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Get your hands up.

Oh, Dr. Logan.

Put your gun away.

Someone, I thought someone was calling,
sir.

For what?

Nothing in my office, anyone. What?

There's somebody out there.

Put that gun away.

Good, Dr. Logan, didn't you hear?

I'll take care of him.

My way.

Next Monday, he'll leave his calling
card.

I appreciate you coming up here to help,
Perry.

You know, the fundraising is going to be
an awful lot easier with our most

famous alumnus putting the bite on the
prospects.

I'm glad to be able to help.

Data gives me a few days away from Los
Angeles.

Not that I recognize the campus with all
the new buildings.

Now, here's the file of all the alumni
data. Oh, good, Bob.

And now we'll pick out the guys with the
money.

I just noticed a little red checkmark in
the upper corner of the card. This

boy's got the instinct of a tax
collector.

Instinct isn't much help for an
engineering major.

So if you'll both excuse me, I've got to
get ready for a tutoring session

tonight. I've got finals next week, and
you know how it is with finals.

I remember sitting in this fraternity
house not so many years ago trying to

outguess a law professor on the content
of a final exam.

I learned one thing.

Attempting to outguess any lawyer is
dangerous.

Well, I don't worry about Bob. He always
does me proud.

Of course, Jim.

But the need today for a young man to
excel is tremendous.

And in engineering, there's no bluffing.

Oh, I've tried to tell Dad that, but I'm
still trying. So long, Mr. Mason.

So long, Bob, and good luck.

Well, Jim, you've done a fine job.

What can you do, Perry?

You try to give a boy a set of
standards. You try to make him know

wrong. And sooner or later, you have to
let him go, and he's on his own.

Okay, now, let's start with pure torsion
problems. You're weak there. It's going

to take some work.

That's the trouble, eh? They all need
work.

Strength of materials, computer tech,
circuits, thermostatics. Crying towels

the other room.

Look, the final's coming up Monday. You
want to get ready for water, don't you?

Excuse me.

Myra. Did you see this?

Fluid mechanics, a fresh approach by Dr.

B. Stuart Logan is high in the higher
press lists and promises to be... Logan.

Where's Fowler?

Bob, let's pick up the session tomorrow
night, shall we?

Oh, sure, Mr. Fowler.

Same time?

Good night.

Good night.

Look, Myra... It was your thesis.

He promised you joint authorship. He
promised. I know, honey.

If you don't do something, I will.

I'll talk to Mr. Hyatt. I'll tell him
that if he publishes it, you'll sue.

Logan's acting chancellor and chairman
of my Ph .D. committee. A word from him

can make or break me.

My repletes.

It's just a matter of time. Once I have
my doctorate, I won't have to crawl.

I've been listening to that for three
years now. Chancellor Liebman's bound to

retire soon. Logan's going to step right
into his shoes, then we all move up.

But when?

When?

Maybe this year.

Or maybe the next year, or the next.

After Logan squeezed you dry?

Van, you've got to go to him. If you
wait, the book will come out and it'll

too late.

Honey, I'm with you whatever happens.

I'd rather see you a ditch digger. A
ditch digger who stands up for his

He's always out of town on weekends.

The minute he gets back.

Monday.

Hey, Joe. Wake up.

Boogeyman Logan rides on Monday. We only
have two days before finals. Okay,

okay. I was up at five this morning.

Loading trucks for your old man, you
know.

Yeah, well, you're not going to get any
sympathy from me. I just spent two hours

with Fowler.

And I am prepared to share my newfound
brilliance with you. So crack a book.

Check the paper.

Last year's answers are not going to
help you Monday, pal.

What's that anything about last year?

Look at that date.

Hey, this is Logan's exam, Monday's
answers.

Where'd you get these?

What's the difference?

I give it to you freely.

If you can memorize ten phone numbers,
you got it made.

Of course, some lazy guy might.

Crib notes on his fingernails.

Me?

I use this.

Want to hear?

Five, two, two.

I'm not interested, Joe.

If you want to take a shortcut, that's
up to you, but leave me out of it,

please.

Look, buddy.

