Julie Page #4

I suppose so, but let's get out of...

Don't you see, there are only

three highways

leading

into the city.

He knew we'd have to use

one of them.

They spotted us

on the road?

And trailed us here- why not?

Lyle could have given him our description,

make and color of the car-

even the license number.

They're probably watching us now.

Probably.

Cliff, what am I going to do- go through

life running away from this man? I can't stand-

First thing

is to get our drink.

After that we'll have another

go at the police.

I'm afraid they gave you the right dope

down at Monterey.

You intend to stand-by till

Mrs. Benton is murdered? Is that it?

Well, I can understand

how you'd feel this way, Mr. Henderson,

but we're up against it. There simply

isn't any law

that will permit us

to take action

at this time.

Where's Mrs. Benton?

She's at my desk.

I want to see her.

She's pretty upset.

She's taken quite a beating on this thing.

I'll to try to spare her, as much as possible.

It's a very real

problem, believe me.

As a matter of fact, one of our men was up

against the same thing recently.

Oh, that's right- it was

about his wife.

After a lot of crazy threats her

ex-husband finally caught up with her.

What happened?

Sorry to report, it was fatal.

Pardon me, Lieutenant,

this is urgent.

So you can see

we understand

the gravity

of your predicament.

Hmm...

Surprising how many men

flip like that over a woman.

Yeah, usually it's an estranged wife

who wants no part

of the guy.

Yes, that's part

of the pattern.

Most of these

lovesick guys

would rather kill their wives

than let them go.

You know in the bay area here,

we average twoof these cases a week.

A week- that many?

Yes. Just about.

Julie, this is

Lieutenant Pringle.

Mrs. Benton.

How do you do,

Lieutenant?

Mrs. Benton, under the circumstances,

the only thing that I can suggest is

that you change your identity

and get away

from here

as quickly

as possible.

Lieutenant, I can't take

it anymore. I really can't.

Julie...

He admitted killing my husband.

He admits that he wants to kill me,

and nobody can help me

do anything!

It's fantastic!

Well, it does sound

fantastic. I'll admit that.

The truth of

the matter is,

there isn't any island of safety

for a woman

in your spot.

I'm sorry, but that's the way it is.

The trouble,

Mrs. Benton,

is that most women don't

think it can happen to them.

They stick around.

They rationalize.

Don't let her make the

mistake of staying around here.

I can give you names

of women who did- Mrs. Pauline Sutton.

She was shot at the corner of 4th

and Market Street. Remeber the headlines?

Mrs. Alice Dexter,

Mrs. Joan Summers

and her two children.

All right, Lieutenant, you've made the point.

Boy, this is really something...

Mrs. Benton comes

to the police for help,

and they frighten

the daylights out of her.

Cream and sugar

in your coffee?

I don't want anything.

Well, I assure you,

it's not pleasant for us

to sit around

with our hands tied.

But yours aren't.

Now you get her out of town.

These fellas will stop at nothing to get the woman,

They' kill anybody that gets in their way,

and they usually wind up

killing themselves, too.

All right, Lieutenant.

Julie, I'm afraid

the Lieutenant's right.

You've got to leave here.

All right.

All right.

Cliff, I'll have to go to New York and try to

get back with the airlines. It's the only solution.

Maybe you could wangle an overseas

run. I'd buy that for you.

No. I can't do that. It involves seniority.

I'll have to start with a non-sked. I don't know.

Mrs. Benton was

an airline hostess

before her first

husband died.

I'll tell you what,

Mrs. Benton...

if you'll promise to leave

on the first plane in the morning

I'll assign two men to stay

with you until you go.

Thank you

very much.

I'm not supposed to

do it, but I will.

Why don't you go home and

pack? With my men there,

you won't have anything

to worry about.

I want a couple of

men up here right away.

You still have time

to get a couple of hours rest.

Even though we

had two police officers with us,

I felt morbidly apprehensive

about returning

to our apartment

in San Francisco.

Fortunately, in spite

of our Summer home in Carmel,

we'd left most

of our things there.

I knew it was crazy, but I had

the chilling sensation

of being watched

by Lyle.

I could feel his presence.

It was ominous.

It was

strangely disturbing.

Aah!

What's up?

Better take a look.

All right.

It's coming

from the parking lot.

Somebody left a tape recorder

going in a car!

Somebody left a tape

recorder going in his car.

A wire

for Mr. Henderson.

Oh, thank you.

Lodi 8-5299.

Yeah?

Hello, Mr. Henderson. A wire

just came from Mrs. Benton.

Oh, read it to me, please.

"Is Lyle laying low or merely

not caught up with me yet?

"The suspense is nerve-wracking-

"simply impossible

- Dodge occasional San Francisco flight

"and hold job.

"Arrive 6 P.M. tonight.

"Spending night

with Denise Martin,

Havemeyer Arms,

1047 Wyton Drive. "

1047 Wyton Drive.

Go ahead.

"Your offer fly Denver

very sweet.

However,

this saves you trip. "

Look, I have to

hang up now.

Send her a message,

tell her I can't leave here before 6:00.

Well, wait a minute...

Yeah?

What'll I tell that Mr. Royston?

He keeps calling, says it's important.

See if he can make it in the morning.

Here's where

the trouble is.

Hello?

Mr. Royston?

Yes.

I just talked

to Mr. Henderson.

He could he see you tomorrow morning,

however it'd have to be early.

But I can't make it

tomorrow. That's impossible.

Well, unfortunately, Mr. Henderson

has to get right back to Lodi.

Is he, by any chance,

coming in tonight?

Yes, but he has

an appointment.

I see.

Well, could he possibly

switch that appointment?

No. You see,

it's a personal matter,

and the party is leaving

town tomorrow early.

Then perhaps he'll be

some place tonight

where I can phone him.

I'm afraid not.

I suppose I could drive to Lodi myself.

How early

is he leaving there?

I'm sure he can't leave before 6:00.

Thank you. Good-bye.

Anything for me?

Hmm... what do you know?

Special messenger,

no less.

Oh, looks like

you've got a date, too.

Yes, I have.

Uhm, Denise, would you mind very much

if I just stayed at the apartment

and then kind of scrambled him

some eggs, or something?

What? After spending

the day wet-nursing

50 characters

in a plane,

you mean you want to cook for the guy?

No. It's just that I just don't feel much

like going out tonight, that's all. Do you mind?

No. Let's face it, honey,

you've been jittery as all get out

ever since we landed.

What gives?

Oh, it's nothing. Really, it isn't.

Then how come you were

so uneasy driving over here?

You kept

looking back all the time

as though you were

scared to death.

It's just that somebody lives in this town that

I don't want to see. That's all.

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