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I'm the executor of Addison Barlow's estate, and his will has me worried.

Why would a will have you worried?

It's almost like an invitation to the heirs to kill one another. Is that what

the will means, Mr. Rhodes?

That's correct, Mrs. Barlow.

All right, McGarrett.

What are you going to do about it?

Just sit around and wait for the next one?

Is there going to be a next one? We're dealing with mass murder.

Brother's been in an accident.

What kind of accident?

A form of palsy.

A rare form of Parkinson's.

A degenerative neurological disease.

I'm afraid it can only get worse.

You'll never paint again.

I'm afraid it can only get worse.

You'll never paint again.

You'll never paint again.

You'll never paint again.

I appreciate your coming on such short notice, Steve. I know how busy you are.

I'm enjoying the lunch. What's so urgent, Malcolm? You sound rather edgy.

Well, what do you know about Addison Barlow?

The artist?

Not much, just what I read in the papers.

Died recently, didn't he? After a long illness?

Right. I never met him, but I think he was considered a fine painter. Yes.

He was one of the finest of our contemporary artists.

Wait a minute.

Wasn't there another death in his family a few days ago? An accident or

something? His name's Carolyn, but it was suicide.

Anyway,

the urgency.

I'm the executor of Addison Barlow's estate, and his will has me worried.

Why would a will have you worried? I can't explain it, Steve, but this will,

it's almost like an invitation to the heirs to kill one another.

I'd rather not give you the details before the reading, but let me tell you,

this old man despised his whole family and may have figured out a way to bring

out the worst in them.

That's old Thomas.

Patterson's elder brother.

Come on. I want you to meet him.

Good morning, Thomas.

Good morning, gentlemen.

How are you? I'm fine.

Thomas, this is Steve McGarrett, a friend of mine.

The Fuzz.

Yes, I've heard of Mr. McGarrett.

Please excuse my slang.

I've heard it said with a lot more malice from time to time.

What are you up to? I'm cleaning out the rapist's excelsis.

Oh.

You're here to read Addison's will this afternoon, Malcolm.

Right. I forgot.

You think my late brother will object if I don't wear a tie and a jacket?

I wouldn't put it past him, Thomas.

Please. Thank you.

Everybody here, Thomas? Everybody but Eugenie. She won't be here.

Swore she'd never step foot in her father's house again.

Spunky girl. I love her madly.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Barlow. Good morning, Mr. Barlow.

How are you?

Morning, ladies and gentlemen.

I appreciate your all coming.

Thank you.

I would like you to meet Steve McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0.

He's a good friend, and I've taken the liberty of asking him to be present.

And just exactly what is he doing here?

This is a family affair.

Uh... Possibly more than family, Mr. Thorpe. David Thorpe, Addison's brother

-in-law and Carolyn's father.

This is Laura Thorpe, Addison's sister.

This is Ria Barlow, Addison's widow.

And your son, Lawrence.

And you have already met Thomas.

All right, ladies and gentlemen, this... This will was prepared by Addison Barlow

just six months ago.

It was properly witnessed by members of my staff and entrusted to me, with

instructions not to read it until his death.

Now, of course, there are a few minor bequests to servants, institutions,

charities, and so forth.

Then, to my sister Laura, a foolish and gullible

woman who, against my wishes... brought David Thorpe into my house.

To David Thorpe, her husband, an untrustworthy scoundrel and crafty

opportunist. To Carolyn, their indecisive, fearful, and cowardly

daughter. To my brother Thomas, a bumbling parasite without ambition or

pride.

To my son Lawrence, a weakling, a gambler, and wastrel.

To my wife, Ria, a secretive, disloyal woman who coolly, patiently, and

successfully waited me out.

And to my daughter, Eugenie, the full complement of all who have, with ill

-concealed impatience, waited like vultures to pick my bones. I bequeath

this house and property and the balance of my estate to be divided equally among

those heretofore mentioned.

and surviving on the first anniversary of my death, signed Addison Barlow.

Why, that vindictive evil old man.

Winner take all, huh?

What do you mean, David?

He's making us wait a whole year.

Right, Mr. Rhodes? Wrong.

He's tempting each and every one of us to do away with each other, so each part

of the estate will be bigger.

Is that what the will means, Mr. Rhodes?

Only those of us who are alive a year from now will divide the estate.

