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Remember now, do not be afraid. I saw nothing but success at this alliance.

Go and I will see you day after tomorrow.

If I'm too early, Madam Celia, I'll wait outside.

No, child, come in.

Oh, before I forget, the English court advanced me part of the estate.

The funds were finally transferred from London.

Imagine, the balance of the estate will be mine in a week.

I can hardly wait to do all the things you suggest.

Not I, my dear.

The powers merely use my unworthy self as an instrument.

Well, anyway, I'm a lady of means again. It's about time I paid you.

I hope $1 ,000 will be enough.

You're far too generous, my dear, with getting yourself situated now.

You've been kind enough to trust me with nearly a month of readings.

And besides, you've been an absolute genius in foreseeing my future.

You flatter me, Miss Scott.

Please call me Amy.

Why, if it hadn't been for you, I might never have found my ring.

Then you did find it.

Exactly where you said it would be. On the windowsill in the kitchen.

It's amazing.

I don't even remember slipping it off.

And the young man you were so eager to see again.

Still no trace of him. No, Madam Celia, but I'm still hoping.

Let us see what we can learn.

Hear us, O great and divine goddess Isis.

Hear us and grant me, your humble worshipper, the secret of your power.

Before me again is this young woman, imploring to heed the lesson of your

wisdom. Show us, we beg, what will befall her.

I see a young woman entering a doorway.

Cannot make out.

Yes, it is you.

But your face.

There is great concern for something.

For someone.

Is it someone you care for? Someone you care about?

It's a man, isn't it? A young man.

There is... There is great affection you feel for... But I cannot clearly

see. Your face is clouded.

Hidden by some shadow.

And your dress, it is dark.

Dark black.

Oh, but what are... I'm wearing black?

Please, Madame Celia, what do you see?

The shadow, the silhouette.

The young man, does it concern him?

To that which is dear to you and near to you, I see death.

I didn't mean to startle you. Mr. Bundy.

You've been seeing that clairvoyant, haven't you? And she's upset you. Oh,

Do you know, it's amazing. She is absolutely uncanny.

Nonsense, Miss Scott. Utter nonsense.

Why, do you know that last week I discovered that she'd been at work on my

friend Binky, Lord Heathcote, and his wife.

Wouldn't be at all surprised if this so -called look into the future turned out

to be nothing more than a rather expensive bit of self -delusion.

But now you did tell me about another friend of yours.

Oh, you mean that nabob from India? Why, yes, I suppose. He did make a few

thousand on the market following her advice.

You mustn't be influenced by that. I mean, after all, any good broker... Now,

you can't be so harsh on her, Mr. Bundy.

Do you remember my ring, the one I said I'd lost?

And I suppose she told you exactly where to look for it.

No doubt near a basin.

Why, yes, it was in the kitchen.

Well, it's only logical.

You know, anyone would think to look in the bathroom first. She knew that. The

kitchen was the only other obvious place.

I suppose you could be right.

I certainly would hate to think what she just told me might come true.

Well, of course I'm right.

I've dealt with all sorts in my travels.

I once met a palmist in Palermo.

Or was it a tea leaf reader in Tel Aviv? Oh, before I forget, I have the red

check here.

Well, you know, ever since I've inherited this class, they've become

hobby with me. I'd love to have you just as a guest, but my account.

Mr. Bundy, you're the sweetest, kindest landlord I've ever known.

Bless you, my dear.

Thank you. As Shakespeare once said, or was it Milton?

Oh, no, no, no. I remember now. It was Lord Tennyson.

Now, what was it I was going to say?

Never mind, Mr. Bundy. You'll think of it later.

It was Kipling all along.

Mr. Drake.

You found him? Yep. The sooner we get going, the better our chances of not

losing him.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Oh, Dara, I don't know what time I'll be home. Would you feed Petey for me,

please? Yeah.

You've got enough to do without worrying about a bird.

Miss Scott, you'd better prepare yourself for the fact that Tommy's still

the man you've been looking for.

May not be exactly as you remembered him.

Has something happened to him?

Why don't you be the judge of that?

I'd say Tommy's taking his father's recent suicide pretty hard.

Tommy never was very strong.

I'm sorry it took so long to find him.

But a man can get very lost in a city.

I knew you'd find him. How?

By looking in a crystal ball?

I'm afraid so. Wait here a minute.

You're in that barn.

