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It's pretty fantastic, Mr. Randall.

This underwater -sounding equipment could revolutionize maritime navigation.

Is Nautronics interested?

Yes, definitely.

If the field tests work out, you've got yourself the deal you asked for.

Thanks, Mr. Johnson, thanks.

Believe me, Nautronics will never be sorry.

You have your lawyer draw up an agreement, the way we outlined it, and

me at Nautronics.

We'll set up the field test just as soon as you're ready.

Good night, Mr. Randall. Good night, Mr. Johnson.

And thanks.

Thanks again.

Right.

She's getting angry.

They've started dinner without you. You'd better get home.

Fellas, they're going to buy it.

They're going to buy it.

It's everything we ever dreamed of.

Walter.

Walter, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Did you speak to my husband?

Mr. Randall's leaving now. He's coming home.

Shall we wait with dessert?

No, we'll finish without him.

Walter, you're over two hours late.

You knew that Roger and Amelia were coming to dinner tonight, and Bruce.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me, all of you.

Laura, if you're finished, I want to talk to you alone.

I'm sure that anything you have to say can be said right here in front of

everyone. Don't get up, please.

I wanted to tell you that I agreed to a deal tonight to sell my sounding device.

Well, congratulations. Did you buy it, Bruce?

Wish I had.

No, old friend, Walter here, so fit to turn down my bid.

I'd like to talk with you, Roger.

Phyllis, would you drive Amelia home, please?

But Roger and I have tickets for the theater tonight.

Good night, Amelia.

Hey, you'd better run along. I'll see you there.

Bruce, would you like my secretary to drop you off somewhere?

No, thanks.

I have my car.

Good night, everybody.

Good night. Good night.

Well, I'm sure you don't just want my congratulations, Walter.

Laura, we've both been through enough to understand the situation.

Must be a very nice thought to you.

That of being financially on your own, finally.

You know the money isn't the important thing.

Acceptance of my own field, that's what I've been working for.

Laura, it's no go.

We haven't had a marriage for ten years.

We both know that.

Laura, I want my freedom, too.

A divorce?

Yes.

Very well, Walter.

You may have your divorce.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Yes, yes, ma 'am.

That invention of Walder's, that device of his... I want it destroyed.

Do you understand? I want it destroyed.

You know...

tests are completed, one final acceptance series on the sounding

the Tronic Corporation takes over complete ownership and title.

That's right, Mr. Mason.

For $250 ,000.

All right, Mr. Randall.

I'll have the contracts drawn up.

Thanks, Mr. Mason.

Miss Street.

Oh, there's just one other thing.

I'm making arrangements to obtain a divorce.

You know my wife, I believe.

I met her only once.

She's an invalid, isn't she?

That's an impression that Laura does her best to create.

Ten years ago, on our honeymoon, she almost froze to death in a blizzard.

She isn't ill, then?

She has a slight circulatory trouble, but nothing serious beyond being a

cold all the time.

Just cold.

Perpetually cold.

Well, anyway, I'd appreciate your expediting this matter.

It's all I really meant to say anyway.

The sooner everything is cleared away, the safer I'll feel.

Oh, it's you.

Roger, Laura's in the house.

Laura's come here?

The invalid can get around pretty well when she wants to.

And right now, my dear sister wants to talk to you.

Roger, what is going on? Nothing's going on. Tell her I'll be right there.

You didn't go to the office this morning. Instead, you go out and buy a

collection of crazy things. Amelia, it's got nothing to do with you. Roger, I'm

no fool. Shut up.

Please tell me. Get out of here.

Tell her I'll be right there.

Please. Please, Amelia.

This is Roger.

Listen to me.

Couldn't you possibly get that money back to me?

But Laura won't wait.

Listen, Bruce, listen.

She's putting pressure on me.

Bruce, wait a minute.

Really,

Roger, you know he couldn't help you.

Laura, I can't do this.

Suppose someone's in the building.

You can't.

Well, then I suppose that you're prepared to go to jail.

Oh, come now, Roger. No one's ever going to find out about that little

contraption of yours.

Wrap it up for me.

I have to preset the timing.

8 .30.

I want it set to explode at exactly 8 .30.

