 Mr. District Attorney, Champion of the People, Defender of Truth, Guardian of our Fundamental Rights to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. You have no idea how these old fornagraph records take me back, Mr. St. Charles. Look, he's Darden Mellor, remember? You select whatever you want to hear, Mrs. Post. The other club members will enjoy it, I know. Now, honestly, I don't know when I've enjoyed myself so. Oh, this is the two black girls, my, my... You do like it here, then. I mean at the devotion club. Like it? Why, Mrs. St. Charles? Harry, please. Oh, thank you. Do I enjoy it? I think what you're doing here is simply wonderful. I hope so. People our age, people in this flesh of life, you might say, have a difficult time making you friends. We don't hear. I'll say that. I'm glad you feel that way. You especially, Laura. The moment you came into my office, I... Is something wrong? Oh, I'm sorry, but that man seems to be begging to you. There, that one near the door. Oh. Oh, yes, I... I see. You know him. He doesn't look like one of the members. What? Will you excuse me, my dear? I'll see what he wants. Oh, don't worry about me, Harry. I'll pick up the records before the members stop around. You know, I'm glad to see me, Harry. Nick, Nick, my boy. Oh, don't we shake hands, Harry? Back when we were cellmates, I thought we got to be pretty good friends. You can't stay here. Look, my boy... What do you mean, cat? I've quite a time looking you up, pal. Yeah, you got quite a lay out here. What's the gift? Look, I'll give you my address. I have a house. No kidding. We can talk later on, but please, Nick. The devotion club, huh? What do you do? Get a lot of old dames in here and take them? Don't say that. Really, you must go, Nick. Go! Come off it, pal. We're buddies, remember? Cooping the same hatch back in stone. Yes, I know, my boy. But go while your flubs drug, Harry. I'm going to stay. I picked that information request out of the file chief, the one from St. Louis. Oh, which one was that, Harry? A young punk named Oliver. Oh. Nick Oliver. Oh, I saw that when it came through. He was released from prison out there, wasn't he? That's right, Miss Miller. And from looking at his record, he's on his way back. All right, Louis, thanks for your care in town. That's the tip they got, chief. But a bum like him, even when he's released, it pays to keep an eye on him. Well, what is his record? I didn't read all the reports. Well, little Nick is quite a boy, it seems like. He's got an arrest record as long as you're on. And there's a charge against him now? Well, they want to talk to him about a little accident, chief. It seems the day he got out of palace, he's turned up with a hole in his head. What? That's right, and it turns out the dead guy ratted on Nick in the first place. It was his testimony to send him up. Somebody didn't pick him up? No, it happened in a little town outside of St. Louis, chief. By the time the local boys notified the city, Nick was on his way. And they think he's here? Yeah, he looked that way. I've been doing a little checking up on him this morning. Oh, any luck? No, it's a little early, chief. They're sending us his prison record, personnel report, all that. He's got some pals in town, chances are he'll look them up. Well, let's hope so. The St. Louis authorities have helped us a great deal in the past. I'd like to return the papers. Oh, I'll find them, chief. Buns like that always go in a pattern. How do you mean? Well, that's one way you find a guy, Miss Miller. You study his habits. Find out what kind of bars he hung around in. What kind of people? Uh-huh. Get around on him. You know, what kind of dames he goes for. Whether he likes sports, drives a car, clothes, anything. Yeah, the personnel report should contain most of that. Yeah, and as soon as we know what kind of a guy he is, we pass the word along to places where he might show up. And then wait for a tip. Tip help? Isn't it strange criminals are so willing to turn each other in? Well, it really isn't strange, Miss Miller. It's part of a criminal nature. Fear, that's right. And when he turns the pal in, he feels safer for a little while. You'd think they'd realize that someday they all get caught. Yes, they do. That's the basis of the fear. And think this man Harrington's trying to find. And Nick Oliver? Yes. Wherever he is right now, he's afraid. And why? Because he knows that sooner or later we'll get him. Oh, my dear, I didn't realize you were here in my office. I thought it better to wait in here, Harry. I'm delighted. Have you been waiting long? There isn't much here to amuse you, I'm afraid. It's quite all right. I was reading an article in this week's colliers. Oh. It's most entertaining about Mr. District Attorney. You know, the radio program. I'll have to read it. Sit down, my dear. No, thank you. You seem so, so formal, Laura. Is anything wrong? Yes, Harry. A great deal. I don't understand. I thought the dance last night was most enjoyable. Who is that man, Harry? A man? I think you're abating me. I mean