Abbott and Costello Meet the Killer, Boris Karloff Page #8

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to find out

more about it.

But Milford couldn't have killed

Strickland. He was 400 miles away.

So he must've been working with somebody

in this hotel, a partner in the blackmail.

Casey, blackmailer. Now I know how you

can afford to smoke them 20c cigars.

You killed Strickland so he couldn't

get to Crandall who had the goods on you.

Freddie, you shouldn't talk like that.

We're cousins. We have the same blood.

Yes, and I wanna keep mine.

Milford knew Strickland was going to be

killed, so he rounded up former clients...

to have them on the scene in order to

throw suspicion in many directions. Please.

What about the memoirs? Fake. Milford

invented them to get you down here.

Strickland had

no intention of retiring.

Any lawyer that would publish a book like

that could never expect to get another client.

Pretty cute, eh? You and Milford? I

wanna tell you, I'm glad they caught you.

Please, please. Folks, see

that? He's tryin' to choke me.

He don't know his own strength.

Did you see that? Like that.

When Relia disappeared, I suspected

that he was Milford's accomplice.

But when Relia and Milford were found dead,

I knew that I had to look someplace else.

You're lookin' at him now.

Stop that!

Believe me, I'm innocent.

You're innocent? You're innocent?

Well, let me tell you somethin'!

I forgot what I was gonna say.

You lucky boy.

Why Relia was murdered is one of the

angles of this case that still puzzles me.

I have a theory. You remember the

murderer stole Relia's gun for the killing.

- Perhaps Relia found out and had to be put out of the way.

- Brilliant deduction, Melton.

You're right.

It was Casey!

He put the gun in my room so

everybody would be suspicious of me.

Why did the killer take the bodies from the

elevator and leave them in my uncle's room?

That was very obvious.

Oh, will you shut up!

You tell it to her. When Phillips

was no longer under suspicion...

the killer hoped to make Mr.

Crandall number one suspect. See?

I'm glad that's cleared up.

Now at this point...

the killer's remaining problem was to recover

the incriminating handkerchief. Handkerchief!

That's it. Casey come in here lookin' for

the handkerchief and he couldn't find it.

Clever deduction. Except

for one thing, Mr. Melton.

Casey was one of the few that knew there

was no handkerchief. Phillips burned it.

Inspector, I found what

we were looking for.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I have a confession to make.

You did it?

Oh, no, no.

I kept you here to give Sgt. Stone

a chance to go through your rooms.

There's mineral mud in the caves, so whoever

was in there would have it on their shoes.

All right, everybody. Get

back against that wall. Quick.

Don't try anything. You

can't get away. I think I can.

Are you going out that door? I am.

Aha.

That's in case

the big one didn't work.

There he is, Inspector.

Get him outta here.

I want all you folks to go down to the

Champagne Room and have some lemonade on me.

Nice work. You can have your job

back too. Thank you, Mr. Crandall.

Casey, never once did I believe

you were the murderer.

I knew it all the time. I

was usin' you as a decoy.

It's okay, kid. See you

downstairs. Okay, Casey. Nice fella.

Freddie, I wanna

congratulate you.

Without all those booby traps, we

could have never solved this murder.

Thank you. I'm gonna change out

of these wet clothes. Sure. Ohhh!

Yeeee!

This one I completely

forgot about.

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