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Mr. Pompey?

Come in, Karen. Come in.

Shut the door, will you, please?

Well, see how you like this.

No thanks, Mr. Pompey.

I thought we agreed it was to be Max.

All right, Max.

But it's still no thanks.

Oh, come on. Come on.

You know, that innocent little girl pose
won't work any longer.

Not after what I found out about you and
Gabriel Rawson.

You've been a rather naughty girl,
haven't you?

Town's number one playboy and just
incidentally our leading competitor.

I've seen Mr.

Rawson exactly twice.

Really?

Who told you that?

A little bird.

Who's been watching you, darling, ever
since Rawson Cosmetics came out first

with that dusting powder that you were
working on.

Are you suggesting that I gave him the
formula?

And the estrogenic cream formula.

You can't be serious.

No?

Some things I found in your desk.

A carbon of the estrogenic cream
formula.

A carbon of the dusting powder formula.

Gabriel Rawson's address and private
phone number.

And a bank book.

Showing you a deposit a week ago of $1
,500.

And another yesterday of $2 ,500.

How much was he going to pay you for the
new lipstick?

This is my deposit book.

You can keep it.

Provided you play ball with me instead
of Rossum.

You know, I've always liked you, Karen.

There must be some mistake.

You want the police to check it out?

Relax.

You'll make out fine.

Let go of me.

Stop it.

Let go of me.

Are you all right?

You're fired.

If you're not out of the city by
tomorrow morning, I'll have you thrown

Peter Nichols about this, I'll have him
fired too.

Now get out.

Get out!

They don't live in a rainforest.

They don't swim under it.

Where did you come from?

My offices.

Did the nasty girl hurt him, Daddy's
poor little head?

I turned it off, Max.

You know, I always suspected you of
eavesdropping.

You don't run this department, Myra.
I've always liked you, Karen.

We'll make out fine, Karen.

I know how you love to chase girls
around this office, but I didn't think

go as far as framing some poor thing
just to get a handhold on her. I found

those things in her desk. You were
listening.

You heard her say she'd been out with
Rawson twice.

Karen Lewis could no more steal from
this company or sell its formulas than

could fall for a goat like you.

That's enough.

If anybody's stealing around this place,
it's you. You know that, Max.

You're crazy.

Max, you don't have to lie about it.

I'm not going to tell Mr. Vance.

But Gabriel Rawson pays you a salary,
doesn't he?

No wonder so many secrets are leaking
out of here.

And just when Caress Cosmetics is
beginning to do so well... Stop it,

Pompey, the one -man fifth column, the
great Judas goat.

Yes, that's what you are, a Judas. Stop
it, Myra!

I'm no spy here.

I'm nothing, don't you understand?

It's your fault if I chase girls.

If you hadn't closed the door on me, I
can't get you out of my mind, Myra.

My relax.

Isn't one whack on the head enough for
one night?

Okay, skip it.

I'm sorry, Max.

It's still my favorite pin.

You haven't forgotten how, have you?

I haven't forgotten a lot of things.

We used to tell each other the truth,
remember?

Same old Myra.

Why don't you bring your car around to
the side entrance?

Drive me home.

Mr. Rawson, please.

Uh,

Gabriel, I'm going to be a little late
tonight.

Max Pompey?

Yes, I... I talked to him.

He found the evidence.

Yes, darling.

Things are moving along just fine.

I suppose you'll go over it all again,
Mr. Nichols, from the beginning, for Mr.

Drake's benefit.

How long was it before you began to
worry about Miss Lewis?

I guess it was around a half hour.

And when you went to look for her in Mr.
Pompey's office, you found what you

thought were signs of a struggle?

Cosmetic samples strewn all over the
floor.

In the wastebasket, I found a blood
-stained towel.

Was there much blood?

No, just a smear.

That worried me even more.

I called Karen's apartment and Poppy's.
No answer at either place.

How come you haven't notified the
police, Mr. Nichols?

Well, unless Karen's in real trouble, I
don't think she'd want that.

That's why I came to you, Mr. Mason, for
advice first.

Why wouldn't Miss Lewis want the police
involved?