You've completed your job, Mr. Craig. If you'll just send me your bill.

Well, you're not going in there alone.

Yes, I am.

All right. I'll wait here and take you back.

That won't be necessary.

Goodbye, Mr. Drake, and thank you.

It's no good. Just leave me alone. I want to help.

It's all my fault. All mine. Don't you understand?

But it isn't, Tommy. That's why I had to find you.

Can't you leave me alone?

I'm quite all right now, Mr. Drake, I assure you. Miss Scott, I don't mean to

pry. Then don't.

I don't know what it is, but you're up to something. Am I?

Hiring me at the same time you're throwing away good money on some phony

teller. Oh, I know about it, at least that you're seeing her.

Believe me, I'm only trying to help. If there's anything I can do for you. If

there is, Mr. Drake, I have your phone number.

That's her.

Are you sure?

I saw her picture enough times when I was working in his office.

What was that?

I'd better go look.

What is it?

What's wrong?

This morning, she prophesied it'd be a death.

Someone close to me, but... I never thought it would be Petey.

What if I start?

I'm sorry, Petey.

The more I think about this, the more I don't like it.

I think she's being set up for a beautiful fleecing.

Well, why don't you tell her so? She won't listen.

People addicted to fortune -telling seldom do.

Just how much of a believer is Miss Scott?

Well, this afternoon when I took her home, I stayed there to check on this

clairvoyant. I heard a scream, nosed around, and found that Miss Scott's pet

canary had just mysteriously died.

One of the oldest tricks in the world.

And successful if the victim is gullible.

The fortune teller makes a dark prophecy, then sends a confederate to

come true. That's what I figured.

I wonder... I wonder if Dora, the cleaning woman, could be Madame Zillia's

accomplice. Madame Zillia?

You know her?

By reputation.

Pretty big -time operator, isn't she?

You know, Perry, there are movie stars and millionaires in this town who

wouldn't even think of taking a bath without first consulting that dame. No

wonder you're worried.

An innocent young girl involving herself like that.

I know.

But what do I do about it?

More to the point.

What does Madame Zillia plan to do about it?

Madame Zillia?

Miss Scott, I must insist that you never see me anymore.

What? In the glass this morning, there was something else.

Something which worries me.

Madeline Celia, I'll have the rest of the money to you by the end of the week.

But you can't do this to me. I'm depending on you. I need you. You are

in some perilous venture.

For what reason, I cannot clearly see.

But I know that it can only end in tragic circumstances for all concerned.

What are you talking about?

I think you know.

And I suggest you change your course before it's too late.

Yes. Let's go on.

Dropping Miss Scott is still rather disturbing.

I just had to find out what she was up to, don't you see?

See, see what? Now look here, Miss Scott.

I have a right to some explanation.

Mr. Bundy, if you'll just wait a minute while I make one phone call.

Dickerson, great.

Young lady, I have a shepherd's pie in the oven that needs tending, and I have

guest dropping in to see me. But I'm not leaving here until I get some solid

explanation. Mr. Bundy, Mr. Bundy, please.

I've just got to tell someone.

Madam Celia, oh, you were right, Mr. Bundy. She's all you said she was and

What are you talking about?

I've been going to her all this time, but not for real, not the way she

Proof, Mr. Bundy, proof.

I'll show you.

No, it's got to be here.

But now, for pity's sake, Miss Scott, what is it? What frightens you so?

Mr. Bundy, I need help.

Help.

In that drawer, I had a... I, uh... Oh, did you say shepherd's

pie, Mr. Bundy? Why, that sounds wonderful.

Oh, yes, yes. Well, delighted, my dear. Delighted. Yes, well, then you will join

me. Of course.

Uh, Dora, did you clean in here this afternoon?

First thing this morning, except for the linen.

I just got that.

Well, I better hurry. I'll miss my bus.

It'll take me just that time to get rid of my guest. Why don't you come right

in? I don't know what the trouble is, my dear, but I'm sure I can help you.

No, that's fine, Al. I'll be in touch later.

Well, Madame Zinnia does have an accomplice, doesn't she?

Yep, it's a team. The Great Zacharies.

That's how their mind -reading act was built ten years ago.

Only Madame Zinnia was the accomplice.

Then who's the mastermind?

The guy who owns the apartment house?

Victor Bundy.

Oh, Dara, I thought you'd gone home.

