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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, Mark
Schera,

with guest stars James Naughton, Sharon
Spellman,

Linda Kelsey, Anthony Geary.

Tonight's episode.

Voice in the Night.

There you are, Miss Glover.

Just the way the judge likes it.

I think Judge Royce would starve to
death if it weren't for the olives.

Linda, don't forget the Cromwells are
expecting Marge and Sam Pittman. If

they're not here in ten minutes, you
take care of them.

I've got a date.

Here you are, Judge.

Dry as a meter maid's heart.

Well, look who's here. Dr.

Manning. Lewis?

I don't believe my eyes. Hello, Linda.

It's good to see you again, Lewis.

Join me for a drink?

I'm on duty, but when did that ever stop
me?

If you still have your heart set on
landing, Lewis, make your move, darling,

before that barracuda cousin of yours
gobbles him up.

It's hard to figure out why some guy
hasn't latched on to you yet.

Oh, maybe I'm too particular.

Remember the last time I said that
was... Yes, it was at Cynthia's last

party.

It's been almost a year now. It's all
right to talk about it.

Hi, stranger.

Huh, stranger. We had lunch last week.

You didn't tell me you'd been seeing
Lewis.

Oh?

And how about hostesses drinking on
duty? Did I forget to tell you about

too? Uh, ladies.

The Pittmans.

Would you show them to the private room?

I've got to see about dinner for the
Cromwells.

Now, don't you leave before I get back,
okay?

Hello, Lewis.

Judge Royce.

Why have you been hiding?

Your friends miss you.

Thanks. I haven't really been hiding.
I've been keeping myself pretty busy

at the clinic.

I just want to say that Cynthia's death,
well, it hasn't been easy for any of

us.

Yeah. Judge, phone call for you.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Judge Royce?

Yes?

for it.

Who is this?

What is it, Judge? You look like you've
just seen a ghost.

What's the matter?

Oh, another one of those calls.

Someone claiming to be Cynthia.

Oh, come on.

It's just the work of some demented
prankster.

Yeah.

Well, I, uh...

I guess I'll say goodnight.

They just won't let us forget, will
they?

Yeah, I think I'd better say goodnight,
too.

Judge, I'll give you a ride home.

No, no, don't worry about it. It's just
a short walk.

And I am not about to let that idiot
telephone caller get the best of me.

Good night, Willis.

Good night, Judge.

Hi, Barnaby. Martin?

Mountaineer certainly seems to agree
with you.

The only thing I miss about the big city
is not getting a chance to see more of

you.

Barnaby Jones or Claire Glover?

How do you do, ma 'am? I hope by asking
for this little talk isn't keeping you

from doing something you want to do.

I've already told Sheriff Perry
everything I know.

I know, but sometimes people can be
helped in remembering something they may

have overlooked.

Mr. Jones.

Everyone else accepts the fact that
Judge Royce died of an accident.

Why isn't that enough for you?

Well, I don't say that I won't arrive at
the same conclusion, but that other

accident on Friday got me kind of
puzzled.

Friday?

You talking about Dr. Anderson?

I didn't get a chance to tell you, but
California Meridian Insurance has got

Barnaby working on a doubleheader.

But the doctor fell while he was out
hiking in the mountains.

Why should there be any question about
his death?

The doctor's receptionist said that he
received a phone call before the

from someone who identified themselves
as Cynthia Glover.

From Cynthia?

Well, it's like I told you. The
receptionist must have heard wrong,

Well, that may be so, but you can see
how the whole thing would take on a very

sinister complexion if Judge Royce had
also received such a phone call.

Now, you were one of the last people to
see her alive, did you?

No.

No. If she had, she would have told me.

Are you sure?

Cynthia's dead, Mr. Jones.

It's been almost a year since she was
lost out there on the lake.

And the year before that, she was under
treatment to Dr. Anderson for an

emotional disturbance.

It was a terrible thing.

Two years before, she'd been raped.

Her mind, it was never the same after
that.

So you petitioned the court to have her
committed to a mental institution?

I had no other choice.

She was my niece. I was legally
responsible for her.

Yes, I understand that. But you can see
where my suspicions would start to

twitch when you consider there was Dr.

Anderson who testified as to her
incompetence.

And it was Judge Royce who signed the
commitment order.

And now both are dead within a week.

A coincidence.

That's all it is.

Claire.

Excuse me.

Is that the cousin you told me about?

Yes, Linda.

Come on, you wanted to see where Judge
Royce's body was found?

Not clear.

