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Beyond the fact he's not a well man,
prison records indicate complete

rehabilitation of Carl Proctor.

In my opinion, nothing would be gained
by denying parole.

Thank you, Chief Ironside. We appreciate
your coming here.

You all right, Mr. Hopkins?

How'd it go?

I don't really know.

I thought you had it all sorted.

So did I.

Majority was in favor of the parole
before the hearing. Now I have the

one of the members changed his mind.

You fire inside?

Parole was denied.

I'm sorry.

By one vote?

Why, yes.

Thank you for taking the time to appear
before us. No trouble.

Good day, gentlemen.

Good day, sir.

Who is she?

Very attractive woman.

Do you like peacock feathers?

I do.

On peacocks.

And on some women.

Are you going to tell us how you call
that one?

Role denial?

Ben Hopkins told me.

Not in so many words. A few days ago, he
assured me he was going to vote for the

parole. Today, at the hearing, he was
nervous, tight as a drum.

It looked me in the eye.

Hardly the kind of behavior for a man
who made a decision.

So he changed his mind.

I'm not so much interested in the fact
that he changed his mind as I am in why.

Carl Proctor went to prison.

Still roughly $57 ,000, which was never
found.

Money he'd built from...

Trusting people who believed in the
occult.

50 G's, not bad for Mungo Jumbo. No?

Would seem possible then, wouldn't it?

Somebody didn't want him out?

I think they would want him out so he
could leave them money.

None of that. Somebody had already found
it, Ed.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

All right, say it.

You think I owe you an apology for the
way I voted this morning?

You don't owe me a thing, Mr. Hopkins,
but I am curious. Why did you change

mind? I don't know.

I can't accept that answer.

I don't want to talk about it.

Mr. Hopkins, I have too much respect for
you to beat about the bush.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

And can I be of any help?

Correct me if I'm wrong. I think I was
looking at you the moment you changed

your mind.

I asked if you felt all right.

Recall that?

Yes.

Well?

You're... You're going to find this
difficult to believe.

Less difficult than what you've been
asking me to believe so far?

Well, when I looked at what I'd written,
I saw that it was a no vote.

I have no idea how it got there.

You put it there.

Yes, but when I realized what I'd done,
I wanted to change it. Why didn't you?

My hand wouldn't move. It moved when you
wrote no, and it moved just now.

interested in the occult.

Only since I read that thing.

Came in the mail about a year ago.

Must have been written by the devil.

When you were still a newspaper editor,
you wrote at length about Carl Proctor's

arrest and trial.

Isn't it possible you never intended to
vote for the parole because of some

deeply entrenched attitude you had at
that time?

I'm not sure I understand.

I'm saying you won't find the answer in
that book.

Only in yourself.

Possibly, if you reread what you wrote
at that time, you might find the answer.

Goodbye, Ben.

Oh, uh, by the way, that was an
attractive woman waiting for you at the

hearing. I met her at a cocktail party
about a year ago.

I should accept more cocktail
invitations.

That's right, Ed. George Hopkins.

A complete breakdown.

All the information you can get on him.
Sort of what happens to retired editors.

Source of income.

What he's been doing. Who he's been
saving.

I'm with you. Oh, and one other thing.

Pick up a copy of a book called The
Occult by Tom Walker.

The Occult.

Tom Walker.

Is that it?

That's it for now.

Chief. There was a message that came for
you about half an hour ago. Yes?

It's from the warden at San Quentin.

Carl Proctor seems to have turned into
worse. He's been moved to the infirmary.

The warden thought you'd want to know.

Thank you, Fran.

I should be back no later than seven.

Wait for me.

Well, someone's a problem.

Can't wait a new adjustment, I think.

I'm going to have to take her into the
shop.

Oh, she gets back to the queue?

Yeah, but why?

Why happens to be the most troublesome
word in the English language.

Back to Big Q.

The doctor told me you can't talk, Carl.

I'm sorry about the parole.

Next time, I'm sure.

Is there any reason someone wouldn't
want you paroled now?

Would it have anything to do with the
missing money?

You still believe in the occult, Carl?

Is that why you think the doctor won't
be able to diagnose your condition?

She... got to him.

The parole, Ben Hopkins.

And now to you.

He's gone quite a while without sleep.
Before you arrived, we sedated him.

Perhaps now. Of course. I'll see you
outside.

