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Wait a minute, lady.

May I have your name, please.

I don't know my name.

You've read the morning papers.

You know about this...
This "glamorous ghost,"

this exhibitionist in
Sierra Vista Park last night

who made a naked spectacle
of herself in the moonlight.

I saw pictures in the papers,

read that the police were
trying to establish the identity

of the woman they picked up...
A woman suffering from amnesia.

That woman is my
sister... Eleanor Corbin.

Have you communicated this
information to the authorities?

No, I haven't.

Perhaps you'd better explain.

Eleanor is an exhibitionist
and an opportunist.

She's also a liar.

Regardless of that
story in the papers,

she doesn't have any
more amnesia than I do.

Once before she worked herself
out of trouble by faking amnesia.

Now she's in trouble
again... more amnesia.

I think you ought to give
us all the circumstances.

Della, you'd better
take this down.

Well, about two weeks ago, Eleanor
ran away with Douglas Hepner.

Just one moment,
please. Douglas what?

Douglas Hepner...

The most charming,
ingratiating man you've ever met

where women are concerned,

and the nastiest
heel who ever lived.

All right, your sister
ran away with him.

Now two things.
Were they married?

And where is Douglas Hepner?

I don't know where Hepner
is or how he can be located.

As to their being married,

that's what she says,
but I don't believe it.

My father and I were
away for the weekend,

and when we returned,
we found this wire

saying that they were on their
way to Yuma, Arizona, to be married.

That was two weeks ago, and
we haven't heard from her since.

Exactly what is it
you want me to do?

Go with me to General Hospital,

be there when I make
the identification...

And then?

Find out what trouble she's gotten
herself into and straighten it out.

I think this trouble
she's in could be serious.

I'm afraid it... I'm afraid
it could hurt my father.

Is your father in good health?

Physically, he's perfect.

Dad's in the wholesale jewelry
business. He specializes in diamonds.

He's a man whose word is
as good as a written contract.

A family scandal
could crush him.

Miss Corbin, I'm going to
be tied up most of the day.

For the moment, suppose
Mr. Drake goes along with you.

But I thought if
you were there...

From what you've told us,

there doesn't appear that there's
any immediate need or urgency.

Hello, Eleanor.

- Olga.
- Congratulations, dear.

Since you recognize me,

I gather you've recovered, most
conveniently, from your amnesia.

Amn...

What are you talking about?

The police picked
you up last night.

Dazed and seemingly
suffering from amnesia.

Where am I, Olga? Who are they?

They work for Perry Mason, the
attorney we've retained to help you.

Mr. Paul Drake and
Miss Della Street.

An attorney? What do
I need an attorney for?

Miss Corbin...

What's going on? Where am I?

In a hospital.

What am I doing in a...

I just left...

Wait a minute.

The accident.

The automobile accident.

- What day is it?
- Tuesday.

That's right. That's right.
And yesterday was Monday.

And we left on
Monday night, the 2nd.

Doug. Where's Doug?

He was driving the
car. What happened?

We don't know.

But today is Tuesday the
17th, not Tuesday the 3rd.

Tell us about that accident,
and about Douglas Hepner.

Well, I remember that...
we were going to be married,

and we were driving to Yuma,

and there was Doug's mother.

He telephoned to tell her.

Where does Doug's mother live?

Salt Lake City, but I
don't know the address.

After he placed the call,
why, we continued driving.

There were two big headlights

that came forging
out of the darkness

like two big eyes
trying to tear me apart,

and then there
was this big, awful...

Ohh!

Doctor Ariel, please.
Paul Drake calling.

Doctor, Miss Olga Corbin gave
me your name and phone number,

but I'm calling in behalf of one of your
private patients... a Miss Eleanor Corbin.

You haven't been notified yet,
but she's in General Hospital.

From what they tell me, she just
recovered from a severe case of amnesia.

Doctor, is there any reason

why she couldn't be
taken out of here at once

and moved to a
private sanitarium

where she could have
complete quiet and no visitors?

I'm not going to any sanitarium.

My name is Mrs. Douglas
Hepner, and I'm married.

I'm getting out of here
to find my husband!

Mr. Drake is a
private detective.

He'll find your husband.

Yes, I've just seen
my daughter, Doctor,

and I'm terribly
concerned about her.

Well, all right. You'll
call me if you need me.

Fine.

Two weeks just
vanished into nowhere.

Nobody, least of all Eleanor,

seems to have any notion of where
she was or what she was doing.

Mr. Drake, do anything you
have to. We must learn the truth.

All right.

Mr. Corbin, what can you tell
me about this Douglas Hepner?

We met him on our last trip to
Europe... That is, on our way home.

He was on the boat.

What does Hepner do?

He's able to get a lot
of people to hate him.

