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Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Epson, also starring

Lee Merriweather, with guest stars Patrick O 'Neill, Robert

Hogan, Lorraine Stevens, Frank

Marth, special guest star Don Porter.

Tonight's episode.

Secret of the Dune

There is somebody here. I've seen it.

Go on.

He's alive.

Get rid of him.

Mr. Wheeling.

I didn't come for any of this.

You'll do exactly as Mr. Wheeling tells you.

Understand?

This is a beauty.

You do all this work yourself?

My dad made me my own tumbler and polisher.

They did it together.

Of course, he found most of them.

I don't guess I'll be able to anymore.

I don't see why.

I got a lot of nice I get out of my ranch. I'll bring it in for you and see

you can do with it.

Timmy, your lunch is on the table, honey.

You can talk to Mr. Jones later.

Okay.

Miss Mason, uh...

Police report indicates that your husband lost control of his motorcycle

went over at a place called Devil's Elbow.

But I've already told you, Mr. Jones, Ted had no reason being anywhere near

Devil's Elbow.

He wasn't out joyriding. He was on his way to the Sierra Grocery to get some

milk for Timmy.

He said he'd run out, and besides, I had his breakfast waiting.

I understand it was a nice day, and, uh...

Maybe he was just riding along, felt good, and decided to let it rip.

They tell me the devil's elbow has become quite a challenge for a

Not to Ted.

He was always very careful.

He used to say he had too much to lose to take any foolish risks.

Mr. Jones, Ted did not die the way it said on that accident report.

I know he didn't.

Yeah, I guess he did have too much to lose at that.

Then you'll help me try to find out what really happened that night.

I can't make any promises, but I'll do my best Thank You mr. Jones

Welcome back, Mr. Markham. Thank you, Steven.

You look tired, Jeremy.

I am tired.

Everything went well, I trust.

Nothing ever goes well with those people.

But if it's a loan you're concerned about...

They've agreed to meet and discuss it.

Can they go for the full $150 million?

They didn't blink an eye.

You don't approve, do you?

I don't think... I don't think that mobsters make the best business

Look, I know how badly Wheeling Precision needs capitalization, but

reason we can't retrench it.

And later we can locate other sources.

Legitimate sources.

Now, we've retrenched all we're going to retrench. And you know as well as I do

what would happen to our stock if we went to the bank now?

Your father would have risked it.

My father's dead.

He worked for me now. It's a fact you tend to forget.

Now, when do we meet?

They're sending Dunbar out tomorrow to see what kind of a deal can be worked

out.

Dunbar? What's that? What's that? The lawyer? No, I only meet with Neiman.

I warned you.

This time, you'll do business their way.

They know what you want. They're interested in supplying it.

If you and Dunbar can come to terms.

You should have done better than that.

I am too tired to argue.

And what did you do about the girl?

She's been taken care of.

Dunbar would kill the deal if he knew she'd found out about the negotiations

threatened to publicize it.

Well, she won't trouble us anymore.

What do you mean?

She's dead.

She was trying to blackmail me into marriage.

Good Lord. You mean you just killed her?

It was an accident. It was late. I was tired. I lost my temper.

Couldn't reason with that little fool.

In a way, it was her own fault.

Where is she now?

You don't have to concern yourself.

Seaver and Casey helped me take care of it. We buried it in the desert. Nobody

will ever find it. So you see, there's nothing to worry about.

I want to talk to Seaver.

Mark.

I'm glad you're back.

Don't call it Seaver. I was the one who buzzed for you.

Oh. He, uh, he told you?

Yeah. There's nothing to worry about.

We saw to everything.

Well, I must admit that motorcyclist almost, uh, put a clinker into things.

What motorcyclist?

Well, then Wheeling didn't, uh, tell you about that.

Well, there was this fellow who just happened to stumble onto us, so we just

to take care of him, too.

I... I don't believe it.

I've been gone one week and suddenly we're murder incorporated.

Believe me, it couldn't be avoided.

Now, Wheeling already had committed this when he killed Miss Thompson.

I want a car ready at 4 .30 this morning. I intend to check every detail

myself.

