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Here we are.

Dad?

Your breakfast is getting cold.

What is it, Muriel?

Dad, he didn't finish his breakfast and
I... I'm looking for him. It's obvious

he's not here.

Sorry, Nazby.

Oh, what are you doing banging around
this time of night?

I'm sorry I woke you, Glamis.

Oh, it's not me, silly.

You might have wakened hardly.

Hardly? Hartley Elliott here?

Mm -hmm.

In the guest room.

Something went wrong with his car when
he brought me home, so of course I asked

him to spend the night in the guest
room.

Well, Dad didn't finish his breakfast,
and he hasn't left for the office.

Well, I just don't know where he is.

Would you look out in that smelly old
shop of his?

Now's the best time to... Muriel Gilman.

Now for the address.

6231 Volksman.

Oh, fine, Miss Gilman.

Yes, and try not to worry too much.

I'll have Mr. Mason call as soon as he
comes in.

You're very welcome.

Goodbye.

Gilman.

Carter Gilman.

Morning, Della. Morning, Perry.

A young woman just called and she's lost
her father and she seems terribly

frightened. What do you mean she's lost
her father? Well, it just so happens

that he disappeared right in the middle
of breakfast.

It's a good place to disappear.

Perry, she found your name on a list of
appointments in his briefcase.

Do I know him?

Not that I know of. Carter Gilman?

That rings no bells.

Perry, yesterday afternoon late a man
called. He wanted an appointment and

it was of extreme urgency.

I gave him an appointment at 11 .30.
Here, 11 .30 this morning. Mr. Edward

Carter.

Edward Carter, Carter Gilman.

Carter Gilman's address is 6231
Volksman.

Mr. Edward Carter also left an address.

6231 Volksman?

I think we'd better get in touch with
your frightened young lady right away.

The red stain on the floor is not blood.

It's paint.

Oh, thank heaven.

But there was obviously quite a fight in
here.

This must have been knocked over during
the struggle.

Your father's workshop?

Yes. Woodworking is his hobby.

He's very good at it.

He certainly uses fine woods.

A hundred of these bills scattered on
the floor.

Ten thousand dollars.

But where did it come from?

I don't know.

That money isn't mine. I don't want any
part of it. All right, Miss Gilderman.

I'll hold it for a while.

Now, other than you and your father, who
was in the house?

Nancy, my stepmother.

Glamis Barlow, my stepsister.

And Hartley Elliott, Glamis' boyfriend.

He spent the night here.

I saw him leave a few minutes ago.

You said your father seemed preoccupied
with something outside the dining room

window.

I guess he saw something out there. But
why didn't he tell me?

Mr. Mason, do you think he saw someone
coming into this workshop?

Or someone leaving it.

Now, suppose you find me a recent
picture of your father.

What are you going to do, Mr. Mason?

Call the police?

No, not yet.

I'll wait and see what happens at 11.

He's here, Perry.

All right, bring him in.

Tell Gertie to get hold of Paul for me.

Mr. Edward Carter.

Mr. Mason?

Won't you sit down, Mr. Carter?

I believe you told Miss Street this was
a matter of extreme urgency.

I'm acting on behalf of a friend.

A very dear friend.

A woman who happens to be married to a
man who was also a friend of mine.

Nancy Gilman.

Mr. Carter, I'll take your case on one
condition.

I want you to assign to me all your
right, title, and interest, whatever it

be, to the contents of that workshop.

All those contents that exist at the
present time or existed at any other

during the day.

Well, I'll sign anything, Mr. Mason, but
quite obviously, since I'm only a guest

at the house and own nothing in the
workshop or any place else there, such a

paper would be a legal absurdity.

I'd simply like to have what we lawyers
call color of title to give me a legal

right to explore the premises.

Now, if it's agreeable, I'll have my
secretary get together with you in the

outer office, draw up a bill of sale,
and we'll go right to work.

Look, Mr. Mason.

Apparently, I have no choice.

Thank you.

On Earth. If that $10 ,000 from the
workshop now locked in our safe is money

collected to pay blackmail, I'd have a
legitimate excuse to hold it. Moreover,

couldn't be accused of suppressing
evidence. You understand?

Hi, Perry. You want to see me?

Suspected blackmail victim.

This is Nancy Gilman.

Nancy Gilman is supposedly being
blackmailed by a private investigator

Vera Martel, who evidently... Wait a
minute.

