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A murderer.

He's after me. Now, I want to get a colleague of mine to stay with you for a

while. A man?

A lady.

All right!

No! Can you believe?

She locked me in the bathroom. She did what?

What's the matter? Somebody's coming with the cops! You have been playing

detective.

The same thing happened in the Lady Wars Scarlet. I doubt if the people who are

after you read the same books.

Oh, no!

Do I make myself clear?

What's the rug?

You're going to kill yourself running like that.

Hey, wait up.

Do you want to give yourself a heart attack or what?

I got to talk to you about something.

How can we get off if you keep running away?

Do you think you're going to run forever, old man?

run some more?

Central Park. I saw it.

Yes. Yes, I'm sure.

Please. Please hurry.

80th and 5th. Please hurry up.

A murder.

Mrs. Rutherford, try to understand. There's nothing more we can do.

Well, I saw it, and it happened right here.

Well, here.

Here. Yes, the poor man crawled up the bank.

Mrs. Rutherford, correct me if I'm wrong, but the last time you called the

police, you said you saw your neighbor carrying his wife's body out to the

of his car, and that turned out to be... Everybody knew he hated his wife. ...a

soggy bathroom carpet.

And the time before that, when you called the police, you said you saw

stealing a car, and that... I know. He lost his keys. I know that, but this

time... This time, Mrs. Rutherford, I've had my men out here for two hours...

Crawling through the woods, looking for a body, and the only thing they've

managed to turn up so far is something that looks like it belongs in an agency

report. There was a murder, I swear.

Mrs. Rutherford, I'd like to help. I really would, you see, but there's no

here. There are no bloodstains here.

Not even a sign of a disturbance.

It's only 50 yards to the street.

Maybe the murderer picked up the body. And carried it out to his car in broad

daylight without attracting a bit of attention?

Stranger things have happened.

That they have.

John, would you please give Mrs. Rutherford here a ride home? Oh, my

We'll take care of it. Look, Mrs. Rutherford, next time you call the

know. I can take a hint, Detective.

I sure hope so.

I mean, he could have had an accomplice to help him with the body. That's not

unheard of, you know.

Yes, ma 'am. In fact, the same thing happened to Simon Curlow in the corpse

wasn't. In Chapter 2, Inspector Harlow asked Mr. Curlow to help him with this

perplexing problem.

There was this...

You see, you see, in anything, I think you ought to let me look at some mug

shots. You ready to go?

The killer is wanted in something else.

Oh, and I'll bet you my bottom dollar vehicle.

Ron? That man was a criminal.

You could tell by his eyes.

They were like... He made my blood run cold.

I'd be happy to help, but anyway, I couldn't. I had to break him.

I don't... What a rude...

I got it right here in my apartment.

It's a murderer.

He's after me. The police wouldn't believe it. But it's true. He's out

Andy, slow down a minute now.

What's going on? There is a man trying to kill me.

One of those just -in -case items, you know?

I see something that might come in handy.

I clip it out and I put it in this box.

Lookie here.

Here's the guy I was looking for.

All right.

Now, the man pulled the gun just after you saw the victim.

And this was the same man who followed you home.

Oh, yes, I'm sure. I could never forget that thing. The same sort of thing

happened in the Lady War Scarlet. Terry, I don't think Mr. McCall could...

Chapter 17, Simon Curley's star witness sees the reflection of the murder in a

compact mirror.

A moment too late, unfortunately.

Well, let's hope we're not too late.

Are you saying that you'll help?

I will do what I can, yes.

Now, it's important, for the time being, that you stay as close to home as

possible, Mrs. Rutherford. After all, we don't want to make it easy for that

man, do we?

But I can help you. I'm very good at this sort of thing.

Yes, yes, I'm sure you are. Nevertheless, you'd help me better if

right where you are.

Agreed?

Agreed. Good.

Now, I want to get a colleague of mine to stay with you for a while. Mr.

Kostmeyer.

A man?

Let me just tell you what Mr. Kostmeyer is.

I don't care if he's a saint.

No man has stayed under this roof since Mr. Rutherford died five years ago. And

no man is going to.

Murderer or no. Mrs. Rutherford. No!

In that case, I will ask Mr. Cosmire if he can suggest somebody else.

A lady.

What can I do for you?

Oh, weird. I was going to ask you the same thing. I'm Trudy Collins.

Castamire sent me?

No.

Oh, my.

He's a vicious -looking one, isn't he?

Look, Mrs.

Rutherford, I understand, but it's not getting any earlier. You know what I

mean? Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's just they're all so interesting.

Yeah. Hey, uh, Robert, can I talk to you for a minute?

This one looks like my nephew, man.

Look.

I like her.

Good. I really do.