You're not going square on me, are you?

You think I like doing this?

I'm doing it for survival.

I know all the arguments, Joe. It's all
a bunch of theoretical garbage.

We'll forget it in a week or we can look
it up whenever we need it.

He's got a crib.

With all the pressure they pour on us?

I'm not the first guy to do it.

Or the last.

Bob, you know me.

I'm up against the wall.

Logan flunked me, I don't graduate.

My old man doesn't own the world.

My old man hasn't got a business waiting
for me if I get bounced out.

Some price that's holier than thou. You
know what? You stink!

Hello, Cheryl.

Well, things must have been hectic for
you at Cal's day to keep you away from

home until ten o 'clock on Sunday night.

Exhausting, as usual.

Anything new around here?

You didn't get my message.

Message? I called you at Cal State.

I told you not to bother me when I'm on
consultation.

I thought you'd be glad to make an
exception in this case.

Liebman's retiring.

And I thought the old buzzard would hang
on for another year.

Well, now, you don't have his position
yet.

No.

under Patterson and Grange.

We'll throw a farewell party for Liebman
before the others think of it.

A party here?

Why not here?

Well, look around you.

Look at that sofa.

How many times do I have to tell you?
The whole house needs repainting.

Men don't bother about things like that.

Well, their wives do.

You don't even notice what I have to
wear.

All right, Shirley.

Dry up.

Go get yourself a new dress.

Well, other men's wives have decent
clothes and decent furniture and a nice

Their husbands are head over heels in
debt, too.

Stuart, look at me.

How long has it been since you really
looked at me?

Or talked to me?

Or bought me flowers? Or took me out to
dinner?

What's wrong with you?

I'll tell you one thing that's wrong
with you.

You nag, nag, nag.

Look about this party.

I want you to invite that English girl.

The one old baker's been giving me eye.

And Jim Hyatt is publishing my book, and
he has a lot of drag with the

administration.

How soon can you get this thing going?

I don't know.

Next Sunday, a week from today.

You know I go out of town weekends.

Maybe when you get to be a chancellor,
you'll be able to give up that extra

work. It's work that got me where I am,
and it's work that'll get me ahead.

I can't stop now.

Time, fellas.

Pass up your papers.

Mr. Fowler, what is the formula for
shear force factor?

P subscript A sine theta.

He knew that, Bob.

I didn't until I saw the question, and
then my mind went blank.

One moment, gentlemen.

Dr. Logan, later.

I have something to say to this class,
those exams.

The answer code to these questions was
stolen from my office a few nights ago.

Stolen by a clumsy thief without enough
wit to turn off my copying machine.

Oh, don't look so shocked, gentlemen.

I found that cheating is a way of life
for some students.

Or you may get away with it elsewhere,
but not in my courses.

As far as I'm concerned, you're all
suspects.

Last night, gentlemen, I altered the
order of these questions.

Those of you whose papers indicate you
followed the stolen code have written

end to your career in this college.

You may expect your expulsion notices in
the morning.

Dr. Logan?

See their faces?

Well, they're shocked. For a professor
to accuse a whole class. You mean you

condone cheating?

No, of course not. But I don't like
declaring everyone guilty until proven

innocent. Oh?

Besides, there's more than one way to
cheat.

What do you mean by that?

This book notice, Dr. Logan.

Well, late for a faculty meeting. I
can't talk to you now.

I want to know why you took my name off
the title page.

You violated our agreement.

I want to get my credit on that book,
or... Or what, Mr. Fowler?

You merely did the mechanical work of
putting data together.

It's my name that's getting hired to
publish this book, and it's my name

sell it.

Gave you the opportunity to get some
experience, and now you have the

unmitigated gall to want credit for it.

Oh, I've gotten plenty of experience
from you, Dr. Logan.

For two years, I've done your research,
and you've collected consultant fees.

I did the book, Dr. Logan, not you.

If I'm going to get anywhere, I've got
to publish. You know that. It's publish

or perish.

That graduate student threatened to kill
you for a stud like this.

Now, let's see.

Your doctor's oral comes up in a few
weeks, doesn't it?

