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Got to get out of here. Come on.

Viva, somebody had me hurt. Go on.

Sneak into the ladies' room of all the
ridiculous colleagues. Hurry, darling,

hurry. It's bad enough not to take you
to a joint like that in the first place.

Oh, thank heavens we have sense enough
to keep our coats in the car. Here, give

me the car. Well, no matter what
happened in there, it doesn't concern

on, get in.

Eva, I don't like running away from
things. Oh,

wait, listen to me. No matter how much
trouble... Please shut up. Please,

please, please.

Harrison Burke, huh?

You're crazy.

I know it's him. I took some campaign
pictures of Burke last year, and, well,

just know what he looks like, that's
all.

That's a silhouette of a shadow in a
dark tunnel.

Who's the woman?

Well, how should I know? It's already
been blown up ten times.

Look, Mr.

Lockett, this was just a chance shot. I
was getting out of my car with my

camera. Then why didn't you move up
closer?

Why? I didn't know it was him then.

Look, there was a shooting inside that
joint, and I heard the police call, and

this caught the corner of my eye.

And you thought you might pick up a
little, uh, side money with blackmail?

Oh, no, Mr. Lockett.

Blackmail... Blackmail's your business.

I wouldn't say anything like that again
if I were you.

Now, how much do you want for that
picture?

Uh... Well, um...

You know something, Mr.

Lockett? This would make a sensational
cover, wouldn't it?

How to run for Congress or the capers of
a candidate.

$25. Okay.

Oh, a good artist could touch it up,
could touch it up.

Sure make it look like Harrison Burke.

All right, 40, now get out of here.

That's nothing but bait for a slander
suit and you know it.

Either take that...

Or take your negative.

All I saw was this article in
yesterday's

newspaper.

Apparently, they rounded up some pretty
unsavory people out there at that

roadhouse. Well, it's a very nice place
for us unsavory people, Mr. Mason.

The lighting's very dark. The head
waiter never tells, and nobody ever

who is out with whom.

I didn't mean it personally.

I just meant the shooting episode itself
can't in any way concern you.

They have their suspects.

But that doesn't help Harrison any.

If his name came out, if the police
suspected that he was there that night,

well, they'd have to question him,
wouldn't they?

It's a matter of routine. I suppose they
would.

But can't you imagine how an opposition
party could make that look?

How they could twist his presence there
into something criminal?

I've never met Harrison Burke.

I've heard good things about him now.

Bachelor, isn't he?

And you introduced yourself just now as
Eva Griffin.

It's Mrs.

Griffin, of course.

That they could twist into something,
couldn't they?

Mr. Mason, have you ever heard of a
magazine called Spicy Bits? I most

have. Of course.

What man hasn't who's ever had a
haircut?

Or a woman who's ever been to a beauty
parlor?

Well, Spicy Bits is going to print a
feature on Harrison Burke being at the

gambling place that night.

How they ever got wind of this... More
important, Mrs. Griffin, where did you

get wind of them?

A girl I know works in the...

Same building as they have their
offices, and she overheard something in

hall this morning.

Mr. Mason, isn't there some way a person
like you could get the magazine to stop

printing that story?

With money, I mean.

Here.

That's $700.

That's every penny I could find without
my husband realizing what I was doing.

I don't like making blackmail payments,
so why don't you let Mr.

Burke take care of this himself?

Unless, of course, you...

I haven't even told him about it yet,
unless you have. All right.

All right, I'm lying to you.

It's me I'm trying to save, not
Harrison.

I'm the one that's scared to death.

Is that what you want me to say?

If that story were printed, the police
would ask questions.

You're afraid Burke would tell them the
truth about your being there with him,

right? The newspapers would hear about
it?

Look.

My husband did that to me last Saturday.

Just because I smiled at the same man
twice.

At our own party.

Please, Mr. Mason, help me.

Oh, I... I don't care anything about
Harrisonburg. I mean, he doesn't mean a

thing to me. It's just... Well, we have
been out together several times, and if

my husband ever discovers it... All
right, Mrs. Griffey. All right, I'll

you.

Adela, would you come in, please?

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Mason.

Understand, though, I'll have to handle
this my own way.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Oh, Mr. Mason, if you only knew what it
means to find one good man to rely on.

Adela. Make a receipt to Mrs. Griffin
for $700?

Mm -hmm.

