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The little David that slew a dozen Goliaths because he's a private citizen with a crusade against crime. Angel, you can't possibly know what a surprise this really is. Why? What do you know that I don't know? Well, I was Lieutenant Barclay's guest at the Grand Jury hearing on the Suderman case. Yeah. I've already had my surprise, Mr. Fenwick, yesterday. And so, members of the Grand Jury, as your special investigator, I must report that there is no case against Mr. Suderman. No case whatsoever. No case? No case? Did you hear what that guy said? Yeah. I'm asleep. Maybe I'm asleep when I'm dreaming it, or my ears are ploughed. No. That's what he said, all right, but keep your head on, Lieutenant Barclay. It's only a state tax evasion case. Well, what else are you going to get a guy like Suderman on? You can't prove anything else? You're mixed up with everything in town, but you can't prove it, can you? I tell you, Valentine, if I didn't know better, I'd say old iron jaw had finally been reached. And weak? Hey, hey, young Mr. D.A., you worked with Fenwick on this. How do you like it? I don't. Hello, Barclay. Hi. Well, maybe you can't reach an investigator, but you can't reach a witness, eh? What are you talking about? Molina Atkins? Oh, sure, that accountant wife of the past four months. Oh, yes. Well, we hoped it'd pan out better. Her stuff did kind of blow up in our faces, but that's the way it goes sometimes. Yeah. Well, you did a great job. It hadn't been for Fenwick. Barclay, Fenwick did exactly what I would have done. He had to make that report. On the evidence we found, Eric Suderman was just not guilty, if that's all. On the evidence? Yeah. After Fenwick's report, you can bet the grand jury will drop this like a hot potato. Now, what's the matter, gentlemen? Did you bet on the wrong team? Congratulations, Suderman. Well, I knew I wasn't guilty. I could have told you. Now, listen, Suderman. Sorry I can't buy you a drink, but I have my own celebrating to do. Now, for heaven's sake, don't look so surprised. Toughest crime investigator in the state says I'm innocent. Well, I am. That's all. It's, uh, oh, you know what's that word. Oh, it's justice. That's all. That was yesterday, Angel. Only yesterday. Well, come on. What are we waiting for? This is today. Mr. Ballantyne, that Suderman report was the most disappointing one I've ever had to make. Yeah, I can imagine. But Mr. Fenwick, if the evidence didn't warrant anything else, what could you do? Yes, of course. Nothing, of course. Say, look, Mr. Fenwick, you seem to be beating yourself over the head with this Suderman business. Is that why you came to me? Oh, no, no. Of course not. No, not at all. Uh-huh. No, it's something else. Something altogether different. Yes, um, this morning, I tried to get in touch with an old friend of mine out of town, a man who's been ill for some time, um, Mr. Atkins. Atkins? Yes, the father of the recent prosecution witness, Malina Atkins. Go on. Well, I called Mr. Atkins this morning, an old dear friend, mind you, and he sent word by his housekeeper he wouldn't speak to me. Oh. Well, I suggested driving up, thought perhaps his illness was worse, quite frail, you know, but he just doesn't care to see me. Yeah. Well, that's all there is. I want you to find out what's wrong. Driving, you should make it up there by midnight. Uh-huh. You can't reach an investigator, but sometimes you can reach a witness. What's that? Well, in the Suderman case, you staked everything on Malina Atkins' testimony. But at the last minute, her evidence blew up, didn't it? Well, it's not healthy to give evidence against Suderman, Joe. That's what I mean, Angel. It's dangerous. And when a girl has a father to think about, too... Oh, she tried as hard as she could. Oh, she'd been forced to withhold something, threatened, maybe. Or her father. Isn't there some way you could see the girl here in town? Ask her what's wrong with her father. I've, uh... Yes, I've seen Malina. She's upset and tired, naturally. Yeah, naturally. Yes. Anyway, she cares too much for me and not to reveal any other reason for upset. What do you mean? Oh, I've said so much. I may as well complete the confession. It's my hope that Malina Atkins will shortly accept me as her husband. What? Yes. You mean... You mean you and... Well, what's the matter, Miss Brooks? Do you think it impossible for a man of my years to be viewed with affection by a daughter? No, no. No, excuse me. It's... Well, I guess it's just my turn to be surprised at all. Congratulations. Well, excuse me, but you called it a