I think the committee would be
interested in the character and

candidate that supports student
cheating, questions the actions of the

chancellor in public, and then threatens
him with violence.

I'll be here tonight to go over these
examinations.

Discuss this further then.

Around 8 .30, Mr. Fowler?

And I'll expect an apology in writing.

I'll be here, but there'll be no
apology.

How long have you been standing here?

Dr. Logan... I have no time for you now,
please.

But Dr. Logan, I... You know my office
hours.

If there's something on your mind, we
could talk.

There's nothing to talk about.

No message. I'll call back.

In five minutes, I'm getting the police.

Joe.

What are you doing here?

Looking for those in Logan's office.

I figured you'd think on me. You were
taking them back.

You're off your rocker, Joe. I told you
in the first place you should have never

taken them.

Logan checks his tests. I've had it.

If I get rid of him, he'll never know.

I'm not going to let him throw four
years of my life down the drain.

And you're going to make it look like
the whole class cheated.

He'll never be able to prove it.

Time's up.

Dr. Logan?

I'm warning you. This is your last
chance.

You're not fit to speak my husband's
name.

What are you complaining about?

That you cheated and he caught you?

You came to college to drive your
convertibles and learn to dance, to

he made you study.

Dr. Logan is dead.

Let me through.

Please. Let me through.

Murder.

Murder.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hyatt. Mr. Hyatt, I
apologize for breaking

in on your party. Oh, Myra. Dr.

Logan's dead.

The arrested van.

Mr. Mason, I didn't know what to do.

I remembered meeting you in the store
today with Mrs. Hyatt and that you'd be

here tonight.

May we use your library, Jim?

Of course.

I didn't know what to do.

This will be terrible for the college
and terrible for the town.

Bob.

Oh, I think it was rude of you to skip
Miss Street's birthday party.

Especially when your father only made it
in time for dessert.

How can you talk about a party?

Mr. Logan's been killed.

Mr. Fonger's been arrested.

Mr. Drake, this is our son, Bob.

Hi, Bob.

Hello. You're right, Bob.

The party's over.

I've been running around trying to
decide what to do.

I've got to talk to Mr. Mason.

Bob, you're not... What do you want to
talk to Mr. Mason about?

About where I've been.

About what I've done.

Bob, you're obviously upset. We'll go to
the den and we'll talk.

I've got to see Mr.

Mason. Would you excuse us, please?

All right, now tell me what happened.

Delamira's waiting. Would you take her
back to the hotel?

Paul. Of course.

Oh, don't tell me what you'll do and
what you won't do.

You'll do as I say.

Dad, I've got to do what's right.

But why didn't you think of that when
you were sneaking around this building

like a thief?

Why didn't you do right when this
examination was stolen by this

friend of yours?

I passed by those kids in their
demonstration.

You were there?

Yes, I was supposed to see Logan about
his book.

When I saw that infantile demonstration,
I decided to let it wait.

Dad, Logan was standing in the doorway.

He said, who's there?

I was scared stiff. To cheat.

To take the easy way out.

But I didn't cheat.

You say nothing about this.

Nothing to Perry Mason or anybody else.
You stay out of it.

Bob, Bob.

Decent people don't get involved.

But I am involved.

Bob.

You didn't... You didn't go into that
office and... Leave me alone.

I've been festering for months.

Myra pushed me to do something.

And then when he indicted the whole
class and he was so holy about somebody

cheating. How did your fingerprints get
on that paper spike? I don't know.

Wait.

I handled it earlier when we talked that
afternoon.

Did you threaten him with it?

Are you trying to make a liar out of me
on my side or not?

All right, Van, that's enough.

Now start from where you heard the heel
clicks.

Every one of those students will provide
the DA with more ammunition.

They all saw Fowler bending over the
body and more than one overheard the

argument. And the information on the
professor's income didn't make sense.

That's another thing I don't understand.

He must have been making plenty.

I have to admit, he didn't mind spending
it.

What do you mean?

Well, just a few days ago, he came into
the store and bought a $95 negligee.

In fact, it's still hanging there.

