 Yes, this is the place. You'll be sure and wait for me now, won't you? Sure. I'll wait. Oh, no road. This house hasn't been occupied for 13 years and yet there's a telephone in it. Can you tell me who had it installed? I wouldn't have that information, madam. I could connect you with a night supervisor, but you'd have to wait until the business office opens in the morning. I'm sorry. All of them are in improvements. You might have cleaned the place up a bit. Next to him, Mr. Barkdale sat next to me. Uncle John, mother, Marjorie, Uncle Dick, Aunt Joan, Uncle Wayne. Mr. Barkdale. He says he drove a youngster out there about 30 minutes ago. I'm not interested. When you hear the tone of the gong, it will be exactly 12 o'clock and six split seconds. The sap deserved it. I'd but make it snappy. All right. 13th guest never got there. That was 13 years ago. We find a dame murdered and she's sitting at the table in the 13th chair. She was sitting in the 13th chair. You dumb flatfoot. Who told you where to start counting? Well, go back and count the girl's chair first and let me know how you come out and give my love to Aunt Sarah. Time will be 12 o'clock and six split seconds. I'm tracing that. Nope, on the corner. You've been trying light sockets? You can trace that call. Get a list of all the guests and all the telephone calls after midnight. Harder, can't you, sweetheart? Oh, so that's why he's on the force. You don't suppose because you... I just think it's funny. I'm glad you invited me down. And, um, my sister. All right, boys, I won't keep you... Either of you know a man named Barkdale. We both do. He was my father's lawyer. Is he still handling the estate? Yes. Why? We'll ask the questions if you don't mind, son. Wasn't your father's quite unusual? He provided for my mother, for Marie and me, and left the bulk of the estate to the 13th guest. Who's that? We don't know. The 13th guest never arrived. Screwy? No. Except that we always suppose that he'd come forward or be named when we became a maid. Well, what'll that be? Well... You suppose that might have had something to do with it? Marie was 21 yesterday. What? Yes. Barkdale called the other day and told you... Oh, I'm not interested in that. Well, I am. All right, be interested. Wait a minute. Where are you going? Out. I'll see you later. What are your father gave? Beside my father. She always sat there. Which side? Well, one is right. Show me your diagram of that table. Name the people in the seating arrangement, and if any of them have died since, make a note of it. Have you kept in touch with the family? When we couldn't avoid it. The address isn't legal with the captain here. Thanks. Do you remember how we sat that night? Yes, I think so. Were you there? Well, I was visiting there. We were just kids then, but it isn't easy to forget a thing like that dinner party. I suppose not. I've got a hunch I'll be thinking about it for some time myself. Well, let us hear about that much to it, except that Boxdale called her a few days ago and gave us some instructions. Something she was supposed to do on her 21st birthday. And you don't remember what they were? I know. She wouldn't tell me. And where's supposed to find the answer? Well, I'm going to send them some. To the next office and give them some paper and pencils. And send Carter in. Yes, sir. You boys better stick around. We might want you. That's too bad, son. And what do you mean? Nothing much. You mean they might go after me? And what? I don't think I care if they did. Well, we would. Get a murder. Well, in that case, I'll be careful. You've been very considerate today. That's all right, son. Order by one John Boxdale. In my hands on this guy. Also a man answering to Boxdale's description registered at the Sound Hotel last night, about 9.30, under the name of Perry. And at 1.22, put in a call to Douglas in 9.68. Then checked out of his hotel and he did me after. Now, he hasn't been home since, and he hasn't shown up in his office yet. And these folks are beginning to worry. Well, now, isn't that too bad? Tell them they can see him on visitors. Take this up out of them. The Daily Herald files. Let's send it out at once. Okay. Anything else for me, sir? No, but stick around. Calling all cars. Stand by for a description of one John Boxdale. Wanted for questioning on the Morgan murder case. Last seen on Long Island driving a packet touring. License unknown. Description. Fifty years. Six feet. Gray hair. What did it sound like, William? It sounded like a car. And the devil in there. You don't think so? She sat in that night. And now, unless we do something. Don't let me alone. Do you want me to spend you? She said yes, and she said yes. Hey, this is the nightmare. Where'd you pick? The police station. Yes, hon. Baby, you're still on your way to the police station. I've got some things I want to ask her about. You can't arrest me. Oh, can't I? That's what they all say. Maybe it's all a mistake. And maybe you can explain everything. And I'll bet you won't say a word until you see your lawyer. Well, what can this mean? That was Marie Morgan. I think she is. What about the other day? But the other girl had several small scars around her face. Didn't you notice them? Yes, but I don't. Certainly. No kid that age is going to have her face lifted. She hadn't had her face