Well, I don't know exactly, but... Well,
I've always had the feeling that there

was something that she wanted to, but
couldn't quite tell me about her

in New York.

I'd ask her questions about it.

She ignores them, changes the subject.

Well, not that that means that there's
anything wrong with it.

Yes, Della?

Mr. Pompey's expected any minute now.

Well, thank you.

Paul, you better get right on this.

Try to trace where Miss Lewis went last
night.

Okay, Gary.

Now, you said that Max Pompey was the
superintendent of the plant.

Who is the, um...

President of Caress Cosmetics.

A gentle old soul by the name of Silas
Vance.

Where the devil is everybody?

Where's Pete Nichols?

Doesn't he realize that lipstick has to
be ready today?

And where's Karen Lewis?

You know, a little louder and they could
hear you in the San Francisco plant.

Not even Max Pompey's here.

I want to talk to you about that, Silas.
Well, talk.

Here or in your office?

Here, since it looks like I'm going to
have to carry on for young Nichols.

You don't suppose that Nichols and Karen
eloped, do you?

I hardly think so.

Pete probably overslept. He was working
late last night.

Karen was with him.

Not after Max Pompey got through with
her.

Max? He fired her last night.

On what grounds?

Selling our formulas to Gabriel Rawson.

That's absurd. Karen would never do
that.

Max has some pretty convincing evidence.

A report from one of the security men
that the girl has seen Rawson at least

twice, had copies of the formulas, and
had Rawson's private telephone number in

her desk.

I don't believe it.

I don't really believe it either, Silas,
but there's no other explanation.

Unless somebody wanted to frame her.

If Max Pompey's trying anything like
that, I'll kill him, so help me.

I didn't know you felt so violently
about Karen Lewis.

There's a lot of things you don't know,
Myra.

Mr. Rawson?

Is this a strange sort of place to meet?

I don't have much time. Besides, I
prefer a little privacy.

Mr. Rawson, I had to fire Karen Lewis
last night.

Karen Lewis?

The girl's been selling you cosmetic
formulas.

I don't buy formulas from other
companies. You ought to know that, Max.

Sure, Mr.

Rosen, sure.

Max, forget the girl. Something else has
come up.

My board of directors is meeting next
Tuesday.

Huh?

There's a movement on to undermine me.

Silas Vance has outsold me in 11 states
this month.

My outfit's supposed to be paying a
dividend.

As I see it, there are only one or two
things that can save my neck next week.

One is for Silas Vance to kick the
bucket.

Two, you wouldn't like to arrange that,
would you?

Well, and the other is for me to go into
that meeting Tuesday with Caress

Cosmetics in the palm of my hand, all of
it.

Tuesday?

That's only three days off.

And it's been over 30 days since you
came to me with those debts of yours.

I paid them because you said you could
make Silas Vance sell out to me lock,

stock, and barrel.

How you knew something about his past.

How you could twist his arm, apply the
pressure.

Look, it's just a matter of time. That's
all, Mr. Rawson.

You don't want me to do anything that's
real blackmail. I can still put on the

pressure.

I don't want to know how you do it, or
why, or where.

Only when.

By next Tuesday.

You understand?

Vance? Mr.

Silas Vance?

Hello, Mr. Vance.

Yes, but how did you know I was here?

Never mind that. You just get right down
here to the lab.

Please, Mr. Vance, I don't want to come
back.

I don't even want to see Peter, not
until I have a chance to think things

You see, something happened.

Oh, that I don't want to talk about.

Well, I would.

Pompey told me all about it, and it's
just so much poppycock. You come on down

here. I'm in your office.

Between us, we'll string a real crook up
by the heels.

Oh,

if we only could, Mr. Vance.

Well, I'll be down as quickly as I can.

Hurry.

Mr. Newtson.

Mr.

Newtson.

Elsa Paez was offered a free cruise to
paradise.

All I had to do was get on the boat,
have a very nice time.

What she got was a seal.

Tonight, you'll be first.

Well, I told the officers that got here
first everything I know, Lieutenant.

So now tell me.

Well, I... I was making my 11 o 'clock
round like I always do. That's the

executive offices and then here.

And I...

I came through that door, and I started
to cross to the glassed -in area. Mr.