But aside from being a cheap,
parasitic Don Juan, apparently nothing.

How long ago was
this trip to Europe?

Oh, about three months ago.

Mr. Drake, I believe it takes a great
emotional shock to bring on amnesia?

Well, we do know there was a
physical shock... the automobile accident.

Excuse me.

Mr. Corbin.

Oh, yes. Just a moment.
For you, Mr. Drake.

Thank you.

Hello. This is Drake.

Oh, good going.
Hold it a minute.

All right, let me have it.

Thanks a lot.

We've traced Hepner's mother, a
Mrs. Sadie Hepner in Salt Lake City.

I have the direct-dial number.
Do you mind if I use your phone?

Not at all.

Is this an amplifier?

Yes. This button turns it on.

Hello.

Mrs. Hepner?

Mrs. Sadie Hepner?

This is Paul Drake.

I'm very anxious to get in
touch with your son Douglas.

I wonder if you could tell me
where I could reach him, please.

Oh, my son? Well, he
telephoned from Barstow.

He was on his way to Las
Vegas two or three nights ago,

the evening of the 13th.

Mrs. Hepner, is your
son married or single?

Why, he's unmarried.

Wasn't there an
Eleanor Corbin who...

Oh, yes - Eleanor Corbin.

I remember.

Douglas called me up,
oh, about two weeks ago

and said something
about getting married.

I believe I spoke to this
Eleanor Corbin on the phone.

But the other day, when
Douglas called me from Barstow,

he was with another girl... A
different girl named Suzanne

whom he also introduced
to me on the phone.

Just a moment.

Mr. Drake, who are you,
and why are you calling me?

I'm a private detective, and I-

Private detective?

Well, why didn't you say so?

I don't understand.

Look here, if you have any questions,
you'd better ask them of Doug himself.

Goodbye.

Do any of you know a girl
whose first name is Suzanne?

It could even be somebody
that Eleanor might know.

It could be Suzanne Granger.

Yes. It could have
been Miss Granger.

Suzanne Granger is a pretty
well-known artist here in town...

That is, if it's the same girl that
I've seen pictures of in the paper.

Yes, she is an artist.

She was also part of the crowd

that played around on that
same boat trip three months ago...

Eleanor, Doug, and
Suzanne Granger...

Yes?

Suzanne Granger, please.

Your name, please?

Paul Drake.

Your business with
Miss Granger, please?

Private detective.

I'd rather discuss my business
with her if you don't mind.

Miss Granger
isn't in at present.

Do you mind if
I left her a note?

You'll find paper and
envelopes on the desk.

Thank you.

He's calling apartment 210
in case you're interested.

What is Miss Granger's
apartment number, please?

208. But that
won't be necessary.

I'll see to it that
she gets the note.

- Thank you very much.
- Not at all.

Now just a minute.

We drive around the block,
we come back, and park here.

Now where are we going?

In the service entrance, up the
service elevator to apartment 210.

Suzanne Granger lives
in 208, and she isn't in.

But somebody is in... somebody
the clerk called in apartment 210.

Shall we?

Yes?

I think the clerk at the desk
downstairs made a mistake.

My name's Paul Drake,
and this is Miss Della Street.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Well, Mr. Drake, I'm afraid
you've got the wrong apartment.

My name's Ethel Belan.

Oh, no. We're at the right
apartment, Miss Belan.

You see, we're here in
behalf of Eleanor Corbin.

You mind if we come in?

Well, very lovely
apartment, Miss Belan.

What do you know... A
view of Sierra Vista Park.

This is a double apartment.
You share it with someone?

I did.

The person I shared it with

has been out of town
for the last two weeks.

Tell me, Mr. Drake,
what are you after?

Miss Belan, when representing a
client, you have to exercise caution.

It's easy to say something
that can be misconstrued,

and then the situation
becomes complicated.

It's better to let the other
party make the statements

and then either
agree or disagree.

That was your raincoat
Eleanor was wearing?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, so that's what sent you
here. You traced the raincoat.

Eleanor send you?

Well, actually, we came to
pick up Miss Corbin's things.

I asked Miss Street to come along
in case there's any packing to do.

Oh, they're already
packed. In the bedroom.

The alligator suitcase
and overnight bag.

I'll, uh, get them.

Of course Eleanor
owed me a week's rent...

$25.

All right. I'll need a
receipt, Miss Belan.

Of course, Mr. Drake.

Received of Paul Drake,

representing
Eleanor Corbin, $25.

Will that do?

Fine. Thank you, Miss Belan.

I'll get the bags, Della.

Ah, Mr. Drake.

According to the newspapers,
Eleanor Corbin has amnesia.

Her mind's a complete
blank as to where she was

or what has happened
for the last two weeks.

