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Carl, I've been calling and calling. Are you all right?

Adele, take it easy.

It went off almost perfectly.

Like a dream.

Another couple of weeks and I'll be able to do it in... Mr. Slade is returning

from Europe. He'll be here tomorrow afternoon.

We'll have to give it up now, Carl. It's just too dangerous.

No.

No, we've got no choice.

I'll just have to start the ball rolling tomorrow.

Carl, please.

Tomorrow. We can't wait.

I'll see the doctor in the morning.

It'll be all right, Adele.

I promise you, everything is going to be all right.

Good night, Adele.

Good night.

My parents

wanted to help people hear better.

There is hope.

It's fine, Mr. Addison.

We'll have no trouble.

You'll want me in the hospital tonight.

We'll operate first thing in the morning, if that's agreeable.

How long will I be in the hospital?

Oh, just a couple of days.

After that, we'll let you go home, take things quietly for a week.

But let me warn you again.

For that first week, you'll have to be bandaged.

You'd be blind, in fact, even if you removed the bandages. Completely blind.

But remember, a vacation.

Six months of rest, if you can possibly manage.

Yes, I've already made the arrangements.

A nice long trip.

Just get away from it all.

Good morning, Mr. Harris.

Oh, morning, Edgar.

Mrs. Faraday phoned just a few minutes ago to say that she's most anxious to

those pearl earrings you mentioned to her. I took the liberty of making an

appointment for you for 3 o 'clock this afternoon.

Oh, sorry. I won't be able to make it. Oh?

You take over.

As a matter of fact, you'll have to take over everything for me for about a year

or so. A year?

Yes.

Oh, the operation.

You've decided to have it done.

And I know that Mr. Slade will look to you, as he has to me in the past, to see

that things run smoothly.

Thank you, sir.

You've heard that Mr. Slade is coming back?

Yes.

Yes, I heard.

I go into the hospital tonight.

No.

Now, we've been over it a hundred times. You know exactly what you have to do.

It'll be three days at the most.

And I'll let you know when I feel well enough.

Oh, Carl, please don't make me do it. I'm scared.

Adele, you've got to face the truth.

How long do you think we could go on using the firm to fence stolen jewelry

Charles Slade back home again?

We?

Well, you know what's been going on.

Shutting your eyes won't keep you out of jail.

Yes, sir. May I help you?

Yes, I'd like to see Mr. Addison. My name's Ken Cannon.

Well, hello there, Jim.

How are you?

I've tried to call you several times on the phone, but you always seem to be

busy, so I thought I'd better just come down myself.

Well, I have been pretty busy, Jim.

How's your mother?

Fine, but that isn't what I wanted to speak to you about. Well, I'm pretty

right now, as a matter of fact, Jim, but why don't you give me a call later in

the week? Because I have to talk to you now.

It's about our jewelry, our necklace out there, Mr. Addison.

Well, what about it?

Now, you cannot borrow against the collection if that's your trouble again.

Oh, I suppose I could manage a personal loan of a hundred or two, but no more

than that.

I just want to know if your company's changed its mind about selling the

collection.

Are you asking on behalf of your mother, Jim?

I haven't spoken to her, no.

Well, then, I'd say whether or not we've changed our mind happens to be none of

your business, Jim.

Then I'm going to make it my business.

Really?

Jim, you and your mother are flat broke.

Now, the Kincannon jewelry collection displayed out there is your only asset

outside a once socially prominent name, which you've managed to dirty up quite a

bit since your father died.

Mr. Addison, I'm not concerned with what you... Now, the jewelry is displayed

out there because you and your mother can't even afford the insurance.

The Slade's contract is with your mother, Jim, not you.

Now, in return for displaying the collection...

We pay the insurance costs plus a monthly rental, which helps support your

mother. Also in that contract is the stipulation that the collection stays in

our hands until such time as we, slaves, recommend a satisfactory sale. Now,

satisfactory, Mr. Kincannon, means for a sum of money which I deem adequate.

You don't think a third of a million dollars is adequate?

A what?

Don't be ridiculous. We could never get any amount like that.

We might. Listen, there's this millionaire up in San Francisco.

All we have to do is get him a new appraisal. Then when he sees the

he'll let us know whether or not he'd like to see the collection personally.

