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Here comes trouble.

Miss, uh, Ferris, uh... Yes, Mr. Allen?

I wonder, uh, do you have a dinner engagement this evening?

That's not an invitation.

I, uh, thought if you hadn't, Mr. Lamont Jr. has some work he'd like finished

tonight. Well, what's the matter with that snooty secretary of his?

Junior taking her out to dinner?

Miss Elwood.

Pardon me.

Well, Miss Ferris?

No, I'm not going to be busy now. I'd be glad to.

Thank you.

Doctor.

George Albert, Mr. Lamont.

It's all settled. She'll do the work.

The she, I take it, is Miss Arlene Ferris.

Good.

I'll remember this, Albert.

Eat it.

Eat it. Those newcomer reports, I've arranged for them to be finished up in

secretarial pool.

I said I was perfectly willing to stay and do them.

Yes, I know. But you've been working pretty hard lately.

You can take a night off.

Albert?

Lamont Jr. again.

I think I'd better tell that night security officer that Miss Ferris will

leaving late.

Can you give me a description of her car?

Yeah, thanks.

Trouble? Oh, Mr. Lamont.

I would think finishing up that report for me would be enough trouble for one

night, Miss Ferris.

I can't understand it. It's never felt a word before.

Well, it's a damp night. Maybe something short -circuited.

Open the hood and let me take a look.

Now try her.

It's no use.

There's no sparking. You'll run your battery down.

What can I do?

Well, I can think of two things.

Either wait here until the sun comes out tomorrow, or let me give you a lift

home.

I can't ask you to do that, Mr. Lamont. I live way out in Westwood.

Now, that's a coincidence. I just happened to be going that way.

They sure love you, but they really love you when you get peanut butter and

witchcraft. One that's guaranteed available at Kmart and Osco.

Night, Grimes. Good night, Miss Olma.

Good night, Miss Burris. I'm not going to bite you, despite my sinister

reputation. Sinister?

Hasn't your friend Madge Elwood told you about me?

Well, she did say that you were a bit of a wolf.

That's me.

A wolf in clothing made from a British sheep.

And as a wolf, I have a proposition.

How about dinner before I take you home?

Well, I really should get back.

Oh, now look. It's 8 o 'clock.

You're hungry and so am I.

And besides, I owe you something for keeping me overtime.

Well, if it's a debt, all right. Good.

But there's one complication.

Would you mind if I dropped off those papers you typed for the company's beach

house first?

A business associate of Dad's is there waiting for them.

How far is it?

South end of Malibu.

Twenty minutes more at the most.

So, uh, okay, Miss Ferris?

So, okay, Mr. Moore.

and persuade old Grierson to have a drink with us.

Are you sure he wouldn't mind?

Oh, I'm sure.

He likes pretty girls. And so do I.

What about the papers?

Oh, yes, the papers.

We mustn't forget them.

Miss Grierson?

Miss Grierson?

Miss Grierson?

Well,

I guess he hasn't arrived yet.

What's your martini formula, Miss Paris?

I don't know. Five to one, I guess. Perfect.

You'll find ice glasses in the makings over the sink on the left side. So

practice your mathematics while I check on Grierson.

Yeah, but... Don't worry.

We pay union bartenders scale here.

So go to work.

Yell if there's anything you can't find.

I will.

Hello?

I told you I'd give it to you when I got plenty good and ready.

It's just that you promised to return the $2 ,000 six weeks ago, Mr. Lamont.

And now we must have it.

Our bank has been more than patient.

Perhaps his father.

Yes. Even if we must get in touch with your father in Europe.

You go to my father, okay?

And I'll see you never get the money.

You gave it to me in cash, remember?

You have no legal claim.

So get off my back.

When we loaned him the money, he made such great promises.

Swore he would pay it back the very next week.

Now I promise you.

I'll get it from him.

Promise is most given when the least is said.

Hello?

Peter?

Loring.

I'm at the Malibu place.

No, no, no, not a party.

A business conference.

I want you to call me on the phone in about an hour. When I answer, you hang

Why?

mind why.

Just do it.

Now there's the most beautiful sight I've seen all day.

Was that Mr. Grierson you called?

No. Somebody else.

