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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

With guest stars Peter Haskell, Inga Swenson,

E .J. Peeker.

Tonight's episode, The Lonely Victims.

Hello, Al.

What's happening?

Tell me about the girl in the corner booth.

Louella. She's in a lot.

Works in one of the mail rooms upstairs.

Pass.

Check that out. There's a live one.

Swimsuits. She models them, right?

Close.

Lingerie.

You sure know how to size them up.

What about her? Does she come in often?

Drops them mostly on Fridays.

She's with the big pharmaceutical house. You know, drugs.

Ralph, you're a veritable fount of information.

Thanks. Clever hands, too. Thank you.

How about a refill? Got some water?

Make that a match set?

I... I was just about to go.

Now you can't go. You haven't finished your drink yet.

I'm Jack.

Smile.

I... That's much better.

Cigarette?

No, thanks.

You, um, come here often.

No, no, not usually. How about yourself?

Almost never.

Here.

Thank you, sir.

I just remembered something.

I have an important business phone call to make. It's only going to take me a

few minutes. Now, you wait, okay?

Otherwise, they're going to rip off my scotch.

I shall guard it bravely.

I'll be right back.

Thanks. What are you doing here?

Six weeks. I waited for you to come back for six weeks.

I told you to stay in San Diego.

You know how dangerous it is for me up here.

Well, what about me? I was going crazy. At least you could have known I was

called once in all that time, Frank.

Uh -oh, I'm being watched.

Act like you don't know me.

Who?

The guy on the other side of the hallway, the one with the cigar.

He's one of them.

Uh, Frank, if you're trying to tell me that you...

Get out of here.

I'm going to have all the exits covered. We're going to have to figure another

way to get out of here.

Frank, please. No more lies.

What lies?

Come on, Laura.

You said you loved me.

You said you wanted to marry me.

And I do want to marry you.

More than anything else in this world.

You're lying again.

All those stories about... Having to pay off some gambler.

My God, I helped you rob my own company because you said they'd kill you if you

didn't pay them off.

That's right.

And I still owe them $50 ,000. The diamonds that we took were... Stop it.

There were no gambling debts.

You pulled the robbery, you and your friends, for yourselves.

Is that what you really think?

What do you want me to think?

You just left me.

You never called.

I just didn't want you to get mixed up in all of that.

I couldn't let them know where you were. Don't you see that?

What do you think I would have done if they had grabbed you?

Is that true, Frank?

All right, yeah.

Look, I'm not perfect. I got faults. But I have always, always been

honest with you.

And down there, all right.

Look, I've got an idea.

I'll go first and leave them off.

Wait ten minutes, then you follow.

I'll meet you later at your place.

No, no, I'm going with you.

Laura, I told you, that's not safe.

Look, either I go with you or I call the police.

You call the police?

I love you, Frank.

I've already proven that.

You shouldn't have come up here, Laura.

You should have stayed in San Diego.

Sorry it took

so long.

Well, Alf, tell me that you're a secretary.

Administrative assistant.

At a pharmaceutical company.

One out of two is not bad.

Norlon Pharmaceutical.

Interesting work, Jane.

Jean.

Ann. Ann Hobson. Yes, it is very... Well, tell me, Miss Ann Hobson, have you

dinner tonight?

No.

That's good.

Because I know a very nice, very quiet little restaurant where the scampi is

terrific.

Okay?

Okay. Why not?

Your sister was a very handsome woman, Miss Sanders.

She was also a very strong woman, Mr. Jones.

Please, sit down. Thank you.

You know, sometimes we have difficulty in accepting things from people,

especially people that we love.

No.

I will not accept suicide, Mr. Jones.

If I did, I'd also have to accept the blame for driving Laura to it.

You and your sister didn't get along?

Of course we did.

Until she quit her job and ran off to San Diego to marry that man.

There was never a harsh word between us.

You didn't approve of the man?

There was nothing to approve or disapprove about Frank.

I never even met him.

It was just the way she suddenly up and ran off with a perfect stranger, a man

who picked her up in a bar.

I did not approve of that.

The newspapers never mentioned a husband.

It's because they were never married.

