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Thank you.

Lester, this is Sam Crane. Did I wake you?

Mm -hmm.

Well, I'm glad I did. You promised to be at the office at 10 o 'clock.

For crying out loud, Sam, it's only 9.

Lester, please, just be here for your sake as well as mine.

Sam, I'm only 15 minutes from the office.

At 10 sharp, I'll walk in that door fully dressed and throw mud right in my

stepfather's eye.

Okay.

Okay.

Out of bed sleepyhead. Who are you? What do you want?

You gonna steal my car?

You're insured? What are you worried about? Come on, let's have breakfast.

Inside.

The psychic reader, Mrs. Stevens, is here to help you.

Lester?

Hello? Marge?

This is Sam Crane. Where in blazes is that boyfriend of yours?

I just walked in, Sam. I don't think he's here.

Is his car still there?

No, his car's gone.

Is something wrong, Sam?

I was due at a meeting here a few minutes ago, that's all. No need to

he's on his way.

Goodbye, Marge.

Lester must be almost here.

It's nearly 10 .30. He could have walked here by now.

Judson, I don't think the Martin Bolt Company is going to flounder if we wait

just a few more minutes.

I've been waiting a few years for that stepson of mine to decide whether he's a

leech or a human being.

You seem pretty certain he's not going to show up.

Sam, your contract as president is subject to annual approval by the

stockholders. That's us.

I've got my wife's proxy in my pocket, and Lois is voting with me.

Lester and I own the majority of stock.

He's on my side.

Yes, but any time Lester doesn't show up, you're finished.

Now, let's face it, Sam.

Sooner or later, he's going to read one of your antiquated sales reports.

We're still making a profit, aren't we?

Oh, I know an Indian who makes a profit building canoes out of tree trunks.

Now, if I were running this company the way it ought to be run... Stop it.

Both of you, stop it.

Sam, think of all the things you could do if you retired, the places you could

go.

And I was the one that suggested a woman had our public relations department.

Sam, when you and Mr. Martin gave me the few little shares that I own, it was

because you valued my work, my opinion.

Now I'm saying that it's time for you to step aside and let somebody else take

over. I don't care if it's Mr. Bailey here, the man on the moon.

Judson, you've got to give me a little more time. Why should I?

Because there's such a thing as ethics.

You may be legally entitled to call a vote this very minute, but if you do,

have corporation lawyers on your neck forever.

What do you want me to do, Sam?

I want you to postpone the meeting until I locate Lester. He may have had an

accident.

All right.

I'll postpone until 8 o 'clock this evening.

If you give me your absolute assurance, you won't try any more delaying tactics.

You have my word.

You play rough.

That didn't hurt, did it?

Chad, do you really think Lester will show up?

Oh, let's not worry about Lester.

And last chance, Sonny. Still want to argue?

Thank you.

Hello?

Oh, Sam, I'm busy in the darkroom right now. Can I... What?

He called from where?

From the other side of town.

Somebody filled him full of liquor, drove him 20 miles into the country and

tried to kill him.

Sam, Lester's all right, isn't he?

Yes, Lester's all right.

But that's why Bailey was so sure he wouldn't show up at that meeting this

morning. Bailey must be behind this. Now, Marge, Lester wants you to do him a

favor, will you?

Oh, yes, of course.

Oh, all right.

I told Lester I overheard Bailey making a date with someone to meet him at

Corelli's bar.

Now, if that someone should happen to be the man who took Lester for a ride and

you can get a picture of them together, we'll nail Judson Bailey once and for

all.

Lester wants you to take one of your small cameras to Corelli's bar. And if

should see Bailey talking to a man with a... with a dark suit and a light tie...

I guess that's the last scotch I'll taste in some time.

Well, they have scotch in Mexico City, haven't they?

You ever been to Mexico City, Mr. Bailey?

A few times.

You enjoy the bullfights. No, thanks. I tried it once down Tijuana.

I don't think they should make a sport out of killing, do you?

I really haven't given it much thought.

No, sir.

Killing's a serious business.

I'll wind up here, so I guess I'd better be going.

It's been a pleasure, Mr. Bailey. A real pleasure.

Hi. Hi.

Who was your friend?

Oh, him? Oh, just a guy.

