 I don't understand it either. There was a brand new tire this morning. Are you sure you're all right? Oh, I'm a little shaky, I guess. Come on, we can sit down over here. Not all this. You're sorry? How about us? We can stay here all night. Well, you won't have to. I said I'd get you to Carrington Hall and I will. How? Gonna fly us there on a broom? Oh, get help. We passed the garage about two miles back. Now you take it easy and don't worry about a thing. I'll be back in a flash with a tow car. Why, it's as simple as falling off the log. Oh, this is comfortable. Well, what are we waiting for? Oh, it's an estate. Oh. Is there anything wrong with the Carrington place? Yes, ma'am. If there wasn't anybody living there... Hey, Cosmo's late. He's usually home by now. It doesn't keep me warm at all. Mrs. Topper, you have it. Mrs. Topper. Yes, that's what they call it. Cheerful and lifeful, isn't it? They might be. We've got to be getting home. Why don't you knock before you come out? I'm the bottler of Miss Carrington. Oh, I'm not Miss Carrington. There she is. How do you do? Won't you please step in? Lily and the housekeeper. Oh, how do you do? This is my friend, Miss Richards. Howdy. Your father's waiting, Miss. Thank you. Would you mind waiting here? This way, please. Please, your father's physician. How do you do, Dr. Jarris? I'd like a view before you see your father. Of course. Your father's far from being a well man, Miss Carrington. Yes, I know. Seeing you for the first time may be something of a shock to him. I think I understand, Doctor. He's been looking forward to your arrival with great eagerness. There'll never be any occasion for you to be separated from him again. Father, for the first time on the eve of your 21st birthday. Well, naturally, I've wondered why you never sent for me. Your mother loved the Far East, and her last wish was that you be brought up in the land she loved so well. I wanted to send for you many times, but I had to respect your mother's wishes. And, of course, my own health wouldn't permit me to visit you. I understand, Father. We had a pleasant trip. Yes, we had a wonderful friend along with me. An American girl named Gail Richards. Her father's the head of an exporting company in Shanghai. Richards, you say? I hope you don't mind my bringing her. Of course not. Besides, the house belongs to you now. No, Father. To us. No, my dear. But it tells you her mother's well. Everything belongs to you out to tomorrow. What else do you do around here besides wine clocks? Looks like it might turn out to be a steady job, huh? Your mother wanted you to have these, and they're exactly as she wore them 20 years ago. Dad, I... I never did know just how Mother died. Some sort of an accident, wasn't it? Yes, dear. When the mine came in, I met your mother in Singapore. After you were born, we decided to move to Sumatra, where I had an interest in a touchstone mine. My partner was a man named Walter Harburg. One day he was showing your mother through the mine, and suddenly there was an earthquake. The tunnel collapsed. You've talked enough, Mr. Carrington. I'm sorry to interrupt, but we mustn't tire your father. Of course not. I hope you like your room, dear. Well, I'm sure I will. Lillian will show you where it is. I'm supposed to conserve my strength. It's quite all right, Father. Good night, darling. I'll see you in the morning. Good night. Good night, Dr. Joe. Good night, Mr. Carrington. Where's Mrs. Richards? Here I am. A close call. Close! Six more inches and we'd all be singing Annie. He doesn't live here anymore. How could you do anything up on these, Mr. Carrington? You mustn't excite yourself. I think you'd better show the young ladies to their rooms. Yeah, pick us a couple without chandeliers, will you? This way, please. The Chinese room will be yours, Mrs. Richards. Oh, you're a doll. I travel 7,000 miles to get away from Chinaman, and here I am with everything but a bowl of rice. What's that sound? It's the waves. Angry waves. Day after day, night after night, they beat with savage fury against the black rocks below. For 20 years, they've been calling, calling, calling to someone who never answers. Just like the Pot of Gold program. Will that be all, Miss? No, I'm starved. You forgot we didn't have any dinner. Rama will bring you a tray. Oh, any little thing will do. Lobster salad and beer, but nothing heavy. Anything for you, Mrs. Carrington. No, thank you, Rama. I'm going to bed, Gil. I'm all in. I'm kind of baggy myself. Good night, Mrs. Richards. Good night. Good night. I hope you rest in peace. Thank you. Isn't that what they write on tombstones? Oh, don't be silly. Go on to bed. Good night, darling. Your father had this room done especially for you. Lovely. Very sorry, Miss, but we have no beer. I brought you some wine. Wine? Why, that champagne? Yes, Miss. Oh, put it down, buddy. Will there be anything else, Miss? No, that's all, thank you. Where's the glass slipper that goes with it? It is nice, isn't it? I've never been to that Chinese torture chamber I'm in. Gee, with a layer, I've always wanted to sleep in one of these covered wagons. It's almost too nice to sleep in. See, what do you have to do to get a bed like this? Rub a magic lamp or something? You really like this room, don't you? Ah, this