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Well, there was a dame looking for you. A dame? Who was she? I don't know her name, because she didn't mention it, but she really was no dame. She was class. Class of 1898? Oh, no, Miss Williams, she was young. And when I say a girl has class, I mean, she had... Well, it's not what she had, it's the way she used it. You know, class. I take it, Anselberg, she was good-looking. Yeah. What did she want with me? I don't know, Casey. Not that I didn't inquire. She comes in and asks me if I would point out Casey, the photographer for the Morning Express. Uh-huh. With a note of regret in my voice, I says I would if I could, lady, but Casey ain't among those present. Oh, then you probably said, is there anything I can do for you, lady? Yeah, how'd you know? You told me she was very pretty. Sure. Oh, now, wait a minute, Casey, I wasn't trying to cut in on you. I only asked her, is there anything I can do for you? And she says to me, oh, no, I wanted to see Mr. Casey. It's, uh, rather personal. So I told her you'd be around about this time, and she said she'd come back. So you don't know her angle? She didn't have no angle, Miss Williams. Oh, she sounded more like she admired Casey from afar. Don't choke, Annie, what's so funny about that? Oh, be your age, Casey. Well, she did tell Ethelbert that her business was personal. Oh, and the way she said it, men can tell about things like that. Well, that might be a case of hero worship, you know. Lots of girls go for a big name. Oh. Well, stick around and see, maybe after all. I'm not, uh... Casey. What? What's the matter, Ethel? She's here. The one near the door. Oh. Wow! Yeah! That's what I said when I first seen her. Shall I call her over? Ethelbert, do not delay fate. Okay. She sees me, she's coming over. Annie, how do we look? Nothing wrong with a tailor and a barber, couldn't say. Right here, Miss. This is Mr. Casey, I'm pointing to, but I didn't get your name. My name's Laura Neely, Mr. Casey. I hope you'll excuse me, but I just had to meet you. It's a pleasure, Miss Neely. This is Miss Williams, an acquaintance. Yes. Miss Casey has no friends. Oh, I read that honest newspaper men can't afford to make friends. Oh, you're just as I pictured you, Mr. Casey. Really? Well, I don't go building up any romantic ideas about me, Miss Neely. Oh, but it's true. Well, you reach the public every day. You have great power for good or evil, for influence. Oh, for goodness' sake. You wanted to see me about something? Something personal, Miss Neely? Yes, Mr. Casey. It's very personal to me. Oh, that's all right. You see, I want some publicity. Publicity? Oh. You see, I'm working for a certain charity, Mr. Casey, and I know that if you give me publicity with pictures in the newspaper, I'm bound to collect a lot of money. Ah, good. Don't you think, Mr. Casey? Uh, not at the moment, Miss Neely. I think Mr. Casey is nerving a case of severe disappointment. Pardon me? Is that what you've been hanging around for? Some free publicity? Oh, but it's not for myself, Mr. Casey. It's for a worthy call. Oh, I know. I know the old story. How do you want your picture in a bathing suit? Oh, Mr. Casey, you don't understand. This is a very worthy call. Oh, I know, yeah. Sure, yeah. Getting a picture in the paper is the first step in interesting some movie producer. No, I'm sorry, Miss Neely. No go. Oh, you've really got me all wrong. No, I'm sure you've heard of the city welfare fund, and I thought that it was a newspaper manager. What did you say? I'm working for the city welfare fund. I think everybody should help. Well, why didn't you say so instead of beating around the bush? You mean, you'll help? Well, I'll be glad to help with the city welfare fund any time. But every newspaper is collecting for the fund. What's your special angle? Well, you know how people are, Mr. Casey. They intend to send a contribution, but they just never get around to it. But I call on them after work, and they're glad to give. Would you give all your time in collecting? Oh, as much as I can. I work for the Stevens Electrical Company. After work, I visit people even. That's not a bad angle, you know? Look, I'll do a series of shots of you getting donations from prominent people. Annie, look, how does this strike you? I'll snap Laura getting a donation from Logan behind his desk in police headquarters. I'm filled with enthusiasm at the novel. Good, we'll start right here and now. Come on, Anthelbert, kick in. One murder, two arson, and a nightclub fight between two movie stars. In other words, I'm not writing up that baby-faced space grabber. Now, Annie, she's collecting for the city welfare fund. Hmm, collecting a lot