Wrong tent.

Was, not is.

Your lady private eye isn't blackmailing
anybody.

She's dead.

Where's Gilman?

Called his office and whatever it was
his secretary told him. He signed the

of sale without even reading it and just
hurried off.

I've no hope of catching him now.

Paul, are you sure Vera Martell is dead?

I didn't check the corpse personally,
but I'm sure.

What happened?

The highway patrol found a body down a
ravine in the Hollywood Hills.

Turned out to be one Vera Martell.

Accident? Supposed to look like it, but
it wasn't. It was murder.

She was strangled sometime this morning.

Pretty funny routine, too.

What do you mean?

Well, Vera's clothes were loaded with
sawdust. Sawdust from real expensive

yet. And one spot on her dress was all
smeared with red paint.

Figure that one.

I can.

It won't take the police long either.

What?

I've been playing a blind hand and I've
just been raised.

Paul, I'm going to start a little rough
probing in the hope I can push someone

into running. If they start running, I
want to know where they go and what they

do. All right.

We checked his office. He wasn't there.

Now, do you still insist none of you
knows where Mr. Gilman is?

If you doubt our answers, why waste our
time and yours with stupid questions?

Would you also characterize murder as
stupid?

Dad, I knew something was wrong. I knew
it. Oh, relax.

If he were dead, Mr. Mason wouldn't be
asking where he is.

Mr. Mason, is there anything else you
wish to know?

Yes.

Did any of you withdraw $10 ,000 from
the bank?

Does any one of you know if Mr. Gilman
withdrew $10 ,000 from the bank?

Do any of you know Vera Martell?

Thanks.

You've been a big help, all of you.

Mr. Mason, you take a name out of thin
air and you throw it at us.

Who is Vera Martell?

She was a private detective, possibly a
blackmailer.

She was murdered this morning.

Well, what has that got to do with us?

I've reason to believe the police are
going to claim that she was strangled to

death in the workshop behind your
garage.

And that $10 ,000, either a bribe or
blackmail payment, was left in that

workshop while someone disposed of Vera
Martell's body.

You're either drunk or crazy.

That is probably the police.

When they're finished, let me know if
you think they're drunk or crazy.

Perry Mason answering door.

Counselor, we traced a taxi receipt to
the dead woman's purse to this address.

I have a search warrant here. You'll
find the sawdust and the red paint in

workshop behind the garage.

Excuse me. Sergeant?

I had a hunch you might be headed here.

Oh, I know you're inside.

Now, the cops take a dim view of
breaking and entering, but then I'm not

I'm a friend. I work for Perry Mason.

So, uh, maybe you better come on out
now.

Carter Gilman?

I don't know who you are, mister.

Not yet.

You made us move in before we wanted to.

This place has been staked out for an
hour.

Gilman, you're under arrest.

You're wanted in Los Angeles for the
murder of Vera Martel.

It's not a... Thank you.

If I'm lucky, they didn't toss me in the
clink.

What about Carter Gilman?

Well, he waived extradition and they
flew him down to L .A. I imagine they're

booking him now.

Glamis Barlow?

Oh, we found her all right.

She went straight to her father's house
and stayed there.

Her real father?

Stephen A. Barlow.

Ian Glamis' mother would have worked
several years ago. He lives in Las

There's only one trouble. He really
isn't her real father.

Oh, now that really makes sense.

Perry, I think we hit the jackpot.

I have to get a friend stoned to do it,
and he'll probably hate me. But I found

out why Mrs. Gilman was being
blackmailed. Before she became Mrs.

our girl was Mrs. Stephen A. Barlow.
Before that, Miss Nancy Adair, an

uninhibited Greenwich Village artist.

Uninhibited? You mean her daughter,
Glamis Barlow, isn't Glamis Barlow?

You guessed it. The real papa's John
Yerman.

Only it seems this Yerman was a creep,
and Nancy came to despise him.

And, as to Nancy, impending motherhood
alone was no must for matrimony, so she

left him, disappeared.

How in the world did you get all this
information?

Well, the answer to that is part of the
story.

Nancy then married Stephen A. Barlow.

Glamis was born. Years go by. She
divorces Stephen A. Barlow and marries

Gilman. But in the meantime, big things
are happening to John Yerman.

He inherits $20 million.

I suppose Yerman wanted to find this
girl he'd never seen.

