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What do you

Thank you.

Hallelujah.

I like

the finest show we have ever held with

nearly twice as many dogs minced as last

year. Refreshments are being served at

the marquee at the west end of the

ground. Refunds ready in ring number

two. Next event number 729. Halley's

bred by exhibitors. Have your dogs

ready. Quiet please during the judging.

Attention please. Judging in ring one.

Event number 728. Scottish terriers

American bred dogs. Great Danes in ring

number two. Great Scott in ring number

one. This is number 292. Captain

McTavish shown by the owner, the

well-known fan, Mr. Kylo V, whose kennel

comprises some of the finest campaigners

in America.

>> That's fine.

Smile, please. Come to your right.

>> That's great.

>> Sorry, boys, but these are not trophies.

>> Oh, hold it right there.

>> Thank you. Thank you so much. We go now.

I can stand one door, but the pedium is

getting on my nerves.

>> Don't be impatient, darling. We have

plenty of time for dinner.

Hold two and a half. So event number

728. The blue ribbon won by Gilispy of

Heather Stone. Gundy Douler is runner up

and Midlothian gentleman receives the

special. Better luck next time, Mr.

Vance.

>> Don't get down harder, Captain. You're

still championing with me. Maybe we'll

have better luck in Italy, huh?

>> Luck, Vance. I was hoping to have the

pleasure of meeting you tomorrow.

>> Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Cole.

Perhaps you get stiffer competition from

Sir Thomas McDonald.

>> Perhaps.

>> Want to borrow Mr. Mo for a second. But

it's late.

>> You know, Mr. Hot, you don't want to

damage your body's dog. Come on and

protect him if you like.

>> That's the nuts. I wouldn't take off

another whisk.

I think you're right, Sandy.

>> Get ready. Hold it. Thanks. Gilly.

>> Hello, Hilda.

>> Hello, Tom.

>> Well, what's the idea?

>> Thought we do a little private judging.

>> I don't imagine you. I don't

particularly approve of this.

>> I'm sure you will. Hold a minute, Tanny.

Let's take a quick look at

you.

Well, what do you think?

>> I think it's a pretty close thing, but

I'm not worried. Hey, Sandy. I think

you're very safe.

>> Here we are, sir.

>> What the hell do you think you're doing,

Hilda?

>> Go ahead.

>> How do you do? How do you do, sir?

>> I just wanted to prove that you're going

to lose money to Tom when these two get

into the ring tomorrow.

>> And have you proved it to your

satisfaction?

>> So much so that I want you to loan me

$1,000 to place on Gilly.

>> Hilda, I cheek for you. Want to bet

against me with $1,000 of my own money?

I wasn't asking you for your money. I

merely want you to loan me some of mine.

>> As long as I control the purse strings,

you're not going to do any betting

against me. You'll be grateful that I've

saved a few thousand of your fortune

someday. But don't raise your hopes too

high. Hilda, bring that dog out here.

>> I shouldn't let him worry you, my dear.

>> You know how I hate him, Tom. Things

you've done to me. I despise him.

>> Stop.

Now, let's see. Where did I put that?

Ah, there it is. Unsolved murders. You

know, I almost forgot it. I wouldn't

have been able to sleep away tonight.

Wondering who murdered who and why. How

any intelligent man can read that

dribble is beyond me. Brisbane, what

time that Chicago train go? 5:00.

It's 4:15. Oh, you've got plenty of

time. Yes, I know. But I want to get out

of here before Archie gets home.

>> Good afternoon, sir. afternoon. Is my

brother home?

>> Yes, sir. He's upstairs. Tell him I want

to see him.

>> Yes, sir.

Your taxi is waiting, sir. All right.

There's the bag. Did you uh get those

reservations?

>> Yes, sir. And uh Mr. Archer told me to

tell you he wants to see you, sir.

>> Oh, you did. Eh,

you tell him I don't want to see him.

Tell him I said so. In those words, sir.

Exactly. Unless you can think of

something stronger.

>> Yes, sir.

Of course. Of

course, it's none of my business, Bane,

but I wouldn't talk that way in front of

Camp Gamble. I don't trust him. I just

couldn't resist it. I'd like to see the

look on Archer's face when he told him.

I wouldn't. How the duce can you stand

it here? Why? There wouldn't be enough

money in the world to compensate me for

being Archer Co's secretary. He's not as

bad as all that.

>> Hey, you better be getting along.

>> The system is carrying loyalty too far.

Don't forget, I overheard a few of his

choice remarks to you when you dare

suggest that you were in love with

Hilder and wanted to marry her.

I'm afraid you're taking heart a little

too seriously. Old man,

you deliver my message. I thought it

best to wait till you were safely away.

Sir,

>> do you mind dropping me off? I have an

engagement with Hill for dinner.

>> Come ahead. Come ahead.

All these

great

father

is the Thomas McDonald news

that something terrible has happened. So

Gilly's gone. What? And I cannot find

him. They'll take him off the bench.

>> He couldn't have got loose.

>> He didn't break that lock himself

either.

>> I haven't been away from that dog for 10

minutes all day, sir. I just went into

the restaurant to get a we sandwich and

when I come back, he was gone.

>> So, Thomas, here. I think we found him,

sir. Where? Out in the alley, sir.

This way, sir.

>> I'll kill the man who did this.

>> Listen, darling, you mustn't do anything

until you're sure please.

>> I've got my own ideas.

Oh, I know Uncle Archer is mean and

cruel, but I can't believe you do a

thing like this.

>> Hello.

I'm sorry, but my daughter isn't here.

Your dog's dead.

I'm terribly sorry.

I'll try to locate him at once.

Go away from me. You

>> get out of here.

Get out.

>> I suspected it when I saw you to get

this afternoon. You're nothing but a two

timing.

>> Get out of my apartment.

>> Get out.

>> From now on, it is your apartment. All

yours. I'm getting out of good.

>> Ah, Mr. Crow,

>> my dear friend.

>> Yes, I see you are

>> Yes.

>> Oh, I am, how do you say it? Panto. I

came to see you. I received a table from

Milan authorizing me to complete the

deal for your Chinese collection and

confirming the price of $117,000.

>> Means decorations and all that sort of

thing from a very grateful government, I

suppose.

>> Oh, mentor.