Well, with rest, his nerves and muscles
will relax so we can continue testing

him. You have no idea what's wrong?

No, except there are recognizable
symptoms that seem to be increasing.

Such as?

Most notably, an extreme irritability in
his relationships with others, a

complete loss of appetite, and this
inability to sleep.

These symptoms could be attributed to
many things, couldn't they?

Yes, but we haven't found them yet.

You've no idea what this effort to talk
must have cost him.

You know, when he was informed of his
parole denial, he tried to talk then,

he couldn't.

Finally, I put a pad of paper and a
pencil in front of him, but no matter

hard he tried, he...

Couldn't move his hand.

That, um, crucifix. Would you happen to
know how long he's had that?

I first noticed that a couple months
ago.

I hadn't seen it before when I was
examining him.

According to the records, he's an
agnostic.

I asked him about that crucifix.

And he was very secretive. Almost angry.

A couple of months when he first became
ill.

Yes, about that time.

All right, doctor, I'll be calling you
to...

Check on his condition, if you don't
mind. Not at all. There doesn't seem to

anybody else who cares.

Thank you.

Goodbye. Bye.

You notice anything strange in there?

This whole thing's strange to me.

I had the bag.

A rosary with crucifix.

The figure on the crucifix was upside
down.

A mojo?

Or an ordeal.

At any rate, curse John.

You said this guy Hopkins couldn't move
his hand either.

Ben Hopkins didn't want to move his
hand, whereas Carl Proctor wanted to and

tried and simply couldn't. You heard the
doctor. The doctor also said that there

was nothing wrong with Carl Proctor's
medicine.

So far as he's been able to determine,
but that doesn't rule out the

that he eventually will find the cause.
Are you satisfied?

Are you? Yes.

Not me. I come from a long line of
dissatisfied people.

Who makes no bones about it. No bones at
all.

I've been looking all over town for the
Occult by Tom Walker. I see your window

features it. I was wondering if you
could tell me something about Walker.

Just the author.

Why?

Curious. Have you read the book?

No, but a friend of mine recommended it.

Shouldn't you first be curious about the
book and then the author?

Let's just say I'm curious about both.

Charming.

Put them traps.

Shouldn't you also be curious about the
friend who recommended the book?

Shouldn't you?

No, not at all.

I know all about him. Thank you.

I hope you enjoy the book, Sergeant
Brown.

Not much.

Not much chili.

Not much information.

Not much anything.

Here. Read this.

See if you can come up with something.

Like what?

Not much, probably.

Why? Oh, what is that supposed to mean?

It's mumbo -jumbo.

I don't want to read it. As a matter of
fact, I didn't even want to buy it. I

suppose you're going to tell me you
didn't want to reach into your pocket

the money, but you simply couldn't stop
your hand.

No, I'm not going to tell you that.

It was something about Madame Jabez.

What about her? I don't know.

Well, I do.

You apparently didn't like her the
moment you saw her.

I recall some caustic remark about
peacock feathers.

You apparently also didn't want to buy
the book because somebody told you the

book was written by the devil. Well, Ed,
it was not written by the devil, so

read it and that's an order.

Look who's shouting and getting
irritable.

I am not shouting and I am not getting
irritable. You're referring to Carl

Proctor's symptoms.

That I am. What is going on around here?

Why is everybody beginning to apply the
supernatural to perfectly rational,

logical events?

Ironside's office.

Thanks, I'll be right there.

Where?

Financial check on Ben Hopkins is ready.

That's more like it. And Ed, about the
book.

I would appreciate it if you found time
to read it.

I shall.

Good.

Good. Now, did I shout?

Did I sound irritable that time?

No.

Do you know why?

Because you didn't feel like it?

Exactly.

Because I didn't feel like it.

And thank you, Ed.

Thank you very, very much.

Now, Fran...

I hope you're not tied up tonight.

Well, I planned an exciting evening of
washing my hair and doing my nails, but

for you, Chief... Thank you.

I would like you to go to the library,
take out as many books as they have on

the occult, fiction and non -fiction.

I hope it'll still be open. It won't be
if you just sit there and speculate.

On my way, Chief.

Danger dynamite. We'll issue a fuse.

Good night.

See you in the morning, Chief.

Early.

Can I help it if it was a long trial?