But I checked on Grierson.

He's supposed to be somewhere between downtown L .A. and here.

For you.

And for me.

Well, aren't you going to drink to that?

I think I better have something to eat first.

And leave this for me to finish all by myself?

Come on, honey, one more.

Then we'll discuss eating.

Now, who could that be?

Mr. Grierson?

Why, sure. Good old Grierson.

Hello?

Yes, this is Laurie Lamont.

Where have you been, Mr. Grierson?

Sure, I can get the papers to you first thing in the morning.

Don't give it a thought.

Good night.

Ross Signals.

He's checked in at the Beverly Sunset for the night.

Well, then I guess we'd better be going. Are you kidding?

Now that we have the place all to ourselves?

Come on, honey. One more, and then we'll discuss what the kitchen has to offer.

No drink and no kitchen.

I wouldn't have come here if I... Sit down, baby.

Don't try to pull that Purity League act on me, honey. You're of age. So relax,

baby. Relax.

Thank you.

actually struck him with the car, Miss Ferris?

Either that, Mr. Mason, or he fell when he tried to jump clear.

You see, I lost control of the car when I pushed down the accelerator.

I've never driven a sports car before.

You didn't stop?

No, I was scared.

And mad.

I drove about five miles and stopped at a gas station.

I telephoned Madge to ask her to... Maybe I shouldn't bring you into this,

Madge. Oh, why not?

Since I was the one who made you come to Mr. Mason.

She asked me for Loring's address.

Why? I wanted to leave the car there.

I didn't want him to be able to accuse me of having stolen it.

You had the address?

No, I got it from George.

That is, George Albert, the office manager.

And I, uh, I called Arlene back at the filling station.

Tell him what you did, Arlene.

Well, I parked the car at the apartment building in front of the fireplug.

After you did that?

I took a bus home.

And the morning match took me to work.

I was expecting to be fired.

But Mr. Lamont never appeared.

And that started me worrying.

You mean started me worrying.

Loring's vindictive.

Couldn't he have her arrested for theft?

Or for hit -and -run driving?

Or assault and battery?

I suppose he could.

Della, is Paul still in the outer office?

Yes, he's still waiting.

Ask him in, will you, please?

This will be Mr. Paul Drake, head of the Drake Detective Agency.

Paul?

Come in, Paul.

Paul Drake, this is Miss Ferris and Miss Elvin. How do you do? Hello.

Here are those papers I wanted you to have, Paul. Oh, thanks.

I'm afraid our lunch date is off.

Work? Possibly.

I wanted you to help me pin someone's ears back.

A playboy named Loring Lamont gave Miss Ferris a rather bad time last night. He

might try to... Excuse me, Perry, but is this Loring Lamont, whose father owns

Lamont Engineering Corporation?

Yes. Do you know him?

No, but I know about him.

I'm afraid somebody's already pinned his ears back.

How do you mean?

Just came over the 12 o 'clock news.

Loring Lamont was found stabbed to death in a beach house near Malibu last

night.

Last fall.

It's closed.

No. No, I won't hesitate to call on you.

Bye.

Terry, I sure hope you have Arlene Ferris in a safe place. Trag is hot on

trail.

She's in Madge Elwood's apartment.

I know what Trag found at the plant.

Miss Elwood just told me. Yeah, but did you know that he has Lamont Jr.'s car?

Was impounded early this morning for blocking a fire plug. And there's a

witness. The man who lives in the apartment below Lamont said he saw a

park the car and then walk away.

Mr. Henley?

Mr. Henley?

Oh, yes.

You were recommended to us as an expert on high five.

I like to think... I like to think I am.

Are you, uh, prospective?

Yes, we might be.

Well,

here we have our finest assembly.

AM and FM tuner.

Feather light automatic changer.

Six speakers in all.

Disco -phonic, of course.

Of course.

Will you and the young lady care for a demonstration?

Why, yes.

Well, if you don't mind, we'll postpone the demonstration, Mr. Hanley.

Well, Lieutenant, I didn't realize you were a hi -fi enthusiast.

I'm not.

Know this man?

Why, no.

He's Perry Mason, an attorney who specializes in defending persons accused

murder.