I got all the way to the bus stop before I realized I forgot my glasses.

Well, I'm late.

Will you go on ahead to Mr. Bundy's? I have a key to let myself in there.

Mr. Bundy?

Mr.

Bundy?

Mr.

Bundy? Mr.

Bundy, it's Amy Scott.

Apparently she's not home.

Which apartment is Bundy's? Over there.

Oh, we started long.

You're working kind of late, Dora.

There's a phone call from Miss Scott. I was just looking for her. Well, so are

we. Is she visiting Mr. Bundy? Well, she's supposed to be, but I've been

I don't know for how long, and there's just no answer.

Is there another entrance?

Around the side. I'll show you.

Hello? Mr. Bundy?

He's here. I'm afraid so.

I must ask you to stay.

I better find her, Perry.

Police headquarters.

But I didn't run away, Mr. Mason.

I've been waiting down in Mr. Drake's office for over 15 minutes.

Anyway, why would anyone think I would want to kill Mr.

Bundy? He was my friend, one of the few I had here in town.

There's a witness who knows that you went to Bundy's apartment less than 30

minutes before we discovered his body.

I was invited to supper. I already told you that.

And when I got there, he was dead.

Then why didn't you go to the police? That's nearly two hours. Maybe I did

around for a while, but I came to Mr. Drake's office, didn't I?

Excuse me.

Hello. Perry, this is Paul.

I haven't located the girl yet, but... Call off your search, Paul.

Miss Scott's right here.

Well, don't let her go.

Hey, is that the police?

Perry, there's something she hasn't told us yet.

Paul, where are you?

In a fleabag hotel, the Regency West, with Tommy Stiller, the fellow Amy Scott

had me looking for.

And Perry, Amy Scott isn't a real name, and she's not Tommy's heartthrob. She's

his sister, Arnelle Stiller. Don't leave. I'll come there.

Let's begin again, Miss Stiller.

Stiller? That's right.

Arnell Stiller, isn't it?

How did Mr. Drake find that out? That isn't as important as what this will

when the police start questioning you.

But why? I already told you. Victor Bundy was my dear friend.

Or at least I thought he was.

I mean, I had no reason to want to kill him.

We had a little research done this afternoon on a name that came up earlier

reference to Tommy.

It was the name of your father, Leonard Stiller.

You know what happened to my father?

His business failure?

His subsequent suicide? Yes.

But the police will find, as easily as we did, that your father was also a

client of Madame Zilia's.

And that the man who was just murdered, Victor Bundy, was really her partner.

Oh, no.

I was in Paris studying at the design academy when Daddy died.

That project was to be his biggest achievement as a master builder.

He was a genius, Mr. Mason.

But like so many creative people, he wasn't very practical. He even believed

a fortune teller.

And somehow he was tricked.

Tricked into getting himself involved in something which ruined him. And you

returned here to prove that?

Yes. To expose Madam Zelia.

To give her a chance to think I had money to do to me what was done to him.

It may sound ridiculous to you, Mr. Mason, but I just thought if I had the

chance to prove... What's the matter, Mr. Mason?

You've just given yourself the necessary motive, Miss Tiller.

Motive for the murder of Victor Bundy.

That sister of mine, she's just plain wrong, that's all. It wasn't Madame

who caused the mess.

It was me.

If I'd done a better job in those days.

Double -checked everything instead of delegating the work to Kern.

Kern?

Howard Kern.

He and I made up Dad's staff, along with Joyce Carlton, who was his secretary.

Then you don't believe Madame Zillia was responsible for anything.

Unless it was to get Dad interested in the center project to begin with.

I'll admit she had influence on him.

Do you blame yourself for your father's ruin?

His death?

Well, I was in charge of the financial NC.

The backers were supposed to come up with the end money.

Didn't you have guarantees of security?

Nothing worth of papers written on.

Strictly illusory.

Dad was ruined.

Tillotson Hartley, the company that wanted the project for themselves, got

for half its value.

Did you or your father know Victor Bundy?

Never heard of him until tonight.

When tonight? Neither of us mentioned Bundy's name to you.

Maybe you didn't. Maybe Arnell told me.

When? She didn't know where you lived. She couldn't have called.

I called her.

The phone company still provides information service.

Under what name?

You drew a blank when I mentioned Amy Scott.

Look, where's Arnell?

You said you knew where she was.