A private detective named Jones would
just out to see me.

He knows Doc Anderson also got one of
those calls.

What about the Judge Royce call?

Not yet.

Some crackpot's trying to ruin this
town.

And with that detective stirring up
things, he mustn't find out about that

second phone call.

We don't need that kind of publicity.

We've got to stick together in this.

Just the way you did when you all got
together and had Cynthia committed,

Lewis, please.

I know how much you love Cynthia.

We all did.

And I feel terrible about my part in it.

But what happened is over.

What if it isn't?

What if she really is alive?

If she didn't drown in the lake that
night?

Lewis! After all, they never did find
her body.

Stop that!

Well, it could be her, couldn't it?

Back after all this time to get her
revenge on all of you for what you did

her. It's not going to do any good
trying to panic people with talk like

now is it?

It's been a lousy day. I think I've got
to get back.

Look, we've all got to try to help each
other forget.

Yeah, sure.

Why don't you come out to the lodge
tonight?

At ten, after we close.

We could have a late dinner Tom. Yeah.
Well if I can make it I'll call please

The lifeguard position's open if you're
interested.

I might consider it.

If the pool is always full of as pretty
young ladies as you.

You're cute.

What do you want to know?

You sure I'm not twisting your arm?

Why hassle?

You've been asking a lot of questions
about those crazy phone calls. I figured

was next.

I only know of one phone call, the one
to Dr. Anderson.

Were there others?

Yes, there was another.

Judge Royce took it at the lodge the
night she died.

From someone who called herself Cynthia
Glover?

Why don't you ask Claire?

She was there.

Thanks. I'll give it another try.

Mr. Jones, the investigation coming
along all right?

It would be coming along better if I had
been provided with all the available

facts.

Oh?

I guess you had your own reasons for not
telling me that Judge Royce received a

Cynthia phone call the night she died.

I'm wondering what those reasons are.

Quite simply, I wanted it hushed up to
protect a lot of innocent business

people, myself included, who might be
hurt if it got out that some malicious

prankster was trying to scare away the
visitors from our resort area.

I suppose you didn't realize when I told
you about Dr.

Anderson's call that we are probably
dealing with a homicidal maniac.

Let's not over -dramatize it, Mr. Jones.

There's got to be a more rational
explanation.

Excuse me, Miss Flora. They still didn't
bring enough firewood. They'll make

another delivery tomorrow morning.

There you are.

Hey.

You're not the regular driver.

He's been sick.

Wait a minute.

Nelson! Something wrong?

That driver.

Nelson Mosley.

He's the man who raped Cynthia.

Private investigator.

Saw you at the Glover place. What do you
want?

Well, a few straight answers from you
might be helpful.

I want to talk to you a little bit about
your problems with the late Judge

Royce, Dr. Anderson.

Read about it. It was in the papers
three years ago.

Yeah, I already have. And the way I get
the story, Judge Royce presided at your

trial for the rape of Cynthia Glover,
and Dr. Anderson was one of the chief

medical witnesses against you.

Look, Jones, they're dead.

My problems with them are over.

Well, maybe not.

The way it's beginning to shape up,
their accidents are looking more and

like murder.

Don't matter to me how they got to hell
as long as they got there.

You didn't help them get there, did you?

No, that's a privilege they don't give
ex -cons on parole.

Look, mister, I'm busy.

I don't want to hold you up, but there
is one more thing.

Before they died, both the judge and Dr.
Anderson reported that they had

received scary phone calls from someone
using the name of Cynthia Glover.

What are you trying to pull?

Well, the question is, are you trying to
pull anything using a woman's voice of

fake calls from a dead girl?

I don't know what the hell you're
talking about.

Well, in that case, you won't mind
saying where you were when the judge

when Dr. Anderson was found at the base
of the cliff?

I've been in San Diego the past week. I
drove in here last night. Now, you can

check that. I will. But you're right
about me having it in for Doc Anderson

the judge.

They burned me on a bum rap, and I'm
glad they're dead.

Are you saying you were framed?

Like Whistler's mother.

The whole mob, including Cynthia, nailed
me to the wall.

They couldn't believe that a fruit
picker's kid could make out with a lousy

princess without knocking her to the
ground first.

So when a... Cynthia cried rape and her
boyfriend, Lewis, backed her up well.

That's all she wrote.

Lewis? Yeah, him, the doc, the judge,
all of them.

Three to ten years' heavy time.

And I would still be stamping license
plates if the boss here hadn't promised

the parole board I'd have a job if they
let me out.

