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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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