Have I told you guys enough? You did see your sister earlier tonight, didn't

you? It couldn't have been here. It must have been at her place.

At the apartment building where Victor Bundy was bludgeoned to death. No, no.

Tommy, couldn't Victor Bundy have been responsible for at least some of your

father's troubles?

No, no, I tell you.

If you want to point a finger pointer at Joyce Clausen, I better still go talk

to Kern.

Sure. Go see Howard Kern.

After three and a half years of loyal service as kind of a glorified office

I went down the drain with Leonard Stiller and Associates.

It isn't exactly down the drain to go from glorified office boy to vice

president of a new company, especially when it's Tillotson and Hartley, the

company that got the same project.

They wanted someone familiar with the details. I was the most likely choice.

Well, what's so wrong in that?

Listen, there was a lack of communication around Stiller and

could have driven a truck through.

It's no wonder the whole deal fell through.

How would you account for that?

I'd file it under Leonard Stiller.

Personal. You mean his wife, Ventool, filing for divorce?

She found out he was nicking around corners with another woman.

Joyce Carlton, his secretary?

I didn't say that.

But is that what you meant?

Was Joyce Carlton, the other woman, not mentioned in a divorce?

I'd have to be Joyce Carlton herself to answer that, wouldn't I?

That's right, Joyce Carlton.

Well, you checked the office where she works.

Didn't they tell you where she was going?

Only that Miss Carlton had left rather suddenly on a vacation.

Where she was going? No.

Too bad.

Well, they didn't tell me because they didn't know. But they were pretty sure

you would.

Oh, I might.

And then again, I might not.

Hello, Miss Carlton.

Have we met?

Swanky resort hotels, even off -season like this, the keynote is informality.

Joyce.

You know, I'd suspect you of being a frustrated social director, except for

thing. What's that?

Joyce Carlton isn't the name I'm registered under.

So let me start again.

I'm Paul Drake.

I'm a private investigator working on an insurance case.

You know, we have mutual friends from Stiller & Associates.

I understand you once worked there as Leonard Stiller's private secretary.

Are you asking me or telling me?

Both, maybe.

You know, you're a very attractive woman.

Well, I suppose you want to know, just out of curiosity, of course, just how

private some private secretaries are.

My fellow, a couple of missing pieces in the picture puzzle, yeah.

Mr. Drake, who sent you here? His no -good crybaby son or the long -suffering

wife back in England?

Doesn't sound much as if you particularly like either one of them.

Well, should I?

Is it now a status symbol for the other woman to carry on a warm social

correspondence with the family now that the object of their mutual affection is

no longer on the scene?

Okay, which is it?

Bitter or just sarcastic?

Maybe neither. Maybe my payoff just wasn't big enough.

Howard Kern seems to have done all right.

You don't say.

So did Victor Bundy.

Howard Kern takes care of his good friends.

So I know this.

Expensive place, this.

Another Tillotson and Hartley hotel.

Either you're well -fixed financially, or you've got a pretty good end with the

company brass.

Mr. Drake.

May I present Howard Kern, vice president of Tillotson and Hartley.

Bartender, I'll have an old -fashioned, please.

Does it amuse you, Mr. Mason?

I haven't done that since high school chemistry.

Modern science has learned a great deal from the ancients.

But I'm sure you did not come here to discuss the practice of my worship.

The afternoon of the murder, why did you tell Arnelle Stiller not to see you

anymore?

I could sense difficulties ahead.

We'd save considerable time and effort, Madam Zillia, by not deceiving one

another. Where a clairvoyant has the gift of precognition.

There is sometimes a critical line of demarcation between what is theatrical

what is true.

Neither deceiving one another nor deliberately lying.

I didn't know what she was looking for.

I only knew that it was serious and she could get into bad trouble.

I liked the girl, Mr. Mason. I didn't want her hurt.

Once the poor fish had taken the bait, would the great Zachary allow you to

your victim? The curtain fell on that act years ago.

No, Victor Bundy was not calling the turns. I knew nothing of what was going

between him and the girl.

Or Victor Bundy and Howard Kern?

Victor always liked to dabble in real estate.

With Kern?

I suppose so. I don't know.

Even when Kern wasn't a Tillotson and Hartley vice president? When he was

an office boy for Leonard Stiller? Mr. Mason, please believe me.

I had nothing to do with whatever business manipulations put Leonard

into bankruptcy.