Before I attended that, this letter on
the Dibley case.

Um, later, Della.

Mrs. Griffin, as soon as I've had
someone contact the publisher of Spicy

Well, his name is Frank Lockett.

That girl told me that there may be
somebody more important behind him. The

owner, maybe, but... Well, nobody seems
to know who he is. And in any case, it's

Mr. Lockett you're meant to contact.

We'll attend to all that. Don't you
worry.

Goodbye, Mrs. Griffin.

Goodbye, Perry.

I'll be with you in a minute. Thank you.

Didn't you read that?

So her name isn't in the phone book,
whatever.

But I checked the city directory.

There is no such address as the one that
woman gave me when she came in. Of

course not, Della.

since Griffin is obviously not her real
name.

Perry, what on earth are you... Stella,
last year a friend of ours committed

suicide.

He could have worked himself out of the
mess he was in if it hadn't been for the

rotten things printed about him in a rag
called Spicy Bits.

Now stall that woman out there for five
minutes while I get Paul Drake on the

job.

I'm sorry, Perry. The guy I had follow
that dame from your office got shook. He

did say, however, that the car she
disappeared in was ten miles long.

Never mind her. What about Frank
Lockett?

Does he really have a story on Harrison
Burke?

Frank Lockett wouldn't admit he has a
belly button.

However, when I mentioned that I
represented somebody who might have

who might not want to read stories about
Burke and his magazine, he gave me

this.

He does have something.

You bet he has. A real sweet racket.
Here's how it works.

You buy advertising space in his
magazine, cash in advance, with a

clause in case you don't deliver the
copy in time, which, of course, you

You didn't think he'd call it blackmail,
did you?

What's his price?

Well, I painted a pretty glowing picture
of 500 bucks, and for a while there, I

thought I had him hooked.

But then he said he'd better think about
it for a minute. I went outside.

When he came out, he said he needed
still more time to decide.

What does that mean?

It means that your client was right.

There is somebody behind this guy.

You think Lockett tried to reach
somebody else for a decision?

Yep. Couldn't get through to him right
then.

The only trouble is, Lockett may be the
only one who knows who this man is.

Which is why I asked you to meet me
here.

Lockett left this building just a few
minutes after I did. I tailed him here.

He's downstairs now in the barbershop
getting a shave. But here, take a look

that switchboard setup.

Yes, sir. That's the local number.

I'll have to dial it for you, though.

You can use that house phone over there.

See what I mean? No pay phone.

I suppose I was to put a call in here to
lock it. Real urgent.

Go on. There's a drugstore across the
street.

Mr. Lockett, please.

Mr. Frank Lockett.

Paging Mr. Lockett.

Mr. Lockett.

Paging Mr. Lockett.

Mr. Lockett, a call for you. You can
take it over there.

I checked with those people I told you
about, and $500 is a lot more

than they expected me to... Listen,
Drake, I told you.

All right, all right. Where can I reach
you? I'll call you right back.

Dallas, number for me, will you?

Yes, Mr. Lockett.

All right, Mr. Lockett, there's your
number.

Got it.

Well, Lockett must have gotten his call
through this time. He called me right

back and... I'll find out who that girl
is.

Gladly.

Perry, you may not want to meet this
mysterious big shot.

He turned my offer down.

He wants $20 ,000.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but
Mr. Belter is upstairs in his study

working, and I'm afraid that... Did you
say I had to see him, no matter how busy

he is?

Mr. Mason, I don't know Mr. Belter very
well. You see, I don't really live here.

I'm Norma Vickers, my mother's
housekeeper, and I'm just visiting.

But I have a definite impression that he
just doesn't have time to... In that

case, you can't be blamed for making a
mistake, can you, Norman?

Mr. Mason?

Carl!

That you, boy?

Say, why don't you call the golf club
and get up a foursome?

Mr. Belter, I'm Perry Mason.

I'm sorry to come to your house, but my
business couldn't wait.

Now, look here, Mr. Mason. I don't think
much of people who prey on other

people's weaknesses, who peddle gossip,
who blow up snapshots into dirty

postcards. What the devil are you
talking about?

You own or control the magazine Spicy
Bits, right?

I've what?

I've never even heard of... Well, of
course, I've seen the magazine.

I'll make this short and sweet, Mr.
Belter.

I represent someone Spicy Bits is trying
to blackmail.