I'd better call Emma and tell her I won't be home to dinner.

What are you looking at?

That girl. I thought she looked familiar.

Lester's girlfriend. What's her name? Oh, Marge Fuller.

She just slipped a camera into her purse.

Well, she's a professional photographer.

And are you a professional model?

Did she take my picture?

I don't think she was doing a character study of the bartender.

Justin, it's just not fair, that's all. I was planning on us going to the

theater tonight.

Well, I know you said there was going to be an 8 o 'clock meeting, but that

can't last more than a minute or two.

If you don't think Lester's going to be there anyway.

Judson, I'm not arguing.

I'm just... All right, Judson.

Yes.

Goodbye.

Hello, Mother.

Lester, what's happened?

Where on earth have you been?

It's not where I've been that's important. It's where I'm going. And

going with me.

What are you talking about?

Mother, there's going to be a meeting at the office tonight at 8 o 'clock. I

want you to be there.

But I don't know anything about business, and Judson has my power of

I want you to take that power of attorney away from him.

Do what?

Whether you've got to do as I say, or sooner or later, this man will destroy

the way he tried to destroy me.

Destroy?

Why, darling, Judson's your own stepfather.

He just tried to have me killed.

I don't believe you.

When I woke up this morning, I found a man pointing a gun in my face. Oh,

Lester, no.

He drove me to a place in the sticks.

We fought.

And when I grabbed his gun, he ran.

Mother, look at me.

Look at me.

It was my stepfather, your husband, who hired that man. Don't you understand?

No, no, that's not true.

Why would Judson have anything to do... Why do you think he married you in the

first place?

Judson Bailey wants our company.

He'll do anything in the world to get it.

Judson's a fine man.

He loves me.

I know you don't like him, but it's only natural when you loved your father so.

Mother, I'm going to have proof of what I say.

I'm sorry if it hurts you, but please believe me.

Please do as I ask.

It's not true.

Not one single word.

I'll show you that proof tonight.

I'll show you a picture of the man who did this.

I'll show it to everyone.

Mother.

The picture's gone, Lester.

How did it happen?

I was just finishing the print when I got a call from Sam Crane's secretary.

She said he wanted to see me right away.

But it wasn't his secretary.

She hadn't even called me at all.

And the picture Miss Fuller took of this man and Bailey was stolen?

That's right.

Negative and print.

She only made one.

Did you notify the police?

No, I came directly to you.

Let's get back to the man who kidnapped you.

What makes you think Bailey hired him?

Well, who else would want to see me dead?

You see, Judd conned my mother into giving him half the stock my father left

in his will.

He even tried to push Sam Crane out and take his job.

He's tried every way he could think of to cheat me out of my share, and now

this.

If your suspicions are correct, Lester, your stepfather could be charged with

attempted murder.

You mean we ought to go to the police?

If your suspicions are correct.

Right now, they're only suspicions, and since it's a family matter... I only had

that picture.

We'll see what my investigator comes up with.

And I'll have him check the registration on this gun.

Well, what do I do in the meantime?

Well, you've no choice but to go to that meeting tonight.

If you want to protect Mr.

Crane's position in the company.

I'd feel a whole lot better if you were there with me.

All right.

I'll meet you there.

Emma. Hello, Sam.

Lois.

Hello, Mrs. Bailey. It's nice to see you.

Where's Judson?

He'll be here any minute.

Please sit down, Emma.

Thank you, Sam.

Yes, what can we do for you?

My name is Mason.

I came here at the request of Mr. Lester Martin.

He's not here yet.

I'm Sam Crane, and this is...

Well, Lieutenant Tragg.

Mason.

Lieutenant?

Police Department.

I take it you're Mrs. Bailey.

I was told at your house you could be reached here.

Yes, that's right.

There's going to be a meeting here.

Mrs. Bailey, I have been on the force for 30 years.

And I've never found an easy way of saying this.

Your husband has been murdered.

Morning, Perry.

Morning, Paul.

Pour him some coffee, will you, darling? Oh, thanks.

Well, I see the Bloodhounds are out looking for your client, if you still

to call him that.

I can't say I blame him, since the murder was committed at Lester's place.

Well, that's where he was heading when he left here last evening, wasn't it? Mm

-hmm.