confession. Because I've kept it a secret. Because, uh... I was afraid of what might happen to Miss Atkins. Oh, I see. Yes. Oh, what difference does it make? Go find out what's the matter with Atkins. If it's just as bad teeth that make Atkins so sour, well, then you get a cigar, Valentine. A whole carload of cigars. I said Mr. Atkins is dead. He's what? Oh, I'm sorry you drove all the way up here and didn't nobody is since this evening. Well, there's so many of his friends to tell about it. I don't know what to do, but I was there. I was there and I saw it. A stroke, I tell you, he had a stroke. Mr. Atkins died this evening with a stroke. Now, look, look. You're his housekeeper. I know how difficult it is. But I've got to know what happened, all of it. I'm sorry. It's just all those people tramping in and out, but never making any noise. It's so quiet when people die. My mother had a stroke. Well, his daughter was here this afternoon, Mr. Valentine. Molina? Yes, she was nervous and upset. It just made me mad because I knew he'd be upset too. No better than an invalid he was. Molina was upset about what? Do you know? No, something she didn't want to talk about to him. But then a man came here to see her. She tried to keep her father from even knowing that man was here, but the man pushed right into his room and their voices were raised, but I couldn't hear anything and the man laughed and then he went out. Who was this man? What did he look like? Oh, I was in the kitchen. I don't know. Fine. What else? Well, a little while later, Molina left too. She'd been crying. And Molina looked frightened, didn't she? Yes, but I was just mad. All that upset. And when I went into Mr. Atkins' room, he wouldn't tell me anything. He'd just lay there in his bed like a ghost. It was half an hour later, Mr. Valentine. I heard his slippers on the floor. He's never supposed to be out of bed. And when I got to him, he was trying to climb the hall stairway. He was mumbling. He had to reach the telephone. He had to call somebody named Weeraker. Weeraker? Benwick? Yeah, that's him. The same man he was worried about not seeing the day before. And I argued with him. He tried to push me away, but... Well, anyway, it was then that he... Right there on the stairway. Yes, yes, all right. Now I understand. Well, Angel, I guess we can report to Mr. Fenwick now. But I don't think it's going to win me any cigars. His lights are on, George. He must still be awake, but he's almost gone. Well, good evening. Yes, but I'd say it's good morning, wouldn't you? Oh, Valentine, isn't it? Yeah, that's right, Mr. Suderman. This is Miss Brooks. Mr... Well, how do you do? Nice morning for a stroll. Yeah, sure. And you always do your strolling in front of Mr. Fenwick's house? That thing behind me is not a Doberman pinch I'm walking. All right, we can go into the house now, Mr. Suderman. A policeman? George, what are you... All right, get him in here, Peters. Suderman, we've been looking for you for the past hour. Well, Valentine... Just skip the formalities, Barkley. Where's Mr. Fenwick? Or is he... No, he's not dead. That's what you mean. Fenwick's a little too tough to kill, isn't he, Suderman? I was awakened from a sound sleep. I have no idea what you're talking about. And furthermore, Lieutenant... Oh, sure, sure. Alibi, alibi, alibi. Barkley, we've been out of town all night, so come on, let's have it. Oh, tell them, Peters. Go on, you tell them. Yeah, sure, Lieutenant. And listen carefully, Mr. Suderman. After the lecture, we always have a question period. I'm willing to be instructed. Well, I'm on the 7th Street beach, see downtown. Checking doors and nightlights. You know how it is. When I see this guy wrapped around a telephone pole. On foot, I mean. Well, I can see it at glance. He's drunk, so I poke him to send him home. And gosh, I see it's Mr. Fenwick. What? Oh, now wait a second. I know, I know, Miss. All I enjoy never took a drink in his life. But when I recover myself to get him in a taxi and down to the hospital, I find somebody's port at least one drink down him to cover the stuff. Stuff? Dope, Mr. Valentine. Some kind of a drug. A doc says enough to kill all five men. But he's saved by the stomach pump, see? Thank you, Peters. Mr. Fenwick is resting quietly in his own bedroom. And pretty soon, maybe he can even talk. But now in the meantime, Mr. Suderman. You have no right to question me. I can explain where I've been all evening. Is that so? All right, suppose you... But I don't need to say anything. I don't need to talk to you until such a time. Hey, Clark, come here. What are you... Now listen to me. Never