When Strangers Marry Page #3

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and he was happy with it.

And then one day, Albert fell in love.

Cute kid.

Albert talked Dolly into marrying him.

Promised her the moon,

told her he was making big money.

In order to make good on his promises,

Albert stayed late at the store one night

when everyone had gone home.

Everyone but Albert's employer.

Mr. Simmons.

While the boss was figuring up

the day's takings

Albert sneaked up behind him

and hit him over the head with a fire axe.

He hit him three times, Mr. Graham,

splitting the skull wide open.

Then Albert grabbed the money

and left town taking Dolly with him.

Did you ever catch him?

Yes.

We caught him.

After he'd killed three more people

with the same axe.

Robert Fisk.

Herbert Cain.

Ernest Boyd.

Well, you tell a good story, Lieutenant.

I had a good reason, Mr. Graham.

I daresay you've read about

the silk stocking murder in Philadelphia.

Uh-huh.

The killer got away with $10,000.

A man who murders once for money will go on

murdering for money, like Albert Foster.

Yes, I suppose.

Where's Mrs. Baxter?

I don't know.

The desk clerk said you were

pretty friendly with her.

Are you sure you don't know

where she is?

I told you I didn't.

I haven't finished. Do you mind?

There's one more slide.

Sidney Johnson.

The friend who covered up for

Albert Foster.

Sidney told us that Albert left the store

with him at 6 o'clock.

That held us up long enough for Albert

to commit three more murders.

Good day, Mr. Graham.

Fred.

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd drop in and tell the lieutenant I find Paul.

Let's get out of here.

But...

He wanted to know

where you were living.

But didn't you tell him I found Paul?

Well, I think he wants it for

another reason.

What other reason?

What other reason?

There was some sort of trouble

in Philadelphia.

What kind of trouble.

He didn't say.

Well, whatever it is, I'm sure Paul

had nothing to do with it.

Of course he didn't.

Millie, hasn't Paul told you anything?

Well, he's worried about something, but...

he doesn't want to talk about it.

Where does Paul work?

The Anderson Shirt Company.

Oh, Anderson. They're right up the street

from us.

Listen, I'll check with them to see

if I can find anything out.

Where can I reach you tonight?

I'll call you.

Okay, Millie. Any time after eight.

Do you like it?

It was a bargain.

I know I shouldn't have, but...

Well, I can take it back.

No, keep it.

It's nice,

Do you really like it? Are you sure?

I'm sure. I really like it.

It certainly took you

a long time to find it, though.

I spent most of the time window shopping.

I ran into Fred Graham.

I didn't tell him where we lived.

Oh, here, let me.

When will you be leaving town?

Fred can hardly wait, huh?

Seriously, Paul.

Can't you take me with you?

Seriously, I can't take you with me.

Why not?

Sweetie, you know I can't drag you

all over the country...

eating in one-armed joints and sleeping

in third-rate hotels.

Can't you take me along when

you make the big cities,

like Pittsburg, Boston, Philadelphia?

That's not my territory.

But that telegram you sent me,

wasn't that from Philadelphia?

Oh, sure, I er...

wrote that between trains

passing through.

Look, let's get out of here,

have dinner and take in a movie.

All right, I'm ready. Get your coat.

Here we go.

We're getting in right at the finish.

The usher will seat you, sir.

Hello, Millie? Yeah.

I checked with the Anderson Shirt Company

They haven't got a thing against Paul.

He was one of their best men.

What do you mean was?

Well, he gave up his job a few days ago.

Yeah, that's right.

No, they can't understand why.

He just mailed them a swell bunch of orders

from stores they've been trying to get for years.

Yeah, I know them myself. They're the best

accounts in Philadelphia.

Do you have a Philadelphia paper?

No, we ain't got them.

Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

Could you look?

What date?

August 12th.

No, we ain't got that one.

Would you please look.

August 12th.

Thank you.

What'll it be?

Nothing.

Paper, Mister?

Do you have a Philadelphia paper?

August 12th.

I got your call, Millie. What's up?

Oh, yes, I know about that one.

Blake told me.

What'll it be?

Nothing.

I thought there was something wrong, but...

Nothing like this.

Hasn't he told you anything?

I didn't ask him.

You mean to tell me you made up your mind

just from reading this paper?

I found that.

All right. So he is a clothing salesman.

So are a million other guys.

He told you he wasn't in Philadelphia

the other day

and I found out that he was.

But he was in the hotel.

Yes, but when? I've carried match folders

around with me for months.

He changed his name. Why should he do that?

There could be a hundred reasons.

I know you put each one of these little things

together and they make it airtight.

But you take each one separately...

you find a simple answer.

You think he's the man

they're looking for, don't you?

I'm going to find out.

Millie, let me have your telephone number.

I'll call you in half an hour

and see if everything's all right.

Parkview 34608.

The Windsor Apartments on 12th Street.

Apartment C.

Millie...

That letter I wrote you...

What letter?

The one I mailed to Grantsville.

The one I wrote before I knew

you were married.

I'll call you in half an hour.

Murderer.

I'll tell you what he is in one guess.

He's a murderer.

Murderer.

He's a murderer, he's a murderer,

he's a murderer...

A murderer.

Murderer.

Murderer.

Is your headache any better?

Couldn't figure out what happened to you.

I bought a paper.

A Philadelphia paper.

Haven't you anything to say?

Haven't you anything to say?

Just going away.

On another business trip.

No. For good.

Hello.

Yes. Yes, I'll do that.

The call was for you.

He said he'd call back.

Paul.

Where is he?

I don't know.

I'm trying to keep you out of this,

Mrs. Baxter.

I'm not asking you to help us,

but...

don't help him.

There's something you can do.

Thank you, Mrs. Baxter.

Why did you come back?

I never got out.

You can't stay here.

Yes, I know.

I won't get you into any

further trouble.

I wasn't thinking of myself.

You said that as though

you meant it.

I do.

Where are you going?

What's the difference?

I wouldn't ask if I didn't care.

They're still out there.

You'd better go now.

I'll meet you at 7th and Bleeker.

Go ahead. They won't stop you.

Good evening.

The guy we want.

We can always spot him.

Just find this guy Baxter.

Millie.

Oh, Paul.

Were you followed?

No.

You know, they're not so dumb.

They figured it would be easier

to spot us together.

Do you want to go on alone?

No.

How did you know that they wouldn't

follow me?

When Blake asked for your photograph

I gave them the one on the mantlepiece.

What time does the car leave

for Dallas?

There ain't no car

leaving for Dallas tonight.

Is there any car leaving tonight?

For where?

Anywhere.

On the way to Dallas.

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