>> But it's no good now. Of course, I

changed my mind.

>> Oh, but you promise me you can't go back

on your word. What would I tell my

people? What would I say?

>> You didn't think of this before. You

might have been a little more discreet.

E Grass A.

>> You signed a contract with me.

>> Bad for you. It's still at my home in my

safe. But you will most certainly

destroy it tonight. I'll tell you what

I'll do. I'll give you Miss Delfield for

nothing.

Hey Le,

eh?

>> I was led to believe that a cook place

is in the kitchen. The next time I have

been expecting my dismissal, Mr. Cole,

we have served our purpose. These

priceless treasures and I overheard Mr.

Reed saying you were preparing to sell

this whole collection.

>> You've been listening at the keyhole,

have you?

>> You cannot sell them, Mr. Cole. Do you

think I would have dishonored my

ancestors, purched my soul, cheated my

own countrymen to acquire these for you?

Had I not believed that you would

reverence them as I do?

>> That's the worst of your race, a pack of

moish sentimentalists about your

ancestral. I don't need you tonight. Go

on, get out.

>> I would suggest you consider most

carefully before you sell.

Mr. Cole.

Mr. Cole.

Breakfast. Mr. Cole. Breakfast.

Mr. Reed, Mr. Reed, Mr. Reed,

what am Mr. Cole? Mr. Arch Cole has

killed himself.

>> Killed himself when? How?

>> He's sitting in there like when the door

is bolted. You're positive?

>> Yes, sir. in his bedroom. Follow the

police.

>> Yes, sir.

Hello.

Give me police headquarters quick.

>> Homicide. Sergeant Miller speaking.

>> Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I don't

get you. Take it easy.

>> All right. I get

your sir. Suicide.

>> Wait a minute. You're not going to run

out on this hand.

>> Yet

Cole, 98 East 71st Street. Okay, I got

you. Is that it, Sergeant?

>> Yeah. Well, goodbye.

>> Sergeant, he's you cop. Kick in with

that six bit.

>> Relax, will you?

>> This is your case, Sergeant. You better

get the boys out.

>> 9871st Street.

>> That's right.

>> All right. Come on. I know Dr. Ray to

hurry right off to 98 East 71st Street.

>> Did you say east, sir?

>> East? Yes,

>> I got it.

>> Daily mail, give me city death.

>> Calling car 18, car 18 times

>> 98 East 71st Street.

>> Last night, Archo committed suicide.

>> Proceed immediately and call your

station for instruction.

Aaron Warmer with light to moderate

winds to New York's facilities today and

tomorrow. And now for the latest news

flash. Archer Cole, the well-known

sportsman and collector, committed

suicide last night at his home, 98 East

71st Street. His body was discovered by

the butler at 8 this morning when he

took up a breakfast tray. No reason has

been advanced for this action as Mr.

Cole was in excellent health and had no

financial trouble. No news has been

received.

Is the land still connected? Yes, sir.

But it will be disconnected in about 2

minutes.

>> Hello. Hello, Mark.

>> Hello, V. I thought you were on your way

to Whitley.

>> I am. Hey, Mark. Uh, I just heard about

Archer Cole.

>> Yes. Too bad he had to bump himself off

like that. Uh, that's why I call you.

Are you sure that he did bump himself

off?

>> Well, as butler tells us, he's sitting

in a locked room with a revolver in his

hand and a bullet in his head. I don't

know what else you'd call him.

>> I don't want to put into your affairs,

but uh, aren't you a bit hasty in

jumping to that conclusion?

>> Hasty? Why?

>> Well, if you knew Archer Co, you would

know that suicide is almost a

psychological impossibility for him.

>> Psychological Bosch. Two and two make

four, don't they?

>> How do you know you have two and two?

Just let me point out to you.

>> I'll point out the Statue of Liberty.

Say Van. Hello. Hello.

>> The land owner has been disconnected,

too.

>> Uh, will you have my luggage brought up?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Stuart, just a shore. I decided not to

say it. Sir,

>> Vance, you've been right about a lot of

cases in the past, but I can't help

smiling at you getting off that boat and

giving up a swell trip all because of a

hunch.

As a matter of fact, Mark, more of a

hunch. Huh?

Just so happens that I talked with

Archer Cole only yesterday. What?

>> Where? The Long Island Kennel Club.

No, I can't conceive of a man on the

verge of suicide

being very deeply concerned over winning

a championship at a dog show. Can you?

>> No. What do you mean?

>> Simply this. As late as yesterday

afternoon, Archo was looking forward

with the keenest anticipation to winning

a blue ribbon from Sir Thomas McDonald's

today.

>> Sir Thomas McDonald's?

>> Hey, wasn't it his dog who was found

dead last night?

>> And Archer Cole found dead this morning.

You suppose there might be some

connection there?

>> I don't know. But if someone were to try

to kill Kevin, I'd probably turn murder

to myself.

>> Hello, Mr. Martin. I got your message to

hold everything up. What's the idea?

>> Hello, Mr. Van.

>> Good morning, Sergeant.

>> Well, it's been a long time. Several

years. I might have known it would be

you, the world's champion

troubleshooter. Now, come on, boys. Come

inside. Well,

>> Chief, just another mission shut case.

Mr. Reed, the secretary. Mrs. Gamble,

the butler. Yes, sir. Mr. Mark, I'm the

district attorney. How do you do, sir?

And uh Mr. Vance,

>> how do you do?

>> Everything just for us?

>> Well, they said they haven't touched

anything. We thought it best to leave

everything intact, sir.

>> Good. Where's the room? Upstairs. This

way, please.

You've been in Mr. from a service mom

about 3 months and before that we

unfortunately I was only this

>> Yep he's there all right just like I

told the police on the phone I tried the

door found it locked looked through the

keyhole and there he was dead

>> I think this is a job for you s

Well, Hennessy, what are you standing

there for? Your help. Must take deep.

>> All right.

>> Congratulations, son.

>> What is this? A bedroom or museum?

More junk here than a Chinese house.

I trust I did the right thing, sir, by

not breaking down the door. I realized I

could be of no help to him.

>> Oh, he wasn't quite dead for hours.

Won't himself plain enough.

>> Certainly looks that way, Vance. I'm

afraid your trip was spoiled for

nothing. I think not, Malcolm. This may

prove far more interesting than a trip

to Europe.

