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If by chance you happened
to be in the Windy City...

between May 28
and June 2 of this year,

you would have had
very good reason
to be terrified.

During this period, Chicago
was being stalked...

by a horror so frightening,
so fascinating,

that it ranks
with the great mysteries
of all times.

It's been the fictional
subject of novels, plays,
films, even an opera.

Now, here are
the true facts.

May 21. 3:00 a.m.

Across the state line
at Werner's Boom-Boom Room
in Milwaukee, Wisconsin,

Michele Shifman,
a dancer-- whatever-- had
just done her last number.

- I mean,
really her last number.
-

Hey! Grab that guy!

May 24. 11:30 p.m.

Three days later.
Milwaukee again.

Debbie Fielder:
22, 5 feet 9, weight 120.

Hobbies: breaking horses
and collecting bone china.

Debbie wanted to be
successful. She should have
settled for being alive.

-

May 25. 10:00 a.m.
Tony Vincenzo and I...

were debating my coverage
of the robbery at First
County Bank and Trust...

where thieves had escaped
with over $100,000.

- For reasons I have never
been able to understand,

Vincenzo has always
confused my reporter's
clever ingenuity...

with what he calls
high-handed lunacy.

I did not state
that I was a police officer.

No, but you acted like
the police commissioner.

- Well-Well--
- You commandeered
a private automobile.

- You had six people
under arrest.
- They were interfering.

Because of them, I missed
one of the biggest stories
of the year,

so I-I placed them
under citizen's arrest.

- That's my right.
- I have a few rights too.

And I plan
on exercising one
right now.

- Well, let me--
-

- Now, I--
- Last night--

Last night,
in one brief moment
of total madness,

you managed to tear
asunder the many ties...

that this news
service has built up
over a period of years...

with the police department
and Captain Warren,

who hates you by the way--
a lot.

Okay.
What's the bottom line?

The bottom line.

Miss Emily went on vacation
this morning.

- Good morning, Miss Emily.

Go play with your pimples.

- How's it goin'?
- Have you read these?

- Have you ever read
any of these letters?
- Sure, I have.

"Dear Emily. When a person
has been doing...

something rather personal
with another person,

"and she finds out the
same thing has been going
on with other persons,

"many of whom are
personal friends
or related,

what is a person to do?"

Sure, you get
a few screwballs.

- But, by and large, they're
mostly sincere people.
- Mmm.

They're just bewildered,
confused. That's all.

Now, Carl, all they want
are some simple,
honest answers--

homespun, grassroots.

Homespun, grassroots,
huh? You mean,
don't go for a Pulitzer.

- Right.
- Right.

Now, answer every letter
with a return envelope.

Look, this is
only for a week, Carl,
until Emily gets back.

Sure.

"Dear Emily:
The three dumbest things
in the world...

are you, your column
and your paper.

"I am overwhelmed by
the accumulated dumbness.

P.S. Do you know
of a cure for acne?
A friend of mine has it."

Hang in there.

Miss Emily.

- Let it all hang out,
"Uptight."
- Updyke!

- Certainly.
- Oh!

"Dear Emily,
Since I last wrote you,

"the man across from me
at the south end of
Wilton Park has come back.

"He is up to his old tricks,
prowling around nights
in that foolish costume,

"looking right through me
with his x-ray eyes.

Can he kill me with
his eyes, or will they
only make me sterile?"

- Kolchak! Where do you
think you're going?
- I'm goin' out!

I can't stand it.
I'm goin' to see
what's around the Loop.

What's happening around here
is the "Miss Emily" column,
not anything on the Loop.

Kolchak! Come back here!

May 26. Laramie Street.
3:55 a.m. Chicago.

Miss Laura Maresco:
age 24, a masseuse.

She was fond of
stuffed animals and had
been given one as a gift...

by an exceptionally
satisfied customer.

She was anxious to get
home and find a place
for it in her bedroom.