She couldn't have told
you about the raincoat

or that she lived here.

That's right, she
couldn't. You did.

How did you guess Eleanor
lived in that apartment?

I had a hunch.

And then Miss Belan helped with
what she said and how she said it.

Now, why would Eleanor,
with her clothes all torn,

put the raincoat on, go over to
the park, take the raincoat off,

and dance around half-nude?

That's a good question,
and I've got some others.

What was she doing
in the apartment?

When did she move in? And
where is Douglas Hepner?

You're the detective, Paul.

Ow!

It's face cream...

and diamonds.

Are a girl's best...

Wait a minute.

Let's take a look in
the rest of those jars.

Whew.

There's a fat
little fortune there.

Mm-hmm. Paul, look.

Suzanne Granger.

You sure?

I recognize her
from her pictures.

Della, take these
bags back to your place,

mix them up with your own
luggage, and leave them.

But don't leave the gems.

Go out and register in
one of the best hotels.

Once you're up
in your hotel room,

call the manager and tell him you
have some things you want to put away.

Then stash the
gems in the hotel safe.

Use my car. I'll grab a cab.

Where are you going?

To visit Miss Suzanne
Granger in apartment 208.

Bye, beautiful.

Sorry to disturb you. This
is about Douglas Hepner.

My name's Paul Drake.
I left a note for you.

I thought you might like
a chance to rehearse.

Rehearse? Rehearse what?

The story you're going to tell
the police and the newspapers.

Come in.

Thank you.

You mentioned in
your note Doug Hepner.

What about him?

You met him on board ship, three or four
months ago, and were friendly with him?

On the ship and afterward.

Why is that your business
or the business of the police?

I represent a young lady who's
suffering from temporary amnesia.

Oh, really?

A woman who calls herself
Mrs. Douglas Hepner?

You say that as if you knew
she wasn't Mrs. Douglas Hepner.

Let's just say I'm
not, but almost was.

- That the reason for your trip to Vegas?
- How do you know about that?

Doug's mother, Sadie
Hepner, in Salt Lake City.

Among other things, his
mother is why I'm not his wife.

I gather you didn't approve of
interrupting your Vegas elopement

while Doug called Mother.

No, I didn't.

The way he discussed
me on the telephone...

My name, my address,

where we were going,
how long we'll be gone,

even a description of my figure.

I was wondering if he
was planning a marriage

or a purchase of some
livestock from a country fair

or the possibility of entering
me in a beauty contest.

Miss Granger, what
day was that call made?

A few days ago.

I have another good
reason to remember it.

While I was out of town,
someone broke into my apartment,

and acts of vandalism
were committed.

Vandalism?

Someone cut up some
very expensive tubes of paint.

Did you report
this to the police?

No, I didn't. But I know
who did it, and why.

Well, may I ask who it was?

Your so-called amnesia client.

Eleanor Hepner?

Eleanor Corbin.

She...

What's the matter?

Police, across the
street in the park.

Murdered.

Shot in the back of the head.

Any identification, Andy?

Driver's license.

Hepner.

Douglas Hepner.

Douglas Hepner was
shot in the back of the head.

There's a wound of
entrance but no wound of exit.

With proper
ballistics examination,

they'll be able to determine
what gun fired that bullet,

provided they can find the gun.

Now what do you have, Paul?

Well, first, there's absolutely
no record of a marriage in Yuma

between Eleanor Corbin
and Douglas Hepner.

And no record of any accident involving
either of them between here and Yuma.

Second is quite a blockbuster.

Mrs. Sadie Hepner of Salt
Lake City is a beautiful babe,

about 27 years old.

She must have taken off within
minutes after I spoke to her.

When my man in Salt Lake got
there, the cupboard was very, very bare.

What about Hepner?
How did he make a living?

The U.S. Customs pays a reward
for information on smuggled goods,

so Hepner spent all his time

sailing the luxury liners
between Europe and the States.

He'd soft-soap his way into
the confidence of lady tourists

with more money than brains.

And Eleanor, her
sister, and father...

Were just returning from a buying
trip for a wholesale jewelry business.

Very interesting when you
remember the fortune in gems

we dug up in
Eleanor's make-up jars.

Well,

a professional informer is usually
interested in the 20% reward,

but more than that, also
interested in blackmail.

Which, as you know,
annoys the police department

as much as shooting people
in the back of the head.

Uh, good evening, everyone.

Well, Lieutenant Tragg,

what would cause homicide
to come calling at this hour?

Three official documents.

One, a search warrant
for Paul Drake's apartment.

Results, negative.

Two, a search warrant
for Della Street's apartment.

Uh, Andy, you go.

We found the luggage you took
from Ethel Belan's apartment.

Luggage belonging
to Eleanor Corbin.