You carry a gun?

>> No, sir.

>> You?

>> Uh, yes sir. But only a bag for the

protection of the household.

>> Is that it?

>> Why I

>> Come on.

>> No, that was Mr. Ar. But he always kept

it in a desk drawer downstairs. I saw it

yesterday morning as I was putting away

some papers.

>> Oh, you did? Eh,

>> did uh Mr. Co generally keep his windows

locked.

>> Why? No, sir. As a matter of fact, he

was a great believer in fresh air.

>> Oh, indeed. I wonder if these gentlemen

would mind waiting downstairs. Certainly

not. I'm sorry we had to damage your

door. That's quite all right. It's

easier. I'll have an attempt to do it

once, sir.

>> And if it see, no one leaves the house

without my permission. Right.

>> It's just plain as a nose on your face.

This guy locked himself in here and blew

out his brains.

>> I wish I could agree with you, Rodney.

How the devil could it be anything but

suicide?

>> It was all very well for you to theorize

before we got here, man. But now that

you've seen this and there no signs of a

struggle

>> and the door opened on the inside and no

means of entrance to the room.

>> Ah, no other means of entrance. How

right you are, partly

call the second story window a means of

entrance.

and nothing here that even a human fly

could crawl on. So why should Archer

Cole lock his window? Particularly if he

was a fresh air enthusiast. I'm afraid

your reasoning is not allgether

convincing.

Well, perhaps so. But doesn't it strike

you as rather odd that a man should

suddenly decide to commit suicide while

changing from his street clothes to

pajamas?

>> Well, why not? A man debating suicide

might get partially undressed and walk

up and down for hours trying to make up

his mind.

>> Yes, he might walk up and down for

hours, but not with one shoe. How often?

No, Molam. Something stopped him as he

was removing that shoe. This was

supposed to suggest suicide, but someone

miscalculated.

But you can't get away from that

bulleted door.

>> I wish I could. The way you figure it

out. The man was murdered. As soon as

the killer is gone, he gets up, goes and

bolts the door, plants himself in a

comfortable chair with a loaded gun in

his hand to suggest suicide.

That's a swell theory.

Hello, Gamble.

What is this? What's happened?

>> Something terrible has happened, Miss

Lake.

>> What is it, Raymond? What is it?

>> It's your uncle Ar. He killed himself

last night.

>> Where?

>> They're upstairs.

Hey, don't touch that body.

>> Oh, Mr. Van.

>> How do you do, Miss Lake? This is Mr.

Mock, the district attorney. How do you

do, Miss Lake is Co's niece?

>> I'm sorry, Miss Lake, but you mustn't

touch anything until the medical

examiner arrives. It's against

regulations.

>> Is it also against regulations to tell

me what's happened?

>> We arrived only a few moments ago. We

found your uncle as you seek him. It has

every appearance of suicide.

>> I doubt it.

>> Do you know of anyone who would have

reason to kill your uncle?

>> Yes, I had for one.

>> Why, Mly?

>> Because he stood in the way of

everything I wanted. He made my life

miserable. Because he held the purse

strings

and because

he was jealous of every man who came

near me.

I was afraid of him.

Oh, the horrible nights I've spent in

this house.

>> Are we to accept your comment as a

confession of murder, Miss Lake? Look

here, Mark. That's ridiculous.

>> Please, Raymond. I think I can handle

this situation myself.

>> When we found your uncle, Miss Lake, the

door was bolted from the inside.

Bolted inside?

Oh,

>> maybe he did shoot himself.

>> Can't you make up your mind? Do you know

of anyone else who felt that you do

about your uncle?

>> Practically everyone he came in contact

with. He was ruthless. He wanted his own

way and everything. I imagine there are

plenty of Chinese who will be glad to

know that his collecting days are over.

Ask our cook.

>> I shall. Can you think of anyone else?

>> Well, Uncle Brisbane shared my feelings

toward him, I'm sure.

>> Why is this Brisbane guy? Maybe he

decided to do something about it.

>> That's impossible. He's on his way to

Chicago. He left on the 5:00 train

yesterday afternoon. He'd be just about

getting there by now.

>> Well, you'd probably like to wire him,

wouldn't you?

>> Why, yes, of course. Is that all

>> for the present? Yes.

>> Suppose we check up on a Brisbane on

that Chicago train. Won't take me but a

minute.

Hello. Come on, Shin. Get your feet off

the ber's desk and jump down to Grand

Central.

>> All right, I get you.

Yes, Mr. Heath. Langham Hotel, Chicago.

>> Yes, sir. I'll rush the call. Hold them

while, please.

>> Oh, yes, Mr. Heath. We're expecting Mr.

Brisbane called this morning. Oh, yes.

He he wired for a reservation last

night.

>> Thank you. Goodbye.

Yeah, he took 5:00 train. All right,

good.

You know, there's a few things I'd like

to find out about this girl, Hilda Lake.

>> Why are you always trying to check up on

me?

>> I'm not trying to check up on you,

Hilda. I want to help you.

>> Well, you know how I feel about you. You

know that I love you. But lately, you

seem to have changed. Every time I want

to speak to you about marriage, you

evade me.

What's on your mind?

>> Well, nothing. Nothing.

Freeman, I never said I'd marry you. But

I thought that now we well that that I

could take you away from here.

>> You might as well know now and later.

When all this is cleared up, I'm going

to marry Tom McDonald.

>> Oh, try to understand, Raymond. I'm

sorry.

>> Ah, don't tell me.

>> Come on. Don't

>> suicide my eye. Were the DM still from

Vans on the job?

>> Suicide and that's that.

>> Oh, come on. Have a cigar.

>> It's still suicide.

Hey, wait a minute.

Are you a reporter?

>> No, I'm in trouble. I'd like to talk to

the officer in charge here.

>> Oh, come on inside.

>> Call,

why didn't you stay away from here?

>> I need you to face this thing alone.

>> But you promised me last night you

wouldn't come here. Won't you go?

Please, I can bluff it through. I don't

want the police asking you questions.

>> I know all the answers. Oh, please go

for my sake.

>> Let's forget about it, shall we? It's

too late now. In any case, the police

are guarding every entrance.