Code 5. All cars respond.

Homicide suspect
on building at intersection
of Laramie and Pulaski.

Detain
all matching description.

Code 5. Code 5.

- All cars respond.

Hey! Where do you think
you're goin'? You can't
drive over the sidewalk!

Get more light
on that rooftop!

Where's Bolton?
We need a marksman
with a scope!

Unit 3! Unit 3!
Cover the back alley!

- Grab him! Grab him!
- Get his legs!

Get a rope! Get a rope!
Watch that arm!

- Get him by the legs!
- Give it to me!

May 28. 1:00 a.m.

They had the Ripper
trapped, treed and
cornered, but he got away.

And later,
no one could agree
on what they saw.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah?

Well? Nothin'.

Nothin'.
It's just-just sheer mud.

What'd I do wrong?

That pocket
strobe light you got
won't reach over 20 feet,

so you just got
a lot of headlights.

Some nice shots
of the back of his head.

Yeah, well,
send me up the prints
when they're dry, will you?

- You want these?
- Would I ask?

- Anything you say.
-

Carl?

I think you've missed
the tone of "Dear Emily."

These answers
are a little terse,
almost cynical.

Like this one, for instance.
"Dear Exhausted, You have
an x-rated boyfriend.

Tell him to clean up
his act or get booked
in another house."

Come on.
That's just not Emily.

- What do you think
you're doing?
-

"Late last night,
the brutal murder
of Laura Maresco, 24"--

That's not your assignment.
That's somebody else's
assignment.

You are Miss Emily.
Miss Emily, remember?

Who'd you assign it to?
- Updyke.

- You didn't! You wouldn't!
- Yes, I did,
and it's his assignment.

You could learn an awful lot
from Ron Updyke.

- He was financial editor
for five years.
- Financial adviser, huh?

Yeah. Mortgages, interest
rates, soybean futures.

- What has that got to do
with the news?
-

It was horrible.
Horrible.

Have you got any background
on the murdered girl, Ron?

She's dead.
Throat cut.

Her head was nearly severed
from her body.

Did you get that
from the coroner's report?

I got it from a reporter
from the Herald.

He actually saw the body.

Hesaw the body.

Well, what did you do, Ron?

Well, I went to where
she was... murdered.

- It was--
- Horrible?

Exactly. May I go home?

- Go home, Ron.
- Thank you.

Yeah.

Horrible.

And that's about all
we have in the way of
positive information...

on the homicide
at this time.

In the meantime,
a description of the suspect
is being circulated,

and we expect to have
more information
in 48 hours.

- Uh. Question. Question.
- Good day, gentlemen.

- Question. Question.
- Take your hat off.

Can you explain
how the suspect jumped...

from the top
of a four-story building
and survived?

There are a number of
possible explanations.

The fall might have been
broken by something.

He might have dropped
from a lower floor,
fire escape.

Might have, but didn't.
I know. I was there.
I saw it.

I also saw him make
scrap metal out of one
of your patrol cars.

Don't you worry
about our patrol cars.

As I think Mr. Vincenzo
explained to you, you're not
the police commissioner.

I've given you all
I have on the subject.
Thank you, gentlemen.

I'm no gentleman.
What about the letter?
When can I publish it?

When it comes
out of analysis,
you'll be the first to know.

- What letter?
- A letter from the Ripper.

If it's from the Ripper,
how come you've got it?

Because it's evidence,
Mr. Kolchak. Evidence.

Well, if it's from the
Ripper, it's also news,
Mr. Warren. News.

Captain Warren.
Take your hat off.

What-What makes it
so special, Captain?

I mean, every newspaper in
town's been getting Ripper
letters from these kooks.

This may shock you,
Mr. Kolchak,

but we withheld from
the press certain things...

the Ripper did to
Miss Laura Maresco's body.

Now, the letter
that Miss Plumm received...

describes in detail
what those things were.