Miss Belan was most cooperative.

Yes. So was General Hospital.

They told us all about
Paul Drake's visit.

Funny, Eleanor Corbin seems to
have vanished right after that visit.

That third document could
be trouble for you, Paul.

It could mean the
revocation of your license.

For what, Andy?

The police had no
hold on Eleanor Corbin.

She was sick. Her own doctor
had her removed for treatment.

It would be different
if she were a fugitive.

She is a fugitive, Perry,

until we find out where
the doctor has taken her.

You see, this third document is a
warrant for the arrest of Eleanor Corbin.

We expect to show, Your Honor,

that at the time of this crime,

the defendant Eleanor Corbin,

was driven by
possessiveness and jealousy.

That under this motivation,

she made arrangements
to share an apartment

with a woman named Ethel Belan

for the sole purpose of spying on
another woman named Suzanne Granger,

whom she suspected
of stealing the affection

of the man she claimed
was her husband...

The decedent, Douglas Hepner.

We mean to prove that it
was the defendant's intention

to catch Mr. Hepner
and Miss Granger

in some sort of a
compromising situation

because she actually threatened

that if she couldn't
have Hepner for herself,

no one else would ever have him.

And so, Your Honor,
we find Douglas Hepner

dead with a bullet in his brain,

a bullet from this
defendant's own gun,

and the defendant now
making elaborate preparations

to have it appear that she
was mentally irresponsible,

that she was actually, in
fact, suffering from amnesia.

The discharge of the bullet
into the decedent's head

resulted in almost
instant death.

There were no other injuries
which could have caused death,

and, in my opinion, the victim
on whom I performed the autopsy

had been dead for
approximately 24 to 36 hours.

A complete set of
photographs of the autopsy

have been prepared
for the defense counsel.

The clothing of the decedent had
no laundry or dry cleaning marks,

and the only personal
effects found in his pockets

were a key case, a handkerchief,
a pack of cigarettes, and a wallet.

Identification was made from
the driver's license in his wallet.

Did you search the scene of the
crime for a possible murder weapon?

Yes, sir.

We found a gun
buried under some earth

about 50 feet from where the
decedent's body was discovered.

It was a .38 caliber revolver
with one discharged shell.

Did you check this gun
ballistically by firing through it,

and did you make
other ballistic tests?

Yes, sir, we did.

The fatal bullet and the test shots
fired from the gun exactly matched.

Were you able to determine the
ownership of this particular gun?

Yes, sir.

It belonged to the
defendant, Eleanor Corbin.

Your gun was found
there. How did it get there?

I give you my word of honor, I
have absolutely no recollection.

You left home with Douglas Hepner.
He was killed and with your gun.

That was two weeks later.

If you'd just tell me the truth,

we might have the chance
of pleading self-defense,

justifiable homicide.

We might have the
chance of saving you

from the death penalty,
from life imprisonment.

Aren't you forgetting that the bullet
was fired into the back of Doug's head?

That would seem to eliminate
any plea for self-defense.

You sound like you
want me convicted.

It's your ridiculous
story, darling, not mine.

And you're just jealous because
Doug preferred me to you.

That's not true!

Please, please!

Eleanor, if you don't recover that
memory of yours, recover it fast,

you're going to...

Matron, I'm through
with the defendant.

What have you got
in your pockets, Paul?

Just a bunch of junk.

Put it all out here
on the table, will you?

And you men talk about the
stuff that goes in a woman's purse.

Well, what have I proved?

That there wasn't quite
enough stuff in Hepner's pockets.

The police say he kept an
apartment but that he never used it.

Never used the bed,
never used the bathroom.

There was no food in the
icebox, no laundry sent out...

Perry, wait a minute. Laundry.

I just remembered, there
was a man's laundered shirt

in Eleanor Corbin's suitcase.

If it was Hepner's shirt
and there's a laundry mark,

maybe we'll find out
where Hepner really lived.

The suitcase is
still in my apartment.

All right, Paul, you
check the laundry marks.

I'm going down to
the coroner's office

to see if I can get wax impressions
of those keys they found on Hepner.

According to the laundry mark,

that shirt belonged to a
Frank Ormsby Newberg...

Apartment 20, Arlington Arms.

Think Mr. Newberg and
Mr. Hepner are one and the same?

Well, we'll know soon enough.

Della had keys made
from those wax impressions.

Here.

You occupy apartment number 210 at
the Sierra Vista Apartments, Miss Belan?

That's right, yes, sir.

And who occupies the apartment
immediately to the south of yours?

South, uh...

Miss Suzanne Granger
has apartment 208.

That's south.

Do you know the defendant
in this case, Eleanor Corbin?

Yes, but I hadn't
seen her in over a year.

When did you
recently see her again?