>> Wait a moment. You can cross through

that yard and get to your apartment. No

one will see you. Take the first boat to

England and I'll join you as soon as I

can.

>> Watch out for those newspaper men. I

promise. They're even deadlier than the

police. I had no intention of leaving.

Ah, good. Oh, by the way, I was sorry to

hear about the death of your dog last

night.

>> Oh, thanks. You didn't by any chance

discuss it with Archer Cole, did you?

No. If I had, I might have killed him.

>> Well, did you?

>> That's your problem.

>> I'm a doctor, not a magician.

>> Hello.

>> Hello, Kelsey. Where have you been? I

haven't seen you for a long time.

>> Working hard.

>> Along. You walk all the way.

>> You always pick on me at meal time. I

was in the middle of cakes and sausage.

What have you got?

>> Just plain suicide. This guy locked in

the room bumping into a hall.

>> Suicide. Then why didn't you let me

finish my breakfast?

>> Hello, Doc. Hello, Malcolm. All you need

is an order to remove the body. You told

me that over the phone. I will set my

assistant.

>> Mr. Markhamm told me to phone you

personally. Don't grab at me about it.

>> I'll give you the approximate hour of

the death if you want it.

>> That's big hired of you, D.

>> And the routine autopsy we can do

tomorrow as it's just a case of suicide.

Why you jump to that conclusion, doctor?

>> I know a dead man when I see one.

Besides, the door was bolted.

>> I know. The door was bolted on the

inside. But what about the body? Haven't

you better have a look at it?

>> I was going to.

I'm a doctor, not a detective. This man

is dead with a bullet hole in his right

temple. He's holding a gun in his right

hand. Just the kind of wound that might

have been self-inflicted. The position

is natural, and the door was locked on

the inside.

Well, let me see. That's strange.

Did

>> you find something to disturb you,

doctor?

>> Plenty. There's blood in his mouth, and

he's got a skull fracture from some

club-like instrument.

>> Now, what about the bullet wound in his

temple? There's no blood there.

>> That's so,

gentlemen.

When that bullet entered this man's

head, he had been dead for hours.

>> Can you place the time of his death?

>> I'd say from 8 to 12 hours ago.

>> Would you say that the revolver was

placed in his hand before the water set

him?

>> Yes. Did he die from the effects of the

blow on the head?

>> No. Probably rendering him unconscious

for a while, but that wouldn't have

killed him. Not powerful enough.

>> The road didn't kill him. The bullet

didn't kill him, and yet he's dead.

Suppose we try to find out just what did

kill him. Glad you follow that, Mr. V.

It's not a bad idea.

>> Perhaps I better take another look.

>> Let's pick up these clues.

Just doc, please.

>> Ready.

>> Give me a hand.

that way.

>> All right.

>> There couldn't have been much of a

struggle. His hair isn't even rust.

Maybe somebody slugged him and then

combed his hair

>> by George. Now I've got him stabbed

below the left shoulder blade near the

spine. There's no external bleeding.

>> Internal hemorrhage.

>> That's it. What do you think of cure

theory now?

>> Well, it's slightly complicated for him

to shout, shove, and stabbed himself,

particularly in the back. Yeah, very

complicated. A mock. Yes.

You see, there's no hole in the back of

his pajama jacket. So, he couldn't have

been wearing that when he was stabbed to

get this.

There's a hole in the back of his coat

and another in his wet. Blood stained.

He must have been fully dressed when he

was attacked.

>> Miss me out. I finished. I suppose you

want a quick autopsy?

>> Yes. Get that body down to the morg as

soon as possible. Good day, gentlemen.

>> Good day. Now,

>> yes.

>> Do you think there's any possible chance

of that being suicide? What?

>> All right. All right. Just a fair

question, big boy. Walk home and get

your hot cakes and sausage. You need the

strength.

>> Right.

>> Not yet, sir.

>> Let's send a wine to this guy, Mark, 98,

71st Street, New York City, and tell him

um Bane Cole, not aboard this train.

Wireless conductor, train number seven.

Sit down.

What time did Bisbane Crow leave for

Chicago?

In time to catch the 5:00 train, sir.

How do you know he caught the 5:00

train? I phoned for the reservation,

brought him his walking stick and

overcoat and and put his bag in the

taxi. Uh, did you remain in the house

all evening? Why, no, sir. I went out

about 6:30. It was a servant's night

off. Everyone was out to dinner.

Did you notice anything unusual in Mr.

Brisbane's mouth when he left?

>> Well, now that you mention it, he was

distracted and and very irritable.

>> You say you gave him his stick?

>> Yes, sir. What kind of stick?

>> His favorite, an ivory handled one. He

never went anywhere without it, sir.

You're quite sure he took that

particular stick with him? Positive. I

handed it to him myself, sir. Did you

see him when he returned here last

evening?

>> Returned? Yes. I didn't know he had

returned, sir. Then whose ivoryheaded

stick is that hanging over that chair in

the hall?

>> I swear I don't steady gamble. Steady.

>> Is this it?

Is it?

>> Yes, sir. I can't understand it.

>> I suppose you saw nothing of his bag.

>> Why no, sir?

>> Well, if he brought his cane back here,

what did he do with his bag? Ah, very

good, Sergeant. That's just the point.

He undoubtedly left it somewhere. But

where? I should think the most logical

place would be the check room at the

Grand Central Station.

>> What kind of a bag was it?

>> Just an ordinary pigkin bag, sir, with

his initials BC on it.

>> Is that it?

>> Yeah, that looks like it.

There's your police department receipt.

What time was this check?

4:45. Thanks, pal. Okay,

well, here it is.

>> Put it here. exam the contents.

>> No, I brought it right up here to find

out what time this was checked.

>> Yeah, there you are.

4:45.

>> You must have gone direct from my house

to the station.

>> Did the attendant remember who left

this?

>> No, he said it was so many of them that

most of the time he didn't even notice

of people.

>> Well, there's shaving kit, shirts,

underwear, socks, collars, slippers.

Nothing in there that a man wouldn't

ordinarily take with him on a short

trip, except this perhaps.

>> Unsolved murders.

That's a swell book to take to Chicago.

That's rather odd, isn't it? Yes, more

than that, gentlemen. The mist is

beginning to rise.