- Do you grasp
the implication?
- Well--

Now, Miss Plumm's newspaper
has agreed to withhold
the letter...

in the interest
of responsible journalism.

May I ask the same
consideration from you all?

Jane Plumm is fat.

She talks a lot
about water retention,
big bones,

but I have to believe
the six or eight meals
a day...

with snacks in-between
to keep up her strength
has a lot to do with it.

And Plumm
is a reporter however.

We have mutual respect,
mutual trust.

I don't trust you, Kolchak.

You'd double-cross your own
fairy godmother for a story.

Why, Jane, how can you
say a thing like that?

Now, you know me
better than that.

Tell me. Tell me,
what was in the letter?

What have you got to trade?

How about a sack
of "Dear Emily" letters...

sodden with the tears
of humanity?

Great reference material.
Four novels in it
at the very least.

I'll have
a tongue sandwich--
triple-decker--

a side of fries,
macaroni salad,

a root beer float--
two scoops--

and a piece of pecan pie.

Chili.

My editor wants me
to come up with a series
of features on the murders,

but I can't come up
with an angle.

You know the sort
of junk we print--
lurid, sensational.

- Got any ideas?
- Yeah. Lots of 'em.

- Well?
- Well?

Okay.

Besides what Warren said,
the letter also had a P.S.--
a rhyme.

"And now a pretty girl
will die so Jack
can have his kidney pie."

- I don't get it.
- The murderer cut out
her kidneys.

Just like
the original Ripper.

There have been a lot
of these mutilation murders
all over the world.

- It's a contagious
psychosis.
- Oh, Jane.

That's my theory,
and I've checked it out
with a few psychiatrists.

There's a definite pattern
to the killings.

- They seem to
come in bunches.
- Hookers?

Mostly. Some semipros.

There was an Italian who
specialized in flower girls.

- Mm-hmm.
- Dismembered five of them.

Okay. I got a great headline
for you.

"Cannibalism!"

Cannibalism.

- Oh! I love it.
- Mm-hmm.

Thanks, Kolchak.

May 29. 11:00 p.m.
The Loop.

Chicago's answer to
Times Square. Miles of
neon, crowds, excitement...

and the usual
big-city tourist traps.

And that night,
a very unusual tourist.

You can have the
hot oil rub with or without
the vibrator and sauna.

There's also the regular
massage with talcum.

If you'll wait in the room
on the right,

I'll be right with you.

Cheryl? Watch the desk.
I got a customer.

He's weird.
He's weird.

Press.

Ron Updyke.
Independent News Service.

How tall was he?
- Press. Pardon me.

Press.

Can you describe
what the man was wearing?

Press.

Hmm.

Oh! Excuse me.

Oh. Oh.

Where's the men's room?

Where do you think
you're goin'?

Carl Kolchak, I.N.S.
Remember?

- You got a man
there already.
- No, no. That's a mistake.

- No. He handles want ads.
- I got orders.

- Look. Captain Warren and I
may have had our little--
- Move along. Move along.

- It-It says--
-

- All right, all right,
all right!

Hey, wh-what happened?

I was doin' about 30.
A man runs out
into the street.

- I hit him.
- In a cape yet.

Where is he?

- Tell him.
- He walked away.

- Walked away?
- You're right.
Nobody'd believe it.

Yeah, you're right.
Nobody would believe it.

Carl. Your friend Jane--
Jane Plumm.

- Yeah?
- That's a feature lead?

"The Ripper Murders:
A Psychopathic Cannibal?"

Hey, that's very good.
She was looking
for a good angle.

It's a shame that Updyke--
or Uptight-- couldn't come
up with as good a story.

She offered to meet
the Ripper and guarantee
his safety, on his terms.

No kidding?

Well, if I were him,
I'd meet her anyplace
but a restaurant.

What are you reading?
What are you reading there?