lifted. She'd had it completely made over. Her and substitute the other girl, huh? Who planned to kill her? Boxdale was in on it, but she may have been. Who killed the gentleman? I was only trying to call my brother. Why, my dear child, what does it mean of all this? Why, I'll have to send back that cutaway I ordered for your funeral. You wear those to weddings, not funerals. This is Uncle Adams, the worst old reprobate who ever lived. My dear, you're covering quite a lot of territory. How do you do, Mr. Winston? I'm delighted. How do you do? If you give him a drink, I think he may keep still. What'll it be, scotch and soda? Sprinted things. Easy on the soda. If you want my opinion, it's Uncle Adams who's been committing all the murders. All the murders? Mr. Boxdale was murdered today in the old house. Boxdale? My word. Not that I ever liked the old devil, you understand, but murders. What's the meaning of it, Mr. Winston? You're investigating the case I suppose? Unofficially. I'm a friend of Captain Ryan. Yes, yes, of course, I've heard of you. Have you? No, but he has a laugh for you. Really? Well, let's have it. You're next. What? To Winston's theory, you're next on the list. Unless, of course, you've been doing the murders yourself. Really, Marie? You've always had the most peculiar sense of humor. You certainly startled me. Did I? Mr. Visconti, Mr. Visconti and Visconti. How do you do? How do you do? If you'll explain your reasons. Well, for heaven's sake, I thought you were dead. Disappointed? Well, why be a hypocrite? You know I've always hated your module. If you say that word again, I'll disobey you. What a loss. Is this for private use only? I suppose you're Winston. At your service. I may take you up on that. If this is another one of your jokes, Marie, I must say it's in bad taste. I've been simply prostrated all day. I'll bet you have. Bridge always tires mother. Marjorie. Hi, Aunt Marie. Oh, my dear. They tried to... I think you are. What does it mean, sis? They made us go down and look at that other girl. Who thought it was you? Did you cry? To tell you the truth, honey, we... both went home and got potted. That's just as good family here. He says one of them is the murderer. I'm getting odds on Uncle Adams. Uncle Adams? He's too lazy to commit a murder. But tell me, darling, what happened to you? I'll tell you later. Just one big happy family. Well, hello, Thor. Who was that blonde I saw you with the other night? There was no blonde and you know it. Who was it? Dear Marjorie. Your soul must look like the inside of a vinegar bottle. My job is a good idea. I wish I had thought of it myself. What's that? Killing all for family. It must be some poor soul that had the misfortune to dine with us when we were all together. I think you're right. Someone who dined with you 13 years ago. Really? The night that John read that stupid will. And then died. Well, Mercy, don't ogle me. I didn't kill him. No one killed him as far as we know. Does anyone here know the present whereabouts of Wayne Seymour? The last time I saw him, I got an impression that he was going to spend the rest of his days at number nine, Yokohama. I see you know you're Yokohama, Mr. Winston. I've traveled a bit. With the exception of Wayne Seymour, you people were the only guests at that dinner who are still alive. Well, and we're dead from the leg up. Speak to yourself, John. I'll speak if you don't mind. Go ahead, but a few snappy jokes injected here and there would make a world of difference. You see, we're accustomed to public speaking. Well, I'm afraid this isn't a joking matter. It looks as if someone is determined to kill every person who attended that dinner 13 years ago. They've already killed two people. Yes, a girl mistaken for Miss Morgan and John Barksdale. Mr. Barksdale. Very much so. And in both cases, the bodies were found in the chairs occupied by that person at the dinner. And as Captain Ryan so elegantly describes it, the murderer intends to line the table with sticks. Oh, how vulgar. Well, thank goodness I was under the table most of the time. Yes, pinching me. Oh, I was a cute youngster. Always full of fun. Someday I'll look at your baby pictures, but just now we're discussing murder. Which automatically makes one think of the marjorie. Speak for yourself, John. Shall we go on with this or just turn it into a family reunion? Well, why not have a blindfold test? It wouldn't matter which one you picked. We'd all cut each other's throats for a dime. Give me please headquarters. Detective Bureau, Captain Brown's office. Well, it isn't every day you get a chance to see a mastermind at work. Hello. Who's there speaking? Oh, well, this is Winston. Send the wagon to my apartment and issue three Jane Doe warrants. Material witnesses in the Morgan case. Right. Really, you're quite amusing, Mr. Winston. Thank you. You like the matron in the city jail too. She's one of the Philadelphia Smiths. Perhaps by this time you're beginning to see that I mean business. Now then, you want to stop trying to be clever or do you want to spend the night in jail? Do the men have separate wards from the women? I think you settle it then, young lady. Night in jail may make you people see that murder isn't amusing. Right, so is murder. Why you can't do this? Wait and see. I'll break you for this. The