Black Friday Page #3

But I will not stop

my experiments.

I must find out where the

Cannon money is hidden.

All ready, George?

Oh, miss.

Yes, sir?

I wonder if

you'd be kind enough

to open my friend's door

for me.

I'm a little worried

about him.

He hasn't been very well.

Yes, sir.

I ain't been feeling

so well myself, lately.

Evidently,

my friend has gone out.

Well, you can wait for me.

Your hat, sir?

No, thank you.

I was here the other night

with a friend.

The rather middle-aged

gentleman?

That's right.

Has he been here tonight?

I don't think so.

Well, wait a minute,

there was a gentleman

that looked like him

at the bar.

At the bar?

Oh, no, no.

Uh, on second thought, it

couldn't have been your friend.

And besides, that man left

a little while ago, sir.

I don't think Sunny

was pleased to see us.

Why are we wastin' time

foolin' around here?

Didn't you see that newspaper

picture of Devore's battered body?

So maybe that killer's

after us too.

A good deduction.

But who would want us dead

except some friend of Red's?

And who would know

about Red Cannon's friends

better than Sunny?

That's right.

Tell your nerves

to stop doin' nip-ups.

Marnay will handle this.

You will handle this, Kane.

I've seen you trying

to take Red's place here.

Go on.

I didn't have any part

in Devore's killing.

Nobody said you did.

Then everything

is just lovely.

I'd like to see you at your

apartment after you're through.

Maybe if we put together

what you know about Red

and what I know,

it will add up to some money.

Say, if I knew anything

about a half a million bucks,

do you think

I'd be working in this joint?

We'll go over all that later.

Like it?

Sure.

It's yours

tonight.

Hey, what is this?

Get out of my car.

What do you want?

You ought not to

have to think very hard

after what happened to Devore.

Who are you?

Hello, Bill.

Who is it?

"Who is it"

sent you that money

to get out of that trouble

in Chicago.

Red?

You're alive?

Well... Yes.

I'll be right up.

Red.

Well, of all the...

Don't speak.

Don't even move.

Just let me look at you.

It's great to be back, Sunny.

Why did you

move the piano?

You know I always liked it

in that corner.

How do you know about that?

Surely you didn't think I'd

forget in two short months?

Are there any cigarettes

in the drawer?

Yes.

You look good, darling.

Come on,

let's have a drink.

Nothing touched, eh?

Good girl.

Well, here we are.

How do you like

the trimmings?

Let me put it on.

How did you get it?

Just picked it up.

Well, you don't seem

very glad to see me.

You're afraid.

What are you afraid of?

Well, I'm not afraid.

Red Cannon must be jumping

with joy in his grave

the way his boys

are getting knocked off.

All right, boys.

Now about the Devore

and Kane murders,

you know, they were

both Cannon's men.

We've always believed

his own gang was responsible

for Red's death.

Can some friend of his be

systematically killing off his murderers?

A dead gangster

has no friends.

I want you to go out

and find Marnay and Miller.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

Take a couple of men

with you

and check

the Ritz Manor apartments.

You're sure this is

Marnay's apartment?

Well, good afternoon.

I'm sorry, but Mr. Marnay

is not at home.

Do you mind

if we wait for him?

Not at all.

Are you a friend

of Mr. Marnay?

In a way. I'm just waiting

till he comes back.

Who are you?

What?

We're from

police headquarters.

Oh, I see.

My name is Kingsley.

I'm a professor of English at

the University of Newcastle.

From Newcastle?

Yes.

You're the professor who was hit

the time Red Cannon was killed?

That's right.

What business could you have

with Marnay?

You better come along with us

and explain that to the DA.

Good morning, Sunny.

Marnay.

What's the matter?

Aren't we welcome?

So Kane was here last night.

Well, I, uh, had a date with

him, but he didn't show up.

The police found his body

this morning, strangled.

Yeah, and his back was broken,

just like Devore's.

I don't know anything

about it.

No? If Kane wasn't here

where did you get that watch?

Well, I expected him, but somebody

else came and gave me the watch.

Who?

He said he was Red Cannon.

What did he drive up in,

a hearse?

Try again, and be

a little more believable.

Red was here. Look.

Red always killed

his cigarettes this way.

Now you've got to be alive

to do that.

Red's been dead

since two months.

That's what I thought.

But last night

this man came here.

He didn't look

like Red, but...

This is the first thing he did

when he came in.

He knew everything

that only Red knew.

He even acted

and talked like Red.

Probably somebody

Red coached carefully.

Somebody from that hick town who

got close to him before he died.

If he knows so much, he may

know where Red hid the money.

That would be his payoff.

He gets Red's money

for killing all of us.

Where does he live?

I suppose you are going to say

"Room 505 at the Midtown"...

Who left these matches here?

Ask Devore and Kane.

Thank you.

Um, any word

of Prof. Kingsley?

Nothing, Doctor.

Hmm.

Dad.

Margaret was so worried,

we talked it over and decided

to come on to New York.

Ernest, I just have to

see George. Where is he?

Well, he's out.

I... I don't quite know where.

But I... I thought

you were always with him.

I'm afraid, you're not going

to like this, Margaret,

but I'm going to be

quite blunt with you.

When George was convalescing

at home,

you were a marvelous nurse.

I did what I could.

Exactly.

When he turned his head,

you adjusted the pillow.

If he reached

for a glass of water,

you were pouring it for him.

I'm sorry

I couldn't do more.

But that's just the trouble.

If you had kept it up, he would

have been a permanent invalid.

Well, why didn't you

tell me?

Naturally, I didn't want

to hurt your feelings.

And fortunately, George

himself rebelled in time.

That's why you brought him

to New York alone with you.

Of course, my dear.

He had to have a change.

Has it helped? Is he better?

Yes, he is

but we must still be careful.

Now, I suggest that you

allow him to remain here

till he's perfectly ready

to go home of his own accord.

And don't try to see him.

Oh, but I...

You and Jean go up to your

rooms and get some rest,

and take the first train out to

Newcastle in the morning, huh?

Well, if it's best for him,

all right.

Believe me, it is.

Well, there's George.

Margaret, you said

you wouldn't try to see him.

Will you take her

to her room, Jean?

But, Dad...

Jean, I assure you what I'm

doing is for his own good.

Now please believe me.

Who were the women?

Never mind that.

What's happened

to your shoulder?

I got nicked.

Who were those women?

My daughter and your wife.

My... My what?

Oh, Kingsley's, huh?

Well, get them out of here.

I don't want any dames

around here.

Let me see.

You've been shot.

Yeah. Fix it up,

will you.

How'd you get it?

The coppers shot me.

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