That's correct, Mrs. Barlow.

How can my father do that?

He always did whatever he wanted. Why should he change now?

Isn't that just like Addison?

Governing our lives even after he's dead?

How much is the estate worth?

Close to six million dollars.

Addison was sick.

Laura! Laura?

Laura?

May I? Laura!

She's dead.

Me Dan Williams right away, please.

Dano, we have a death at the Barlow estate.

I want HPD and a forensic team from the coroner's office immediately.

I've got one stop to make on the way back to the office.

Yeah, I'll keep in touch. Thank you.

But you've seen that Addison Barlow before, Stephen. I acquired it about two

months ago.

Yeah, and I just saw it again.

What? I saw this identical painting this afternoon.

But how could you? Where?

In Addison Barlow's home, hanging on the wall of his study.

Now, Anatole, I am not an expert, but I swear it's identical.

That's impossible.

Is it? All right.

I'll arrange for access to the Barlow home. You supply some of that famous

expertise. I'll prove it to you.

I'm going to examine the picture, Stephen. Don't worry. You don't have to

ask me. I insist upon it. Good.

Sir Rod is a collector, an art expert. The Metropolitan Museum in New York

consults him from time to time, so he'll be able to determine whether it was a

forgery or not.

Yeah, I'm on it. Then we'll decide whether it's 5-0's business.

How'd you get involved in this, Stephen? Oh, please don't ask.

I was dragged into it. The family lawyer was worried about the conditions of the

will, what he feared might be an open invitation to murder.

Was it?

I don't know. Let's see.

Duke, you got something?

He only dropped us off about 20 minutes ago.

What is it? It's a report from the lab.

Oh, by the way, David Thorpe is waiting for you.

Come on in.

Mr.

Thorpe?

McGarrett.

McGarrett. No daddy, will you?

Hello.

Excuse me a minute. Why don't you sit down?

There were 11 tablets in your wife's pillbox.

Eight of them were aspirin.

Three of them are virulent poison.

The post-mortem confirms it was not a heart attack.

But we knew that, didn't we?

We knew that.

Oh, did we, Mr. Thorpe? I didn't know that. How could you?

Dano, I want the bodies of Carolyn and Addison Barlow exhumed.

and an autopsy performed on both of them. I got a court order. Wait just a

minute. You don't honestly believe Carolyn was murdered?

That's impossible.

She died before the old man, before the reading of the will.

Well, someone could have known what was in that will.

And killed her?

And the old man?

Why not?

All right, McGarrett.

What are you going to do about it?

Just sit around and wait for the next one?

Is there going to be a next one, Mr. Thorpe?

You found five forgeries, Anatole?

In the Barlow home hanging on his wall?

Including the self-portrait?

No mistake.

I see.

Where did you acquire your painting?

Yes, I know that gallery.

Yes.

I'll meet you there shortly.

Somebody's making a regular business out of this. Let's go.

forgeries, copies.

It's impossible.

Who could copy an Addison Barlow?

This picture is authentic, Stephen.

It's a genuine Addison Barlow.

Of course it is.

Is that all you had, five Addison Barlows?

Five genuine Addison Barlow paintings, Mr. McGarrett. Where'd you get them?

I have bills of sales for all of them.

Mr. Surratt knows that I'm highly reputable.

And I have the documents for mine, Stephen.

I'd like to see them sometime, Anatole. Well, of course. I'll send them after

you. And I'd still like to know where you acquired the paintings.

It's my business, Mr. McGarrett.

An honest and ethical and aboveboard business.

Let's hope so.

And if I could be of any more help to you, please don't hesitate to call on

me. Count on it.

Well, thank you, Anatole. I appreciate your help. Well, I was a bit distressed

last night, Stephen. I think I paid $40,000 for a painting that might be a

forger. I don't blame you. Well, anyhow, what a relief. That's all over.

Well, I'll be leaving, you know, my friend. My car's just downstairs.

Thanks again. Bye.

Bye-bye.

A bit distressed.

Why, for $40,000, I'd be a basket case.

I know, but $40 should be a basket case. When are you going to spring for lunch?

Never. Hold it.

Why?

He's in a bit of a hurry.

Who is he?

Lawrence Barlow.

Come here a minute.

He's gone into Benny Layard's. Want to talk to him? Oh, no. Not now, Val. But

keep him under surveillance.