Is this where Ted Mason went over?

I don't even like looking over from here.

Yeah, that's why they call it the devil's elbow.

Tough to get here and dangerous when you do.

Makes you wonder how he got his motorcycle up here.

Or why.

I haven't seen any track.

Could they have blown away?

Could have.

One thing's a cinch, he didn't fly up here.

Only one thing is a cinch.

That's the strap that holds the saddle on.

Well, Mr. Jones, like a lot of guys who got back from Vietnam, I said I was

going to make my time count for something.

It took six months of the rat race for me to figure out that it had to count

me and not the internal revenue.

It sure beats the space industry.

It's not a bad business with the campers every weekend.

Did you happen to remember the Mason couple? They used to do a lot of camping

here. Ted and Dorothy?

Sure. That's really sad, what happened to Ted.

Say, you're not with the police. I'm a private investigator.

I'm looking into it for Mrs. Mason.

Did it strike you as odd that he would be fooling around a place like Devil's

Elbow? Well, I'm past second -guessing why people do some of the things they

But he didn't strike me as the sort of guy who would take those kind of

if that's what you mean. Did you notice any other activity that morning,

campers, anything?

No, the only thing stirring at all that morning was an OH -58 that went over

about 430.

A what?

An OH -58.

A Kiowa, a light observation helicopter.

The brass used them in Vietnam.

Believe me, if you were ever an enlisted man, you'd never forget the sound of

them. That's a positive identification.

I had a chance to verify it. It flew back over about a half hour after I

up. Yeah, well, that would put him in the area about the time of Mason's

accident.

I'd say so.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much, Mr. Benson. You've been a very great help.

Oh, if you should happen to think of anything else, would you give me a call?

I'd appreciate it.

Private detective.

It's funny.

You're not what I pictured a private eye to look like.

He was asking about the motorcyclist. Did you get the license number? I got

But according to the license plate holder, it's a rental.

And I want to know who rented it.

I want to know today.

Barnaby, do you have any idea how many helicopters there are in the Southern

California area?

Not so many they could escape your careful detection, I'll bet you.

All right, how many?

Too many.

But luckily, I found out there were only seven OH -58s within operable range of

the Devil's Elbow.

Two of them were in for annual overhaul that Sunday morning.

One's on a charter to a movie company shooting in Santa Barbara.

Two of them were flying chase for a balloon race in Blythe, and another was

flying a survey for a housing development in Saucon.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Me neither.

And the last one belongs to Wheeling Precision.

Pilot's name is Lyle Casey.

Yes. Yes, Mr. Dunbar.

Yes, I'm interested in security as well as you.

No, I don't think it's wise you're being seen here.

That's why I thought the fairgrounds would be good You have the address two o

'clock sharp Yes, mr. Wheeling will be there right

Well You're committed I Warn

you they'll be tough no matter once we've hammered out the proposals.

have the money

Now what's the matter?

I'm just thinking.

About that fellow Jones who showed up in the desert.

I don't like a detective nosing around.

Shouldn't you say hit detectives? There's nothing to worry about.

I'm not so sure.

That white -haired man down there.

Well? That's Jones talking to Casey.

That grocer sounds pretty sharp on his helicopter.

Yeah, he said he'd seen a lot of them in Vietnam, but yours is the only one he's

seen in this area.

Well, uh, could be this one. I, uh, I fly Mr. Wheeling and his girlfriend down

to Palm Springs a lot on the weekends.

You remember that, Sunday?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember that morning, but I don't remember any motorcyclists.

I'm sorry, but you can understand.

Sure, I understand. It's pretty much the same in my line of work.

Maybe Mr. Wheeling saw something. After all, you were busy flying.

Or his girlfriend.

What's her name?

Mr. Casey, there's a call for you from Department 7.

What? Oh, thank you. Excuse me, Mr. Jones.

Mr., you're not allowed in this area without clearance.

I'm sure that isn't necessary, Seaver. Mr. Jones doesn't look like a security

arrest to me.

I'm Jeremy Markham.

Anyway, we can help you?

Well, probably not. I was just checking on a flight this copter made to Palm

Springs. Oh, which trip was that?