He said it was a surprise for his wife,
and he was going to pick it up next

weekend. On the other hand, he lived in
a pretty run -down house and drove a

nine -year -old car.

What about the weekend consulting fees?

I've had two men checking today. Two
colleges, three aerospace companies, and

laboratory. The professor hasn't been to
any of them during the past three

months. Well, then where did he go on
the weekends?

Myra, that negligee the professor
bought, could you gift wrap it and bring

back here?

Sure, I'll get it right away.

I should have gone over sooner.

I blame myself.

When I heard that disturbance and looked
out the window and saw that lynch

mob... Did you at that time have any
idea what they were doing?

Well, Stuart told me that he was going
to catch whoever was cheating.

They actually hanged him in effigy. Did
you know that?

Yes, I heard.

I was frightened by all the noise and...

The torches.

I telephoned him and I begged him to
come home and he laughed.

And he said not to worry.

He'd handle them.

And that was the last time you spoke to
him?

No. The last time that I heard his voice
was later when the disturbance got

louder. I telephoned him again. It was
about 8 .30 and he

promised to come home.

He said.

All right, Cheryl, give me ten more
minutes. Jim Hyatt hasn't come by yet.

And I've got to take care of Van Fowler.

And then when he didn't come, I went
over there.

Harry, I think we're upsetting Mrs.
Logan.

Oh, no, you're not. Not really. I'm
talking too much.

You know, Stuart used to fuss at me.

for rambling on the way that I do.

And I'm punished myself now. I have to
admit it.

I was an awful nag.

He was away so much.

But if I hadn't been such... He'd have
been chancellor.

Thank you, Mrs. Logan.

Good night.

Drive to the corner and wait for us.

Find something?

Just this crumpled note.

Call Jim Hyatt about book.

62 ,000.

942 miles.

That was the mileage on the lube
sticker, and the sticker had been put on

Friday. The speedometer mileage was 63
,132.

That's 190 miles the car went over the
weekend.

Logan always walked to the campus.

Ms. Logan doesn't drive.

That would indicate a round trip of
approximately 90 miles, allowing for a

little driving at his destination.

That would have taken him to Los
Angeles.

If that's where he went, we're in
trouble.

Dylan.

Fairview, Bluefield, Shell Beach.

Well, get right on it. By tonight, I can
have a man from my San Diego office in

here and another from Sacramento.

No, Mr. Mason, I'm not moving out and
running away.

I just can't afford this place.

Too much money and too many memories.

You knew Dr.

Logan well, Miss Wilcox?

Well?

All right. I knew him well.

Thank you.

I illustrated Dr.

Logan's book.

And that was finished two months ago.

Have you seen him since?

No.

Miss Wilcox, there are ten people in
this town who'll swear that you have

him.

Your neighbors, a lifeguard, a waitress,
and a bartender.

Well, well, well.

So Van Fowler has himself a good lawyer,
huh?

How do you know Van?

I worked with him on Stewart's, Dr.
Logan's book.

Hyatt Publishing arranged it.

I don't know much about him, Mr. Mason.

Just that he killed Stewart.

The state has to prove that, Miss
Wilcox.

And I'm going to do my best to help.

I've already told the district attorney
that I'll testify.

About what?

Will you testify that Stuart Logan was
in his house every weekend for months?

Are you going to tell the court that he
paid the rent?

That he bought the car you're driving?

You make it sound dirty.

A kept woman.

Miss Wilcox, I... It wasn't sordid. And
it wasn't ugly.

Wasn't it?

Sneaking up here, lying.

Pinching pennies all week and playing
the great lover on weekends?

Cheating on his responsibilities to his
school, his colleagues, his wife?

He didn't love her.

But he did love you.

I suppose that's why he kept his wife in
his home and you in a dark closet.

He promised that when his promotion came
through, he'd leave that wife of his.

Then we could be together no more,
Ferdie hiding, no more lying.

And you believe that?

Yes. You have a trusting soul, Miss
Wilcox.

And you have no soul at all.

You've taken something beautiful and
made it appear filthy. Now get the

out of here.

I'm sorry, Miss Wilcox.