Nothing. It's just--
It's a-- It's a, uh--

"Ripper Murderers
Throughout the Ages."

"While most Ripper
murderers...

"were insanely courageous
at their execution,

New York Ripper
Eugene Lang went into
a frenzy and escaped."

How many times do I
have to tell you, Kolchak?
This is not your story.

Why do you behave
like a four-year-old?

- I know it's not my story.
- Then what are you doing
with this rot?

- Helping Updyke.
- He doesn't need any help.
He's not helpless.

No. I-I'm doing research
for him.

Let him do his own research.

- He can't.
He's a "bibliophiliac."
- Huh?

He's, uh, persona non grata
down at the library.

- He's what?
- Yeah. Yeah.

You see, he takes books out.

He's got half the books
in the library out,
and they're all overdue.

As a matter of fact,
they've got a warrant out
for his arrest.

Well, that's not like Ron.

Oh, I know, I know.
I was terribly disturbed
about it when I heard.

I don't know.
It must be some kind
of a deep-seated illness,

a compulsion of sorts,
I guess.

Bibliophiliac.

- Biblio--
- Yeah.

Well, whatever Updyke is
suffering from, what about
the "Miss Emily" letters?

- They're all taken care of.
- Are they?

Oh, sure. Yeah.
That's the only reason that
I had time to help Ron.

You see, Tony,
what I've been trying
to do here in the office...

is establish a kind of
an atmosphere of friendly
relationships-- a rapport.

Lord knows,
life is hard enough...

without all of
that quibbling
and nasty arguing.

Well,
I know mine certainly is.

- Mmm.
- Well, I'm glad to hear it.

- Anything you can do
to further that end--
- I'm glad you understand.

- Where are you going?
- Uh, furthering that end.

I'm going down to the,
uh, periodicals room
of the main library...

to look up a few articles
for, uh, Ron.

I'll, uh--
I'll see you around.

You think you get
screwball letters
in the Dear Emilys?

I am personally
interviewing guys
who claim to be the Ripper.

I'm up to number 19.

You are being
very foolish, Jane.
You are being dumb, Plumm.

It's worth it.
I get a feature byline,

and I get to meet
some interesting guys.

- Yeah?
- Weird, but interesting.

That rag of yours--
how can they let you
take chances like this?

You're liable
to get yourself killed.

Ah, you sweetheart.

- You're worried about me.
- Yeah, I'm worried
about you.

Don't be.

- What are you gonna do,
kill him with jelly beans?
-

This would stop
a love-crazed moose
in his tracks,

so it should be enough
to stop Jack.

Put that thing away,
will you?

There's no chance.
All these guys operate
exactly the same way--

almost as if they were
the same man.

That'd make him older
than your suit,
and that is saying a lot.

- I'm serious.
- That'd make him over
130 years old.

- Right.
- Wrong. It's a simple
contagious psychosis.

- Have I told
you about my theory?
- Yeah. Yeah, Jane.

Yeah, you've told me
all about your theory.
Now you listen to mine.

Now, they-they caught
a Ripper in Germany--

one of many--
and they tried to hang him.

They had a little trouble
with the rope.

However-- Here, let me
show you some pictures.

Here. I got-- Here.

- See? See? Right there.
- What? Where?

On his throat. Right there.
Can't you see it? Look.
Right there.

- It's a rope burn.
- Could be a rope burn.

- Yeah.
- Could also be a carbuncle.

Okay.

Each one of these Rippers
has killed five women.
Correct? Hmm?

Even you yourself said...

that your Italian
"flower girl" Ripper
killed five, hmm?

- So?
- So our Chicago Ripper
has got two victims left.

If his pattern follows,
he's gonna get both
of them tonight.

Not before I get my story.
I'm interviewing three
potential Rippers tonight.

And besides, he's not
gonna kill anybody.
He promised.

Oh, he promised.
Oh, that's great.
That's-- That's just great.