A week ago Sunday.

I'm sorry, Mr.

Wheeling didn't fly down that weekend.

Oh?

Mr. Casey seems to recall that he did.

Well, maybe if I talk to Mr. Wheeling, we could clear this up in a jiffy.

Fortunately, you'll have to take my word for it. Mr. Wheeling doesn't see

anyone.

That's too bad.

Must be terribly lonely for him.

What about his girlfriend?

Maybe if I talk to her?

Girlfriend?

I'm afraid you'll have your parties confused.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Where's Casey?

I saw him drive out after you gave him that Department 7 routine. Find him. I

want him out of reach in case Jones decides to ask any more questions.

Hi, Case.

How's it going?

Irish, huh?

Well, bartender, put Mr.

Casey's drink on my tab, please.

What are you doing here?

Join me and I'll try to explain.

I hope I didn't get you in trouble with your boss.

What are you talking about?

Mr. Seaver, this is Freddy.

You said to call if Casey dropped in here?

Well, he's here now with some guy.

I don't know.

Tall, gray -haired.

You told me that you flew Mr.

Wheeling to Palm Springs Sunday a week ago.

I talked to Mr. Markham and he said there was no such flight.

He was out of town. He wouldn't know.

Well, he seemed mighty definite about it.

You have a wife and daughter in Spokane.

An ex -wife.

You know a lot about me.

Well, you have something in common with that man that was killed in the desert

that morning.

The way I see it, your position is as exposed as his was.

What are you talking about?

Well, first, you admitted flying over Willis Benson's grocery that morning.

On my way to Palm Springs.

But what I didn't tell you was that Benson saw you go over, and then a

later, he saw you come back.

You look at a map, and there is no way that that adds up to a trip to Palm

Springs. Well, Mr. Wheeling, sometimes he likes to take side trips to

check real estate.

You mentioned Mr. Wheeling's girlfriend, but you didn't tell me her name.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jones.

You got any more questions?

You asked Mr.

Seaver.

Casey, they don't own you.

You could still speak up if you wanted to.

Good night, Mr. Jones.

You and Jones must have had a lot to discuss.

Don't worry, he didn't get anything from me.

Doesn't matter now.

It's been decided you're going to be transferred.

Transferred? Where?

To Iraq.

Oh, wait a minute.

Don't worry.

It's only temporary.

Pure temporary.

Like a ten -year exile of words. Nothing to it.

You've got a choice.

You can do it the easy way, or you can do it the hard way.

You looking for me?

If your name's Sheila Windsor, I am.

Well, you look too sweet to be a bill collector, so I guess I'm Sheila

I'm Barnaby Jones. I'm a private detective. I understand you're a friend

Casey.

Oh, yes.

Why? Is he in some kind of trouble?

I was hoping you'd read the morning paper.

Lyle Casey had an accident last night.

He did.

Lyle and I hadn't been getting along very well lately.

I guess it was my fault.

Maybe you're being too hard on yourself.

Yeah.

I was stupid and jealous.

Some time ago, I found he'd been slipping behind my back, taking out

Thompson, my roommate, picking her up at strange hours, odd places.

Turned out she was seeing his boss.

Charles Wheeling.

I guess you know what kind of a weirdo he is.

Did your roommate find him attractive?

Oh, yeah.

Bad enough Lyle misleading me, but when your own roommate gets engaged to the

richest man in America, you shouldn't be the last one to know.

Is that Valerie's picture? Yes.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

She wants to be an actress.

Casey said that he had flown Wheeling's girlfriend down to Palm Springs.

Likely that was her.

Had to be. Wheeling took her with him everywhere he went.

You know where I could get in touch with her?

No, I haven't heard from her myself in about a week.

She called me from Palm Springs on Saturday.

Tell me she had some exciting news.

What was that?

She found a way to get Wheeling to marry her.

She was going to tell me all about it when she got back in town.

That's the last time I've talked to her. That's why I was worried.

Did you try to call her?

Yeah, no luck. Not here or in Palm Springs.

Do you have another picture of Miss Thompson that I could take with me?

Yeah, sure, I'll get you one.