Vance was still there?

Yes, he was in the lab office.

I took three or four steps, and wham,
the lights went out. What time was this?

I don't know exactly. I made my last
station check at 11 .15.

Dr. 1122.

Well, you must have used a jet plane to
get here this fast, Counselor.

I got the call just as I was leaving the
office. Where is he?

Just let me finish here.

Sergeant, tag that and sweep up the
glass into an envelope.

Now, you were slugged at 1122, and our
records show that you called us at 1127.

Were you unconscious the entire five
minutes?

Well, I was out longer than five
minutes.

You called us while you were
unconscious?

Well, I didn't call you at all.

I was just coming to when the officers
got here. That was after 11 .30.

Well, then who did call?

I don't know.

All right, Newton.

That's all for now. Go ahead.

He's the most obliging killer that I've
run across for a long time.

He knocked out the watchman, shot Mr.
Vance, and called the police all within

the space of five minutes.

Then Silas Vance was shot.

Yes, twice.

But the prisoner will undoubtedly be
able to tell you more about that than I

can.

And it wasn't until I checked the
registration slip in her car that I was

it was Karen Lewis. And by that time,
she'd gone into the building. What time

was that, Paul?

11 .20 on the nose.

Anyway, I waited around a few minutes.
Then I began to wonder if I shouldn't

have gone in the building after her. So
I walked down to the corner and see what

lights were on. And that's when she ran
out.

I called, but she just jumped in her car
and took off.

I started to follow when a squad car
came blasting up and shunted me over the

curb.

I just about had them convinced I was an
innocent bystander.

When Tragg shows up.

You didn't tell him anything about Karen
Lewis?

No, I wanted to talk to you.

After all, if she's guilty, it's one
thing.

But if she isn't, I sure don't want to
be the one to get her in a jam.

This is a murder, Paul.

There are limits as to how far we can go
in protecting a client.

Well, you think I should tell Lieutenant
Tragg everything?

Let me make a phone call for her.

I believe you.

I know, but Peter, I can't go to the
police.

Hello? Mr. Mason, I've been trying to
reach you.

Yes.

Yes, I've heard about Mr. Vance.

Well, Karen told me.

Yes, she's right here.

Just a moment.

I want to speak to you.

Yes, Mr. Mason. Miss Lewis, I know you
must be frightened.

But if you're innocent... I am innocent,
Mr. Mason.

Then don't worry.

And stay right where you are.

Yes, sir.

I'll do what you say.

What time did you leave the lab office?

I finished work around seven.

Then I went by Karen's apartment on the
off chance that she might have been

there.

Only no one was there, so I went home.

There you go, sweet. Relax.

If you're asking me for an alibi, Mr.
Mason, I'm afraid I'm fresh out.

Why would he need an alibi?

He had no possible reason to kill Mr.
Vance.

Well, the same holds true for you.

I'm afraid it doesn't, Peter.

I was with Lieutenant Tragg a few
minutes ago, obtaining official

visit the laboratory again.

Tragg's been rather busy.

He learned from Max Pompey about the
formulas in the bank deposit book he

in Karen's desk.

That's the motive for killing Pompey,
not Mr. Vance.

I haven't finished.

Traig also learned from Myra Heston that
Silas Vance confiscated this so -called

evidence and took it down to the lab.
But when the police found the body, the

evidence was gone.

And they could think that Karen killed
Mr. Vance in order to suppress or

the evidence.

That's right.

Yes, that's our call.

Hello?

Yes, Paul.

Are you sure it's the same Karen Lewis?

All right,

Paul.

We'll meet you down at the lab in about
20 minutes.

Karen, how long has Silas Vance been
personally interested in you?

I don't know what you mean.

Baldrake just talked to Mr. Vance's
attorney.

Let me quote from Mr. Vance's will.

To Karen Lewis, whom I've watched over
for many years and who is at present

employed in my laboratory, I bequeath
all my worldly possessions.

Included in those possessions, Karen, is
Caress Cosmetic Products Incorporated.

All right, go over to him just as you
did last night.

I think I said his name, Mr. Knudsen.

Is that exactly where you knelt?

You weren't cut from the broken glass
from the clock?