I think I know at least a part of what

happened here last night. How about

this? Let's say that Brisbane Cole

started for Chicago on a night when he

knew that no one but Archer would be at

home. He missed his train purposely,

checked his bag at the station, and

returned here to kill his brother. To

make a perfect alibi, he planned to take

a later train to Chicago. But something

stopped him. And something stopped

Archer Cole before he could remove his

shoes last night. You see what I mean?

The shoes of Archers, that bag of

Brisbane, his stick hanging there in the

hall that shouldn't have been there.

Wait just a minute.

Oh, ammo.

Where did Mr. Brisbane usually put his

hat and over coat when he came in? He

always hung them in the closet, sir. Uh,

which closet? This one.

>> Mr. Pis.

Well, Mr. Vance, where are we now?

I should say somewhere in the middle of

the Gobi Desert.

Hello.

What again? I'm right in the middle of

my lunch. First you interview my

breakfast, then you ruin my lunch. Don't

you boys ever eat?

>> No, I'm on a diet.

>> Oh, all right.

Hello. All right, I'll change that

later. Get me the wagon and the

fingerprint gang.

Just a minute. One side.

Ready? That's all. All right. Go ahead.

He's been dead for hours and me thinking

all the time he was playing possible.

Well, there are too many people around

anyways.

>> Mr. Vance, this is just ordinary junk.

>> I'm afraid so. I'd rather hope for

something important. Which one of the

two victims died first out there? Out

you go. I think this one a little later.

And the weapon says,

>> I think I better fingerprint everything

inside and outside here.

Look for a sharp narrow weapon.

Found something. Boy, it looks like

fishing tackle. It's tackle, all right,

but not fishing.

Markham, we're dealing with a shrewd

brain. Technique for this crime was very

cleverly worked out, but something went

wrong.

>> Sergeant,

give your order to rule the above.

>> Thanks, sir.

>> So long. I want food.

>> Well, nobody's stopping you.

>> And if you got any more corpses, bring

them out now, will you? I can't be

running up and down here all day. What

do you mean running up and down all day

with that swell car the city gave you?

>> Nothing upset the doctor.

All

right, Captain.

You want to take charge? Well, if you

hurry up and solve this case, maybe I

can go home. Come on.

>> I can handle everything if I don't get

too much interference.

>> Oh, Mark.

>> Yeah, it's just a demonstration.

I think I can show you how Brisbane Cole

used this fishing cycle.

He started for Chicago and Bill to

provide an alibi. He had other plans in

this room. Watch this.

Notice the vent pin which is hooked on

the bolt handle.

This is attached to the string. I am now

pulling through the keyhole. If you

follow the string, you will see that it

passes around the pin in the wall. This

act and is also attached to a string

passing through the keyhole. You see the

bolt is now being forced into its

pocket. Upon my word,

>> I now pull the first string through the

keyhole and then the second string. And

with it comes the pin, leaving no

evidence. Out of

>> it worked. Yes, it worked.

>> Well, that explains that. Very clever.

>> It could have been done that way. But if

Bisbane killed Archer Cole, who killed

Bisbane and hung him in the closet? Why

did he do it? That's what we want to

find out, isn't it? Exactly.

>> Yeah.

Gentlemen, two persons planned the

murder of Archer Cole. True. What? But

their paths crossed. Brisbane was one of

them. The other I've got it. The Chinese

cook. They're full of those tricks. I

get this. Dr. Dus was struck over the

head with a blunt instrument. The spoken

would answer to that description,

wouldn't it?

>> Yes. And that certainly looks like dried

blood. It certainly does. But what about

those short coarse hairs? They don't

look like cos. No.

>> Well, Mr. Lamp, why didn't you find that

when you looked in there this morning?

>> It wasn't in there this morning.

Besides, it doesn't belong in this room.

It belongs downstairs in the library.

What you got?

What's the matter with you?

What is

Oh, good boy, Captain.

This dog's been struck a nasty blow.

>> That explains the cause hair on the

poker. Uh, whose dog is this? I don't

know. I mean, I've often seen it in the

vacant lot, sir.

>> Just tell the truth, Gamble.

>> Yes. Why don't you? It belongs to the

lady next door. Sir,

anything. Get that fellow bet as fast as

you can, will you? Yes.

Okay, I'm going to tell the name of the

lady next door. Doris Delfield.

>> Yes, I'm the Dela Field.

>> Won't you sit down, gentlemen?

>> Thank you. I'm sorry I didn't win you a

trophy at the dog show. You're quite a

fan here, aren't you?

>> Yes, I'm what?

>> I'm interested in one of your dogs. The

do of them.

>> You mean Figaro?

>> I wonder if I can have a look at it. I'm

terribly sorry. You know, he slipped his

leash last night and ran away. I've

notified the police. My mate's been

scouring the neighborhood trying to find

him.

>> Well,

did she inquire at Mr. Co's house next

door?

>> Well, I I don't know.

>> You and Mr. Co have been good friends,

haven't you?

>> I know him. Why?

>> Your dog was found in his house this

morning, badly wounded.

What?

>> Have you any idea how he got there?

>> No.

>> Do you suppose he would follow someone

into the house?

>> Well, I hardly think.

>> And what are you driving at?

>> Mr. Archer Cole and his brother were

murdered last night.

>> Murdered?

I was afraid that.

>> Just a moment.

Hello. Is that Miss Doris Delfield's

apartment?

Would you please tell Miss Delfield that

we couldn't get the reservation for her

and Mr. Glassy on a deck and ask if B

deck be satisfactory?

>> Miss Deloffield will not be sailing. You

can cancel a reservation for them both.

>> Both.

Do you mind telling me whom the other

reservation was for?

>> I refuse to answer that question.

>> Would it be Mr. Graci. But I am Mr.

Grai. And if I didn't cancel those

reservations, who did? What? Miss Delio.

Oh, no. No. She didn't. No, really.

There's been a mistake. As soon as I can

find out about this, I'll call you back.

>> I don't think you'll find this dog at

home just now. And as for the

consolation of your steamship

reservation, we regret very much that it

was necessary. Who are you?

This is Mr. Mark, the district attorney.

Oh,

>> I'm honored, but I'm afraid I don't

quite understand.

>> It's about this.

>> As a matter of fact, Mr. Co didn't

commit suicide. He was murdered.

