While the City Sleeps Page #3

Oh, yeah, Mr. Mobley.

Oh, get Gerald Meade for me.

Get him out of bed

- Anybody's bed.

Mr. Mobley, you're real George.

Gerald...

that Felton girl who was murdered-

Did she have a button lock on her door?

Yeah.

Why are you so interested?

Oh, I'm an employee of the society

For the protection of virtuous maidens.

You ought to get a

chain lock on that door.

Aw...

Nancy's mad.

Too mad to offer a drink?

If you want one, fix it yourself.

You're darn right Nancy's mad!

Well, that's a fine way

for my future bride to be.

Oh, you don't want a bride.

What you want is an

illiterate common-Law woman.

Fix you a drink?

No, I don't want to get drunk with you.

Something else you'd prefer?

That Mildred Donner is

more your type. Try her.

Don't you sit there and

tell me who's my type.

Du verstehst?

You're my type.

Hey, let me tell you

just a little bit more.

Ed loves Nancy very dearly...

very much.

Ed wants to marry Nancy.

You only say that when you've had a few.

Want me to put it in writing?

How convenient.

The great reporter has no pencil.

And a darn good reporter, too.

And a darn good man...

a man with great kindness-

Maybe too much, because

it dampens ambition.

"Ambition"?

If you mean by that,

I should join the race, uh-Uh.

You watch, Nancy.

They'll all break

down-All three of them.

Maybe one won't.

Which one?

The reporter-Editor of the sentinel

But, still at heart, a reporter...

the one who offered

me nothing for myself-

A good offer

- The offer of a friend.

Then don't you think

you ought to help him?

Nobody ever helped me.

Now, you know that isn't true!

Amos Kyne did and Griffith would...

and I would.

I'd do anything you asked me.

You better stick to your

friend. He's your type.

You're my type.

Shall we phone my mother and father?

And ask them if you should marry

A reporter without a pencil?

To tell them I'm going to.

Oh, what do you know!

Is that your boss calling?

Does he usually call

at 3:
00 in the morning?

Every night.

Hello?

Yes.

Just a moment.

It's for you.

Yes?

Listen, Ed,

You're a real good pal of

lieutenant Kaufman's, aren't you?

Burt? We went to the

same school together,

Fought together, dated Janice behind

The saxophones in her

father's hockshop. Why?

They've got somebody, ed.

"Who"? How would I know?

Donald duck!

The cops won't say,

But Kaufman will meet

you at headquarters.

Congratulate me, Jon.

I'm engaged.

What do I care, you're engaged!

Now, do me a favor,

please, and get over there!

What?

I already sent Meade,

And where do you think I located him?

In Loving's apartment.

Ed, stick with me!

But it's morning, so it's tuesday

- my day off!

Are you my friend or not?

All right.

I'll handle it just this

one time, but that's all.

Ask me, all things considered,

It's just as well.

Hey, what are they doin' in there?

Maybe some photographs,

Maybe they're questioning already.

Lt. Kaufman is expecting me

- Ed Mobley.

Hi, Gerald.

Hiya.

Hello, Burt.

Where were you?

Getting engaged.

No fooling.

Poor Nancy.

Who have they got, Burt?

The janitor of the girl's building,

But you can't use it

before a general release.

He's in questioning.

Any chance of having a listen?

Under the same conditions. Agreed?

Sure.

Man:
she was killed with your wrench.

Why do you lie to us, Pilsky?

I don't lie.

Yes, you do.

You told us that you went

To Judith Felton's apartment

at 9:
00 and found her dead.

But the people at the drugstore tell us

That a package was delivered

to Judith Felton's at 8:00,

That you opened the door

and took the package.

Is that right?

Yes... I lied.

I:

- I was frightened.

Then you do admit

That you were in the

Felton apartment at 8:00.

Y- Y-Yes. But

I don't kill!

I leave her when she take bath.

When I come back, I find her dead.

If you went away and came back, George,

How did you get into her apartment?

I use pass key.

The door was locked, then, huh?

Yes.

Did anyone else in the

building have a pass key?

No.

Are you trying to tell us

That somebody walked

through a locked door

And killed miss Felton?

I tell truth.

I don't kill her. I find her dead.

All right, Pilsky.

We're gonna start all

over from the beginning.

Hmmm!

Sun's coming up.

Not for that old boy.

He didn't do it. You know he didn't.

4 days and no results.

Somebody had to be hauled

in for the howling public.

Or the crime commission.

But you'll let him go

before the day's over.

What makes you so sure?

The evidence against him

is just too pat to be true.

Use your phone?

Not for publication.

Hello?

Ed?

Yeah.

The janitor.

If that old boy did it,

I'll sit on the hot seat for him.

Keep Meade on it. I'm gonna

go home and get some sleep.

Your pin-Ups?

Yeah.

All very murdered.

I was just looking for possible points

Of comparison with this Felton case.

Look for a young guy, Burt.

Now you're guessing.

Pre-Meditated murder

By a psycho, and not his first.

He didn't leave any fingerprints.

So he wore gloves.

Anyone who leaves fingerprints nowadays,

Even on his first

homicide, can't even read!

You know how much stuff

is written and published

For the instruction of

potential lawbreakers?

Take the so-Called comic books.

Sold to kids of all

ages, in drugstores and-

Why do you say this killer is young?

The lipstick bit.

There's nothing new about

that. Several years ago-

I know, I know.

What was it? "Catch me,

I can't control myself"?

This one only changed

the lyrics. "Ask mother. "

He's a mama's boy unless I'm mistaken.

Well, the message may have been a blind.

I think it's an impertinence.

He's laughing at the

police by leaving clues

But no fingerprints.

Keep on talking.

In the old days, before you

were above writing about crime,

You and I used to be

pretty good together.

What do you think of the

dresser drawers found open?

We searched the janitor's

room. We didn't find anything.

Of course, we don't know

that anything was stolen.

Kaufman.

Homicide.

Details?

Female...

white...

21...

unmarried...

schoolteacher...

strangled...

3:
00 this morning.

Man:
he entered through

the bedroom window.

Oh?

Do we have any lipstick?

Lipstick?

This joker's much too clever

Ever to leave lipstick again, Burt.

She got her hands in his hair.

We took a couple strands

From underneath her fingernails.

That's good.

Anything?

No, he must have used gloves.

He left the book here deliberately,

To laugh at you, Burt.

And every time, he'll

leave a different clue.

Look, sergeant,

I've been here over 9

hours and all I've got

Is what every other

reporter in town has,

A general release on the Felton murder.

Tim,

You and I have been

friends for a long time.

I need something special,

Something for myself.

Is this case any good against Pilsky?

Mm-Hmm. Pretty good.

Be specific, Tim. I won't forget you.

Well,

If I was to tell you

why we picked Pilsky up-

Yeah, why, why?

You wouldn't say where

you got it, promise?

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