Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm on your side.

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

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

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

[Party Chatter, Faint]

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

Morally, it was a case of self-defense.

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

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

♪♪ [Humming]

Well, we'll never know unless we look.

[Giles] Dear old Agnes Peabody...

Automatic lights.

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

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

Mrs. Fletcher seems to think so.

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

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

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

- Oh, damn! - Oh, dear.

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

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

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

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

I'm showing my aunt where I work.

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

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

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

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

Perhaps, uh, lunch sometime later in the week.

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

He knew that you were the Count of Monte Cristo.

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

Everything else in between is a blank.

Mr. Giles's office.

you knew you were shooting that detective.

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

Jane, this is what I need.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

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

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

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

Oh, I couldn't.

or an ad or something that would identify the theater.

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.

- What? - She hasn't decided.

An apartment house we built collapsed.

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

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

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

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

and the fact the town council never calls me,

[Ice Clinks In Glass] No, thank you.

That means I stink, right?

Oh, you mean the private eye from New York?

I could always write for Nashville.

I've acquired every luxury a man could want.

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

they do not necessarily hire Mike Hammer.

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

Do you remember what you said?

I don't know about you,

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

The house is dark. Where's Davis?

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

Uh, television is your business, not mine.

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

[Dogs Howling, Distant]

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

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

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

that you've been receiving from Ashley Vickers.

looking like a refugee from a costume ball.

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

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