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Of course, the initial A is for Andrews and all the money of his mother's family. Never heard of it. Well, let me read the rest of this. He's from Detroit. And when he asked me this afternoon to deliver this message... Oh, hold it, will you please? Well, I only... You're just delivering this note check. Mr. whatever your name is? Frame. Gerald Frame. But of course, everyone calls me Jerry. You see, I'm in the downtown office of Mr. Anchors' local administrative branch. He's only in town once every six months or so. Okay, okay, Frame. I get the picture. Everyone makes his little joke. So, Mr. Frame, tell me what's in this note from this big shot boss of yours, Anchors. Well, of course, I don't know exactly what. If you don't know, tell me why you should know. You delivered it like the man said. Thanks very much. Goodbye. No, no, he asked... I don't mind, though. Certainly if Mr. Anchors needs assistance, we should all do what we can. Curiosity killed a cat. Doesn't that worry an office boy? What? I beg your pardon. I'll have you know I'm in a position of some trust in the organization. Take your frame out of here. Now, see here, Mr. Valentine. Eager beaver. Yeah, come on with the letter, Brooksie. Oh, dear Mr. Valentine, my name is A.W. Anchors. The card I'm in closing will introduce you as my representative. I expect you to meet me at the office of the Dewey Company, one of my local holdings promptly at 5.30. Uh-huh. As nibs is spoken. Well, that's almost 5.30 now. Think I'm supposed to tremble? George, listen. My local inspection tour suggests that I have one problem of personnel to clean up. Oh, personnel. So that's it. Name of frame, you want to bet? The office nuisance. Big case. Yeah, he's certain. What's the matter? Well, maybe this isn't quite as routine as it looks, George. Mr. Anchors says, I normally don't interfere in these matters of local personnel, but I need your advice since I certainly don't want to be the employer of anyone who might commit murder. We're only a few minutes late, George. Don't see anybody waiting in the reception room. I'm dreadfully sorry, but we are closed now. Well, this is the office of the Dewey Company, isn't it? Administrative section, but I'm dreadfully sorry. I'm just locking up. We were supposed to meet someone here. Please leave your name on the pad. Besides, I have a date myself. I'm sure you understand. It's supposed to meet Mr. Anchors. Deadly sorry. Who? A.W. Anchors. I have a card he wrote to introduce. Oh, no, no, no, that's not necessary. I'm so sorry. Yes, of course, you're his personal representative. I mean, I had no idea. It's just that I had a date and I was trying to get away. Oh, please excuse me. Oh, sure, but where is he? Well, he was in and left. I don't know, but he'll be back if he said he'd meet you. Why don't you just sit down and wait? I mean, here, you take the keys. That's it. And for heaven's sake, don't tell him I treated you like a salesman. Hey, wait a minute. I've got to get my coat. You just lock up when you leave. Leave the keys here tomorrow. Well, the little card seems to work wonders. Imagine knowing a man who knows a man who knows A.W. Anchors. Oh, sure. Big man, except in words. If he'd only tell me what it was he wants me to do, I'd probably... Your name isn't George Valentine, is it? Oh, back again. That's right. What's yours? Angela. Angela Barclay. There's an envelope out there on the table. It's in Mr. Anchor's handwriting. For me? Yeah, let me see it. Well, he must have left it when he was here. Yeah, thanks. Well, what are you waiting for? Mr. Valentine, what exactly are you doing for Mr. Anchors? You expect me to answer that? Well, I don't want to be personal quite so quickly. No, of course you don't, darling. Mr. Valentine is nothing but a personnel man. Oh, well, I might be personnel, mightn't I? Yeah, yeah, I guess you could be a problem. Oh, thank you, but that wasn't quite... George, Miss Barclay seems to have a date with Jerry Frayne tonight. I'm sure she's in a hurry. What? How did you know? Guest, he's a man we met once. I noticed Mr. Frayne's picture on your desk. That's all. He looks much better without his glasses. Oh, he doesn't mean anything. He's just the pursuing type. You know how it is. And when your job throws you together with someone who's ambitious... Sure, sure. You're curious and... What? Oh, but I'll stay here if you like. I