All I could get Laura to say when she came home was that he left her there in

San Diego.

Did she say why?

Well, she was only home for two days before she died.

She wouldn't talk about it at all.

Well, maybe this Frank could give us some kind of an idea of her mental

I thought so.

I thought so, too.

But I don't know how to look for him.

I don't even know his last name.

Well, maybe we could find out from the motel they stayed in.

Which one was it? I don't know.

Wait.

There was a picture on the postcard that she sent when she first came down

there.

Looks as though someone's cut off the name of the motel on purpose.

Yes, she didn't want me to contact her. You know, when someone leaves a

job,

leaves home, runs away with a man and then loses him, that could bring

on the pressures that could lead to suicide.

When Laura came home, I wasn't very nice to her.

She could have handled those other problems, but I

didn't help.

I, uh...

I told her what a fool I thought she was.

And then the next thing, she was dead.

Don't you see, Mr. Jones?

I have to know.

I'll look into it for you, Miss Sanders, but all I can promise is the truth.

It was like my right hand.

Irving practically ran the place.

Sounds like Laura was happy with her work. Oh, just as happy as we were with

her.

Oh, Max, Max, Max.

Sort the big ones first. The mailies, leave for later.

I'm sorry.

Six weeks and we're still in the mess after the robbery.

The robbery?

I thought everybody knew about that.

Men broke in in the middle of the night.

Looks like they overlooked a few.

No, they only took the very best.

Six weeks ago. That's about the time that Laura went to San Diego. She had a

chance to get married. We were all very glad for her.

Oh, look, Mr. Jones.

If you think there's any connection between Laura and the robbery, that's

impossible. There never was anyone more trustworthy.

What about the man she was supposed to marry?

Oh, I saw him a couple of times when he came to pick up Laura.

Frank Miller, a salesman or something.

Any idea where he worked, where I might be able to get in touch with him?

Business equipment.

Never mentioned the name.

What did he look like?

35, good -looking, light hair.

Oh, yes, and a small scar on his chin.

Laura's sister said they met in some kind of a bar.

Do you know which one?

She never mentioned the name. Some place in the neighborhood where single people

met. Well, thank you very much, Mr. Inball. You're quite welcome.

Irving.

It's just amazing how much strangers...

Oh, most strangers can tell each other about themselves.

How else am I going to get to know you?

I still don't know anything about you.

All right, that's fair. My turn. Why don't we go up to my place, and I'll

up a little dinner, and while I'm sitting there counting all the lovely

on your face, I'll tell you about my sordid past.

Seriously, Jack, why do you want to know so much about the company I work for? I

mean, what are you really after?

Besides your body?

I said be serious.

All right.

All right, I shall be serious.

I'm, uh, I'm looking for a new job.

You're thinking of working for my company?

It would mean being close to you.

I left my sweater on the boat.

I'll get it. No, it's okay. I know just where it is.

Hey, wait a minute.

Connie will be right back. Okay.

I knew one of these days I was going to be running into you again, Frank.

Hi.

Steela Wiles.

You don't remember, do you?

Oh, yeah, yeah, sure, I remember.

It just went through me a little bit, seeing you up here.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Jack!

Jack!

I want you to meet an old friend.

Sheila, this is my wife, Ann.

How do you do?

Nice seeing you again, Jack.

Yeah, sure.

What was that all about?

Not an old friend. A pest. I'm sorry. I didn't know how else to get out of it

without saying that we were married.

I don't believe it. You should have seen the look on her face when he said, my

wife.

Besides, when he was romancing me, he told me his wife was in a wheelchair for

life. Oh, let's go, Sheila. I'm beginning to feel like a peeping Tom.

No, wait a minute.

Jack. Jack Arno.

P93.

Looks like he changed his last name, too.

A glass of milk, please.

Thank you, thank you. Very nice.

Thank you.

I haven't seen you here before.

Well, you might say I'm making the rounds.

I had no idea there were so many singles bars.

Whole new world.

Been striking out everywhere, huh?

Yeah, you might say that, too.

Well, stick around.

If you can't get lucky here, you can't get lucky anywhere.

What happens, I'm trying to find out about a lady whose luck ran out here.