That book Ed's reading, The Occult, is
that black magic?

Not necessarily.

The occult is supposedly both good and
evil.

Black magic is evil.

Has been for 6 ,000 years, Mark.

You don't have to be black to be evil,
in case you were wondering.

Tell me something new.

All right, I'll tell you something new.

You just went past the lunar press.

Do you think you can turn around and go
back?

I'll do my evil best. Of that, I'm sure.

I'm sorry, but Tom Walker wishes to
remain anonymous.

Then he does exist, Mr. Butler.

We don't publish ghosts, Chief Ironside.
What about ghost writers?

If you don't mind, I have a new book to
get out by Tom Walker.

We publish many authors.

Then you have a partner.

I was using the editorial weed.

All right, Mr. Butler, if you want to
talk about Tom Walker, that's your

privilege. But I would advise you to
keep your royalty statements on him

available. For whom?

Internal revenue, for one. Me, for
another.

An author has a right to anonymity if he
chooses.

True. But a court of law also has the
right to lift that anonymity if it

chooses. There's nothing illegal in what
I'm doing.

Nobody said there was, Mr. Butler.

Nobody said there was.

Nowhere. Straight ahead.

Then turn right at the next corner and
continue till we come to Madam J. Bear's

bookstore.

You're buying another book?

Don't do the browsing.

Perhaps she can tell us something about
Tom Walker.

God.

I'd like to meet her.

How many times have I told you? He was
here.

Who?

Ironside.

How nice.

He must have come here directly after
leaving my place.

I've been invited for cocktails.

Why would he do that?

Because his Sergeant Brown bought a copy
of the occult here.

Don't do it. Stay away from him.

And miss a meeting with a charming man.

He's as charming as a cobra.

Don't you understand?

He's asking questions about Tom Walker
now.

He's getting too close.

Would you say the Chief Ironside might
make a formidable opponent?

Very much so. This is no ordinary man.

I'm weary of ordinary men.

Could he be as... as, say, Daniel
Webster was?

The ultimate opponent?

Every bit.

At last.

Don't forget, Jabez.

Daniel Webster took the devil by the
throat.

Well, if Chief Ironside does that, I
hope he'll have a different purpose in

mind.

Are you frightened for me, Walter?

Or for yourself? I'm getting some bad
vibrations. And if I'm getting them,

others must be too.

Then I suggest you might take one of
these.

My blood pressure is fine, thank you.

All I ask is, be careful.

Goodbye, Walter.

Sorry, Chief.

Nothing more on Ben Hawkins than I gave
you this morning.

He lives a quiet, retired life.

All right, then.

Work up Walter Butler.

Done?

Extracurricular? Above and beyond the
call.

Since you were so interested in the
book, I decided to check out the Lunar

Press. That led me to Walter Butler.

Which led to?

Nothing shattering so far.

I've only been able to trace him back
some nine years around the time Lunar

Press started.

Sounds promising.

And one of his printers thinks he was
once a linotype operator.

I'm following that up.

My congratulations on your
conscientiousness.

How are you with doing dishes?

Just terrible.

Where's Mark?

Prison infirmary. Carl Proctor? Dr. Ward
said it didn't look too good.

I wanted Mark there in case there was a
chance of getting a statement from Carl.

Cheer it up, Ed.

Aren't you aware of the therapeutic
value of doing dishes? That's somebody

else's dishes, I'm not.

Now open your mind.

Relax.

Go with it.

What do you find?

Scrambled eggs and strawberry jam on
wheat toast.

Mark had that. I didn't eat.

Again? All right. Let's take a look at
what we know.

Fact one. Fact one, a fairly large sum
of money is missing.

Fact two, Carl Proctor believes he's
dying because someone is using the

against him. Three, Ben Hopkins thinks
he might have vetoed Carl's parole

because of the occult.

Four, Tom Walker wrote a book on the
occult, which I bought from Adam Jabez,

only bookstore in town that sells it.
Five, Walter Butler was a linotype

operator before he became the publisher
at the Lunar Press.

Answer the door.

I didn't hear anything.

That's because you were talking. Answer
the door.

haven't been able to eat or sleep since
I talked to you. I'm sorry. Any idea

why? You know why. You're harassing me,
sending him to poke into my affair.

Are you sure we're the ones harassing
you? Perhaps you're doing it to

Mr. Hopkins, I asked you to read over
your old editorial, did you? Some of

What about those words?