meant I could break the date or... I know, I know. That's what I mean. You and Frayne have one thing in common. You'd like to know what's in this letter. Well... Good night, Mr. Valentine. Well, it looks good kill, George. He might be the type any employer would worry about. This case is crazy. More orders than the big man. Oh, what does Mr. Angus say? Sorry, but I see no reason for waiting. Besides, the person I want you to meet and give me your opinion on is right there anyway. What? Well, then it is her. Wait, I'll call her. His name is Joseph Portland. Huh? Oh, that doesn't... It's somebody we haven't even met yet. Joseph Portland. Yeah. He's right here in the woodwork, I suppose. Of all the silly, crazy things. George, where are you going? To give anchors the benefit of the doubt for about one quick look, then we go home. But that's the wrong door. Oh, where are the lights back here anyway? This might lead to another office between the street. It just looked like warehouses in the back. I know. Oh! Ouch! He's right here. Sure, investigate the little man who wasn't there. There's no employee. Somebody snooping around. Stand still, angel. There's a side window here. I can see the streetlight. I want to take a look at... Stop! Stop! I'm all right. Hold still there. I see you. That's crazy. Let me go. Don't move, I said. I got the job on you. The heck with him. Trigger, happy fool. George, I'll be here. I thought you'd get me, did you? Well, this'll... Hey, where did you... I mean, I can't watch this. Okay. I think you're smart. Do you creepin' in here like... George, where are you? George, what happened? Relax, Bruxy. I can't even see where I am. No, you don't. I'll get those lights. Well, too are you. Guess I better get the police. Knight, watchman. Oh, brother. Nobody's gonna creep up on me. I'm telling you. Watchman. And I suppose your name is Joseph Portland. Stand there, you. You bet it is. I'm no Hank Wales. I'm no sucker. Stop! Stop waving that thing. You stand over there, too, sister. Now, Portland, wait. I didn't know who you were, that's all. Now, you're educated. Operator, give me the police. Now, listen. I don't blame you for jumping. That's Portland. Hey, Portland, look. Look, I worked for your boss for anchors. Yeah, sure. Here, look. I got a card, says I do. Careful there. This is the Dewey Company, Matt. Dewey's my boss. But Mr. Anchors owns the company, doesn't he? I take my orders from Dewey, say. Sure, sure, sure. I understand that. But you're a sick man. But Paul's the trigger-finger. Hey! There. Now shoot somebody here. George, you can reach the gun. No, you can't. Come on, Brooks. See, let's get out of here fast. I don't have to dislike this case anymore because now it's all over. But what business has anchors got meddling with my personnel problem? Mr. Dewey, I don't know and I don't care. No, I'm not blaming you, you understand. Well, we are. It took too long to find you. But it'd take a lot more than two hours to find the mighty anchors. So I'm telling you to get a new watchman down there and fast, thanks and good night. Portland's all right. Anchors is crazy. I'll phone his hotel. Just because he buys me out is no reason... Mr. Dewey, whom do I sue for being shot at? What? But Joe is a watchman and you were... You didn't even call out to us or ask what we were doing. Oh, you don't understand. His relief has been... I understand you got a nervous nilly down there who's got to be replaced. That's all I care about. Mr. Valentine, I know what Joe Portland's like. He's been with me for a long time. So had Hank Wales. Who? George, that's the same name the watchman mentioned. And anchors ought to understand. He was in town when it happened. What kind of a bloodless machine is he? Maybe Portland hasn't gotten over it. Maybe he does need another vacation. Oh, wait a minute. Who's Hank Wales? What happened? Well, I thought you knew. Hank was a buddy of Portland's before he was killed. Killed? Sure, last year. Oh, hello. Give me room 1610, please. Yes, Portland got shot in the leg, but Hank let them get the drop on him. Just from being such a polite watchman. Who got the drop on Wales? Who killed him? The same whoever it was who got away with the payroll and the rest of it. Didn't you overhear of the amalgamated robbery? That was us. A third of a million dollars. Oh, I see. No wonder Portland's still a bit nervous. Oh, hello, Mr. Anchors. Give me that. Hello. Hello. Mr. Anchors, this