Oh, yeah, the jumper.

Nice chick.

Had her whole life ahead of her. Who can figure it, huh?

Oh, thank you.

Did you happen to know the... The man she was supposed to marry.

Frank Miller.

Miller? Yeah, it's a nice -looking fella.

Kind of tall, about 35, light brown hair, little scar on his chin.

Oh, yeah, sure, Frank. He comes in every now and then.

So he was doing a number with her, too, huh?

I remember the night he asked me about her.

Frank's a different breed than he usually comes to places like this.

What do you mean?

Well, he's not interested in looks.

Brains. The kind of girls who have good jobs.

Like the jumper did.

Why do you say that?

Well, I guess he likes to kill two birds with one stone.

Frank's a citizen of some kind.

And I figure he only goes for the girls with the good jobs.

Any idea where I might be able to find him?

No, I haven't seen him since the chick jumped.

Oh, he was in there that night.

Yeah?

With her?

Oh, no. He was here alone.

But he didn't leave that way, though.

Hey, are you writing a book about Frank Miller or something?

No. Why? Do you know him?

It was on his list once.

Hold the phone.

Gee, thanks.

Right on.

What's the matter, Silver Fox? Frank run off with your wife?

No, it's nothing like that. But I think he could help me with a case I'm on.

Case?

I'm a private detective, Barnaby Jones.

You can call me Sheila, but only if you promise to take me as your prisoner.

Have any idea where I might find Frank?

Oh, uh, I didn't say that I know exactly where, but, um, I might be running into

him. You never know.

Well, would you ask him to call me, uh, when you run into him?

Thank you.

Yeah. Yeah, I can talk.

Well, it lays out this way.

There's video cameras in 11 key locations.

The outer alarm system is tied into a central station.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, most of the heavy stuff is in a special vault.

Ain't gonna be easy, McGee.

Huh?

Hey, I'll get more details. Don't worry about it, huh?

It's going to take a little time.

Later.

Well, well, well.

This is a pleasant surprise.

I thought you'd already left.

Well, it was still early, so I just... Well, I... I'd

better be on my way.

That phone call shook you up a little, didn't it?

You were discussing my company's security system.

Things I told you in the strictest confidence.

Be hard for me to deny that now, wouldn't it?

That night we met at the Tower West.

Me.

Out of all those prettier girls, you picked me.

Now I think I know why. And I suppose you're going to the police.

No, I...

I was just going to try and forget. Well, I'm the one that blew it, so you

as well know.

Ann, I am the police.

What?

An undercover officer for the Narcotics Bureau.

I couldn't tell you before, and I shouldn't be telling you right now.

But you call in, they're going to yank me off the case and call off this entire

operation. What operation?

We have reliable information.

that Norlon's going to be hit in the next few days.

Robbed? But who?

We don't know yet.

But they are involved with somebody inside the company.

And that's why I was put under.

To, uh... To get close to you.

This is happening so fast, I'm still... Shocked.

I expect you would be.

And all that's happened?

With the two of us?

That was just part of the job?

That's the way it began.

But it isn't ending up that way, is it?

Isn't that also part of the job?

You can say that after last night.

I'm sorry, Ann. I've got to change my clothes and go meet my contact.

Thought they were going to have me on the carpet.

Look, I'll explain it all to you tonight.

And I won't blame you if you don't want to see me again.

But there is one thing I would like you to keep in mind.

We're dealing with dope.

We're dealing with somebody inside your company.

Now, if you tell anyone, you could blow my cover.

That makes me a dead man.

I won't tell anyone.

Don't worry.

In the Simca diamond robbery, Lieutenant, did you run across a young

Laura Enders, worked for the company?

Hmm.

Nice girl.

Yeah, I met her. We checked her out.

No past record. Not even a jaywalking ticket.

It says here that the thieves knew exactly where to cut off the alarm. They

in and out in six minutes.

What are you driving at, Barnaby?

That girl worked there for 15 years. She didn't just...

to suddenly become an inside plant.

No, but shortly thereafter, she suddenly became a suicide.

I looked at the pictures, too.