I don't know who the young lady is, but I want you to look at her very

carefully.

Why, she's a... Just a moment. I must warn you.

Mason may be trying one of his tricks.

If a witness is going to identify someone, for instance, the young woman

parkloring Vermont's car...

in front of the fireplug last night, well, he might bring that young lady

your store.

You would notice her, but only casually.

Well, I did, but now I... And then on the witness stand, when you identify her

under oath, he might ask, aren't you mistaken?

Well, yes, he could say that, but... Henley, I don't want you to be trapped.

Is she the one you saw get out of Lauren Lamont's car?

Um, Henley...

Don't let him trap you.

She is.

She's the one I saw get out of the car.

Of course, she's dressed differently, but that's her.

Miss Ferris, I'm Lieutenant Tragg of Homicide.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come down to headquarters with me.

Lieutenant, you're making a mistake.

This young woman is not Arlene Ferris.

Next, you'll be saying you're not Perry Mason.

Come on, Ferris.

and a drag was fit to be tied when he finally had the wrong woman.

I'm afraid all we've gained is a little time.

And we're going to sacrifice that waiting to hear from Arlene Paris.

Yes, Della?

She's here, Perry, with George Albert.

You'd better wait, Paul.

Come in, Roger.

Sit down, please.

All right, Della.

I've been hoping to hear from you, Miss Paris.

But you were supposed to phone, not come in person.

The police have been watching this office. They might still be watching.

Well, I'm sorry, but... You see, I called George, and he insisted on

you.

We can trust George, Mr. Mason. He's sort of engaged to Madge.

Madge Elwood called you for Lamont's address?

Yes, that's right.

Look, Mason, I'm not too happy about Madge being so mixed up in this.

At the moment, she's completely unmixed, Mr. Albert.

It's Arlene you should be worried about.

Oh, I am, of course.

Miss Ferris, do you remember anything more about the telephone call Lamont

received when you were in the kitchen?

Well, he did say something about giving something when he got good and ready.

His voice got very loud and he became angry and he said, you tell my father,

okay, and I'll see that you never get the money. And then his voice got lower

and I couldn't hear anymore.

Okay.

He called the person okay?

Yes.

You said you wanted to help, Mr. Elwood.

Yes, of course.

I'd like you to take Arlene to Miss Elwood's apartment.

It won't be but a short time till I know exactly what she's up against.

Della, will you show them to the service elevator?

Perry, that name okay, it rings a bell somewhere. Here it is.

The caretaker at the Lamont Malibu Beach House. His name is Oolong Kim.

Yes?

My name is Oolong Kim.

And who are you, sir?

My name is Mason. I'm an attorney.

Perry Mason.

I've heard of you, sir.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to look around, if I may.

I think it is all right, if you are careful.

The police said nothing was to be disturbed.

This way, please.

Thank you.

I'm Mrs. Kim.

He was lying there.

You the housekeeper here, Mrs. Kim?

Yes.

How long have you and O .K. worked here?

O .K.? Isn't that what the people call your husband?

People call my husband Oolong or Mr. Kim.

We have worked for Mr. Lamont Sr.

for two and a half years.

Will you tell me why you asked if Mr. Kim is called O .K.? Well, it seems that

last night, Lamont Jr.

had a quarrel with someone over the phone.

Someone he called O .K.

Would you have any idea who that might be, Mrs. Kim?

Perhaps Orville Kingman.

Who is he?

I don't know, but Mr. Lamont, that is Mr. Lamont Jr., has been making payments

to him ever since I've worked here.

Payments?

His checkbook, Mr. Mason.

He hasn't put the household bills in a month.

Orville Kingman, $1 ,000.

$1 ,600.

$800.

What are these payments for? Do you know, Mrs. Kim?

No, sir, I don't.

Blackmail, perhaps?

Perhaps Mr. Kingman will be able to tell you.

Perhaps.

Yes?

Shut the door, Al.

Okay.

Close the door.

All right, Counselor.

What do you want with me?

More to the point.

Who are you and what do you want?

Kingman.

Orville Kingman.

Now, why all this nosing around into my affairs by your man Drake?

Mr. Drake had instructions to check on you, find out who you were.

