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Thank you.

Harry, here I am.

Did you have a chance to call the office? I was just going to, but... We

be up in 212 in less than five minutes.

Yes, I know. If you'll just hold up a minute.

What is it?

It only costs five dollars.

I was down at the public administrator's office this morning. You know, that's

where my friend Nellie works.

But in just a minute.

Mr. Mason?

Well, hello, Jefferson.

When did you get interested in bathing beauties?

Now, let's see. I was born... Oh, I mean the blonde type. You know, long,

sweetish, suntan, all that stuff.

You sound like one of your own scandal stories.

I figure a criminal lawyer doesn't go around chasing after dead girls for

nothing. Or is it the monkey man you're interested in?

Come on, Mr. Mason.

Why'd you buy this thing?

You already said there was nothing important. Adela, from now on, will you

please carry your own packages?

Oh. Hello, Mr. Jefferson.

Come on.

Why are you two so interested? That's all I want to know.

You see, we were at the public administrator's auction, too, to buy

bicycle. Sorry.

We're due in court? Well, when we saw Miss Street buy this thing, then we

out it was the personal possessions of Helen Cadmus.

Helen Cadmus?

Sure. Lots of people still remember that poor kid that jumped off her boss's

yacht. So, you see, it could be a story now, couldn't it?

Get a picture, Joe.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Don't print it.

I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist it, that's all.

And it only cost five dollars.

I suppose you're angry with me now, aren't you?

I wonder what is in here.

That's what Helen Cadmus looked like.

Yes. It happened when you were in Europe last year, remember?

Yes, I remember.

The police never decided whether it was an accident or suicide.

This is one of her diaries, and then there are all of these other things.

Yes, well, I've got that brief to work on.

So you just read your Sunday supplement, Bob. Perry, do you realize that these

were the only things that were found in her stateroom other than her clothing

the next morning? Now, she either fell or she jumped overboard from the yacht.

Della, Della, I was kept much too long at that lunch today. The brief is going

to take me at least two hours or more.

Yes, Perry, look at this girl. Does she look like a person that would commit

suicide?

Normal, healthy, good job.

So beautiful she even had offers to do pictures.

Della. Even the police couldn't come to a decision.

And in her diary, there isn't even a love affair to make her unhappy.

All she does is write pages and pages about this funny little monkey that

stealing her earrings and hiding them.

And she likes sports cars.

So, Mr. Addicts just gave her one of his to use.

I thought her employer was that eccentric anthropologist.

That's right.

But he was also a millionaire.

Just because the newspaper's making it sound peculiar doesn't mean that... All

right, Della, maybe she didn't kill herself.

Maybe she was strangled by one of those absent simian progenitors that had

excuses in research, but right now... Perry.

Perry, you can't work on your briefs right now.

Why? There's somebody in there. I told him he could wait in your office so that

I could explain all of this to you.

You see, his name is Nathan Fallon. Nathan Fallon.

Nathan Fallon.

And he saw the item in Mr. Jefferson's column this morning.

Nathan Fallon is personal assistant to Benjamin Adams.

Mr. Mason?

Yes, of course, it's Perry Mason. I've watched your triumphs in court quite a

number of times. Indeed, I have. It's an honor, sir. Honor and a pleasure.

What's on your mind, Mr. Fallon?

Not my mind. Not my mind at all. Nothing.

I work, um...

For a rather eccentric man.

And Mr.

Raddick noticed in the newspaper this morning that you had made a certain

purchase. You're talking about the property of Helen Cadence, her diaries

forth.

Precisely. Not that they have any value or that they're of particular interest

to anyone.

Helen had no family of her own, you know. That poor girl.

No, I didn't know.

So I guess it struck Mr. Attick's curiosity as to what your interest in

matter might be, whom you might be representing.

I have no client concerned in the matter, nor do I have any personal

the matter.

Well, of course you don't. I set as much myself at breakfast.

Now, is that all you came to ask me?

Yes.

Yes.

Uh, no.

It's practically all.

I'm sure you understand the feelings of a sensitive man.

Now, Mr. Addict does so love his privacy, and I'm sure you appreciate the

nuisance and the pain that renewed publicity in a matter that's over and

with could cause.