We could hear from him in a day or two.

And if he would pay that much money, my mother might agree.

Well, Jim, that's absolute nonsense.

Now, I've got enough problems without listening to your half -baked schemes.

Mr. Addison, I've got problems, too.

You're going to listen to me?

Get out of here.

Go on, get out of here before I have you thrown out.

Adele, get hold of yourself.

There's nothing he can do.

It's going to be all right.

There's nothing he can do to interfere.

It's been a long time, Jimmy.

Yeah, well, I meant to come by more than once, but...

But you can't stand cheap saloons of women, hmm?

Helen. Oh, that's what my used -to -be father -in -law called me.

Do you agree with Mr. Charles Slade? Am I cheap?

Did I ruin him?

Did I destroy the only thing I ever loved, Jimmy? Did I, huh?

Harry Slade was killed in an automobile accident.

You had nothing to do with it, Helen. It wasn't your fault.

Well, maybe he wasn't much of a husband.

But I loved him, Jimmy.

I loved him.

I've never been like a devil.

I'm sorry.

I guess it's just being an old friend.

Well, didn't Harry leave you any insurance or anything like that?

Oh, you were always a bad poker player, Jimmy.

How much?

How much did Harry owe you?

Oh, now, don't be upset.

Harry owed everybody.

Helen, I'm in trouble.

Because of Harry?

Never mind that. It doesn't matter now.

But I need money, and I need it bad.

But why did you come to me?

I've gone to everyone I know. You're my last resort.

Harry?

Yeah, he owed me some money.

Harry borrowed on his insurance until there wasn't anything left. He had a

passion for racehorses with three left feet.

And as for Daddy Slade, he hated me so much he wouldn't give me the fuzz off a

peach.

Why don't you try, Abby's father?

Sit down, Jim, sit down.

Well, I haven't seen you for some time.

Harry became a stranger to us, too, after he moved away, married that...

you young people move in different circles. You find new friends.

Are you in some sort of trouble?

Money, perhaps?

Yes, I've been hearing disturbing things about you, Jim.

The things I don't want to believe.

Also, there was that argument between you and Mr. Addison.

I only wanted to talk to him.

Mr. Raddison and I discussed the matter of your mother's necklace before he

entered the hospital.

I'm afraid I'll have to rely on his judgment.

Perhaps you'll change your mind when you hear what I have to say.

Well, go ahead.

It concerns Harry.

I guess I should have come to you sooner about this, and I meant to right after

Harry was killed, but... Get to the point, Jim.

Harry was in trouble at the company where we both worked.

It was a matter of nearly $20 ,000 he couldn't account for.

I covered up for him on the books.

Well, what was I supposed to do? Harry was my best friend, Mr. Slade.

He promised to repay it, and he did repay some of it.

Then the accident.

Harry killed.

Well, there's no way I can prove that I didn't take that money.

You're telling me my son was a thief.

Do you recall?

Granted, it was some time ago.

You asked your mother to dispose of the Kincannon necklace.

You came up with a story of being blackmailed or some such thing.

And all you wanted was money to impress some frowzy little b -girl in champagne.

That was over six years ago. It was a cheap trick you tried to pull then.

And it's a cheap trick you're trying to pull now.

Oh, Mr. Slater. You're a filthy liar. Get out.

Get out!

Call the police.

Tell me, Jim.

Why did you wait so long to contact Mr. Slade Sr.? Well, he went off to Europe

right away. I was supposed to get over the shock of his son's death.

Anyway, I kept figuring that I could get the money, but I couldn't.

Then last week, I found out that my company's going to merge with another

Which would, of course, mean a thorough audit of your company's books.

I got pretty frantic, so I went to see Mr. Addison.

But he refused to approve a sale of either the necklace or the whole

He said that according to the terms of the contract that... Well, you know the

terms of the contract, Mr. Mason.

Yes, I drew it up for your mother.

Addison isn't the last word. If in your mother's opinion... I haven't discussed

this with her yet.

You may have to.

I can't.

You see, she hasn't been very well.

Besides, her living in the memory of the past is about the only enjoyment she

has left.

And the collection is her link to it.

Adela, get our office copy of the Kincannon -Slade contract and see if you

reach Mr. Addison on the phone for me, will you please?

Right.