is that sucker named George Valentine. You're sent down to get shot at. What's that? What are you talking about? I'm sorry to wake you up like this in the middle of the night, but I wanted to give you a report. That's more than you gave me before I started. What? No, no, Joseph Portland. I wanted your opinion having such a nervous watchman, but you didn't wake me up. The police did. They're standing here right now. What? I just hired you too late, that's all. Joe has murdered a man, just as I was afraid he might. Joe has? Yes. Killed a prowler not over half an hour ago. Prowler. I knew that man should be fired. Okay, bustle, let's have it. Fine watchman. 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Worked for the same outfit as you? I'm a night watchman. I've never seen him before. It's true. Frame had no business coming down here, Lieutenant Johnson, except in the daytime. Trust him in a Mr. Anchors, please. Joe, didn't you challenge him or anything? You think I'm doing guard duty? So you shot first and asked questions afterwards. Leave me alone. You should have been fired months ago. Yeah, you can say that again. I'm not going to end up dead like Hank Wales. You cops ought to know what it's like to be all alone and responsible when people are snooping around. Yeah, he's right about one thing. This Frame guy was snooping, all right. He came in through a side door to the planet roots. Well, I'll grant you, the young man was apparently the type who nosed into everything he could. What was worth snooping for? I understand you don't keep oversized payrolls around anymore, Mr. Anchors. Of course not. Not since the robbery last year. Insurance company won't allow it. Oh, you're insured now. Why, wasn't he before? Not completely. That robbery where the other watchman was killed and Joe here wounded cost me the tidy sum of $75,000. So if you think this was none of my business, if you think I can sit around and be kind-hearted like Dewey has been doing... Okay, okay. I get the idea. Thanks very much. Of course. Whatever you wish. He sure the high and mighty, ain't he? Hey Joe, what did you mean people had been snooping around? What you said a minute ago? I don't mean Jerry Frame because I'll believe it about him. I don't know. Sure, there's been something going on, but I don't know what. Past week or two since my relief's been sick. Two or three times somebody's broken in, but I couldn't catch him. Better be more specific than that, Portland. Nobody's gonna get to drop on me like they did on Wales. I got a gun, I use it. This plant was robbed once, mister. Sure, Wales, he yelled to see what the noise was like a sucker. They slugged him, then they killed him with his own gun. Same one got me in the leg. Sure, me, I come running like a sucker too, but nothing more. I'm telling you, I'm the watchman. Joe, I know. Jitters. That's what's wrong with me, ain't it? Maybe Anchors is right. Maybe I ain't got no business working here. Sorry I shot that man tonight. Okay, okay, come on, Portland. We got some records. Yeah, hello, Sergeant. Listen, we got the gun. What gun? You're way behind times. Portland here is going to sign a statement to kill the man. What are you talking about? No, no, here, look. Let me see that. Property of JF Dewey Company, police special. Hank Wales' gun. What? I worked on the other case last year, Lieutenant, so to one of the ballistics men. He thinks it'll check out. The gun that killed Hank Wales a year ago. The one that was taken away from him at the time of the payroll robbery. That's it, sir. Holy smokes. Might explain why that Gerald Frayn was snooping again. We found this gun in the top drawer of the desk in Frayn's apartment. First lead we've had in a year. I know, I know, but wait, Johnson. All I want to know is whether that old robbery and murder was committed by one man or by a gang. One man, and I bet it was an inside job. Maybe it was Frayn himself. He was snooping again tonight, wasn't he? He had the gun, didn't he? Hey, hey, wait a minute, where are you going? Your figuring's a little wrong, Johnson, wait and out for yourself. Meantime, I'm going to see a girl about a date. You already knew I had a date with Gerald Frayn. Sure, Miss Barclay, and you probably kept it, too. No, no, I didn't. Honestly. You saw him tonight before he was shot, didn't you? No. After I left you at the office, after I went home, I was dressing. He phoned. Where from? Well, how