He's afraid we'll turn the diaries over to some disreputable magazine, is that

it?

I told him it was ridiculous.

I told him what sort of man you are.

And further, I told him I wasn't going to insult you by offering you one more

cent than you yourself had paid.

So, you want to buy the contents of that package?

I believe the price was five dollars.

Well, that seems reasonable enough.

Though my secretary, of course, has put in some time on it.

Of course, I'd, uh...

Want to recompense her, too, naturally. Shall we say another twenty?

Five dollars.

Mr. Fallon, would you pay us five hundred dollars?

Well, really, Mr. Mason, if your interest was only idle curiosity...

It would be different if there were anything in that material. But

been over it. The police, everyone.

For the bathing suit photograph. I ask you a question, Mr. Fallon. I want to

know how much you'd pay.

This is not what I expected of you, Mr. Mason.

Now, surely you must understand how publicity, invasion of privacy can hurt

people. How it can affect the outcome of even the simplest sort of lawsuit.

A lawsuit?

Oh, yes, of course.

Yes, of course.

If you want to make a killing for your time, here's $1 ,000 in cash, Mr. Mason.

Now, may I have the contents of that package, please?

I didn't say I'd accept your offer, Mr. Collins.

What? Oh, goodbye.

I have a great deal of work to do.

Now, see here. I said goodbye.

I don't like a liar.

What lawsuit is he talking about?

I don't know.

Get hold of Paul and bring those diaries in here. All of them.

Yes, sir.

Here I am, Paul.

Hope I didn't keep you waiting. This is, uh, Kemp. Is it?

Miss Kemp.

How do you do?

Won't you have a bite to eat with us and a drink?

No, thank you.

I've been explaining to Miss Kempton that I tried to reach her lawyer for

but he's out of town this evening.

Yes, and if that's Jim Henson, he's quite a good friend of mine, Miss

He's also a very talented young man.

He's all I could afford.

Well, as I understand it, he's representing you in a lawsuit which is

court in a day or two. Miss Kempton is suing Benjamin Addick for defamation of

character. I see.

He used to be housekeeper at the Addicts' estate.

And cook.

And bottle walker sometimes to all those stupid little monkeys.

Yes. Addicts does research, doesn't he?

He's quite a menagerie out there.

He was fired last year, Perry.

A few days after Helen Cadmus' accident about the yacht. Oh?

Did you know Helen Cadmus well, Miss Kempton? I'd be afraid not to say thank

you. Miss Kempton was aboard the yacht herself.

Just she, Helen, Mr. Addicts, and the crew.

I will not speak one single word against anyone.

I will not even say what I think of the cruelty and maliciousness of that

horrible Mr. Addict. I'm sure Jim Aetna has very wisely told you not to speak to

anybody before you go to court.

And it certainly wouldn't be proper for me to ask you anything about your

trouble with Mr. Addict.

He's a miserly liar who manipulates people.

I've already bumped into one of his subordinates.

Buck. I am curious about the death of Helen Cadmus.

Oh. So I simply wanted to know, if I clear it with your lawyer first, is

there anything you would tell me about Helen which hasn't appeared in the

newspapers?

Well, that would depend.

Miss Kempton isn't exactly wealthy, Harry.

I'm a pauper.

And you're a lot more famous than that Ethna youngster.

Maybe if the jury saw you were on my file.

No, I'd never interfere with representation as capable as... It's

simple case.

Why, Mr. Addicks had said just awful things about me in letters to people,

they'd all testify.

But he's made me lose job after job.

And I didn't even know why for months after.

Addicks told people she was a thief.

Can you imagine?

I'd give his name as reference, and then if they checked with him, then he'd

finally write back.

And then they just let me go without any explanation.

Well, if that isn't defaming the innocent.

Excuse me. Telephone for you, sir.

Probably, Jim. I left word for him to call. No, sir. Your secretary.

Thank you. Yes, sir.

Yes, Della.

Mr.

Mortimer Hershey? I know Mr. Hershey. He works for Mr. Addick.

He has a pickle face and eats nothing but gruel.

And what's he want, Della?

Well, the same thing as Mr. Fallon, I think. Maybe to buy the diaries. But

on the other line and insists he won't hang up until... Hold on.