is right up my alley. Oh, to catch measles and have to stay in a bed like this. I'm going to bed. Good night, darling. This room is yours. Oh, no, you don't. Letting me do anything like that? But it's a deal. I'm going to keep out of China. Good night, Cinderella. Good night, pal. And I do mean, Karen. Say, lock your door in case Lady Frankenstein walks in her sleep. Did you wish anything, Doctor? Are the young ladies comfortable? I think it's ridiculous for a man of your age to pursue young girls. What will the neighbors think? I didn't pursue them, Karen. They forced themselves on me. Don't be absurd. Imagine girls, pretty girls forcing themselves on a ponchy middle-aged man. Well, I don't think I'm ponchy. Don't try to change the subject. Couldn't. That girl was sitting on my lap. Oh, don't think it's so peculiar. After all, we've been married for 20 years, and I have a perfect right to be treated like a wife who has been married for 20 years. That's all the attention you're going to give me. I may as well go to bed. Get your cold feet off my back. You don't need all the covers, do you? You're a ghost, you're dead. Okay, you've got to get out of here. I've had enough trouble with your kind of people. Well, it's strange I should be dead. I was young and healthy, and I felt swell when I went to bed. So why did I die? I don't know, but you can't stay here. You've got to go back to the Gallington house. Cosmo! There, you see? Cosmo! Quick, do something, vanish. Well, all right, Tuppy. Here I go. Nobody, dear. And nobody. I was just talking in my sleep, you know. Talking in your sleep? But that's such a waste of time. Besides, nobody can hear you. Oh, well, I'm not so sure about that. Cosmo, I'm sorry I was so mean. I know you'd tell me if there was anything new in that girl. Let's forget all about her. Well, I'd like to, dear, but under the circumstances, I'm afraid I can't. Oh, well, of course. That's the way you feel about it. I'll talk to you in the morning. When you're sober. Now see what you've done. That's nothing compared to what I'm going to do if you don't come with me to the Carrington house. I'm curious to know what happened to me. Well, go ahead. Oh, no. No, I couldn't go alone. I'm afraid. I don't like that house. It's spooky. I won't. Not unless you come with me. You get out of my bed or I'll tell Mrs. Topper. What'd you tell her? I'll tell her you're in my bed. But you wouldn't do that. Mrs. Topper wouldn't understand. Are you coming with me or not? I'll give you three to make up your mind and then I'll scream. Call your chauffeur and tell him to take us to the Carrington house. The bedroom I was in. The one with the balcony. How are we going to get in? Somebody here, can I come? Come, Tuffy. Let's see if we can get in. We're sleeping in that bed. And then it seems I got up to close a window. There's the window. And then I started back to bed and that's all I remember. Oh my gosh, there I am. There's no time for champagne. And every day a girl gets murdered. I want to find out who did this to me. Where's the telephone? Downstairs. I don't seem to get anybody. Maybe the wires have been cut. I'll trace them. I'm your next-door neighbor. What on earth are you people doing? I found this man trolling about the hub. What are you talking about? If you don't believe me, go and see if yourself. It's in that big room at the top of the stairs. Why? Well, it has just been telling us that you'd been murdered. Oh, Mr. Topper. What, whatever gave you that idea? No, it's not you. It's the other girl. I saw her in a moment ago. Where is Gail? She wasn't downstairs, was she? Of course not. How could she be downstairs when she was murdered up here? Oh, Mr. Topper, please control yourself. I think I found something that might explain matters. It's addressed to Miss Carrington. Not on you so mysteriously. We'll explain everything when I get back. Love, Gail. Mr. Topper is evidently suffering from hallucinations. Mr. Topper. As normal as you'd expect for this type of man. I've lost my car. If I don't get out of here very soon, I'll lose my mind. What he needs more than anything else is rest. And when he feels better, we'll send him home in my car. And, dear, you'd better go to bed. Good night, Mr. Topper. Mr. Topper. Gail's disappearance has me worried. Well, look what he's done to me. She was sitting on a table in the hall, and she hung my hat on a Chinaman's foot. Take it easy, Mr. Topper, and Carr will be long in a few minutes. Eddie, but somebody owes me 2680. That's right. I'm sorry I forgot. You also forgot to say goodbye. It was a cute disappearing act you and your partner pulled. You didn't by chance see her. You didn't pass her on the road. Oh, what is she? Sleepwalker? I don't know, but she's gone. Oh, disappeared again. Say, she must have been raised in a magician's hat. I'll get your money for you. I'll have to go up those stairs. Are you nervous? I'm nervous, I guess. Nervous? Why? I can't explain, but things have been happening. Well, you can stop worrying, honey. Nothing's going to happen to you. Come on. I'd hate to pay the light bill to Joy like this. Oh, this is my room. If you don't mind, I'll just wait here. It's better to keep house. Women screaming, boogie men jumping out of windows. If I had a house like