I'm telling you that I don't intend to
pay the price you want. I don't intend

pay one single penny.

And furthermore, your magazine is not
going to publish the story.

Understand me?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You hide behind Frank Lockett.

He edits and publishes and probably
takes the rap while you rake in

But, Mr. Belter, if Spicy Bits publishes
one word about my client, I'll rip your

mask right off.

I'll ride you out of your filthy
business so fast it'll make your head

You're absolutely crazy.

I don't even know anyone named Lockett.
And why did he call here less than an

hour ago? Why did the girl downstairs
say you received such a call and took it

up here?

You watch your own fences, Mason, before
you start throwing mud over other

people's fences.

Now get out of here.

Carl!

Carl, where are you?

Carl? You're wasting your time bluffing,
Mr. Belter. I know what I'm talking

about. A year ago, a broker here in this
town with a wife and three children

committed suicide.

Today, Fred's widow told me your name
was... Get your hand off my arm. What is

it?

George, what's happening?

Darling, this is a lawyer named Mason.
My wife, sir.

How do you do, Mrs. Belter?

How do you do?

Mrs. Vickers, take a good look at this
man.

If he ever comes near this place again,
I want you to do exactly what Carl is

going to do right now. Throw him out of
the house.

Now look, Uncle George, I'm sure this
guy can walk. I can walk all right.

In fact, Mr. Belter, if you don't keep
that magazine of yours quiet, I'll walk

you straight into prison.

But why didn't you tell me it's your own
husband who owns Spicy Bits? Why all

that nonsense about getting your
information from a girlfriend?

I was afraid to tell you, I guess.

I mean, nobody else really knows.

Except Frank Lockett, of course.

How much does he pay Lockett for doing
his dirty work?

Oh, no.

No, George doesn't pay him much money.

He's got something on him.

George has got something on everyone.

I never realized it before I married
him, but now... As each month goes by, I

find out more and more terrible things.

Is that why you're planning a divorce?

What? That's something else you could
have mentioned, isn't it?

Rumored breakup for the George C.
Belters. Eva, you're not afraid of

because of his jealousy over other men.
You're just scared to death he'll get

something on you that could prevent you
receiving a good divorce settlement.

Now, isn't that the truth?

Perry, you can say anything you'd like
to me.

You can think that...

For me, it's money that makes the world
go round. You can call me unfaithful, a

gold digger, a worthless lying. Oh, but,
Perry, please.

Oh, please don't start a fight with
George. He'll kill you. I know he will.

Oh, Perry, please just help me.

Just pay off that magazine. $20 ,000?

Eva, I'm warning you.

George Belter won't stop it. $20 ,000?

Is that what they want?

Oh, Perry.

What are we going to do?

Hello?

Yes?

Eva? Perry!

Perry, darling, come quickly!

I need you! I need you!

Well,

of course, it's my husband.

You're dead, Perry.

I think he's been murdered.

Where are the servants?

Oh, well, they live in that little house
down the road.

That's where I was running to after I
heard the shot upstairs and everything.

To get help.

To get Mrs. Vickers.

And then there weren't any lights on
down there.

Still aren't.

Where are your keys?

They're in my purse inside the house.

Oh, but we can get in through the
sunroom door. There's a key under the

Terry, I know I shouldn't have panicked
and run the way I did. Come on.

This is where I grabbed the coat from.

It was raining out and I just took the
first coat I saw.

It's Carl's, I guess.

It's at the country club tonight.

You said you heard your husband arguing
with someone up there.

Oh, yes.

Well, George was yelling something about
advertising space.

And then there was this other man.

Oh, I'm sure he was someone he was
trying to blackmail. I'm sure he was,

his voice was lower.

And then I... Then I heard the shot.

Then there was this heavy thud.

Oh, Perry, I was so scared I just hid.
Then I heard this man's footsteps

down the stairs and out the front door
and...

So I...

I made myself come up here to look.

Single shot.

Inside of his robe is still damp.

Perry, the telephone was dead, too.

There's something wrong with it. I
couldn't even call Mrs. Vickers.

So you ran nearly a mile to a phone down
the highway instead of calling a

neighbor or the police?

Perry, all I could think of was that you
would take care of it.

You were the only man I knew who could
tell me what to do.

Don't touch a thing.

But the police shouldn't see this,
should they?

That's the receipt you gave me.