But I don't think her porch light's on.

She's seen some murder every time she turns around.

All right, she's a little eccentric.

A little?

But I am certain that she has seen someone being killed.

Her description is too vivid.

She talks about the smell of the fear of the victim.

Now, you and I know about that, Alice.

You don't make that sort of thing up.

That's him.

That's the murderer.

Way to go, Em.

Kenny Pack.

Convicted felon. I think he's out on parole.

Kelly, can I talk to you?

I'd like to run with Stripper.

What was Kenny Pack's girlfriend's name?

Last one was Taffy Gold.

She works in the dollhouse down in Tribeca.

Okay, please come on.

So what?

All we've got here is air.

I mean, each one of my guys, Robert, catches two to three cases a tour. I

afford to take somebody off the charts.

No, no, no. We'll just once, Alice. Please, come on.

Okay. I'm going to call in some markers, and we're going to find out what's out

there on the street.

If he's here, we're going to find him.

Thank you, Alice.

This is rather good to want. You did very well.

Strange isn't it?

All those lives hurtling off into the blackness.

Where do you suppose they go?

Look, I'll get the old lady, Jero.

Of course you will, Kenny.

We wouldn't want her to identify you. Someone might connect you to me.

She won't identify me.

I know.

What is... Jero!

Jero! Jero!

It's done.

Only the woman saw the old man's face.

And if she identifies him, every cop in Manhattan will know what we're after,

won't they?

Right.

We'll take care of it tomorrow, Lou.

Don't tie me cold. I want to see it.

What? You hear that?

Nothing. They knocked themselves out. No one even bothered.

Give me a break.

Come on.

You got some hands.

What sort of lady do you like? We're waiting for you, honey.

Yeah, well, so much for our appreciation, Dave, huh?

So, you said you wanted to see me.

Miss Gold, my name is Robert McCall, and I'm looking for a friend of yours.

A good friend, huh?

Get him back.

Oh, I thought you said friend.

So what are you, a cop or a PI?

Well, let's just say that I'm a concerned citizen.

Right,

now you're none.

Hey, I don't care.

The jerk deserves whatever he gets. He wants it bad.

We were an item, right?

And maybe, I don't know, two weeks ago, I get home, I'm dying for a massage.

Kenny is the best, right?

But he's gone.

Disappeared. Just like that.

Those are the eight grand that I spent six months getting shinspins on that

runway for.

You're up there.

Here's what I tell you, baby.

You find Kenny, you tell him that he better pray. I never do.

You know what? Even better. You find Kenny.

kill him she's out to kill it

drew three cards.

I'm very lucky.

Thanks for telling me.

No, thank you. No more tea. I'm maxed. Oh, it's good for the plumbing.

Yeah, my plumbing is about to burst.

Deal another one. I still got a couple matches left. Not for long.

Yes, I know, dear, yes, I know.

It's, uh, I put a lot of extra magazines in there for you.

There's a lot of great stuff on fashion.

Anna, don't do this!

Anna!

Oh, man, I got nothing for you.

How come I don't believe that?

I don't know, because you're stupid, maybe.

What are you doing?

Oh,

what's your problem, McCall?

Kenny Pack.

He likes the dollhouse, doesn't he? Yeah, so what?

So?

He's not the kind of man to drink alone, is he?

You are not going to be difficult, are you, Danny?

Okay. Okay.

Kenny, he met with some guys. Guys with accents. You know, limeys.

Limeys? Oh, listen.

Listen, McCall. These are heavy dudes. You don't want to mess with these guys.

I don't know. I can't figure it. I mean, I think it's something big, but the

only thing that I caught was something about Rector Street. No, Clinton Street.

It was Clinton Street.

Yeah, yeah.

Look.

Look. That's it.

That's all I know. All right.

Thank you very much indeed.

Very good of you.

Don't mind if I take this with me.

Oh, come on. Come on, McCall!

know this Taffy Gold lives here?

I talked to the manager at the dollhouse. You'd be surprised what

you when you tell them somebody won a prize.

Here, here's your cover.

Come on.

Look, do you really think we should be doing this?

Frank, for heaven's sake.

Pat shacked up with Taffy Gold. We might find something in that apartment

that'll help us figure out what's going on.

I know, Amy, but we could get in some pretty big trouble. What if Pat...

Managing clutterbusters takes me three days a week. The rest of the time, I

read, I play solitaire, I talk to Mr. Rutherford's picture.

I'm doing this.

Then we better get to it. Good.

Here, I brought some tools.

What for?

So you can break into the apartment.

She did what?

She locked me in the bathroom and split, but I found a pad with an imprint on

it. It looks like an address.

Lucky for us, she pressed too hard.

Read it to me.