Now, if time's running out for you, Jim, you can't force Addison or Slade to

approve a sale if they think the offer is too low.

But we certainly can investigate it.

If the offer's high enough, we could force a sale then?

I mean, without getting Mother too involved or too upset?

I don't know about that.

But I do know we can have that collection appraised.

And there's still time enough to do that today.

They came in a few minutes ago. We were just about to close.

So they're appraising it.

Odell, listen.

I'll get out of here right away.

Oh, Carl, you're still weak. It's too risky.

We have no choice.

Now, Odell, you know what you have to do.

Carl, I can't.

You have to. I'm blind.

I can't risk touching those wires again myself.

No!

So for Ben.

Mr. Mason, I sent for you right away because I know you represent the King

Cannon. Just a moment. Do I understand you haven't called the police yet?

Perhaps your client should be grateful that I haven't.

I, well, I thought you might help me get the jewelry back even more quickly.

By pulling it out of my pocket?

Oh, not out of your pocket.

James King Cannon.

Why on earth should Jim steal something that already belongs to him?

The collection belongs to his mother, not to him.

He's in some sort of trouble at his company.

He's desperately and urgently in need of money.

Now I can't locate him. Well, even if Kincannon had the motive, Mr. Slade,

about opportunity?

Fixing those wires would seem more like an inside job to me.

James Kincannon was inside.

Yesterday. He was here with you.

But while the appraisal's being made, I understand he made some sort of excuse

to come into this room.

He stayed here a few moments alone.

A closet with a junction box opens from this room.

Paul, I want you to find Kin Cannon.

And get the jewels back?

No, Jim may be a little hot -headed, but somebody else fixed those wires.

Somebody really on the inside, most likely.

That's, for instance, an employee of Slade and Company who might have done

whole job?

Now, gentlemen, see here.

Check them all, Paul, and fast. All right.

Who you called?

Mr. Slade.

I can't very well become an accessory to a felony. I don't think you should

either.

Police Department?

Sergeant Ferris, please.

Burglary Division.

You're aware, Mr. Slade, that these sweepings here, most of them from your

workshop, are full of mineral particles?

Yes, naturally.

My men do a lot of setting work on precious and semi -precious stones.

Cutting, grinding, cleaning.

The crime lab boys found traces of these sweepings on the floor.

But the cleaning woman who left this pail here swears she didn't spill any,

knock the bucket over last night.

Which means the burglar must have.

If he got any of these particles on his shoes, he left a trail.

That's what we're hoping for, Mr. Mason.

Well, I don't see a mouth on the floor.

Well, they wouldn't be visible to the naked eye.

But this mineral dust may fluoresce, glow under black ray.

Eddie? Start about here.

That's about it, Sergeant.

By the time he came out on the roof, just about all the stuff was gone from

shoes. All right.

Our guy robs the shop, takes the stairway to the roof, crosses over it to

next building, and uses that to get down to the street again.

That penthouse apartment on the next building belongs to the company.

Mr. Addison, our general manager, is using it.

Well, let's check.

Could be. He saw something last night. Oh, I'm afraid that's impossible,

Sergeant. Mr.

Addison is temporarily blind.

He had an operation yesterday.

Look, he can still hear, can't he?

Somebody got a little clumsy around here.

I have a key.

Carl said they put him under a pretty heavy sedation. He may be asleep.

Open it.

Where's the bedroom?

In there.

How?

What in the name of... His bed hasn't even slept in.

Sergeant Ferris?

Yes?

A little rough house here, too.

Someone left a souvenir behind.

That's one of our jewelry boxes.

Hey, Sergeant!

Oh, Perry, so far not a sign of Jim Kincannon. But look, it's far -fetched

enough to figure the kid would steal his own family jewelry.

The police can't possibly be thinking of him for murder, can they?

Mr. Slade didn't quite tell us the truth, Paul.

It seems the reason he came back from Europe was because something funny's

going on with his firm.

Huh? What kind of funny?

An insurance company reported to him that three separate people who bought

jewelry from his shop had trouble getting those items insured.

What kind of trouble?

The items contained gems which investigators suspected were stolen.

Of course, the people who bought these items were perfectly innocent.

But the shop wasn't. Well, nothing's been proved yet.

But in each and every case, guess who had recommended slaves?

Jim Kincannon?