Yes, Laura.

8 .30.

Are you warm enough, Mrs. Randall?

I'm never warm enough.

Never mind about the sleeping pills. I'll take one later.

You told me the doctor ordered you to take it right away. You might forget.

It's a tablet. I can put it in the milk.

All right.

By the way, while you were at the drugstore, Mr. Randall called.

That package, it has some important parts that he needs tonight.

He wanted to know if you'd take it down to the warehouse.

I can't leave you.

Don't be silly. I'll be perfectly all right.

I'll go.

But not until you finish that milk.

The drugger said you'd be sound asleep in 20 or 30 minutes.

That way I won't have to worry about you while I'm out.

Finish it up.

You'd better hurry, Phyllis. My husband must be waiting for you.

Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?

Shall I pull up the quilt?

No, just adjust the heater as you go out, please.

Oh, yes, this letter to my broker.

You can just catch the last mail if you'll put it in the post office on your

to the warehouse.

Of course.

Good night, Mrs. Reynolds.

Good night, Phyllis.

Walter?

Walter?

Walter?

Come on, Perry, let's go. It's late and I'm starving.

Well,

that should do it.

They're signed and ready.

See that Walter Randall gets his copies in the morning and then I'll...

Actually think the person who struck you was Laura Randall?

I only caught a glimpse, but it must have been her.

I don't see how it could be, but it was.

You said a policeman helped you outside.

That's right.

The whole room seemed on fire.

I remember there was some sort of an explosion where I'd put down the

And then there was the policeman.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the alley.

Where did the policeman go?

Back into the building, I guess.

I heard him shouting for anyone who still might be there.

And then there were the sirens.

Why did you come to me, Miss Hudson?

I didn't know where Walter was.

I remembered that you were his lawyer.

Walter said you'd be working on his contract tonight.

I took a chance that you might just still be here.

Maybe someone like you could tell me what to do.

Mr. Mason, please help me.

All right.

I'd like you to spend the night with Miss Street.

Paul, first take the girls to the Randall house, pick up some things for

Hudson, then straight to Della's.

All right, Perry.

I want to look that warehouse over.

I'll meet you all at Della's later.

Unit 71, are you 10 -4?

I don't need anything.

Please, let's get away from here.

Well, good evening, Paul.

Della?

And Miss, um... Phyllis Hudson, Lieutenant.

We've come to get some of her things. She's going to spend the night with me.

Oh?

Well, I want Miss Phyllis Hudson for some questioning tonight.

I'd like to take her downtown with me.

Lieutenant, what's going on here? What are you talking about?

Mrs. Laura Randall was drugged with sleeping pills so she wouldn't wake up.

Then, uh, somebody turned on the gas heater without bothering to light it,

unfortunately, and killed her.

Miss Hudson?

Thursday,

Bart meets the real Batman.

Airs at 4600.

No, Mason.

No bail for Phyllis Hudson.

Then you've booked her.

She's being booked right now, Perry.

I understand the fire department found pieces of a clock radio in the debris at

the Randall warehouse.

But we didn't find any real evidence of a time bomb.

Really, Mason, I don't see how you can hold to the untenable position your

client's putting you in.

The autopsy report clearly shows there was secobarbital in the victim's body

some time.

Definitely prior to the time she's supposed to have knocked out your client

the warehouse.

Miss Hudson admitted she gave Laura Randall a sleeping pill before leaving

Did you know it was the Hudson girl herself who bought those pills just last

evening? Using an old prescription of Laura Randall's that hadn't been

for over a year.

I suppose you gentlemen have a motive to go along with all this.

The best.

Phyllis Hudson was in love with Laura Randall's husband.

If you're going to be wrong, why not be consistently wrong?

Why not also arrest Walter Randall?

It's occurred to us. We're looking for him.

Chamberlain, you're building a case only on conjecture.

What about the evidence of two witnesses?

Witnesses? Putting Phyllis Hudson at the scene of the crime.

Mr. Bruce...

Sheridan and a Miss Judith Baldwin just driving up. Both clearly saw Phyllis

Hudson run out of the Randall house 45 minutes after the fire in the warehouse.

