Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Dogs Howling, Distant]

It's all right. I can guess where he went last night.

I could always write for Nashville.

How delightful to see you. How nice of you to invite us.

For seventy-five cents, you're entitled to a seat, lady.

And you know that if a mistake was made...

Jane, this is what I need.

You know, "George," rudeness does not become you.

Well, only my students call me Mrs. Fletcher, Mr. Giles.

looking like a refugee from a costume ball.

♪♪ [Humming]

and the fact the town council never calls me,

Didn't say I liked it. Said I read it.

Well, I haven't got the faintest idea. [Louise] Caleb!

Oh, I'm fine just like this. Well, I'm not. Sit down.

Do you remember what you said?

Oh, I couldn't.

She wasn't? Well, where'd she go?

I hope you don't mind. Oh, not a bit. Come right aboard.

you knew you were shooting that detective.

Doc, I know you're not the coroner, but you got a look at that body.

[Party Chatter, Faint]

Oh, good evening, Deputy. Nice to see you again.

An apartment house we built collapsed.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Uh, television is your business, not mine.

If you ever become somebody, they might be worth somethin'.

Louise McCallum, Jessica Fletcher. You, I am delighted to meet.

- I'm lookin' for motive. - [Peter] For killing Caleb McCallum? Surely you jest.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm on your side.

Good-bye, children, and don't forget to write.

[Giles] Dear old Agnes Peabody...

[Jessica] Just where did you get the dough, Mr. Brill?

You and your wife must be so proud. Mm, that we are.

Mrs. Fletcher seems to think so.

I don't know about you,

Then there was the phone call from the coroner. He couldn't have known about that,

And what do you suggest, Chief, that I retain some boy right out of law school?

Ever eat at Cap'n Caleb's? Oh, yes, Captain.

Now, suppose the killer didn't know that it was Mr. Baxendale.

[Dial Tone] Oh, yes. Uh, good-bye.

Morally, it was a case of self-defense.

Uh, driver, do you know a place called, uh...

Me? I'm not a detective. I'm a substitute English teacher.

He was a slimy blackmailer, Jess. He threatened to destroy my life.

And I'm sure no one will ever guess the uncle is the killer.

Well, when you do, let me know. I don't want to duplicate.

um, a Chris Landon... will be calling you by phone.

Problem? I don't know what you mean. Just now, back there,

Perhaps, uh, lunch sometime later in the week.

That means I stink, right?

Oh, but don't you see? That's the trouble.

Don't tell me you've been waiting here for me?

Well, we'll never know unless we look.

- 'Ey, look here. If it ain't Sherlock Holmes himself. - ♪♪ [Piano: Nautical]

or an ad or something that would identify the theater.

they do not necessarily hire Mike Hammer.

Everything else in between is a blank.

The house is dark. Where's Davis?

- What? - She hasn't decided.

that you've been receiving from Ashley Vickers.

- [Tires Screeching] - Grady! Are you all right?

I'd like you to be my guest... all of you.

You really liked him, didn't you? Yes, I really liked him.

Now, I may be wrong, but, frankly, I doubt it.

I'm showing my aunt where I work.

Automatic lights.

Darn it all, Pres. I've been waitin' all day to meet this lady.

If I'm gonna make a fool of myself, let me choose my own pratfall.

I've acquired every luxury a man could want.

[Ice Clinks In Glass] No, thank you.

He insists on interviewing you first thing Monday morning. Oh.

Mr. Giles's office.

But I certainly wouldn't want anybody else to read it.

I told him you left for Pago Pago and weren't expected back till the turn of the century.

him telling us about how he was holding auditions for a new musical in a small theater?

I also let it be known that I'd be acting on that information on Monday.

No, Grady. I want you to wait out here.

He knew that you were the Count of Monte Cristo.

You know, my old man's got the same problem. I think it's "heretical."

What a pity Mr. Brill couldn't have been in the room with us.

They're not thinking clearly. Even so, there must be a reason he was dressed that way.

- Oh, damn! - Oh, dear.

Oh, you mean the private eye from New York?

Uh, well, I believe it's about a quarter past midnight.