Mm -hmm.

Well, maybe he did do it. I'll still keep all my men looking for him.

Well, let's wait until we hear Jim's story, Paul.

What we need right now is to get more dope on the other people around Addison.

Well, so far it's pretty sketchy. There is one thing.

Addison was a fairly frequent visitor to a dive on Washington called Gibby's

Place. The main attraction there is a tired canary named Helen Slade.

Helen Slade?

Married to the old man's son, the boy that was killed in the automobile

accident. However, this Addison -Helen bit is only an occasional thing.

Addison's heavy romance is with a girl right at the office, Adele Bentley.

You'd better follow up on her, Paul. I'll talk with this Slade girl. You stay

with Adele Bentley.

All right, Perry.

After Jimmy left me the other night, I got to thinking.

I mean, he didn't have to be psychic to know he was in trouble. It was written

all over him.

He was in trouble, Mrs. Slade. Trouble your husband had made for him.

Yeah, but I don't know anything about that.

Did you try to help Jim?

Not with money. I couldn't.

But something kept nagging at my mind.

Something about Jimmy and money and Harry.

And then I remember Carl.

Carl Addison?

Carl and Harry were close friends.

Oh, it was at our place a month or so before, before the accident.

I was bringing ice in from the kitchen, and Carl was handing Harry some money.

What did that have to do with Jim Kincannon?

Well, it was what Carl Addison said.

He said, crumbs for Kincannon, the pigeon.

Here's the sucker's payoff.

Then Harry laughed and answered something about Vegas.

You told all this to Jim?

Last night.

Well, he got pretty excited on the phone.

You know, Mr. Mason, I thought that, well, whatever trouble that Jimmy and

were tied up in, maybe Carl was tied up in it, too.

You see, Carl's pretty well fixed.

If Jimmy pushes Carl, he might come through with some money to help him.

that's all I thought.

I'm afraid somebody's already pushed Carl.

Too hard.

But what do you mean?

Last night he was pushed off his roof.

He's dead.

He practiced every night for weeks.

He went over and over every move until he knew how to do it without using his

eyes. You know something? He would have gotten away with it. He just couldn't

have been accused. And of course, Miss Bentley had an alibi all set for

Let me get something straight, Miss Bentley.

You knew that Addison was using Slade's as a front to sell stolen jewelry, yet

you said nothing about it.

That's right.

Who else was involved with Addison in fencing and selling stolen goods?

I don't know.

Honestly, I don't. Oh, I think we can manage to find that out.

Down at police headquarters, Miss Bentley.

I'm sorry to inform you, but you're under arrest as an accomplice in the

of Slade and Company.

If you please.

Just a moment, Tragg.

Did you just follow them here?

Oh, no, no. I dropped over to have a talk with you about James Kincannon.

Oh, with all the things Miss Bentley has just told us, I doubt if you'll still

be so anxious to see our client.

Oh, we're seeing Concannon right now.

Down at police headquarters.

Well?

That's him. Number three.

Craig, what's this all about? Who is that man?

Jack Shaw.

Adrith, Las Vegas.

His profession?

Expert jewelry thief.

That's the man who supplied Addison with some of the stolen jewelry he sold

through Slade's. Then what about Kincannon?

Why are you holding him?

Well, we'll hold up on the robbery charges, I suppose.

But what do we want him tried for is the murder of his partner.

Partner? You mean Addison?

James Kincannon knew that Addison was stealing that jewelry.

They may have planned it together. Who knows?

He must have waited for Addison to come back with the stuff, wrestled it away

from him, and then killed him.

Drag of all the wild theories you've ever had. That man, Shaw, is the man who

gave Addison the stolen jewelry to sell.

But he just identified your client, James Kincannon, as the man who paid off

the stolen jewelry.

Now, uh...

What was that about, uh, wild theory, uh, counselor?

Now's the best time to... 800 -252 -1988.

Well, I guess it was about seven months ago.

After I deliver this hot stuff to Addison, he calls me and tells me to

guy in a place in Vegas.

So it was in Las Vegas that this guy, as you call him, met you and paid you for

the stolen jewelry?

Yeah, five grand.

And is this guy in court, Mr. Shaw? Can you identify him?

That's him.

James Kincannon.

That's all.

Your witness.

