coincidence.

There's got to be a tie -up, a personal motive.

That guy takes a real good picture. I'll say that for him.

How'd you like to live the way these guys do?

I wouldn't. I'd get seasick.

Man, what a life.

Did you have a hard day?

Yeah, I had to raise and lower the sails twice.

Once in the morning and once in the afternoon.

Wow.

What class are they?

High class.

What else?

No, I mean what class boat?

How would I know?

Well, it tells on the sail. Let me see.

Oh, well, these are big Class A boats. They only have sail numbers.

Now, if it were anything smaller, they'd have letters and numbers telling how

long the boat is, who manufactures it, and... Wait a minute.

What was that you were saying?

Well, I was just telling him how to identify sailboats by the numbers on the

sails. Let me see that.

That slip of paper in Andy's files, the one with the numbers on it? Yeah, let me

get it.

Taking off Hogan's... Point.

Belvedere Boat Club.

Here it is.

Now, why would Andy have written down the numbers on the sales of three boats?

Ah, yes. How do you do?

I was wondering if you might answer some questions for me.

I'd be delighted if I can.

Can you identify these vessels?

Of course.

Now, let's see.

That's Walter Scott coming in first.

She almost always does. She runs away from all of them on a long reach.

This is Charlie Ingalls, running second.

Best he ever did all year. The third boat belongs to Fred McAvoy.

Do you keep a record of the order of finish of every race? Of course.

It counts for points.

Then from this order of finish, you could tell us the exact date this race

place. Certainly.

As a matter of fact, it's all in the log here.

It must have been four months ago, because Charlie Engle's boat's been out

commission for at least that long.

Now, let's see.

That's funny. There's a page missing.

Wouldn't be May the 12th, would it?

Yes, it is.

I didn't know... Has anyone asked to look at that log lately?

Well, we don't keep it under lock and key.

Anybody has access to it. Any member, that is. But I can't imagine why anybody

would want to... Tell me, Commodore.

Is Daryl Fraser a member of this club?

Yes, but he doesn't race much anymore.

He's been a member for some time.

Thank you, Commodore.

One moment.

You're the second person asked to see this log.

Was Fraser the first?

No.

It was a police detective about four months ago.

I was away at the time, but the steward told me about it. He wanted to be sure

he had done the right thing in letting him look at it.

But I can't imagine why this is so important.

I'd say it was a matter of life and death, Commodore.

Mr. Arcoff?

Mr. Arcoff!

Mark.

Looks like he got the word.

He didn't get the word in time.

Ed?

He's dead.

Eve, call Homicide. You and Ed wait here till they get here. Come on, Lamar.

I'll be down at the bath.

It's Ironside.

May I come in?

Oh, certainly.

Did you find out who killed Andy?

I think so.

I also found out that you lied to the police.

Lied?

When? When you said that you were with Fraser and Arcoff at Sausalito on May

12th, the day his wife was killed.

I don't understand.

It's very simple. You lied.

Arcoff was photographing a boat race at the Belvedere Boat Club that day.

He told you? His picture of the race told me.

He's dead.

You perjured yourself along with him.

Would you care to tell me why?

I don't seem to have much choice, do I?

Yes, you do. You have a right to remain silent. You also have a right to call

your lawyer.

It's a little late for that.

All right.

We were at Sausalito working on that story.

Just the day before.

Where were you on May 12th?

Here with Daryl.

You mean he was here when his wife was killed?

Well, he had been here.

You see, he left quite late that night.

But about an hour later, he came back.

He told me that he found his wife dead when he got home.

The servants were all gone for the night. There was no one in the house.

He was afraid that he'd be accused of the murder.

So we, we tried to establish an alibi.

At first he wanted me to say that he spent the night here.

But then he changed his mind.

Partly for my sake, but mostly for his.

Oh, it wasn't the scandal. He just didn't think the police would believe

He thought that they would think I was protecting my lover.

So that's when he used the story about our trip to Sausalito.

What about Arkov?

How did he get him to perjure himself?

Money. A lifetime contract.

But actually, Arcoff didn't think he was doing anything really wrong.

The way Daryl explained it to him, he was just helping an innocent man, giving

him an alibi that wouldn't be as messy as the truth.

Didn't it occur to either you or Arcoff that perjury can be pretty messy?

I was in love with him.

I didn't think beyond that point.

What about Andy? I told you that happened later, a long time after it was

over between Daryl and me.