Well, she said she was
interested in Suzanne Granger

in the adjoining apartment

and, uh, that Miss Granger had
stolen her boyfriend, Doug Hepner.

She wanted to see if he was
actually calling on Miss Granger or...

So the defendant
moved in with you.

I have here a sketch which shows
the arrangement of your apartment

and Miss Granger's apartment.

I'd like you to tell us, please,

if this correctly shows the interior
arrangement of your apartment.

Yes, sir, it does show
my... My apartment correctly,

but I've never been in
Miss Granger's apartment.

Well, that's all right.

I'm going to verify the arrangement
of Miss Granger's apartment

with another witness.

Now, was there any particular
room in your apartment

where the defendant
said she wanted to stay?

Yes, sir.

You see, my bedroom is
the one with the large closet,

next to Miss Granger's,

and Eleanor insisted that I
move into the other bedroom

so that she could have the
bedroom next to Miss Granger's...

Next to Miss
Granger's apartment.

Miss Belan, did you
ever see the defendant

in possession of a weapon?

Yes, sir—a .38 caliber revolver,
exactly like the one you're holding.

Did the defendant show
you this weapon herself?

No. No, I saw it in
her overnight bag.

In her overnight bag.

What other luggage did the defendant
bring when she moved in with you?

An overnight bag and a suitcase.

And what happened to
these two pieces of luggage?

Well, Mr. Drake and Miss Street
picked them up and took them away.

Did you have occasion
to contact the defendant

about this or about
anything else at that time?

No. She called me...

From a hospital, I think.

Miss Belan, would you please tell us
exactly what the defendant said to you

when she phoned
from the hospital?

She said, "Ethel, I'm
in a terrible scrape,

"real serious trouble, and
I've got to protect myself.

"And you've got to back
me up in anything I say...

because," uh...

"for the past two weeks I'm
pretending that I've had amnesia."

All right, Miss
Corbin, this is it.

What is?

I asked for a short recess

because I wanted you to quit
stalling and tell me the truth.

You know, you may not have
much time left for the truth.

You sound like I was already
convicted and sentenced to die.

To all intents and purposes,
that's exactly the situation.

Now, were you faking amnesia?

Yes.

Were you running around the
park that night half dressed?

And if so, why?

Mr. Mason, I was
appealing for help.

I was trying to get
somebody to follow me.

Why did you want
someone to follow you?

Because I wanted to lead them to
where they could find Doug's body.

You knew his body was there?

You knew he was dead?

Yes.

Doug and I were working
on something very important.

Every time we met, we got
together there in the park.

So when I went
there this night...

Doug was lying there dead,

and my gun was right beside him.

Why didn't you go
straight to the police,

tell them what you and
Hepner were working on,

tell them exactly
what had happened?

Because they wouldn't
have believed me.

They wouldn't believe the truth, but
they would believe a phony amnesia act.

Is that what you're
trying to tell me?

No. No, you don't understand.

I wasn't going to
fake amnesia then.

It was, well, when the police
cornered me, I got panicky, I guess.

Tell me, what was this
story you'd dreamed up

but you couldn't
remember to tell the police?

Well, I got this idea that
if I were found in the park,

hysterical and disheveled,

I could say I was
there with Doug

and a strange man accosted us and
killed Doug and tried to assault me.

Then I'd say that, well,
I forced my way clear

and was wandering around
the park in a dazed condition.

Go on.

Well, I rushed back to the apartment
and then tore off some of my clothing

and grabbed Ethel's raincoat

to cover me in case
someone should see me first

and then went back to the park.

If you were ever put
on a witness stand

and tried to tell a jury
what you've just told me,

I guarantee you'd be
convicted of first degree murder.

Now, I want the entire story,
all of it, right from the beginning.

And this time I want the truth.

I didn't kill Doug Hepner.

I couldn't tell what
actually happened.

But everything you've heard,
everything you're going to hear,

is close enough to the truth...

to convict me of murder.

Your Honor, the District Attorney
stated that he has a witness

who can authenticate a diagram of
the Granger and Belan apartments.

I should like to defer my
cross-examination of Miss Belan

until the diagram
has been introduced

so that I might
cross-examine on the positions

of the various rooms involved.

Your name is Walter Richey.

You're employed by the
Sierra Vista Apartments?

Yes, sir.

I show you now this diagram.

I ask you if it shows correctly the
various rooms in apartment 208 and 210.

Yes, sir. The
apartments are identical,

except that the
closet in one of the

bedrooms of number
210 is 3 1/2 feet shorter

than the other closets
shown on the sketch.

This sketch was drawn to scale,
and it was made by you at my request.

- Is that correct?
- It was.

- Is it a full, true, and accurate diagram?
- It is.

If it please the court, I should like
this diagram entered in evidence,

marked for the people Exhibit H.