There was a Lewis Manning in the
restaurant the night the judge died. Is

the boyfriend that you're referring to?

Yeah.

Nowadays, he's a kid shrink at the
clinic in town.

Thank you very much.

Cynthia.

Hello, Lewis.

It's just me.

That was a pretty dumb joke.

Don't be mad, Lewis.

You like my dress?

I think it makes me look very pretty,
don't you?

What are you trying to do, Linda? What
do you want?

Isn't it obvious?

Yeah.

I just love it here, don't you, Lewis?

It's my magic garden where all my dreams
come true.

Stop it.

You know Cynthia and I used to come here
all the time.

What are you trying to do?

Nothing.

You and your damn ghost.

Cynthia's dead.

Don't you understand?

She's dead and I'm alive.

I didn't want to say anything mean. I'm
sorry, Lewis. I just want you to forget

Cynthia.

Please, Lewis.

There are other girls you can love.

What's this all about?

It's nothing, Claire.

Lewis, you leave Lewis alone. Do you
hear me, Claire?

You've already taken everything else
that belonged to Cynthia, the

her inheritance.

Linda, that's enough.

No, I'm not...

I'm sorry.

About dinner tonight.

I told you, I'll call.

Well, Dr. Manning, they told me at the
clinic that I might find you here. My

name is Barnaby Jones.

Oh, yeah, the private detective?

Yes. According to Sheriff Perry, you
left the lodge about the same time as

Royce. That's right.

Did you notice anything unusual?

No, I offered her a ride home. She said
no, so I took off.

You and Cynthia Glover were very close,
weren't you?

We were going to be married.

I know about the Cynthia call to the
judge.

I see.

Well, if you know that already, there's
nothing else to tell. I wonder if you

would mind telling me a little something
about Cynthia. It's very difficult to

visualize someone unless you have some
sort of an image.

I hear she was very beautiful.

Yes.

Here, Rob.

You can see for yourself.

That picture was taken a couple of days
before.

You see, Cynthia had gone to a party
ahead of me.

And when I arrived, I couldn't find her,
so I went out looking for her.

And I found them in the garden.

Nelson Moseley?

Yeah.

You know, I think I would have killed
him right there with my hands if I

heard that scream and seen the look on
her face.

After a couple of days, it became very
obvious that she'd been severely

traumatized.

How long after that was her first talk
about having her committed?

Oh, it was touch and go for almost two
years.

Claire was her aunt and her closest
relative.

I guess she thought she was doing what
was best for Cynthia.

But you didn't.

Psychology's my field, Mr. Johns. I was
only a graduate student then, but I

tried to convince them to show them that
it was only a temporary condition, that

it was a trauma arising out of the shock
of having been raped.

But Dr. Anderson didn't agree.

Oh, he, uh... He thought she was being a
menace to herself and to all the people

around her, so he got Judge Royce to
sign the papers.

And that night... Cynthia rode a boat
out into the middle of the lake, and

was the last time anybody saw her.

The sheriff had the lake dragged, but
they never found the body.

That's right. They found the boat with
her sweater in it.

I guess they figured that she was lost
somewhere in the deep caverns of the

bed.

Yes, I understand that's happened
before.

Well, thank you very much, Doctor.

Barnaby Jones' office, J .R. Jones
speaking.

Jedediah, I pay you a retainer for
valuable services, not one of which

being a receptionist.

Hiya, Barnaby.

I was just covering for Betty so she can
get her hair done. Anyway, I figure

answering the phone kind of gives me the
feel of the operation here. Did Betty

fill you in on the Judge Roy's case?

Yeah, what's up? Tell Betty I need the
medical records of the Cynthia Glover

commitment. She can find them in the
Covington County Courthouse.

You think there's a connection?

Maybe two of the principals in the
decision to commit are suddenly dead and

aunt is suddenly wealthy.

Wow.

How about if Betty and I come up there
and give you a hand?

Don't you have a class today in
corporate law?

There's got to be more to life than
trying to pass a California bar,

Listen, little cousin, just burn one end
of the candle at a time.

I'll talk to you later.

Okay, bye.

Who are you, Miss Glover?

Is it Lewis Manning?

Sounds like a woman.

I'll be right there.

Beauty in just a minute.

Don't forget to leave the front door
unlocked for Lewis.

Okay. Good night.

Hello? It's Andrea.

What?

Who's there?

Only I could have talked to Claire one
more time, just once more to tell her

sorry I am for all the mean things I
said.

And you didn't see your cousin again
after you ran off yesterday?