this, I wouldn't want to keep it. This girl's rich uncle. Oh, don't be silly. I'm her father. The first thing she says when she opens her eyes is, where am I? I'll explain it to you. This young lady owes me for a taxicab ride. I came here to collect it. She asked me up to this room. I heard a scream and walked into the middle of an Orson Welles broadcast. A man was turning over me with a knife. There it is there. Where did you get that knife? Oh, I found another window in the next room. Perhaps Tucker's story was right. He said they'd murdered the other girl. Now they've tried to murder Anne. Now, wait a minute. You don't think I had anything to do with this? What do you? I sadly not. And, dear, you'd better get your clothes on. I'm afraid you're going to remain here, young man. Why didn't anybody want to kill Miss Carrington? Well, they killed me, didn't they? Yes, I can understand that. But Miss Carrington... Oh, don't worry about her anymore. She's got a nice, handsome bodyguard. He's a taxi driver. Maybe he's the one who's doing all the killing. Nonsense. He didn't bring his camping house with him. Well, then if she's safe, there's no reason for me to stay. Good night. I've had a lovely time. Oh, Toppy, don't run out now. We've got to find out who killed me. Then we'll know who's threatening Anne. But I don't want my wife threatening me. You see, and she will if she finds out. No, I'm going home. I certainly do know what I mean, don't I? Frankly, Madame, I don't know. Well, from the beginning. That's a good idea. Where is my husband? But, Madame, I don't know. This is a private home. I'm sitting on people's laps. She's been murdered according to your husband. Don't change the subject. If you won't help us, we'll find him ourselves. Come along, Emily. I think we'll find him in the sitting room. The sitting room? Maybe she's still sitting on his lap. Sitting on his lap? Good heavens. You mean you've got a room just for that? Yes, he comes. You've got to go. I don't trust you, Bunny. You tried to run out on me. How can I run out with her there? And how can I face her with you here? Well, sounds logical. Okay, here we go. Put him a piece of my mind. Do you mind? Not at all. Right this way. Come along, Emily. It's Miss Toppins. What's in it? Don't be silly. There's no difference between light and dark, except the lights are out. Well, he wears a size 15 shirt with a 33 sleeve, a nine-and-a-half sock lyre, and is slightly bald. Oh yes, there's something else. Let me see. I paid the milkman. That lunch has been changed from 30 to Friday. When I understand something, it's harder than doing it. A negligee is hardly appropriate for solving crimes. I won't call about a half an hour ago that there's been a murder. Drafty in here. There's a lot of things around here. Why don't you learn her alone? She's nervous and upset. She is. How do you think I... Buddy, see ya, buddy. Didn't you say Topper said he saw the buddy? Cut the double talk. Who's Topper? These men said he saw the buddy. I'm sure, Sergeant, it's nothing but a tempest and a teapot. Miss Carrington had a note from the supposedly dead girl that will clear it all up. I don't know. Well, what was he doing here in the first place? I don't know. Say, what do you think I am? I don't know. Taxi driver. Yeah? Well, where's your taxi? Now, don't tell me that's disappeared too. Where do you think it is? I'm not supposed to think. I'm from the city hall. You've ever made? This is not art. Some cream, Emily, please. Cream. It's in someone's icebox. I don't understand it. In the icebox. Has he got the body with him? Sir. With him is the icebox crazy? He's suffering from hallucinations. Oh. You wouldn't buy any chairs to be thinking you were a lamb chop. This house in the middle of the night. And what have you done with that girl you had on your lap? Girl on his lap, eh? Oh. I get it. You sneaked in here to see some gal. Your wife followed. You had to get rid of the dame so you knocked her off. I came over here to look for it. Put it some talk. I don't know. But this one does. Oh. I mean, I know you won't believe what I'm going to tell you. But... Were you when the attempt was made on Miss Carrington's life? Bray, I think I don't know. Did you or did you not try to stab this young lady? Oh, don't be ridiculous, officer. Cosmo wouldn't stab anybody. He can't even carve a turkey. Now listen, lady. Somebody kills the dame who talks after she's dead. And the body gets up and walks away. Somebody tried to whittle on this young lady. And I find him hiding in the icebox. You don't predict this. I don't want it. He's an exactly charm, braceless lady. Wanna go to jail? No, but we can't go on like this. My wife's the police. What do you suppose they think? They think you're guilty of housebreaking and murder. Yes. Come on, let's find my body. No, because after we do find it, then I will be accused of murdering you. But I've got evidence to prove you're innocent. What evidence? This note. I was supposed to have written Anne, but didn't. Who did? I'll tell you when we find me. Come on. Nothing. You certainly take the cake. I got pneumonia. Can't you break down the door? Yes. Just say that you break the glass. What? Break the glass. Okay. Good enough to. He means the glass in the door, dummy. Okay, but I