Check all the industrial and institutional chemists. I want to know

the seven people whose pictures are in these envelopes bought a quantity of red

phosphorus within the past month.

Red phosphorus?

Like to use on matches?

And firebombs. Now, to transistorize clock radio, you not only have a

but a time bomb.

Hello, Faulkner.

We finally found it.

This salesman identified one of the pictures as the person he sold the

red phosphorus to the day before yesterday.

Good. Which one?

This is the one.

Yes.

I bought the phosphorus.

And you made a firebomb? Yes.

For whom did you make it?

Laura Randall.

She forced me to.

She threatened to turn me over to the police.

For what?

Phillips handled his sister -in -law's business affairs.

And from what I can smell out, none too well.

What was it, Phillips?

Embezzlement?

A forged check.

Something came up.

Something big. I had a chance to make a killing.

Look, I didn't take that bomb to the warehouse. I don't know who did.

I had nothing to do with Laura's death.

I wouldn't kill her.

All right, Trike, book him.

Forgery, grand theft, larceny, suspicion of arson.

That ought to be enough to hold him for a while.

What about Mason's client, the Hudson girl?

The only question in my mind is whether the murder was plotted and carried out

by her and Walter Randall or just by her alone.

Now that your men have located Randall, we ought to know the answer to that

pretty quick.

You must be mistaken. Walter Randall's been on this boat with us 24 hours a day

for the past two days.

Doing what? Just completing the field test on his sounding device.

It's even better than we hoped.

Autronics will be in production inside a month.

I thought his device was burned in the workshop fire.

Fire?

What are you gentlemen talking about?

Randall must have had the device taken out of the workshop and put on board

the afternoon of the fire.

A fact which Phyllis Hudson obviously didn't know.

How soon will you have Randall up?

He should be coming up now.

Kill Laura?

The whole thing's incredible.

Phyllis wouldn't hurt anybody, much less kill.

No, no, no, it's impossible.

You were in San Diego last month?

Yes. I went to see the Navy about my new device.

They couldn't do anything about it at the time.

He wrote a letter to Phyllis Hudson from San Diego.

Is this a copy of that letter?

Yes.

Where did you find it?

In your wife's desk, locked up with her private papers.

Noctronics are last hope. If they say no, I have no choice but to stay with

Laura. As long as Laura's alive, there's no hope of a life together for us

Phyllis dear.

I guess that's enough.

Well, Randall, you may have an alibi, but we've got Phyllis Hudson nailed.

No! She couldn't!

She not only could, but I'm prepared to prove, and in court, she's the only

person who could have killed her.

Sounds pretty good to me.

This is great, Dion.

Let's see the next one. ...choice is Luskin's The Cheapest Guy in Town.

Doctor, did your autopsy reveal anything else of significance?

The body of Laura Randall showed the presence of cecobarbital, which...

depressed the nervous system, lowered resistance, and hastened the onset of

death.

I would say that death occurred somewhere between 9 and 10 o 'clock in

evening.

Mr. Sheridan and I stopped to visit Mrs. Randall.

We just pulled up when we saw Phyllis Hudson run out of the side door, get

a car, and drive away.

Now, what time was that, Miss Baldwin?

Oh, about a quarter after... 20 after 9.

Mm -hmm.

Now, what happened then?

We went up to the front door. It was locked.

We tried to get in, but we couldn't.

The lights were on, but no one answered when we rang.

Well, what did you do then?

Bruce, uh, Mr.

Sheridan and I dove over to Mr. Roger Phillips' house, got a key from Mrs.

Phillips, then drove back to the Randall house.

Now, what time was it then?

Oh, just about 10 o 'clock.

I see.

Please, go on.

When we went inside, we smelled the gas immediately.

Laura was in bed.

We opened the windows.

to clear the room, and then we waited for it to air out.

Now, who telephoned for the police?

I did.

Mr. Sheridan sent me to the gas station two blocks away.

He said I shouldn't touch anything in the house.

Thank you.

You may cross.

Now, Miss Baldwin, prior to your arriving at the decedent's house at 9

where were you?

With Mr. Sheridan.

We were spending the evening together.

You spent every minute with him until you both discovered the body?

