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I'm positive, Lieutenant. You see, I haven't got much time and this is important. I understand. Mr. Keen phoned half an hour ago and said he was on his way to the office. Well, won't you sit down and make yourself comfortable? I'm too nervous, thanks anyway. I beg your pardon? Oh, I was just talking to a terribly sorry, I have to sit the edge. Oh, that's quite all right. I'll get it. Here, let me... I hit your head like a clumsy idiot. If you don't relax, Lieutenant, we'll both be nervous, right? Oh, here's Mr. Keen down. Good morning, Susie. Good morning, Mr. Keen. He mailed inside. This is Lieutenant Lanson, Mr. Keen. How do you do? I'm very glad to know you, sir. Could I see you for just a few moments, Mr. Keen? I have a favor to ask of you. Come into my office, Lieutenant. Thank you, Mr. Keen. Careful, Lieutenant. You don't want to knock the typewriter over. Oh, I... I think I've done enough damage already. This way, Lieutenant. Please sit down. Well, thanks, but I'll just as soon as stand. All right. Suit yourself. Now, what's the trouble? Well, first of all, I'd like to say that the reason I'm in such a hurry is because I'm going back overseas again in two weeks when my leave expires. I'm in the Air Force. Yes, I noticed your wings. I also noticed you're wearing a distinguished flying cross ribbon and three oak leaf cluster. Yes, sir. Got them all in the South Pacific. Well, good for you. Well, I hope to be sent to England this trip. And if I could only see France again before I leave... France here? Yes, sir. Mr. Keen, I don't think you're the answer to the Love Lorne column, sir. And I know you're not dealing in service for the lonely hearts. Not exactly. But... Well, time is short. You see, I fell in love with a girl at a masquerade party three nights ago. Well, she fell in love with me. She gave me her address, and when I went there the next day, the maid let me in... well, in a most mysterious manner. And then also with great mystery, she announced that Miss Fansha Jones had gone away two days before and would be gone indefinitely. I see. She said there was no way to reach her, and I could feel myself being pushed out of the house. I'm sure, sir, that something rotten is going on there. Something has happened to Fran. You mean you believe there's been foul play, Lieutenant? Well, if Franche had left town two days before, how did I come to meet her at a party just the night before? Hmm. It's obvious the maid wasn't telling the truth, but it may have been for different reasons than you suspect. Would a girl leave a guy flat without a word of explanation after telling him... Well, after telling him... What? What are the things she told me? No. Let's relax, Lieutenant. This thing may not be as bad as you think it is. Well, then you'll help me, Mr. King. I'd like to know who wouldn't help a man in uniform. Just a moment. Susie, would you come in here with your book, please? Yes. I, uh... I want Susie to take down certain details concerning Miss Jones. Oh, I'll be glad to give them to you, sir. Yes, Mr. King. Susie, I'd like you to get the usual details from Lieutenant Lanson in regard to the missing person. Yes, sir. Okay. Now, what is Miss Jones' address, Lieutenant? Are you going over there now, sir? Well, the first thing I want to do is to find out why the maid told you that story. The address is number 18, Wickersham Road. It's in Westchester. And where can I get in touch with you? I'm staying at the hotel page, sir. All right. I'll call you there just as soon as I have some word. Oh, thanks very much, Mr. King. This means a great deal to me. I'm glad to help if I can. When my clinic calls, Susie, would you please ask him to meet me at that Westchester address? Yes, I will, Mr. King. And tell him to wait outside the house for me. And I'll see you soon with good news, I hope, Lieutenant. Well, thanks again, sir. Who is Mike Clancy? Oh, Mr. King's assistant. Oh, I thought you were his assistant, Miss. Oh, I'm one of his office assistants. And I wish you'd just call me Susie. There's no need to be formal. All right. My name is Don. Don. Now, the lady's name, please. Miss Francia Jones. And her age? Oh, I'd say she was about 24. That's nice. Color of hair? Color of hair, does Miss Jones have? I don't mean to sound like a police sergeant taking notes, but we need all those details. Of course, I understand. She has, well, honey-colored hair, I'd say. Honey-colored? Yes. Her hair is about your color. I see. Eyes. Beautiful. What color? Green. High. Just high enough to make a wonderful dancing part. About