That's right. However, he died a little
over a year ago without ever seeing her.

Nonetheless, he willed every cent of his
estate to this unknown child, if alive.

Did his estate locate Glamis?

Well, yes and no.

Glamis still doesn't know about either
Yerman or the money.

Nancy, Mrs. Gilman, went to New York,
established Glamis' identity, and

with the estate.

How much was involved in the settlement?

Two million dollars tax -free on one
condition.

That Glamis or anyone else need never
know the true story of her birth record.

As far as I can find out, the money's in
a secret trust, and Glamis still thinks

that this Stephen A. Barlow in Las Vegas
is her real father.

So, Muriel, Glamis, Nancy, Carter, and
now Stephen Barlow are

involved. Well, there's one more, the
Gilman's overnight guest, Glamis'

boyfriend, Hartley Elliott.

Yes, by the way, Paul, I want to get to
that boy first.

Tonight? If possible.

You wanted to ask me a few questions,
Mr. Mason?

How well do you know the Gilman family,
Mr. Elliott?

Well, I don't.

Except, of course, for Glamis.

And I have met her stepsister, Muriel.

You've been going with Glamis?

Yes.

We've been thinking seriously of getting
married, in fact.

Now, that particular night when you
brought Glamis home, your car battery

dead, I understand.

Yes.

I stayed overnight in the Gilman guest
room. Had a new battery brought over in

the morning.

You got up early then. Did you see or
hear anything unusual?

As a matter of fact, yes.

I happened to look out of the window
while I was dressing, and I noticed

running from the workshop in back of the
garage.

Someone who seemed frightened?

Yes.

I must admit, I was a bit curious.

But then Glamis said something to me
that made me realize I must have been

wrong. Glamis said something?

Sure.

She was the one I thought I saw.

You mean you saw Glamis running out of
the workshop just a few minutes before

you heard Muriel looking for her father?

That's right.

You tell that story on the witness
stand, and you'll be putting the girl

hope to marry into the gas chamber for
first -degree murder.

He's kidding, isn't he?

No, I'm afraid not.

Well, if I'm not subpoenaed, I can't
testify.

And if I can't be found, I can't be
subpoenaed.

Mr. Elliott, if you're thinking of
running away as an attorney and officer

the court, I must tell you it's your
duty to testify.

You've done your duty.

Now don't worry about mine.

and distinctive petechial hemorrhagic
spots.

And could you tell us, Doctor, at what
time death occurred?

Vera M. Martell had been strangled to
death manually sometime between 7 .45 a

.m. and 9 .15 a .m.

She had been dead for some time before
her body was thrown down the side of the

cliff. And there were bits of sawdust
found under the decedent's fingernails.

that correct?

That is correct.

Thank you, Dr. Hoxley. That'll be all.

This is another sample of the sawdust
identical to the sawdust.

Found on the clothes and body of the
victim.

And this, Lieutenant?

Yes, those are human hairs.

Identical to those of the victim.

Vera M. Martell.

And finally this.

Yes, that's modeling clay.

Now, Lieutenant, would you please tell
this court exactly where you found the

sawdust, the bits of the decedent's
hair, and the modeling clay?

In the trunk of Carter Gilman's car.

Now, continue, Mr. Fowler.

Well, this man came to me with clay
exactly like this.

There were impressions in the clay.

And using them, I made him a set of
keys.

Now, these keys in this case belong to
the decedent, Vera Martell.

I ask you to examine them and to tell us
if there's any similarity between Vera

Martell's keys and the ones you made up.
Yes, they're absolutely identical.

And would you tell this court, please,
for whom you made a duplicate set of

Martell's keys?

I made them for Mr.

Carter Gilman.

And now, Miss Gilman, when you left the
dining room, where did you go?

To the kitchen.

I prepared the sausage and egg that my
father had asked for.

And then what?

Well, when I came back... My father

was gone.

That'll be all.

Your witness.

The defense has no questions at this
time.

The prosecution's next witness was
apprehended a few days ago at the

trying to leave town.

I call Hartley Elliott to the stand,
please.

Mr. Elliott, when you were getting
dressed in the morning of the murder,

stood and looked out the window?

Yes. You were able to see the door of
the workshop?

Yes. Did you see anybody running out of
that door?

I don't remember.

Really, Mr. Elliott?

Well, let me be more specific then. Did
you see Glamis Barlow run out of that

workshop door?