Yeah, he was going to change clothes for that meeting.

Yeah. Thanks.

Blunt instruments, signs of a struggle that raged through the house.

Well, he's done about the worst thing a man can do under the circumstances.

But until I find out why he disappeared... I know. He gets the

doubt.

What have you found so far, Paul?

Well, I'm afraid it's not going to make you very happy.

On the gun he claimed he took from the hired killer, there were no fingerprints

except his own.

And as for registration, it was part of a lot that was stolen several years ago.

Mm -hmm.

And whoever ransacked Marge Fuller's studio apartment and took that

was real lucky. Didn't leave a trace to go on.

Doesn't Miss Fuller have any idea where Lester is now?

Nope. And I think she's telling the truth.

All right, then. We'll just have to backtrack from the time of the murder.

How far back?

I want to know what Bailey was doing at Lester's house.

Everything he did last night.

Della, I'm going to see Mrs. Bailey.

Last night she was too upset to make any sense.

Right there.

Paul, get me a list of everything that was found on the body.

And I'd like to know what the police found at the house.

All right, Perry. And Della, get a hold of Marge Fuller. I'll meet you both at

Corelli's bar in an hour.

Corelli's bar? Ask Miss Fuller to bring her camera along.

Make sure it's loaded.

Fabulous.

You're going to help my son, aren't you, Mr. Mason?

You're going to help Lester?

Not unless I can find him, Mrs. Bailey.

I thought I might be trying to locate the man he met yesterday.

I don't know who you mean.

Oh, yes, you do.

Though, apparently, you haven't told any of it to the police yet.

Why not?

Told, uh... Told what, Mr. Mason? Now, look here.

Your son came to my office not long after he left you yesterday afternoon.

He told me all about the man who tried to kill him.

No, Mr. Mason, I'm... It's been a nightmare. I'll never wake up

from it.

I've done nothing but harm to Lester. But if only I'd listened.

Didn't you believe his story about the killer?

What else could I think?

To say such awful things about anyone.

Did you tell your husband about it?

When? When did you talk to your husband?

After Lester left, I telephoned Judson in a place called Corelli's Bar.

He was busy with a client there yesterday.

But not too busy to listen to the story of his hiring someone to kill Lester.

Or someone at least who was supposed to get Lester out of the way.

I couldn't help it.

I thought Lester was out of his mind.

He'd said some things that...

Hurt me.

Oh, Mr. Mason, I wish I could take it all back.

If I'd only kept quiet, Judson might never have been killed.

What was your husband's reaction to all this?

He asked me to repeat it.

To repeat every word.

He was so deadly quiet that I began to be scared.

And then he hung up.

I tried to call him back.

And I couldn't reach him.

Next thing I heard, two hours later, he was dead.

Somehow, I know it's all my fault.

It was just a little after five when I got here.

Mr. Bailey was already over there at the bar talking to the man.

How did you recognize the man?

I was given a description by Mr. Crane.

He got it on the phone from Lester.

I'm sure it was the right man, all right.

Did Mr.

Bailey see you take the picture?

No.

Do you think anyone else saw you?

I guess that's possible.

Miss Rogers might have.

Miss Lois Rogers?

Yes, I saw her at the bar on my way out.

Was she with anyone?

Yes, she was with Mr. Bailey, of course.

Why, of course?

Lester says they met here almost every day.

Lois and Bailey.

Miss Fuller, Bailey was about my size, wasn't he?

Yes.

Do you have any pictures of him? Just something from a magazine, perhaps a

view?

Well, I did some photo work for their publicity department once.

Yes, I think I could come up with something.

Good.

Now pick out someone who looks like the man Bailey was talking to.

Oh, let's see.

He was a little smaller than that one.

Oh, there.

The one in the dark suit, maybe. At least if he'd keep his back turned,

the way he was sitting.

Is this the same table you were at yesterday?

Yes.

You get the idea, don't you?

Snap it as fast as you can.

Hot enough for you?

It's hot enough.

It ain't quiet enough.

Rogers?

Oh, Mr. Mason.

May I come in for a moment? I'd like to talk to you.

Of course.

And I've already told the police all I know.

You're wasting your time unless you enjoy seeing a woman cry.

I'm sorry.