No, it's true.
He sent me another poem--

same thing that was written
on the massage parlor
mirror.

"Jack is resting,
be reborn, to finish up
on Wednesday morn."

Jane, listen to me.
Don't get involved in this.

Now, he wrote
the same thing in London,

and then
he struck the night before
in exactly the same place.

Yeah, Kolchak, but that was
the real Jack the Ripper.

- Well, uh-- Uh--

Excuse me. I, uh--
I'll take, uh--

Uh, yeah, number seven.

- Do you have that?
- Yeah,
it's my lucky number.

This way, please.

- Are you a tennis player?
- Uh, what?
No. No, why?

Because your shoes
are so funny.

- I run a lot.
- Ah, I see.

Uh-- Miss, uh--

- Wh-Wh-What's your name?
Susan? Susan.
- Susan.

Listen, Susan, I didn't--
I didn't really come here
for a massage.

- You didn't?
- No.

See, I think something is
gonna happen here tonight.

It could happen
right here in this room.

And you wanna be here
with your camera
recorder.

That's right.
Now, if there's
someplace that I could wait.

Hide.
I wouldn't disturb anybody.

- Where you could watch.
- That's right.

- Oh, no, no. Don't get--
Don't get the wrong idea.

Please.
My name is Carl Kolchak.

- Hello, Carl.
- Hi, Susan.

I'm Officer Cortazzo,
and you're under arrest.

- Phil!
- What?

Shame on you, Kolchak.

Now, wait.

Lewd proposal. He wanted
to watch me with someone.

Wait a minute.
Phil, come on.
You know me.

I always thought
you were straight, Kolchak.

- Well, I am str--
I am straight.
-

- Huh.
These are his too, Phil.
- Look--

- Is Warren gonna love this.
- Wait. Phil, now,
wait a minute.

Would I be caught dead in a
place like this if I weren't
here under assignment?

Now-- Look-Look--
Now, wait a minute.

This is all a mistake.
Will you let me
put my shoes on?

Please. Will you please
let me-- There's glass
all over the joint here!

Look-Look-- Wait.
Where-Where's Phil?
Where's Phil?

Phil knows I'm innocent.
I don't like to watch girls.

- You don't like to watch girls?
- No, I don't-- No, and I'm
not that way either.

- Wait a minute. Wait.
- Get 'im outta here.

Now, wait! Listen, fellas.
Can I tell you something?
This is all a mistake.

June 2. 1:20 a.m.

Warren's plan was to
get me out of the way, and
it seemed to be working.

I lucked out,
and five minutes later...

I was back in the middle
of the action,

just in time to watch
Chicago's elite
TAC squad...

trying to pin
down one man--
without any success.

-

- There he is up there.
-

Look out! Look out!
He's comin' down!

- Look out!
- Watch out! Watch out!

Watch out! Stay away
from the hot fence!

I hope you found
our accommodations
to your liking.

- Terrific.
- Thank you for your
patience, Captain.

- My film.
You exposed my film.
- We open all containers.

- I had pictures of the Ripper.
- You can take some more
at his arraignment.

Arraignment?
Do you think this is
a run-of-the-mill kook...

you can go out and arrest?

- Yes, I do.
- You do.
Well, you're wrong.

You can't, you won't,
and you'll never be able to.

Oh, boy.
- No, no.
Wait a minute, Tony.

This guy just doesn't
thinkhe's the Ripper.
He isthe Ripper.

Have you ever heard
of Jack the Ripper?

Let me see if I understand
you. Are you saying
that our Ripper...

is the same man who killed
those seven women in London
in the 1880s?

1888 to be precise.
And it was five--
always five women.

He killed five women
in and around the Place
Pigalle in Paris...

in the summer of 1888.

Yeah. As a matter of fact,

he has killed, mutilated
and maimed over 70 women
during the past 80 years...

in 25 major cities from
Vladivostok to Milwaukee.

I'd better
tell Doc Harris to stand by.