I refuse to answer.

On what grounds?

No grounds. I simply refuse to answer.

The witness will answer.

Unless the question tends to incriminate
or degrade him.

I refuse to answer.

Mr. Elliott, unless you answer that
question, you are going to jail for

contempt.

I refuse to answer.

Very well.

It is the judgment of the court that you
be committed to county jail for

contempt of this court and held there
until such time as you either answer the

question or give just cause why you
shouldn't answer it.

I refuse to answer.

Nail it.

Remove the witness from the court.

All right, Mr. Berger.

Call your next witness.

Glamis Barlow to the stand, please.

Is Glamis Barlow in the court?

She will be shortly, Your Honor.

I've had her subpoenaed, and since she's
a material witness, and I was afraid

she might leave the jurisdiction of this
court... I had her taken into custody a

few hours ago.

If it pleased the court... Just a
moment, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Berger, this court is conducting a
preliminary hearing. It is not intended

to function as a grand jury.

I'm well aware of that, Your Honor.

Your Honor, apparently Mr. Berger would
like nothing better than to have Miss

Barlow joined as a co -defendant in a
superior court trial.

But I will not stand by and allow her to
be maneuvered into a situation in which

she might forfeit her constitutional
rights.

The court feels as you do, Mr. Mason.

Great care will be exercised.

Will you take the stand, please, Miss
Barlow?

Raise your right hand, please.

Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the

truth? I do. State your name.

Glamis Barlow. Be seated, please.

Glamis Barlow.

The court advises you that you do not
have to answer any question which, in

opinion, may tend to incriminate you.

Now, remember, any answers you do give
here may be used against you at any

How do you understand that?

Yes, Your Honor.

Very well.

You may proceed, Mr. Berger.

Miss Barlow, are you acquainted with the
decedent Vera Martel, or were you

acquainted with her during her lifetime?

I do not know of Vera Martel.

I call your attention now to the morning
of the 13th of this month, and I ask

you if between the hours of 8 and 8 .30
you were at your residence.

I was.

Between those times, or at any other
time during that morning, did you have

occasion to visit the workshop of the
defendant Carter Gilman?

Objected to, Your Honor.

The question is leading and suggestive
and a deliberate attempt to make the

witness testify against herself.

The court is inclined to sustain that
objection.

Your Honor, this witness has been
advised of her rights. She hasn't been

with any crime yet.

Will you state it is not your intention
to charge her with a crime the moment

this preliminary hearing is over?

If it pleases the court.

I will make no statement whatever at
this time as to the intentions of the

prosecution. I believe that my question
is perfectly proper and I demand that

this witness answer it.

Well, I want to answer the question. No,
no, no. I wasn't anywhere near the

room.

Mr. McCoy, will you please tell this
court where you reside?

I live in Las Vegas, Nevada.

And what is your occupation, sir?

I'm a car dealer.

Are you acquainted with Glamis Barlow?

Yeah, I know her by sight, and I've seen
her frequently around the casino where

I work.

Did you happen to see her on the 13th of
this month?

Yes, I did. Where? If the court please,
this is a continued obvious attempt to

try Glamis Barlow as a co -defendant at
this hearing.

It is the contention of the prosecution,
Your Honor, that Carter Gilman killed

Vera Martel in his workshop, and that
Glamis Barlow was his accomplice in that

killing and indisposal of the body.

Carter Gilman had had duplicates made of
Vera Martel's keys.

The prosecution furthered claims that
the defendant delivered those keys to

Glamis Barlow, who then preceded him to
Las Vegas, where she entered Vera

Martel's office and searched there for
an incriminating document.

Incriminating to whom?

Incriminating to Glamis Barlow and
Carter Gilman.

I, uh, I am inclined to rule that, uh...

This line of questioning be permissible
is tending to prove motivation. However,

I would like a statement from you, Mr.
District Attorney, as to what you expect

to prove by this witness.

It just so happens, Your Honor, that
Vera Martell's office is just across the

hall from the offices of the casino
which employs this witness.

He is prepared to make a positive
identification of Glamis Barlow as the

he saw surreptitiously leaving Vera
Martell's office, the same office in

Carter Gilman was later arrested.

We renew our objections.

There is no proof Carter Gilman did, in
truth, give any office key to Glamis

Barlow. Before ruling on this objection,
the court wishes to take this whole

matter under advisement.