Last night I didn't realize that Mr.

Bailey's death had been such a great personal loss.

It was a loss to everyone in the company. He was a fine man.

But I suppose some lawyer with a bag of tricks will get his murderer off with a

slap on the wrist.

So far, Miss Rogers, I represent only Lester.

Do you have some information that would suggest that he's the murderer?

Oh, of course not.

Don't mind me. I'm just upset, that's all.

Here.

Thank you.

I really came here to ask you about a man in a picture.

A what?

A man in a picture.

This was taken inside on high -speed film at a place called Corelli's Bar.

Where did you get that? Just a minute. It's the only print we have.

You recognize him?

Well, that's Judson Bailey there, isn't it? It just surprised me seeing him,

that's all.

Actually, this is the man I'm interested in.

Do you know him?

Well, how could I? In this view, his face isn't even turned.

In this view?

And... There's another picture somewhere?

What difference does it make?

I had no idea I'd overlooked a picture.

Yes, I stole the other one.

Why?

I don't know why. Judson asked me to and I did.

Then you did see Marge Fuller's snap, Mr. Bailey's picture.

Yes.

But he didn't seem so upset about it then.

It wasn't until his wife phoned a few minutes later.

When he came back from the phone booth, he was livid.

Did he tell you why?

Did he tell you what she'd said?

Well, he talked about the picture.

He said he wanted me to get it for him. He didn't care how.

So you impersonated Mr. Crane's secretary to get Marge away from her

Yes.

Then about 6 .30 I met Judd back at the bar.

I gave him the picture and he left.

Did he say where he was going?

He said he was going to look for his stepson, for Lester.

But I don't know why he was so upset.

Mr. Mason, who is that other man?

I have no idea who he is.

But that's not Mr. Bailey.

That's me.

Hello, Perry.

Now, here's the list.

A wallet with $43 in it, car keys, identification, and credit cards.

No, the only picture was on Bailey's driver's license.

I'm positive. There was no such picture on the body.

They don't live in the rainforest.

Then Bailey accused you of trying to frame him.

That's right.

He pretended he didn't know the guy in the picture.

He even claimed he wasn't trying to get his hands on our company.

When you argued about it, he hit you.

I tried to hit him back, but he caught me off balance. That was it.

How long were you unconscious?

I don't know. Could have been five minutes or half an hour.

When I came to, I went looking for it. With a metal vase in your hand.

But I never used it.

That's when I saw him lying there dead in the kitchen.

Please, you've got to believe me.

It would have been a lot easier if you volunteered this information 24 hours

ago.

Hiding out was Mother's idea. Until she could get Sam Crane's advice.

Go straight to your mother and deny the murder?

No. Of course not. Not till this morning.

I guess I was just too...

Scared to turn myself in.

And I had the crazy hope I could still find that guy someplace.

Mr. Mason, nobody will believe a thing I say unless I do find him.

The picture Bailey had of himself and that man.

Did you take it out of Bailey's pocket after you found his body in the kitchen?

But that's all I took. I didn't touch anything else.

When the police took it from you, did they say anything? They didn't see it.

I hid it in Sam Crane's place at the beach.

Why didn't you say so?

I'll have to turn it in, of course.

But at least it'll give Paul Drake a head start.

If he has a good photo to go on, what... You mean you'll keep looking for the

guy?

You do believe me?

You'll defend me in spite of all the dumb things I... Tom is right, Lester.

We all do dumb things.

That doesn't mean we're all murderers.

Lieutenant, what fingerprints did you find on the vase?

Only the defendant's. Of course, that's natural since it was in his house or his

family's, but...

Will you explain the prints a little more fully?

Well, even in your own house, you don't generally pick up a vase like this.

Would you show the court exactly where the prints were?

The thumb here and two or three impressions smeared where he shifted his

Would you say the prints indicated the firmness with which he gripped the vase?

Absolutely. He'd gripped it with all his strength.

Your witness.

Lieutenant Tragg.

Did you find any traces of the victim's hair or blood on that vase?

No, sir.

Thank you, Lieutenant. That'll be all.

One question, Your Honor, and redirect.

In all your police experience, Lieutenant, in cases where a murder

slick and hard as this heavy metal vase, have you ever known hair and blood to

remain to adhere to such a polished surface?