Mr. Oliver. Nick? Well, he's an old friend, Laura. I told you then. He's been here a week, Harry. Have you any idea how much the club has changed in that short time? Changed in what way? What happens? Are you blind? Do you realize that man encouraged the member to gamble, yes, and to drink? Now, Laura. Oh, you mean to put your arm around me, Harry? I'm disgusted. I looked myself to about it last night. Now, Laura, listen to me. Perhaps you're right. Perhaps. When that nice Mrs. Webster lost $43 playing dice. As I say, Nick is impetuous. I shouldn't have permitted him to stay. Oh, he's a very bad young man, in spite of that smile of his. I tell you, Harry, this has changed my opinion of everything. Including us? Well, to tell you the truth, I haven't made up my mind. There's something wrong here, Harry. Laura, my dear, wait. No, I'm going home now. I've had my thing. Home before the dance tonight? I won't be at the dance, Harry. I'm not sure I shall return here at all. Well, for money, I mean, you decided to do so much. I have my doubts about that, too. Goodbye, Harry. Harry, do you think it's... Oh, sorry. It's quite all right, Mr. Oliver. I was just leaving. The lover, wait. Thank you, no. Goodbye. Huh. I said, hey, old bear. You fool. You bungering idiotic. Oh, no, I'm wrong. I'm the fool, not you. The trouble, pal. She looked pretty stained up. I was crazy to let you stay crazy. I'll wait back on that again. I told you, Harry. Ain't got much joy. I was getting along so well. Yeah? Well, now you're doing even better. And you can stop yacking about getting rid of me, Harry. What do I tell these old crows where you and me met? Dice-tables liquor in the punch-sake-downs. In Heaven's name, what are you trying to pull? Oh, I need plenty, pal. This is good. As good as any joint they get itself. But I don't operate that way. I told you I play it slow. Well, that's too bad. I play it fast. What was the name? What? The name in the uproar just now. It was Mrs. Post. Not a post. Well, if you can take it. Wait a minute. Is that the one? The one what? The name you were building up for the big one. Sure it was. I remember the name. She has $20,000 in convertible bonds. She's got what I've worked on her for three months personally. And now it's all for nothing. She was going to kick in $20,000? She was, even if I had to marry her. Where'd she go? I imagine so. She's washed up though. You and your quick scheme scared her off. Where'd she live? Harry, I never mind. I'll get her for my members. You stay away from her. Do you think you could change her mind? You? Change her? Your wife, she pulled out. It's a wash-up, I tell you. You know, you town boys give me a pain. $20,000 and you quit like a spoiled kid. I know when a score is cold, Nick. Yeah, well, I know when it's hot. $20,000, Harry, my boy. That's $20,000. I don't know where you're going. Calling. But you, I mean, I'm calling on Mrs. Post. Oh, come in, Harrington. Yeah. I didn't want to bust in. But all right. I just thought I'd bring you up to date on Nick Oliver. Oh, the one they want in St. Louis? That's my boy. Oh, I got a pile of dope on him. Brother, he's something. Yeah. Yeah, he started out when he was 13 years old. He stuck up a gas station and when the attendant was slow with the money, little Nick hit him with a hammer. No. Yeah, that's only the beginning, Miss Miller. The bum's record runs six full pages. Any out of your worries now? No, not yet, Chief, but I got a good lead. Yes, what is it? Well, a punk that looks like him. It's town about a week ago. A man by bus from over the state line. Do you think it's Nick? Well, maybe, but I know it is, Miss Miller. When a rip and tear man like that arrives, a lot of guys know about it. Yeah, and fast. Remarkably fast, usually. That's the grapevine, Chief. And today they're saying there's a baby-faced guy like Nick in town. I'm coming. Yes? Just a moment. Now, turn on the porch light. No need for that. I could see OK. Now, see here, just put the... Oh, you... I gotta talk to you, Miss. Oh, it's about something that happened at the club. The devotion club? Uh-huh. I don't want to hear about it. Let's sit down. How about in here? Just sit here. I said I don't want to discuss anything. Well, that's getting ready for dinner. Oh, this is important, Mrs. Pauls. It's for your own good. For my own good? Whatever do you mean? You and Harry? I beg your pardon? I told you it was important. Go on. Sit right down and relax. Come to the point, please. Ah, fair enough. Uh... Harry tells me you've got 20,000 bucks laying around. What do you want, Mr. Oliver, isn't it? Nick's enough. And I want to tip you off, Mrs. Pauls. It's just a friendly gesture. I think perhaps you'd better leave. I'm playing straight with you. You take the bill and put it in a big, strong bank. You understand? I'm sorry. I think all this is, well, to say the least, Mr. Oliver, none of your concern. I'm not sure how to convince. Look, will you promise me one thing? Hardly. Yeah. Well, first thing in the morning, take the dough and put it in a bank. I never heard of anything