This court is adjourned until 10 a .m.
tomorrow.

Perry. I finally located that 10 grand
you found in the workshop.

The blackmail money? Good.

Maybe good, maybe not.

Who told you it was blackmail money?

Well, it had to be.

The money had to belong to one of the
Gilmans.

Obviously, the one who was being
blackmailed by Vera Martell.

Nope, you're wrong. The money belonged
to Vera Martell.

Belonged to Vera Martell? She withdrew
it from her own account in a Las Vegas

bank. $10 ,000 in $100 bills.

Well, good evening, Perry, Paul,
Kellett.

Lieutenant Tragg, what can I do for you?
Nothing.

Um, nothing for me.

Perry, unofficially, and as a friend,
I'm tipping you off.

Two hours after court, Hartley Elliott
cracked and hollered to the D .A.

He's ready to go on the stand and
testify as to whom he saw running out of

workshop.

Glamis Barlow.

All right.

But you didn't just come here to tell me
something unofficially, now did you?

Somebody else talked, Perry.

This is a subpoena.

Deuces take them.

Directing you to appear in court as a
prosecution witness.

And ordering you to bring with you the
$10 ,000 you took from the scene of the

murder.

I'm sorry, Perry.

Really sorry.

Paul, with your men following Glamis
Barlow in Las Vegas, wouldn't it have

impossible for her to have broken into
Vera Martell's office without them

her? I swear she never went near the
place.

This dealer, Glenn McCoy, is prepared to
swear that he saw her coming out of the

office. Perry, he's got to be lying. At
the time he says he saw her, my men had

her under surveillance.

I wonder, Paul.

I really wonder.

Paul, outside of the police department,
who is the best lie detector technician

in town?

Cartman Jasper.

Della, get hold of this Mr. Jasper. I'll
need him and his equipment.

When?

About an hour. Half an hour if he can
manage it.

Paul, when did Vera Martell get that
money out of her bank?

Ten days before she was killed.

I want to know exactly what she did
every hour of those ten days. Where she

went, who she saw.

All right, Perry, I'll check into it.

Perry,

it's too late for bail.

Now, just how do you intend to get
Glamis Barlow out of jail for the lie

detector test?

The test isn't for Glamis.

It's for her mother, Mrs. Gilman.

But why is Glamis in jail in the first
place?

If it's just because they want to use
her as a witness... It seems to me you

could have gotten her out, Mr. Mason.
You could have done something.

The minute we post a bond, she'll be
rearrested and charged as an accessory

after the fact of murder or as co
-defendant in the murder.

You're sure of that?

Yes, I'm sure of that.

For the moment, I'd rather she stay
right where she is.

Then exactly what is it you're doing
here?

What is it you want?

I want to know whether or not you ever
knew Vera Martell.

I never heard of the creature.

She wasn't blackmailing you?

Mr. Mason.

I've lived my own life.

I assume by now you know the truth about
Glamis's birth.

Anyone could dig into my past and find
out about that.

I don't deny it.

You haven't answered my question.

Not Vera Martell, not anybody ever has
or ever will blackmail me. Mrs. Gilman,

are you telling the truth?

Will you take a lie detector test right
now, tonight?

It wouldn't be admissible in court as
evidence.

But if you didn't know Vera Martell, if
she wasn't blackmailing you, then at

least I'd want the newspapers to know
about it.

You have nothing to fear, Mrs. Gilman.

The truth will help both your husband
and your daughter.

Well?

Mrs. Gilman, answer my questions either
yes or no.

The polygraph.

We'll be checking on your pulse, blood
pressure, skin resistance, and

respiration as you answer.

Avoid any muscular movement.

And try to think only of the questions
and answers.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Is your first name Nancy?

Yes.

Are you married to Carter Gilman?

Yes.

Did you know a person named Vera M.
Martell?

No.

Do you live in Los Angeles?

Yes.

Has anyone tried to blackmail you during
the past three months?

No.

Are you the mother...

of a daughter named Glamis?

Yes.

Do you know Stephen A. Barlow?

Yes.

Very good, Mrs. Gilman.

Now, we'll repeat the same questions in
the same order two more times just to

make sure of our results.

Are you ready?

Yes. I just put her to bed with a
sedative.

She was about ready to collapse.

Well, Mr. Jasper?

As far as your case is concerned, Mr.
Mason, she's telling the truth.