>> Murdered? Would you mind coming along

with us? Just a little matter of

comparing fingerprints.

>> No, not in the east.

I think that's all.

>> Found anything yet? The one taken from

the doorork knob is too blurred for

identification, but this one is very

clear. It appears to be that of Leang,

the Chinese cook.

Any

luck? No, not yet. It must be here

somewhere.

I'm positive that the det belongs to

that she

strange. What is the king y is with me.

It's the most valuable in the whole

collection. That's all that's left of

it.

If I'm not mistaken, that's blood.

Blood.

Malcolm, I'm coming more and more of the

belief that Archer Cole was killed in

this room. That poker, this dagger

fragments, all here. But Vance, do you

mean to tell me that the dead man walked

upstairs?

>> I'm not trying to tell you anything but

the facts. It's the most remarkable case

in my experience.

Find anything cap?

>> Yes, sir. Plenty.

>> Oh, Mr. Reed. Yes. Would you uh step in

for a moment, please?

>> Oh, no thanks. Did you uh notice that

the tinga was missing?

Missing?

Why was here yesterday evening? At what

time? At about 6:30 or 7:00. I came back

to talk to Mr. Cole.

>> About what?

>> As a matter of fact, I I wanted to quit

my job as your secretary. Are you having

some difficulties with it? Was rather a

personal matter. I wanted his permission

to marry Miss Lake.

>> What did he say to that?

>> He ordered me off.

>> You went?

>> Yes.

>> Where?

>> I went to find Miss Lake. I thought she

was at the Kenno Club, but I had a punk,

so it was rather late when I got there.

She'd already left with Sir Thomas

McDonald. Then I came home and went

directly to bed.

>> Did you hear anything or see anything

when you came into the house?

>> No, but after I've been in bed for a

while, I heard some noises downstairs. I

opened the door and looked down, but it

was only Leang, the Chinese cook, coming

in. Was he uh customarily noisy in

entering the house?

>> Oh, as a matter of fact, it's the first

time I ever heard him come in.

>> Indeed.

>> Well, I think Thank you.

>> Thank you. If there's anything I can do

to help, let me know. Where? Good night.

>> I think I'd check up on that chemical

club alibi. I will. You might have those

fragments checked for fingerprints if

you will.

>> Yes.

>> Meanwhile, I do a little exploring in

the kitchen.

>> Mr. Man, I thought

Mr. Leang, I believe you're the cook. Me

cook?

You can drop the pig in English. That

isn't necessary with me. Where did you

go to school?

>> Columbia University.

>> Ah, that's concern about education for a

cook, isn't it?

>> Mr. Cole employed me because I know a

great deal about Chinese porcelain.

>> Ah, I see. Uh, that's a very lovely

piece of pingo, isn't it?

>> How did it get broken?

>> I don't know, sir. I found the pieces in

the waist basket in the library.

>> You are we?

>> Oh, yeah.

See that, Mar?

More butt spots on the inside.

Apparently, the murderer dropped the

dagger in here to hide it, but he

dropped it too hard and the vase broke.

Uh, when did you find these pieces? This

morning. This morning? You sure it

wasn't last night? about Clark, let us

say.

>> No, sir. I did not get in until after

midnight. I'm sure Mr. Reed or Mr.

Gamble will tell you that.

>> What time did you find the poker?

>> The poker?

>> Yes, the poker. The one you hid in the

Chinese church in Mr. Archer's room this

afternoon.

I don't know what you mean.

>> Oh, yes you do. I was behind the door in

that room when you hit it.

>> Let me handle this. Mr. plans. Are you

going to talk or do I have to convince

you?

>> Wait, I'll tell you the truth.

>> Well, spit out.

>> When I returned to my room here about

8:00 last night,

>> ah, I thought so. I heard angry muffled

voices in the library. Then a dull sound

as of someone falling.

I stood at my door here and listened.

Then I heard footsteps cross the kitchen

and go out the back door. there. I

walked up the corridor and everything

was very quiet. I opened the library

door and looked in. The furniture was

overturned. The poker was there. The

desk was disarranged and the valuable

tenure vase was broken. I thought there

was must be something wrong. So I went

upstairs and looked into Mr. Cole's

bedroom. He was dead. Fearing that I

might be suspected, I went back to the

library and picked up the broken pieces

of the vase and together with the poker,

I took them to my room. And knowing that

you were alone in the house, you were

afraid you might be suspected. So you

hid the weapons and left.

>> Yes, sir. You returned to the house

about midnight and purposely made a lot

of noise so as to establish your alibi.

Is that right?

>> Yes, sir.

>> All right, then. Where'd you put the

dagger? I did not find the dagger.

>> Don't give me that. What did you do with

it after you stuck it in Arctic's back?

>> I got Mr. Mark. Yes. Fingerprint on this

broken fragment belongs to the Italian

Eduardo Broky.

>> Well, Mr. Vance, looks like somebody

else miscalculated.

>> Yep, it fits. That doesn't prove

anything.

What about this?

Where did you get it? It was in Archer

Cole's pocket. What were you doing

outside the drawing room window last

night?

I wanted to be sure that he was alone.

>> Why? For weeks, we had been negotiating

for the sale of his collection through

the museum at Milan. It meant everything

to me. He kept raising the price, but on

Monday, we came to an understanding, and

I came with the museum that I had

succeeded. And last night he turned me

down because he saw me with Miss

Delfield.

>> Let me explain. Arthur was extremely

jealous of me.

>> Well, you can't blame him for that.

>> You went there to threaten him, didn't

you?

>> I had every right to do. I told him I

would use any means to make him fulfill

his contract. He laughed at me. Said

that he would smash every piece in his

collection before he'd let me have it.

>> So, you picked up the poker and did a

little smashing on your own account, eh?

>> I did not. Let me have a fragment, too.

Thank you. You know how that was broken?

King yellow vase with blood stains on

the inside and your fingerprint on the

outside. I don't know, Sergeant. I think

you better book it.

>> Right. Thank you.

Come on. Let's get out of that monkey

tube. Let's get going. Come on.

>> Don't worry. I'm not running away. You

tell me.

>> I suspected the Italian all along.

>> Exactly.

But why should you grab the also stab

rising? And what about the do? You see,

Margaret, we have nearly all the pieces

of the puzzle, but none of them seems to

fit.