Didn't they tell you something about
yourself?

They were written ten years ago, but
still true today.

You were angry about a man who could
steal that much money, go to prison for

few years, then come out wealthy while
an honest man could work all his life.

The only thing he would have at the end
of it would be a lot of debt.

I was only angry at the system, not at a
man.

Were you?

Are you now?

I... I... What difference does it make?

You could arrange another hearing for
Proctor.

It's too late.

He just died.

Chief? Yes, have you been able to talk
to Proctor?

No way.

He died a few minutes ago.

Who else knows?

No one. Why?

Nothing.

See you back here.

For God's sake, how did I know that?

You didn't. Until this very minute, you
didn't. None of us did.

You knew he was ill. You felt guilty and
you... Simply projected your fears.

I'm tired.

Very, very tired.

Is there anything we can do for you?

I don't think there's anything anyone
can do.

Not now.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good morning. Good morning. So how are
things this fine day?

Well... Come on, out with it.

Okay, how did you know Ben Hopkins was
at the door last night?

I didn't know, but he was there.

How many times have you felt there was
someone at the door, you opened it and

found someone there?

Now and then?

Exactly.

Now, Ed...

Suppose you had opened the door last
night and no one was there. What would

have thought?

That you only imagined you heard
something? I said to answer the door,

obviously, because I thought I heard
something. Now, evidently, I had. Now,

we dismiss the fantasy and get on to
fact?

We had a little caucus, Chief, and...
And?

Well, you're not eating and you're not
sleeping.

I am not eating because I'm not hungry.
I'm not sleeping because I'm not sleepy.

Therefore, I sat up all night working.

Because during the day, I have to argue
with the three of you, and I get nothing

else done.

Uh, Carl Proctor didn't eat or sleep.

And last night, Mr. Hopkins said he
couldn't eat or sleep.

Proctor had $57 ,000 on his mind, and
Hopkins had a guilty conscience on his.

have neither.

What is your excuse for not eating,
besides not being hungry?

I am trying to lose weight.

I'll get it with time I heard the
elevator.

Morning, Commissioner.

Morning, Ed.

Mark Grant.

Morning, Commissioner.

Oh, Dennis.

Coffee? No, thanks. I only have a
minute.

I suppose you know that Carl Proctor has
died.

Yeah, Mark was there.

Oh? What about the missing money? Any
progress?

At the moment, none.

You think it was found and then spent?

It's possible.

Was there any connection between Proctor
and Ben Hopkins?

We're working on that now.

Why?

Hopkins killed himself last night.

I left a note for you.

Doesn't make any sense to me, but keep
me informed, huh?

Thank you, Dennis.

Does ring of prayer mean anything to any
of you?

Yes. Madam Jabez.

It was described in the book I got from
Madam Jabez.

We always come back to her, don't we?

Madam.

Madam Jabez.

No escort?

This is a pleasure I have no intention
of sharing with my staff.

I'm flattered.

I've already ordered. Dry sherry?
Perfect.

How did you know? This is my favorite
place.

I didn't.

But it happens to be one of mine.

That augurs well.

I hope.

I hope.

However, aside from the pleasure of
meeting you, I need advice.

For me?

I am flattered.

I seem to be involved in a matter which
my staff feels has to do with the

occult.

It also concerns someone we both knew.

Ben Hopkins.

The man you saw me with at the parole
hearing.

I was referring to Carl Proctor.

Proctor?

Well, I never knew him.

Not really.

Only in regard to what Ben told me about
him.

Which was?

He was up for parole, that's all.

I gather you think that I am somehow
involved with whatever it is you're

on. By accident, perhaps.

About a year ago, Ben Hopkins received a
book through the mail.

The Occult.

By Tom Walker.

Your bookstore is the only one that
sells it.

A proctor once practiced the occult
before being sent to prison.

For practicing the occult?

For fraud.

involving a large sum of money which has
never been recovered so far as we know.

Not long after Proctor had been told
that his parole had been denied, he made

statement.

She got to him.

Really, any woman could have gotten to
Ben Hopkins?

You are not any woman.

You have special talents.

Really?

And do you believe in those special
talents?

I recognize that...

Others might.

Well, I'm afraid I can't help you.

I never knew Carl Proctor, nor anything
about his missing money.