I'm sorry for you.

Oh, don't be sorry for me, Mr. Mason.

Save your pity for Van Fowler.

I'm going to tell everything I know
about him.

Everything.

And the wound made by this instrument
was sufficient to cause death?

Yes, sir.

The spike pierced the left ventricle,
rear to front, with the point actually

embedded in the fifth rib.

You've heard testimony that the
fingerprints of the defendant's thumb

three fingers were found on this weapon.

Now, how would it have to be wielded in
order to inflict the wound that you

described?

Well, the killer would have to swing it
in this direction.

Hold it a moment.

Now, which of your fingers are touching
the base of the spike?

Why, my thumb and first three fingers.

Thank you, doctor.

Cross -examine?

No questions.

After an argument with Dr. Logan about
one of my technical illustrations, Mr.

Fowler said to me, Logan will get
himself killed one of these days.

Did you observe any other instances of
animosity between the defendant and the

decedent during work on the book?

Yes, I recall the day we finished work.

Dr. Logan had left.

Mr. Fowler read the preface that Dr.
Logan had prepared.

And then he drew a circle around the
pronoun I every time it appeared.

Now, why would he do that?

He was furious.

Finally, he got up and he yelled, I, I,
I. And then he tore it up and threw the

pieces on Dr. Logan's desk.

Would you say, from your experience with
him, that it was normal behavior for

the defendant to do a thing like that?

Mr. Fowler had a violent temper.

Mr. Mason?

No questions at this time.

When you arrived at the door of Dr.
Logan's office with the other students,

did you see?

Well, Dr.

Logan was lying face down. He wasn't
moving.

And where was the defendant?

He was there, too.

As a matter of fact, he was leaning over
the body, wasn't he?

Yes.

Bob, you know the defendant quite well,
don't you?

Oh, yes. He's one of my instructors.

He's been a big help to a lot of us. All
right, son.

You've convinced me.

He's been a good teacher.

Tell me, wasn't he also your tutor?

Oh, yes. He helped me prep for finals.

The finals were on Monday, the day Dr.
Logan was murdered.

Now, during the previous week, were you
tutored by the defendant?

Well, yes, sir, but I've already told
you that. Yes, Bob, now I want you to

the court what happened the night the
tutoring session was cut short. Miss

Finley came in.

That's Myra Finley, Mr. Fowler's
fiancée, right?

Yes, sir.

Well, go on. What happened?

Well, she was upset, I guess.

It was something about Mr. Fowler's
book.

I just remember her saying something
about Mr. Fowler doing all the work

Dr. Logan taking all the credit.

Then Mr.

Fowler asked me if I could come back the
next night.

What else did you hear?

Well, sir, outside the door as I was
leaving, I overheard... You could hear

through the door?

Well, I didn't mean to, but Miss Finley
said... If you could hear her through

the door, she must have been shouting.

Well, I guess she was upset. She said
that Mr.

Fowler... That if he didn't do something
about Dr.

Logan... That she would.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

No questions.

Now, let's get this straight, Miss
Finley.

Miss Wilcox has told us about Dr.
Logan's book. Now, you're telling us

Fowler's book. How many books were
involved?

It's just one.

Vans.

Mr. Fowler's. Do you mean that Dr.

Logan was assisting Mr. Fowler?

No.

They were supposed to share a credit.

Well, Miss Finley, I don't want to
suggest you're not telling the truth,

Objection, Your Honor. Your Honor, I'm
simply trying to clear up a very

perplexing problem.

Learned counsel for the defense has
already opened up this line of

in earlier cross -examination.

Objection overruled.

Estate's exhibit number five is
publication notice for a book, giving

credit to Dr. Logan.

So I'm sure, Miss Finley, you must be
mistaken.

I'm not mistaken. It's Van's book.

Objection, Your Honor.

The witness cannot testify from her own
knowledge on authorship of the book.

She's not an expert. She was not party
to any legal arrangements in regard to

any book.

I'll withdraw the question.

Let me put it this way.

When you talk about the defendant's
book, are you referring to State's

No. 5?