At least it was all over on my part.

Why?

Why was it over?

Who knows?

Before his wife's death, I wanted so much for her to give him a divorce so

we could be married.

And then when he was free, all of a sudden she seemed to stand between us.

I felt all the guilt that I should have felt when she was alive every time I was

with him. What about Fraser? How did he feel?

He wanted us to wait a few months for appearance sake.

And then get married.

He couldn't understand it when I told him it was all over.

Did you believe his story about finding his wife dead?

I wanted to believe it.

That was then. What about now? I don't know.

The same gun that killed his wife killed Andy.

He shot his wife so he could marry you.

Then he killed Andy because he blamed Andy for taking you away from him.

I never dreamed...

How's she going to arrest me?

The police will do that. I've got more urgent business.

Where are you going?

To nail Fraser if I'm not too late.

Got more to need?

Not unless you want to go back to jail.

Stay right where you are.

You will not move until the police arrive.

They already have.

If I may show you my credentials.

Chief of detectives.

A little out of date, but that's the general idea.

Sorry, sir.

But with all that's been going on, one has to be careful.

Just what has been going on?

Didn't you know about Mrs. Frazier's murder?

Yes, I knew. I thought you were referring to more recent ones.

Have there been others?

Two so far, which is what brought me here. I'd like to see Mr. Fraser.

I'm sorry, he's out.

Do you know where I can reach him?

He's aboard his yacht, the Blue Zephyr. At the Belvedere Boat Club?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Oh, by the way, does that gun belong to Mr. Fraser?

No, sir.

I purchased it shortly after Mrs. Fraser's death.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, sir.

Nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live here.

Get aboard and see if you can hear what they're talking about. Okay.

Better take this.

Finally made the team, huh?

Everything under control?

I was under the impression this was a private club.

I figure if they let him in, it can't be too exclusive.

He's my guest. You're not.

What happens to a gatecrasher if he falls overboard?

Man who pushed him would be shot by Mr.

Sanger. He's right behind you.

You can say that again.

I don't think I'll have to.

Before I call the guard and have you both thrown out for trespassing, would

mind telling me why you came here?

To arrest one of you for murder.

Aren't you curious as to which one it is?

No, not particularly.

Perhaps you'd find it more interesting if you knew that Adrian told me all

her part in your phony alibi on the night your wife was killed.

Johnny told me you were a smart detective.

He was wrong.

That's about the oldest gimmick in the world.

It'll be good enough to convict you of three murders, unless you got Johnny to

take care of Andy for you.

Johnny had a pretty good motive for that one himself.

Now, wait a minute. You can't... Johnny, let him talk.

Now, you said three murders.

Your wife, Andy, and our cop.

Our cop?

I'm sure the bullet will match the others when they check it.

They'll know in the morning.

Am I boring you?

I guess it's time somebody told you what really happened.

I've heard every version but yours.

Adrian killed my wife.

She had gone to see her to ask her to give me a divorce.

My wife ordered her out of the house.

Adrian grabbed a gun off the wall rack in my den and shot her.

She cooked up that alibi to save herself, not me.

Why did you go along with it? She said if I didn't, she'd accuse me of being

murderer. It was her word against mine. Remember, it was my gun.

And she pointed out that the jury has a habit of believing a pretty woman

against a landry husband.

When your detective friend got a little bit too close to pay dirt, she killed

him too. And planted the money on him to throw the police off.

I didn't know about Arcoff until you told me just now.

There's just one thing wrong with that.

All you needed to do to shut her up was to marry her. A wife can't testify

against her husband.

Yes, I thought of that the only trouble was I couldn't stand the sight of her

You know, if you had paid more attention to feminine intuition, you'd have saved

yourself a lot of trouble.

What feminine intuition?

Well, I had a feeling about her from the beginning.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, as the case may be, you can't go to a jury with

case based only on feminine intuition. A certain amount of evidence is

considered advisable.

Well, you didn't have an awful lot to go on when you went down to the yacht club

to see Frazier.

Well, I'd heard her side of the story. I wanted to hear his.

It was still a toss -up right down to the wire.

Adrienne had put on a good act up till then. All she had to do was sit tight,

and I'd have had a hard time proving which one was lying.

It was that last crack he made that did it.

No woman could be expected to keep her cool when she hears a thing like that.

That bullet came from at least 50 feet away.

She couldn't possibly have heard what he was saying.

Women can tell about a thing like that from any distance.