I'm sure she never knew Vera Martell,
and she's never been blackmailed.

What about this identical reaction each
time to the same question?

No doubt about it. She's lying about
Glamis. Could it be a reaction of shame?

No, definitely not.

It's something else.

Some emotional disturbance in connection
with the statement that she has a

daughter named Glamis.

Do you suppose Glamis isn't her
daughter?

That could be, I suppose.

Well, considering her real father's $20
million and that Mrs. Gilman has already

taken $2 million of it, that certainly
should have been a setup for blackmail.

Now, what do you think, Perry?

I think we'd better get in touch with
Paul.

Yeah?

Yeah?

What time?

4 .05 to L .A. Good.

Perry, we found something.

Vera Martell? For nine of her last ten
days, she did nothing out of the

ordinary, went nowhere unusual, and saw
nobody special.

The tenth day?

Vera took a plane to Redding,
California. She stayed there half the

she flew to Los Angeles. And, of course,
she was murdered here the next morning.

What happened in Redding?

I've got an operative there, Alan
Connors. He's a top man. He's waiting to

you a full report.

Go ahead, Connors. This is Mason.

Well, Vera Martell was met at Reading
Airport by Phyllis Monroe.

Phyllis drove her straight to the Monroe
estate.

Estate? Well, the Monroes are upper,
upper crust in Reading. The mother's

The father is or was a big -shot tycoon.

It's not common knowledge, but the old
man's had some rough going business

lately. The daughter of Phyllis is the
most attractive dish in town.

How long was Vera at the Monroe place?

A couple of hours.

Vera took the first plane out of
Reading, the 405 to Los Angeles.

Connors, get all you can on the Monroes.

Most important of all, get pictures of
them.

I want you to fly the stuff down here
tonight so I have it in my hands before

court convenes in the morning. Charter a
plane if you have to, but please get

that stuff down here.

Alan, let me know what time you're going
to arrive.

I'll meet you.

If the witness will now answer all
questions willingly and fairly, he will

deemed to have purged himself of the
contempt and the sentence will be

You may proceed.

Mr. Elliott, did you see Glamis Barlow
at approximately 8 .25 in the morning

on the 13th day of this month?

Yes, sir.

Where was Glamis Barlow, and what was
she doing when you saw her?

She had just come out of the workshop,
and she was running away.

You're sure of that, Mr. Elliott?

She was not walking.

Glamis Barlow was running away.

Yes. Running away.

No more questions.

Your Honor.

I had Mr. Mason served last night with a
subpoena deuces taken.

I should like to know at this time if he
brought to court with him the evidence

that he surreptitiously and wrongfully
removed from the scene of the crime.

Your Honor, I must certainly object.

One moment, Mr. Mason. Now, let me
understand this.

The prosecution is calling the
defendant's lawyer as a witness against

defendant himself?

Yes, Your Honor.

When he has certain knowledge of the
commission of a crime, even the defense

attorney is a proper witness.

I have never defied the process of this
or any other court, nor do I intend to

start now.

When I've completed my cross
-examination of this witness and I'm

stand, I will answer any and all
questions.

Very well.

The inquiry as to compliance with the
subpoena deuces taken will be suspended

until after Mr. Mason's cross
-examination of the witness.

You may proceed, Mr. Mason.

How long have you known Glamis Barlow,
Mr. Elliott?

About two months.

I understand you're a manufacturer's
agent.

Within what territory do you operate?

The state of California.

Exactly where do you live?

Well, I travel a great deal.

Actually, I don't have a residence as
such.

But you do have a legal address, a place
where you vote.

I believe it's the city of Reading.
Isn't that so, Mr. Elliott?

Uh, yes, that's right.

Now, Mr. Elliott, will you please tell
me that... Your Honor, may I have a

moment? Very well, Mr. Mason, but please
be brief.

We're waiting, Mr. Mason.

You said you lived in Reading, Mr.
Elliott.

Yes. In Reading, did you happen to know
a family by the name of Monroe?

G .W.

Monroe? That's right.

Yes, I knew him.

And the Monroe daughter, Phyllis?

Yes, I knew her.

Now, Mr.

Elliott...

You testified you saw Glamis Barlow
running from the workshop.

I show you a photograph.

Is that the person you saw running from
the workshop?

I repeat, is that the person you saw
running from the workshop?

Yes.