Get Duke and Chin to help you if necessary.

I'm going out to the Barlow house. I want to know where he goes and what he

does. But most of all...

I want to know what his connection with Benny Lea is.

I need it now.

Today.

You've got to help me.

Gambling again, huh, Lawrence?

Listen, Benny Lea.

These people don't threaten. They don't roust you around.

If I don't come up with the 18,000 today, they'll kill me.

The police.

Did they see you come in?

The police.

They were just here asking questions.

No, no. Look, I must have the money, Benileo.

If you won't lend it to me, I'll get you another painting.

I don't know. I don't know, Lawrence.

With the police nosing around here, I can't be as generous as I have in the

past.

Now I want two paintings.

Two?

You gave me $20,000 apiece for the others.

You're cutting the price in half.

Do you have a cold?

No.

Look, don't hold me up, Benileo.

Get out and take your business with you.

Please. Look, it's not a cold.

It's an allergy.

Then take something for it. I do.

Just doesn't seem to be working this morning.

All right.

I'll bring two paintings.

That's $20,000.

In cash.

And I'm being very generous with you, Lawrence.

I'll be back.

Have you seen Lawrence this morning, Mrs. Barlow?

Yes, I have, Mr. McGarrett.

He wasn't home all night, and he was very upset.

He asked me for a lot of money, which I didn't have.

Did he say why he wanted it?

My son is a gambler, Mr. McGarrett.

My husband vilified him for it, but it was Addison's fault in the first place.

He drove the boy to it.

Addison was an autocrat.

He ruled everybody with an iron rod.

Except Eugenie.

Eugenie was the only one who stood up to him.

If you'll excuse me now, Mr. McGarrett, I'll go back to my sewing.

Good morning, Pallis. Oh, good morning.

Good morning.

Are you making progress, Mr. McGarrett? Or perhaps I came to check out a theory

about the forged paintings.

Yes, I heard about that. Isn't that extraordinary?

It's extraordinary to me that your brother Addison didn't spot them while

he was alive.

But his eyesight was failing him these last years.

Couldn't even paint.

Oh, not that he didn't. try, but when his paintings began to look like my old

offerings, he quit in disgust.

I didn't know you painted, Thomas. I don't.

Oh, I tried when I was young, but I lacked the gift.

You still paint?

Oh, no.

It's terribly self-destructive to be mediocre in the house of a genius.

You know, Carolyn was good, though.

Yes, she was very good.

Was she?

Was she good enough to forge the master's work?

No.

It had to be someone with access to the originals, Thomas.

Mr. McGarrett, Addison wasn't always mean and hateful. I don't want you to

think that.

What was he, Thomas?

Well, he took care of me, gave me a place to live, gave me an allowance,

bought my clothes and my wine.

This great vintage Bordeaux.

Chateau Lafitte.

Even after he himself had to stop drinking.

Well, goodbye, Mr. McGarrett. Goodbye, Tums.

A votre santé.

Merci.

so so

That's a dead end.

Let's wait over there.

I thought I heard your car. What's up, Larry?

Nothing. Hey, can I borrow your car?

Why? My right rear's flat. There's no spare.

I've been riding the rim for ten minutes.

Oh, well, I'll call the auto club. No, no, Jeannie.

That's okay.

I gotta get to the house.

You can call the club, but let me have your keys.

What's so urgent at the house?

Hey, for Pete's sake, Jeannie, all I wanna do is just borrow your car. You

look kind of wild.

Have you been up all night?

Hey, the keys.

The keys?

You've been gambling again.

Not now, okay?

No lectures.

I just want to borrow your car. I'll bring it back in a couple hours.

Drive carefully.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey, I'll be okay.

I will, I promise.

He switched cars.

Okay.

He's dead, Chin.

Then where did Lawrence Barlow switch cars?

Went up to Private Road and came back out in that red Jag.

According to the registration slip, the car belongs to Eugenie Barlow. Isn't

that his sister?

Right. She lives at the top of that road.

Dino?

Could it be that this wasn't an accident?

Maybe. I'll have the lab go over the car.

Oh, Steve found these two paintings on the trunk.

Chances are they're copies of Addison Barlow's work, too.

Question is, who did they belong to, Eugenie Barlow or her dead brother?

I don't know who they belonged to, but I think that he was going to exchange them

for the originals.

