The Cat and the Canary Page #7

Oh.

Who could've done

such a thing?

The one who

killed him.

The law can't convict you of

murder if there's no corpse.

Help me up.

Who did it?

I haven't the smokiest idea. I was just...

What became

of Crosby?

Are you sure

you don't know?

I'm not sure

of anything.

Just when I get the

whole thing figured out,

it goes and gets itself

all balled up again.

We saw Crosby fall to the floor, didn't we?

Yes. He was dead, wasn't he?

Yes.

Uh-huh.

Ah-ha!

What is it, Wally,

what is it?

How do we know

he was dead?

He was,

wasn't he?

Well, I suppose he was,

but that doesn't prove it.

I couldn't swear he was

dead, neither could you.

Could you? What are you getting at?

Maybe the whole thing was only a plant.

Maybe he was faking all

the time to frighten you

and waiting in there to wallop me.

Oh, no, Wally.

No. You don't think

much of that?

No.

Neither do I.

Oh, Charlie, did you find Hendricks?

Yes. He said the police can't

reach here until morning.

He's still waiting

for his own men.

They're lost somewhere in the bayou.

The telephone.

Either you don't know the

nearest telephone is 20 miles away

or else you should know more about

this thing than is good for you.

Who? Me?

Same place.

Why don't they

have a telephone?

People going around here

bopping each other on the head,

they need

a phone.

What is it?

Nothing, I just wanted to

make sure you were all right.

Thank you, Charlie.

I can't stand

another minute.

Oh, that's just what

they're hoping for, honey.

But you can take it. Come

on, roll with the punches.

Let's go over here by the

fireplace and relax. There.

You know,

what this party needs

is more drinks

and more laughs.

I'll tell you.

I'll bring a bottle of

Scotch from the dining room

and we'll sit around here and

drink Scotch and make wry faces.

You get it?

Scotch and rye?

Here. I don't need a

gun with jokes like that.

Look, you play Jesse James

and I'll play, well...

Well, I'll play like I'm

getting a bottle of Scotch.

Come on, relax.

All right.

Whoever it is,

speak or I'll fire.

Speak or I'll fire.

I knew it. Joyce!

Joyce!

Joyce, look here.

Wally?

Wally, where are you?

Wally?

Wally!

Joyce, I found it,

the clue. I...

Joyce.

Joyce!

Joyce!

No, you don't.

One killing

is enough.

Bringing guns and

scaring women's one thing,

murder's something else.

I'm all washed up.

Where's that necklace?

That's all I want

out of this.

Joyce!

I wouldn't do that if I were you, Charlie.

Charlie!

Don't move.

You robbed me

of my inheritance.

I was the old

man's favorite.

I should have

been his heir.

I am the

next heir.

Stop.

I've waited 10

years for this.

You poisoned old man

Norman's mind against me.

I've always

hated you.

And now

I've got you.

Don't come

any closer.

Don't take

another step.

Joyce! Joyce!

Wally!

Where are you, Joyce?

Joyce, are you

all right?

Yeah, she's

all right.

Oh, boy. Some fun.

Hold it. Miss Norman, tell me...

Oh, don't ask me

questions, boys.

Wally, Mr. Campbell

here, is the real hero.

Mr. Campbell, what was the clue you found?

Hold it.

You'll get a better picture of

me from a front angle, Rembrandt.

I knew all the time that whoever

killed Crosby was the second heir.

And you found the

second envelope?

I found it in the coat that

was covering Crosby's body

in the secret passage.

It was Wilder's coat.

Say, you better get

a couple of shots

of Miss Norman

and me together.

You're liable to need them very soon

for your page

of social events.

Yeah?

Congratulations.

How did you know... Do you

intend to live in your house,

Miss Norman?

No, it's

Miss Lu's now.

I'm giving

it to her.

How did you know the

Cat was Charlie Wilder?

Well, I found something earlier in

the night on the floor in the hallway.

What,

a weapon?

Patience.

You know,

I always suspected that the

Cat was wearing a make-up.

As an actor I've often used sponge rubber

in putting on a

character make-up.

So, gentlemen, when I found

this piece of sponge rubber...

Sponge rubber?

Have you got it?

Let me get a picture of it. Of course,

my good man.

Shove off.

There they go.

Why don't we get started?

Bye.

Goodbye, Joyce.

Bye, Wally.

Goodbye. Bye.

Wally. This rubber, it must

have fallen out of my coat.

It's the eraser I use

when I'm sketching.

What was that?

What did you say?

Oh, that's funny. She says

that's the eraser she...

Huh? What?

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