Yes. Every single minute.

Without exception.

Thank you.

That's all.

She was dead, all right.

The first thing I did was to throw open the window in her room and turn off the

gas without touching the control knob.

Then I sent Judy to the service station to phone the police.

When you first arrived at the Randall house, it was about 20 minutes after 9.

And when you finally got inside the house, it was about 10 o 'clock. Are

time elements correct?

Yes.

Thank you.

Cross -examine.

Mr. Sheridan, you said you parked outside the Randall house and just sat

for a few minutes.

Yes, we were listening to a news broadcast, waiting for it to finish.

You saw Phyllis Hudson run out the side door.

Yes.

Now, during that time... One, two, five, even ten people could have come and

gone through the back door, and you wouldn't have been any the wiser. Isn't

so?

I'm afraid not, Mr. Mason.

Why not?

Well, we could also see the back door from where I was parked. We were across

the street.

It's a corner lot.

But while you were gone for a key, someone could have entered or left the

without your knowledge, wouldn't you say?

Yes, I suppose so.

Naturally. Thank you, Mr. Sheridan.

Now, Lieutenant Tragg, you've testified that the defendant purchased the bottle

of sleeping pills, that her fingerprints were on that bottle and on the glass,

and also on the heater knob itself.

That's right.

Were there any other fingerprints on that heater knob?

Only Miss Hudson's.

Clear and unsmudged.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Cross -examine.

Since Phyllis Hudson was Laura Randall's secretary, almost a nurse to her.

Would you say that finding her fingerprints on that bottle was unusual?

No.

Is it your expert opinion, then, Lieutenant, that because Laura Randall's

was caused by escaping gas, someone turned that heater off, then on,

by using that control knob?

That's right.

Now, if the central gas supply was interrupted from the gas main in the

for instance, that could have caused the...

Gas to go off, then on without the use of the control knob, could it not?

Yes, it could.

An interruption like that would put out the pilot lights on all the gas

appliances in the house.

And in this case?

No, sir.

They were all on.

Thank you. No further questions.

Well, Laura had found and stolen a letter from Phyllis Hudson's room.

She told me about it.

She said she knew that her husband and Phyllis were in love.

Now, Mr. Phillips, I believe that you stated your sister -in -law, the murder

victim in this case, was a very possessive woman?

Yes, and very jealous.

Now, would you please relate to the court what took place in the Randall

on the afternoon preceding the day of the murder?

Well, as I was entering the study, Phyllis Hudson came out of Laura's room.

She was crying.

She was almost hysterical.

I, uh...

I tried to calm the girl down.

Laura could be a nasty tyrant.

Phyllis... Phyllis was very upset.

She called Laura an evil woman.

She said the world and everybody in it would be better off with Laura Randall

dead. An evil woman, better off dead.

Your witness.

Mr. Phillip.

You participated in arson because your sister -in -law had been blackmailing

you.

Yes, I did.

You had forged her name to a check.

Yes. For an investment that collapsed.

Yes. Now, according to your testimony, you telephoned Mr. Bruce Sheridan on the

day of the murder in the hopes of getting some of that money back.

When that failed, you committed a second crime to cover up the first.

Yes, I told all that to the district attorney.

Why not a third crime to cover up the first two? Why not murder?

The murder of Laura Randall.

No, no, no. I didn't kill her.

No further questions.

It was about 9 .35 or 40 when Bruce came and got the key and went back to

Laura's house.

I was worried, so I called there, but of course no one answered.

Where was your husband during all this time?

He was in the garage in his workshop.

Did he leave the promises any time between 9 and 10 o 'clock?

Didn't leave that evening or that night.

Thank you.

That's all.

Mr. Mason.

Mrs. Phillips, were you afraid of your sister?

Yes, I think I was.

She was a wicked woman.

Every life she touched, she destroyed.

Just as she was destroying Walter.

Phyllis. And your husband.

And my husband.

Perhaps you were afraid of Laura not for yourself, but for your husband.

You wanted to protect him.

Yes, that's true.

I knew that she and Roger were deeply involved in something bad.

That's why I hired the detective.

You hired a detective?

Thank you, that's all.

