The Woman in the Window Page #3
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- 1944
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Well, do it very thoroughly, will you?
I've read of laboratory tests
that make the fine signs of blood
that the naked eye could never see.
I can clean it.
And the scissors, you better boil them.
Something might be left
on the neck of them.
- All right.
- Is there anything else that we forgot?
His hat.
Help me with the table.
Now, when I leave here, I want you
to go over the whole place thoroughly.
Wash these glasses,
put them back on the shelf.
Get rid of these bottles.
Clean everything thoroughly.
There mustn't be one sign left
that you had any visitor tonight.
Him, me or anybody else.
Give me that paper.
I'll give you the blanket back
as soon as I've got him in the car.
They'll examine it very carefully too.
I'll clean everything. I won't go to bed
until I've cleaned every single place.
Now, put out the lights.
Go out and see.
All clear.
(THUNDER CRACKING)
Thank you.
I won't see you again, I suppose.
For both our sakes, I hope this ends
the whole thing completely and forever.
All right then, goodbye.
Goodbye.
Hey, come back here.
- What was it? A dime?
- Never mind. Here's another.
Well, it couldn't have gone far.
That's all right.
If you find it later, you can have it.
Thanks. Hey, this is a penny.
- Sorry.
- That's okay.
Well, thanks for the dime if I find it.
- Excellent port, that.
- Yes.
- William, check please.
- Yes, sir.
- This is mine tonight.
- Thank you.
Did Frank say what kept him?
Something important, I imagine.
He sounded excited.
Well, I can't quite picture Frank excited.
- Here you are, sir.
- Must have left mine.
Thank you, sir.
- Coffee in the lounge.
- Very well, sir.
He was talking
from the police commissioner's office.
Ah, there he is.
Well, shall we go back?
No, I'm not going to eat now.
I'm gonna have a drink.
- How are you, Richard?
- Fine, thank you. Account for yourself.
FRANK:
Come inside,you'll be interested in this.
Oh, Collins, get me an Old Fashioned,
will you?
Yes, sir.
- Let's go over here.
- Hot news?
Very.
But confidential for the moment.
Claude Mazard has disappeared.
- Claude Mazard?
- Yes.
MICHAEL:
But how do youmean disappeared?
Exactly what the word means.
He left Washington yesterday afternoon,
and he arrived at Penn Station last night
and from there he's literally disappeared.
(MICHAEL WHISTLES)
- Is that the promoter?
- My dear Richard, don't be vulgar.
When a promoter has promoted a colossus
like World Enterprises Incorporated,
he's no longer a promoter, he's a financier.
- Oh, yes, yes, of course. I remember now.
- We're gonna wait until...
No, not for me.
I've got an Old Fashioned coming.
Going to wait until midnight
on the odd chance he shows up.
But if he hasn't checked in by then,
we'll give it to the papers
and then watch the fireworks.
- The market?
- And how.
What did he look like? Or rather, I mean...
- What sort of fellow was he?
- MICHAEL:
A true perfect nuisance.- He was a patient of mine for a while.
- For what?
Nerves, blood pressure.
He had the most ungovernable temper
I've ever known.
He had no idea how pleased I was when
he called me a quack and stomped out.
Well, just because a man doesn't show up
for a day,
I see no reason to assume
that he's been murdered.
I didn't say he was murdered.
- ATTENDANT:
Mr. Lalor. Oh, Mr. Lalor.- Yes.
- Telephone, Mr. Lalor.
I... I don't know why I said that.
I suppose it's because
of his whole manner.
The way he talked
seemed to indicate murder,
- Violence of some kind.
- It did. That's what he's suspicious of, too.
He has an uncanny instinct
for things like that.
The old head goes up like a bird-dog's.
Yes, I can imagine he'd be pretty terrifying
once he got the scent.
You bet.
ANNOUNCER ON RADIO: 12:00
and the midnight news from station WPQ
with the courtesy of Castola Rex,
that tangy, bracing acid remedy
for that tired feeling.
But first, a word about Castola Rex.
Wise Mother Nature has balanced
the chemical contents
of the gastric juices so carefully
that heart burn, acid stomach,
resulting from over indulgence
in food and drink
can blight a person's whole outlook on life.
But why suffer when Castola Rex,
Mother Nature's own helping hand,
is available at your nearest drug store?
Try it today and everyday.
Now for the news.
The police have just announced
the mysterious disappearance
of Claude Mazard,
founder of the fabulous public utilities
empire of World Enterprises Incorporated,
under circumstances indicating foul play.
At the same time,
World Enterprises Incorporated
have offered a reward of $10,000
for any information as to his whereabouts,
dead or alive.
After checking a briefcase
at Pennsylvania Station
about 10:
30 last night...I was practicing woodcraft in the woods
just off the Bronx River Parkway extension
when I found Mr. Mazard's remains.
No, I was not scared.
If I get the reward,
I will send my younger brother
to some good college
and I will go to Harvard.
I think we can be pretty confident
about this one.
- Looks easy to you?
- Well, not exactly easy, but not too tough.
- Plenty of clues, eh?
- Some.
And the circumstances add up, so far.
For instance,
he wasn't killed in the woods, of course.
and the body taken
to the spot where it was found.
- How do you know that?
- We got the tire marks of a parked car.
That's as good as a fingerprint,
so far as the car's concerned.
But how do you know
it was the murderer's car?
FRANK:
Footprints in the same soft groundleading from the car and back to it.
Deep prints
when he was going into the wood,
carrying something heavy.
Lighter coming back, without his burden.
Not much question as to that, is there?
No, I suppose not.
We got photographs
and plaster casts of everything.
While that doesn't help us to name a man,
once we've lined up on a suspect,
there'll be a positive check on him.
Especially the shoe prints.
How's that?
Well, the print of new shoes
isn't of much use,
but these were well-worn shoes,
and from the print of a worn shoe,
about the wearer's weight, height,
length of stride,
any peculiarity of gait he may have.
- Could you tell that from these?
- Yes.
The man weighs
in the neighborhood of 160 pounds,
wears an eight shoe and is probably
of moderate circumstances.
You're rather guessing at that last,
aren't you?
No.
The shoes have been half-soled.
We have a number of bits of evidence
like that.
But the trouble with them, as you say,
is they don't offer leads.
They only offer checks,
like the kind of suit he wore.
- Do you know that too?
- Yes, and his blood.
The keen-eyed Inspector Jackson
found some on a wire fence
over which the body was dropped.
He probably scratched his hand
lifting it over.
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