Mystery Street Page #6

Your husband said he didn't own a gun.

He was lying, of course.

In any case, | I will have to search the apartment.

Why, certainly, lieutenant.

Why don't you rip open the mattress? | I'm sure there's a gun there somewhere.

Grace, please.

Your husband had a checking account?

What are we looking for, lieutenant?

A check to Vivian Heldon, perhaps?

I would like to see the canceled check | for the month of May.

- Lieutenant... | - Never mind, Mother.

We must respect the law, you know?

May 4th:

Six dollars for a maternity dress.

May 15th:
9.35 for groceries.

There was a bottle of sherry in that order.

May 18th:

Fourteen dollars for infants' wear.

Never used.

Never can be used.

May 29th:
14...

Forty-eight dollars on the hospital bill.

Wait, lieutenant, | there's still two checks left.

- We're on the calendar for next week. | - Mr. Simmons, is Henry Shanway here?

- Yes. | - When do we get to see him?

- How about an interview? | - Don't hurry us, boys.

- We'll arrange those things all in good time. | - How'd you nail him?

- What were the clues? | - Ask Harvard. Thank you.

Come on in, Pete.

Gives us a break, boys. | We'll see you later.

All right.

Been with those boys for 10 minutes.

Well, we're off to the races. Both of us.

What's the matter?

There are a couple of things | I'm not sure about.

- But you're sure Shanway did it. | - Yeah, yeah.

- Trial's booked for next week. | - Yes.

You sound like you're sorry for him.

He's a murderer. | He'll have to take what's coming.

Yeah, so will his wife.

Just give me a minute | in my office, fellas.

Are you Mrs. Shanway?

Could you hold it, Mrs. Shanway?

Look up as if you were seeing | your husband.

Are you gonna stand by your husband?

Is your husband in love with Vivian Heldon?

Please take off your hat, Mrs. Shanway.

Our readers... | - Will you please leave me alone?

Fellas, that's enough for now.

You'll get a chance to talk to her later.

Is there anything I can do for you, | Mrs. Shanway?

- I know how you feel. | - Do you?

What makes you so sure he didn't do it?

- He couldn't do it. | - Yes, he could.

He could make a date with a woman.

He could get drunk with her. | He could take her riding in his car.

All while you were in the hospital.

That officer will take care of you.

Is this for Mr. Shanway?

I'm sorry.

How's everything?

Fine. Everything will be fine.

- Did you see Mr. Beckett? | - Oh, well...

Well, I checked about him, darling...

...and people say | he's really not a very good lawyer.

But did you see him?

Yes.

We don't have enough money for him, | do we?

Darling?

Yes?

About that girl.

Did you?

Well, you know I didn't kill her.

I didn't mean that.

Oh, no, darling. No, I didn't.

I made a mistake.

I made lots of mistakes, | but not that one.

Pull out.

- Hi, Pete. | - Hi.

- Still knocking down walls, huh? | - Still trying.

- How about a game? | - No, thanks, I was just working out.

- I thought your case was closed. | - So did I.

I gotta hand it to you, | you're sure right about the murder part.

Right about the murderer too.

Know you're getting fatter every day?

Can still beat you.

They say the bigger you are, | the harder you fall.

Ever see a cop who wasn't sure?

- Yeah, you. | - Yeah.

At this stage of the game?

I thought we were looking for a gun.

"Bermil. Webson.

Delwin. Judby.

Harkley, James Joshua. "

Morning.

- Mr. Harkley. | - Yes?

I'm from the Barnstable | district attorney's office.

One of my hunkies in trouble again?

All kinds of people have trouble, | Mr. Harkley.

You run along home. | We'll have that ride tomorrow.

- I can't wait, Dad. | - Don't. Tomorrow.

- Tell Mother I'll be home early. | - Okay, Dad.

- Let's go in and talk, huh? | - What about?

- Vivian Heldon. | - Who?

Oh, you mean the skeleton girl.

Yes, that's right.

- How well did you know her? | - I didn't know her at all.

I never heard of her | till I read about her in the papers.

On the seventh of this month, | around 4:30 in the afternoon...

...a phone call was made | from 317 Bunker Street to Hyannis 3633...

...your home phone. Who was it?

- Well, lots of people call my home. | - From 317 Bunker Street?

- I'm afraid I don't... | - That's where Vivian Heldon lived.

Let me get this straight. | Are you accusing...?

I'm only asking about a phone call, | that's all.

I'm never at home | at 4:30 in the afternoon.

You own a pistol: | .45-caliber Colt automatic.

Sorry, I'd like to oblige, but sorry...

The United States Army | charged you out with such a weapon.

- So? | - So I'd like to see it.

Is that how the girl was killed? | Forty-five?

The papers say she was choked to death.

The Army records show | you never returned your gun.

I turned it in. | Oh, yes, it was France. Yes, Metz.

Oh, I see.

You don't mind | if I take a quick look around?

I certainly do mind.

- Since when can a cop break in...? | - I brought a search warrant.

Look, when I say I haven't | got a gun, I haven't got one.

My word is as good as an affidavit.

If you wanna know about me, | ask anybody.

There was a Harkley around these parts | before there was a U.S.A.

You can ask anybody.

But from the way you talk, | you haven't been around here long.

You see that girl before? My daughter.

I've got two more. | One older, one younger.

The older one starts at Bryn Mawr | next year.

The key, please.

Thank you.

Look, I told you. I haven't got a gun.

I know you told me, Mr. Harkley.

No gun.

I suppose you wanna | search my home now.

Already been there.

You know, I'm used to respect.

- People looking up to me. | - So am I, Mr. Harkley.

And my family hasn't been in this country | for even 100 years.

Goodbye.

Oh, Jackie, | I was just coming up to see you.

I'm late for work now.

Look what I found.

I was looking in Mr. Pendor's trunk...

You remember, my late roomer, | the Shakespearean actor.

- No. | - And this was in his trunk.

I thought Shakespeare actors | used spears.

- What sort of a gun do you think it is? | - Forty-five-caliber automatic.

Oh, it might be dangerous. | Do you think it's loaded?

Not anymore.

I used to go with an MP.

What I learned about guns | and the Marines.

- Bye. | - You're so clever, dear.

I'm sorry to bother you again.

I thought if you'd try to remember...

Please, Mrs. Shanway. | I told you everything I know. I told you.

I told the police. I told the grand jury.

Why don't you let me alone?

But they're going to let my husband | take the blame.

You've got to help.

Miss Elcott...

...do you suppose Mrs. Smerrling might?

Oh, sure. | Why don't you go and have a talk with her.

You never can tell | what that old witch is thinking.

I wish I could help you. Honest.

But who am I? All right, | I don't think your husband did it.

I told that to the police. | So, what good did it do?

Now they say he shot her.

Please, Mrs. Shanway, | please don't make trouble for me.

I might lose my job.

I'm sorry. Really, I am.

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