When my client was arrested, he was returning from Las Vegas. Now, he'd gone

there the night of the murder looking for you.

But you weren't there, were you?

No. I was out of town.

According to my client...

A man named Harry Slade lost $5 ,000 to you in a Las Vegas card game.

Now, that Las Vegas meeting seven months ago, Mr. Shaw, wasn't that when my

client gave you $5 ,000 to pay off Harry Slade's gambling debt?

You're out of your mind.

Gambling debt?

He gave me five grand to pay off a hot jewelry.

Period.

Well, it was shortly before 9 o 'clock on the evening when Mr.

Addison was murdered.

that he phoned me at the shop.

I had not quite finished cataloging the new stock that had arrived that day, but

he suggested that I go home.

And it... it puzzled me.

Really? Why, Mr. Whitehead?

With all due respect, Mr. Addison was never particularly concerned about the

number of hours he requested the staff to work overtime.

And yet on this one night...

Even though you had not completed your inventory on this night, he asked you to

leave the shop and go home at once. Is that correct?

That's right.

I did so about five minutes later.

Thank you, Mr. Whitehead. Your witness.

Mr. Whitehead, you were present when the defendant, accompanied by Mr. Horace

Welling and myself, visited the shop?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Welling came in to appraise the Kincannon collection.

Isn't it possible that during that appraisal...

The defendant handled that particular jewel box and in doing so placed his

fingerprints on it?

Well, yes, I'm certain that he... Oh, no.

No, I'm sorry, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Kincannon couldn't have handled the necklace case.

Why not, Mr. Whitehead?

Because I personally took the case from the stand and gave the necklace

to Mr. Welling.

And then...

I put the case back on the stand.

Yes. Yes, I'm sure of it.

Thank you, Mr. Whitehead. That's all.

And after you had fixed the burglar alarm wires in the afternoon, and after

Whitehead had been sent home so that the store was empty, it was then Carl

Addison himself, despite his temporary blindness, who stole the Ken Cannon

collection.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Miss Bentley.

Mr. Mason?

When did you last see Carl Addison?

On the night of his death.

You went to the penthouse?

Yes, around 7 o 'clock.

You had a key. You let yourself in.

Yes.

Did he have any other visitors while you were there?

No. Was he expecting any?

No. What time did you leave?

Around 9, a few minutes after.

Then you were there when Addison phoned Mr. Whitehead at the shop.

Yes. The day after the robbery and the murder, you didn't go back to work after

lunch. Why?

I was scared.

Because you had participated in a robbery?

Yes.

Are you sure you left Carl Addison's apartment at 9 o 'clock?

I didn't kill him, I swear it.

I loved him.

No further questions at this time.

There was already a search on for King Cannon before homicide got into it.

Before they called me to look at the murder apartment.

Where was the defendant apprehended, Lieutenant?

The highway patrol stopped him.

He was driving back from Las Vegas.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Your witness.

Lieutenant, you testified there was evidence of a struggle inside the murder

apartment. That's correct.

A car had been overturned, a lamp broken.

And in your opinion, the struggle continued outside under the roof garden?

Yes, that's right.

Isn't it possible that during the struggle, the case containing the

necklace fell to the floor of the roof garden, spilling its contents?

Well, I suppose it's possible.

The struggle over, the killer could then have picked up the necklace and the

rest of the collection and left the case lying there on the floor.

Yes, sir.

It could have all happened just that way.

Except...

We found the jewelry case inside the locked apartment.

Yes, Lieutenant.

We did, didn't we?

Now, let's get this straight, Mr. Slade. Are we to understand that you also were

at the Addison apartment on the night of the murder?

Yes. I don't recall the exact time. It was around 9 .30.

That's very interesting. Go on.

The apartment was dark.

I rang the bell a number of times, but there was no reply.

I was concerned.

Mr. Addison had just returned from the hospital.

So what did you do?

I went to the phone booth across the street and I phoned him.

He said he'd been asleep.

I apologized for disturbing him, but I told him I wanted to discuss some

information I'd received from the insurance company.

Well, he said he was tired and weak and couldn't have waited until morning.

I agreed.

Go on, sir. I walked back to my car and was about to drive away.

when another car pulled up in front of Mr. Addison's apartment house building.

The driver got out.

He went inside.

