 the law. We bring you another of the thrilling stories in this exciting series taken from actual pulling case file. In 35 the town of Prentice, Texas seemed ripped from the shadow. I think I wore an envelope the way you women go on. Never mind now. I'm just being selfish that's all looking after the best husband in the state of Texas. There, comfortable. I guess you didn't know what you were getting into when you married this husband. I didn't though. I just snatched you away from all the other girls in town isn't that right Mrs. Percy? It certainly is. Plenty of girls in this town would like to fetch Molly child as king and look after him in this nice home. But I want to do more things for myself. Infantile paralysis is bad enough. And now we won't even mention it. You're doing lots of things for yourself. You're able to carry on with your work dear. Yes, thanks to you. But Rhea, I don't want you to wait on me so much. I want to wait on you like other men would. Now you walked up to the altar on a cane to marry me. I didn't marry you for better or for nurse. No, but you've got a good wife and a grand dirt all in one. On my 35th birthday, three years ago. Best birthday present I ever got. And more beautiful. Now darling, here's your book. Now forget about selling your cars and lending your money. You just relax and read while Mrs. Perkins shows me how to start this new sweater I'm going to knit for you. Goodness knows I ought to do something to pay for that grand dinner. I certainly enjoyed it. And you helped with the dishes. Perfect guess. Now Mrs. Perkins, how many stitches shall I cast on the needle? Well, let me see. Oh 60 ought to be about. What was that noise? What noise dear? There, you hear it? Sounds like somebody knocking on the house outside. Oh, I know. It's that wisteria vine. It thumps against the house every now and then. It's knocking for me. What do you mean, dear? It's knocking for me to get it tied up before spring really comes. The wind must be coming up, Rhea. Before we start on these stitches, may I have a glass of water twice? Well, let me get it. Moily, you sit right down now. Now I'll get it. And now, Mr. Child, I wouldn't. Yes, I will. Oh, Rhea, come here, please. My cane. Just as I was seeing a minute ago, I wanted to do more. Darling. Oh, Mr. Child, please. I want to wait on people once in a while. Dear, I wish he would. Oh, it'll do him good. Get his mind off himself. Be careful, Moily Darling. Oh, hot or cold, Mrs. Perkins. Cold, please. Okay. What on the city to go? His eyes are open. Yes, but there's still... Why didn't I come for that glass of water? Moily's feet. It's there on his neck. It's black. What are they doing in itself? She's in the next room, Sheriff, with Mrs. Perkins. Oh, you're in tragedy. Is this the way you found the body, Doctor? Yes, Sheriff. Sprawled out just like that. Right in front of the kitchen sink. I thought at first it was a stroke, and then I saw the blood on his neck. And you knew it was murder. No, at first I thought it might be suicide. Moily's been desponded, poor fellow. Infantile paralysis, you know. I know. But a man can't commit suicide and then hide the gun, can he? That's what I realized. And then I saw the glass broken in the window over the sink there. And that bullet hole was for the screen. So I called you, you. Murder at the casements. My man are outside looking for footprints now. I've sent a deputy over to Jeff Masters for his bloodhounds. Bloodhounds? Yeah. That killer's track should still be fresh. His bloodhounds at Jeff Masters work good on a night like this. Just enough dew on the ground. I've been along my best shots, too. Now, I will see Mrs. Child. I ask her some questions. Would you stay here, please? Very well, Sheriff. They are now rare. You didn't presume there. Mrs. Childs is a friend of Moily's as well as Sheriff. I want to solve this. Mary calling, Mary. I don't mind hearing it. I don't mind anything else. It's terrible, Sheriff. It's terrible. Mrs. Childs, for Moily's sake, we'll need your help. Poor Cripple. Who could have killed him? That's what we want to know. Had you noticed anything unusual about the house lately? Any tramps? Any suspicious characters? No. Yeah. There was a knocking outside the house. What, what time? Just before, just before Mrs. Child was killed. It was a very violent sleuth and knocks against the