of glory for herself. Well, so what? She's working for it, isn't she? Every newspaper guy I sent her to has made a donation even though he'd already given before. You know that Laura's collected over $10,000 already? No, it must be that perfume she was sporting. Twilight in Paris. Guaranteed to land your man. Oh, look, why don't you give the gal a break, Annie? She's okay. Or is she? Well, I've tried, Casey, but I don't go for her. Why not? The way you hate her. I don't hate her. All right, the way you dislike her, then. Well, there isn't any reason for it. I knew I'd dislike her before I met her. That's what I mean. Well, William, city room, police desk. May I speak to Mr. Casey, please? Yeah, just a moment for you, Casey. Oh, for me? Oh, don't get up. Hello, Casey speaking. Uh, my name is Thomas Stevens, Mr. Casey, president of the Stevens Electrical Company. Sounds familiar, Mr. Stevens, but... Mr. Laura Neely is my secretary. Oh, yes, Laura mentioned you. And she told me about you, Mr. Casey. You've been helping her collect funds for the City Welfare Fund? Well, Laura does all the work, really. But you're very much interested, aren't you, Mr. Casey? Naturally. I want to see the fund get as much as possible. Then I'd better tell you, Mr. Casey, I... I really don't know whether I should call the police or... The police? What happened? Well, there may be nothing to it, but on the other hand, Laura left the office with over $10,000 in cash, which she was going to take to the bank. When? What time? During her lunch hour. That's one o'clock. That's four hours ago. Yes, yes. She hasn't returned. I didn't think anything of it at first, but then I began worrying. Well, did you check with the bank? Did Laura deposit the money? I called the bank, but she hasn't been there. I'm afraid she's... Well, it could have been an accident or anything, but she had $10,000 with her. What shall I do? Call the police? No. Hold everything for a while. I'll check at this end, and I'll call you back in an hour or so. All right. Goodbye, Mr. Casey. Goodbye. Hey, I only heard your side of the conversation, Casey, but it doesn't sound good. I should say not. Laura Neely left her office for the bank with more than $10,000 in donations at one o'clock. It's after five now. She never got there. Ha! Check the bus and railroad terminals. Huh? Hey, wait a minute, Annie. That's unfair, really. Laura wouldn't run off with that dough. So I'm catty. But where's Laura? And more important, where's that $10,000? Yeah, that's what worries me. Laura could have been followed and robbed. Casey, I'm working a police desk. Remember? I'd be the first one to get a report on a robbery or assault. Well, she might be hurt, Annie. She may be unconscious in some hospital right now. You know, I get the accident reports, too, and nothing doing, Casey. Now, you better start thinking up excuses. Excuses for what? I'll state the case as simply as I can. You meet a girl at the blue note. You don't know a thing about her. Wait a minute. If I can't judge a person's character after all these years... Six of men, Casey. You don't know a thing about women. I should know. I haven't been able to teach you a thing. Like what? Well, we'll go into that some other time. Right now, you've accepted a strange girl at face value. You introduce her to all your newspaper friends. You practically force them to give her money. What does that make you with all the boys? The biggest sucker in town. Well, I'll still bet my last dollar that Laura's honest. Pace the facts, Casey. You were taken for a ride. Now, what are you going to tell the boys? Nothing. Well, they'll be telling you plenty. Well, not until they find out. Look, so far her boss Stevens is the only one who knows that Laura's missing. That gives me a chance to find her. Well, you'll need police help. Yeah. Yeah, I guess I will at that. Well, I'll ring up Logan. Well, look, Annie, give me the phone. I'll talk to him. You better let me do it. You did get Logan to pose for a picture with Laura. And it won't look very well when the story breaks. I'll take my own medicine if I have to. I'm still not sold in the idea that Laura ran out. Hello, please head for it. Hello, Logan. This is Casey. Now, listen carefully and save your comments until I'm through. Laura Neely has disappeared with over $10,000 she collected. How are you, Captain? Fine. I'm fine with you. Oh, cut the comedy, Logan. The gentleman is Mr. Casey. Impossible. Why, Captain Logan? Because a certain photographer named Casey wouldn't dare show his face around here, not after what he's done to me. Go ahead. What did you expect me to do? Roll out the welcome mat for the guy who's made me the laughing stock of the police