Could I use your phone?

Yeah, go ahead.

Barnaby John's office. May I help you?

Oh, yes, Barnaby.

Right, I've got it.

Valerie Thompson.

And call my old friend Ted Ellis down at Palm Springs and ask him to look around

and see if there's anything you can find out there.

You get to work on it up here.

All right.

Who is she, anyway?

She's an actress.

Claims that she's engaged to Wheeling.

That's interesting.

All right, I'll get right on it. Bye.

Why don't you join to see Mr. Wheeling?

What are you doing here, Jones?

I want to speak with Mr. Wheeling.

Well, in case you forgot, Mr. Wheeling doesn't see anybody.

Now, if you've got any questions, just put them in writing and send them

the company.

Well, then could I just speak to Valerie Thompson?

Thompson?

You must have some misinformation.

I never heard of Valerie Thompson.

But I understood they were very close.

Goodbye, Jones.

That's the word?

Guess that's the word.

Like we figured, nobody gets in.

But I don't think he got long to wait. He's coming out.

Fine. I'll call you at Sammy's.

All right. But don't follow him too close, you hear?

Yes, sir.

Just one of Dunbar's men checking the place out.

He just arrived at the Valley Fairgrounds.

And another car just pulled in right after him. Looks like there's going to

some big secret meeting going on in there.

All right, don't go near the entrance.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

You know, you don't know how lucky you are, Mr. Wheeling.

Such weather.

Beautiful.

Imagine.

You reach out your window and pluck an orange from a tree.

Well, I'm not here to talk of oranges, Mr. Dunbar.

As you wish.

Mr. Neiman sends his regards.

Well, I don't care about Mr. Neiman's regards.

Now, when do I see him? I want to get this matter settled.

$150 million is a large matter.

Mr. Neiman prefers not to meet. The laughter negotiations are finalized.

no problem.

You come up with a capital and you get a 12 .5 % interest in Wheeling Precision.

Mr. Wheeling, we've examined your situation thoroughly.

We recognize your needs.

necessary that you recognize ours.

In your mind, it may be that our money is tainted, but it is real money

nevertheless.

Twelve and a half percent is an excellent return.

The only good way to divide anything is half for you.

I want to see who Wheeling is meeting with.

I'm going to try to flush them out. See if you can get some shots as they leave.

Be careful, Barnaby.

You're a difficult man, Dunbar.

All right.

All right, you furnish half in cash and half in bonds, and we share equally.

Mr. Neiman will be pleased.

Suppose I set up the meeting for next week.

I don't know how tough it is to get to talk to you. I'm going to be joined. Get

out of my way. I just have a few simple little questions to ask you. I want to

take a second. I don't know how I got in here. I don't care what I'm taking care

of.

Better get us back to the office on the double.

Lieutenant Biddle, please.

Lieutenant Barnaby.

I want to touch your memory.

Short fella, load of salt and pepper hair, dark eyes.

I can't place the face. I know I've seen it somewhere.

Take it from me. He is very, very important.

Well, come around to my place in about an hour and I'll have a picture.

Sure. See you.

real slow real easy we're going for a ride in the country pops turn right at

next signal whatever you say

Pretty good, Barnaby.

This fellow doesn't pose for too many people.

You know him, Lieutenant?

Nick Dunbar.

Nicholas Michael Dunbar, to be precise.

I thought I knew the face. I just couldn't place it.

He's the top legal for Ralph Neiman.

Boss of the East Coast Syndicate.

What are you doing mixed up with these people?

Well, all I was doing was looking for a witness to help me figure out what

happened to the motorcyclist.

And that led me to Wheeling, and that led me here.

You know what I can't understand?

What's a man like Wheeling doing, cozying up to the syndicate?

Well, I'm not an expert in the stock market. You don't have to be to know

Wheeling has taken a couple of bruises lately.

Could be.

Like anybody else, he just needs money.

Well... Maybe Dunbar's people are just the ones who lend it to him. They're

always trying to get into legitimate business.

Barnaby, I'm going to need more than that picture to prove anything.

Well, how about this?

Valerie Thompson, Wheeling's girlfriend.