should I know? He just said something awfully important came up. Something he'd been working on, and he'd be delayed, that's all. Except, well, except... All right, except what? Well, he did say he was going to buy me a main coat. I thought he'd been drinking or was trying to be funny. Miss Barclay, do you think Jerry Frayn killed that watchman and stole that payroll last year? What? Oh, of course not. I agree with you. A man who's committed a perfect crime doesn't keep the murder gun around for a year and practically plain sight for people to find. Then what are you driving at? But a guy who knows he and ambitious and tripping onto old evidence might have such a gun in his desk. You mean Jerry knew who the robber was? Well, how else can you explain it? Who do you know that calls at this time of night? Well, nobody. Yeah. If you want me to be your last caller, come on, get in there. What? Mr. Valentine, please? Go on, go on. Where's a piece of paper and a pencil? Never mind, I see something. Just stay in there and be quiet, will you? I'm sorry, I didn't hear... Oh, hello, Mr. Joy. Valentine? Yeah, me. Your receptionist doesn't seem to be here. Well, I... I thought she might be upset, that's all. She knew this boy who got killed. Yeah, I know. What are you doing here? Same thing you are. You knew she had a date with him tonight? No, no, I just thought she might be able to help tell us what frame was up to. But if she was actually planning to be with him, was actually in on whatever he was... Well, I don't really know that. I just thought there's a note here. Oh, I didn't pay any attention just sitting here waiting for her to show up. Plane 62, 1.15 a.m. Well, yeah, but it's not her handwriting. It might be his, mightn't it. See here, Valentine, she's not mixed up in any of this. I'm waiting to find out. I mean, well, it's Anker's company now. He's the one responsible. But I know my personnel. This is all up to the police, not us anyway. Sure, sure, run along if you want. Yes, I... I guess I might as well. Sure you do that. Be quiet, lady, I'm thinking. Be quiet, I said. You're running away. You've already left for the airport. Have a nice time in the waiting room. Happy landing, see you later. Mr. Valentine, how could I recognize anybody? When that stick-up happened last year, I didn't see anybody to shoot at. It wasn't even a shout-out like there was tonight. Just gun flashes and noise. Joe, I got you out of jail, didn't I? So trust me. Brooks, are you sure Mr. Anker's got that message all right? He's convinced that Angela's running away. That's what you mean. That's what I mean. Now, here we are, here's the airport. Big, dumb trigger, happy. That's what those cops call it. Well, Joe, don't. Hey, Valentine. Hey, you got men watching outside, Johnson? Oh, sure, sure, I'll play ball with anybody. Angela's supposed to be running away on the 115 plane. Still half hour or so. From what may I ask, Miss Brooks? For you to figure out the obvious, Lieutenant. Joe here is nervous, he's trigger happy. You should hear what the police doctor had to say about him. Come on, come on, let's move out of the light. Sure, call me anything you'd like. Oh, wait, Joe. I meant that somebody took advantage of you, don't you understand? Sure, sure, I can figure that far, but... If last year's robbery wasn't inside job, then whoever did it must have been scared to death of what Gerald Frayn was finding out. And what nicer way to handle Frayn than to trick him into going down to the plant at night like throwing him in a bus stall. Only how was he tricked into getting killed is a problem. What difference does that make? The important thing is that everyone knew that Jerry Frayn was going around with Angela Barkley. The one who committed last year's crime and who sent Jerry to be killed tonight must think that Angela knows who he is. Well, now that's the trap. That's what we're doing. I hope for your sake it pays off. But you know yourself Frayn was the kind of nosy ingratiating man who could have been tricked into using his nose once too often. Anybody, Mr. Anchors or Mr. Dewey? Mr. Dewey's an awful nice man. He couldn't have had anything to do with Robin his own plan. Sure, sure, sure, Skip it, Joe. Come on, we better stay out of sight. Let's get over there by that hanger and wait. Good beer trap. It just didn't work. Not a smell of anybody. Anchors are still at his hotel and... But didn't anybody try to send Miss