department? Every paper and towel is going to dig up the picture of me handing a donation to Laura Neely. And are they going to go to town? Quote, Captain Logan gives official sanctions a bunco game. Now, hold on, Logan. I'll admit it looks bad for Laura. Oh, and you'll also admit that Hitler might have been guilty, I suppose. When you cut the sarcasm, we might get to work. Laura disappeared. She was carrying 10 grand, but now lots of guys in this town could knock her off or less. Why don't you investigate before you jump to conclusions? You know, Casey, the same thing occurred to me, too. I did investigate. Did you find out anything? Not much. Laura Neely was making $55 a week. And last week, she buys $970 worth of dresses. So what? Every girl saves for clothes? For sure. But Laura's personal bank account was $200. She didn't touch that. And on top of the $970 for dresses, she spent $300 for two suits and bought $150 worth of luggage. And I got all those reports. I began to suspect that Laura might have been preparing for a trip. How about the railroad and bus terminals? Well, I boys checked them, but not a trace. Well, you see, now... But I found the record of an automobile sale in her name. Yesterday, Laura bought a blue convertible roadster from a second-hand dealer. Today, she's gone. She... she bought a car. Pick her up fast in a blue convertible. Not many of them on the road. So we pick her up. Then what? We put her on trial, and the whole story comes out how she took the wise boys in town, the newspaper men and the police. Oh, I know. I'll take the blame for that, Logan. The boys will be glad to pass the buck to me. But, um, if you take all the blame, Casey... What else can I do, Annie? I fell for a story. I introduced her around. Well, it might... It would be pretty hard to live it down. Ha! Who's worried? Yeah, I can always get a job. Who says I've got to be a crime photographer? I can go around snapping baby pictures. And, Logan, I... I'm afraid for him. Ha! You'll blow his top and then calm down. Well, I'd better stay with him. Casey ever needed me. He needs me now. In just a moment. Who collects and returns all the empty beer bottles in your house? Your junior. Empty beer bottles? Say, hasn't anybody told you about the new Anchor Glass One Way No Deposit No Return bottle? Hey, that's right. 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I don't need any help. What a friend for. Thank you. Wasn't I always? Sure. Thanks, Casey. Now, what are we going to do? We've got to find that blonde. Well, the police will pick her up. Oh, sure they will. But I've got to get to her first, Annie, if this story ever gets in the papers. Well, what can you do? Well, the way I figure is, if Laura was getting ready to leave town, she might have got some hint to somebody. Well, she doesn't have any family that we know of. Her boss was probably closer to her than anybody else. At least he may have a lead to girlfriend as a boyfriend. I'm going to call on Thomas Stevens right now. Self-comfortable in the library. I'll tell Mr. Stevens you're here. Thank you. If I may take your release, sir? Oh, that's all right. That's my film case. I'll set it down right here. Mr. Stevens will be down direct. Yeah, we'll wait. The electrical line must pay off plenty. This is a lovely house. Oh, an original painting by Van Dutens. Oh, good evening. Do you like my wife's portrait? Oh, good evening, Mr. Stevens. Your wife is a beautiful woman. Oh, thank you. She's out of town right now, Mr.... Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Miss Williams and this is Mr. Casey. Oh, yes, I spoke to you on the phone, Mr. Casey. Yes. Do you have any news of Laura? Yes, bad news. You mean Laura's hurt? No. Laura has run away with the money she collected for the city welfare fund. Oh, it's impossible. I don't believe it. Well, they had a pretty hard time convincing me, too. But I can't argue about it anymore. Police found that Laura bought a flock of new clothes and luggage and a car, and then she disappeared. She did. And I... I... You what? I donated $300 to our fund myself. You're a good, smart company, Mr. Stevens. Quite a few people like to catch up with Laura. And I'd like your help. Well, what can I do? Well, answer some questions, if you will. You see, the way we figured Laura was with you during her working day, and she might have dropped a hit as to where she was going. Nothing that I can remember, Mr. Casey. Did she ever say she wished you were in California, or Florida, or someplace? No, it's a matter of fact. I know very little about her. And there isn't anything you'll remember that could give us some lead. I'm afraid not, much as I'd like to. I'm sorry to bother