Why would I want to destroy him? He was my friend.

One of the finest men I've ever known.

Is that why you were preparing to cheat his daughter?

I knew her as Amy Scott, not as Leonard Stiller's daughter.

But learning the truth, you went to her, warned her to stay away from you.

No. You didn't know who she really was that afternoon?

I told you no. I was frightened for I don't know why. I just sensed it, I saw

it.

Here in your crystal ball, you saw it?

Is that what you want me to believe? No, please, Mr.

Mason.

The crystal ball failed to tell the future of your good friend Leonard

Look into it now.

Can you see what tomorrow holds for his daughter?

Tomorrow, what do you mean?

Less than an hour ago, she was arrested for the murder of Victor Bundy.

The director had called and asked me to come right over. It was the middle of a

busy afternoon, but I went thinking it was about some business deal.

And was it? No.

All he had me do was wait around so I could identify Miss Stiller for him. Had

Bundy already begun to suspect who she was?

He might have.

I do know he was very worried, worried about what she was up to, worried about

what she might have found out.

Madam Zillier, did you have occasion to converse with the deceased that day?

Twice. Once in the morning, then late sometime in the afternoon.

Well, did he seem worried to you?

Didn't you tell us anything at all about his attitude?

I really don't remember.

I must insist that you answer my question.

Your background, your secret working relationship with Mr. Bundy is now out

the open, you know. For you to withhold testimony is... All right.

I guess he was acting strangely.

But he wouldn't tell me why, and it wasn't for me to ask.

Victor would plan these things. I merely said what I was told to say. I see. And

what instructions did he give you that day concerning Miss Stiller?

I was to tell the girl I would not see her anymore.

Certainly he must have given you some inkling of his reason for that request.

From the way Victor acted, I could only guess that he decided she was dangerous

and a threat to us in some way.

I had no idea then, of course, that she was Leonard Stiller's daughter.

Yes, I went to see Madam Zillia that night. I didn't know that Arnell... that

she lived there, too.

But you said earlier that you never arrived at Madam Zillia's bungalow. Now,

not, Mr. Stiller?

I, uh... I bumped into my sister.

All right, tell us what happened.

She came running out of this apartment.

The one we've already indicated belongs to Victor Bundy.

Yes. I asked her what she was doing there.

She didn't tell me. Only that we'd better hurry and go.

Did she tell you anything at that time about what had happened?

Only that I shouldn't tell anyone that I'd been there.

She promised to explain later.

Seeing how upset she was, I didn't push it.

Mr. Stiller, why did you go to Madam Zillia's in the first place?

I'd seen R &L earlier that day.

And she said I shouldn't blame myself for what had happened to Dad.

She said she was working on Madam Zillia and getting to the bottom of things.

Didn't you detect a threat of some kind?

A threat that when she got to the bottom of things, she would... Objection, Your

Honor. The question is leading and suggestive. It calls for a conclusion on

part of the witness.

Sustained.

Well, Miss Scott, or Miss Skinner, if that's her real name, she said she was

going to Mr. Bundy's.

And about what time was that?

Well, let's see. I missed the 750 bus having to go back for my glasses.

Oh, I'd say it was straight up 8 o 'clock.

Then you spent a quarter of an hour in a fruitless search for those glasses?

And then went to Bundy's apartment to summon Miss Stiller because she was

on the phone again.

Well, it was long distance. I figured it might be important.

Then of your own knowledge, Miss Stiller was in Bundy's apartment for at least

15 minutes.

Oh, my, yes.

Maybe even 20.

Now, can you tell us who was calling Miss Stiller on long distance?

It was New York City.

The operator said a Mr. Anton Bernfield.

And had you ever heard that name previously?

Of... A couple of days before, I'd accidentally picked up an extension

I heard her talking to him.

At least I figured it was him. That's what she called him. I see. Now, what

you accidentally overhear? As far as I could figure it out, she said that he

a picture of Madame Zillia and her partner.

And Miss Stiller wanted to know why he hadn't sent it.

To your knowledge, did Miss Stiller ever receive that photograph?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

I don't get a chance to see her mail.

For the benefit of the court, we will bring out in later testimony that Anton

Bernfield is a theatrical booking agent who more than ten years ago represented

a mind -reading act known professionally as the Great Zacharies.

The team composed of the woman now known as Madame Zillian and the decedent

Victor Bundy.