Miss Kempton, what did Addix kill you of stealing?

Oh, things I wouldn't even want anyway.

Ring he wore sometimes.

Claimed it was the first real diamond he and his brother found in the jungle.

And a watch that wouldn't even run.

Platinum heirloom, he called it.

That and some antique jewelry.

Della, tell Mr. Hershey I want an appointment with Mr. Addis tonight.

I'll pick you up in a few minutes. Oh, and have the second volume of the diary

in your purse.

It's a long drive.

I want to do some reading.

I like Anthony.

Mr. Kempton, maybe you and I can work together.

What did he say?

Mr. Hershey wasn't expecting you to bring your secretary.

His business is all right, I guess.

Do you mind opening the gate for us?

Not till I tell you to stay right on the road.

Don't get out of the car till you get to the house.

Don't stop till you get there.

I'll try not to have any tire trouble.

If you do stay, go home for help.

But why?

Bleeding.

Electric eyes.

Step in front of one and the bells go off. The switch on the bells makes the

lights go on. The switch on the candles turns the dogs loose. The switch down

here... Well, never mind.

Just do what I told you.

It's the monkeys, that's all.

You'd be surprised at the trouble we've had with our neighbors, even out here.

Well, Mr.

Hershey, why does he have the dog? He's getting rid of them. He's finally

getting rid of the whole mess, thank heaven.

In here, Mr. Mason, this way.

My,

isn't this a beautiful home?

I just love these old places with real woodwork. I think we'll be more

comfortable when I study here.

Do you mind if I just look around while you gentlemen chat?

Haven't seen a tapestry like this. Well, help yourself.

I'm sure you can find the light switches.

Mason.

Where's Mr. Addicks?

He had a little accident a few days ago. He doesn't feel too well.

I'm his business manager, Mason. Sit down, sit down.

I thought my secretary explained.

It's Mr.

Addicts I want to see. I have spoken to Mr.

Addicts. He told me to state his position to you. He's rather autocratic,

understand. Nonsense.

Odd, yes.

Scientists, you know, they all are.

As he likes to have his own way, ride roughshod over people.

Nate Fallon came to see you today.

Made a botch of something simple, I suppose he usually does.

And now you are all curious when there is nothing to be curious about. I think

there is.

Helen Cadmus supposedly had no personal connection with anyone here in the

house, including Mr. Addicts.

Yet, suddenly, everyone is anxious to get the diary and pictures back.

Yes, yes, Fallon probably lied to you, made it sound mysterious, just because

hoped to make himself a few dollars.

Well, I don't know why Addicts wants that material. I don't care.

And neither should you.

Our offer is $5 ,000.

Take it or leave it.

I told Mr. Fallon diary and pictures were not for sale.

I've no interest in making money from them. If you don't take it, Mason, I

you. Addix is a very powerful man. I would no more think of crossing him

and... Then why is he afraid to talk to me? I'm sorry, Mr. Hershey, but I came

out here to see Mr. Addix.

Oh, you're a pre -Columbian, I believe.

What?

The diaries in Greece.

Well, there are a couple of normal diaries.

What the devil are you up to?

I've been wondering the same thing about you, Mr. Addicts. I'm sorry to trouble

you when you're not feeling well. She thought I was lying about you, Mr.

Addicts. All right, so what?

A word of advice, Mason.

Don't ever wear a necktie when you're working around a gorilla's cage.

A gorilla?

A gorilla did that?

One of those friendly lowland creatures, too.

Well, it looks worse than it is, miss.

Just one swing bang against the bars of the cage.

You see, I'd let my help go, giving up the research, you know.

Most of the animals have been sent away already. Sir, the doctor asked you to

please not stay on your feet any more than... Hang the doctor, and hang you

And as for you, Mr. Mason... Mr.

Addix, we've been admiring some of the collection here, your Grecian urn in

particular. Oh, this thing.

Well, most people don't know it's Grecian.

Early Macedonian to be technical, I guess.

But look here, Mason, would you please tell Mr.

Addix your reasons for coming?

There's only one thing I wanted to ask you, Mr. Addix.

Would you mind if we turned that urn upside down?