>> Here we are.

This isn't it. This is the basement. I

know. Come on.

I just want to see where this goes.

Good evening, sir. Gamble.

And by the way, uh, how long have you

been using that name?

>> All my life, sir.

You go. I checked Gamble's fingerprints

at the identification bureau. And who do

you think he turns out to be? Not

Gamble?

>> No. Atlantic Eddie. He used to work the

boats on both sides of the ocean.

>> Honestly, Mr. Vance, I haven't heard a

trick in 5 years. Well,

>> that's all right, Eddie. I just wanted

to let you know that we're old pals.

Sir, someone slipped in the back door

and went into one of the front rooms.

Well, Miss Stephanie,

>> don't be surprised, gentlemen. I'm used

to coming in here like this.

>> You seem to know your way around here

pretty well.

>> As a district attorney, you're

responsible for this case, aren't you?

>> That's right.

>> Well, I'm tired of detectives. I'm tired

of being spied on. All you want to know

is who killed Archer Co., isn't it?

>> Naturally. Well, I did.

>> What?

>> Yes. And there isn't a jury on earth

will convict me when they hear my story.

>> You don't believe me, do you?

>> You were wondering this afternoon how my

dog, Figaro, could get into this house,

but he was following me. He was

defending me when he was struck.

>> Where did you kill Mr. Cole?

>> In his bedroom.

>> What kind of lipstick do you use?

>> Lipstick? What's that got to do with it?

>> Is that yours?

Yes, that's fine. While I was

with Archer, my bag dropped on the floor

and everything spilled out.

>> Won't do, Miss Delfield. It's an old

trick.

>> It's not a trick.

>> I didn't realize that you were so fond

of Mr. Graci.

>> Mr. Gracy has nothing to do with it.

Take me down to the station. I say

nothing more until I get in the tent.

This guy has been stabbed.

>> Is this it, Mr. V?

>> Yes, that's it. Thank you very much.

>> First, you spawn my breakfast. Then you

break up my lunch. Now you pull me out

of bed in the middle of the night. And

this battle not even dead.

>> Why don't you put that in your report,

Doc?

>> There was fingerprints to never pick up

on that silk handle, but it fits

perfectly.

>> Where do you find it, Sergeant?

>> Under the bed.

>> Congratulations.

I laugh.

Three crimes with the same weapon. Mark

>> Tom, what is it? What's happened?

>> I don't know, dear. Somebody stabbed me.

>> Is it serious, doctor?

>> Or I gave him three grains of sodium

amat to quiet his nerves. He'll be all

right. I'd like to rent a room here

until they finish this game.

>> Poor darling. I wish I hadn't got you

mixed up in all this.

>> You shouldn't have come here. Let me see

this through alone.

>> Oh, I won't leave you. Can't we get away

from here?

>> We leave tomorrow together.

>> What do you think about it, though?

Well, the thrust punctured the median

bac and caused a hemorrhage.

>> Could the wound have been

self-inflicted?

>> I'm the city butcher, not the detective.

>> Don't bother me with any murders. After

three tomorrow, I'm going to the world

shield.

>> Hey, doc, hold me the score between

these, will you?

>> Get these people out of this. What are

they waiting for? We just want to ask

you a few questions about You say that

when you were stabbed, you saw nothing

happen. That's right.

It was dark. I heard a noise and jumped

out of bed. Somebody threw a chair and

just missed my head and struck the

window. I shot it for help and ran

towards the door. Then I I felt a sharp

pain in my arm as I lost consciousness.

>> Knife by a ghost. That's a hot one. I

think he done it himself. Dave,

>> that's not fair.

>> You know anything about that?

>> Where's your friend?

>> Under your bed.

I I never saw it before.

>> Yeah, like I never saw a pair of

handcuffs.

>> You have no right to question him now in

his condition.

>> Funny.

You see what I see in Rome?

I have a suspicion that whoever killed

the codes came from this house.

probably from this room.

>> Gentlemen, I think I can fit the pieces

of this jigsaw puzzle together.

Here at East 71st Street, this is the

coal house, the yard, and the apartment

house next door. Now, let's have a look

inside.

This is a McDonald's apartment.

Directly out of it is the window of

Archer Crow's bedroom.

Underneath McDonald's,

the cozy little nest of Miss Derfield

and her temporary guest, Mr. Graphy.

This is the elevator. And here are the

stairs that lead directly to the back

entrance. From there, it's easy to reach

the back entrance to the co house across

the yard. Now,

that's the front hall. And here's the

library.

On Wednesday evening between 7:30 and

8:00, Archer Co was sitting alone in

that room.

Remember, it was the servant's night

off.

The killer must have known this when he

came in the back door. He was so intent

upon what he was planning to do that he

must have left the back door open

because from somewhere in that vacant

lot came a dog, a Doberman pincher

belonging to Doris Delfield.

He saw the back door standing open and

went in.

Meanwhile, the killer was moving along

the hall toward the library,

making absolutely sure that Archer Cole

was alone.

He knew exactly where he was going and

exactly what he was going to do.

He came so silently that it must have

startled Archer Cole when he looked up

and saw him carefully closing the door.

is my conjecture, gentlemen.

Archer Cole must have struck and as he

fell back, he picked up the poker as the

first weapon that came into his hand. He

struck Archo in the head. Cole collapsed

across the desk. His hands groping in

the drawer of the desk for his gun.

Then, in a blind rage of the moment, the

killer saw a Chinese egg. He seized it

and the sad archer Cole in the back.

Cole probably fell alone.

Meanwhile, our Doberman Pincher was

coming closer and closer, probably

attracted by the sound of a struggle in

the library. As the killer opened the

door to escape, he saw the Doberman

pincher in the hall coming toward him.

He again picked up the poker as the dog

entered the room. Through the instinct

of his breed, the dog searched an enemy.

He le killer struck and the dog fell

badly wounded. Now he tried to hide the

dagger in the 10 yard

too hard and the porcelain broke into

bits. He picked up the dagger again and

went out the same way he came in.

Meanwhile, Cole slowly regained

consciousness and pulled himself to his

feet. You remember gentlemen that Dr.

Dina said Co died of an internal

hemorrhage.

That is the key to the whole situation.