you, Steve. Well, if I think of anything, I'll call you, Mr. Casey. Yeah, thanks. You can reach me at the newspaper office. Well, perhaps the police will catch her. Maybe. Yeah, but by that time, Laura Neely will have run through the money for the welfare fund. Shall we go, Annie? I don't know about that. What do you mean, Steve? Is it a North thing? So he said, come on, let's get into the car. We are... Yeah, please tell me why you think Stevens knows something. Casey, I've got something I want to show you. Switch on the dashboard light. All right, here it is. Now, what do you think of this? What? A tube of lipstick. Well, look closer. Well, let's see. All right, I still think it's lipstick. Of course, but it's strawberry lipstick. Get it? Strawberry, Huckleberry, raspberry. What difference does it make? Oh, none to a man, I guess. But this is the lightest shade of lipstick made. It's used by very blonde women. Keep talking. Do you remember when I sat down on the couch? Well, I found this lipstick between the cushion. That shows that Laura was in Stevens's library recently. Annie, you've got Laura on the brain since you've met her. This lipstick could belong to any blonde woman. It might even be Mrs. Stevens. Didn't you notice that portrait of Stevens's wife? She's a brunette. Her shade would be deep red or purple. True enough that Mrs. Stevens might have dozens of blonde friends. Stevens said his wife was out of town, didn't he? Well, none of her friends would come around when she's gone. Ah, I still can't see it, though. All right, let's say for the sake of argument that I agree that Laura was in Stevens's library. She was. All right, does that make any sense? What did she be doing there? Oh! She might be in love with Stevens. In love with... Well, all right. Well, let's see. Now, suppose he were planning to run out with Laura. So what does he do? He lets Laura steal the ten grand which she collected for the welfare fund? Think, Annie. Stevens is a very rich man. Ten thousand bucks doesn't mean very much to him. Why would he let Laura take the money and get the police after them? Well, when you put it that way... Well, sure, those are the facts. Stevens is no dope. How do you get around that? Oh, I don't know, but I do know that this is Laura's lipstick. How? What are your reasons? When something is true, you don't need reasons. Oh. And I know this is Laura's lipstick. And if we could get back into Stevens' home, I'll bet that you'd find more clues that she was there. Oh, what am I supposed to do? Tell Stevens that I think he's harboring Laura and searched the house, or should I pull the gag about reading the gas meter? All right, get sarcastic if you want to. But I'd get into that house if I wanted to find Laura. Well, we could wait till Stevens left the house, and I could walk in and tell the butter I left my film case behind. Yeah, that's it. That will give us a chance to examine the library again. Hmm. Well, okay, Annie. But I'm doing this for one reason. Oh. What reason? Your intuition was right once about Laura. And even if it's a million to one against you being right again, I'm not leaving myself open. That was Stevens in the car which left. Yeah, I got a good look at him. He's gone. Okay. Good evening. Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Casey, but Mr. Stevens left the house shortly after you did. Oh, that's all right. I didn't come back to see Mr. Stevens. You see, I missed my film case, and I think I'll let it here. Film case? Yeah, that square letter case with a letter strap that you want to take. Oh, yes, I remember, sir. Will you come in? Yeah, thank you. After you, Annie. You must have left the film case in the library, sir. I'll just come along and pick it up. Here's the library, sir. Do you remember where you put it? Well, it's too big to miss. It might be on the other side of the couch. Not here. Do you remember what I did with it, Annie? Well, you might have shoved it under the couch. Oh. No, it isn't there. What's that over there? It wasn't here before. Oh, no, no, that's too big. That's Mr. Stevens's overnight bag, sir. Oh. I placed it there after you left. Oh, I see. Could anybody have picked up the film case after I left? It's hardly possible, sir, but I'll ask the maid if you... Yes, thank you very much. I'd appreciate it. I'll only be a few moments, sir. You take as long as you want. Well, Annie, did you find anything more? Yeah, come here, Casey. What? Near the couch. What do you mean? I don't see anything. No. Huh? You mean the perfume? Yeah, and it's strongest near the couch. Laura sat here recently. Some more intuition, Annie, or some logical reason this time. Look, I'm sure, Casey, it's fake, but I'm sure it's