You don't know who I am?

Should I?

I believe the guy's on a low.

I'm the commission man.

Bookie to you.

Biggest west of Las Vegas.

Oh, I see.

See, see what?

Oh, stub entries in Loring Lamont's checkbook.

1600, 1400, 800.

Sure. He was a lousy judge of horse flesh, as the saying goes.

Hey, wait a minute.

You figuring me for a patsy?

Kingman, if I'm figuring you for a patsy, you deserve it.

Lamont was overheard on the phone last night threatening to send somebody to

jail. Somebody he called O .K.

Al, what do people call me?

Art. Art Kingman.

People have never called you just O .K.? Never.

Ask anybody.

Excuse me.

Yes? Well, go ahead, Paul.

Barry, Tragg just arrested Arlene Ferris in Madge Hellwood's apartment.

Yes, he had a warrant.

The charge?

First degree murder.

How about poor Fred Wilson?

3 -3 -2 -5 -500.

It was almost 11 o 'clock when I found him.

I was late that morning, and I went to the garden for my husband, and we called

the police.

I see.

Now, Mrs. Kim, I show you this antique Italian dagger already placed in

as having been found near the body.

Do you recognize it? It's been in the beach house ever since I worked there.

They used it as a letter opener, both Loring Jr.

and his father.

Then it is your contention that the defendant, in order to corroborate her

of a deliberate attempt made by the deceased to lure her to his beach house

to make improper advances, planted evidence near the scene and in her

sometime after the murder.

Yes, Your Honor.

Indistinguishable footprints and slide marks beside the muddy road near the

beach house and this mud -stained address in her apartment.

Well, what makes you believe she planted these things?

Well, a part of Miss Ferris' story is that the deceased followed her along the

road up the muddy bank, yet the deceased's shoes were as immaculate as

they'd just come from a store window.

Lieutenant, did you institute a search for the so -called muddy clothes and

shoes? Yes, sir. Negative.

No trace of any clothes of any kind in or around the beach house.

No change of clothes, even if he'd wanted to change them. No, no, sir.

Now, in her statement, the defendant asserted she had no idea why her car

wouldn't start the night she encountered Mr. Lamont in the company parking lot.

Now, did you examine this car to find out why it wouldn't start, Sergeant?

I did. I found the rotor missing from the distributor.

Did you subsequently discover this missing rotor?

Yes, sir, in the glove compartment of the defendant's car.

Thank you.

Cross -examine?

No questions.

You may step down, Sergeant.

Then as the security guard on the night in question, you checked out the

deceased, Loring Lamont?

Yep. In that white sports car of his.

10 to 8 it was.

Was Mr. Lamont alone in the car?

Nope. Young lady was with him.

Mr. Grimes, do you see that young lady any place in this courtroom?

Yep.

Sitting right over there.

All in first.

When did you first notice Mr. Lamont's sports car parked by the fireplug?

About a minute before I tagged it.

Seven after ten.

Was anyone in the car?

No, not then.

Or when I came back a few minutes later to tag a double -parked car.

Thank you.

You're a witness, Mr. Mason.

No questions.

Now, Mr. Henley...

You just positively identified the defendant as the woman who parked Loring

Lamont's car by a fireplug in front of his apartment building.

Yes, sir.

Did you not, in your hi -fi store several days ago, make an equally

identification of another woman who supposedly parked his car there?

I did, but I was wrong.

I feel I was tricked.

Tricked?

How, Mr. Henley?

Lieutenant Tragg seemed so eager to have me identify the woman with you.

And there was a marked resemblance.

Well, I... I just feel I was tricked.

Then you made your first identification simply because Lieutenant Tragg seemed

to be so eager to have you identify the woman who was with me. Yes.

Look at the defendant, Mr. Henley.

Are you sure you're not being tricked again?

Yes.

Absolutely sure?

Yes. Look at the defendant, Mr. Henley, not at me, at the defendant.

Now, are you sure the defendant is the woman who parked Loring Lamont's car by

that fireplug?

Are you as sure as you were when you identified Madge Elwood as having parked

his car there?

I don't know.

Which girl was it, Mr. Henley?

Marlene Ferris or Madge Elwood?