All right, then.

You can help me in another area.

And what is that?

How do you and I get invited to the same
cocktail parties?

To Tom Walker.

If you hadn't been curious about him.

We might never have met.

Would you mind telling me what that was
all about?

Cocktails with Madame Jaber?

You and Ed have cocktails with
attractive gals all the time.

Do I ask you what it was all about?

When we do it, you know what it's about.

I may know what it's about, but you're a
you.

What's the matter?

It's a carburetor, Dan.

No use, Mark. It's not going to start.

Okay, but what do I do about that truck?

Are you getting the same message I am?

Something like maybe you're next?

That's not the first time the motor's
stalled.

Wouldn't start because you flooded it.
You know something, Chief?

Those rational explanations of yours are
going to be the death of you yet.

All night?

Yeah. Same as same.

Anything to eat?

Same as same.

That's it.

Oh. Morning, Fran.

Morning, Jeff.

Morning, Ed. Good morning. Mark.

Carl Proctor's burial is this afternoon.

He may have had $57 ,000 at one time.

But he's going to a pauper's grave.

No one's claimed his body?

No.

But I intend to be there when he's
buried.

Mark, I want you to make sure his
personal belongings are in a suitcase

the grave.

And see that this is included.

It's as close as I could get to
Proctor's handwriting, but it won't bear

examination.

Any questions?

Yeah. What does that book you just read
have to do with all of this?

For one thing, it tells me that Madame
Jabez is a devout reader of Washington

Irving and Stephen Vincent Benet.

What does that prove?

My case, I hope.

Ed, how good a photographer are you?

I'm superb.

Good enough.

Hey, hold up Walter Butler at the Lunar
Press.

Be open about it. Let him see you.

If he asks, let him know who it's for.

When you get his picture, the prime will
have a list of everyone who employs

winotype operators.

Thanks for telling me. Then we showed
the picture to everybody on the list.

How'd you guess?

Madam Jabez, this is Robert Ironside.

I have something interesting to do this
afternoon. I thought you might care to

join me.

What a pity that a man should die and
there's no one here.

You're here.

Because you brought me.

Among his belongings.

It's just a blank sheet of paper.

You sure?

I know these things.

And you're getting to know me.

Better and better.

But not nearly as well as you, Carl
Proctor.

And of course, it won't surprise you to
learn that I hold you responsible for

his death, as well as that of Ben
Hopkins.

My special talents, as you call them,
scarcely include murder.

Not in the obvious sense, perhaps, but
through suggestion, fear,

anything that would influence
susceptible minds.

Nowadays they call it psyching out.

Hardly a kind of murder.

It could be proved, is it?

If it were true, not even by the famous
Chief Ironside.

Difficult, I agree.

In fact, impossible?

Next to.

But it won't be impossible to trace the
money Carl Proctor trusted you with.

Are you psyching me out now?

Just playing the game.

I never play.

For me?

You know things.

Thank you for realizing we wouldn't
leave together.

As well as for our little talk.

I'm Jerez.

It was Daniel Webster the devil really
wanted, wasn't it?

Was it?

Now it's my turn to be flattered.

When I gave a girl the brush, I made her
walk home.

That would have been pointless in this
case.

Adam Jabez would have used her brew.

The way things are going, I don't know
whether you're joking or not.

Nothing to joke about, Mark.

Legally, I can't touch her.

Then that kind of knocks you out of the
ballgame, doesn't it?

No. No, it forces me into her ballpark.

What's the matter with your arm?

Nothing.

Move your hand, Chief.

Satisfied?

No.

I almost forgot.

You come from that long line.

Did you get Walter Butler's picture?

Yes. He was a linotype operator, all
right, under a different name.

That's what I suspected.

Walter Butler comes right out of the
devil in Daniel Webster. Madam Jabez

have made him change his name.

And I'd like him here at 8 tonight.

He wasn't very happy about having his
picture taken. I don't know if I can

him into that.

Tell him I'm holding off his arrest for
using stolen funds to open his

publishing house, but I might change my
mind.

He'll come.

Eight o 'clock.

And, Ed, see to it that he doesn't call
or leave any message for Madam J. Biz.

Got you.

Grant,

I'd like you to round up nine mediums.
Just let it be known you'll pay the

rate. You won't have any trouble finding
them.