Very seldom.

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Crane, do you recall any previous times when the defendant

with his stepfather?

There may have been little arguments, I suppose. As an unfriendly witness, will

you please answer just yes or no?

Do you recall, for instance, having lunch with the defendant just nine days

before the murder?

I may have. I don't exactly... Mr. Crane, we're prepared to subpoena a

and two busboys who do recall that day very well.

Now, isn't it true that at said lunch, the defendant threatened his stepfather,

Mr. Bailey, in a voice which could be heard all over the restaurant?

I don't remember his raising his voice. Yes or no, Mr. Crane?

Did Lester Martin say he'd get Mr. Bailey thrown out of your boat company

if he had to frame him to do it? Lester had had a drink. Get him thrown out of

your boat company even if he had to frame him to do it?

Yes.

Yes, Lester said that.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Mr. Crane.

You are fond of the defendant, are you not?

Of course.

I've known him since he was a boy.

You're also fond of the position you hold in the company?

Well, of course.

Did Judson Bailey threaten that position?

Yes, I suppose he did.

Tell us, Mr. Crane, how do you feel about Mrs. Bailey, the defendant's

Objection, Your Honor. The witness's private affairs are immaterial and

irrelevant. Mr.

Mason, I'll have to sustain that objection unless you can show some

purpose here.

I hope to show prejudice on the part of this witness, Your Honor.

Very well.

Overruled. Proceed.

Now, Mr. Crane, after her first husband died, did you ask Mrs. Bailey to marry

you?

Yes, many times.

And she turned you down?

Yes, she preferred to marry a conniving, thieving...

Well, you're quite right, Mr. Mason.

If anyone had a reason to kill the man, it was I.

Then you told your husband this fantastic story that the defendant told

professional gunman being hired by Bailey to kill him?

Yes or no?

Yes. And your husband's anger was so great that he hung up, and when you

to call him back, you were unable to reach him. Yes or no?

Yes.

And the next you knew of Judson Bailey, he'd been murdered.

Yes.

They fought many times, your husband and your son. Their apparent hatred was

mutual.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I realized that stealing the picture was wrong, but I had to get it from Mr.

Bailey.

What were his words when you handed it to him?

Well, he was bewildered and angry. He said that Lester was trying to frame

What did Mr.

Bailey do then?

Well, he left me.

He said he was going to look for Lester.

Do you recall the last words he spoke to you?

Yes, I do.

He said, Lois, I'm going to take this phony photograph and shove it down that

little conniver's throat.

Thank you, Miss Rogers. That's all for now.

Miss Rogers.

How long does it take to drive from your apartment to Lester's house up in the

canyon?

I don't know.

You have been there, haven't you?

A few times.

Those few times, were you a guest of Mr. and Mrs. Bailey's?

I don't know what you mean.

Well, those times that you did go there, were you a guest of Mr. Bailey, Mrs.

Bailey, or both?

Mr. Bailey.

Then you and he were more than just business associates.

We were good friends.

Did Mrs. Bailey suspect how good? We object, Your Honor. This witness cannot

possibly know what was in Mrs. Bailey's mind.

Then I withdraw the question, Your Honor, and ask in its place, did Mrs.

ever say anything to you which would indicate that she suspected you and her

husband? Object, Your Honor. This question now calls for hearsay evidence

not proper cross -examination.

I'm trying to show the bias of the witness, Your Honor. If the court

he's trying to show the bias of the dead man's widow of Mrs. Bailey.

The question is preliminary, Your Honor.

If the witness admits that she and Mrs. Bailey conversed, then I propose to show

the entire conversation.

Of course we talked.

From the time she accused me until I admitted that... The witness will

from volunteering statements.

However, in view of these circumstances, I'll overrule the original objection.

Let's proceed, Mr. Mason.

Your Honor.

Miss Rogers, were you and Mr. Bailey lovers?

Yes, we were.

She knew about it, too, even though she tried to pretend that it wasn't so.

She thought she could get him back like that by pretending, by always

pretending.

Miss Rogers, had Judson Bailey ever suggested that you and he be married?

Yes, he had.

And I'd answered yes.

And she knew about that, too.

Well, my cottage is just across from the Martin place.