like this in my life. Is that too much to ask? Put it in a bank? Very well. Suppose I promise you. Now will you go? Be more definite. You'll put it in tomorrow. Yes, yes. Now will you please leave my house? Ha, ha. That's funny. And Harry said I wasn't smooth. That's a laugh. Oh, what do you mean? Kid, you just told me the one thing I wanted to know. What? I had to be sure that dough's here, didn't I? I'll get it up. Get it done? Come on. Come on. It's not waste time. What are you keeping? Look, get off of me. You're the reason I'm a busy man, baby. Get the dough. Why? Don't believe it. I just don't. Look, I got all the time to fool around. If I have to, I'll get this joint upside down. Yeah, I may have to take a few breaths with you. I get smart when you just hand it over. Nice to meet you. I'm doing nothing of the kind. Don't look so greedy at the fox. You'll reach for that, and I'll break your little arm. What did you realize what you're doing? Do you? Yeah, I do. But you don't. I'm getting sour, sister. That ain't good, you know. I said I hadn't got the money here. You're lying, you teeth. You just said so. I'll get it up first. Mr. Oliver, listen to me. Never mind the rotating. I got one of my own. You what? How many rooms did it stop? Eight? Nine. I'm performing an hour. You wouldn't stand. If I have to look for the tracks, that is. And you know something, baby? I just can't do a good job with you around, Bob. I don't understand. Oh, it's simple. Either you hand over the dough like a good kid, or I'll kid it. Kill me. You hide after. If I have to search for it. You've got a gun. Oh, that's the flesh of the wings. Okay. Make up your mind. Oh, please. Where's the dough? I don't know. Oh, I'll be okay. You shut up. Don't make it tough on yourself, sister. Yeah, and on me, too. Now, I gotta tell this joint apart. Oh, there's enough reporters out in that yard to cover a world's series. Well, I don't wonder, Harrington. Mrs. Post was very prominent in this city. We're about ready to add up, Harrington. Yeah. Has Dr. Colton finished? Yes, just about, Chief. He fixes the time of death between 9 and 11 last night. That's right. Shot once at about two feet away. What about the doors and windows? The ropey check? Let's finish, Chief. Every one of them closed and locked from the inside. How about inventory, Miss Millie? Well, I've been trying to get somewhere on that. Her nearest relative is a sister, but she lives in Chicago. Well, perhaps one of the neighbors might have made what's missing for her. All right. You know what, Chief? There's one thing I don't like about this. Yeah, what's that? Well, when the grocery kid discovered something was wrong this morning and called a patrolman. Yeah. It looked like a nice, neat case of robbery. I mean, everything's just like we've seen him any time before. The house all ransacked and the dame dead. Yes, yes, that's the impression of me. She's probably a resistant. The burglar got panicky and shocked. Except for one thing. What's that? Just look around, Miss Miller. There's her purse with ten bucks still in it. There's a gold lighter on the table. Upstairs is a hunk of jewelry on her dresser. Yes, yes, I saw that, too. Take a look at that purse, Miss Miller. All right. This was a burglar. The guy sure passed up a lot of nice items. Oh, it is a trend. Clearly, if he were frightened after he shot, he might have run out. I see. Yes. There's something odd. In her purse? Yes. Miss has called for long to be devotion club limited. Whatever that is. Here's a membership card. The devotion card. Uh-huh. Are you kidding? Do you know anything about it, Harry? Oh, sure I do. Well, maybe not that particular outfit. But I've heard that name. Mm-hmm. It's one of those agencies that helps people meet other people. Really? Yeah, most of them are on the up and up, but sometimes they're not. Uh, it's a trend. A woman like Mrs. Post should belong to one. Uh, put the card in your pocket, Harry, and we may have to check that club. I can drop around and ask a few questions. Yes, do that. No need to arouse suspicion, however. Put a little gray on your temples, and you can drop it on there as a prospective member of the Saints' Chief. Well, let's hope the whole case is the same. And as you'll call Dr. Colgan, Miss Meadow will get the work. I hope I've made everything clear, Mr. Harrison. Yeah, that's right, Mr. St. Charles. You see, we don't take just anyone into our membership here. Only those we know to be sincere. Oh, I'm not sincere, all right. I've been wanting to meet people for a long time. I see. You dance, do you? Oh, shit, a little. Back home, I never had much time for it. And that was where, did you say? Oh, I had a cattle ranch out west. Did you indeed? Yeah, I had 7,000 heads at one time. Then when I made my pile, well, I just quit. Well, that was sensible, Mr. Harrison. We all worked too hard on this life. We're ourselves out. You can say that again. From now on, Mr. St. Charles, I'm just going to spend my money and enjoy myself. I don't blame you. Well, could I get into your little club