I think we got a nut
that needs certifying.

For once be a cop
instead of an ostrich!

They tried
to hang him in Germany,
and they couldn't.

On August 14, in 1904,

a crack-shot, 12-man
Athenian firing squad...

tried three times
to execute him
and couldn't.

Okay.

Okay, let's
just take Chicago,
for example, right?

Now, he has killed
three women.

He has jumped off
of a four-story building
and survived.

He has been hit
by an automobile
going 30 miles an hour.

And he has taken on
your crack TAC squad...

in a tooth-and-nail
confrontation.

Now, do you mean to tell me
you're just gonna
sit there...

and tell me that this is
just an ordinary guy you can
go out and arrest?

I can safely say that,
Kolchak.

Well, then you're sitting
on your brains!

Your superman is upstairs
on the maximum-security
floor.

I wanna see that prisoner.

Kolchak,
he's in maximum security.

You know what maximum
security means? Nobody
goes in. Nobody goes out.

That prisoner--
he just broke out
of maximum security!

Uh-huh! Huh? Uh-huh! Sure.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.

Yeah. Yeah, operator,
I'm still holding.

Thanks. Jane's paper
hasn't heard from her
since this morning.

- Talk to this guy
when he gets on, will you?
- About what?

About the electric chair.
Find out when it
first went into use.

You were a reporter.
Dig. Go on, dig.

- Oh, Bob? Captain Warren.
- You still here?
You must like it.

Maybe you should spend
a night in the slammer.

It's a wild goose chase
if you try to shoot
that guy.

We did it once.
We can do it again.

You did it once,
and he smashed down
a steel door.

- How'd he do that?
- He had an accomplice
on the outside.

He had an accomplice
on the outside?
What's happening?

Will you shut up
a minute! Not you.
There's somebody else here.

I talked to one of the guys
on the TAC squad.

It's that fence--
the electrified fence.
That's what stopped him.

- What'd you find out? What?
- 1908.

Think. In 1908,
in New York City,
they caught a Ripper.

- I don't have time for this.
- No. You gotta-- You better
make time for it.

Because that's one thing
that he's got plenty of.

And if you
don't stop him now,
he's gonna go on forever.

You're an absurd man,
Kolchak.

Listen, it's electricity.
Don't you understand?

That's the only thing he was
scared of in New York City
in 1908. Do you know why?

Because he was scared
of the electric chair.
That's why.

The rest of those guys
went to their deaths
with smiles on their face.

Hello, Mrs. Plumm?
This is Carl Kolchak.
Is Jane there?

Well, I'm worried
about her too. Where is she?
You have any idea?

Uh-huh. Yeah.
Belmont Harbor.
The fire department p--

Get-Get a piece of paper.
Excuse me.
Not you, Mrs. Plumm.

Yeah. The fire department
pier on the Chicago River.
Yeah.

And Wilton Park.
Thank you very much.
Thank you, Mrs. Plumm. Bye.

- And Wilton Park.
- Wilton Park!

Kolchak? Kolchak!

You got change
for a quarter?

Is that you, Jack?

What in the world
are you looking for?

Nothing.
I'm looking for nothing.

Mr. Vincenzo took them
away from you.

- Took what away?
- What you're looking for.

- What?
- The "Dear Emily" letters.

- What'd he do with them?
- I'm not gonna tell you.

- Uptight.
- Updyke.

If you think
that you were sickened
by the murder of that girl,

just imagine-- just think
how sickened you're gonna be
at your own murder!

- Don't touch me!
Don't you dare touch me!
- What--

-

- Oh. Mr. Vincenzo.

The only
elevator is out again.
- Yes, terrible.

- Mr. Vincenzo,
it's almost 10:00.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Maybe you've forgotten--
my Ripper feature.

The one I put on your desk--
the one you said you'd read.

I read it, Updyke.
I read it.