Actually, you don't know which one it was, do you?

No further questions.

Right, thanks.

Well, it doesn't look good.

Orville Kingman's gone south, and I mean south, for an indefinite stay to study

racetrack conditions in Brazil.

But, as far as I can find out, he was telling you the truth about the name O

Nobody ever calls him that.

Second, Ulan Kim and his wife, Frances, are having money problems.

Oh?

There's a second trust deed on their home, due and payable. Now they're being

socked with default payments, penalties, and so on.

They could lose the home.

What about the okay as far as he's concerned?

Couldn't find out anything there.

The Kims stick pretty much to themselves.

But at least none of the tradespeople who deal with him ever call him okay.

Hungry, Paul?

Dinner's ready.

Paris?

I've been thinking about those muddy clothes. They couldn't have just

disappeared.

You suppose it's possible that the murderer, for some reason, could have

Lamont's clothes?

Try telling that to a jury.

The murderer, knowing Lamont would get himself all dirty chasing Arlene,

out clean shoes, socks, and trousers from Lamont's own wardrobe and dressed

corpse with them.

What else have you got? The saga of Lamont's car.

After your client left the park blocking a fire plug, it was tagged.

About ten minutes later, the same officer came back again, found another

double parked there, so he tagged that one, too.

Then at one o 'clock, Lamont's car was tagged again by another officer. And an

hour later, it was impounded by the police.

That's quite a history.

What about phone calls from the beach house?

If Arlene's story is true, Lamont certainly would have called someone to

out and get him.

He didn't. The phone company keeps records of all long -distance calls to

Malibu area.

And there was only one.

At 8 .30, to his secretary, Edith Bristol.

Miss Bristol, this is Trey Mason, the attorney. I'd like to talk to you for a

moment.

Would you have a seat, please?

Thank you.

As you probably know, Miss Bristol, I'm defending Arlene Ferris.

My investigators have come across a phone call made from the Beach House,

to you at 8 .30 on the night of the murder.

The police have already asked me that, Mr. Mason.

What did you tell them?

But Mr. Lamont Jr. called me and instructed me to call him back in about

and then hang up.

Hang up?

Yes.

He said he was in a business conference.

I suppose he was using my call as an excuse to break away.

And did you call back?

Yes, about 9 .20, 9 .25.

Did he say anything beyond hello?

Well, he pretended he was talking to a Mr. Grierson, a business acquaintance.

Said he was sorry about being late. I hung up then.

Is that the last you heard from him?

Well, yes.

I have the feeling you did hear something else.

If not from Mr. Lamont, perhaps a third party.

Who was it?

Madge.

Madge Elwood?

What did she have to say?

Nothing, really.

Except she wanted to know if I had a key to Mr. Lamont's apartment.

I said I didn't have one, and she said she was sorry that she bothered me and

hung up.

Albert, did Miss Elwood tell you about calling Miss Bristol?

No. Do you know why she wanted the key to Lamont's apartment?

No, I don't know.

Well, there's something odd going on here.

I'm going to find out what it is.

Why wouldn't Marge have told us about going out there?

Lamont had a business appointment with a man named Gris, either for that night

or early the next morning.

And what's that got to do with it?

Well, suppose after Arlene telephoned, Mads saw a chance to ingratiate herself

with Lamont by taking him in his car and some clean clothes.

So she tries to get his apartment keys from Edith Bristol.

Not necessarily.

The key could have been on his key ring in the car.

Anyway, she got the clothes and...

his car, and drove out to the beach house.

That's just what happened.

Those two parking violations should have told me that.

The first ticket must have been removed from the windshield.

I don't quite follow that, Perry.

At the beach house, after he'd put on the clean clothes, let's say that Lamont

tried to force his attentions on Mads, just as he had on Arlene.

That's when Mads stepped.

Oh, I'm beginning to see it now.

Then Madge drove the car back to town and parked it in front of the fireplug

again. Where it got the second ticket.

So it was really Madge that Jerome Henley saw.

That's where, in trying to outfox Lieutenant Tragg, I outfoxed myself.

You know, there were no dirty clothes in Lamont's car, so Madge must have

transferred them to her car and taken them with her.