Yes. Now, Miss Finley, you seem so
insistent about the book. Did the

tell you that he had written Dr. Logan's
book?

He, an instructor, without college
tenure, never published before, had

book that the decedent, a recognized
authority... Sure, Dr.

Logan was an authority.

Van did his research for two years.

Van did the work, and Logan pocketed the
consultant fees.

That's a little hard to believe, Miss
Finley. No man would suffer such

inequities without complaining about it.

Van did complain. He told Logan. He let
him know in no uncertain terms that if

he didn't share credit on the book,
he'd... He would do what?

I don't want Mr. Mason's answer. I want
your answer. He would do what?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Mr. Fowler was angry.

It was right after the examination.

In the hall and then in Dr. Logan's
office.

And he... Mr. Fowler said... Go on. He
said something about somebody had

threatened to kill Dr. Logan once.

And that he didn't think... Dr. Logan
would tempt fate again.

And what was Dr. Logan's reaction to
that?

He was mad.

Awful mad.

Didn't lose his temper.

Never saw him do that.

But he could cut you in half with a
look.

That's how it was when Mr. Fowler was
arguing with him.

Dr. Logan glared at him.

And he as much as said he'd see Mr.
Fowler didn't get his Ph .D.

You may cross -examine.

No questions.

I saw the students with their torches
and their banners from my window, so I

called Stuart the second time.

Was he frightened or upset?

Oh, no, not of the students. He said, I
can handle them.

It's Fowler that I expect trouble from.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

No questions.

Endure the lateness of the hour. Court
is adjourned till 10 o 'clock tomorrow

morning.

No questions again. Why didn't you cross
-examine?

The hearing isn't over yet, Ben.

I hope I didn't hurt Mr. Fowler.

I mean, I was in a bind.

I'm no think, Mr. Mason.

You told the truth, didn't you? Why, Bob
always tells the truth.

Except maybe to his girlfriends.

Listen, my girlfriend and your mother
are waiting for us. Come on.

Perry, I'll be calling you. That
fundraising is moving right along. Come

son.

Della, how's your teenage vocabulary?

Better than average. Like, I'm tough,
I'm cool, I'm too much.

Well, what's your definition of a fink?

Mr. Mason.

I was told it would be all right to
wait.

Oh, sure.

Can I get you something? Some coffee or
something?

No, thank you.

Mr. Mason, after the way I fell up in
the stand today, I guess you don't think

much of me. You told the truth.

That's all you could do.

I know my father doesn't think much of
me lately.

My buddy doesn't think much of me. What
do you think of yourself?

I don't think much of me either.

I wish I was your age.

My whole darn generation got a lousy
deal.

Pressure to get into school.

Pressure to stay in. Pressure to make
good.

And no other generation has had to face
problems?

The four horsemen have been riding for a
long time.

Yeah, but we've got the bomb to worry
about.

You'll have to do better than that, Bob.

Somewhere a man has always lived in
terror of something.

If not the bomb, then the plague.

Aggression or the elements?

Oh, now, go ahead. Tell me about truth,
beauty, and honor.

Oh, I've heard that song before.

Well, I can tell you from my generation
that you're wrong.

You can't tell me one thing for your
generation.

It deserves a better spokesman, one
who's strong, not weak, not spineless.

Now, wait a minute. Your generation,
like mine, will endure because the old

verities you sneer at will prevail.

Beauty and truth and honor.

You're not capable of recognizing beauty
or speaking truth or preserving honor.

Mr. Mason.

These past few days, I... I don't know
what I've been doing.

I don't know what to believe.

I don't know what to do.

I don't want to fight with my father
and... I don't want to think of my

Then don't.

No one's forcing you.

Don't blame your father. And don't blame
your friend. Blame yourself.

It's your standards.

Your principles.

Your sense of right and wrong that are
to blame, not theirs.

This is your world, Bob.

Live in it.

Dr. Logan was phoning.

I could hear the click of the dial. It
seemed to go on like long distance.

Dr. Logan said, 2 -1 -1, please.

Then he said no message and just hung
up.

What was the time, Bob?

It was 8 .15, no later. I heard the
clock chime.