Well, now, just a moment. The witness stated... Your Honor, I have a question

redirect.

Mrs. Phillips, who was this detective you hired?

He was a private detective.

His name is Ben Penner.

May it please the court, I'll call this Ben Penner to the stand right now.

Mrs. Phillips wanted the Randall house kept under surveillance.

A check made on who came and went, particularly her husband.

And were you on duty the night of the murder, Mr. Penner? Yes, sir, I was.

And did you keep a record of who came and went on that night? I did.

Mr. Penner, would you please read that record to the court, starting, let's

at 8 o 'clock?

Well, let's see.

8 .10, Phyllis Hudson left the house carrying a package.

8 .12, Mrs. Randall left the house hurriedly.

And no activity until 8 .44 when Mrs. Randall came back.

Was there anything unusual about Mrs. Randall when she returned?

Again, she was in a hurry.

She also staggered slightly, as though drunk or under the influence of drugs.

That's all.

Please continue.

9 .13, Phyllis Hudson returned pretty messed up.

Hmm?

Disheveled, I mean.

At 9 .17, Mr. Sheridan and his girlfriend drove up, parked across the

9 .20, Phyllis Hudson ran out, drove away.

Two minutes later, Sheridan and his girl left. They never got inside the house.

Then nobody until 9 .57.

Sheridan and his girlfriend came back with a key, let themselves in.

10 o 'clock... Never mind continuing, Mr. Penner. I just want to get one thing

straight. Now, all the time you were watching this house, could anybody have

entered or left it without your noticing?

No, sir, they couldn't.

Then from the time that Laura Randall returned at 8 .44 until almost 10 o

'clock... When Bruce Sheridan unlocked that door and let himself inside, was

there anyone, not anyone at all, Mr. Penner, with the exception of Phyllis

Hudson, who went in or out of that house?

No, sir. Just her. Just the defendant.

Thank you, Mr. Penner. Thank you very much. Cross -examine. No question.

Your Honor, the state contends it has established a prima facie case and moves

that the defendant be bound over for trial.

I object, Your Honor.

Defense has been given no opportunity to present a case challenging the

credulity or accuracy of the prosecution's evidence.

The state's motion is premature.

I move it not be granted.

The hour is late, gentlemen.

Both motions will be taken under advisement.

As court is now adjourned, we'll reconvene at 9 o 'clock tomorrow

Rust flakes and strip threading, both fresh and recent.

Not another single blessed thing. I'm sorry, Perry.

Sorry for what?

This is exactly what I hoped you would find.

It is?

Mm -hmm.

Paul, I'd like you to charter a helicopter.

A helicopter?

Where are we going?

I'll fill you in on that later. We'll need it for tomorrow.

Perry, we're in court tomorrow.

Yes, I know.

In 1988, the D .C. police received 18... In the presentation of a prima facie

case, the court, in a preliminary hearing, will not weigh evidence or

conflicts in the evidence, but will merely bind the defendant over for

However, in the interest of justice, the court feels that the present case

merits the fullest possible presentation of evidence.

A motion to bind at this time is therefore denied.

Now, Mr. Chamberlain, have you any other witnesses?

Yes, Your Honor.

Mr. Walter Randall.

Call Walter Randall to the stand, please.

Mr. Walter Randall, take the stand.

Of course we spent a good deal of time together.

Everyone knew that.

Mr. Randall, the court has ruled you a hostile witness, so please just answer

the questions yes or no.

Are you and Phyllis Hudson in love?

I can only speak for myself.

Yes, I'm in love with her.

Now, Mr. Randall, did you and Phyllis Hudson ever discuss the possibility of

doing away with your wife?

Of course not. And yet you admit writing that letter from San Diego? I'll put it

to you this way, Mr.

Randall.

Did you and Phyllis Hudson ever discuss the fact that your problems would be

solved if Laura were out of the way?

Yes, that's only natural. And there were two problems, weren't there, Mr.

Randall? The means of supporting a possible second wife, plus the fact that

were still married to your first wife.

And then suddenly it seemed that both of your problems were going to be solved.

Your wife promised to give you a divorce and you were about to sell your

invention.

Yes, that's correct.