That's all. You may step down.

Just a moment. I have a
question or two of the witness.

Surely there can't be any
objection to the diagram.

I just wanted to find out a few points
about the background of the witness.

Your Honor...

Very well. If you insist,
cross-examine, Mr. Mason.

On the day following the murder,

when Mr. Paul Drake and Miss Della
Street asked to see Suzanne Granger,

didn't you go to the switchboard

and ring the apartment
of Miss Ethel Belan?

Well, I... I have occasion to
call many of the apartments,

but I simply don't remember
calling Miss Belan at that time, no.

That'll be all, thank you.

I will stipulate that the diagram
may be received in evidence.

With the court's permission,

I am now ready to
cross-examine Miss Belan.

Now, you're absolutely certain

that the defendant had
a .38 caliber revolver

- while she was in your apartment.
- Absolutely certain.

In how many calibers are
revolvers manufactured?

How would I know that?

What is the meaning of .38
caliber? To what does it refer?

I suppose it would refer to the
weight of the bullet, wouldn't it?

In other words, a long, slender
bullet would have a higher caliber

than a short, thick bullet if it
weighed more, is that correct?

I think so, yes.

Actually, Miss Belan, you
don't have the faintest idea

of whether that gun was a .38 caliber, a
.32 caliber, or a .44 caliber, now do you?

It was described to me
as a .38 caliber revolver.

So you were simply repeating the words that
had been used to describe the revolver?

If you wish to put
it that way, yes.

That's the way I want to put it.

Now, Miss Belan,

we'll see if your recollection
is any better than Mr. Richey's.

Do you recall an occasion
when Mr. Richey phoned you

and said that a Mr. Paul Drake
was inquiring for Suzanne Granger?

Yes. I remember it.

What is the connection
between you and Walter Richey?

I object to that, Your Honor.

It's quite obvious that counsel's
on another of his fishing expeditions.

The court will
sustain the objection.

I have no further
questions of the witness.

And I have no further
questions on this subject.

But just a moment.
There's another matter.

Miss Belan, did you
ever see the defendant

in the possession of any other
articles beside that revolver,

articles of some
extraordinary value?

Yes, sir, I did.

She had a large
number of precious gems.

Where were you
when you saw these?

I had started into her bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar,

and she didn't hear me.

And some of the gems were on
the bed, and she was counting them.

And for all you know,

these gems could have
been contained in the luggage

which Mr. Paul Drake
and Miss Della Street,

acting on behalf of Perry Mason,
removed from that apartment.

Objected to as argumentative,
assuming a fact not in evidence,

leading and suggestive, and utterly
incompetent, irrelevant, and immaterial.

Sustained.

Cross-examine.

You stood in the doorway of the
room, and you saw the gems on the bed.

How far was it from
the bed to the doorway?

- Perhaps 10 feet.
- What kind of gems were they?

Diamonds, emeralds,
a few rubies.

These rubies, were they
genuine rubies or imitation?

Oh, they were quite
genuine, I'm sure.

Have you ever owned a
genuine ruby, Miss Belan?

Well, no, but I do...

And yet you say you
stood 10 feet away,

looked at an assortment of gems,

and you unhesitatingly testified

that the rubies in that assortment
were genuine. Is that right?

When you put it that way,
it sounds absurd, but I...

It sounds a good deal more
than absurd, Miss Belan.

No further questions.

Your Honor, I realize we're
approaching the hour of adjournment,

but I have a matter of the utmost
urgency to present to the court.

I request the
indulgence of the Court

and ask that the Coroner's physician,
Dr. Oberon, be recalled to the stand.

Doctor, you stated
that the cause of death

was a .38 caliber bullet
lodged in the brain.

Did you examine the body

to determine if there was any
contributing cause of death?

What do you mean?

Well, this photograph,
taken at the time of autopsy,

shows the right
arm of the decedent.

I call your attention to the
two little spots on that right arm.

Was this photograph taken
because of these spots?

Yes. In homicide cases,

I believe there should be a
record of every abnormality noted.

This abnormality, Doctor...

Was it your belief that the
two spots were puncture marks

caused by a hypodermic needle?

There was always
that possibility.

Did you test the body for
morphia, for any other drugs?

No. It wasn't necessary.

I had already determined
the cause of death.

If the body of Douglas Hepner
were to be exhumed at this time

and morphine was present, that
fact could be determined, could it not?

I think there might be
a very good chance.

Your Honor,

the decedent, at the time
his body was discovered,

had no matches,
no lighter, no knife,

nothing in his possession that
could start a fire or cut through bonds.

That fact leads me to believe

that Douglas Hepner was
held captive prior to his death.

I believe that at the
time of his death,

Douglas Hepner was under the influence
of morphine given to restrain him.