And did you recognize the driver of the other car?

Yes.

It was James Kincannon.

And what did you do then, Mr. Slade?

Well, I was curious.

Besides, I wanted to talk to Mr. Kincannon to discuss this business about

steering customers into my shop.

So I waited for him. You waited for the defendant?

How long was he inside the building?

Oh, five minutes or so.

I called to him when he came out, but he didn't hear me.

And by the time I'd crossed the street, he'd driven off.

Now, let's see.

Addison was killed between 9 .30 and 10 .30.

At 9 .40, you talked with Addison on the phone.

At 9 .50, you saw the defendant arrive at the apartment building and go inside.

And at 10 o 'clock, you saw him come out of the building and drive away. Is that

your testimony, sir?

That is right.

Thank you, Mr. Slade.

Your witness.

Gentlemen, it's just about time for adjournment.

The court will recess until 9 .30 tomorrow morning.

Come to preach. Stay for dinner.

We'd be very honored to have you come for dinner.

Well, just relax in the front porch and talk a little business.

Corporation's really growing, isn't it?

Andy Griffith, Sunday mornings at 11 on WGN Channel 9.

A new timeout.

One minute, ten seconds. You?

That elevator to Addison's penthouse is slower than a slow boat to you -know

-where. Two minutes, fifteen seconds, street to lobby, lobby to rooftop.

Overall time, three minutes, twenty -five seconds. Which is slicing it

thin. I know. Still, the struggle could have been over very quickly.

Yeah, but it doesn't give the killer much time to get away.

Well, suppose he didn't. At least not then.

Killer heard the elevator, ducked back into the penthouse.

Ken Cannon came along, just as he said.

Stumbled over the empty jewelry case, picked it up.

and tossed it in front of the door just before he left.

Oh. Then you figure the killer had to be there to see Kincannon handle the case,

after which the killer planted it inside the apartment.

How else could it have been?

One thing for sure, part of Slade's story is true.

It happened exactly as I testified.

I did phone Mr. Addison from the phone booth, and I did see James Kincannon go

inside.

About five minutes elapsed from the moment you completed your call until the

arrival of James Kincannon at the apartment house?

Please, the court.

Your Honor, I intend to show that the murder took place within those five

minutes and that Addison was dead before my client arrived on the scene.

Go on, Mr. Mason.

Now, Mr. Slade, you went up to Addison's penthouse before you made that call?

Yes. Around 9 .30. When you got up to the penthouse, was there a light inside?

No, the place was dark.

You recall when we visited the penthouse the following morning, we found

evidence of a struggle on the roof garden.

That's right.

I didn't see all that when I was up there at 9 .30.

You then went downstairs to make a call from a phone booth.

During the time you were in the phone booth, did you see anyone enter or leave

that building?

No.

After you'd completed your call, You then walked back to your car.

Did you see anyone enter or leave during that time?

No, it was after I got in my car and was about to drive away that I saw Jim

Kincannon come up and go inside.

Now, Mr. Slade, let's consider the facts as you've related them.

At 9 .30, when you called on Mr. Addison, you found no signs of a

the penthouse doors were locked.

That's right.

About ten minutes later, you spoke to Mr. Addison.

He must have been alive then, and he must have been inside the locked

Yes, I would assume so.

Now, those penthouse doors could be locked only by hand -closing a bolt from

inside the apartment or by using a key from the outside. Is that correct?

Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, I know you're right.

Mr. Addison often kept valuable merchandise in the apartment. The

was a safety precaution.

On the morning after the murder...

I was with you and Sergeant Ferris when we found the empty jewelry case with

Kincannon's fingerprints on it inside the apartment.

And how did we get into the apartment, Mr. Slade?

Well, it was locked and... Well, I unlocked it.

With your key?

Yes.

Your Honor, I would like to interrupt the testimony of this witness to recall

Lieutenant Tragg.

Yes, Kincannon left the building just before 10.

Our investigation shows that he drove straight to Las Vegas.

Now, the struggle that started inside the penthouse and continued out onto the

roof garden must have occurred after 9 .45, is that correct?

Yes. Not before James Kincannon's arrival, not after he departed, but in

was left of the five or seven minutes he was in the building, not including the

time it took him to go up and down in a slow elevator.

The way it must have been.