Homicide handled a suicide angle, and they said there was absolutely no

of foul play.

I've got to get back.

You come up with anything concrete, we're interested.

Hey, thanks for waiting lunch for me, fellas. I'm sorry, Betty, I'm late for a

meeting. Don't worry about it.

You left San Diego at 11 o 'clock. What kept you?

Truck overturned on the freeway. Traffic backed up to it there.

Well, since you're here, how about eating this tuna fish salad I ordered

you? You never let me down, do you?

And what do you have to barter for this fine feed?

The motel where Frank Miller and Laura stayed in San Diego. The edge cone.

Your idea paid off. I used the zip code on the back of the postcard and found a

postman who recognized the picture.

Did you come up with anything?

I showed the picture of Laura to the manager and he recognized them. They

uh... Registered under assumed names.

Anything unusual?

Well, the manager said that Laura seemed frightened most of the time and that

she kept pretty much to herself.

Kept to herself?

Where was Frank Miller?

He left after the first few days and never came back.

Probably, I think he abandoned her.

And there's your motive for suicide.

Just a minute.

I was just getting ready to go out, Sheila.

And miss what I have to tell you?

Like about a certain private detective who's been looking for you.

Okay, what private detective?

Name's Barnaby Jones.

Been asking all the singles bars for you.

You tell him where he could find me?

Are you kidding?

What are friends for?

Unless, of course, it's okay for me to tell him where you live.

I guess there isn't any point in trying to keep you with this issue.

That girl, Ann.

Oh, your wife.

I noticed she's out of the wheelchair.

Made a miraculous recovery, huh?

My wife died eight months ago.

I'm sorry.

Anyway, that girl, Ann.

She is married.

I guess that Jones character is someone her husband sent after.

I thought it must be something like that.

Why buy trouble when you can get it for free?

Make me another drink, Frank.

Sure.

I think I'll even break my date tonight. I mean, after all, private detective,

it's all over between me and Ann anyway.

Don't believe you.

Tell you what, we can share you Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and me the

rest of the week.

Honest, it's going to be you and me all the way, just like old times.

Oh, I mean it.

I've got some important business coming up. When that's finished, a couple of

days at the most, we can take off.

How does Acapulco sound?

I said, how did Dr. Poco found to you?

Look at this.

Armed guards, alarms.

Yeah.

That big robbery in that fur company where I used to work.

It was you.

You don't really believe that, do you?

That's just the floor plan of the company I'm doing business with.

No, no, no, no. I remember the policeman kept asking, who knew about the guards,

the alarms, everything that's on this?

But I thought to myself, Frank, No.

He's just a busybody salesman who has to know everything about everyone.

So I put it out of my head.

It's too bad you didn't keep it up.

So now what?

Don't go blow a tire.

I'm not going to tell.

I might even help you if you want.

I do pretty well just by myself.

Not anymore.

We're going to be close.

Mr. and Mrs. Close.

Married close.

Won't that be fun?

A barrel full of monkeys.

We found her purse on the dock with your business card in it. I thought you

might be interested.

Yeah.

Make a positive identification?

Sheila Wiles. Hold it a minute, will you?

Hold it.

Her roommate, Connie Maxwell, just left.

All right.

How does she tie in with this Frank Miller you've been looking for?

I figure she's another one of his ex -girlfriends.

Probably just a coincidence. The coroner seems to think there is nothing here

that doesn't read accidental drowning.

Any bruises on the body?

Just that nasty one on her head.

She probably wandered down here from one of those bars up the way there, tripped

in the dark, hit her head before she fell in the water. My men are checking

the bars now.

May I? Oh, yeah.

Like some kind of fiber.

Yeah, we found a lot of that on her dress, too.

Mind if I take a sample?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Connie Maxwell?

My name's Barnaby Jones.

I wonder if I could talk to you a minute, if you don't mind?

Well, I don't feel like talking now.

Is this for Sheila?

How did you know that?

Well, it's actually Sheila that I came here to talk to you about.

I'm a private detective.

Well, I told the police everything.

Yes, it was the police who told me that you and Sheila were living here

together.

Did she ever mention a man named Frank Miller?

Miller?

Yes.