think you're taking a lot of liberty. Boss and them's the orders. I'm passing on to you. We're gonna do it my way. See? Let's say we dump her here. Right where we dump butch and liver liver. It's out 10 miles and plenty deep. Oh. Get her out. That's the boss's orders. And don't have engines started. Okay. Do you mind stopping in the next room with me? Well, don't tell me the joint's haunted. Standing in that room, minded my own business. Just as I say what big feats she's got, I get slapped in the kisser. Are you better, dear? Well, she'd be all right if Charlie Chan had let her alone. Sergeant Roberts, I don't like to interfere, but is it necessary to subject my daughter to all this? She's terribly nervous. Would you, would you please let her go to her room? Nobody leaves this room. And stay home nights. They don't hide in iceboxes and they don't take dead bodies on boat rides. Why did you kill her? I didn't. That's only one man's opinion. A man's opinion, too. Officer, let him have his way. There are no windows in the trophy room. Any iceboxes? If you're not back in this room with a 14-carat alibi, this lady's going to make one of the most charming widows I've ever met. You, officer. Let me wash your hair. Stop it. Will you stop it? There's no time to be playful. Who few said you had. Now you've got me into this and you've got to get me out of it. I don't know. Try to think what you did with it or I'll be arresting you. Well, for handwriting. Yes. And this is the note you found in the Medid Girls' Room? Yes. Listen, sister. It looks like you're all set for a first-degree Medi-Rap. The icebox says the attic. Where's the attic? Search me. I've been in politics ten years and I've never seen anything as... If I find that dame in the icebox, I'll resign. You did so much if you'd stay here with my daughter. I want to talk to Sergeant Robert. That'll be a pleasure, sir. Here a second ago. Well, what's happened now? Miss Carrington disappeared. Well, I left her with him. Say, what is this? The Fun House of the Beach? I suppose I'll turn up missing. That is the best suggestion you've made tonight. Well, that's all right. Officer, I want to go home. I'll find her. Police won't let me out of their sight. Well, they can't stop me. The job is just outside. I'll fix that. Getting kind of late. Can we settle this at home? Yes, ma'am. Cosmo, I should think after twenty years of married life you wouldn't try to deceive me. Why, I remember our honeymoon in Atlantic City. By some experience. What are you talking about? Boss, you sit in that chair and things happen. Quick. Oh, don't talk nonsense. It ain't nonsense. It's serious. Look, boss, I sat in that chair just like this. What happens? Sir, they'll just be quiet, will you, please? Well, if that's the way you feel about it, I won't say another word. In the cellar. Who is he? I don't know. I couldn't see his face, but he was all muffled up in a big black cloak. Well, whoever he is, he was in that room when the housekeeper disappeared. Because I found a contraption in the fireplace that operates the chair she was sitting on. Toppy. What? We've got to make him convict himself. Sit in that chair and tell them that you know who the murderer is. Me? Sitting in that chair? Well, I'll disappear too. Oh, no, not if you keep your eye on the fireplace. And the first one that makes a move toward it, that's the one we're after. You want to tell all I know? Well, that shouldn't take very long. On out, he was panicky and hid the body. You see, Doctor, I did not have hallucinations. The disappearance was standing right beside this fireplace when it happened. What do you say, Doc? He's looking right straight at you. You're mistaken, Dr. Jarris. I was standing by the library door. Well, wait a minute. Who was standing by the fireplace when the housekeeper disappeared? Well, Father, you were there. I'm to think of it, I was. Mr. Carrington, would you mind sitting in that... You see? That Sergeant was him. Sergeant Roberts has been a pleasure to do business with a man of your intelligence. Don't be a backseat driver. Sit down. Hate to be in your shoes. First murder and now reckless driving. The recording angel will certainly throw the book at you. So, what are you doing here? A big fun. Now, why did you try to kill your daughter? Oh, don't be silly. I'm not Anne's father. Who are you? I'm Walter Harburg, Carrington's partner. Carrington was killed in a mine cave in. So, that's it. Why, you ghost of a double-cross and crook. Anne must know about this. Too late now. Oh, no. We're stuck here till she finds out. And when she knows the truth, I can go to heaven and you can go to... Give me a pencil, quick. And a piece of paper. Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute. Take a letter. Dear Anne, I am not your father, period. Oh, so, Miss Driver's license, you know that, don't you? Very much your father, Miss Carrington. Wait a minute. He wasn't her father. Miss Carrington, this is for you. What is this all about? Oh, here, read it. Or am I expecting too much? What does it get this note? It notes the fly. If you were to drive us home. Not in that car. Enough is enough. And that's what I've had, a abundancy of. Very well. If that's the way you feel about it, Emily will drive us flat. All right, darling.