No Man of Her Own Page #7

as any man can love his mother.

But when I married you,

I said, "Forsaking all others."

And I meant it.

Bill, please,

don't give it to them.

- Mr. Harkness?

- Yes?

I'd like to speak

to Mrs. Harkness.

Come in.

Mrs. Patrice Harkness.

I'm Patrice Harkness.

You recognize this check?

Yes.

Would you mind telling us

what it was for?

He was hounding her to collect

a debt of my brother's.

She paid it. Why?

Steve Morley was found murdered

three months ago

on a railroad ditch

about 200 miles from here.

We had a hard time finding out

who he was at first,

but he finally connected up

with a room over on 8th Street.

The landlord identified him.

We'd about given up

when this check turned up

and broke the case,

Mrs. Harkness.

She had nothing to do

with his death.

My--

He's wrong.

I did kill Stephen Morley.

Pat.

I went to his room.

He was lying on the bed, I--

I shot him.

I see.

You speak to him first?

I told him to get up.

Did he answer you?

No. He just stared

at me.

Well, that clears up

a couple of things

we've been puzzling about.

What kind of a gun did you use?

A .38.

We found a bullet from a .38

in the mattress.

But Morley was killed

by a .32.

We got the gun.

Raided a gambling joint

and found this check

and a .32

on one of the shills.

Finally broke down

and made a full confession.

Out in the car now.

Come down to the DA's office

tomorrow morning 10 o'clock.

Both of you.

You can make full statements

of your part in this case then.

In the meantime,

don't try to leave town.

Good night.

Oh, Bill.

Bill.

You know, from what we've

dug up about this Morley,

he must have made a lot

of people wanna kill him.

He was quite a guy.

He was a skunk.

You ought to know, sister.

You killed him.

The house we live in

is so beautiful.

What stood between us

is gone now.

Whatever comes,

we can face together.

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