If they did, they'd start asking all
kinds of questions.

When Frank Lockett prints that piece
about Harrison in spicy bits, and I'm

he will, I know he'll do it now.

How can he if you don't let him?

If what?

If you own the magazine now, Eva.

Oh.

I never thought of that.

Didn't you?

Perry, if the gun's around here
someplace, shouldn't we... No, we should

Now, let's get out of here. Only before
I call homicide, you'd better tell me

whether or not you killed him.

Perry.

You know I didn't.

I know you're in the worst trouble of
your life unless you can lead the police

to the man with whom you claim your
husband was fighting.

the sheath. We will come rejoin.

Well, if it isn't little Ava.

How are you?

Are you all right? Go back to your room.

Take care of him. Come along, Mr. Carr.
Uh -oh.

Whoops. There's been some hanky -panky.

Mustn't let Uncle George see you.

Miss Vickers, throw him out.

Throw him out!

Don't make so much noise or Mr. Belter
will hear you.

All right, buddy boy.

Just a moment, officer.

There's someone more important upstairs.

A man who is dead.

Hand me the cup, please, Norma. The
kitchen one.

Well, these are prettier.

Policemen are not yet, Norma. Yes,
mother.

The maid wasn't in the house tonight
either?

Not at all.

I told that to the lieutenant.

Look, Mrs. Vickers, I'm Mrs. Belter's
attorney.

Whatever you say is... I said the truth.

That's all there is to say. I know my
place, Mr. Mason.

Now, if you will excuse me. Oh, let me
take it up this time. Carl must have had

about ten cups. No, you will stay here.

I'll take it, Mrs. Vickers.

And do the eavesdropping for all of us.

Eva? No, I didn't say anything bad about
Eva.

They weren't getting along very well,
though, were they, she and George

Look, how can I throw rocks at anybody?

Uncle George was really a great guy, but
not for a wife, that's all.

A rich great guy.

Well, I don't know anything about his
business.

He kept me around because, well, I was
somebody to party with, I guess.

Uncle George always said he'd missed his
best opportunities.

And he jolly well turned me into one
young man upon whom youth would not be

wasted.

Boy, do I make myself sound like
something.

Lieutenant?

Sure. They hated each other.

Divorce was right around the corner.

I'd never blame Eva for, well... For
killing him?

No. Why do that?

She'd make 50 times as much in a divorce
court.

How do you figure?

She's not in his will.

He cut her out.

Wrote it up in longhand. Showed it to me
last week.

You'll find it around here someplace.

Who does get the money, Carl?

The unworthy youth, I'm afraid.

Most of it.

Me.

Mr. Mason, I think we're all through
with you now.

Andy, my client lives here as long as
she... You just heard the man?

Her motive went out the window.

Then she's not detained in any way?

Don't count on anything, Perry.

Good night.

Perry!

Have they found the gun or anything yet?

What time was Harrison Burke here
tonight, Eva?

What? It was he, wasn't it?

The man you heard upstairs?

Is that why it took so long to get to a
phone to give him a chance to get away?

Perry, I'm not going to tell who that
man was.

I'm never going to tell.

And I'm certainly not going to say it
was Harrison because it wasn't. You know

it wasn't.

I know.

Perry, darling.

I'm just so positive that voice I heard
was...

Was you?

Hi, beautiful. Perry in?

He's been running down another lead on
Harrison Burke. Not back yet.

Well, they probably won't find him.
Nobody's seen Burke since yesterday.

Oh, this is something about a gun.

Gun?

What was the caliber of bullet that
killed Mr. Belder?

32, just the one shot.

The lab boys say the room was really
combed for strays, but that's all there

was. Why?

Well, Perry had a hunch.

So we checked all of the big sporting
goods houses.

Paul, Harrison Burke bought a .32
caliber revolver just a month ago.

Well, in the meantime, tell Perry the
phone company says the main lead to the

Belder home was apparently jerked down
last night.

What about the servants? He wanted to
know something about them.

Big zero.

The only one that's been there very long
is Mrs. Vickers, and she's been so busy

running her daughter's life, she hasn't
paid attention to the Belders.

Even tried to get the poor kid into the
movies once. When that didn't work and

Norma married a nice, decent truck jock,
they already got it annulled. Bella,

hasn't Perry said anything at all to the
police yet about Harrison Burke?

How can he?

You know what she'll say the minute he
does.