Mediums? Seven here at the same time,
eight.

Mediums. Front and center.

Come on, Chief. I know there's got to be
some kind of duty for me.

You're going to be an underpaid
electrician. Well, that I'm good at,

underpaid. You want me to wire something
up? A chair, maybe?

Yeah, you'll find the directions all
around here. Page 257. That's 257.

Good evening.

First, I would like to thank you all
for...

Coming on such short notice, your
presence here tonight is vital.

You all believe that evil can be
conquered by a ring of prayer.

I know that when one of your members
turns to black magic and misuses the

of the occult, you're all concerned.

If you haven't already sensed it, one of
your members has been doing just that.

Since there are nine mediums here and
ten are necessary for a ring of prayer,

and since the object of the prayer ring
will be against someone who has already

used evil against him, I'm certain Mr.

Butler will cooperate and become the
tenth juror.

A jury?

As you may recall in Benet's story, The
Devil and Daniel Webster, the devil

handpicked a rigged jury against Daniel
in the trial of Jabez Stone.

Daniel managed to defeat them and the
devil.

But not without difficulty.

Now, one of the members of that jury was
a man named Walter Butler.

We're indeed fortunate to have another
Walter Butler serving on this jury.

This is ridiculous.

I absolutely refuse to... I can still
change my mind, Mr. Butler.

Go ahead.

Let him go, Ed.

Please take your places now, ladies and
gentlemen.

But, sir, we need ten to complete the
ring.

I'm sure Miss Belding won't mind filling
in.

Come over here, please.

Do you have a piece of chalk?

Yes, I have.

You

don't

believe in this stuff.

The only thing that matters is that
Madam Jabez does. Let's go.

Hello?

Yes, Walter, what is it?

When?

It won't do any good.

Stop babbling, Walter.

You wouldn't be surprised.

All right, Mark, you just wait here.

But Chief, I... What's the matter?
Haven't you ever seen a muscle spasm

Good evening.

Have you tried liniment?

No, not yet.

I knew you were coming, of course.

Yes.

I expected you would.

Then you finally admit to the power of
my special talent.

I admit to the power of some people's
belief in them.

Perhaps before you leave tonight.

You can be persuaded.

You chilly?

I'll close the window.

I've talked to Walter Butler.

What could he possibly tell you?

Nothing yet.

But I'm sure he'll eventually explain
where he got the money to open a

publishing house.

You, of course, know where that money
came from.

Do I?

Now, as for the remainder of the
money...

I think we both know where that went.

Whatever, don't you understand?

We're different from ordinary people.

Above the law?

It's a high price to pay in order to get
a book you stole published when no

other house would handle it.

Then your own bookstore because no one
else would handle it.

A book I stole?

As surely as you stole that money.

Tom Walker wrote it.

Tom Walker.

Interesting choice of names for one of
your disciples right out of Washington

Irving.

But he lost to the devil, didn't he?

The way Carl Proctor lost to you.

You think he ever understood why you did
this to him?

speaking. Madam Jabez is in the
hospital, a stroke.

When? Oh, about half an hour ago.

Why, that's when they stopped preparing.

Now, Fran. Fran, come on.

Well, it is getting to be a more than
coincidence.

The ring of prayer and then... Madam
Jabez was a victim of her own

Sir, your psychology.

I'm sorry it went as far as it did.

Still your arm.

My arm is fine.

And you weren't eating.

I told you... Ironside.

Well, Dennis, your timing couldn't be
better.

Hold on. You can check it with Mark.

Oh, Mark.

Commissioner. How much does the chief
weigh?

What? Don't give any numbers. Just tell
me if he's lost any.

Well, I got him on the scale this
morning. He's dropped ten pounds.

All right, Bob, that's five I owe you.

Satisfied. Satisfied?

Satisfied. I just left the line.

Oh, Dennis, I'm afraid you owe me more
than that. At least the department does.

What? Matter of expenses connected with
this case.

Oh.

$4 .95 for a book.

Then there's a rather substantial item
for the services of not.

if there's any mediums for.

Technical advice.

I'll be around to collect in the
morning, Dennis.

Good night.

Bob, I... Bob, hello.

Gee, there's one thing I still don't
get.

After Walter Butler left, why did you
keep the mediums, let the ring of prayer

go on?

That couldn't help.

It wouldn't hurt.