Mr. Mason, you're witness.

No question.

We found that fingerprints taken from the murder weapon matched those of the

defendant. The coroner has already testified that the approximate time of

was around 8 o 'clock, which coincides exactly with the young lady's visit.

Objection, Your Honor.

Abstain.

Would you care to rephrase that, Lieutenant?

The coroner estimated the time of death as anywhere between 7 .45 and 8 .15 in

the evening.

Now, Lieutenant, what can you tell us about a tape recording device which was

found in the ashes of Victor Bundy's fireplace?

Well, it was a medium -priced one, Japanese -made, and sold at only one

Southern California.

They have a record and a serial number showing that the defendant, Arnell

Stiller, purchased that exact tape recorder.

And now, Lieutenant, in the course of your investigation, did you check the

possibility that the decedent, Victor Bundy, was in any way involved in the

events leading up to the bankruptcy of Leonard Stiller, the defendant's late

father? Yes, we made a preliminary check of Victor Bundy's financial situation,

and we also examined the records of Phillipson and Hartley, who later took

Stiller's building project.

As yet, we have no evidence of complicity or payoff to Bundy. In other

Victor Bundy never made a nickel on the deal.

That's right, not as far as we know now.

Lieutenant, do you recognize this envelope?

Yes, it's one of the items we found in Victor Bundy's apartment.

Lieutenant Anderson, would you please describe the contents of this envelope

us? Well, it's an old picture of Madam Zillia and the deceased Victor Bundy.

do you remember the names on the envelope, Lieutenant? Who sent it and to

is it addressed?

It's from a Bernfield Theatrical Agency in New York City, addressed to Miss Amy

Scott, the defendant.

Darling, no.

What happened? The man on the phone said you were dying.

Oh, no. No, it isn't true. I love you. I've always loved you.

You!

It was my idea, Miss Carlton.

There's little difference between a critically ill patient and a defendant

murder trial.

With either of them, it sometimes takes radical surgery to save a life.

I'm Perry Mason, Miss Carlton.

I sent the message that brought you here.

But all the cheap... Dirty!

It was the only way I could find something out.

I'm sorry for that.

And for this, too.

What is it?

A subpoena, Miss Carlton.

Ordering you to appear in Superior Court tomorrow morning.

Remain seated and come to order.

Court is again in session.

You may proceed, Mr. Berger.

Your Honor, the people rest.

The prosecution feels that it has presented a more than adequate prima

case. And it moves at this time that the defendant, Arnell Stiller, be bound

over for trial in Superior Court on the charge of murder.

Mr. Mason?

If the court please.

Although it is unusual for the defense to present evidence at a preliminary

examination, in this case I will do so.

And as my first witness, I call Tommy Stiller.

Yes, Mr. Mason, I knew from both my parents that they were planning to be

divorced.

I just couldn't believe it.

Did your father tell you why he and your mother were contemplating divorce?

No, not a word.

And your mother?

Well, she only said that there was another woman.

You discovered the identity of that other woman?

Yes. What happened then?

Mother filed for divorce, went to Europe to join my sister who was studying

there.

And it was then that Dad's whole project, thanks to me,

blew up in his face.

The whole world just...

It just about came to an end for me when he took his life.

Now, you admitted that you had discovered the identity of the other

Who was she?

My father's secretary, Joyce Carlton. And how did you learn who she was?

Well, they'd always been close, Dad and Joyce. But I guess I never really had it

figured out until Howard Kern took me off.

Mr. Kern.

Was it you who told Tommy Stiller that his father and Joyce Carlton were

romantically involved?

I tried not to let him hear those rumors. I knew how much it would upset

But... No, the boy's memory is playing tricks on him, or he's lying. Well, I

certainly knew no facts that would have proved... Mr. Kern, Leonard Stiller's

wife employed a private detective to obtain evidence before she filed for

divorce. Now, that detective conferred with you, did he not?

Well, he... he may have.

Yes. His report, which we will subsequently mark as Defense Exhibit F

identification only, his report speaks of clandestine meetings, surreptitious

purchases of jewelry for someone other than his wife, many items, none of which

is damning in itself, but which together present an unmistakable portrait of a

philandering husband. Now, glance through this, please.

Mr. Mason, I'm not sure I understand what this report has to do with me.

I'll try to make it clear, Mr. Kern, to you and to the court.

Now, page six.

