When Strangers Marry Page #4

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Well, there's a car leaving for Louisville.

Tonight?

Should have been here 20 minutes ago.

Is there room for two?

Two?

My husband and I.

That'll be $10 apiece.

Don't I get any tickets?

There ain't no tickets.

Just take a seat till the car gets here.

Thank you.

That's good.

Sit down.

How many for Louisville?

The mother, him and them two.

Let's go.

Stop the car!

Keep driving and don't stop.

He's won! He's won!

The champ's here. Hooray for the champ.

What a fight. One more round

and he'd have killed him.

He sure would, but that was really

a tough one.

When are you gonna pick a winner?

Well, maybe next time. Who knows?

Your luck can't hold out that long.

probably won't ever be a next time.

Hello.

I... I'm looking for a room.

What do you want?

I'm looking for a room.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Right this way.

Well?

How much is it?

Any luggage?

My bags are at the depot.

Then you have to pay a week in advance.

That's $5.

No cooking.

We'll be safe here overnight, anyway.

It's not a pretty story, is it?

You better lie down.

Get some rest.

Millie...

there's something I've got to tell you.

Tell me in the morning, darling.

No, I've got to tell you now.

You know, it's funny...

how things work out sometimes,

isn't it?

How everything...

well, sometimes things completely

change in a single night.

You go along for years batting

your brains out for $50 a week...

and that $50 seems like...

well, just about the most important thing

in the world to you.

And then, suddenly...

you meet a guy that carries...

Ten grand. I carry ten times that much

without losing a dime.

I don't believe in banks, you see?

I tried it once.

$10,000, Millie.

$10,000.

And there it was, lying on the floor.

Right in front of me.

I was worried about your coming

to New York.

I was worried about how

I was gonna take care of you

how we'd make out together.

It didn't seem right that a man like

that should have all that money.

Then I... may have wanted his money...

But...

I didn't kill him.

Paul.

I didn't, Millie, I didn't kill him.

Why did you hide?

Who'd believe me?

What are they doing to him?

I... I don't know.

Will you let me see him?

I ain't got no say here.

Aren't you a detective?

No, I'm only a bartender.

You're Jacob Houser.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Baxter.

All I did was tell them the truth.

I'm not blaming you.

You been married long?

Five weeks tomorrow.

Mrs. Baxter.

You can go.

Can't I see him?

Not right now.

Well, when?

Tomorrow, maybe.

Excuse me.

Good evening.

Good evening, is Mr. Graham in?

He's on the roof garden.

Shall I connect you?

No, no, I'll go up.

Mrs. Baxter...

Yes?

A letter for you.

Letter?

Yes, forwarded from Grantsville.

Oh, Fred's letter.

Roof garden, please.

Well, how did things go?

I couldn't see him.

Too windy for you up here?

No.

Oh, your letter came.

Let me have it.

Let me read it.

No, you don't want to know...

Oh, please.

Hotel Phladelphia.

That present.

It was a pair of silk stockings.

You never sent them.

You were in the Hotel Philadelphia

that night.

The night Prescott was...

Fred.

You.

Now I understand.

You weren't trying to find Paul for me

but for the police.

That's why you took me to Lieutenant Blake

instead of the Missing Persons Bureau.

Now I know why you stopped me

from telling Blake I'd found Paul.

You wanted this letter...

You had to get hold of it before

I found out what had happened in Philadelphia.

Don't you see?

He did it, not Paul.

I'll have to have more

than your word for it, Mrs. Baxter.

But the stocking, that letter.

There's no mention here of any stockings.

It just says here er...

"...that present I promised you".

It doesn't mean a thing.

There must be some way I can prove it.

Something we can do...

We haven't found the money yet.

Don't be too hopeful.

Have a car ready.

There's no use in your waiting.

You go on home.

If there's anything, I'll call you.

Well, come in, Lieutenant,

I've been expecting you.

Wait here.

Mr. Graham, did you promise Mrs. Baxter

a pair of silk stockings?

Yes, I did.

But I... couldn't get them.

What about your letter?

Well, I got her something else instead.

It was sort of supposed to be a surprise.

May I see it?

Sure.

Do you mind if we search the room?

Go ahead. If you find $10,000,

I'll split it with you.

Come in, boys.

Shall we wait in the hall?

I don't like this any more than you,

Mr. Graham,

but we have to follow up every lead.

Oh, I understand.

You know, you'd be surprised how

much it takes to convict a murderer.

You have a jury of about 12

ordinary people.

They've never even seen a murderer.

They expect some wild-eyed maniac

with blood in his hands.

When you show them someone

who looks the same as they...

they just don't believe you.

That's why we have to clear up

all the loose ends...

so it's airtight.

Am I keeping you from something?

I'd like to catch the 11:15,

I'm due in Atlanta on Thursday.

You'll make it.

You take that Albert Foster.

I showed you his picture.

Did we have a time convicting him.

And with four bodies to show, too.

There was one little lady on the jury

who tied up the verdict for six days

just because she couldn't believe a man

with such a sweet smile was a killer.

Then there was Professor...

Professor...

Stanley.

Remember him?

Sure.

Sure? Sure what?

You were telling me about

Albert Foster.

I'd finished about Albert Foster.

I was talking about Professor Stanley.

Tell me about him, I'd like to hear it.

You're not interested.

Sure, I am. Tell me.

Forget it.

Say, do you remember that woman who poisoned

her six husbands for their insurance?

What was her name? Goldsmith,

Emma Goldsmith.

And the man in the case, the chauffeur,

wasn't it, they...

collected over $100,000.

They would have gotten away with it,

too, if it hadn't been for Emma Goldsmith...

Borden. Emma Borden.

No, It was Goldsmith.

You're thinking of somebody else

This was Goldsmith, I...

I remember distinctly, I know a buyer

in Miami named Goldsmith.

Herbert Goldsmith. I thought about him

as soon as I read about the case.

Took me up to his house one time.

He's got a beautiful house on the hill

overlooking the ocean

There are no hills in Miami.

No, that's right, he didn't live in Miami.

He lived just outside.

You oughta see the house.

The most beautiful view you've ever seen.

Fifteen rooms and a garden that...

Shut up!

Hold him.

Do you have a letter there addressed

to Fred Graham, Atlanta, Georgia?

Fred Graham?

Fred Graham.

Abercrombie.

Johnson.

Kirtch.

Excuse me, please.

Pardon me. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Come in.

Excuse me, folks, but...

the train's crowded. I wonder if

a young lady could sit here for a spell.

Bring her in.

Thank you, sir.

This way, please.

I was just married, too.

Pardon me.

Tell us all about it, my dear.

Well, I was working in a restaurant and...

he came in one day.

And so he said he liked me and...

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