Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Next trip to the ladies' room, the phones are on me.

You don't have to go right now, do you?

-I'm sorry, Miss Hayes. It's my fault. -No. It's our fault.

Ludwig was supposed to help but he was in such a state--

I'm sure it's someone from beyond the grave...

There's room at the top for everyone.

I said you're choking me, sir.

But you didn't make her shoot her husband.

Then he pretends to be distraught s0 no one will suspect him.

A psychic? A priest?

And I'd hate to have Miss Hayes or Mr. Addison wade through all this.

Please leave or I will call the police.

...i1s not at rest because of some reason.

...any more than he listens to me.

Fine time to be spinning tunes.

...your commissions will be in next week's paycheck.

Well, under normal circumstances...

You? A mere itinerant?

Dear me, I've a run in my stocking.

We have an extensive library right here.

We know the only person haunting this house is you.

-We know. -You went behind my back.

Lots of bodies could get lost down here.

...to help me with my problem.

See you in the morning, I guess.

First thing in the morning's fine.

Full-time employee number 007, license to spend.

As we said, we really need to see Ludwig.

-You need your rest. -What about you?

...that you're on private property, which means you're trespassing.

The problem was that we just didn't have anybody available.

-Not me. -Not me.

What's underneath it. Look. You're standing in it.

Oh, you did? Well, then you must have also noticed...

...fact gathering. You know, leg work. Research.

Agnes, listen to me....

You don't just get up one morning, hang out a shingle...

...I don't think there's much future for us anymore.

-The Blue Moon Detective Agency? -Mrs. Renborn.

They were deliberately trying to push Margaret over the edge.

She's very sensitive about these kinds of things.