Perry was the guy that was there, fought
with Bella, and maybe even killed him.

Oh, Paul, I knew that woman was poison
the moment she walked in here.

But Perry simply will not listen to me.
She gets him in deeper and deeper, but

he still won't.

Hello.

Good morning, Mrs. Belder.

This is Mr.

Paul Drake.

Mrs. Belder? Oh, yes, of course.

Oh, and I think you people are all just
wonderful to be helping me the way you

are. Mrs. Belder, I'm afraid Mr.

Mason won't be back until... Oh, that's
all right, Miss Treat. I just wanted

Perry to know that I'm being helpful,
too.

Look. What's that?

Well, you see, Carl told the police
about a will that he thought my husband

written. They've been looking all over
the house for it.

It gives everything to Carl, you know.

Is that the will?

Hmm. You mean you just walked out with
it?

Aren't I clever?

You see, I wanted to be sure that Perry
saw it first.

Mrs. Belder, I'm sorry I've even seen it
in your possession.

Oh, well, you shouldn't be.

Now, don't you see? If Carl doesn't
inherit that magazine, Spicy Bits, then

own it. Well, then I can just tell Frank
Lockett what not to print, just

whatever I plead, and... But, Mrs.
Belcher, you just can't tear that thing

People know about it.

Oh, no.

Now, stop it, Mr.

Drake. Now, you see, you don't
understand.

You see, I brought this thing along
because it's supposed to be in George's

handwriting, but I... I think this will
is a forgery.

Of course, with only a couple of
canceled checks and Belter's true hand

comparison... No.

There's another one of those T's crossed
the wrong way.

Harry, I'd say definitely this is not
only a forgery, but a bad one.

All right, Joe.

Thanks.

Harry.

I'm afraid I read about this case in the
newspapers.

What are you going to do with this will?

Something I don't want to do.

Of course I go out with Frank Lockett,
but casually. Do you know what I mean?

Frank Lockett comes from St. Paul. So do
you.

Four years ago there, you had a roommate
who died under pretty strange

circumstances.

Are you aware of how long a sentence you
could get for not saying what those

circumstances were? For not saying who
the man was involved with your... What

the devil are you doing here, Drake?

No, shooting in the dark.

Trying to find what hole George Belder
had over you.

Drake, do you want me to do a feature on
you?

Illegal methods of a private eye?

Relax.

You're going to be fired off that
magazine by the new owner.

By what?

I just spent an hour with the new owner
of Spicy Bits, together with his lawyer.

With who?

Young Griffin.

Who do you think?

Well, Griffin's counting his chickens
pretty fast, isn't he?

Of course he is. Why not?

His lawyers saw Belter's will a week
ago.

And it must be all in order because
they're having no trouble getting

And you should see the size of the rock
that kid bought this morning for the

girl he's going to marry.

Now tell me, where are you getting your
stories from, Mr. Drake?

Well, it's about time you returned.

I ought to be getting that will back to
the house, shouldn't I? I mean, if it's

to be properly discovered.

Sit down, darling.

Well, it is a forgery, isn't it?

I mean, they'll just take one look at it
and set it aside, won't they?

Yes, it is a forgery.

What's she going to do?

Perry, what's he here for?

He's here as a witness.

A what?

Eva, some things a lawyer has to do
aren't very pleasant.

He takes his clients as they come.

They're in trouble, so he can't always
expect them to tell the truth.

Oh, that.

Perry, darling, I told you the other day
I was terribly sorry about any untruths

that I... He's a fool if he completely
trusts any client.

But that's beside the point.

his job is to believe and to help them
as best he can.

The only times when he's really a fool
is when he sticks by a client who won't

trust him.

Perry, I don't know what you're talking
about.

Eva, you've been trying to paint me as a
suspect to your husband's murder ever

since I started on this case.

Whenever you were afraid I wouldn't keep
on helping you, you added a little

more. That isn't true, Perry.

Let me tell you what happened last
night.

To begin with, Harrison Burke was out
there.

Now, that's why you tapped me, wasn't
it? In case anyone had seen another man

around the place?

No. It was also Burke's gun that killed
your husband, wasn't it? The handy

little .32, small enough for a woman to
use?

That isn't so.

That just isn't so.

Suppose I showed you a statement from
Harrison Burke saying it is so.

I don't believe it.