house, Sheriff. I think it was murder knocking out there in the dark. Now, Mrs. Child, who was here at the house today? Any visitors? Well, no, no. Just to have to lunch, someone came to see Moily about a second-hand car. It was Fred Mitchell. Fred Mitchell, huh? We'll check on him. Anybody else? This, this evening, right after I brought Moily home from the office, Jake Warren came. What do you want? I wouldn't like to say. You got to, Mrs. Child. Jake's a bad actor. Well, it was about money. Moily had loaned him some money and, and they had some words. And, and I had Jake Warren. Mrs. Child, you've got to talk now. What, what did Jake say? He, he said he wouldn't pay that interest on the money he owed. He, he, he said he'd kill Moily. What is that awful sound? Bloodhounds. They've got a fresh trail. If they follow the Jake Warren's house, we've got the murderer. Jake Warren. I'll come in here to he cell. He had a night in jail to think things over. Maybe he can remember something the morning after. What's the matter, Jake? Can't you sleep? No. Neither could you. Neither could you. Now, get that load off your mind. You told Moily Child that you'd kill him. Why did you kill him? Yes, I told him the matter. But I didn't kill him. I didn't do what I tell you. Stand still. You're walking that cell like a hyena. Moily Child was my friend. Fine friend you are threatening to kill a cripple. That's just my wish, sir. I'd buy him money from Moily's before. We had words often. But I always paid him. Interest in all. What's your handshaking like that for? It's the way I feel, Sheriff. I'm sorry for him. Sorry my last words with him was mean. I know it was sure. It sure looks bad for me. Jake, listen. You went back to Child's house last night after your argument, didn't you? Well, I go by there about nine o'clock. What for? To shoot him? No. I wouldn't tell a cripple. Well, then did you see anybody hanging around when you drove by? Did you see any cars parked near there? No. Well, look down the street I did. Yes. Yes, I saw a car. Looks suspicious, too. Lights out. An old Chevrolet touring car. What color? What year? Green, I think. Yes. Yes, green. The street light was shining on it. I could see a plane all right. An old Jalopy. That's what it was. About 1928 model. Notice anything peculiar about it? Well, now that you mention it. Yeah. Funny little thing. But I noticed when I drove by there was just one clean spot on the windshield. What do you mean, one clean spot? It looked like the windshield wiper had broken and could only make this little one a round spot clean. The street light shone through a plane. Green Chevy. With a bum windshield wiper. Maybe that'll hang somebody yet. Unless Jake hears the one. We checked all the others. Let's try this gas station. Hey, Pop. You seen an old green Chevy around lately with a windshield wiper that just cleans a little circle on the windshield? About a 1928 model. About a 1928 model, you think, sir? Yeah, Pop. I don't suppose you saw one like it lately. Oh, we sell them all on supercharged hop, skip, and go gas and relate to it. Yeah, sir, but I... Yeah, come to think about it. I do remember a Jalopy life that one that you mentioned. What? Know who drives it? Remember the driver? Oh, gosh, Sheriff. See so many of them. I just run a gas station, not a memory course. It's murder, Pop. Well, let me see. Let me think now. This here crate was run by a young fella. And I think he comes from around Cedar Way. Center. Yeah, center. That's right. Center. He was driving 90 miles or something. That's all you know about him? Yeah, and center is a pretty big haystack to look for an eagle in. Oh, everybody here in the center knows that puddle jumper. It belongs to Terry Bramlett. Who's Terry Bramlett? What's he look like? Oh, Terry's a nice young chap. He's a little kid, all right. He works at a gas station up the road here. Tall, brown hair, about 22. Good looking lad. Where's this gas station he works at? Yeah, he's just down to next traffic light, but say it's noon now, are you? Probably find Terry in Center. Pretty apt to see that car here's parked right along Main Street. It's a dead giveaway. I'll say it is. There's the car, Sheriff, in front of Henry's drug store. All right. Park right along the side and wait for him. Yep. Yep, it's a car, all right. There's that little clean circle on the