If what?

You're being sued for calling a woman a thief.

Well, Helen Cadmus also had trouble in this house with items she had stolen.

Bright things.

Things she'd handle, things she'd wear.

Of course, Helen only thought it was funny because there was a pet chimpanzee

running around the house.

Do you mind giving me a hand, Mr. Hershey? A chimpanzee?

Why, I don't see what the...

Mason, if you're concerned with what I said about Miss Kempton, well, it's

She is a thief.

Why, she stole my... Wait a minute, Mr. Addicks.

Look, Perry.

There's the watch.

And antique jewelry.

And there's a ring.

What were you saying about Miss Kempton being a thief?

single item is here.

Everything you thought was stolen.

Look, my old wallet.

Any thieves you lost, Mr. Addicts, remember?

She put them there just now, Miss, uh, the street.

I mean, she must have, sir. I've been in the front parlor and I noticed her

snooping around the urn. Shut up, you idiot.

It's all right. The street isn't in the habit of suing people or ruining their

lives by making false accusations.

Oh, good lord, I...

I don't know what to say.

That poor Campton woman.

Mr. Mason, you guessed all this from something in Helen's diary?

That's right.

Well, let me see. I told Mr.

Mason you'd like to buy those diaries, and, of course, for any price he'd care

to ask.

For the last time, they're not for sale.

Good night, Mr. Annex.

Uh, just a moment.

Sidney Hardwick is in the front parlor, sir. Is Hardwick your attorney?

Yes, yes. I thought perhaps if we sat down with him and Mr.

Mason, we might... Not me.

You figure it out.

I think I've done enough wrong things already.

I'm going up to bed where I belong.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mason.

Miss Street, we certainly have no interest in seeing Hardwick.

Let's go. Mr. Mason, wait.

Tell me, uh, what...

What else is in those diaries?

Good night, gentlemen.

Let's find a phone.

A phone?

I'd say Josephine Kempton's lawyer is about to make the fastest down -to

settlement in history.

He didn't speak in this exchange?

No.

Yes, all right. Put it through.

Hello, McKimpton.

Congratulations.

Jim Edmunds called me back. He said he was getting you $50 ,000.

What are you doing out at the house? It's nearly 4 a .m.

Miss Kempton, I can't hear you very well.

Miss Kempton?

Miss Kempton, what's wrong?

What?

Well, that was the road, Perry.

Ms. Kempton says there's nobody on that front gate at this hour.

Where are you going to meet her, then?

There's a service drive.

Side door to the service building that goes straight into the house.

Perry,

look, the top window.

Where's Josephine?

Supposed to meet me by the door.

Said she had a key. That's how she got in.

What are you going to do? It's all right. No, I just... Sorry to get me

No. No, go on. Remember, the man down below said to carry.

I'll take it easy.

Let's get out of here. He said she'd be here. She called from the house.

She needs help, Della. She begged me.

Listen, you go back to the car and give me five minutes.

You're not going in there.

This leads straight to the house. I won't go outside. But if I'm not back in

five minutes, you drive as fast as you can to that phone by the road and you

call... No, Perry, please.

Make it four minutes, then.

I'll go back to the car.

Miss Kenson? Miss Kenson, are you there?

I'm here.

Miss Kenson?

Thank you.

Look at him.

No.

Death. Come on.

Are you all right? Take care of her. She has a nasty bump on her head. Mr. Addix

is dead.

One of those awful creatures.

Blood all over. Thank you for coming with us, Mr. Mason. I don't know whether

there's anyone else in there or not, sir. No, because Mr. Hattie... Well,

not to take care of us. Go ahead, Miss Street. All three of you can sit in the

back. Where are we going?

Headquarters. There's a doctor there for you.

If you'll just drop me at Mr. Mason's car. I'll send somebody for it. Don't

worry. Now, just a moment. Look, Mr. Mason, this is not Los Angeles County.

The captain says if it's anything like this, I should bring all of you straight

into what he says goes.

Well, of all the... Besides, I don't want to have to sit around here and help

test them things. Now, please, ma 'am, get in.

Gary, there's something funny. It's all right, Della. At this point, I don't

mind sitting down for a while. The sheriff's car will do very well.