What happened next?

Then I dropped the test papers.

Dr. Logan came out, so I hid, and he
went back into his office.

Where were you?

I was flattened up against the wall by
the staircase.

I wasn't even breathing.

Then I heard the crowd. They came over
to Dr. Logan's window. They were yelling

for him to come out.

What time was that?

It was about 10 minutes later.

The guard or somebody was trying to get
them to break it up. I see.

What then?

Then I got outside about 8 .30. I heard
the clock chime.

You were inside within hearing distance
until 8 .30?

Yes, sir.

You telling me everything, Bob?

Everything you heard and saw?

No, sir.

I heard Mr. Fowler, too.

Tell me about Mr. Fowler.

He was coming down the side corridor.

I heard footsteps, high heels drumming.
In fact, Mr. Fowler called out. Called

out what?

He called out, Myra, is that you?

Now, Bob, what became of the test
papers?

The test papers?

Yes, where are the test papers?

And who did take them from Dr.

Logan's office?

I took them.

Now, Bob, I want you to indicate on the
board with this chalk your path.

Well, I came up the stairs here, and at
the door of Dr. Logan's office, I

heard he was on the telephone, and I
realized that I couldn't go in. And I

dropped the test papers, and I picked
them back up and hid back over here.

Well, Dr. Logan came out.

Then Joe came from here.

And went out which way?

Down the stairs.

Now, how about Mr. Fowler?

He came down the side corridor.

Only he went into his office and he
didn't come out.

Now, Bob, what about the sound of
clicking heels?

Over here, going away.

And down the stairs at the far end.

Wait a minute.

I remember something else.

The heels ran out before Mr. Fowler
entered his office.

So those heels, as you call them, could
have entered Logan's office from the

right, killed him, run away, all before
Mr. Fowler even entered.

Now, I should like to recall Evelyn
Wilcox to the stand.

I had just seen Stuart and Dr.

Logan the day before, Sunday.

There was no point to my coming here
Monday.

Not even for this?

Defense exhibit day?

Meet me in my office eight tonight.

Vital. Signed, Stu.

Where did you get that?

It's a matter of record with the
telegraph company.

You did come, didn't you?

Yes, I...

I had planned to work late in my office,
but I came.

Not to kill.

To celebrate.

Stu expected the chancellor to retire.

All our plans were going to work out.

Then we could be together openly. No
more hiding.

After his divorce, we were going to be
married.

It's a lie.

It's a lie. It's a lie.

It's a lie.

Do you think you can go on now, Mrs.
Logan?

I was going to say that I'd known about
that woman for a long time.

But now that Stuart was going to be
chancellor, he knew that he couldn't

that kind of nonsense any longer.

So he sent her that telegram to break it
off once and for all.

If your honor, please, I'd like... I
haven't finished, Mr. Mason.

Mrs. Logan, when you called your husband
either time, at 8 .15, I think it was,

and then later, did he give you any
indication that the woman... Miss Wilcox

present?

Well, sometimes men need a little
stiffening of the backbone, but I

worried.

Stuart assured me that it was final.

And then when he told her that he was
through with her, she killed

him.

All right, Mr. Mason.

I appreciate what you're going through,
Mrs. Logan. I'll be as brief as

possible.

Those were two rather long phone calls
you've been telling us about,

they never took place.

That's not true.

Bob Hyatt and Joe Price were just
outside that office and they didn't hear

telephone ring, not once.

Bob Hyatt did hear your husband call out
an area code number.

Long distance, he asked for 211, the
number at Evelyn Wilcox's office

in Shell Beach.

Now, does that sound as if he expected
her in his office? This telegram was

by you, Mrs. Logan.

Your husband was leaving you for another
woman, so you decided to punish them

both. He would die, and she would pay
the penalty for murder.

We'll soon forget this case. A woman
scorned. I'll never trust one again.

Paul, you've always managed to equate
trouble with a woman.

Not me. I'm too young to be bitter.

Yeah?

Must be pretty tough on Joe.

I'm betting you'll make it next time.

The hard way.

I'd say the hard way is the way you
tried last time.