windshield. Do you think a broken windshield wiper is going to break this case? Can't tell. Look, I think that's our young man, Emma Nell. Yeah. Call. Brown hair. Good looking. I got an idea, Jim. Take it easy. Hello, Terry. Oh, hello, Sheriff. Hello. Hello. So you know me, huh, Terry? Sure, everybody knows the Sheriff. Terry, I guess you know what I want to talk to you about. No, Sheriff. Is my car getting too old for the road? What was it doing in Prentice last night? It wasn't in Prentice last night. It was right here. You didn't lend it to anybody to drive to Prentice? No, sir. I never lent that car. It's an old family heirloom. Terry, where were you last night? Last night? Well, let's see here. I worked at the gas station till five, knocked off, picked up some shoes at the shoemakers, or they're on the corner. And then I stayed with a sick friend. Oh, Fred Manning? His former died lately. Fred's been sick. There's over a lemon road. Terry, do you know Mrs. Morley Child? I know. That is, I know of her. She's beautiful, isn't she, Terry? I don't know. Ever know Morley Child? No, sir, never saw him. Terry, do you have a .22 rifle? No, sir. No, sir. Get in, Terry. You get in the back seat, Jim. All right, Sheriff. Come here, Terry. Go on over there. Terry, do you know Mrs. Child here? No, sir. I never met her, Sheriff. Mrs. Child, do you know this young man, Terry Bramless? No, I never saw him before. You never telephoned him? No. There were 20 calls from this house in the past two weeks to the gas station where Terry works. How do you explain those calls, Mrs. Child? Well, possibly, Mr. Mortimer, do you fail? Terry, did Mr. Child call the place where you work? I couldn't say. I'm outside most of the time. Outside, eh? When you were outside, did you ever drive over to this house? No, sir. Then how did tire marks from your car get in the driveway? I don't know. Maybe somebody borrowed my car. But you said you never loaned your car. Well, uh, somebody might have... Why don't you talk to Jake Warren like this? He killed my husband. The way Jake's hand was shaken in jail this morning, he never could have hit a jugular vein with 22 through a screened window. Gee, that was terrible. Terry, why did you tell a cigar store man over in center that Mrs. Child is as homely as a mud hen? I never did. I never, Sheriff. I think she's beautiful. You do, eh? Yes. She's beautiful. She's the most beautiful woman I ever... Stop it! Stop it! Terry, I told you I was going to have you meet a beautiful woman, didn't I? Yes, sir. Is Mrs. Child beautiful enough for you to kill a man? I didn't kill anybody. You love her, don't you? Don't you? She's looking at you. Go on, tell her. You love her, don't you? Yes, I love her. He doesn't know what he's saying. You love her, Terry. And you wanted her husband out of the way, didn't you? I didn't kill him. I wasn't near the place last night. I told you where I was. What about it, Jim? You tell him where he was. Well, we checked up on your alibi, Terry. We're told yesterday, all right. You got your shoes at the shoemakers at five o'clock. But you didn't spend the night with that sick friend. I did. You told Fred Manning to tell you did. When this murder began to creep right up on him, he got scared. Oh, he lied. He lied. Why do you torture him? You tortured him, Mrs. Child. You loved him so much, you murdered for him. You murdered your crippled husband. You put him in that coffin in the next room, so you got him. No, no, no, Rhea. My darling Rhea. You're crazy, Sheriff. These nerds. Rhea. I can't even talk like that. Rhea, my darling. You fool. You fool. Let me out of here. Hold it there. Hold it. Hold it there. Now, Terry, sit down. Tell us about this. Tell us all about it. I'll tell the sheriff. The first night I met Rhea, Mrs. Child, I don't know what brought me down here from the center. It was less summer. It was Saturday night. Chocolate soda, all black. There you are. Thanks. Pretty good photos down here in Pente. As good as we have up in the center. Yeah, thanks. Fifteen cents. Right. Pretty nice girls here, too, eh? The one that just went out in the white dress and the white hat turned to look cute over, buddy. All right. Did you? I saw him in the mirror for a second. Why isn't she beautiful? Oh, you said it. That's Mrs. Mory Child. Rhea Child, the town bell. Best looking woman in part of