I went out to the kitchen for a drink of water, and I could hear them just as

clear as if I was in the room with them. They were yelling at the top of their

lungs. And what time was this again, Mrs. Stone?

It was around 7 .30 in the evening.

And you're positive you recognize the voices?

Absolutely. It was Lester Martin and Mr.

Judson Bailey.

I've heard them both over there fighting for years.

Simply years.

Now, how long did you listen from your kitchen window?

Oh, just a few minutes.

And I went into the living room to watch television.

Do you mean you then just walked back into your living room? You just stopped

eavesdropping on a fight like that?

Well, it isn't as if I'd heard screaming or gunshots.

Anyway, it did begin to bother me.

After a few minutes, I got to thinking.

So then I went back out and had another look.

What did you see when you looked out of your kitchen window?

I saw Lester Martin run out the back door, get in his car, and drive away.

Thank you.

Your witness, Counselor.

Well, gentlemen, since it's approaching the noon hour, and if you've no

objection, Mr. Mason... I've no objection, Your Honor.

Court will recess until 1 .30 this afternoon.

What's the cast for, Perry?

Oh, no service injury.

Doctor feels it should be immobilized for a few weeks, that's all.

Well, I thought maybe you were feeling your bruises from the D .A.

Well, I hope it's nothing serious, Perry.

Things may be more serious than he knows.

Hope you got a lead on that man in the picture. We can certainly use him. Why?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Except they've shown about everything that's necessary to bind Lester over for

trial.

Well, in theory, it should be easy. Guy with a mustache, a scar, and of course

by now the police are looking for him too. But Perry, this guy will never show

up. If he can even read, he's halfway to China by this time.

How can he be of any help to you anyway?

No matter what that man was hired to do, it will only confirm more trouble

between Lester and Bailey.

I wouldn't be too sure about that, Della.

Paul.

I think I know where to find a man like that in a hurry. A man just like that.

Yeah? Where?

A place called Central Casting. Come on.

Are you

ready for your cross -examination, Mr. Mason?

Yes, Your Honor.

Mrs. Stone.

In your position as an outstanding citizen of this community, I know you'll

to give an absolutely honest and a very complete picture of what happened that

evening. Yes, sir.

Now, after you'd heard the fight and returned to your living room, how long

would you say that you'd watch television?

Would you say ten minutes?

Well, six or seven, maybe.

During that time, did you see anyone else enter Lester's house?

How could I? I was watching TV.

That's a good point, Mrs. Stone.

So it's quite possible, then, that someone else could have come and gone

your knowing about it.

Well, yes, if you put it that way. But then I'm a pretty observant person.

Not snoopy, you understand, but I do catch most of the comings and goings

me. You do?

Now, would you tell us, for instance...

Whether there were any comings or goings on the morning preceding the murder?

Well, let's see.

There was one man.

Then the girl.

That's all there was.

One man?

Then he drove away with Lester Martin.

That would be about 9 .30 or 10 in the morning.

Would you recognize this man if you saw him again?

Oh, yes. I think so.

He was there just before the girl came. That Fuller girl, Lester's friend.

Thank you, Mrs. Stone. That'll be all.

The same girl that was there in the evening. That's the one I mean.

Which evening, Mrs. Stone?

The same day as the murder.

Around 6 .30.

I was alone in my house from six until seven.

Then I left and I didn't come back.

Now, this is a portion of a statement the defendant voluntarily made to the

police at the time of his arrest.

It's already been entered in evidence as Exhibit D. Miss Fuller, is this a true

statement? But he was frightened. He wanted to protect me.

Did the defendant lie in his statement to the police or did he not?

He lied.

I was there.

I got there about 6 .30.

Then what time did you leave?

I left at 7 .15.

Leaving the defendant still there, alone in his house?

Yes. Thank you. That's all.

What was the purpose of your visit to Leicester that evening, Miss Fuller?

Why, to see if Leicester was all right.

He'd been through a terrible experience. A man had tried to kidnap him.

Concerning the picture you took of that same man talking to Judson Bailey in

Corelli's bar, on whose instructions did you take that picture? Your Honor, the

deceased is not on trial here, and even if he wore a picture of him talking to

another man at a bar proves only one thing, that the person who snapped that

picture knew how to operate a camera.