That's very strange, Mr. Elliott,
because that is not a photograph of

Barlow.

It's a photograph of Phyllis Monroe.

Now, was it Glamis Barlow or Phyllis
Monroe you saw running from that

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

So now you are not able to swear it was
Glamis Barlow you saw?

No, sir.

Your Honor, I would like to interrupt my
cross -examination of Hartley Elliott

long enough to have Mrs. Nancy Gilman
return to the stand.

Is Glamis Barlow your daughter?

Yes. What was her father's name?

John Yerman.

Is Phyllis Monroe your daughter?

Yes.

Glamis Barlow and Phyllis Monroe are
identical twins.

Both daughters of John Yerman?

Yes.

Was Phyllis aware that she'd been
adopted by the Monroes?

No.

She was never legally adopted.

Nobody knew.

Your Honor, I have no further questions
of Mrs. Gilman.

I would now like to continue my cross
-examination of Hartley Elliott.

Did you know Vera Martel?

Well, yes, I met her in Las Vegas.

Did you enter into a business deal with
her?

Mr. Elliott, when you first met Glamis,
you must have realized she was an

identical twin to Phyllis Monroe.

You saw a chance to pick up some money,
blackmail money.

You hired Vera Martel to investigate
both girls, did you not?

Yes.

She found out about the illegitimacy and
the estate.

But then you started dating Glamis
Barlow. The two of you decided to get

married. A half interest with Vera in
the blackmail money was nothing as

compared to a half interest in Glamis'
estate. With the opportunity to set

the settlement and claim ten million
dollars.

You then told Vera Martell to drop the
whole thing, did you not?

Yes. But she lied to me.

She said she would.

But then she contacted Phyllis Monroe.

And she was going to contact the
Gilmans.

And that would have killed your chance
to share in that $10 million.

So you had to keep Vera away from the
Monroes and the Gilmans.

Yes. Yes.

Now, the business of your car not
running when you brought Glamis home was

fake, was it not?

When Vera Martell arrived at the Gilman
house, you intercepted her.

You weren't in your upstairs room at 8
.25 that morning. You were meeting Vera.

You took her out to the workshop to have
a talk with her. Isn't that so?

Yeah. Then someone interrupted you?

Phyllis.

She tried to catch Vera at the hotel.

Followed her out in a taxi.

That $10 ,000 wasn't blackmail money. It
was Vera's.

She was using it as bait.

She'd given the money to Phyllis
earlier, up in Reading. Is that correct?

Yes.

She told Phyllis that she'd found out
about some property willed to her by a

distant uncle.

A ranch or something.

And sweet Vera made a deal with Phyllis.

$10 ,000 for half interest in whatever
inheritance Vera could produce for

Phyllis.

$10 ,000.

For half interest in a $10 million
inheritance.

G .W. Monroe was having business
troubles. He needed money. So Phyllis

the $10 ,000.

Then she got the truth.

The whole shocking truth.

Who told her? Her father?

Yeah.

Old G .W.

He told her everything.

And Phyllis came to Los Angeles to catch
Vera.

It was funny.

It was real funny. She threw the $10
,000 in Vera's face.

Then ran out.

Then what did you do, Mr. Elliott?

You quietly put your hands around the
throat of this woman who stood in your

way, and you... Yes.

I choked her.

I didn't mean to kill her.

I only wanted to scare her.

But she fought with me.

Then I heard somebody coming out of the
house. It was Mr. Gilman.

So I jerked Vera back into the garage.

I only wanted to keep her quiet.

But when Mr. Gilman left the workshop,
Vera... She...

She was dead.

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So it was Phyllis you saw running out of
the workshop, Mr. Gilman. It was also

Phyllis that McCoy, the dealer, saw
coming out of Vera's Las Vegas office.

She'd been there trying to gather some
evidence of her background.

Since one person can't be in two
different places at the same time,

or McCoy were lying, Mr. Gilman, or you
were mistaken, or... Or there were two

girls. When were you sure, Mr. Mason?

But when Mrs. Gilman took the lie
detector test, she was telling the truth

she said Glamis was her daughter, but
she was only telling part of the truth.

Glamis was only one of two daughters.

Mr. Mason, what about the Uriman estate
and the girls sharing it?

That's a tricky question.

Was the two million on inheritance, or
was it a settlement?

Will Phyllis get the balance of the
estate, or will she share with Glamis

the two million dollars?

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