Texas. She's the most beautiful woman I ever saw. Ah, not a chance, buddy. She's got a good husband with plenty of money. Mory Child, he's a cripple. But he's one white man, I'm telling you. There goes that telephone booth again. Must be the wrong number. Hello? Oh. You're our colleague. Hey, Ann. It's for you. What? For me. I don't know anyone in Pente. Sure. She said she wanted to talk to the chap at the soda counter in the blue coat in the grave family's life. That's you, ain't it? A girl calling? Sure. Go on, boy. This is one for the book. That's funny. I don't know anyone here. Uh, which one is it? That third booth. Hi. Hello? I just saw you in the drugstore. When I saw you, I knew I'd have to meet you. Yeah, sure. You're the most beautiful woman I ever saw. Oh, dear boy. Can anyone hear you? No one but you. Darling, can you meet me tonight right away? Yes, where? Up the street under this maple tree. I'll be waiting there. I'll be there. Now, listen. Don't leave. Hey, buddy, aren't you going to finish your soda? Be careful. I almost had to marry a blind date once. You did come to me. Sweetheart. Isn't this funny? I don't know who you are, but I love you. Come here in the shadows. Hold me. Hold me. Terry, what did you think of me that first night you saw me in the drugstore? Oh, yeah, darling. I've told you a hundred times already. Say it again. When I looked into your eyes just that instant, I knew you were the woman I'd been looking for. You were a young Greek god to me. I never thought I'd have those lips of yours that close to mine. They're yours, Terry. Take them. No. No, they're not mine. They're your husband's. Don't talk like that. I can't help it. I belonged to you, Terry, not to that cripple. He had infant tout paralysis when I married him, and I knew it. Why did I do it? I had along the street and watched him go by with you, limping with his cane. I can't stand it. I wish you were dead. Really? I knew. Let's wish him to die. Hold me again and let's wish it. He's a fool of drugs. He'll never wake up till morning. I feel clear here in the same house with him. It should be your house. It will be soon. Rhea. Yes, and you should have a new car, too. That old car. Didn't you like being out in the woods in it yesterday? Yes, but it's such an old thing. I've plenty of money, and I'll have more soon. Rhea, I don't want money. I want you. I long for you. I want you for always. What are you doing about it? Nothing. I could go right in there in the next room and kill him now for you. No. He's so drunk he'd never know what did it. Let me do it. No, Rhea, please. And why don't you kill him? Oh, baby, try it. Rhea, I will. I'll do it. I'll kill him. When? First chance I get. I'll get my rifle. Can you shoot well? Oh, it's a shooting gallery. For two years I can hit a dime with a 22. Oh, Paris. Rhea. Rhea, we belong to each other. I can't live without you. Here's what we'll do. I'll invite Mrs. Perkins to dinner so there'll be no suspicion tomorrow night. You stand outside. Hit the side of the house with the wisteria vine. When I hear it, I'll know you're there. I'll get him out to the kitchen when you're done. What did you do then, Terry? I got my rifle. I drove over last night. Parked my car down the street. Then I came, stood outside there in the dark. I looked in. I saw them sitting there. He was reading. They were knitting. I knocked with the wisteria vine. I waited by the kitchen window. Don't want people waiting on me all the time. Just a step to the kitchen anyway. Be careful, Morley Dolly. Well, how are you, Mrs. Perkins? Comfy. Okay. We're on the city to go. What is it? What's happening? Morley. He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. Since when are your reporters been drinking ice cream sodas? Since I've been on this Mrs. Child's Terry Bramlett murder trial. It's even got me. Is Yuri still out? Yeah. Elly's going to call me here if they come in. He'll get the flash into the paper. Boy, some trial. Yeah, some murder. Yeah, I'll talk to her. It's the third booth, Joe. Yeah, I'll get it. Let me go ahead. Hello? Elly? Yeah. Yuri in? Fine. Already? Yeah. Did you place the paper? Good. Well, what's the verdict? What? 25 years for Mrs. Child? What about Terry? 50 years for Terry Bramlett. Well, Larry, they got a long time to think it over. And when truth and justice rise in the name of the law.