I was upset.

I stayed in my apartment in town all
night.

10 .05, Sheriff.

That's your determination at the time of
death?

Well, I can't imagine any other way that
Claire's watch would be broken except

when she was struck by the pot.

Uh, Harry?

You took off for home a little after 10?

Two, three minutes at the most.

Harry told my deputy that Claire asked
him to leave the front door open for

How come he never showed up? I got tied
up at the clinic.

I tried to call to beg off.

There was no answer.

Harry, didn't you tell my deputy that
Claire did receive a call from Lewis?

No, he got it wrong. I told him there
was a call that Claire thought was Mr.

Manning. What call was that?

Didn't get her name.

Her name?

Well, it sounded like a woman, I think.

Well, think harder, Harry. Was it the
same voice that called Judge Royce the

night she died?

Well, now, wait a minute. I didn't hear
anything about a call to the judge.

Well, Miss Glover made a promise not to
say anything about it.

I'll talk to you about that later,
Martin.

Was it?

It could have been.

Yeah, I guess maybe it was the voice of
the woman calling herself Cynthia.

Well, Mark, now you're beginning to
contemplate the possibilities.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

If somebody is murdering these people,
I'm still not going to believe that it's

the work of a supernatural killer.

We found this on the floor next to the
body.

C -L -G.

Cynthia Lynn Glover.

If someone is trying to make us believe
a dead girl committed those murders,

they're trying awfully hard.

It's obvious.

That killer planted this next to the
body to throw everybody off.

Just like he or she or whoever it is
pretending to be Cynthia making those

calls.

Stay back or I'll smash your head.

How dare they let scum like you back out
on the street?

Oh, listen to that.

The pot cursing the kettle. Well, it's
time you listened for a change. I did

listen. I listened for a day and a half
in that courthouse until I wanted to

throw up. You all railroaded me.

Three years.

And throwing this arm I lost in a prison
fight.

Now that's what the lies Cynthia told
caused me.

I was there.

I saw it. You were there at the end.

You didn't see her the night she got to
that party all wild -eyed, acting weird.

Like she was on something. Pot uppers, I
don't know, something. No, she didn't

do any of that. Oh, yeah? Then maybe you
didn't know her like you let on. She

was flying.

Especially after she got me to take her
into the garden.

God, you. That's right.

It wasn't me that made the first move.

She said she needed air.

Something else she needed.

Come at me grabbing and pawing. No!

Yes!

She said I was dirt and she wanted a
wallow in it.

And it wasn't until you showed up that
she changed.

All of a sudden, like then, she's crying
rape.

Well, you and all the others, you didn't
want to know the truth then, and you

don't want to know it now.

But that's the way it was.

Look, man, I already put in my time.

I got no reason to lie.

You gotta believe me, Cynthia was out of
her skull that night.

If anything comes up, I'll give you a
call.

Where are you staying?

Pine View Hotel.

Harry, I want you back here at 5 o
'clock.

Today? Yeah.

We still have a business to run, you
know.

Yes, Miss Glover.

Gentlemen.

Your cousin's body's not even cold yet.

the sole heir to Claire's estate or do
the other relatives share also?

As far as I know, she's the end of the
line.

Yeah.

Maybe I better have one of my deputies
try to do a little checking on her

I'll see you.

You always manage to show up in time for
a free lunch, don't you? Well, that's

what you get for not paying me a halfway
decent living wage.

Here's the medical testimony from the
big lover's commitment hearing.

What's all that?

A couple of fingerprints. I left it in a
phone booth.

You mean you have something?

I won't know until the sheriff checks it
out with the FBI.

Just any old phone booth?

No, the phone booth closest to the
lodge. The bartender said that Claire

received a call at the bar just before
closing time.

And shortly after that, she was dead.

Think it was another Cynthia call?

Well, the call would have had to have
been made close enough so the killer

get there in just those few minutes.

Might not have been that phone booth
might have.

What do you got?

Some pretty depressing reading, I'm
afraid.

Besides Dr.

Vincent Anderson's testimony, there's
also some unpublished background reports

from a corner -pointed neurologist, a
Dr. William Reston. He did a series of

tests on Cynthia.

Yeah. Psychological profile.

All physical.

Roar shock.

EEG brainwave.

What is it?

Betty, we've got to have a talk with Dr.
Lewis Manning.

for Lewis, you'll have to try the
clinic.

Oh, uh, I tried there, and they, uh,
they gave me this address.

Uh, what time do you expect him home?

Hard to tell.