If it's to go out over the wire
for the morning editions,
it'll have to go out by 10:00.

10:00. Yeah, yeah.
What? Oh, yeah, sure. 10:00.

I thought I'd put it
on the Teletype as is.
It has been proofed.

It's gonna need
more than proofing, Ron.

- Has Kolchak come back?
- Uh-- I didn't tell him.

- What do you think
you're doing, Carl?

What does it look like
I'm doing, playing jacks?

- It's on blue paper.
- What's on blue paper?

- A "Dear Emily" letter,
postmarked about the eighth.
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- It's almost 10:00.
I have to send it.
- Go ahead, Ron.

The eighth? You mean
there are letters there...

that have gone unanswered
since the eighth?

- Sloppy. Sloppy.
- Ron, hold it.
Wait a minute.

What about this letter?
What's so important
about it.

A woman wrote a letter
to "Dear Emily"...

complaining about her
neighbor who had x-ray eyes.

She lives in Wilton Park.
Wilton Park!

Will you get off
your upholstered seat
and help me!

Mr. Vincenzo,
what's wrong with my story?

It reads like an exposé
of the massage parlors, Ron.

That's my angle--
what really goes on
inside a massage parlor.

The excessive sensuality,
the suggestive costumes.

- Blue. Blue!
- They have mirrors
in the ceilings.

- No. As a matter of fact,
they're antique gold.
- The paper. Blue paper.

- What about the murders?
- Frankly, there's not too
much to say about them.

No one even cares
to discuss it,
and I can certainly see why.

That's it! That's the one!
Leave everything just
the way it is.

I'll come back
and clean it up.

-What do you think about it?
-Weren't you on your way
to the john, Updyke?

-
What do you want?

Miss Aganweiler?
My name's Carl Kolchak.

I'm with the Independent
News Service. I'm here about
your "Miss Emily" letter.

- Uh, oh, yes. Go to
the end of the walk.
- What?

- The end of the walk.
- The end of the walk?

Come on up.
I'm number four.

Turn right
at the top of the stairs.

Miss Aganweiler,
here's your letter.

- Show me some I.D.
- I.D.

Uh-huh. I.D.
Carl Kolchak. See?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Well, it's really more than
I expected from the paper.

- Yeah.
- I read that column
all the time.

- Uh-huh?
- Over here.

Oh, yes. What a charming
apartment you have.

Yes. Is this all you do
for Miss Emily?

- Do?
- Well, you know,
check on weirdos.

Well--

There's his house,
right over there.

- Old "X-ray eyes" himself.
- Uh-huh.

Never goes out
in the daytime.

- Only goes out at night.
- Ah.

Yes, indeed.

- Was he out tonight?
- Yes, he-he was.

Uh,

9:22.

I've got him clocked
for the whole month.

Yeah, I see you have.
I see you have indeed.

- Mean anything?
- Yeah. Certain of these
names and dates in here...

coincide with some rather...
unusual events.

Uh, what happened tonight?

Well, he met this girl,
right down below there
in the park.

- What'd she look like?
- Fat.

- Fat?
- Sort of fat.

Thank you very much.

-

And here's the postscript.

When they drained that
pond, they found nothing--

nothing
but some old clothes.

For some reason, the
police suddenly decided...

they wanted those--
and my head.

I don't know how Vincenzo
will handle the charges...

of arson and malicious
mischief...

lodged against me
by Captain Warren,

but that fire was
a big one-- a six-alarmer.

A blast furnace couldn't
have done a better job.

Everything gone--
the house, my story,
the evidence.

Like they say,
ashes to ashes.

One thing survived
the inferno however.

There's enough of it left
to read the name
of the maker.

Peele's Footwear,
London, Southwest 1.

They're still there, of
course, but they don't make
this style shoe anymore.

It was discontinued
over 70 years ago.

Seventy... years... ago.

How could you explain it?

Who could explain it?

Who'd believe it?

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