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Okay.

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.