A Man Betrayed Page #2

It isn't a very a big town, ma'am.

Matter of fact,

we haven't got a rail road.

See when our canning factory burned...

No railroad.

That's all very interesting.

But I'm here to give information.

Not take it.

Well that's what I was trying to

get around to, ma'am.

Where can I find the Tri-State insurance

company?

So you're one of those boys that knocks

the door down seven in the morning to

collect a dime a week.

Nope, I'm an attorney.

Or just plain lawyer, ma'am.

Could you please stop

calling me "ma'am"?

It's Miss.

Oh I'm very sorry.

I'm not much good at telling

a woman's age by her face.

Ma'am.

Entertainment as you like it.

As long as you like it.

But I'd told you our company pays

on death from natural causes

accidents and murder

but not on suicide.

And I told you, mister

Wilson, that it's not suicide.

I read what the papers had to say but

Johnny wouldn't kill himself.

They just won the game.

He just won his letter.

Look, don't you see?

He'd saved his money

to buy the Jones farm.

He and Effie were gonna get married

right after graduation.

No Johnny wouldn't kill himself.

He had too much to live for.

And I suppose you're inferring

he was murdered.

That's just what I mean.

Then you'd better go see

the prosecuting attorney.

I'm going to lunch.

And he's on a diet.

But I can't figure out who

would wanna kill Johnny.

Don't look at me. We just prosecute

crimes. We don't commit them.

Look here. As a prosecuting attorney, I

appreciate your professional interest.

But everything's been taken care of.

Why don't you go on back home

and forget it?

Your clients will need you.

Nothing to collect around my office.

But dust.

This is my first case.

Besides there's more to

it than just business.

You see, Johnny and I were sorta like

brothers.

His mother she feels mighty bad

thinking Johnny got in a

mess and killed himself.

So I figure to stay around till I can

prove it was murder.

I suggest if you feel there's

something crooked about this case,

that you see Cameron.

He took a personal interest in it.

Cameron?

That's all I heard

since I hit this city.

Who is this Cameron?

Know who wrote the Bible?

Well there's been conflicting reports.

Here you are, Mr. Hollister.

Cameron's little furnished walk-up.

Thanks, Elmer.

If you ever come to Spring Valley,

look me up.

There I'm a man about town.

Small town.

Hey, gardener, here's your load.

How do you-.

Miss Sabra isn't 60.

She doesn't need supports.

It seems Miss Sabra it doesn't need any.

I caught her on the first bounce.

Turnabout is fair play, chum.

Magazines the mailman just handed me.

- I uh...

- We don't want any magazines.

And I don't care if you

ever get through college.

Aunt Terry said she'd rather face the

Germans than election in this city.

Or electing France. Mr. Cooper?

Not three years and my favorite

father's son..

My darling.

I know it isn't polite to barge

in on you like this when

you haven't been invited.

But as one Cameron to another,

if you wait around for invitations

you don't get anywhere.

Looks as though I've suddenly got

a smart young lady on my hands.

If you've been on your own as

much as I have, you have to be.

- Sabra, I...

- I wanted to come back before.

And yet...

it was like

like when you remember

a place you used to love.

Well, you had fun.

You wanna go back and yet

but you're afraid to because

things might have changed.

My barber says I've changed.

I had three less hairs this morning.

Well I'm not worried about my father.

Somehow you're all Boss Cameron now.

Maybe I should've stayed

with Aunt Harriet.

You don't mind my being here, do you?

Do you?

Terribly.

You're like that first breath of

spring the poets write about.

And that sulfur and molasses

tonic your mother talked about.

And made me take.

You've trying to flatter me.

I like that.

In case of emergency, break the glass.

You've changed, Sabra.

You've sort of grown-up.

You've done all right too.

You're a regular Beau Brummel.

Who's this Beau Brummel?

I know Bo Schultz and Bo Boratsky.

But I don't know no Beau Brummel.

Pardon me, sir.

Will you please send my mail

to the butler, sir?

What's this?

My resignation, sir.

Where was the fight?

At the door.

There's a Mr. Lynn Hollister

in the library.

He said not to hurry.

Just so he gets back to Spring Valley

in time to color his Easter eggs.

Spring Valley?

That jack rig.

Slim says he's in town.

But I didn't think he'd have

nerve enough to show here.

What is all this?

Who's George's pugilistic friend?

Oh a big fella. A little lawyer.

Not just some rube trying to

put the beat on your father for a job.

Don't tell me you're still being

bothered by every Tom Hick and Harry.

Everybody has to start by knocking on

some door.

But they don't have to break them down.

Look.

Kid's against us.

A new sable.

I'll not only get him out of house

but send him back to Spring Valley.

I'll take that bet.

Sorry this is a family affair.

As head of my family

I'll take care of Mr. Hollister.

Now darling.

He may be a sensation in the

conference.

But you don't need brains

under soft lights.

Now you just relax.

And watch second-generation

Cameron go to work.

Morrie.

Try a cigar from that box.

You know I don't smoke.

I said have a cigar.

I get it.

What the-

Oh.

You derailed them.

Sorry. I only wanted to make you detour.

Well, I thought it was that

anti-social butler, ma'am.

Miss.

Sabra Cameron and I'll call you Lynn.

Sure got introduced in a hurry.

I must look awfully silly down here.

Yes you do.

Well, I'll get up.

You and father should get together.

Well that was my idea.

This is not only his hobby

but his pride and joy.

Way back somewhere he started

out to be an engineer but-

Yeah?

Well I wanted to be one too but

somebody willed mama a

set of law books so.

I took up law.

You know uh...

You're just what I expected.

You got me there.

I didn't know what to expect.

Jimmy told me all about you.

Jimmy?

Yes he's always falling off

those polo ponies of his.

It is sweet of you to take

me out for him tonight.

Me?

Well there must be some mistake.

I know a Jimmy back home.

But he wouldn't be falling

off any polo ponies.

Because all he's got as an old car with

a lotta

corny wise cracks written all over it.

No I came to see your father.

While personally I'd like to

be the other fella, I'm not.

Dear father isn't home.

My blind date must be so blind

he can't even see the house.

Well, I guess that leaves me a damsel in

distress

I'd like to take you where you

wanna go.

Oh I wouldn't want you to do that.

It seems a shame to let you sit here

alone when you're so all dressed up.

Oh just a little something that Cat

Reilly threw together between errands.

For a lady under fire,

she didn't do bad.

- My wrap please, George.

- Yes, ma'am.

Shall we go?

Well I hope you don't mind my getup.

Oh no.

I almost had a tux made on purpose once.

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