He was the guy we ran into down at the marina the other day.

Well, then she saw him.

What day was that?

Tuesday, I think.

See, she called Frank, but he was going under another name.

Jack, that was it.

They used to go together, but it was pretty plain he was ducking or said he

married now.

Is Frank Jack?

Did he change his last name also?

We were outside his apartment building.

It was the Marina Cordoba, and his name was on the directory.

Arno.

That's it.

Jack Arno.

Come on in.

It's all yours. I'm on my way out.

The director said Jack Arno, but you look a lot like a fellow named Frank

is supposed to look.

Who? Frank Miller.

No, I don't know the man.

Well, I bet I could find some witnesses who would swear otherwise.

Tell me, the boys send you to find me? The boys?

You're not from the book?

No, I'm a private investigator, Bonnery Jones.

For a minute there, I thought you were from a bookmaker. I owe money. That's

I changed my name.

I'm looking into the death of Laura Enders.

Oh, Laura, yeah.

That's a terrible shock, her taking a dive like that.

I understand you two were about to be married.

Do you mind telling me why you parted so suddenly?

She had problems up here.

She was making a great big deal out of a very, very small romance.

The only thing that she had in her mind was marriage, and me, I'm not exactly

the marrying kind.

I like surprises.

Yes, I imagine you were surprised to discover that you had been in the bar of

the same building the night she jumped off the roof.

Yeah, when I read about it later, it was a real shock.

Did you talk to her that night?

No. No, I haven't seen Laura since we busted up in San Diego.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somebody picking me up. What about

Wiles?

Did you just happen to stumble across my telephone book, Mr. Jones?

You didn't know she's dead, too.

Dead?

They found her body not far from here.

Oh.

I just bumped into her yesterday down at the dock.

Bumping into you is not healthy for ex -girlfriends, is it?

Was that meant to get a rise out of me for some reason?

No, I was just noting a curious phenomenon.

Well, let me note one for you.

Haley's Comet makes an appearance every 75 years.

Now that, plus two bits, will get you a cup of coffee and one refill.

See ya.

They're going to hit your company tonight.

Are you sure?

Just got it from that guy up on the balcony.

He's one of them.

Let him worry. The alarms will be turned on in a few minutes.

Where's the sensor key?

In there.

What are you doing?

Radio equipment.

Didn't tell us that the TV camera was behind bulletproof glass.

I'm sorry, I didn't know it was important.

It'll be all right.

This is the ultra sensor.

The keys in the top right -hand drawer of the desk.

Where is this, Dolly?

My office and back to the hall.

I'll wait in the car, all right?

No, you go on home.

This could take hours. I'll call you when it's over.

Be careful.

I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

Oh, Miss Hobson, we're just getting ready to lock up.

Sorry, Pete, I had some things to clean up.

Good night, Miss Hobson. Good night, kid.

Secure, Pete.

Okay, turning on main alarm.

Miss Hobson?

Oh!

I didn't mean to startle you, but I've been waiting to speak with you.

My name is Barnaby Jones. I'm a private investigator.

Those things are easily forged.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

How well do you know Jack Arno?

That's really none of your business.

In that event, Miss Hobson, I'll get right to the point.

Two ladies, Laura Enders and Sheila Wiles.

Both used to date a man named Frank Miller, who now calls himself Jack Arno.

So what?

The companies of both these ladies have been robbed and the ladies themselves

are dead.

I think murdered.

I don't believe a word you say.

Let's get to it.

What's up Pete something's happened the picture from Prescott's office you

better check it out

Touch the phone, you're a dead man.

Out. Now, around.

Bring in the wall.

You made a big mistake coming back here, lady.

Hold it!

Get their gun.

Call the police.

But at least Jack Arno's confession helped one lady.

Now Laura's sister can have some peace of mind knowing that she didn't drive

Laura to suicide.

I know.

I'm truly glad for her. I just feel I've been so foolish.

Well, look at it this way.

If Eve hadn't been foolish about Adam, we might never have had applesauce.

Was it?

Or cider.

Now, somehow, I always thought that you liked milk.

I'm going to try a glass of milk.

A little cider in it sometime.