Lieutenant, did James Kincannon have a key to that penthouse?

We searched him, his car, and his home looking for the jewels.

No, he didn't have such a key.

The dead man, did he have his key when you found him?

Yes.

Now, if James Kincannon killed Addison, would you please tell me, Lieutenant,

how his fingerprints got on that empty jewel case found inside a locked

penthouse? Why would he have put it there?

And what, or better still, how could he have locked that door?

Well, I, uh... I guess I don't know.

Addison had a key, Mr. Slade had a key, and... And Adele Bentley had a key.

Yes, when I left at nine, I locked the door behind me.

Now, this is important, Miss Bentley. As one of the three people who had a key

to that apartment, did you or did you not return to that apartment?

Your Honor.

I must protest these harassing tactics.

Since when is it harassment to prove a point?

Well, you've already done that, Mr. Mason, beautifully.

You've already proved that your client has to be the murderer.

Would you clarify that, Mr. Berger?

Certainly, Your Honor.

The simple facts are these.

Adele Bentley left the penthouse at 9 p .m. and did not return.

Point number two, Mr. Slade visited there at 9 .30, but saw no signs of a

struggle. Point number three, Mr. Slade phoned Mr.

Addison at 9 .40, thus proving that at least at 9 .40 Mr. Addison was still

alive. Point number four, even Mr. Mason admits that his client was there

between 9 .50 and 9 .55.

And point number five, between 9 .40 and 10 o 'clock, Mr. Slade had the front

entrance to the apartment under constant surveillance.

During that time, only one person went up to the penthouse and came down again.

And that one person was James Kincannon.

Any comment, Mr. Mason?

Your Honor, everything Mr. Berger says is quite true, with one exception.

There was another way to reach that penthouse.

Your Honor, even if someone had landed there by helicopter... One moment, Mr.

Berger.

What other way to the penthouse were you about to describe?

The way Mr. Addison himself got to the penthouse after he'd committed the

robbery. Over the rooftops.

And if a blind man could do it, why not someone else?

You may go ahead with your examination, Mr. Mason.

Now, Miss Bentley, you and the rest of the staff at Slade's took inventory

the robbery.

What records did you use?

A card index system.

Did those cards include the new stock received the day before? Was every item

listed?

Why, yes.

But Mr. Whitehead testified that he did not complete cataloging the new stock

the night of the murder.

That he went home early at 9 o 'clock on Mr. Addison's orders.

That's right. I did.

Isn't it possible, Mr. Whitehead, that you stayed on that night to finish the

cataloging? Isn't it possible that you were an eyewitness when Addison, even

though he was blind, stole the Kincannon collection?

Isn't it possible that you and only you got into the penthouse without being

seen by Mr. Slade?

No. No!

You could have done it by following the blind Addison.

You could have slipped into the penthouse when he was on the phone with

Slade.

A third of a million dollars in jewelry.

And already stolen by someone else.

Was the temptation too much for you?

Didn't you take the jewelry, kill Addison?

Then tried to frame Kincannon after he'd come up to the roof garden, after he'd

handled the empty jewelry case.

Only one thing I don't understand, Mr. Whitehead.

Addison was blind.

He couldn't see you.

Why did you have to kill him?

He heard me take the necklace from the case.

He grabbed me.

He recognized my voice when I cried out.

I had to.

I understand.

I had to kill him.

How fast does Anbasol start to relieve toothache pain?

Before you can say... Whitehead had just struck Addison down when Jimmy came up.

He dragged Addison inside the apartment and saw you handle the jewelry case.

In his panic, Whitehead tried desperately to frame Jimmy.

However, when he locked the jewelry case inside the apartment with Addison's key

and put the key back in Addison's pocket before he threw him off the roof, he

made an awful mistake.

I understand that.

But what bothers me is the testimony of that man Shaw from Las Vegas.

But all the things the police blame you for, Jimmy, were done or started by

Harry. I'm afraid it was Harry who was involved with Addison in fencing stolen

jewelry. Harry also embezzled his own company's money.

Jim became involved only because...

Only because he was a very good friend to your son.

I'm afraid I have a lot to make up for.

To both of you.

A Marine commando who refused to take over.

An undercover cop who plays by his own rules.

His parents were murdered.

Call 1 -800 -648 -1199 now.