Now, Mr. Randall, did you ever say anything, make a call, leave a note, do

anything at all that would make it possible for Phyllis Hudson to know that

had removed your underwater device from the warehouse and taken it to sea for

testing?

No.

Then when Phyllis Hudson was in that burning warehouse, neither you nor the

Nautronics people had said or done anything that would alter her obvious

that the invention, your invention that meant so much to both of you, was being

destroyed.

No.

Destroyed by the woman who had just tried to kill her.

The woman who stood between her and the man that she loved and wanted to marry.

You can make anything sound bad. You can twist a good, kind person to a monster

if you use the right word.

I withdraw the question.

Your witness.

Why would your wife have wanted to destroy your underwater device, Mr.

I don't know.

To hold me, perhaps.

And you didn't want that?

I wanted my freedom more than anything else in the world.

Enough to kill for it?

Enough to kill for it. Without getting into the very complex nature of your

underwater navigational device, Mr. Randall, could you tell us if among its

other components it contains a radio transmitter?

The secondary function of the device does involve a small transmitter, yes.

Is the purpose of that transmitter to assist in remote control?

Such as, let us say, the remote control used to change channels in a home

television set?

That's scarcely analogous, Mr. Mason.

Except, of course, they both do and can use radio to activate a motor.

You send a signal, it's received, it starts the motor going.

That's right.

You could also, for instance, install a motorized valve in a gas pipe, could you

not?

Motorized valve in a gas pipe?

So that from a distance it would be possible to send a radio signal that

turn the gas in that pipe on or off.

I don't know.

Perhaps you could do that.

With the court's indulgence, I would like to present a demonstration that may

help the witness answer more positively.

Now, Mr. Chamberlain?

I object most strenuously, Your Honor. I feel Mr. Mason is trying to turn this

hearing into a public circus.

Objection is overruled.

Now, the court is interested in a further development of this line of

You may proceed with your demonstration, Mr. Mason.

Here is an old -fashioned gas heater exactly like the one in Laura Randall's

bedroom.

This is a standard gas hose which connects the gas source to the heater.

Here is a valve which will turn on or shut off the gas to the hose.

Here is a radio -controlled motor.

Mr. Bailiff, will you light the heater, please?

Now, Mr. Randall, what was the approximate distance from the boat you

the night of the murder to your house in town? In a straight line, that is.

Oh, about 35 miles.

Mason calling.

Can you hear me, Mr. Drake?

Repeat. Can you hear me, Paul?

Come in.

Hello, this is Paul Drake.

I read you loud and clear.

Will you tell us where you are, please?

I'm with pilot Nate Tiger.

We're in a helicopter flying at 5 ,000 feet, approximately 40 miles from the

courthouse. We're ready when you are, Perry.

May I direct the court's attention to the gas heater?

All right, Paul, I'm starting the countdown.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

First the valve is turned off.

Then the flame dies.

Then the unlit gas back on again.

Please.

All right, Paul. Thank you.

Mr. Randall, you saw the demonstration.

Is your sounding device capable of broadcasting a signal which would do the

thing? No!

It would never have occurred to me to adapt something like that.

No, and I didn't kill Laura.

And I have enslaved ten years to develop a highly complex electronic

navigational device just as a gimmick to kill people.

You're wrong.

Absolutely wrong.

Your Honor, if I may be permitted to interrupt my cross -examination of this

witness, I would like to recall a witness.

Another electronics expert who should be able to clear up the question of the

technical adaptability of a device of this kind to the modus operandi of the

crime.

Mr. Chamberlain? No objection, Your Honor.

The witness may step down for now.

Call your witness, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Bruce Sheridan.

Mr. Bruce Sheridan, understand?

Yes, I'm reasonably familiar with Walter's sounding device.

You are aware of the type and frequency of signal required to activate a

motorized valve in a gas pipe in the Randall home?

I think so, yes.

Such a valve could be quite simple, quite small.

That's right.

It would have been no problem, then, for Walter Randall to have killed his wife

literally by remote control.

No problem.

Would you say anyone familiar with basic electronics could have done it?

Well, now, I'm not sure.

Could you have killed Laura Randall in such a manner?