517 West 28th. You want me to meet you there?

No, no, no. I want you to call up Mickey Kottmeyer and tell him you're fired.

Like...

Look, this is the kind of thing we're looking... Good, put it in your bag and

let's get out of here. I've got to protect it.

I think we've done very well. Good, now

let's get going.

Right, right.

We're going, Glenn.

Mom!

Frank! Somebody's coming with the gun!

Of course it won't. I've got to fight to get in.

Push. Push.

I can't. I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.

Because the last time I checked, burglary was against the law.

You are just damn lucky this taffy didn't decide to press charges.

Both of you. If you'd listened to me in the first place, Sergeant, none of this

would have happened.

Robert?

Yes, yes. All right.

Mr. Zielinski, would you take Mrs. Rutherford downstairs and wait for me

I'd be happy to. Come on.

This is really unfair, you know. Please, Herbie.

Did you get the identity of the trigger man?

Jack. Wash.

It's part of a crew run by a Devon Jarrell. They're in English outfit,

of some big jobs over in Europe.

Nobody's ever been able to pin anything on them yet.

Do you think Pack is tied in with them?

I think Pack is dead.

What the hell are they after?

I don't know what they're after, Alice, but whatever they're after, they want it

very bad.

Look, I've got three men out on sick leave.

I can put the word out on Gerald, but I can't do much more until we get some

more to go on.

But you can.

Do you hear what I'm saying, Robert?

I can hardly believe it, but I hear you loud and clear, Alice.

Oh, and Robert, maybe I should put some babysitters on Rutherford.

I mean, somebody's got to do the job right.

Somebody's got to do it right.

Now, Mrs. Rutherford, perhaps you will be good enough to tell me exactly what

the hell has been going on.

I'm protecting myself by getting to the bottom of this, Mr. McCall.

You have been playing detective, and that is a very dangerous thing to do.

It nearly cost your life and the life of Mr. Dolinsky.

There are people trying to kill me.

And they may very well succeed.

You see, Mrs. Rutherford, I seriously doubt if the people who are after you

the same book.

Do I make myself clear?

Perfectly. Good.

Because I will be extremely happy if there are no further deaths due to your

games.

Now, the officers are going to take you and Mr. Galinsky home.

They are for your protection.

Your security.

You will go nowhere. You will do nothing unless you tell them first.

Is that clear?

Good. Good night, Mrs. Rutherford.

Mr. Zelinsky?

Do you think I got through to her?

Oh, I sure hope so.

She's really okay, Mr. McCall. She just gets all tied up in those damn books.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I think she's a delightful lady.

She's also a very strong -willed lady.

I've been thinking, if only she had something more than those books to think

about.

Get my meaning, Mr. Swinson?

So breaking and entering carved is still a company court, is it?

I know what you must think of me, and to tell you the truth, you may be right,

but I'd like another chance.

I really want to help, Mr. McCall.

All right.

Why don't you find out what Mr. Pack and Mr. Jarrow find so interesting in

Clinton Street?

Regret this, man, because we are gonna rock and roll!

Really?

So you see, Inspector, I just sprinkled some of the solution over the ash.

Within seconds...

The handwriting was as clear as the expression on Paddington's face when I

showed him the contents of the letter.

I sure hope you're right, Mr. Curlew. I sure hope you're right.

What is?

There's nothing on Clinton Street but boarded -up stores and empty lots. But I

had this flash. What if it's a name like in that old Hitchcock movie? So I ran

it through the company's criminal database, and bingo! It lit up the

Clinton Street.

It was a big -time fence, mostly gems, and I got his address.

Am I hot or what?

I must admit, Miss Collins, you are hot.

All right!

Or a beginner.

In the car.

With the excitement and all. Look.

Ben Warren's?

There's going to be a jewel robbery, and we're going to stop it.

No, Emmy.

No, we're not.

What? It was fun for a while, I'll admit it, but if Mr. McCall hadn't been at

Taffy's, we'd be dead.

It's time to stop.

Well, you can certainly do whatever you want.

So can I.

I think you ought to have more... Faith in your abilities, Frank.

You're playing with your life, Emmy.

And you're playing with mine.

Yours?

Why didn't you get your nose out of your damn books?

What on earth is the matter with him?

Frank! Frank!

The murderer! I saw that!

The murderer!

He's across the street by the clothing store.

Wait here.

I'm going to tell the police.

Van Warrant, hurry!

Perhaps both diamond, 132 carats, approximately value $17 million.

Sit gaudy for my taste.

Mr. Street was a diamond cutter. This is a diagram of the way that he was going

to cut, or rather recut, the stone.

Well, why was?

Well, if... Miss Rutherford's description is correct. Mr. Street here

that Pack killed in the park.