Benjamin Attick.

Originally an anthropologist, zoologist, and researcher in the psychology of

lower primates.

But ten years ago, on the upper Amazon, he and his brother Charles found a few

diamonds. They split the loot, and Charles moved to Australia.

A few years later, Benjamin came back to Brazil and made a kingside killing.

That's when he retired and bought himself a yacht and a mansion.

But he's always been alone.

A permit with some nutty hobbies.

What about the evasion of taxes last year, Paul?

Barry's very curious about your report.

Nothing to it. Government cleared him completely.

But it's true that Addicks wasn't always cruising on his yacht when he said he

was. Did you check the phone company?

If, as you say, he found the yacht from shore and then reversed the charges...

We're tracking down phone numbers as fast as we can.

What's so urgent about this stuff?

I mean, it's always addicts are some kind of an oddball and pose crazy

but what's the rush?

Miss Kempton is still being kept in jail, Paul.

That's what Perry said on the phone this morning.

At first, like last night, Perry thought that the police were just being

unpleasant because all of the neighbors have complained about Mr. Addicts and

his menagerie, so anything that happens out there... Well, suppose Miss Kempton

went out to the house and discovered Addicts' body and got herself conked on

head by the same hairy critter that made such a mess of him.

Paul, the doctor's now playing that Mr. Addicks wasn't just mauled and beaten.

He was also stabbed with something like a pair of scissors.

Mr.

Mason, I don't know anything about it. I left here at 9 .30 last night, just

half an hour after you did.

Do you mind telling me what you did then, Mr. Hardwick?

You already know, don't you? I met Mr. James Edna at his home in Los Angeles.

Mort Hershey said that...

The old man, Addicks, wanted to arrange a settlement as soon as possible for

Miss Kempton.

And after hearing how you found that stuff in the urn, I couldn't have agreed

more.

So that's why you and Mr.

Eppner decided on $50 ,000?

The young man checked it with his client, and she agreed, so I called the

here. Mort Hershey said he'd type out a check for the old man to sign so that

Miss Kempton could have her money first thing in the morning. And that's all I

know. I went home.

The bed.

You don't happen to know what Mr. Hershey did then, do you?

Mr. Mason, the police have asked me to help them go over some of Mr. Addick's

papers, so if you don't mind... Then tell me this.

Who's going to inherit Mr. Addick's money?

He died intestate.

He what?

Oh, I know, I know. I'm not much of a lawyer, you'll say.

But I just never could get the old man to make out a will.

Of course, a lot of his money I've helped him set up into a trust.

But the only thing he ever really cared about, some research he'd started down

in Brazil.

Does that mean his brother Charles will inherit, or are there other relatives?

No, there's Charles.

He's not much, I guess.

But Alex used to worry about him a lot.

At least he once sent Nate Fallon down to Australia to get Charles out of some

trouble or other.

And what about Fallon?

Isn't he taken care of in some way, or Mr. Hershey?

Not a penny.

There's no will, I told you.

Well, of course, you'll automatically be appointed administrator, so naturally

you'll have a hand in recommending... Mr. Mason, a moment ago you asked me

Hershey went last night.

Since I picked him up this morning, I happen to know.

He left here shortly after midnight and drove back to Los Angeles, to his room

at the Franchise Club.

Leaving Mr. Fallon alone here with Mr. Addicks?

No, no.

Mort drove Nate back to town with him and dropped him off at his apartment.

Oh. Mr. Mason, there's one other thing I can tell you.

The deputy out there tells me they found a pair of bloody scissors about half an

hour ago.

Where? Tucked into a trash barrel. All neatly out of sight.

Just like a gorilla might do.

A lady gorilla.

Yoo -hoo!

Anybody home?

Why, Miss Kempton. Hello, my dear.

And Mr. Mason.

Well, what happened?

Obviously, you've been released.

Certainly. Can't hold a person forever, can they?

I've been arguing at that point myself with the police.

Not when that person is innocent.

Not when that person doesn't breathe one single word her lawyer hasn't said she

could breathe.

Well, what did you tell them when I wasn't there?

Oh, now let me see.

Mr. Addicks phoned me at 2 a .m. last night, said he was very upset, said he

simply had to see me.