Lewis keeps the apartment, but he's
rarely here.

He's been staying mostly at a cabin he
owns up in the mountain.

How would I get there?

Out the highway, 12 miles to the ridge
crest turnoff.

Left for another eight miles, and there
you are. Got his name on the box. Can't

miss. Isn't it kind of unusual
maintaining two homes in a community

True.

Lewis has cause to be eccentric.

When he's out at the clinic, he's become
a sort of hermit.

It all started with the death of a girl
he was going to marry.

I see.

Thank you.

Well, there's no car.

And unless Mr.

Banning is a long -distance jogger,
we've struck out again.

Well, let's give it a try.

Must we?

Dr. Manning?

Harvey, if we have to put in some
waiting time, could we do it in the car?

Don't tell me you're afraid of the
woods, Betty.

Not the woods.

Just of the bears and the lions and the
snakes in the woods.

Yeah, take a look at this.

What? The barn?

Yeah.

Same thing down here.

Well, is there something strange about
people wanting to protect themselves

barred windows?

The first rule about protecting property
is try not to get robbed in the first

place. Well, that sounds reasonable.

The way to do that is to make sure that
any potential intruder sees that the

house is very hard to break into. Of
course.

The bar should be on the outside, not
hidden inside.

Yeah.

I think we ought to have a look inside.

What's wrong?

Can't seem to make the tumblers catch.

Ah, it did it again.

No, it didn't.

The door was unlocked.

Oh, I see. It was broken on the inside.

Doesn't quite have the Spartan look of a
man living as a hermit.

Well, apparently he has found himself a
lady hermit to share the lonely hours.

Betty?

Cynthia Glover.

It's the doctor.

You've got no right in here. Get out!
Now, take it easy, doctor. We just want

have a little talk. This is my daughter
-in -law, Betty Jones.

The manager told you to try me at the
clinic.

You've got no right breaking in here.

We didn't exactly break in. The door
lock was already broken. Now, would you

like to tell me why, or would you like
me to tell you?

What I would really like is for you to
leave. Right now!

All right, but the sheriff will probably
be interested in my theory, which

includes the reason why you installed
these bars the way you did, which is not

to keep people out, but to lock somebody
in.

I don't know what you mean.

This is a copy of the rap sheet from the
file of Cynthia Glover's commitment

hearing.

She was apparently arrested at one time
for drunken driving. Well, they took her

whole life's history, so what?

These are a couple of fingerprints I
picked up in the phone booth near the

this morning.

They match.

That's ridiculous.

Those phone calls from Cynthia, she made
them herself, didn't she?

No, Mosley made them. Nelson Mosley made
them. He did it for revenge.

That's why he came back here, to get a
job at the mill so he could be close.

Won't wash, Lewis.

Those fingerprints are conclusive.

And if the sheriff wants more, I'm sure
he can pick up hundreds here in the

cabin. No, no, wait a minute, wait a
minute.

You don't understand.

I think I do.

A man in love with a woman, a
professional psychologist who knew

else that the woman's mind was not
stable.

He felt qualified to help her with her
problem, but desperately afraid that he

might lose her to some institution.

I can understand that.

She's my whole life, Mr. Jones.

That night Cynthia rode out on the lake,
you got there in time to save her,

didn't you?

Yeah. Then you brought her up here,
caged her in, and spent all that time

to cure her.

It was working, too.

Every day she was improving.

She was opening up.

She was becoming more like the girl that
she used to be.

The one I fell in love with.

The last Friday I came home from the
clinic and she'd broken through the

Someone take me to jail.

Cynthia.

Cynthia!

If that was Cynthia and she was
listening, she knows that Nelson

jail.

No. You're the last one.

No. What happened wasn't my fault. I
swear. I swear it wasn't. Yes, it was.

And the rest of them, too.

They wanted to put me away in a place
where they locked the door forever.

Like the place Lewis locked you in?

Yes.

But I got away from Lewis, didn't I?

Everything will be all right, miss.

Take it easy.

The only

thing that kept me going all that time
in prison was how much I hated her for

what she did to me.

How glad I was she was dead.

Now, all I can feel is sorry for her.

My deputy just radioed in. They picked
Lewis up.

I don't know what the DA's gonna charge
him with yet, but that man's indirectly

responsible for three deaths.

It's incredible.

And it all could have been avoided if he
hadn't tried to play God.

You think there's still a chance for
Cynthia, Mr. Jones?

Well, she's in the right hands now.

That's the best chance anybody can get.

Thank you.

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