So what happened to the clothes becomes a big question now.

You won't find Madge Elwood here, I don't expect.

Some fella come by late yesterday. I heard him talking about going to Las

She went in this fella's car?

Must have.

Hers is still here.

Well, I gotta fix breakfast.

Close the door when you go, will ya? Thank you.

What fellow, Perry?

Perhaps George Albert.

He better be in court this morning.

Wouldn't have left things in here too risky.

Harry. Go.

Looks like we hit the jackpot, don't we?

Well, Mr. Mason.

You see, Lieutenant?

I knew he was going to plant something to try to clear his client.

Have you watched the Zahnhofer again? You can taste the difference when it

from the O'Shire farm.

Your Honor, the people's case would be completed if it weren't for a certain

matter that concerns me gravely.

Not just as prosecutor, but as a member of the legal profession.

I have reason to feel that an attempt has been made in this case to fabricate

evidence. And I wish to present testimony in order to prepare a record

be used for the purpose of impeachment.

Very well, Mr. Chamberlain. You may call your first witness.

Call Lieutenant Craig to the stand.

You mean... Mr. Mason and his secretary were inside the garage?

Yes, Your Honor.

What was Mr. Mason doing at that moment?

Well, he was holding a shoe over a cardboard packing case.

You mean he was putting that shoe into the case, don't you, Lieutenant?

Well, it looked as though he were about to.

Sit the court, please.

I object to the question on the ground that it's viciously misleading and

suggestive.

Furthermore, this witness is not a mind reader.

Your Honor, as an expert criminal investigator, Lieutenant Tragg is

express his opinion.

If it is an opinion and not an actual fact... Nevertheless, I am going to

sustain the objection, Mr. Chamberlain.

But in view of the seriousness of this, Mr. Mason, may I express the hope that

you will help rather than hinder the court in arriving at the truth.

I intend to help in every way I possibly can, Your Honor.

Very well.

You may proceed, Mr. Chamberlain.

Now, Lieutenant, I ask you to examine this shoe and these trousers, both of

which have already been identified as the property of the deceased Loring

Lamont. Yes, they're from the packing case, and those are my identifying tags

them. If it please the court, I would like to have these trousers and this

and also this shoe, which Mr.

Mason had already put into that packing case as people's exhibits J, K, and L.

The defense has no objection, Your Honor.

Have them so marked.

I'm afraid I've struck out so far, Perry. Madge Elwood is not in Las Vegas,

least not under her own name. And there's no trace of her here.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

Defense has no questions of Lieutenant Tragg.

Your Honor, at this time, I had hoped to question Madge Elwood, but apparently

she cannot be found.

However, with the court's permission, I would like to recall Mr. George Albert.

who I believe can supply us with the same information.

Very well.

You may step down, Lieutenant.

Call George Albert to the stand.

I remind you, you are still under oath.

Yes, sir, I know.

Now, Mr. Albert, on the night of Lamont's death, Did you receive a

call from Madge Elwood requesting Lamont's town address?

Yes. But didn't she know his address?

Hadn't she, in fact, been to his apartment in the past?

In the far past.

She didn't know his new address. He'd moved recently.

But you knew it.

That's right.

Did you know a man by the name of Grierson?

Yes, he's a client of our firm.

Did you know that Lamont had an appointment with Mr. Grierson on the

the murder?

It was the following morning.

I see.

And you also knew because Madge Elwood had told you that Lamont had had a

struggle on the muddy ground just outside his Malibu beach house and was

stranded inside the house because he had no clean clothing to change to.

Yes.

Now, I ask you, Mr. Albert, whether or not you decided to play the good

Samaritan by going to Lamont's apartment and getting some clean clothing for him

and then by driving his sports car out to the beach house for him.

No. You did not?

No. Did Madge Elwood?

No.

Well, I don't know.

How could I know?

How many times did Miss Elwood call you that night?

Just that time.

Don't perjure yourself twice, Mr. Albert.

Didn't she call you the second time to tell you that she was driving Lamont's

car out to the beach house so he wouldn't be stranded there?

All right, yes.

Now, after that call, what did you do, Mr. Albert?

Did you also go to the beach house?

No. Why would I go to the beach house?