I now ask the court to order the
body of Douglas Hepner exhumed.

- Paul.
- Hi, Perry.

How'd you make out on the
order to have the body exhumed?

The judge said no unless
we get enough evidence

to tie up the relevancy of
anything that might be discovered.

What did you want me for?

Remember when you tried
to open Hepner's apartment,

only the third key would work?

I discovered later

that one of the other keys
was almost identical to it.

You mean Hepner had a key to a
second apartment in this building?

Hepner not only had a key that
would open his own apartment, 20,

but one that will also
open apartment 21.

Good work, Paul.

Who occupies apartment 21?

The occupant of apartment 21 is a
Miss Payson... Miss Sadie Payson.

- Mrs. Hepner?
- Well, y...

You are the Suzanne Granger

who occupies apartment number
208 at the Sierra Vista Apartments?

Yes, I am.

You recently returned from a
trip to Europe, Miss Granger.

While on shipboard,

you met the decedent Douglas
Hepner, and you became friendly with him.

Did you continue this friendship
after the conclusion of the voyage?

Well, not right away.

But a few weeks
later, I ran into Doug.

He asked me for a date,

and I had dinner with
him two or three times.

Did you ever have a
discussion with Eleanor Corbin

about Douglas Hepner?

Yes, I did, on the
15th of August.

What was said, please?

Doug was calling on me.

When he left, I noticed the door of
apartment 210 opened just a crack,

as if someone was watching.

I was aware that the defendant
had moved in with Ethel Belan.

I also knew that every time Doug
left my place, that door opened.

So this time, after Doug
got into the elevator,

I walked over and
pushed it open.

Eleanor Corbin, the defendant, was
standing on the other side of that door.

And that was when you had
your conversation with her?

Yes. She, Eleanor Corbin,

said that I tried to steal
Doug away from her.

She said that she
planned to marry him

and if she couldn't have
him, no one could have him.

Did she make any
specific threats?

Yes. She threatened to kill both him and
me if I tried to take him away from her.

Did the defendant indicate how she
intended to carry out these threats?

Yes, she did.

She opened her purse
and showed me a revolver.

Miss Granger, I direct your
attention to People's Exhibit G.

I ask if you have ever
seen this revolver before.

It looks very much like the one I
saw in the defendant's handbag.

I think that'll be all.
Thank you very much.

Your witness.

Did anyone else hear
this conversation?

Was Miss Belan present?

Miss Belan was away.

The defendant was
alone in the apartment.

In other words, it's only your word
against the word of the defendant

that this conversation
did take place.

In that you are wrong.

I was the only person present
besides the defendant, true,

but Mr. Richey overheard
the conversation.

He told me so.

Mr. Richey, on or about the
15th day of August of this year,

did you overhear a conversation between
the defendant and Suzanne Granger?

I did. Yes, sir.

Where did the
conversation take place?

At the door of
apartment number 210.

And did the defendant at
that time exhibit a weapon?

Well, I couldn't exactly
see what all was going on,

but I did hear the
defendant open her bag

and say "As you see, I am
prepared to make good my promise"

or something of that sort.

Thank you,
Mr. Richey. That'll be all.

You may inquire, Mr. Mason.

Since you weren't in the hallway,
where you would have been seen,

I gather you overheard this conversation
from inside one of the nearby apartments.

By any chance, were you
in Miss Granger's apartment

when she had this
conversation with the defendant?

Well, I... Yes, I was.

Why is it so difficult
for you to tell us

that you were inside
Miss Granger's apartment?

It might be embarrassing
for Miss Granger.

You see, Miss Granger
had once reported

that when she was away
on a trip to Las Vegas,

someone had broken
into her apartment.

Go on.

Naturally, I checked the
apartment quite often after that.

So you were keeping an eye on it

when Mr. Hepner brought
her home from a date.

And you were still in her
apartment when Mr. Hepner left

and she confronted
the defendant?

Yes, I was.

After Miss Granger
returned to her apartment,

after you overheard
this conversation,

did you let her know
that you were there?

Well, no.

Frankly, I slipped
into a closet.

It was an
embarrassing situation.

I was a tiny bit
confused at the time.

You become confused
when you're embarrassed.

Now, since you're
obviously embarrassed now,

I take it you're
also confused now?

That doesn't follow.

I'm telling the truth.

You are?

I have no further questions.

Mr. Burger?

No redirect, Your Honor.

The witness may step down.

Do you have any more
witnesses, Mr. Burger?

No, Your Honor.

The prosecution feels that at this
point it has presented a prima facie case

and I therefore move that this defendant
be bound over for trial in Superior Court

on a charge of
first degree murder.

Mr. Mason?

Your Honor, I should like to
present a defense at this time.