Harrison would never sign such a thing.
I told him to leave town.

Of course.

When you called him last night, at the
same time you called me, the service

station attendant said you may change
for two calls, Mrs. Bellary.

All right.

Yes, I... I did phone Harrison last
night. After you'd given him time to get

home. No, but he didn't fight with
George. No, honestly, Perry, he didn't.

did want to see him.

He wanted to talk to him and tell him
the truth about everything and have it

with him, but I wouldn't let him. I
didn't even tell him that George was at

house that night.

If they had met, George would have
killed him. Instead of which, he killed

George. No!

No! No!

All right.

Perry, you're right about my having the
gun, but Harrison didn't touch that gun

last night.

I don't care what kind of lies he told
you in any sort of statement trying to

protect me, but... I didn't say he made
that statement. I just said, suppose.

I don't understand.

I have to make you tell the truth, Eva,
no matter how I do it.

Everything I've said is just obvious
deduction.

And it's just as obvious that you're the
one who had the fight with George.

Perry, please.

What happened, Eva?

Did he hear you come in with Burke? Did
he hear Burke leave?

Did your husband yell for you?

Was that why your purse was up in his
room?

Had he opened that purse while you were
out and found my receipt and added two

and two?

And when he yelled for you, did you take
your gun upstairs and... Don't!

I can't talk about it.

All right.

Let's talk about the will.

Yes.

Carl Griffin.

He forged that will, didn't he?

Well, now, if he'd do a thing like
that... He didn't forge it either.

You did.

A very neat trick to take the heat off
both you and Harrison.

Because last week there was such a will,
wasn't there? In George's own hand.

And you copied.

So only the copy would be found. The
obvious forgery discovered.

Eventually, the court would award you
the entire estate.

All right.

Where's the original, Eva?

What did you do with it?

No.

No. No way.

You want me to call Norma Vickers now,
Perry?

Yes, I guess you'd better.

If she saw Eva, if she saw her at the
desk writing on paper like this.

Stop it!

Oh, no.

It's true, Perry.

It's true. It's true.

Every terrible thing you've said, it's
true.

Even to George.

I'm yelling.

Come on up here, you dirty little... I
was so scared.

I've never been so scared in all my
life.

I didn't mean to shoot him, Perry.

Honestly, I didn't.

When I saw him standing in the bathroom
door, and he started toward me, I...

I pulled the trigger. I wasn't even
looking.

I just pulled the trigger. I ran and ran
and ran. I murdered him, Barry. I

murdered him.

Yes, I got here at the right moment,
didn't I?

Andy. Now, take it easy.

I'm sure Mrs. Belter will give us our
own confession.

You see, we finally found the gun where
you threw it in the bushes down the

path. Pretty dirty, but we got your
fingerprints off of it, all right.

I suppose Norma or someone led you right
to that, too.

Hmm?

Oh, no, no.

That girl's too much up in the clouds to
see anything.

Now, come along, please.

Norma didn't see me doing anything?

I only said, if she saw you, Eva.

I told you before I had to handle this
my own way. I couldn't help you

All set. She's agreed to walk through
this for us to wrap this thing up.

Here we are, Perry.

Hello, Mr. Burke.

Mason, I don't know what you think of me
for ducking out of town when Eva told

me to, but I started back the minute I
heard Belder was dead.

But I certainly know what I think of you
for... Joey, go inside, Andy.

I came through the doorway.

I stood here.

He was just pulling his robe around him.

He yelled that he was going to beat me
up.

And what for?

Because he hated me.

Because he thought I'd been unfaithful.
I see.

All right, go on.

He started toward me.

I screamed that I had a gun in my hand,
but he didn't stop.

And suddenly there was this terrible
explosion right in my hand. And he fell.

And I threw... And I ran.

Outside, down the path.

And I ran and I ran until I got to the
telephone booth to call Perry and...

That's all there is to it, Lieutenant.

That agree with what she told you? No,
it doesn't, Andy. I'll see you here.

She's still protecting Mr. Burke.

She must have been afraid that he was
still around the place somewhere.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have pulled the
phone line loose to give him a chance to

get away.

She left that part out.

All right, so I left that part out.

Tell him the whole truth, Eva. She also
left something out about the coat she

grabbed as she ran outside.

I mentioned that right at first, Mr.
Mason.