Archer Cole, already a dying man, walked

upstairs and what is even more terrible,

he did not know that he had been

stabbed.

He went to his room and feeling a little

faint probably, he removed his coat and

vest and hung them in the closet where

we found him.

He put on his pajama top and went to the

window and raised the shade.

Can you imagine the killer's emotions

when from some place in the apartment

house across the vacant lot, he looked

over and saw the man he thought he had

killed standing there at the window.

He knew then that he had to go back and

complete his job to save himself.

Feeling very faint by now, Archo went

from the window to the chair beside his

desk where he sat down. There he started

to remove his shoes. You remember just

how we found him. In the very act of

removing them, before he could get one

of them entirely off, he died.

I don't think he ever knew what killed

him. Now we come to the most awful part

of the tragedy.

Brisbane Cole came back to the house

with a cleverly worked out plan for

killing his brother. He also knew that

it was a servant's night out and that he

would not be disturbed.

He went down the hall to the library and

from the drawer to the desk, he took

Archer Co's own revolver and put it into

his pocket.

Then, turning out the light on the desk,

he went out of the room. He hung his

stick over the chair in the hall and

tiptoed up the stairs and into Archer

Co's room.

He saw his brother sitting in his easy

chair, apparently asleep. I can see him

tiptoe across the room, and from

somewhere just across the desk, he took

out the revolver and with careful aim,

he pulled the trigger.

Meanwhile, the killer, believing that he

had only wounded Archer Cole, came back

by the same route to finish his job.

Then, Brisbane closed the window,

lowered the shade,

and returning to the body, he carefully

placed the gun in Archer's hand as

though it had been suicide.

Then he went to the door and with the

two pieces of string, the pins and the

darning needle, he was able to bolt the

door on the inside just as I showed you.

A very clever device, gentle, which he

had discovered in the book of unsolved

murders, which we found in his suitcase.

Then gentlemen, Brisbane went on down

the stairs, little knowing what awaited

him there.

The killer mistook Brisbane for Archer

Co. and drove the dagger into Brisbane's

back.

Then to hide the body,

he dragged it into the closet.

I doubt if he even discovered his

mistake until the next day. That's

great. But who did all that? Well, you

can search me. I'm going try now. You

can include me in that, Sergeant.

>> Haven't you got any ideas at all, Vance?

>> Marm, it's a maze of conflicting clues.

Any one of seven people might have done

it.

>> We couldn't convict seven people, Mr.

Vance. You couldn't convict one with the

evidence you got. Gentlemen, I'm afraid

we're completely stopped.

Late, I hate to admit it, but it looks

that way. Vance, in all the years we've

worked together, I never heard you say

that before.

>> I know. I'm sorry, mother.

>> Well, what are we going to do about it?

>> I don't know. Are you sure you checked

up on all the alibis?

>> Every one of them.

>> And you've gone over the fingerprint

situation with your boy?

>> Yes, sir. Well, we've slipped up

somewhere, Sergeant. But there must be

something that we can get our teeth

into.

I suggest that you dismiss this case.

What? Dismiss it yet. Turn all the

suspects loose.

>> I can just see all the newspapers in

this town screaming for a new district

attorney.

>> Well, we can probably cover you up. All

right, Mr. Martin. I've said it was

suicide all along.

>> Yes, I know we could put that solution

on it, but I hate to do it.

>> All right, Sergeant, go ahead. Turn them

rules.

>> Turn them rules. Yes.

Well, Mr. Vance, it is once we're both

stuck.

When you give up, Vance and some.

>> Oh, I haven't given up. I have another

idea. If

>> it works, I'll have your killer for you

in half an hour. I'm going to arrange a

little meeting with him now. What? But

you let me dismiss all the suspects.

That's just what I wanted you to do.

Hello. Uh, this is Mr. Vance.

I hope I haven't disturbed you.

I wonder if you do me a little favor,

Mr. Sparkle.

>> Yes,

that suicide story might work all right

for Archer who I forgot all about

Brisbane.

>> But never mind about that now. Just

release Mr. Beck as I told you.

>> All right,

that's it. Yes,

that's right. at 4:30 and just get him

into an argument.

Oh, I'll have him with me. I'm depending

on his instinct.

That's right. Thanks.

If we can catch him off his guard, I

think he'll give himself away. Come on,

Margar. We've got to get there before

4:25.

Man,

they're in the library now.

>> Oh, darling, let me help you. Prime.

>> Well, it's the first time we've used

blood hounds in Fle since I wore high

button shoes. Red flannel underwear.

>> Oh, I always wear red flannel underwear.

So the line

>> I want your bridal sweet on the on the

coronia. They're sailing at midnight.

That's right. Thank you. Sailing at

midnight, Lady McDonald. Is it the title

that dazzles you so much? Or is it the

fortune she'll inherit that makes her so

attractive? Sir Thomas.

>> Raymond, are you crazy?

>> It isn't the first time a fortune has

bought a title. It so happens I'm not in

need of a fortune. Possibly you are.

Raymond, you have no right to interfere

this way.

>> All right. Well, I'll take that right.

You think you're both sailing at

midnight? Well, it won't work. You're

going all right, sir. Thomas, but you're

going alone.

>> Really?

>> Yes. And you're going now, right?

Ah, the poker again, huh?

Take your ball. Take them off.

>> Hold him. Why did you kill? Why did you

kill him?

>> I didn't mean to kill him.

>> But you did. Eh,

>> I thought I didn't mean to kill him. She

struck me when I told him I wanted to

marry Hill that I lost my head. I hit

him with a poker. I don't remember

anything after that.

>> What about Brisbane? There was a

terrible mistake.

>> And McDonald, I still would kill him if

I could.

There's your man, Sergeant. You made a

fatal mistake for him when you reached

for that poker. Somebody swiped my

bracelets. You dropped them in the

pantry. Oh, all right. Hand down

booking. I want to thank you very much

for your cooperation.

>> Not at all.

>> It was Sir Thomas I telephoned from your

office, Marcus. He very cleverly helped

us stage this little scene.

We have to thank the dog for the rest.

>> Well, we did it again, Mr. Vance.

Congratulations, Sergeant.

>> Thank you. I'll certainly mention you in

my story to the papers. Thank you. Oh,

that's all right, Mr. Van.