Referring to a weekend in San Francisco.

Who is identified as the woman with Leonard Stiller?

Why, right there at the bottom.

Joyce Carlton.

Page eight.

Over a period of months, dinner for two in a private dining room in an out -of

-the -way restaurant.

On the name, Mr. Kern.

Joyce Carlton.

Page 10.

The name.

Joyce Carlton.

Page 15. The name.

Your back.

Joyce Carlton. And on the last page.

The summary by the detective.

Please read the top paragraph.

In the majority of instances cited, though there was proof of association

woman, the only clue to the identity of the woman was from... Louder, please,

Mr. Kearns, so that the court can hear.

It was from... From statements made by... Howard Kearns.

No, it's a lie!

It's a lie! There was nothing between Leonard and me, nothing! I never loved

him, never!

It was you who made up those stories. You made people believe them.

You made Tommy listen.

You made him hate me.

Order, order.

Well, Mr. Kern, why did you build up this elaborate lie?

Well, I had to keep Joyce away from the family. Don't you see?

I didn't think she really knew anything.

Well, I couldn't have them compare notes, add two and two.

Carry on investigation after investigation.

Investigation into what?

The way Victor and I had tricked the old man so that Tillotson and Hartley could

pick up the project.

Despite Lieutenant Anderson's testimony, you were paid off by Tillotson and

Hartley, weren't you?

Yes, yes.

Through a dummy corporation.

Bundy didn't inherit those apartments, he bought them.

With his share of the payoff.

I had absolutely nothing to do with any scheme to break Leonard Stiller. Not

even as part of your readings into the future?

No, please. We've just heard that your partner participated in a payoff.

My partner did many things on his own.

Now, you did hear the testimony that Mr. Bundy used his payoff to buy those

apartments. Until a few moments ago here in the court, I honestly thought that

he had inherited them.

You must believe I'm only the sensitive. I know nothing of such business

matters. All right, then. Did Leonard Stiller confide in you about his

problems? I don't understand.

According to the detective's report, there was another woman.

Leonard Stiller must have spoken of her, mentioned her.

A casual reference to Joyce Carlton, perhaps?

He was not in love with Joyce Carlton.

Madame Zillia, how can you be so positive?

Miss Carlton certainly is attractive, wouldn't you say?

Yes, very attractive.

She has youth, freshness.

Something a man of Mr. Stiller's age often finds irresistible.

Leonard was not that kind of man.

He desired substance, maturity.

Leonard was his wife whom he loved.

No, he was just weak, afraid to strike out and take what he really wanted.

That leaves only you, Madame Zillian.

Madame Zillian, tell us the truth.

When did you discover that Amy Scott was really Arnelle Stiller?

It was the day of the murder.

I saw Howard Kern there talking to Victor.

Suddenly I realized what it was about the girl that had bothered me.

Made me always feel there was something special about her. But you also checked

a few facts, didn't you?

I... I found the truth about her.

And more, I found the truth about Victor and his inheritance.

I made many calls. I called Howard Kern.

Victor had taken advantage of me, of my love for Leonard Stiller and Leonard's

feeling for me.

They defrauded him.

They separated me from the man I loved by bankrupting him.

Before Arnell went to Victor's that night, you... had already been there.

To confront Victor Bundy with what you'd discovered?

He was wild at me.

When I told him I was going to the girl and expose what he'd done, he twisted my

arm.

You fool, he said. You stupid fool. If you open your mouth, they'll discover

that Stella didn't just fall off that roof.

They'll discover that he found out things, too.

Yes, Mr. Mason, he admitted it.

He admitted that he killed Leonard Stiller and made it look like suicide.

I... I didn't know what happened then.

But suddenly, Victor was lying there, dead.

And I was... I was holding the bloody poker.

Before you take off for England to see your mother, we thought we'd like to say

goodbye again and wish you bon voyage.

How can I ever thank you both for all you've done?

I have a message for you from Madame Zillian.

She said that she wanted you to know that if you'd been bound over for trial,

she planned to come forward and confess.

You know, Mr. Mason, I believe she would have.

I do, too.

Well, there's your trip to the airport.

Mr. and Mrs.

Tommy Stiller.

I have you both to thank for that, and so do they.

Hey, we're a regular couple of cupids.

You know, I just can't see it. What?

You with a bow and arrow.

Huh? What about you?

With wing.