All right.

This is the new Warren brochure. I want you to check what time that diamond is

going to disappear.

Trouble.

What? The show's tomorrow.

That means he's got to be delivered today.

Interesting. What?

The street had four appointments with someone called Lou.

So maybe Lou is a part of Charles' outfit.

Possibly, oh, and Lou could be another player altogether, one we don't even

about.

Come on.

We've got to find out what time that diamond is going to be delivered.

Frank. He's sweet on me.

So that's what he meant by that.

Imagine that.

Frank?

Alice? Robert, where the hell have you been?

Rutherford's gone.

You must be joking.

How? It's been a long day. We'll talk about it later. You know something?

She may well be on her way to Van Warren's. What the hell for?

Well, it looks as though Mr. Jarrow is after the Habsburg diamond, would you

believe?

You better send a couple of units over there.

It's arriving now, Alice.

In a grey, unmarked messenger van.

We're on our way right now.

Let's go. Drive.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it

That's the first place the cops will look.

No.

Nobody's going to look for me in the upper east side of the evening.

No. I had our friend bring me here.

She assures me that the owners will not be back until Tuesday.

Is that right, love?

Yes. Yes.

Okay.

Okay, Lou.

I'll be here.

Are you going to do the same thing you did at the cab driver?

Really now, Emmy, you're such a pessimist.

If the cops find her, I just do this.

And we walk away.

They don't want your lovely face turning into hamburger now, do they?

Really doesn't look good on their report.

Really could try some.

Very good for you.

Cheese.

Very good for your complexion.

Hello, Devin.

Hello, Lou.

Tripper!

You really are a very stupid woman, aren't you?

Where is it?

Waiting for you.

Go on, Lou, open it up. It was your idea.

It's really very lovely, isn't it?

If that pig Clinton hadn't backed out, it'd be nine diamonds by now.

Well, I think it's time to go, don't you?

Let me stay, I swear.

I swear I won't tell anyone. I won't tell the police, I swear to you. I swear

won't call the police. I won't do anything.

You are going to be very calm.

You're going to leave the house and walk to the car just as if we were going for

a Sunday drive.

Do you understand?

isn't going to help you.

I'll take my chances.

Oh, my associate won't.

Miss Collins, do remind me, just how good were you at marksmanship?

Top my class.

I'll kill her.

I'll kill her! Miss Collins, the lady doesn't seem to believe you.

Miss Baker, lower your gun.

I would say that all forks light the horn on burning brightness, would you?

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

Thanks, lady.

Come on.

It's all good.

The lady wore scarlet?

Especially the lady wore scarlet.

you. Come in.

Please come in.

I, uh, hope I haven't called that an inopportune moment.

Oh, no, no. Frank was just helping me pack up some of my books.

You're not leaving, are you? Oh, no, I never leave the park.

I just change my taste in literature.

Please, come in. Come in. I'll show you. Please.

Be no more mystery.

Just got it.

Dark castles, fog -shrouded moors, screams in the night. What do you think?

I think you're going to have to tell your neighbors.

Mr. McCall, I do owe you an apology.

You and Frank were right. I was spending too much of my life with my head buried

in a book. No apology is necessary, I assure you.

Thank you.

I would like to ask you a question. I think I understand most of what

I mean, I know why that Mr. Clinton had to be killed and Taffy was the

mastermind of the whole thing. But what I can't understand is how you found out

where they were keeping me.

Your bag. My bag?

Look closely at the picture of Taffy Gold and Mr. Pack.

What does it say?

To... For Kenny, the greatest guy in the world, loved Lou Anne.

We knew that somebody called Lou was involved. We didn't know any more about

than that. Then we discovered that Taffy Gold's real name was Lou Anne Baker.

So she was followed and she led us in turn to the townhouse. I've got a

for you.

Why on earth did you take that photograph in the first place?

Oh, well, that's easy.

I instinctively knew that it would come in handy.

Just like Simon Carlow in Requiem.

No, not true.

I took it.

Frank was looking at it, and I was jealous.

I've had blindness. I've taken it for granted. I'm sorry.

Perhaps you're not really, are you?

There's no way to lay.

Yes, well, mission accomplished.

Colin. Great.

So, we did okay together, didn't we?

Yes, we did, uh, we did fine. We did fine.

Good.

So, what's next? Do we get down, um, major car theft rate, bust some drug

dealers, go after recipes, buy some effects?

Personally, I think that you'd be a great team. We should go into business

together. Okay, go. We should do dynamite together.

Get some, like, really cool business cards.

And the Equalizer returns to Plus next Sunday.

Meanwhile, if you're staying with us, Sheila Gish stars in a story of deceit

possible fate in Tales of the Unexpected.