Right now I've got to go and see your sister.

She hasn't been notified.

Miss Barlow? Yes, what is it?

McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0.

5-0? Something wrong?

Yeah.

Your brother's been in an accident.

What kind of accident?

The car he was driving went over a cliff.

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Dead?

Oh, he was racing down a mountain road, skidding around turns.

He just didn't make one of them.

Larry was an excellent driver.

Have you any idea why he was driving your car?

He asked to borrow it.

His car had a flat tire.

There were some paintings in the trunk of your car.

I think they were copies of your father's works.

That's right.

Have you any idea how they got there?

Not the slightest.

They weren't there earlier this morning.

I was out shopping and I put some things in the trunk.

Larry must have put them there.

Where was the car?

In the garage.

Mind if I take a look?

Of course not.

What's in the bin?

I don't know I've never used it

You ever seen these before?

They look like father's paintings.

Most likely they're copies, Miss Barlow.

Your brother made a business of exchanging forgeries for originals,

which were readily saleable.

How do you know that?

We found out about it. Apparently he had done it several times.

Poor Larry.

He was always needing money, always in debt.

Have you any idea who painted these copies?

No, I don't.

Or why they were hidden here at your place?

Well, Larry and I were very close, Mr. McGarrett.

He trusted me.

I guess he thought that if I found them, I wouldn't betray him.

You must have hated your father a great deal not to have gone to his home for

over a year.

Not even for the reading of his will.

I didn't have to go.

He told me what was in it.

I see.

The death of your Aunt Laura, did it come as a surprise to you?

Surprise?

If you knew the contents of the will, you must have realized that the will was

practically an invitation to murder.

You did know that your aunt was poisoned.

Poisoned?

I don't believe it.

Nevertheless, it's true.

There's a great deal of money up for grabs here, Miss Barlow.

And your father apparently despised most of his heirs.

Yes, he did.

And they hated him.

Most of them.

But I didn't.

I was angry at him because he was cruel to mother.

But he never showed that side to me.

I guess because I always stood up to him.

When he came to see me, he was warm and kind and

generous.

He bought me that car that Larry borrowed.

I didn't hate him.

But maybe now I do.

The autopsy reports came in, Steve.

Okay. A drug, a systemic poison, not a disease, gave Carolyn Thorpe symptoms.

And symptoms that might suggest to a physician a rare form of Parkinson's.

What were the symptoms?

Lack of coordination and balance.

Blurred vision.

You know, I doubt if she was a suicide.

She probably fell to her death.

What did the old man's autopsy tell us?

Oh, Addison Barlow.

He was terminally ill, but he died prematurely of asphyxiation, a lack of

oxygen, and paralysis of the throat.

Drug-induced. My God.

We're dealing with mass murder.

Was it the same drug that did Carolyn in? No, but it was the same drug used on

Laura Thorpe. Now, I'm confused. Let me sort these Thorpes out. Carolyn Thorpe

was the young girl who fell to her death?

Yes. And Laura Thorpe was the woman who died at the reading of the will?

Right. Good. Oh, I've got more to see.

Lawrence, the young man that went over the cliff in the Jaguar? Well, this was

found in his shirt pocket.

They're common over-the-counter antihistamine capsules. All innocent

except for two.

Which word?

Deadly poison.

Same M.O. as Laura Thorpe? Yes.

Was it the same poison?

Exactly.

Okay, Yulani.

You've earned your salary. Thank you.

Zeke. Yeah, Dan.

From Eugenie's car.

Somebody tampered with the steering column.

My God.

So Eugenie was next on the list.

You think maybe she tried to set up her brother?

No, no, I don't think so, Dan.

There were poison capsules mixed with the antihistamines Lawrence was

carrying. No.

Eugenie was supposed to die in that wreck.

I guess that clears her. She obviously didn't know her brother was going to

borrow the car.

Yeah. Call her, though, Donna. Call her and warn her to be careful, very

careful, until we find this maniac. Right. Let's go.

I've got the feeling the pieces are all here. I'm just not putting them

together. We've got drugs.

We've got poison.

Sabotaging a sports car is out of that M.O. That's just the trouble, Dano.

There's no clear pattern here. The M.O.s are different and chancy.

We've got a poison that could kill today or a week from today.

We have a steering column that could go in a month.

A pattern without a pattern.