No.

That skirt, is that the same one you
wore last night?

Yes.

All right, Pete, here's your coat.

Let's see.

Exactly what did you do next?

I called for Mr. Vance, and then I went
across to the lab office.

I didn't see him at first.

Then I saw his arm and his body.

He was down there, half under the desk.

What did you do?

Then I backed away to the telephone.

I dialed O and told the operator to send
the police.

And then... Then I ran away.

Did you give the telephone operator your
name?

No.

How about the night watchman?

Was he conscious by that time?

He was still lying there just as he'd
been before.

All right, now, Karen.

I want you to try to visualize this room
exactly as it was last night. Let's

start with the desk.

What was on it?

There were some cosmetic samples.

Some of the new designs.

One or two lab reports.

What about your bank deposit book and
the formulas?

I don't remember seeing them.

I can hardly remember seeing anything
except Mr.

Vance.

Wait a minute.

I remember something.

When Tragg was examining the body, there
was something clutched in Vance's hand.

Something that smeared it all purple.

Lavender.

It must be one of the lipsticks we've
been working on.

A lavender lipstick.

Why would he have it in his hand?

Excuse me, Paul. Sure.

See, his arm was right here.

Karen. Karen, may I see your compact?

Of course.

Help me clear out this desk, will you?

Shot by K .A.

That's all it said. Well, I'd say that's
quite enough.

That's very clever of you, Perry.

I never thought of looking under a
drawer.

Shot by K .A.

K .A.

That's the start of the name.

K -A... Karen.

Karen Lewis.

You Karen Lewis?

Yes. I must ask you to come down to
headquarters with me.

Do you have a warrant for her arrest,
Lieutenant?

For the moment, she's merely a material
witness.

This way, please, Miss Lewis.

It's all right, Karen.

But, um, with that drawer added to our
evidence, Counselor, I intend to ask for

a warrant.

Charging her with first degree murder.

Weeknights at 11 on Fox 5.

I'm going into court accused of murder.

And you still haven't found out
everything you think you ought to know

Have you?

Karen, I'd hate to have the prosecution
pull any surprises.

I just have the feeling that you've been
hiding something.

Does it concern Pete Nichols?

No.

It's something I've never been able to
tell anyone.

My father died in prison.

You certainly don't believe the sins of
the father are visited upon the child.

My mother must have.

She never told me about him.

Go on.

He died when I was a baby.

I didn't find out about him until I was
17.

I found some newspaper clippings.

Among other things.

That was when your mother passed away.

What did the clippings say?

Kenneth Lewis.

President of a small New York cosmetic
firm.

Sentenced to prison.

What for, Karen?

He put out a cheap facial cream.

Which was actually poisonous.

Was there anyone convicted with him?

Clippings didn't mention anyone.

Why? I was thinking of Mr. Vance.

Been in the same business.

Watching over you for years.

Always knowing exactly where you were.

Where to find you.

Do you think Mr. Vance knew my father?

I certainly think there's some
connection.

Karen, in a very few minutes, we'll be
in court. A lot of this will probably

have to be brought out.

I know that.

I can't leave now. Court's about to
convene, and you know I've been

to testify.

I know it, Paul.

But I need everything you can dig up on
this fellow.

A New York cosmetic manufacturer named
Kenneth Lewis.

He's in New York now?

Oh, no.

No, he's been dead for some 23 years.
Please rise.

The Superior Court of the State of
California, in and for the County of Los

Angeles, Department 12, is now in
session.

The Honorable John Davis, judge,
presiding.

And? In a corner of her desk, hidden
under some facial tissues, I found,

well, what I really hadn't wanted to
find.

And, uh, what was this, Mr. Pompey?

Carbons of two of our secret formulas,
which she had no business having, and a

bank deposit book showing two recent
deposits.

I don't remember the exact sums, but
they were substantial.

And following this discovery?

I sent Knudsen to the lab where she was
working with Peter Nichols to ask her to

come to my office.

Then I showed her what I'd found.

And what was her reaction?

Naturally, she denied having taken the
formulas.

Said it was all a mistake.

And how did Mr.

Vance react when you told him what Mr.
Pompey had found in the defendant's

He didn't believe it at first.