mind that word for a minute. What? I said, listen, will you... Mr. Fenwick hated Suderman. Well, that's why I've got him here. Suderman was cleared, remember? Oh, well, so what? He's got a grudge on the old man. And the old man maybe has the works on him now. At least Molina Atkins does. I figure she was being pressured through her father. But now that he's dead, she's free to talk. Atkins, father, say something in English, will you? Sure, sure, I'll say something in English. Let's get to Molina Atkins as fast as we can. Well, it wasn't fast enough, was it? No. Not by a good many hours, I'd say. Lying there since last night. So that's Molina. Witness for the grand jury rests. Rest for good. From a blow on the back of her head. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. The outside of your car has to go through all kinds of weather. Hot sun, fog, rain, and sometimes snow. But look what the inside of your car's engine is up against. Every time you turn off the ignition, internal engine parts are exposed to drops of acid laden moisture, which results in rust, the cause of 80% of engine wear. But here's the sure way to stop this high-cost rust. Use RPM motor oil. It's a premium quality motor oil that's compounded to keep a rust-preventive film on internal parts at all times. 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You see, old iron jaw himself was picked up downtown, drugged, and Molina Atkins is dead. Yeah, that was it all right. Her head smacked the corner of the table there. But the broken lamp on the floor. No, the technical boys say it was the table. Somebody must have socked it with a lamp, Angel. Just stood there and socked it. She fell, hit the table, and that was it. What did the janitor say? He listened to the radio all last night. But he did fix a fuse in the basement at nine o'clock. Fuse? Well, breaking the lamp might blow a fuse. Okay, okay. So we say she was killed at nine o'clock. But did anybody see anybody? No. Was there a party elsewhere in the apartment house so people might be wandering around? Seeing anybody? No, no, no. Are there any... Yeah, I get the general idea, Lieutenant. Nobody saw anything. Where was your little friend Suderman around nine o'clock? Outgiving birth to an alibi? 8.30 to 9.30. Oh, how convenient. The rackets he runs, the payoffs he gets, he's always covered. The whole family of alibis he has, but now are not one of them that we... No. No, no, wait a minute. You know, we have got one thing on him. What's that? DA's office is working on this case, too. They proved he was up at Molina's father's yesterday. Wait a minute. That makes him the man the housekeeper told us about. The man who paid a visit to upset everybody and make them scared. Yes. So at least we know Suderman was in touch with Molina. He was threatening or intimidating or... Oh, right, all right. We know there's more evidence than the tax evasion keys. Everybody knows that. It's murder, I want solved. Only who can tell us anything? Old man Atkins decides to tell Fenwick something and dies of a stroke. Maybe Fenwick is found out by then and he gets drugged. And the little girl in the middle of the whole thing, she got to... No, I'll get it. Yeah, Barkley speaking. What? Lieutenant, what is it? Sergeant. Sergeant, you know what's going to happen to you, don't you? All right then, all right then, why didn't... Yes. Yes, we'll see you later. Okay, okay, spill it. The next sergeant who should be nameless is on duty at Fenwick's house. When? He posts a guard in the hallway, but none outside while Fenwick sleeps quietly in the room. A room downstairs, a room alone. Come on, get to it, will you? Yeah, I'll get to it. Like somebody got to old iron jaw. The windows open. They got him out of there. He's gone, you hear me? The last guy who knows anything, he's disappeared. Right out from under our noses. Even took Fenwick's own car to get him away without being noticed. Well, be of good cheer, Lieutenant. Maybe we'll find something in his room. Oh, sure, an arrow, maybe. Pointing at the villain, yeah. A tough man with a conscience. We could use a few more like him. Instead of one less. To think of it, only known in time, he could have... Wait a minute. Look out, Barkley! What's going on? What's going on down there? Come on, come on, it's only an accident. Keep going, all that guy, you're blocking traffic. Oh, George, look at that car! It's Fenwick. All right, easy does it, boys. Lift him, easy. We're still alive, George. Yeah, but I don't know how, aren't you? His car must have rolled over a couple of times coming down the bank. All right, under the stretcher. There