five, four. Wait. Or about... Well, let's see, I'd say... Well, 140, if so. 140? Why, she must be... Must be what? Nothing. Oh, she's not fat. Gosh, no. She's no heavier than you are. I weigh 112. Oh, well, then that's what Francia would... I've never met a man who had any conception of what a woman should weigh like good heavens if I weighed 140. Well, let's not go into that. Any other details that would make her easily identifiable? Scars or birthmarks? No, no scars. But what a smile. And when we met, she was wearing a dazzling light blue evening gown. She was well of vision and sort of starlight. Well, the smile won't help. Neither would the evening gown. Well, is that all? Yes, thank you. Well, I guess I'd better go now. We know where to get in touch with you, Lieutenant, if we need any further details. Yes, thanks a lot. Oh, Lieutenant. Yes? Don't worry. Mr. Keem will find her for you, I'm sure. I hope so. Thanks for being so nice. So long. Goodbye. And good luck. Honey-colored hair. Green eyes. Five feet, four inches tall. One foot and 12 pounds. Well, he could just as well have been describing me. Is Miss Jones at home? I'm sorry, she's out of town. Hello, Anna. Yes, ma'am. Who is it? A gentleman to see you, ma'am. Are you Miss Jones? I'm Mrs. Jones. That'll be all, Anna. Yes, ma'am. There's no Miss Jones living here? No. May I ask who you are? My name is Keen. I'm a special investigator. The moment I'm working with Lieutenant Lanson. Oh, Don. Were you at home yesterday, Mrs. Jones, when Don? Yes, I was, Mr. Keen. Then may I ask why? Before you go any further, let me tell you my side of the story. I wish you would, Mrs. Jones. I feel so ashamed of what I did to Don. I know I owe you an explanation. You owe him the explanation, Mrs. Jones. But please go on. Well, I'm married, as you know now. Before my marriage, I was something of an actress. I might have had a career, perhaps if I'd tried hard enough. At any rate, I married Everett three years ago. Everett Jones is your husband? Yes. You've heard of him, Miss Keen? Wasn't he indicted for fraud some months ago? Well, he was indicted, but the charge was never proved. He was acquitted in both cases. There were two indictments? Yes, but... Well, that's not a hint of that. I fell in love with Everett because he... Well, I knew he could support me in the way in which I wanted to live. You know he's a wealthy man, Mrs. Jones, but what is all this to do with Don Lanson? Well, I'm coming to that. My husband pays a great deal of attention to his business, and our resent being neglected. Lately, I've gotten into the habit of going to the theater alone, often dining alone. It's not very entertaining, I assure you. I imagine it isn't. The other night, I decided to attend that masquerade ball. I had dinner at the club for lay-an-law, and then went to the dance. I met Don there, as you know. I knew he wanted fun and relaxation, and I didn't want to spoil the illusion by saying I was married. The whole affair was entirely innocent, Mr. Keynes. Innocent? When you permit a young soldier to fall in love with you, a married woman? I didn't realize he'd go so far. Oh, I admit it was the worst sort of brainless reasoning. I had no idea he'd fall in love. It's surprising too, for I'm ten years older than he is, though I don't look it when I meet up. When he showed up the following day, you decided to end the matter by pretending you were gone, isn't it? Yes. I'm afraid I may spoil things, but I didn't want to hurt the boy. I just wanted to end the affair quickly and disdainlessly as possible. I agree with you there, Mrs. Jones. Quick-ending was the only solution. If you could only understand how lonely I was, and how lonely Don seemed to be, I know I was wrong, Mr. Keynes, but that night I just couldn't tell him I was married. May I ask what you propose to do now, Mrs. Jones? I don't know. Naturally, I wouldn't want my husband to know about this, and I certainly don't want to hurt Don. Don's feelings are my chief concern right now. I understand that, Mr. Keynes, and if there was anything you could do to make it easier for Don, and for me, I'd greatly appreciate it. I... I don't mean to be unkind, but I hope you've learned your lesson, Mrs. Jones. Oh, I have. I assure you I have. I'm ashamed and sorry. Please, believe me. Well, I'll do the best I can. Thank you, Mr. Keynes. Thank you so much for understanding. And I only hope, Mrs. Jones, there's nothing more to this case. More? Yes. Oh, I assure you there isn't. That remains to be seen. Goodbye, Mrs. Jones. And that's all she told me, Mike. Well, now, uh, did it sound like the truth, Mr. Keynes? It