For its first witness, the
defense calls Miss Sadie Payson.

Doug and I were partners
in recovering smuggled gems

and reporting them to the
Customs Service for the 20% reward.

In what way did
you work together?

On a ship, when Doug spotted
a girl he thought was smuggling,

he'd play up to her,
follow her after they landed,

and give her a fast proposal and
rush her off on a weekend elopement.

But first he'd always
phone Mother.

That was my cue.

I'd get into the
girl's apartment,

and if I found anything
extremely valuable

and the prospects looked better
for making more money by...

By blackmail than by
reporting the smuggled goods,

why, then I'd show up
later as a Customs agent,

And this made the
blackmail possible?

Yes. I'd do it when
Doug was there

so that he could suggest
the possibility of buying me off.

Now, what happened
with Eleanor Corbin?

Just before Doug started
out with her to Yuma,

he phoned me. He
was very excited.

He said he was on the trail of a
regular professional smuggling ring

and that if we broke it, it could
mean a fortune for us both.

Did he know who was
in this smuggling ring?

Yes... at least one name...

Suzanne Granger.

He found out that at least
once, about a year ago,

her paint tubes had been
used to smuggle in gems.

He wasn't sure whether she was a part
of the ring or just an innocent carrier.

And he was suspicious
of somebody else.

Go on. Tell us the rest.

Well, Doug and I talked it over, and
we figured out a plan, a real wild one.

No wonder that Corbin girl
pulled that phony amnesia stunt.

No one in a million years would
believe what she agreed to do for Doug.

Exactly how was the
defendant to have been used?

She was supposed to get into
the apartment next to Suzanne

and watch the place.

She'd meet Doug in the park and
report to him when Suzanne was home,

who went in and out, and so on.

In the meantime, Doug made
his usual play for Suzanne.

He was good at that. He got her to
go to Vegas with him a week later.

Doug phoned me from
Barstow and put Suzanne on.

And an hour after
that, I was on a plane.

I went through that girl's
apartment with a fine-toothed comb.

What did you find?

Not a thing.

Suzanne wasn't in
on the smuggling,

so it had to be the other
person Doug had suspected.

On the morning of the 16th,
the day he was murdered,

did Douglas Hepner
call you on the phone?

Yes.

He was very excited.

He said, "I was
wrong about Suzanne.

"I've found the gems the
professional ring smuggled.

"What a sweet setup
they had for hiding them.

"I've disposed of the gems.
Now I've got Eleanor's gun,

"and if I can get out of
here without being killed,

we'll both be sitting pretty."

From where was
Douglas Hepner calling?

From the apartment of the
other person he had suspected...

Ethel Belan.

No. No. That's a lie.

A lie, Miss Belan?

Now, Hepner had Eleanor
Corbin move in with you

because he suspected you
as well as Suzanne Granger.

Here.

Here in your apartment,

the one closet that was 3 1/2 feet shorter
than any other closet in the building.

That was the sweet setup Douglas
Hepner mentioned on the phone.

You can't prove a thing.
That closet is empty.

Where are the gems?

You never saw
Eleanor with those gems.

She never touched them.

Those gems were just where
Hepner had disposed of them

before he left your apartment

Those gems were
practically under your nose,

hidden in the cosmetic jars
in Eleanor's overnight bag...

The bag you allowed Paul Drake
to remove from your apartment.

I don't believe you.

Do you believe me now?

When you found the gems missing,
Hepner was traced to his apartment,

drugged with morphine, and
the apartment was searched.

When the gems didn't turn up,

Eleanor's gun was taken
from Hepner's pocket,

put to the back of his
head, and he was killed.

His body was dumped in the
park along with Eleanor's gun.

But I didn't kill him! I
swear it! I didn't kill him!

But your accomplice did...

The person who headed
the smuggling ring did...

Walter Richey did.

Oh, you fool! You stupid fool!

We'd have given you a cut!
You've talked yourself right into jail!

Why? Why?

Douglas Hepner was my husband.

I loved him.

Hi, Perry. What's up?

Well, I have
something for you, Paul.

Here it is.

Your fee from the Corbin family.

Hey, this is a small fortune.

You sure you haven't made some
mistake? This must be your fee.

No, Paul.

Without the work you did,

Eleanor Corbin might very well
have been convicted of murder

and on her way to
the gas chamber.

Well. Us plutocrats.

Perry, isn't there somebody that I
could sue for the scratch on my finger

when I found those diamonds
in Eleanor's face cream?

Well, you could sue.

However, the Customs Service
is paying you the 20% reward

for finding those smuggled gems.

- You're kidding.
- Here.

It's right here.

What do you know?

Small change.

Uh, come along,
gentlemen. I'll buy the dinner.

Paul, you can leave the tip.

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