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my husband.

Julie, I've got to

make you see this.

Cliff, you have

no proof of anything and I will not-

Yesterday, during that wild,

crazy ride in the car,

he very nearly

killed you, and why?

Because he was jealous.

That's why.

He didn't know

what he was doing. Don't you see?

Jealous over nothing.

What would happen if

he had real provocation.

You were in love with Bob,

you were married to Bob. Bob stood in his way.

He was jealous of Bob.

Yes, he was jealous

of Bob.

He admitted it?

He told me last night.

Cliff, don't think I haven't

been worried about this.

It's driving me crazy.

It's there, and it

won't go. Is that it?

Peggy.

Oh, hi, Lyle.

Say, was your wife off

her game this morning- but off.

Really? How about

joining us for a drink?

We'd love to.

Would you excuse us?

Julie, you've got to face it.

If Lyle did

do this thing,

and it is possible- more than possible.

You know that-

What's to stop him

from again pressing that

accelerator to the floor...

only next time,

for keeps?

Hi.

Mr. Henderson.

This is wonderful.

Lyle. How are you, Peggy?

I was just playing bridge with some friends.

Well, have one drink

with us anyway, please.

All right, just one.

I'm sure they won't

mind waiting.

Say, speaking

of waiting,

you surely kept me waiting for ages

this morning,

Julie.

I'm sure Julie

had a good excuse.

That man- he knows

how it is.

Uh, what are you

drinking, Peg?

Same as yours, please. Martini.

What is, Peggy?

Well, you know

your wife.

Golly, she bumps

into people,

and she yaks

and yaks.

You were talking

to someone?

I bumped into everybody

this morning.

I just couldn't seem

to get to the golf course.

It was

the darnedest thing.

Thanks a lot

for the drinks.

Bye, Peg.

See you later.

So long, Peg.

Darling,

I forgot my bag.

Would you get it,

please?

I'll get it.

Cliff, I can't

stand this anymore,

having these doubts

and suspicions

and whispering

behind his back.

I've got to find out.

But how?

I'm going to find out for myself,

and I'm going to find out tonight.

Julie, be careful.

Thanks, darling.

Bye-bye, Cliff.

Good-bye.

I'd listen

by the hour to Lyle practicing.

He played so beautifully.

But today there was something

strangely disturbing

about his music,

a sort of savage fury

that...

that was almost

frightening.

Gradually, as I listened

to him play,

I began evolving a plan.

It was a desperate,

last-resort measure

to learn the truth.

I wondered

if I had the courage

to go through

with this plan.

It could cost me my marriage

if Lyle were innocent.

If he were guilty...

it could cost me my life.

I lay in bed listening

to the roar of the ocean,

the slap of the spray

against the window.

I was fighting

to get up my courage.

This was it.

My heart was pounding,

but I was determined

to go on with my plan,

and I had to make it seem convincing.

Even if the words

choked in my throat,

Lyle had to

believe them.

Lyle?

Yes?

I was just

thinking about...

what you told me,

about how much

you love me.

Darling, if...

if Bob hadn't died...

what would you

have done?

Why do you ask?

If there had been

one way...

just one way...

to have gotten me...

free from Bob...

would you have done it?

Done what, Julie?

Killed him.

Do you think I'd

have gone that far?

Yes.

And still you married me.

Maybe my love for you

was just as violent

as yours for me.

I'd like to believe that,

but...

Bob committed suicide.

That was the verdict.

Yes...

that was the verdict.

Julie...

you didn't even suspect such a thing

as late as yesterday in the car.

Why do you say that?

Because if you had thought

I killed Bob to have you,

you'd never have been foolish enough

to threaten leaving me.

Then you admit

having done it?

Yes.

Yes.

Don't ever try

to leave me.

Don't ever try

to leave me.

I had to

lie there in his arms,

lie there in panic

and wait for morning to come.

I knew now that if I tried to leave him,

he'd kill me...

kill me as quickly

as he did Bob.

Oh, yet, my every impulse

was to bolt for the door, and to run for my life,

but I didn't dare. I had to bide my time, and act

like everything was normal,

but I had thought

of one idea.

It was worth a try.

Anything was worth a try.

Oh, Lyle, we're out

of eggs and cream.

Look, I'll run to the market

and I'll be right back. Right back.

Uh, don't bother, we'll eat

something else.

But you always have eggs

for breakfast,

in the morning, and besides, I like

cream in my coffee.

And I don't mind going.

Well, I'll come along

and keep you company.

Look, darling, you know, this is really stupid.

Why should we go all the way to the village

when I can go that- the next house

and borrow

whatever we need?

Are they friendly?

I'm sure they won't mind.

Wonderful. So we'll

walk a little.

Oh, but you don't have to go.

Don't you want me?

Darling, this is n

ot a very good idea,

because I'm gonna get

my feet wet if I go on.

You want me

to carry you?

I'll go back and get the coffee boiling,

and you go on. All right?

I have lots of things to do.

All right.

Sick with fright,

I put the kettle on

and started it boiling,

just in case.

Then I went to the window and watched

until Lyle went over the rise.

Now I breathed easier.

I knew I'd have a good 20 minutes

until he got back.

It only take a few seconds to

put some clothes in a bag.

It wasn't too much

of a risk.

I didn't know

what that noise was,

but it gave me a sudden feeling of panic.

All at once- my clothes-

nothing mattered.

But I had a chilling urge to get out of that

house, and get out of it fast!

I hitched

a ride into Monterey.

But I never took my eyes

off the road in back,

not for a second.

I knew that Lyle's car could loom into sight

at anytime, and I was terrified.

Thank you so much.

I'm very grateful.

That's quite

all right.

Del Monte Lodge.

Operator, would you please give me

Cliff Henderson, and hurry.

Just a minute, please.

Just a moment,

please. His line is busy.

Operator, I can't hold on any longer.

Would you please tell him

that Julie Benton called

and would he meet me

at the Monterey police

station, right away?

Thank you.

Pardon me. Please, where

is the police station?

Two blocks up,

one block over.

Do you have a back entrance I could use?

Right through

that arch.

Pardon me, please. I hate to

interrupt, but it's very urgent.

What is it, ma'am?

May I see

whoever's in charge?

Go through

that door, please.

Sergeant, this lady would

like to speak to you.

Sergeant,

I'm Mrs. Lyle Benton.

Let's use

this room in here.

Thank you.

Won't you sit down?

Now, what can I do

for you?

Sergeant, I think

I should start

at the beginning.

You see, I was married

once before,

and I lived near San

Francisco, in Palo Alto.

Yes?

Sergeant, I want

to report a murder.

Thanks, driver.

Where can I find Mrs. Lyle Benton?

Mrs. Benton?

Is there a young lady here?

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