He Walked by Night Page #4

- That's very close.

- Yes, that's the way his forehead looked.

It was broad and high.

All right, hold that slide.

On the next series of slides,

we'll take into account his eyes.

One minute, please, wait.

His eyes were a little like that.

Maybe a little smaller, like beads.

Go on, Lee.

Now you've got it.

Hold that slide, Lee. Anyone else?

That looks like him, only a little madder.

He had a patch over one eye when he came

into my dive, my place of business.

I remember noticing

the one showing was blue.

The guy who stuck me up

had on horn-rimmed glasses.

He was wearing a Band-Aid across his nose

when he knocked me over.

All right. Hold that, Lee.

So much for the eyes.

Go ahead.

- Seor Capitn!

- Yes, Miss Montalvo?

Like that, Captain, but more snub, wider.

Try another one, Lee.

- She says that's about it.

- Thank you very much, Miss Montalvo.

Get Reeves.

- Any more comments?

- That's pretty close, all right.

- Pretty close.

- Perfect.

All right.

Now we'll start on the mouth and chin.

The next series, Lee.

I think his lower lip stuck out more.

The mouth was thin and mean,

like it never laughed.

Go ahead.

Something like that, but thicker lips.

There, that's it. That's him.

All right. Hold that right there, Lee.

Come in, Mr. Reeves.

- Good evening, Captain.

- Did you ever see that face before?

It's Roy.

Except for the hair being a little lighter

and the eyebrows heavier, it's Roy.

- You're sure?

- I'm positive. I'd know him anywhere.

Lee, I want a retouched photograph.

Lighten the hair,

and give more body to the eyebrows.

- Right.

- Lights.

That's all. Thank you very much.

You've been a great help.

It's positively amazing

how you found out what he looks like.

We're looking

for an amazing criminal, Mrs. Johnson.

- Thank you and good night.

- Good night, Captain.

And so the face of the unknown killer,

built up from fragments of evidence...

was sent out all over the country...

to chiefs of police, sheriffs,

county constables, and county jailers...

to the wardens of prisons...

to all postmasters and postal inspectors...

to the agents of the Treasury Department...

to the FBI.

They showed that picture

to the inmates of jails and prisons...

to men with a wide acquaintance among

the cat burglars and the violence boys.

Informers, con men,

and sharpshooters were quizzed...

those on the fringe of crime,

and those deep in the rackets.

Many wanted to help. Nobody could.

No one in the underworld

recognized that mysterious face.

He was as unknown

as if he had lived in the 16th century.

Listen carefully, Reeves.

Control yourself.

I know you're alone in the house.

Act like you're alone.

The cops are watching

every move you make.

The police? Here?

They got you staked out like a muskrat hide.

Watching you around the clock.

Here, at your plant, tailing your car.

Sit in that chair.

Pick up three books.

Don't look up, and don't answer me.

All right.

Glance at the books.

Pick one of them.

Okay. That's the book you want to read

before you go to bed.

Now, get up and turn off the lamp.

Come here.

Go in the den.

Pull those drapes tight.

Now get away from them.

What do the cops know about me?

Not very much, Roy.

No fingerprints. They haven't even got

a picture of you. They're trying to make one.

How much cash you got in the house?

None. I never keep any cash in the house.

It isn't good business.

I suppose you think it was good business,

letting me walk into that trap.

Don't do anything you'll regret.

Listen to me.

It isn't too late. Give yourself up.

Come to your senses

before you kill someone else.

What do you mean, "someone else"?

- What do you mean?

- Nothing, I...

The two officers...

They said one of them might die.

He's still alive, isn't he?

I never thought you'd stooge for the police.

You almost got me killed.

You know the police are right outside.

You'd never get away with it.

That's right.

Now you're being sensible.

- I know there's money here. Where is it?

- Don't, Roy. I'll get it.

It's not enough. The stuff

you've got of mine is worth thousands.

I'll get more.

Get it. Keep it handy.

I'll be back next week or next month,

but get it.

- Have it ready.

- Just give me time.

I don't want policemen outside my house,

following me around.

That's what made Roy suspicious.

- I'm leaving in the morning.

- I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Paul.

Unfortunately, you're our bait.

I won't do it. I've done enough.

Look, no one's done enough

until we find this killer.

I asked you to keep

a sharp lookout on this house, Marty.

I did. Two of the best undercover men

of the department were assigned here.

That didn't keep Martin from getting in.

What's the matter, you tired?

You got any idea

how long you've been on this case, Marty?

Months. Long enough to have

come up with something by this time.

You know any more about the Rowlins killer

than you knew the first week?

That he's about the toughest nut

I've ever had to crack.

That's what I told the Chief when he called

to know why the case hadn't been broken.

Look, Captain,

Rowlins was a friend of mine.

So is Chuck.

I've got a bigger stake in this

than the Chief knows.

I'm doing everything I can.

I'm afraid it's not enough, Marty.

Maybe you're too close to it to see it clearly.

Maybe it needs a fresh team,

a new viewpoint.

I think you better take

a couple of weeks off, starting tomorrow.

Anything you say, Captain.

Hi, Marty.

- Hi, Chuck.

- Meet Miss Scanlon, my new bodyguard.

- He's the one I've been telling you about.

- The one with the steel-trap brain?

- How do you do?

- Hello.

- This guy been behaving?

- After a fashion.

She takes me out in my go-cart,

puts me to bed, wakes me up, dresses me.

You're perfectly capable

of dressing yourself now, Mr. Jones.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

How's it been going, junior?

Pretty good, Chuck.

Is that why you're off the case?

- How do you know?

- Breen was in to see me this morning.

I guess he also told you

they put a new team on the case.

- He told me everything.

- Let's see what his new boys dig up.

Maybe they'll examine the facts of the case

a little more carefully.

What facts? When a man's sharp,

and intelligent, and works alone?

He has no record, leaves no fingerprint,

knows every move we make.

Plenty of facts, only they add up to nothing.

Sure, forget it.

You got yourself a 10-day vacation.

Go down to the beach, get a suntan.

By the time you get back,

the case will be broken.

Isn't that what you want?

- You know better.

- All I know is what I hear.

You sit there batting your gums

about how the old man let you down.

- Maybe he's trying to wake you up.

- He had a funny way of showing it.

You're flying off the handle.

Always taking things for granted.

I wish I could get up

and boot some sense into you.

- He knew what this case meant to me.

- He still does.

That's why he's trying to get you

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