we go. All right, I'll meet you, Doc. I'll meet you out there. Old iron jaw is indestructible, isn't he? Yeah. Only stretcher road. Car sails over a bank. No reason. One occupant in car, Fenwick. Run, Fenwick. Run until dead. Oh, no. Old iron jaw just felt good tonight. He just sneaked out for a little pleasure. By himself. Well, that's what Sotomayor wants to think. Just an accident. Skid, maybe. Why, you couldn't go over that bank unless a lot of extra effort was made. Uh-huh. Well, this time, I've got a head start on the maternity department. What do you mean? Well, both other times, the crimes were committed hours before we got there. Well, this time, there's only been about 15 minutes for my little friend to prepare the delivery of his next alibi. Come on, let's find Suriman. Let go of me, will you? I'm not touching you. The rulebook says I can't. I want to just keep walking up there to the door, Suriman. Oh. He's back at his house again, huh? Mm-hmm. I told you Fenwick's too tough to kill. The doctor didn't want to move him any further than this. He's, uh, that is, I suppose he's able to talk? I don't know. You don't get an answer to that. Come on, get inside. No. Huh? What do you gentlemen want to ask me? We want to tell you that everybody else is being eliminated. I mean, everybody who could conceivably have a grudge against Fenwick or against Molina Atkins. Not to mention that there's nobody who could have a grudge against both of them and the same night. Well? Well. Point one, Fenwick cleared you of tax evasion because of insufficient evidence. But there were certain evidence not given, check. Oh. Oh, you hardly expect me. Okay, point two. Molina Atkins had that evidence, but was afraid to give it. Only it looks like last night old iron jaw found out what it was all about too. No comment. Hmm. Mr. Suderman, if you can suggest any other conceivable reason for the girl being killed last night and for not one attempt, but two attempts to be made on Fenwick's life. What did he say? What did he say? Oh, now you're getting it? No, no, no, I don't mean that, but although I do have a right to... Wait a minute. That's for me. I have an alibi, you know? Never mind. I'll get the door. George, what is this? Mr. Fenwick is asleep and the doctor's leaving, but the noise is... Well, look who's here. Come in, young Mr. D.A. Hello, Barkley. Hello. Mr. Suderman. I guess your alibi can wait a little longer. Now that we've got a representative of the D.A.'s office present, suppose you just... Barkley. I'm his latest alibi. Uh... You. The whole office is. I know. I'm sorry, but we all are. I hurried out to let you know. We dropped Suderman off at his hotel just a second or two before you got him, I guess. You... The D.A.'s... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. He was down there at our place at the same time Fenwick's car must have spilled over the hill. Suderman, why didn't you say so? Why, I was... You wanted to find out what we knew, didn't you? You've got a perfect alibi for once. Why have you been so nervous? Now, why does a man get for tax evasion? Is it 10 years? Because that part of it's true, isn't it? We were... Hey, Angel, what did you say about Fenwick? Well, just that he's asleep. The doctor's out packing up his things now. Old iron jaws alone? Well, yes, but... Hey, listen, upstairs. Keep them there, Barkley. Let me do this. George! Fenwick! Fenwick! Where's what is it? Shut that door, Angel Lockett. Yes, but don't... He's all right. So am I. Just dumb, that's all. It had never occurred to us to believe alibis from a guy like Suderman. What? And an automobile crash or a drug in a stomach can't be coincidence, accident. So they've got to be murder. Well, all they really were was what happened right now. Fenwick's been trying to commit suicide. Oh, no. Please, Mr. Valentine, please... Sure, you want us to go so you can try it again. Oh, no, you hired me. You're stuck with me. Just a minute, Barkley, we're all right. Oh, look, Howard, that's all. Look, Howard... The whole slate wipes clean pretty fast, doesn't it? You swallow some drug and a glass of liquor. A liquor to give you a little courage. Only a noisy policeman comes along to interfere. Look, Howard... Then you sneak out by yourself from downstairs, take your own car and try to... Old man in a car, doesn't it? What was it? Molina? Yes. Uh-huh. She wasn't what she seemed to be. No. Well, I guess that coin has two sides, Fenwick, doesn't it? One way we looked at, she'd been pressured by Suderman. She was afraid of him. At the worst, maybe she withheld a little evidence. But looking at the other