Because Madge was driving Lamont's car.

You were to follow.

Bring her home in your car.

Didn't you get there first, Mr. Albert?

No, I didn't. Having arrived there first, didn't you then kill Mr. Lamont?

No. Did you arrive there after Miss Elwood had killed Lamont?

I declined to answer.

You declined?

On what ground?

On the grounds that I cannot be compelled to testify about my wife.

Your wife?

Madge Elwood and I were married in Las Vegas last night.

Your Honor, it must be clearly apparent that an attempt is being made here not

to fabricate, but to suppress evidence.

Miss Elwood, or rather Mrs. Albert, unavailable, her husband refusing to

testify.

Under the circumstances, I would like to recall one other witness.

Mr. Chamberlain?

I have no objection, Your Honor. The state is most interested in these

developments. Very well, Mr. Mason.

I would like to recall Oolong Kim.

Oolong Kim to the stand, please.

Now, Mr. Kim, a telephone call was made to the deceased at about half past or 20

minutes past eight on the night of his murder.

Enough of the conversation was overheard to indicate that the person who

telephoned made certain demands, and that that person was called O .K.

Yes, sir.

Your name is Woollong Kim.

Your initials are O .K.

Now, I suggest, Mr. Kim, that despite your wife's denials, you were that

Yes, sir, I was.

Mr. Lamont Jr.

was the only one that called me that.

What were you demanding of him?

Money. Loaned to him to pay his gambling debts.

And which he owed my wife and me.

He refused?

Yes, sir.

He had promised him many times.

Then what did you do?

My wife and I talked.

The situation was acute.

But we did not act in haste.

It was much later when my wife and I drove to the Lamont Beach House to make

another appeal.

How much later?

We reached there a little after half past ten.

And you saw Lamont?

No, Mr. Mason.

We came up the back way. A car was behind the house.

We drove away.

We thought then we would speak to him when he didn't have company.

You recognize the car?

No. But I can recall it.

An inexpensive two -door sedan?

Why, no. It was a red convertible.

Red convertible?

Are you sure of that? Of course.

My wife saw it, too.

Thank you, Mr. Kim.

Your Honor, still present in the courtroom is the officer who testified

having placed the first ticket on Loring Lamont's car.

I would like to ask him one or two questions.

Questions which may help bring this case to a conclusion.

Very well. Call Officer Lyons to the stand.

Officer Peter Lyons to the stand.

You may step down, Mr. Kim.

Now, Officer Lyons, you testified that you tagged Loring Lamont's car on the

night of his murder.

Yes, for parking in front of a fireplug. That was seven minutes after ten.

Now, isn't it true that in about ten minutes you came back to see if his car

still parked in front of the fireplug?

Yes, and it still was.

You issued another ticket at that time?

Yes, but for another car that I found double parked a few feet away.

Can you describe this other car that was double parked?

A red convertible.

And the registered owner?

I don't remember the name. It's in the record, though. I can get it for you. I

don't think that will be necessary, thank you.

Don't leave, Miss Bristol.

It was my car.

I guess I knew it would all come out.

No matter how I tried to change the evidence.

I left my car there while I got Loring's clothes.

And then I took them out to the beach house.

But after Loring changed, he told me that he was taking my car to find Arling

Ferris.

He said I could hitchhike home.

For all he cared.

That he was through with me.

He was drunk.

And vicious.

He hit me.

And tried to choke me.

I managed to twist away from him.

And I picked up the stiletto and struck out with it.

I was only trying to defend myself.

Gil?

Well, I found out why Lamont picked on Edith to make that telephone call. It

his charming way of letting her know he was through with her.

Seeing another woman? Uh -huh. Then later, she called him again, wanting an

explanation. Of course, that was after his adventure in the mud.

Well, even then, she took him to clean clothes.

She must have been very much in love with him, Paul.

Only there's one thing I don't understand.

Madge's Las Vegas marriage. What was all that?

Well, Madge was afraid that Albert might have killed Lamont. Albert was afraid

that she might have. So we're just trying to protect each other.

Comedy of errors.

Uh, just errors, Della. No comedy.

As Perry would say, murder is never funny.

Okay, boss.

Okay.