Not until I showed him the formula
carbons and the deposit book in Max

office. What did he say then?

Well, he said he was going to confront
Karen, Miss Lewis, with the things as

soon as he could find her.

And if she didn't give a satisfactory
explanation, he was going to have her

arrested.

I see.

Did Mr. Vance take the carbons and
deposit book from Mr.

Pompey's office?

Yes, he took them with him when he went
into the laboratory.

Oh, yes. We searched the laboratory
office thoroughly.

And found the carbons and the deposit
book?

Oh, no. No, sir.

Someone had taken them, then?

Objection, Your Honor.

That question calls for an unwarranted
conclusion on the part of the witness.

Defense will concede that the decedent
may have had the objects in question

earlier that day, but it has not been
shown that the decedent had those

that night.

I'll be happy to withdraw the question,
Mr. Mason, since it seems to disturb you

so much.

Now, Lieutenant Tragg, was there
anything unusual at all about the desk

laboratory office?

Yes, sir, but I didn't discover it.

Who did?

Perry Mason.

I now show you this drawer, Lieutenant.

Can you identify it?

Yes, sir, it's a drawer of the desk
under which the body was found.

Mr. Mason called my attention to it.

Now, will you describe to the court the
relation of the drawer to the desk and

to Mr. Vance's body?

Yes, the drawer was pulled out a few
inches from the desk, and the decedent's

right hand was under the pulled -out
portion.

And Mr. Mason called your attention to
that?

No, no, no.

He called my attention to what was
written on the bottom.

The writing is a little shaky, but still
legible.

Uh, shot by K .A.

And what did you do in regard to this
writing?

Well, I checked the two letters against
the names of all the decedent's

employees.

Did you find any whose name began with K
.A.? Yes, one.

The defendant, Karen Lewis.

Mr. Nichols, do you or do you not
recognize this piece of lipstick taken

the deceased's hand?

Yes, it was one of the lavender
lipsticks I was working on.

Who was helping you on that research?

Karen.

Karen Lewis.

So it is possible that the deceased
could have obtained...

This piece of lipstick from Miss Lewis.

We had several pieces. I could have left
it on the lab table. He could have

picked it up. I don't want your guess,
Mr. Nichols.

Now, you also worked on a certain
estrogenic cream, the formula for which

stolen and given to a competitive
company. Is that correct?

Yes.

And who was your assistant on that
project, Mr. Nichols?

And before that, who was working on the
dusting powder, which was also taken?

Karen Lewis.

No, sir, I don't know who hit me.
Everything just went black.

Did you see the defendant at any time
before or after you were struck that

night? Oh, no, sir.

When, approximately, were you knocked
unconscious?

11 .22.

I know because my clock broke when I
fell.

Glass and blood were all mixed up.

Is this clock -tagged exhibit C the one
to which you're referring?

Yes, sir.

And the hands are exactly as you found
them when you regained consciousness?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Mr. Knudsen, how long have you worked
for Caress Cosmetics?

Well, almost 11 years now.

A great deal longer than the defendant.

Oh, my, yes.

Mr. Knudsen, in the course of your work
as a night watchman, have you ever done

any cleaning?

Well, I don't mean janitor work. I mean,
perhaps, well, straightening up the

offices. Oh, no. No, I just check to see
if things are locked up where they

should be. That's all.

Well, Mr. Knudsen, have you ever found
Miss Lewis's desk or her place of work

be remiss in any way?

Well, now, she's a good little
housekeeper.

She keeps her table and her cabinet
locked proper, if that's what you mean.

Then doesn't it strike you as peculiar,
Mr. Knudsen, that on one certain night

she'd suddenly be careless?

She'd suddenly leave her desk open with
such incriminating things as a bank book

and cosmetic formulas inside that desk?

Your Honor, I object.

She's leading the witness and calling
for conclusions.

I'll withdraw the question, Your Honor.

That'll be all.

I now call Paul Drake to the stand.

If the witness is excused, you may step
down, Mr. Knudsen.

Gentlemen, since it's almost 12 o
'clock, I would prefer to recess for

Court adjourned until 1 .30.

Have a nice lunch, Mr. Hellman.

