Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Emily.
-Please, Jake. -I've had it up to here with this thing.
-Do tell. -Yeah.
...becoming trapped in pools of thick tar...
-What is all this? -The Gunderson case.
No. I'm Dr. Beddows, the family physician.
The tar that once felled the mighty mastodon...
I know you have-- We know you have legs, Agnes.
But whatever you believe, she's in this house.
-We know. -I should fire you.
This is absurd. We do not need a detective.
Party. We really should be getting back, you know.
It was...fact gathering.
And-- And I....
It's nothing. Never mind.
Lovely. So very lovely.
You made me lose a call.
-Someone will hear you. -Let them hear.
My sister, Emily, I wish you could speak to her.
Get her some water.
Perfect. Just what we needed.
Full-fledged. Full-time, as of the new year.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Every time you want me to type something, you do this.
-They cash checks written in crayon? -It came with a letter...
I guess I'd better get back to doing all those things I do so well.
...she wanted to go to the police.
What's the matter?
I'm sorry the evening's come to such an abrupt end.
...thanking me for the good work my associates...
-Come in. -Come in.
-Velma? -Velma?
-A bootlegger, huh? -Among other things.
Journal entry two:
Peace of mind gives way to suspicion and anxiety.
Ludwig.
-Miss Hayes-- --Mr. Addison and me.
Oh, yes. Well, in a general way.