I beg your pardon, sir.

Mr. Sheridan, we've heard about a bad investment made by Roger Phillips with a

forged check.

And whose company was that bad investment made?

Mine. You know that. It's no secret.

And your company was all but bankrupt by the withdrawal of a defense contract.

Roger invested money with me and lost it. But that's got nothing to do with

Laura's death.

It was Laura's money.

Illegally given to you, irresponsibly lost by you.

Perhaps Laura wasn't threatening only Roger.

Perhaps she was threatening you.

Threatening to take over your company, throw you out.

I resent that. It's complete nonsense.

If things were starting to pick up, there would have been plenty of money.

You were able to manage Roger, but not Laura.

Wasn't it then you decided to kill her?

Wasn't it then you got into the Randall home and installed a motorized valve in

that gas pipe?

I certainly did not.

Somebody did, Mr. Sheridan.

If not you, who could have done it?

What about Roger?

Sure, sure, he made the bomb. He could have installed that motorized valve.

Or even Amelia.

Or Walter.

Yes, Walter Randall lived in the house.

He could have put it in.

After all, you just proved that he could have sent that radio signal.

Yes, he could have, Mr. Sheridan.

Except for one thing.

Mr. Johnson, would you please stand?

This gentleman, Mr. Sheridan, is from the Neutronics Company.

He's prepared to take the stand and testify that the self -contained

in the underwater device were being recharged without interruption from 7 o

'clock on the night of the murder until past midnight.

And without power in that underwater device, it was physically impossible for

Walter Randall to have transmitted any radio signal.

All right, all right, so he didn't send the radio signal.

Can you prove that he didn't install that motorized valve? Can you prove that

any of them didn't do it?

The question, Mr. Sheridan, is not who installed the valve, but who removed it.

I have here in these envelopes, Your Honor, physical evidence I'm prepared to

introduce and authenticate.

Flakes of rust, newly scraped, stripped threading from a galvanized iron pipe.

A single gas pipe leaving the main line in the Randall basement, going directly

to the bedroom of Laura Randall.

A gas pipe I can prove was just recently tampered with.

You can authenticate this?

Yes, Your Honor.

Someone recently worked on this gas pipe in the Randall home, and my

investigator has learned that there hasn't been an authorized plumber out

for more than a year.

Now, as I recall, the police testimony made no mention of anything unusual

the gas pipes.

Exactly.

The police reported finding nothing unusual.

And the police in this city are both efficient and thorough.

Therefore, whoever installed that valve must also have had time to remove it,

and before the police got there.

Walter Randall couldn't have done that, Mr. Sheridan.

He was aboard a boat, remember?

That still doesn't prove that I did it.

Mr. Sheridan, why did you park outside the house?

Why were you so anxious to be the first to enter and discover the body? Why did

you invent a pretext to send Judy Baldwin out to call the police?

So you and only you could remove the valve you had installed to kill Laura

Randall.

Yes.

I killed her.

I had to.

She poisoned everybody's life she touched.

Destroyed them.

She was going to destroy me.

Take away everything I had.

Everything I ever worked for.

Funny, isn't it?

Roger.

Amelia.

Walter.

Philip. Me.

Any one of us had reason to kill her.

But I guess the others couldn't do it.

Right, Abe?

America's Most Wanted. His wife threatened to walk on Fox 5.

All right, I'll tell him.

Bye.

Perry said to go ahead without him. He'd be a few minutes late.

You know, I still don't understand how Mr. Mason got onto the whole idea of how

it was done.

Well, the idea of a murder gadget or a deadly device was just a faint

possibility originally.

But then when the prosecution proved that no one else came in or out of the

house, Perry just had to assume that maybe they were right.

In which case, the killer just had to be Bruce Sheridan. Also, he had a two -way

radio in his car.

Yes, his girlfriend said he was tuning in a radio, remember?

They were up on Mulholland where the transmission's good.

And at the time he sent the signal, it killed your wife.

His girlfriend was sitting right beside him without the faintest idea of what he

was up to. He figured she'd be a pretty good alibi for him, of course.

That's right.

It's all pretty obvious.

Well, anyway, it's all pretty obvious now.

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