Yeah, but it's here somewhere. We're just not seeing it.

Okay, who have we got left?

We've got the old man's brother, Thomas.

We've got his widow, Ria.

We've got his brother-in-law.

David Thorpe.

And his daughter, Eugenie.

I think we can scratch her. We know what was planned for her.

Duke, take Chin.

Go up to the Barlow estate. Search that place from top to bottom. Get some help

from HPD if necessary.

Look for anything that could be deadly.

I have a feeling that there's a trap set up there for two of the people left.

And the third one's the murderer.

Yeah, you can bet on it.

Steve. Yeah.

Something very interesting.

What's that? On the bills of sale Meneleja got for the paintings he

bought, Addison Barlow's signature was forged.

Good work, Shin.

Why should I question the signature, McGarrett?

It looked genuine to me.

Take my advice, my friend. It's time for you to open up.

You bought those paintings from Lawrence Barlow, didn't you?

Yes.

But there was nothing illegal in what I did.

Lawrence assured me his father wanted to sell. Oh, really?

Is that why you had copies made so Lawrence could replace the originals he

stole? That was not my idea at all.

I had nothing to do with the copies.

But you knew about them, didn't you?

And you knew who made them. It was Carolyn, wasn't it?

Yes.

Yes, it was Carolyn.

But she did it for Lawrence.

It was to help Lawrence.

I had nothing to do with it. Oh, come on.

It was your scheme from the beginning.

You knew that Lawrence was deeply in debt from gambling, and you talked him

and Carolyn into this whole shabby operation.

No!

No, that's not the way it happened at all. Oh, how did it happen?

Come on, tell me. How did it happen?

You better give me an answer, mister, if you've got one. Because if you don't,

I'm going to charge you with dealing in stolen property.

I'll have two men back here with a warrant for your arrest in less than an

hour.

Grand theft.

Think about it.

Wait a minute, McGarrett.

Okay.

You want to know who was behind all this?

I'll tell you.

Talk to Carolyn's father.

David Thorpe.

It was his scheme from the beginning.

Gets half my profits.

Thorpe's your man.

He better be.

Motive?

I don't know.

It would have to be a pretty powerful one, wouldn't it? To kill your own wife

and daughter.

Huh?

How old do you think David Thorpe is?

Oh, mid-50s.

His wife was in her late 60s.

What are you getting at?

If I recall correctly, Addison Barlow described Thorpe and his will as... How

was it?

Untrustworthy, scoundrel, and crafty opportunist.

You mean the old man didn't believe Thorpe was marrying his sister for love?

Yeah.

It's where the car went over.

from eugenie's car somebody tampered with a steering column a drug a systemic

poison not a disease gave carolyn thorpe symptoms i doubt if she was a suicide

edison farlow it's the same drug used on laura thorpe

see what is there

one piece now there's still one piece missing

And I don't know what it is.

That's Lawrence Barlow's car, Steve.

Then Eugenie must be here, Dono.

Duke, what do you got? Nothing yet, but we're still looking.

David Thorpe around?

I haven't seen him and his car's gone. What about the others?

Mrs. Barlow's in the sewing room with her daughter and the old man's somewhere

on the grounds. Duke, I want to see David Thorpe here, right away. Put HPD

on it if necessary.

Dono, see if you can find Thomas around the grounds anywhere.

And keep a sharp eye on him.

He may be the next victim.

Or the man we're looking for.

Mrs. Barlow?

May I come in? Yes, Mr. McGarrett.

Your men are searching our rooms.

Yes. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but it's important.

Why? What are they looking for?

Oh, something that could kill, perhaps.

I don't mean to be insensitive, Mrs. Barlow.

By the way, I'm sorry to hear about Lawrence.

Thank you.

It took a tragedy to bring my daughter home.

Something else to thank my dear husband for.

Are you going to stay here?

Yes. May I suggest you be careful? There's danger here.

Anything, sir?

Not in Mrs. Barlow's room. No Thomas Barlow's room.

Let's check our thoughts.

Mr. Barlow?

Mr. Barlow?

Yes, I'm here.

Would you like a cup?

It's a fresh cave, Mr. Williams.

Mr. Barlow, may I?

Well, I must have another cup around here somewhere.

You don't have to take mine.

How is it?

Hmm?

Williams?

I think it's time you switch to Chablis.

Chablis.