way, everything has happened. She was no good. She never was. You mean all of her evidence? It was all a hoax. What? I knew her father. I knew her. I staked everything in her testimony, Valentine. Her testimony, all of it, was very cleverly designed to swell bigger and bigger and then explode. She didn't say any more. She didn't know any more. It was a garden path designed by her very good friend, Mr. Suderman. And the thing that led you down that garden path? Well, I wondered when you told us in your office that you loved her. I've written all this down, Mr. Valentine. It's in the mail. Eric Suderman's complicity, my own blindness. All that's necessary for someone else to bring him to trial again. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Suderman must have guessed you'd written it down. That's why he's been so nervous. He must have guessed you were really trying to commit suicide. But if that's the case, then he must have known... Get out of here, Valentine. Please get out of here. Mr. Fenwick, a man doesn't commit suicide just because he's been made a sucker. No. Suderman knows everything. I learned all this from Molina. Then Suderman found me, told me what he knew, and expected that I would keep my mouth closed. It didn't occur to him that I might close my own mouth forever. Suderman knows about you seeing Molina. All of it. I went because I'd been suspecting them and still afraid to admit it. It was around nine o'clock. I told her I loved her. She laughed at me. I grabbed her. I made her tell. I heard the whole truth for the first time. I seized the lamp. I struck her. She fell at the floor. I ran. But you left something out, didn't you, Fenwick? It's in my confession. It's what Suderman knows when he found me in the bar at ten o'clock. Yes. Yes, I killed Molina after him. Okay, Barclay. Come on in now. You too, Suderman. Hey, what's been going on in here? Hello, Lieutenant Valentine. I'm rather glad it worked out this way. I can go... Suderman, we've got you for framing false evidence, perjury, maybe tax evasion tool. But you may slip out again. What is this? What's he been saying? Slip out? He will not. I wrote down every single word of it. Suderman, where were you at ten o'clock last night? Never mind, I know already. In a bar someplace accusing Fenwick here of murder. Well, how did you know he'd committed murder? Why, I merely added two and two... And decided a man like Fenwick had done that? How fantastic can you get? Oh, but I've been following him, watching him earlier in the day. No, no. You were out of town at Old Man Atkins Place. You had an alibi. In fact, you've got too many alibis. All of them good. Hey, wait a minute. How did he know she was dead? We didn't find her till this morning. She was up there, of course, after it happened. I could tell Fenwick had been there. How could you tell? There wasn't anything in the apartment to indicate anyone beside Malina had been there. But it was just after it. Well, I'd seen him leaving. Fenwick struck her with a lamp at nine o'clock and then he ran. How could you see him when you've got an alibi that says you were somewhere else, 830 to 930? Too many alibis. No, no, no. Well, people told me they'd seen him. Just a minute, nobody saw anybody out there, not even the janitor. Wait a minute, Barclay. There's another way you could have been told, isn't there, Suriman? What? A way you could have got there after 930. Then going out to find Fenwick by 10 and still, in the meantime, be told who it was struck Malina with a lamp. One way you could have been told. Just one. No, you don't... The corpse told you, didn't she? Malina herself. Nursing a bruise, maybe, and telling you what happened. Sure. Sure it was the corpse gave you the idea how to kill two birds with one stone to keep them both quiet. All you had to do was add another bruise. The back of the head against the table. So she'd lie there more quietly, Suriman. Like a real cork, should. George. What do you suppose will happen to Mr. Fenwick? Oh, he'll... he'll stand trial for his self-brooksy for hitting Malina with that lamp, something like that. He certainly beats himself with his conscience, doesn't he? Old iron jaw. It was a close call. Well, but darling, it certainly looked like Suriman was making him run. Run until dead. Yeah, yeah. Sometimes you can escape from a Suriman. Fenwick tried to escape from himself. He probably... Oh, come on, Angel. Let's go out for dinner before I turn philosopher. People who know the whims of November weather will be taking a raincoat to the football game next Saturday. 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