Calling Dr. Death Page #2

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Don't even know where I was.

It's horrible.

Oh, this whole thing, it's

ridiculous... Please do as I say.

We'll talk about it later.

All right, Stella.

She's in the house, Doc.

Any statement to make, Doc?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm Inspector Gregg, Doctor.

Where is she?

She's in the bedroom.

Must have been

quite a struggle.

Hello, Doc.

You don't remember me.

No.

I worked at the clinic.

Killed

with a blunt instrument.

Skull crushed.

Yeah, acid.

Maria's face,

it's horrible.

I can't recognize her.

Beautiful Maria.

Her mask destroyed.

She must have

suffered terribly.

A button.

Doctor.

I hope you'll excuse me for

questioning you at this time,

but it's important.

Did she have any enemies

that you know of?

Why, no.

There was a man with her.

The gas attendant down the way

gave us his description.

Do you know who he was?

I have no idea.

The description resembles you.

Pretty messy throwing acid

in a woman's face,

then killing her.

Motive could be jealousy.

What do you think, Doctor?

I wasn't jealous of my wife!

No offense, Doctor,

but under the circumstances,

wife, strange man,

the lodge...

If you want me for any further

questioning, you'll find me at my office.

Stella, who?

Who could have committed

such a terrible crime?

Her face!

If the motive was robbery,

why the acid?

No criminal would use...

No, only a person with a distorted

mind could have done such a thing.

The inspector said

something about jealousy.

Stella, I know

he thinks I did it.

But that's impossible.

I found this

near the body.

Why didn't you

give it to the police?

Oh, I don't know. I guess

I forgot in the excitement.

Wait a minute.

This might reveal something.

So that's where I'd been

Saturday and Sunday.

The debacle in the cabin.

I killed Maria.

Mark. Mark.

It's so clear now.

The shoelaces.

My lapse of memory.

Maria drove me to it.

My subconscious had rebelled.

Stella, I killed Maria.

Call the police.

You can't, Mark. You can't.

You can't condemn yourself

without a trial.

You've got to remember.

Think, Mark, think.

Where did you go when

you left the house Saturday?

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

Those two days

are a total blank.

I'll get it.

Hello? Yes.

You've...

Oh, but that's impossible.

What happened, Mark?

They found the man

who murdered Maria.

Yes, Inspector,

I'll be right down.

Goodbye.

I'm so happy.

It doesn't seem true.

They've captured the man.

To think that

I had almost condemned myself.

It's such a relief.

But the button,

how did it get there?

So that's the accused man.

Robert Duval, the architect.

Looks like the man I saw Maria

kiss that night in the car.

His features

are strong and clean.

He doesn't look at all

like a criminal.

It's hard to believe.

Dr. Steele,

you've got to believe me,

I didn't kill Maria.

I loved her.

Maria and I were very much in

love with each other, I thought.

There's nothing in the world

I wouldn't do for her.

Then, suddenly she began

to lie, to lead me on.

She said that she was going

to leave you.

I believed her.

And then, out at the cabin,

it turned out to be

another one of her lies.

She admitted

that she loved me,

but she refused to give up her

security, her position in society.

She was drunk.

We quarreled, and I left.

And that was the last

I saw of her.

After that, I drove all night.

The police didn't believe me.

I had no proof.

They won't give me a chance,

Dr. Steele.

You've got to help me.

I believe you.

Duval, as an individual,

I'm not interested in you.

But as a human being,

I feel it my duty to help you.

All right, Duval.

I agree with you, Doctor.

I don't think Duval is guilty,

either.

You know what I think?

What?

I think you killed your wife.

How could you do it?

Maria was so beautiful.

You robbed her of her life.

You knew my wife?

Now, Doctor,

how would I know your wife?

I'm sorry,

but he's busy.

You'll have to

make an appointment.

I've got to see him.

I'll call you when he's free.

Please.

If you give me your number,

Mrs. Duval, perhaps tomorrow.

Never mind.

What is it, Miss Madden?

Are you Dr. Steele?

This is Mrs. Duval,

Doctor.

I told her you were busy,

that I'd make an appointment.

Doctor,

I've got to see you.

Why, of course.

Now, Mrs. Duval.

Dr. Steele, I had to talk

to you. There was...

That'll be all, Miss Madden.

I'll ring if I need you.

Doctor, you've got

to help my husband.

He told me

he talked to you.

He isn't guilty.

I know he isn't.

I swear it.

I had to talk to someone.

I'm alone. You don't

know what it means to...

Go on now.

Tell me all about yourself.

We'd been married

happily 10 years.

Then he came to me one day and

told me he didn't love me anymore.

There was a woman. He

wouldn't tell me who she was.

He wanted to marry her.

I couldn't give him up, Dr.

Steele. I thought he'd get over it.

He didn't.

He started out of the house,

I ran after him.

When I got to the head

of the stairs, I stumbled.

When I woke up, I was in

the hospital, paralyzed.

I've been this way

for a year now.

Bob and I were miserable.

Saturday,

we talked things over.

He told me

he was going to the woman.

Dr. Willard, my physician, had told me

the day before I wouldn't walk again.

I didn't want to ruin

Bob's life,

having to wheel me

around like a baby.

So I told him

he could do as he pleased.

Then he came over

and kissed me

for the first time

in a long while.

He left and...

The next thing I knew,

he'd been accused of murder.

Oh, Dr. Steele,

you've got to help us.

When this is all over, we'll be

happy again. Just the two of us.

Oh, I know I'm not as

beautiful as your wife, but...

Mrs. Duval, I understand

what you've been through.

And I promise that I'll do

everything in my power to help you.

Dr. Steele, you don't know

what he means to me.

He's all I've got.

I know. You have my word.

Thank you, Dr. Steele.

I'll call you

in a day or two.

Miss Madden.

It was a pure case

of circumstantial evidence.

Duval didn't have a chance.

There are only two of us.

I'm certain he's innocent.

That leaves me the guilty one.

Not murder.

You haven't the courage.

I didn't kill Maria.

Not murder.

I didn't kill Maria.

I didn't kill Maria.

I didn't kill Maria.

Not murder.

I didn't kill Maria.

I didn't kill Maria.

I didn't kill Maria.

Stop it! Stop it!

What's the matter, Doctor?

Nerves or conscience?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I had a hunch.

I believe if you follow

a guilty man long enough,

no matter how he tries, or where

he hides, he's bound to break.

Why don't you confess?

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, you don't, huh?

You've always experimented

with life, Doctor.

You've gone beyond life,

into the brain,

the subconscious.

Pretty dangerous

invading the unknown.

You learn strange things.

You think of strange things.

I understand you even do.

Exactly what do you mean?

An innocent man

is going to die, Doctor.

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