Well, I just thought it was something more about the settlement.

So I went out there and let myself in through the back way.

Did you tell them you used a key which you'd kept for nearly a year after being

discharged? Of course.

And then, when I went up to Mr. Addict's room, just as he had told me to, there

he was, dead.

What about your reasons for phoning me instead of the police? Oh, well, Mr.

Mason, I knew I was in trouble.

It just didn't occur to me that one of those creatures might have killed him.

Only then I heard something behind me, and the next thing I knew, there I was,

flat on the floor.

Why didn't it occur to you?

Well, because those gorillas are so harmless, that's why.

Like I told the sergeant. Well, if you know how to handle the things like Mr.

Addicts did, you told the police.

Mr. Mason, is there something going on here that I don't know about?

Something wrong?

Let's forget it.

Just tell me what happened that night on the yacht.

What? The yacht, remember?

The night last year when Helen Cadmus went overboard?

Oh, well, she certainly didn't jump.

Not a snooty young thing like that.

All right, you didn't like her.

But what happened?

Did addicts push her overboard?

Don't be ridiculous. A man twice her age?

Why, to him, she was just a hired help.

No, the only man that she could have been involved with around that house was

Mr. Hershey. I saw him kissing her once.

Mr. Hershey wasn't on the yacht that night, but you were.

Now, did you push her overboard?

Mr. Mason, I was seasick.

I didn't even speak with Helen that night.

You didn't? Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

You see, I went down there before dark with some supplies for the cook.

Well, they said the going was going to be rough that night, so I just took my

pills and went straight to bed.

They make me sleep during the worst part, you know.

Well, I woke up once or twice.

We were at sea by then.

And I could hear Helen next door.

Her stateroom was next to mine.

So then I could hear her typing, and Mr. Addicts was dictating to her while she

typed. Well, then the next thing I knew, it was 6 o 'clock in the morning, and

everybody was running around like crazy because Helen had disappeared.

Hello?

Just a minute.

It's Paul.

I had made were mostly to motel rooms. And the ones we've checked so far were

all registered to the same person.

It looks like our eccentric hermit was meeting a lady friend.

Yeah, some Russian woman. I've got a pretty good lead on her present address.

Russian?

Well, don't be ridiculous.

You know the ways, don't you?

Helen Cadmus.

His name is Chad Munsky, I tell you.

So you shortened it when you thought you might become an actress. But that's not

what I'm interested in.

Oh, yes, yes, I understand.

But, Mr. Drake, I don't know anything that can help you.

Why, I haven't even seen Mr.

Addicts for several weeks now.

The Laguna Motel on the 22nd.

Please. All right.

Let's talk about his background.

What? I was told to ask about his brother, Carl.

I don't know very much about him.

Benny didn't like him, I think. He used to get letters and be all upset for

several weeks.

But wouldn't explain.

Once he sent Mr. Fallon to Australia to straighten something out, but I don't

know what it was, and I've never even seen Charles, so... Was Annex afraid of

his brother?

Had he done something to him?

I don't know. Really, I don't.

Well...

Why did he want you to disappear?

Why did he set up such a risky stunt?

You were never even aboard that yacht, were you?

Come on now.

Let's have the truth.

Mr. Drake, you've got to believe this.

To me, Benny was kind. He was nice.

I know he was a lot older.

But I did care for him a great deal.

And when he asked me to help him pretend to do all this...

He said he would explain sometime when I was older.

I don't buy it.

It's the truth.

He didn't tell me and I didn't ask him.

Then how much did he pay you?

This is carrying the perfect secretary a bit a little too far, isn't it? But I

wasn't just his secretary anymore. Don't you understand?

I was Benjamin Addick's wife.

Hello?

Yes, Paul.

I see.

That is interesting, but... Of course I can't get excited. Right now I'm mad.

The police are back again.

This time with a warrant.

The warrant says Miss Kempton is being charged with first -degree murder.

And what?

Enclampment?

Would you mind saying that again, please?

Well, I'm sorry if the word offends you, Mr. Snell, but Mr. Mason was pretty

upset when the police released his client and arrested her again just three

hours later. No, not again, Mr. Drake. The night before, she was only being

as a possible witness.