Barkley a message or a telegram to the plane? Twenty-five men checked every taxi, every family waving goodbye, everything. So she really could have left on that plane and no one would have tried to stop her? We're right back where we were a year ago trying to solve that original robbery. Okay, Johnson. So if you haven't got evidence, you make up some. Huh? Oh, there's a bright idea. I just did. Don't you get it? What are you talking about, George? Well, if it was either Anchors or Dewey, this stunt tonight would have scared the daylights out of him. Okay? So it's not either one of them. Oh, that's just peachy. Now I was hired to solve a personnel problem. Okay, here I go. Uh, if you've been so trigger-happy, Joe, ever since last year, Dewey would have had to fire you no matter how nice a guy he is. What do you mean? So, all right, you haven't been. You just got nervous recently. I don't get you, Valentine. Wild man with a gun. It's an easy enough act to put on. What? Joe, who could get Gerald Frame down to the plant easier than yourself? Just phone up and ask him to come down for a talk. And who else knew that I'd already tangle with you? That you'd be jerked off that job fast, that there wouldn't be any more golden opportunity to get rid of nosy Frame? You're crazy. You don't know what you're talking about. When you pulled the original crime, when you shot the other night watchman last year and even shot yourself in the leg to make it look good, you slipped up, didn't you? You lost the gun or it disappeared. So you had to stay on, had to keep your job. It was the best cover anyway. And then finally you discovered who had the gun. It was Frame. And he was breathing close to figuring it all out. So you got rid of him. Well... I'll kill you for saying that. Yeah, sure. Shoot first, ask questions afterwards. But who else could have staged both jobs so they looked right? Oh, never mind. I know we had to prove the other guy's innocent to make you guilty. Only you did it yourself too, you know. The gun. What's that? What about what gun? In the original holdup, you said you didn't see anybody. And they slugged the other watchman and took his gun and shot him with it and shot you in the leg with it. Well, so what? Well, in the dark, all those flashes you chatter about that make you so nervous. How could you tell which gun did the shooting? Unless you were pulling the trigger. Why are you trying to... That's all but... Sorry, but sometimes it is better to shoot first and ask questions afterwards. He's all yours, Johnson. George, aren't you even going to wait to see what he said? Not me, Brooksy. I've still got a girl locked up in a closet, remember? You know, every evening it gets dark a little earlier and you're probably doing more driving during the twilight hours the time when most accidents occur. So don't take chances with a dirty windshield. Clear visibility means extra safety. Next time you're out driving, stop in and let our car savers clean your windshield quickly and expertly. It's just one of the many extra services at standard stations and independent chevron gas stations where they say, and mean, we take better care of your car. George, you mean Angela didn't have anything to do with it? That's right, Angel. Joe Portland ran strictly a one-man crime. That was all there was to it. I wonder if Mr. Anker's guest. I wonder if that's why he hired you. I doubt it. Here, this is the street she lives on. No, Brooksy, Ankers might be a little high-handed, but I got over being sore at him a long time ago. Just like Dewey. Perfectly nice guy who hates to fire people, that's all. It was a pretty neat stunt of Joe's, wasn't it? Pretending to be nervous, he could shoot anybody, and it'd be called justifiable manslaughter. Sure, he even billed up the legend by trying it out on me. Wait a minute, here we are. Oh, George, it's so late. Why don't you just give that key to the doorman there and ask him to go up and unlock the door? Oh, I don't know. Personnel problem. Well, for Ankers, of course, Angel. Her name's Angela, isn't it? Yeah, but she can scarcely fly out. No wings that I noticed. Well, you call me Angel sometime. You did duck now? Sure, sure did. What's the matter? She's not that good looking. George, I don't have any wings either. Hey, you doorman catch. Go upstairs and open the door, will you? I'm busy here. I got a little personnel problem. 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