Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think it's called a war council. Would you like to join us?
Fair enough?
Oh, I beg your pardon, Chief Gunderson.
What do you think? I beg your pardon?
You weren't actually following Ashley Vickers? I was, but I lost her.
not critics or columnists, but my friends.
But, obviously, he recognized me.
It's over. I want no part of murder.
I hardly knew her.
[Wind Blowing Outside]
Oh, they just brought her in for questioning, ma'am. That's all.
Well, it's the truth, isn't it?
[Rings]
Oh. Hmm?
Maybe nothing.
- I didn't dream for a minute... - That's the trouble, Aunt Jess.
Excuse me. Do you have four quarters for a dollar?
Don't get... Geez!
[Chuckling] But with me, it's my feet. What can I tell ya?
You gonna call the police? What, you got the phone in there?
You know, that seafood guy. Course, that's unofficial.
[Clicks Tongue]
I may get deathly ill just to develop a relationship.
Yes, Mrs. Fletcher.
automatic banking, automatic security systems,
After New York, I know I'm not ready for Hollywood. [Laughing]
You really should, you know.
I'd like to very much.
Are you out of your mind? Do you wanna go to jail?
No, but her accomplice could. What accomplice?
I hope I look all right, but, you know,
I'm not sure how long I'll be here. Would you please wait?
And that automatically makes Grady the killer. Makes him a suspect... and a pretty good one.
[Off-key] ♪You played a trick on my heart, honey ♪ ♪♪[Piano]
Grady, at great risk of exposure, Miss Vickers not only stole that report,
- I was trying to comfort you. - Oh, no.
Usually he has the decency to come home. [Woman Screams]
A medley of my hit from yesteryear.
Care to make a wish? I could use a dozen more novels by J.B. Fletcher.
Speaking of which, the old rooster seems to have flown the coop.
Continued success.
That detective could have ducked into Grady's room to avoid being seen.
and I had my revenge on Captain Caleb.
If I die, she gets next to nothin'.
Karl Teretsky? That's pretty high-priced legal talent, Mr. Giles.
Which one is under investigation? [Chuckles]
Maybe the both of them have run off to Grandmother's house.
Now, in order to climb up to that window,
Suppose I just settle for the pleasure of her company.
Preston's neighbors heard a loud noise at 11:15.
Roger?
Good for you. I don't know what that is, but I'm not eating it.
When I realized how easily I could have been seen...
Are you all right?
They were like corns, only they weren't corns.
All I want now is a hot bath and a cold drink.
Turn the crank.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.
- Good morning, Louise. - Don't tell me. I look like hell.
Now, if you ask me, that gives her a hell of a good reason.
What's this I hear about you putting together a Broadway show?
But that's not true. Don't you know? What?
You're really shooting well today.
It's been wonderful being with you both.
And it is an experience I'll never forget.
Kit, coordinate with Jane, will you? Um...
At the moment, she is the suspect.
And this is Mrs. Thompson. She's brownies and, uh, macaroons? Macaroons.
The point is, the killer knew exactly who his victim was.
Well, actually, I've... I've not been sleeping well.
But... [Sighs]
No amount of tip-toein' around's gonna change that.
Flowers that bloom too quickly are fair game for a late frost.
I couldn't go through that, not after all these years.
[Sighs] Not everyone in my profession sports a broken nose and dirty fingernails,
Mrs. McCallum, why don't you let me drive you home? I can manage.
Chief, this evening, I was privy to a conversation...
♪ Bah, humbug ♪
Jessica Fletcher.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.