Anything, Chin?

Nothing, Steve.

Okay, let's go.

Madam, got something?

Yeah, taste it, but be careful. What is it?

Arsenic, I think.

Arsenic? Intended for Thomas. Found it in a wine cask downstairs.

He's in the study now.

Well, that will eliminate Thomas, unless he planted it for our benefit.

So that leaves just two.

Chin, keep an eye on Thomas. Dano, come with me.

Mrs.

Barlow? Well, Mr. McGarrett, have you found anything?

Yes, I'm afraid we have.

We found arsenic in Thomas Barlow's wine.

Well, he's all right, though. Thank God we caught it in time.

Mr. McGarrett, when will it stop?

It'll stop, Miss Barlow, when we find the killer.

And not before.

Hold it!

What is it?

Where did you get this?

From this box.

Dano? Here.

Have you got a glass?

Here, take a look.

Looks like it was dipped in something.

All the tips are discolored, Steve. Yeah, I can imagine with what.

Do you realize how lucky you are, Mrs. Barlow? This could be deadly poison, and

probably is.

Steve, Thorpe is here.

HPD picked him up. He's in the study.

All right, Duke.

Get this wine down to the police lab. I want an analysis of whatever is in it

and whatever's on the tip of these pins, right away. Right, Steve.

Looks like Thorpe's our boy, huh? Sure does. Let's go.

Thinking of making another substitution, Mr. Thorpe?

I know all about your dirty dealings with Benny Lair and with Carolyn and

Lawrence, the whole dirty business.

I even know where Lawrence hid the forgeries.

I was only trying to help Lawrence. He was in trouble.

And you weren't trying to help yourself, of course, huh?

I admit.

I profited.

But I did not kill my own wife or my daughter.

Maybe I didn't show the proper respect in my grief, but that doesn't make me a

murderer. Oh, but other things could, Mr. Thorpe, to begin with.

Every killing had been programmed, every one except yours.

Laura's drugs, Addison's pain pills,

Carolyn's medication, Lawrence's antihistamine, Thomas's wine,

Ria's sewing pins.

Everyone except yours.

And we searched, Mr.

Thorpe. We searched everywhere.

But that's not true. I didn't... Let me finish.

You also had access.

Now, the killer had access to this house. Had to have access to this house.

Which rules out Eugenie here.

Because she hasn't been here in a year.

All right. What about Thomas?

Or Ria? The same reasoning. The killer had to have access to all the

instruments of death.

I didn't even know she had a sports car.

I haven't seen her since she left this house.

You've never been to her home?

Never.

Is that true?

Yes, it's true. He's never visited me. I've only had the car for a short time.

I told you, Addison bought it for me just before he died.

Yes, you did tell me Addison bought it for you.

When you were explaining how generous he was.

No.

Perhaps you'll leave us in peace, McGarrett.

One piece down and still one piece missing?

This will has me worried.

It's almost like an invitation to the heirs to kill one another.

The full compliment of all who have, with ill-concealed impatience, waited

like vultures to pick my bones.

Why, that vindictive, evil old man.

Winner take all, huh?

He's making us wait a whole year. He's tempting each and every one of us to do

away with each other, so each part of the estate will be bigger.

Isn't that just like Edison?

governing our lives even after he's dead?

Forgive me, all of you.

I've missed the point completely here.

I've been assuming the obvious motive, greed, when all the time it was malice,

vindictiveness.

Who is it, Mr. McGarrett? Do you know?

Oh, I know now.

But I should have known a long time ago.

I should have realized that the murderer had to know in advance what was in that

will in order to set up Carolyn and Laura's death.

And there was only two people who knew that in advance of the reading.

Addison Barlow himself and Eugenie.

And because Eugenie could not have planted the poisons, the only other

person is right here.

Addison Barlow, murderer from his grave.

He wrote his will to set up a motor for all the heirs. Then he planted the

pills, the poisoned wine, the pins, even the sabotaged sports car.

All were accessible to him.

But he hated you above all, Thorpe.

You were to be the last one left, therefore accused of all the other

murders.

And I almost succumbed to it.

Steve, what about the old man?

What about his death?

I think it was his own doing, Dano. In constant pain near death, he committed

suicide.

But he couldn't let it go at that. If he had to die, those he hated had to die

also.

So, he reached out with an icy hand from the grave and snatched them.