If we can find her, I'm betting that she can link the two together.

Now, wait a minute. How does this girl figure into the death of your

motorcyclist? Barbie feels she may have seen what happened that morning.

And if she did, she's liable to be having some trouble of her own.

I've had no luck in locating her. Not here, in Palm Springs.

Checked hairdressers, charge accounts, everything.

You think something might have happened to this girl?

Way down deep in my gut, I do, yes.

But we'll never be able to prove it until we can get past that big gate in

of Wheeling's place.

Well, can you give me more than this to work with?

Something you can't prove.

Maybe. You got another half hour?

Sure.

Oh, Mr. Jones.

Sorry to bother you again, Miss Windsor. This is Lieutenant Biddle.

I wonder if you'd tell Mr.

Biddle what you told me about your roommate.

Oh, will I?

I hope you didn't take everything as gospel. What I talked to you about, I

little upset.

Well, mainly, I'd like you to explain her involvement with Mr. Wheeling.

Oh, you mean his pilot, Lyle Casey?

No, that's not what I mean.

Well, I don't understand.

Valerie was dating his pilot, that's all.

You told me Valerie Thompson was engaged to Mary Charles Wheeling.

You had a date with her here in L .A. about a week ago, and when she didn't

up, you became concerned.

Concerned?

About Valerie?

I'm afraid Mr. Jones has misunderstood my meaning.

Valerie's not the type of girl you can set your clock to.

Then it's not unusual that you haven't heard from her.

No, not at all.

You wouldn't consider filing a missing persons report?

Yeah, having to know I'd like to help you

come up with anything any more concrete.

Give me a call.

I gotta get back downtown.

Yeah, I understand I See you're packing.

Oh Yes, I have a job in a club hotel in New Orleans I open tomorrow

Don't tell me let me guess The hotel is owned by Charles Manley Wheeling.

Mr. Jones, a girl has to take an opportunity when it's offered to her. It

doesn't matter why it's offered. It's just business.

No, Miss Fletcher.

It's not business.

You just went bankrupt.

Well, that certainly doesn't leave us with much, does it?

Leave us with more than we had before.

One thing is certain. There is a connection between Mason's death and

Thompson's disappearance.

Well, you mean because of all the trouble the Wheeling organization has

in order to block both investigations?

I mean, I can see that, but so far there hasn't been one thread of evidence to

indicate that they even knew one another.

They didn't have to.

All he had to do was pose a threat. And we know that the girl was pushing

Wheeling to get married.

Yes, but Ted Mason had never even set eyes on Charles Manley Wheeling. Unless

saw him that Sunday morning.

Well, I know that's the path from the campsite to the grocery.

This is a supposed flight path of Casey's helicopter.

Somewhere in this circle, Mason saw something that cost him his life.

Casey was your only witness to that morning.

Unless the answer's still out there.

I just may know a way to find out.

Betty, call that car rental place. I'll need that four -wheel drive again. See

if you can pick me up a bloodhound.

A trained bloodhound.

At last, Holmes. The case I've been waiting for.

I'm sorry you're not dressed for it.

And I'll need one other thing.

An article of Valerie Thompson's clothing.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Isn't he beautiful?

His name's Count Jalene III.

But I think you can forget the title. It works better with baby.

Oh, and you asked for this.

Yeah.

Well, baby, I think we're going to get along just fine.

Have fun, you two.

You see,

it never stops.

It'll stop this time, and I'll take to it myself.

Okay, baby.

Come on. Let's go. Hey.

Now,

let's find out if you're worth your rental.

If perspiration will polish stone, that agony is really going to shine.

My lawyer said you'd spoken to Wheeling Precision.

Yes, they seem more than happy to consider an indemnity for your husband's

death. That's going to make it a lot easier for you and the boy.

And didn't you say that Markham was cooperating with the authorities?

Yes, enough to keep Lieutenant Biddle occupied for quite a while.

Mommy, Mommy, where did he get that?

Oh,

that looks good, Timmy.

Matter of fact, I think... Everything looks pretty good.

Thank you Mr. Jones.

Thanks for everything.

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