here, do you think? Well, ordinarily, Mr. Harrison, I interview a candidate a number of times before we accept it. Oh, yes, sure. Then as I explained, we make every effort to see that you meet people of your own age and interests. So it's me. And you know, sir, you suit us. I don't. You do. We'll discuss with the interviews, Mr. Harrison. You can meet the members tonight. Everything the neighbors mentioned, Chief. You know, not one thing's been taken from this house. Well, it's difficult to understand, Miss. Unless, of course, Mrs. Post kept a great deal of money someplace here on the premises. The neighbors would hardly know if it were missing or not. Well, Mr. Mike, I've got a doggy back at the office trying to get through to her in Chicago. Yes, that'll help. And Brad Harrington will have some luck, too. Is he still out? I guess so. He hasn't called back. He was going off that club to see what he could find. The door. Yes. It's the mailman, I think. Do you want me to see? Yes. What do you... Okay. Oh, thank you. I was right, Chief. Here's a magazine and one letter. Oh. It's the postmarked in Chicago. A woman's handwriting, too, Chief. Probably from a sister. Yeah, I'll look at it. Of course. I don't think I'll open it, Miss Miller. Under the circumstances, I can take the responsibility. Oh, Chief, anything to help. I'll keep going on this inventory. Right. Well, I'll be... Hey, Miss Miller. Yeah? This letter is remarkable. It may be just what we need. Well, Chief, the guys are phony from a way back. I could smell it all over them. This Mr. St. Charles, you mean? Yeah, yeah, Miss Miller. Flick as a whistle. Even if he's got nothing to do with Mrs. Post, we'd better break up that joint of his on General Perrington. Yes, we have more reason than that to break it up, Harrington. Yes. Miss Miller and I had quite a day, too. Oh, anything look good. Oh, yes. Plenty. You're attending this dance at the club tonight, you said? That's right. Start at nine. Well, all right, you be there then. And if you can, get St. Charles into his office. And here's what we're going to do. Sorry, I'm busy. Nick, I thought I told you to stay away from him. Can an old pal drop in and say goodbye, Harry? I don't want anything to do with you. Enough. You con boys operate funny. We don't get mixed up in a murder. Oh, you heard about that, huh? I read the papers. Funny, I was even thinking of giving you part of the stash. You know, just for old time's sake. You mean you got the money? All of it? I'm leaving, ain't I? If you answered that with the papers, then nothing was taken. You read too much, Harry, just like back in a cell block. I had no idea. Well, sit down, Nick. No need to rush. Oh, you kill me, you know. Now you're interested all of a sudden. No, no, I'm not, Nick. I'll give you my word. No kidding. Look, I took in a new member today. He's loaded, Nick. Big cattle man from out west. Well, take him, why don't you? I intend to. Only you can help me, my boy. Think of it. We'll take him together. You'll take the old dames, though, you mean. No, thanks, Harry. I'm shivering all of a sudden. My mind is like some innocent child. Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Harrison. I'm busy just now. Mr. Harrison. I just won't take long. Come right in, Lord. I told you I'm very busy. Thank you. Hello, Harry. What a lover. What's the matter, you fellas? Looks like you've seen a ghost. I think they're surprised to see me. They don't see. What? Hey, I gotta get out of here. No, no, no. Stick around, sonny. You interest me. You know, I could swear I've seen your face before like on the St. Louis police posters. What's going on here? Don't you remember? You came to my house last night. No. No, I didn't. Laura, I can't believe it. The paper said you were dead. Perhaps. Do you think so, Nick? Look at me. No. Don't come near me. Please don't. Nick, listen to me. She's dead, I tell you. Really, Nick? Look again. Closer. No. No. Harry, don't let her come near me. Mr. Harrison, please take her out of here. Do you remember now, Nick, last night? You're dead, I tell you. I was there. I saw you die. This is what I'm waiting to hear, pal. All right, back up, both of you. This is a very touchy gun. Mr. Harrison. The name is Harrington, pal. Just stand still. Okay, Chief. Better stand back, ma'am. Thank you, Mr. Harrington. I do feel a little faint. We all set him here, Harrington. Perfect, Chief. I just spilled the whole story. Nick, yeah, and a little added touch, Chief. This is our St. Louis boy. Oh. That's kind of pale right now. Oh, Chief, the members are all waiting downstairs. Yes, we'll get on and explain things to them in just a moment, ma'am. Right. Are you all right, Mrs. Rogers? Yes, sir. Mrs. Rogers? What do you mean? Hey, look, I don't get it. We were very fortunate, gentlemen. I think you knew Mrs. Post had a sister in Chicago. She said, well, this is Mrs. Post's sister. What you didn't know, however, is that she happens to be a twin, an identical twin. For you to the worldwide facilities of the United States Armed Forces Radio Service.