Sergeant, will you come in here, please?

Will you tell our friends in the city here what happened to your car in the

garage last night? Well, the parking space for squad cars is on the ground

down at headquarters.

That's where we left the car when we brought Mr. Mason, his secretary, and

Kenton in for questioning.

Oh, three, maybe four hours later, the serviceman came up to my office. He

something tucked in the cushion on the back seat. This, Mr. Drake?

A check? A check typed earlier by Mr. Hershey for $50 ,000.

Ah, pay to the order of Josephine Kenton, signed Benjamin Addicks. Of

it's no telling how it got in the seat of your car.

No. No, we can't imagine.

We ran it through the usual tests, of course.

With no results. No fingerprints.

So what did you do? Put it back on the car seat?

Well, now you get the idea.

Then the next morning when Miss Kenton was released, there just happened to be

some men watching her.

That figures.

And she did go out through the garage, Mr. Drake. She did pick up the check.

And she did still have it in her purse when she was arrested three hours later.

Well, it's not like... You tell Mr.

Mason that it's his client who's entrapped herself.

Because this signature is also a forgery.

She forged Addick's signature.

No, no, no, no. I did not.

I didn't, Mr. Mason.

I put the check in the car cushion, I suppose. I was afraid the police might

search me. Now, wait just a minute. Now, let me explain.

You see, when I went up to Mr. Addick's room, that check was the first thing I

noticed lying right there on the table.

Well, when I saw him, I guess I thought the check might incriminate me.

Yes, I was afraid.

You thought someone else might take it from me and you were afraid you wouldn't

get your money.

Well, that is my money.

I deserve it, every cent of it and more.

Why, when I think of the awful things that Mr. Addick said about me.

But why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say something?

Oh, Mr. Mason, I wouldn't want to admit to anything that might embarrass you.

Now, will you tell me, please, when did you forge that check?

Don't you dare doubt my word.

Now, that check was just like that when I found it.

Mr. Addicks had already signed it.

But if it's a forgery, Mr. Addicks couldn't have... Do you know something,

Josephine? You might solve this case yet.

Not this poor soul.

The next one.

Sir, there's just one thing I don't understand.

It's true his face was considered a delusion on the authorization.

All these ladies at one time, you know, worked out of Mr. Addict's home.

Ah, of course.

And don't worry.

He is much improved, if I may say so.

Ladies?

Thank you, ladies.

What I meant to say, sir, was that if it's this poor man's identity you're

curious about, his dentist was here less than half an hour ago. His own doctor,

as I know it. Thank you very much.

Why did you make me do that?

I know I said I would help you find a cure. Because we're wrong.

The only explanation for addict marrying you and having you disappear...

Setting up irrevocable cuts in South America seemed to be that he was going

disappear himself.

Maybe to keep his money and escape his brother. I don't know.

Well, who does?

Who did you think that was in there anyway?

The brother?

Charles Alex?

No, Mr. Mason, we haven't been able to locate him yet.

But he spends a lot of time out in the Australian bush.

Here's a picture of him now. Mr. Hardwick located it for me.

Doesn't look much like him, does he?

No, Mr. Mason, I really can't think of any reason for postponing this hearing

any longer.

I appreciate your cooperation, Mr. Snell.

Particularly after the little stunt the police pulled.

Well, I admit I had a little word with them about that. Not that I'm conceding

there was entrapment, mind you. But in light of recent decisions... Oh, I'd

never mention a word like entrapment.

Not if you'd let me try a little stunt of my own.

I saw them leave, I tell you. They were in Mr. Hershey's car. Of course he saw

us leave. It was about 12 .15 we left, wasn't it, Marcy? Exactly. And since the

doctors say addicts didn't die until 3 or 4 in the morning... See, I just pile

in my car to go off duty. When they came driving past toward town, I waved hello

to Mr. Hershey. Besides which, the clerk at my club will tell you what time I

checked in. Never mind, Mr. Hershey.

We've corroborated all of this, Mr. Mason.

Yeah, and after the guard is locked up, it's impossible to get in the front.

Say not back.

You throw a rock over that fence anywhere and one of them electric guys

They even got a counter on the back door. Only two people came through that

after midnight.