governor is a personal. And I happen to know that he's a little funny when it comes to murder. He doesn't like it. Don't be a lot of fools. He doesn't intend to send this. This is what I see. Good evening, Sergeant. Good evening, sir. Yes, all sides. Take these people down and lock them up. This Morgan saw her lawyer today and I don't think she enjoyed it. You'll be sorry for this. Good night, Winnie dear. I set down seven of the upper crust for you. Will you send somebody in and see if they're all there? Yes, sir. What are you trying to do, red mate? Do you want each one of them? No. Sleep in the county jail. He commits another murder. But he wasn't here to turn off the switch and bring the body in here. That stitches it. And you saw them. Which are the most likely? They're the most likely to commit murder just for the fun of it. And her mother killed anything that stood in her way. But I think it stands between the two uncles. Adams is a smooth and old devil as I've ever seen. But Thornton's deep. You know, the big businessman who'd stop at nothing. Love with the girl and her brother seems genuinely fond of her. She said someone shot at her in the dark. She ran upstairs and hit. And by the way, she heard that same cry that grump heard. She said she came back down, was about to beat it out the front door and the car and motorcycle drive up. Said by that time she didn't know where to turn. And when she came in here and saw her double sitting cold and stiff at the table, she did go nuts. Got scared of the police as well as the rest. Hit in the cellar and then stole the car. She hid out all the next day. Thought better of it and was on her way to the station when they picked her up. It was a slip of paper that she got much sense of course unless it's a safe combination. What was it? What we put a close watch on them and see who comes down here. Curious and come down to see if she's had another killing. Then we'd keep this last one quiet. We'd get killed every day. How'd you like our city jail? Accusing your brother, prejudice in the police department against little girls who go around stealing police cars. The numbers on that slip of paper. What numbers? 13, 13, 13. Don't tell him I told you. All right, you keep off. Have luncheon with me. It'll be more comfortable than standing out here. How'd you know I should fall on you? Have you ever been to the zoo? Sure. Did you see the elephants? Yeah. Well, that's how I know. Huh? Hey, you're not very bright. But you may come in handy. I'm about to go calling. Would you like to come along? I've got to go wherever you go. Is that a theme song or just your quaint way of saying things? Oh, well, I... You'd better ride with me. You know I'm getting a pain in the neck from looking back at you. Just for looking at you may give me a pain in the neck. That's the house all day. But some dame just came up in a limousine with grump. In a limousine with her. What? I see you're a heavenly... operated on the young lady who was killed. I only saw your notice in the paper this morning. Yeah, we didn't know until last night that the wrong girl had been killed. When did you operate on her? Several months ago. Three years a matter of fact. She and her brother came to wallet. She said he was her brother. What name did he give? Morgan. Morgan? May I take Dr. Sherwood over to Mrs. Morgan's apartment? Okay. You could identify the brother, couldn't you? Certainly. He came to me twice. Fine. Let's go. Goodbye, Captain Brown. Why aren't you down at the old house? Well, I'm rather tired of being there so much. View a picture of your friend Jensen around? Yes, I think so. But look here, Mr. Winston. Marie is going down to the old house to meet you. What? Didn't you call her? Well, no. You didn't call her? No, I tell you. What's it all about? I just got in. She left us. No, no. Don't get in the panning. Just get the officer to drive you to the Douglas employee station and wait for me there. I'll beat it. No one's been here. You come with me. I may need... Isn't she there? No. That's a swell species of skunk. Come on. Tell me. What are you... Did you call her and tell her to meet me here? Don't tell us the rest. Who was in on this with you? No, I don't know who killed him. I swelled on him. No, I didn't sense. I go to all the trouble to impersonate someone and then kill the impersonator. Jensen tried to kill Miss Morgan, but somebody else killed the girl thinking it was Miss Morgan. Jensen knew the difference. There have been two different factions working in this against each other. Why? Because I don't think your sister is going to be alive when we find her. We're going to give you an exclusive demonstration. Those are securities for her. How disgusting. I hope it isn't you as steel. Don't worry. It isn't. I left the securities there, of course, but this letter was on top and I thought to protect your fortune because of the family, it is almost certain to reveal them to you in their true light so that you will not make the same mistake I made when I married into it. Bless you, my dear, and may they have killed each other off by the time you receive this, your father. It's sad, but it's also darn good advice. What? They're not to marry into a screwy family. I'm interested. When you hear the tone of the gong, it will be exactly 12 o'clock in six split seconds.