This is a missing child alert.

More coffee?

No, thank you.

Hi,

beautiful.

From your actions, I take it you realize
you're a fugitive from justice.

Yeah, well, don't make jokes.

But I figure you will get me off in
return for what I've dug up for you.

Dug up something about Kenneth Lewis?

Uh -huh.

Silas Vance was once known as Frank
Jefferson. That was in 1937, the year

Jefferson disappeared.

Why'd he change his name?

Because he was a full business partner
to a criminal. Who? Kenneth Lewis.

And there's more.

Other names, full details on the trial
and conviction of Kenneth Lewis,

everything.

How'd you find all this out so soon?

Well, I called the detective outfit I
use in New York, and they were just

putting this information together. It
seems that three months ago, they were

hired to do a complete check on Silas
Vance and Kenneth Lewis.

They must have been hired by Gabriel
Rawson.

Well, they were, but how'd you know?

Oh, things are beginning to go together,
Paul.

All we have to do now is get hold of
Rawson. You can't.

Can't? I called and he's on his way to
the airport. It seems he suddenly has

some very important business in New
York.

Della. Yes, Perry.

Get the airport on the phone for me,
would you please?

You made me miss my plane for nothing,
so help me, I'll have your scalp. Now,

what's this matter of... I think you'll
find out at 2 o 'clock this afternoon,

Mr. Rawson.

That's when the subpoena calls for you
to appear in court. And you'd better

hurry. You've just got a few minutes.

Mr. Vance kept me with him all those
years because... because I knew the

business.

Let me show you this report on...

The trial of one Kenneth Lewis in 1936
for his cosmetic firm's violation of the

Pure Food and Drug Act.

I note here that one of the main
witnesses against him was an

the New York State Department of Health
named Max Pompey.

Did Mr. Vance keep you with him all
those years because you knew the

because you were blackmailing him?

Blackmail's pretty strong, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Pompey.

Isn't it true that Mr. Vance's name was
originally Frank Jefferson?

Yes.

But isn't it also true that Frank
Jefferson was a business partner of

Lewis?

I can explain all that.

I wish you would.

Well, their firm got into trouble over a
cheap facial cream that turned out to

be poisonous.

Now, Jefferson developed the formula on
Lewis's order, so they were both

responsible.

But when I put the finger on him,
they...

Made a sort of deal with each other and
with me.

Just one of the partners was to shoulder
the blame. Was that the deal?

They tossed a coin and Jefferson, that
is, Vance, won.

They stuck to it as agreed.

And as agreed, you had a job for life
with Mr. Vance.

Just a job, that's all. Nothing fancy.

You see, half of everything Jefferson
had was to go to Lewis after he came

Only then Lewis died in prison.

Jefferson blamed himself.

He could hardly talk to anybody.

That's when he changed his name to Silas
Vance.

So you were going to use all this
information to force Mr. Vance to sell

company to Gabriel Rawson?

Yes.

Why did you want to ally yourself with
Mr. Rawson when you had a lifetime job

with Mr. Vance?

I had to. I got mixed up with a...

A woman, and ended up with a pile of
bills.

Rawson paid them off for me.

Mr. Pompey, this woman you just referred
to, who was she?

Myra Heston.

Yes, I've known Mr. Rawson for many
years.

Was it his idea that you become more
closely acquainted with Mr. Pompey? That

perhaps you were to help increase his
expenses?

I suppose you might put it that way.

Was it Mr. Rawson's idea that you borrow
Karen Lewis's bank book and make two

deposits in her name? One for $1 ,500
and one for $2 ,500?

I didn't deposit anything to her
account.

The signatures endorsing Mr. Rawson's
checks were forgeries.

But expert handwriting analysis will
prove that... All right, I made the

deposits.

Is there any law against giving people
money?

It depends.

Now, Miss Heston, did you put that bank
book and those cosmetic formulas in Miss

Lewis's desk?

Yes. Was that also Mr. Rawson's idea?

Yes, it was his idea. Where did you get
the formulas?

Mr. Rawson gave them to me. Mr. Rawson
gave them to you. Where'd he get them?

I don't know.

Mr. Rawson, did you give those formulas
to Miss Heston? Yes.