It was raining outside, and I grabbed...
You left out about the pool of water on

the floor downstairs, remember?

underneath the empty place in the rack
from where you'd taken the coat?

It was your coat, Carl.

Why would I remember a thing like that?

Because obviously the coat had already
been outside in the rain. It was already

wet. Look, I was at the country club
that whole evening.

Hold it, Griffin.

Go ahead, Perry. What else?

Well, the matter of a forthcoming
marriage.

Oh, no one knew about it, did they,
Carl?

I mean, we only had a couple of dates,
but I've never been so happy about it.

quiet, Norma.

None of their business.

Yes, of course.

You're the person I should be talking
to, aren't you, Mrs. Vickers?

You're the matchmaker, the movie mother,
the boss of this outfit.

Mason, I don't know what you're driving
at, but she just said it.

It was love at first sight.

This is one of the sweetest kids that
ever... Of course she is.

And you're just exactly the marrying
type, aren't you, Mr. Griffin?

Now, listen.

Perry, what are you driving at?

A very reluctant client, Andy.

She still hasn't told us what she really
did with that gun.

Eva, when we came back here to this
room, you expected the gun would be

didn't you?

You wanted me to help you look for it.

And just now you started to say that you
threw the gun down before you ran.

Well, I... Never mind.

Andy, she fired at her husband, all
right, but she didn't necessarily kill

Now, who moved the gun from here to the
bushes outside?

Eva thinks it was Mr. Burke, so... No,
no, I didn't.

I'd already left.

Perry, I'm sorry, but if you're saying
someone else picked up the gun after she

left, someone who was here in the house
all along, and that someone then killed

Belter with a second shot, you're way
out in left field.

Why? When you found the gun, it had
several empty chambers, didn't it? They

could have been fired any time, weeks
ago.

The point is, only one shot was fired
inside this room, and the bullet was

inside the body.

No, Perry.

I hate to do this to you, but look.

No windows.

We've gone over the woodwork, the
ceiling, the furniture.

There just isn't a wild shot inside
here. I hate to do this to you, Andy.

Look out, Perry.

You got yourself, Andy.

Well, we didn't look for scratches in
the bathtub.

With all that water, there might not
have been any.

The murderer probably just fished the
slug out and walked away with it.

Isn't that what he did, Mrs. Vickers?

You know who was in the house all the
time.

Who'd already come back from the country
club. Who went out afterwards to drink

himself into an alibi.

How about it, Griffin?

Oh, no, Andy. She'll tell us.

This lady who made such a quick deal for
her daughter.

This lady who must have seen enough to
know who committed the murder?

This lady who's going straight to prison
as an accomplice unless she starts

talking right now?

I... Well, I... Shut up, Mrs. Fickers.

Shut up, shut up!

Please, shut up!

Oh, please, shut up!

Apparently your shot missed him
entirely.

But how did Carl know?

Well, after you shot at your husband and
ran, he naturally went upstairs to see

what had happened. Your husband told
him.

They found the bullet in the bathtub.

They laughed about it. Then Carl got
George to show him where he'd been

standing. And then Carl cold -bloodedly
pulled that trigger for the second time.

His only mistake was in tossing the gun
into the bushes close to your

footprints.

Perry. I just feel sorry for poor Norma.
She didn't know anything about all

that. Of course not.

But even if her marriage had been
completed, she and her mother couldn't

collected any of the money.

What do you mean?

Well, your husband did intend to leave
his money and properties to Carl, but a

convicted murderer can't inherit. So in
due time, you'll get it all back.

Harry, I never did destroy that will.

I just copied it because...

Well, I wanted to make trouble so that
Carl couldn't get that magazine in

Oh.

Oh.

How can I ever expect you to believe me
now about anything ever?

I might say the same thing, Eva.

Not a very nice thing.

A lawyer tricking his client into a
confession.

Oh, no.

No, Perry, you had to do it. I mean,
when I think of how many more lies I

have told if you hadn't forced me into
telling the truth.

I was so desperate.

Oh, Perry, if you only knew what it
meant to me to have met the one good

Well, I have turned over all my
information on Frank Lockett to the

What's going to happen to the magazine
now?

I am glad to say that Spicy Bits is
about to breathe its last.

And I'm going to have the supreme
pleasure of burying it.

You are?

Well, sure, as legal counsel for the new
owner.

I certainly intend to go on being Eva's
representative.

You don't have any objections to that,
do you?