twilight in Paris, Laura's perfume. I'm sure she was here. Ah, just might fit in at that, Annie. Annie, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. What? Well, first I'll take you home, then I've got to prepare a speech to make to a tough guy, and then I've got to buy a can of paint. Give you any trouble? Everything went like we planned. I came to the house with some papers from you, and I offered her a drink. That stuff you put in the liquor kept her out cold. And nobody could possibly have seen you put her in the car? Nobody. All the servants had the day off. Fine. All your friends' fault. I must have told a million people that my wife is out of town for a few days. This summer cabin of ours is certainly out of town. Where's the blue convertible road you drove up? In back of the fence, naturally. It can't be seen from the road. Every policeman in the state is looking for that car. Tom, how did it go in the city? Did the police accept the fact that Laura bought the car in the clothes with a welfare fund money? It was both blind and sinker. The blonde wig was an inspiration, Paula. Buying stuff in Laura's name wouldn't have been enough if you didn't fill her general description. So they accepted the story exactly as we billed them. Yes, I have from that newspaper photographer, Casey, that the police are convinced it was Laura who bought the car in the clothes with the fund money. Good. And now when Laura is found dead... Paula! We have to kill the girl. After all, it's not her fault that I carelessly left my second set of books on the desk. What difference whether it's her fault or not? She did see the books, and she does know that you didn't pay nearly a million dollars in contacts. I wish I hadn't listened to your Paula. Don't be a fool, Tom. They'll send you to jail and think of me. But to kill? Look, Paula, that's murder. Tom, we can't take chances. If you had to pay fines on the million you held out, we'd be ruined. And you'd go to jail. Oh, no, Tom, I couldn't stand the disgrace. Well, I don't like it, Paula. Are you falling for her, babyface, too? Well, I'll take care of her. I've got too much to lose if... Tom, let that... All right, put up your hands, both hands. Tom! Don't worry about it. Keep them covered, boys. Look in the back room. Guy named Casey said we'd find a beautiful blonde around here. In just a moment. You know the old adage, the pot calls the kettle black? Well, maybe you think it's natural for all cooking utensils to become scorched, blackened, and hard to clean. Well, that's because you've been using ordinary pots and pans. Now, when you use fire king oven glass, that just doesn't happen. 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You got the police to Stevens' cabin just in time. Well, I could kiss you. Oh, well... I was just getting ready to like you. Oh, I'm so excited. I don't know what I'm saying, Miss Williams. I sure thought I was a goner when I laid there tied up and Mr. and Mrs. Stevens talking about killing me and everybody thought I had stolen the fund money, except Mr. Casey, of course. Well, there were moments when I had my doubts. But to give credit where it's due, it was Anne who spotted the lipstick and the perfume motor at Stevens' house. Which started you off on a train of thought. Sure. That and the fact that when we came back with a phony excuse, I saw that Stevens' bag was packed for a trip. Yeah. Well, so I decided to see where he went. And that reminds me, when you left me, you said that you had to prepare a speech for a tough guy and buy a can of paint. Now, what did you mean? Well, I knew that we'd make Stevens suspicious if we followed in a car, so I had to get a plane. Now, who would you say is the toughest guy in the world, Annie? A city editor. That's right, Burke. Well, I got our city editor to authorize the use of our news plane. And once I had that, I needed a can of paint to mark the top of Stevens' car so we could follow it. Oh, I see. A cub reporter phoned the airport when Stevens left. Well, we spotted the marks on Stevens' car from the air and followed him to his summer cabin in the woods. From above, we could see the blue convertible hidden from the road. So I knew that Laura was there. Well, how'd you let the police know? Annie, if you've forgotten, our new morning express plane is equipped with two-way radio. Oh, of course. Well, there's your story, Annie. You better get back to the office with it. Oh, well, there are a lot of things which I don't understand yet. How about coming up to the office while I write the story, Casey? Just to help a slow-witted pal. Sure. Oh, Miss Williams, I don't think you're slow-witted at all. 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