sounded that way, yes. Ah, but she said she was an actress, sir. That's right. And, uh, sure she had no trouble pulling the wool over the lieutenant eyes. Evidently not. Then maybe this is all just a gag. How do you mean, Mike? Well, I mean so that, uh, maybe the husband is in on it. Hmm. Frankly, I had the same thought. And sure who knows what they may be trying to pull on this lad, Mr. Keynes? Sure the husband's had a brush or two with the law before. But could it be possible that anyone would be low enough to use a soldier, a man who's risked his life for his country and his people time and time again as a catch for? Well, she didn't seem to have any worries about stringing the lad long in the first place, sir. You may be right, Mike. But if you are, I'll make them both regret it as long as they live. This case bears watching, isn't it? No doubt about it. I'll say so, sir. Meanwhile, I'm not going to say anything to the lieutenant. Not before I find a way to break the news without upsetting him too much. Call him on the telephone, Mike, and ask him to meet us back in the office in an hour. I'll do that, sir. Perhaps we can work something out for Don. Yes. And get to the bottom of this other business at the same time. In just a moment, Mr. Keane will continue with the case of the woman in blue. 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However... Yes, sir. There's a nightclub called the Club Palermo. Do you know where it is? Yes, I've been there once or twice. Perhaps if you had dinner there tonight, you might find your friend. I understand that she is seen there often. But don't you think it might be better if I went back to her home... No, Don, I definitely do not. Take my advice, son. Drop into this place this evening. You may be pleasantly surprised. Will you and Mr. Clancy here come with me, sir? I think Susie would be a better bet to accompany you, Don. Mike and I would hardly make good dancing companions. Oh, I don't think I'd feel much like dancing. I just want to see Fran and talk to her once more before I leave. There are certain reasons why I prefer not to go. And you really shouldn't go alone. Oh, very well, sir. But you'll find Susie a very sympathetic and interesting companion... if you care to take her. Oh, I'd be glad to, sir. Good. When she returns to the office, I'll ask her if she's free. Perhaps if you call the office later on, then you could make all the arrangements. All right, thank you, Mr. Keane. Tomorrow morning, call me back and let me know how you made out with Francia. I will, sir. If you say it's the way it should be done, well, that makes it okay with me. Thank you for your confidence, Don. I'll talk to you tomorrow then, sir. Goodbye. Goodbye, Don. Oh, goodbye, Mr. Clancy, and thanks a lot. Oh, not at all, Lieutenant. Will he really meet her there, Mr. Keane? I doubt it, Mike. Francia Jones does go there alone occasionally, but I'm sending him there for a different reason. What, sir? Perhaps he's not quite as much in love with Francia as he thinks he is. The soldier on leave sometimes puts a little too much emphasis on romance, and it's easily understandable. I know what you mean, boss. Francia seemed to be the first American woman he'd met since coming back from the South Pacific. Now, if he met others and talked to them, danced with them, he might find his attitude changing a bit. Sure, and you may be right, sir. Another thing that startled me was Susie's resemblance to Francia. Susie is much younger, of course, and not brittle and superficial like Mrs. Jones, but Susie should be a good substitute to begin with, and she might do him a lot of good. At any rate, we'll see soon enough. Thanks, Don. He's so glamorous. Yeah, I rather like it myself. I haven't very sweet of you to ask me to come. Do you see Francia in the crowd? No, not yet. Oh, perhaps she hasn't arrived. It's awfully good dancing, don't you think? Yeah, yeah, it's a pretty good band. Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like to dance, Susie? I'd love to. There's no point in just sitting here watching the people come in, is there? No. Susie, I'm sorry. That wasn't a very tactful thing to say. Well, that's quite all right. I understand, Don. Well? Huh? Oh, the dance. Well, sure. Let's go, huh? I love this song. So do I. Hey, you're a swell dancer, Susie. So are you. And, well, I guess I should have said this a long time ago. You look very pretty in that glittery blue dress. It's never too late to say that. Thanks. You know, somehow I feel a little more relaxed right now than, well, than I have in days. It's the atmosphere and the music. No, no, I'd say it was more... More of what? More you. Well, what was that step you were doing before? Let's try it again, huh? All right. How long it's been since I had lobster thermidor? Well, I guess they don't serve a dinner like this out in the South Pacific. Keyrations are a banquet out there. You know, they think we know what you soldiers go through, but we really don't here at home. Oh, we're not kicking. We've got a job to do and we do what that's on. Where'd you get that ring, Susie? Oh, it's a graduation ring. Oh, I know that. I mean, what school? Oh, you wouldn't know it. It's a small college out west. Oh. Do you have any folks here in New York? No, I live alone. Oh, that must be tough. Not really. I read a lot and go to concerts. Do you like concerts? Oh, I'm crazy about them. Uh, but let's talk about Francia. I know you'd prefer that. Well, I remember discussing music with her. She wasn't very interested, I guess. Susie, who's your favorite composer? Bart. Well, that's mine, too. Well, strangely enough, I also like Gershwin. Well, so do I. Well, tell me some more about Francia. She must be charming. Well, she's very beautiful. She speaks like, well, you know, like an actress. With distinction? Yeah, that's it. You know, Susie, you have that quality, too, in a different way. A way I like. Is she a good dancer, too? Very good. That reminds me, so are you. How about another dance? Love it. Let's go. Wonderful time. Are you? I'll say I am. Oh, this is one of the things we missed so much out on the islands. Boy, oh boy, am I going to make up for last time. No sign of Francia yet? I don't see her. Look, here's a new step I've picked up, Susie. I think you'll like it. I'm just taking a rest. Oh, I wish they wouldn't. Just when I was, well, getting used to holding you in my arms, too. Susie, you're... Why, what's the matter, Don? Well, look, there's Fran sitting at that table over there with a man. Oh, well, you go on over and speak to her, and I'll... No, no, Susie. No, you're my date for tonight. Besides that, well, I'll just say hello to people like. Come on. Good evening, Fran. Don, how are you? Fine, thanks. Oh, this is Miss Hargrave. How do you do? How do you do? This is my husband, Don. Edward, I want you to meet Lieutenant Lanson and Miss Hargrave. How do you do? How do you do? Glad to know you, Mr. Jones. Well, Franow is a nice senior here. And you? Glad to have met you, Lieutenant. Glad to have met you, sir. Bye. Goodbye. Have fun. Married him. She never even... Do you want to leave, Don? Leave? Well, my gosh, no. I'm having the time of my life. I guess I just never saw her before, this way. Fran? Mm-hmm. And Susie, I don't even care. I'm not kidding now. I'm glad it turned out this way. And I'm glad for you, Don. Susie, you and I are going to have an evening. We'll do the town and just talk and talk until the crack of dawn. How about it? Anything you say, Don. Maybe I'm crazy, but I feel like I'm on wings. Oh, boy, what a break I got, Susie, when I met you. If I keep making these mistakes... Good morning, Mr. King. You look tired. I'm afraid we were out very late last night, Mr. King. Did you have a good time? We had a wonderful time. We met Francia Jones and her husband. At the nightclub? Yes, Mr. King. Well, that was something I didn't really count on. Well, but it was quite all right. In fact, it didn't mean a thing to Don. He was really happy to put an end to it all. Is that so? I know he wasn't in love with Francia. In fact, I'm sure of it now. You are? Why, Susie? Well, well, I... I think he's in love with me, sir. That's something else I didn't expect. And I'm in love with him, Mr. King, terribly in love. It frightens me a little. Why should it frighten you? Well, I just can't make up my mind about him. Could such love be real? A man who changes so quickly, would he change that way about me, too? I doubt it, Susie, and I'll tell you why. Love isn't something to be reckoned with in regard to time or place. It just happens, that's all. And when it's genuine, you know it. Of such things, romance is made, Susie. Mr. King's office. Susie? Don. How are you, darling? Well, just fine, dear. You want to speak to Mr. King? He's here. Before I do, darling, remember I dinned a date tonight. I will. Mr. King. Thank you. Hello, Don. Hello, Mr. King. I suppose Susie told you about last night. Yes, she did. But you mustn't judge Francia too harshly, Don. Oh, I'm not, sir. At first I thought that, well, that they might be taking advantage of you in some way. That's why I didn't tell you everything at first. 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