Mystery Street Page #4

But then, we must not despair.

Passing away | is part of the scheme of things.

Life and death, death and life...

...and who are we to say?

By the way, who is handling the, uh...?

- Harvard Medical School. | - Oh.

Thank you.

Yes, she was a patient.

Came here the morning of May the 23rd.

Mrs. Vivian Heldon, 317 Bunker Street.

- That's the one. | - She never returned.

Probably intends on going | to some other physician to have her baby.

What?

Mrs. Heldon should have her child | sometime in December.

May I see that, doctor, please?

Hello, Pete. How's it going?

Well, we got a motive. Maybe.

Here's the list of stolen cars.

You know how many cars were stolen | that week throughout the country?

- One thousand eight hundred and eight-six. | - They can't all have been yellow Fords.

A hundred and twenty-six in New England.

What's the matter? Kind of beat?

That girl had a lot of friends | in that little black book.

Here. Take a look at this.

Watch them take to the hills now.

Twenty-four in Boston.

Say, one was a yellow Ford.

"Reported stolen May 24th. | 117 Bradford. "

- Get the rest of the dope, will you? | - Sure, sure.

Darling...

...supper's ready.

Oh, all right.

Hello. | Good evening. Is Mr. Shanway in?

- Yes. | - I'm from the police.

- Mr. Shanway reported a car stolen. | - Oh, yes, of course. Come in.

- Thank you. | - Henry, this man's from the police.

It's about our car.

This is my husband.

Lieutenant Moralas. I'm sorry to bother you, | just a routine check.

- Of course. Won't you sit down? | - Thank you.

Excuse me.

- Would you like a cup of coffee? | - Don't trouble yourself.

No trouble at all.

Funny, uh, you finding the car.

After our claim's been paid, I mean.

We're about to buy a new one.

- It hasn't been found. | - Oh?

Where was it stolen from, Mr. Shanway?

- Well, I was at the Boston Lying-In Hospital. | - Thank you.

Visiting me.

Car was parked outside. | That's the last I saw of it.

- Sugar? | - Please.

When was it stolen?

May 23rd, at night.

It was the night Grace lost her baby.

When were you in the hospital?

- I told you when... | - I asked Mrs. Shanway.

The end of May, early part of June.

I told you.

What's the trouble, officer?

Do you know a Miss Vivian Heldon?

Who?

The girl whose picture's in the paper. | You've seen it, haven't you, Mr. Shanway?

She disappeared May 23rd.

Oh, yes. Yes, I did see it.

I didn't think of her name, that's all.

Besides, what's it gotta do with me?

She left her place of work with a man. | In a yellow Ford.

Well, lots of yellow Fords around.

Only one was stolen that week.

- Maybe the one she was in wasn't stolen. | - That's right. Maybe it wasn't.

Thanks for the coffee. You're very kind.

I swear, I never saw... | - You don't have to swear.

Where do you work, Mr. Shanway?

I'm a dispatcher at the depot.

Well, good night. | As I said, I'm sorry to bother you.

Good night.

Oh, by the way...

...how did you get home | from the hospital?

I... I walked. | It was very late, so I walked.

- Good night. | - Good night.

Did you ever know her?

No.

Why are you so upset?

Oh, well, he has no right coming in here | and accusing people like that.

It's just his job.

Well, I was just thinking of my job.

I mean, how's it gonna look | if it gets in the papers and everything?

But you didn't know her, did you?

No, darling, no.

No, what I want is this:

When Mrs. Henry Shanway | was admitted to your hospital...

...and when she was discharged.

All right, I'll hold on.

- Hello, professor. | - Hello, Pete.

That sand sifting you fellas did | paid off pretty well.

We found the missing bones, all right.

One of the ribs was cracked.

- Don't know what to make of that yet. | - Hmm.

- Did you know there were extra bones? | - Why, no.

Mm-hm. Thought they might | give you a motive.

Proved to be from an unborn child.

My guess is about three months.

I was going to... Yes?

I see, nurse.

Thank you. | I was going to tell you the same news.

- How did you know? | - Undergraduate work.

Professors work with their heads, | cops work with their feet.

See this little book? Eighty-six names.

Almost all of them men. | One of them is a murderer.

It's a long shot, Pete.

I'd say murder. Yeah?

Lieutenant, Mr. Black's here. | He says he hangs outside the Grass Skirt.

Come in, Mr. Black.

This is Dr. McAdoo.

- I'll wait outside, Pete. | - My business ain't private.

Did you find him?

- Did you find him? | - Sit down, Mr. Black.

I don't wanna sit down.

I've been looking for you | ever since her picture was in the...

Listen, I've been to the police.

Fifty places, maybe, | till they tipped me right.

So I'm here. | So I wanna know, did you find him?

You told the policemen | you work outside the...

I'm a tattooist. | I work the same place she worked.

I saw her leave that night with a man.

They drove away in a car | and she never came back.

He killed her.

Now I wanna know, did you find him?

- Would you know him if we found him? | - I'd know him. I'll never forget him.

What did he look like?

Like a million other guys, | but you show him to me and I'll know him.

You might not find it so easy. | She went with a lot of men.

Miss Heldon was a good girl.

A fine person.

When she didn't come back, | I thought maybe she had a new job.

How well did you know her?

You cops.

Always suspicious.

Know her? Sure, I knew her.

I was never close enough | to smell her perfume...

...but I knew her.

I'd have been willing | to do anything for Miss Heldon.

She was beautiful.

She was sweet.

Always a nice word to me.

Find that guy. I'll know him.

You find him and show him to me...

...and I'll cram him | into the electric chair for you.

Anytime you need me, I'll be around.

Lieutenant Moralas. Who?

All right, put him on.

You know, he was probably | the only real friend Miss Heldon had.

Yes?

I know, I know, but since her picture | has been in the paper...

...five thousand people | think they saw her that night.

Where?

Cape Cod?

What's the exact address | of your diner, Mr. Jasper?

Will you be there this afternoon?

You won't leave? Fine.

Want to come along?

McADOO:
| All right. Where's Sharkey?

He's down on the Cape.

We're dragging every freshwater pond | around Lakeman's Hollow...

...to see what we can find. | - Good idea.

I thought so. Let's go, huh?

- Well, thank you, Mr. Jasper. | - You're welcome.

- Goodbye. | - Goodbye.

At least we got her this close | to the scene of the crime. Six miles.

That's about all. Those guys | must have been busy looking at the girl...

...they didn't even see the man.

- They'd know if he was quarreling with her. | - Yeah, she was calling him "honey. "

I wonder if that meant she liked you.

Find anything? | - I was coming into Boston to see you.

- They struck metal. They're grappling for it. | - Good, let's go.

- Take the line up. | - Okay.

Going up.

Hi, Pete.

"83498."

Shanway.

There's probably more stuff in there.

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