Well, that's me, of course.

Me and then Mr.

Mason.

I asked you to remain quiet, Miss Kempton.

Well, the truth's the truth.

That's what I always say.

It certainly is, Miss Kempton.

So, does that answer all your questions now?

Well, not quite.

Mr. Hardwick, you said what was left of Mr. Addick's estate would probably go to

his brother Charles in Australia.

That's right.

Well, how much will that actually amount to after Addick's widow has made her

claims?

His what?

Widow? Nonsense.

Just because you're mad at me, Mr. Mason.

He wasn't married. It's not true.

Didn't any of you know?

Mr. Drake's been talking with his widow right there in the study, as a matter of

fact. All right, all right. But this doesn't concern anyone else, Mr. Mason.

You've had your time now.

Thanks for your patience, everyone.

You can take Miss Kenton back downtown now.

I don't believe it.

I just don't believe it.

Oh, why I ever got mixed up with any lawyer.

glad to see you. What on earth? Where did you come from?

I wanted to tell you. I couldn't tell you.

Oh, but this past year, the times I've thought of you, I wished and wished I

hadn't been so unkind and put you off. I don't understand.

When did you... Oh, I need someone now so badly. Oh, Mort.

I've talked to a lawyer and he says I can claim nearly all of Benjamin's

Darling, aren't you glad to see me at all? Of course I am, Helen.

It is just such a shock.

Helen? Mr. Fallon.

Where do you come from?

Don't look so flabbergasted, darling. Didn't you even tell her one year? What?

You'd double -cross her.

No, no.

She just means... Oh, but I thought you two were partners. What, honey, didn't

you tell him? After leaving me with all the dirty work. Shut up, Nate.

Honey, why?

She's lying.

Don't listen to her. She's lying. All right.

That's enough.

Well, what's going on here? Shut up. I said it. Yes, I think you've said

Mr. Fallon.

It was Mr.

Hershey, not you that the guard waved to as he drove away.

Hershey was driving.

The person on the other side of the driver is pretty hard to see at night.

What are you talking about?

Well, you could have stayed on in the house, couldn't you?

So you could have been the one who turned the monkeys loose, the one who

murdered Mr. Addicks.

Please. What?

Who was the other person in that car, Mr. Hershey?

Just a hired impersonator?

Of course.

The man we talked to and thought was Mr. Addicks.

But with all those phony bandages, then of course he refused to see Mr.

Hardwick.

So Hardwick wasn't in on this.

And I refused to say one word until... You just helped plan it, I suppose, Mr.

Hershey.

Maybe you're the one who discovered what Mr.

Addicks himself was planning.

And then figured out how to take advantage of it by making a deal with

Fallon's friend, Brother Charles.

No.

No, I never actually hurt anyone.

No. No, no, that's not true.

Because he kept addicts tied up in the closet for more than two days while we

set the scene for killing him.

Late. And don't tell me to be quiet. You be quiet.

Because if you'd done your job right, I wouldn't have had to use those scissors.

But Addicts fought me and I had to do it. I covered up after myself, though,

didn't I? I got Miss Tempton out here so she'd be blamed in case the gorilla

marks weren't good enough, didn't I? I mean, what more do you want from me,

Mortimer? I killed a man for you, didn't I?

But I

don't want any money, Mr. Mason.

During that year, I hated myself more and more.

Nice as Mr. Addicts was to be married, even if it was in name only.

To a man so fearful of losing his money.

He apparently cheated his brother, Charles.

He was always afraid Charles would come after him in some way.

And now they're not even sure that Charles is alive.

It was Mr. Fallon and Mr.

Hershey who kept up the correspondence and the illusion.

And even had it set up to collect an inheritance in Charles' name.

And if it hadn't been for your client's suing, oh, I should at least keep enough

money to pay your legal fees, don't you think?

Well, she has said already that she thinks they're a little too high.

Oh, come in, Paul.

Helen, you asked why Hershey forged the signature on that check.

Well, Hershey knew my client.

Knew how she'd scream if there wasn't some evidence of the settlement.

What's the matter, Perry?

Is it a little spooky?

No, I just thought it might be Miss Kempton, that's all.

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