I take it you don't intend to introduce this particular picture into evidence,

Mr. Prosecutor.

Not until the jury trial, Your Honor.

We see no reason to waste the court's time now with secondary evidence which

only corroborates another of defendant's lies about his stepfather.

We are quite willing to concede there was a lie connected with the photograph

question.

But a lie which the defense field should be explored.

Because the man who posed with Judson Bailey in that photograph was quite

What's he trying to do to me?

Since the prosecutor has repeatedly suggested that the defendant in some way

attempted to frame the deceased with said photograph, I ask that we continue

this line of questioning until the whole matter has been clarified.

And to that point, Your Honor, I would like to recall a witness.

Which witness?

Mr. Sam Crane.

If you have no objection, Mr. Prosecutor, I can understand this matter

more fully myself.

Very well, Your Honor.

Well, Lester phoned me from what he said was a service station on the edge of

town. And that's when you first heard the defendant's story of narrowly

death at the hands of a hired killer.

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Crane, did Lester Martin describe his assailant to you?

Yes, in great detail.

He wanted to find the man naturally.

Do you recall any of that description?

Yes, Lester said the man was tall, six feet, had black curly hair.

He said he wore a dark shirt and a white tie.

He had bushy eyebrows and a scar on his left cheek.

Anything more?

Uh, yes. He had a black mustache.

That's him!

He's the one who came to the cottage in the morning.

Order, order, please.

Your Honor, I wonder if I might now recall someone.

Your Honor, there's a proper time for defense to parade his witnesses in here.

He certainly can wait a few minutes to question that man.

I said recall someone.

One of your witnesses, Mr.

Prosecutor, Miss Lois Rogers.

You may step down, sir.

Miss Rogers, will you take the stand, please?

I remind you, Miss Rogers, that you're still on the road.

Miss Rogers, you testified that when you met Judson Bailey in Corelli's, you'd

been talking to a man at the bar.

That's right.

Do you recall your exact conversation with Mr. Bailey?

Well, I asked Judson who the man was, and he said, just a guy.

But he wasn't just a guy, of course.

Later on, Judson was very upset about the same man.

But couldn't he have been just a guy, Miss Rogers?

I don't understand.

Couldn't he have been some stranger who just struck up a conversation with Mr.

Bailey?

No.

Everyone here has described him.

I mean, Marge Fuller certainly knew who she was taking a picture of, didn't she?

It must have been the same man.

That man could still have been a stranger to Mr. Bailey.

Well, I guess so.

Someone else could have hired that man, could they not?

Arranged the picture -taking?

Arranged it all so that Judson Bailey would be blamed?

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

I hired him. I did it. He'll tell you so himself.

I'm sorry, Lester.

A man wouldn't have killed you. I told him to let you talk him out of it.

He'll frighten you. He'll make you believe Bailey had hired him.

You understand, don't you, Emma?

I had to make you hate Judson. That's why I wanted to frame him.

But when I got to the house, he and Lester had been fighting. He had the

picture, knew what I'd done.

I had to kill him then.

You understand, don't you, Ellen?

I had to kill him.

Bailiff, you'll take Mr. Crane into custody.

Mr. Mason, I'll rule favorably on a motion to dismiss the charges against

client. Court's adjourned.

My friend.

An impersonation like that, you earned your hundred bucks.

Thank you.

Somehow I never figured Sam to be the murderer.

Well, if everyone was telling the truth, it had to be Sam.

What do you mean?

Well, in the first place, it kept bothering me that Judson Bailey had

you of framing him.

Everybody said he was so completely outraged, so angry at the accusation.

Bailey had told the truth, then someone else must have hired the kidnapper.

That's right.

Who told Marge to take that picture and exactly where to take it? And exactly

when. And exactly what the hired man looked like.

Sam Crane told his man to go to Corelli's bar, strike up a conversation

Bailey, and leave after you'd had time to take that picture.

I don't know why I didn't get it when you did practically the same thing right

in front of me.

Don't worry. I miss things like that all the time.

Excuse me, but didn't you want your picture taken?

Monday on Married with Children, Al's cruising and losing when he flunks his

driver's test and joins the ranks of the walking wounded.

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