Did you also give her the money to
deposit to Miss Lewis's account?

Yes. You know, you're quite an operator,
Mr. Rawson, honeycombing your

competitor's company with spies.

But why would you want to discredit
Karen Lewis?

Wasn't it that you had discovered Mr.
Vance's past?

That he regarded Karen as his
responsibility, his heir?

You reasoned that in order to gain
possession of Caress Cosmetics, you had

discredit Karen Lewis and Mr. Vance's
eyes. Is that not correct?

Yes. But you didn't stop at that.

You killed Silas Vance.

Then you took that bank book and the
formulas in an effort to incriminate

Lewis.

But I didn't kill Vance.

What about those formulas?

I didn't take them.

If you didn't take them, who did?

I don't know.

Your Honor...

I would like to recall Lieutenant Tragg
to the stand.

Mr. Helming?

The state has been looking forward to
putting Paul Drake on the stand, Your

Honor, but since I agreed in chambers to
cooperate with Mr. Mason, I have no

objections, provided that the
lieutenant's recall will enable us to

truth in this matter.

The witness may step down.

Lieutenant Tragg?

Lieutenant, you testified that you were
present while laboratory tests were made

of this wool skirt worn by the defendant
on the night of the murder.

Yes, I did.

You further testified that on the skirt
were found blood smears of the same

blood grouping as that of the night
watchman.

Yes. What else did you find on the
skirt?

Nothing.

As an expert, didn't that strike you as
rather odd? Yes, sir.

Would you tell the court why?

Well, I expected to find bits of glass,
since there were pieces from the

watchman's clock all over the blood
-stained floor.

Which would indicate that the murderer
set and broke the clock after Miss Lewis

knelt beside the night watchman. In
fact, after Miss Lewis had fled from the

laboratory.

Yes, it could indicate that.

But if it does, Mr. Mason, who is the
guilty party?

I think we can show that, Your Honor.

Lieutenant, you, of course, have seen
the writing on the bottom of this desk

drawer.

With the court's permission, I would
like to copy that writing.

Shot by...

What

is the next letter, Lieutenant?

With a capital K.

K.

Now, suppose Silas Vance had started to
write.

And then as his strength failed, he did
this.

Couldn't that second letter have been
one of two letters, Lieutenant?

Couldn't that second letter have been...

An N instead of an A?

Shot by K .N.

Shot by Knudsen.

Charles Knudsen, the night watchman.

I didn't want to give things to Mr.
Rawson.

And I needed the money so bad for my
family.

And then I couldn't stop.

Because he said he'd tell.

And I couldn't have that.

And then Mr. Vance found out.

I was stealing his formulas.

He said he was going to send me to jail.

And I couldn't have that either.

I couldn't.

I didn't want to kill him.

Started to phone the police.

And I just grabbed him.

And he started yelling.

And I couldn't help it.

I couldn't have any of it.

I just couldn't.

Join Dave Edna. And the intelligent
choice is Luskin's, the cheapest guy in

town.

We'll wait here for Paul, Karen.

I have all your things.

Your money's in your purse. And here's
your clock.

Clock?

Seems to me a clock has been pretty
important in your life.

I don't understand about the clock.

Why didn't Mr. Knudsen break it before I
got there?

Hi, Paul.

He didn't break the clock then because
he didn't know exactly when you would

there. He wanted to be sure he had the
time right.

That is so that you couldn't possibly
have an alibi.

Because that night, when he overheard
Vance call you and ask you to hurry over

to help put the finger on the guilty
party, well, then he knew we'd had it.

By the way, Paul, what did he do with
the bank book and the formula? He burned

them. He just told Tragg about them. And
he threw the gun in the canyon back of

Malibu. The police are there now.

You've explained everything except how
you got Mr. Rawson to meet Paul at that

steam room.

You mean instead of taking the plane to
New York.

I just called him at the airport.

It was so noisy there, he could hardly
hear.

You should have heard him trying to
sound like Max Pompey.

I told Rawson I had to see him at once,
and he said, same place as last time.

And I said, last time? And he said, the
Allerton steam room, you dummy.

Words he'll regret the rest of his life.

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