Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you sure she caught the train? Positive.
Aunt Jess? You all right?
You've never dreamed, and it's about time you did.
That's why you dressed Baxendale up in the Sherlock Holmes outfit...
and how come he was wearin' your costume.
but I'm glad we let your nephew and Kit find their own way out here today.
♪♪[Lounge]
The-The chief won't let the wife identify. It's just as well.
That New York gumshoe was no Sherlock Holmes. Ah, but he was, Chief.
Oh, you're probably right.
Oh, I see. You were forcing your traitor to act quickly.
[Toughs Muttering, Indistinct]
Something wrong?
We were beginning to hit it off much too well.
If Mr. Brill believes we're ganging up on him, it could be very unproductive. I think I'll get further on my own.
Jess, honestly.
Oh, Preston! I'm so angry! I don't know whether to scream or cry.
[Man] Pull!
Do you have any idea what it costs to get a new production mounted?
Yes, ma'am.
Grady, tell her, dear.
fatally shot several times in the chest.
[Elevator Bell Dings] Grady!
Chief, the party was noisy.
seems to be a perpetual state of mind.
Aunt Jess, it could be dangerous.
Look, I'm having a little party at my place in the country over the weekend.
- You remember him... Peter Brill. - Peter?
I, for one, Mrs. Fletcher, was delighted by the feminist thrust...
All right, young man. That's quite enough.
has to have some connection, directly or indirectly, with Ashley and her contact.
Yes, Preston. I-I'm going back.
You want some advice? I'd stay out of this neighborhood, Mrs. Fletcher.
Now, Grady's account, I know it's... it's anemic.
Hammerstein. Even worse.
There was no moon. It was pitch-dark out here.
Talk about what? I thought I made it clear.
You find out who that fella in the pool is?
I'm sorry, honey, but we're just dying in here.
she brought it back to New Holvang.
Hmm. I hired the man. He was workin' for me.
[Weeps]
Midnight, but what's the point?
Oh, Grady, don't pout. I'll call him from Cabot Cove.
Immediately. Please.
Jess, for God's sake, you're not serious?
All my employees know that I am Cap'n Caleb's Chowder Houses, okay?
and the canonization of the mundane.
I know what you mean. Believe me. It took me years to get used to this town.
From Maine.
Apples. Yes. Um, thank you.
Could I just get one answer from you, ma'am?
Then the bus will sit there till you do.
And back with more of your calls right after this word... [Inaudible]
But of course you do. I followed her here last night.
Does this bus go to the same place as that bus up ahead?
Suppose the killer thought it was Captain Caleb.
It's just that, uh... Well, you seem a little out of sorts.
Where's the captain? Oh, he's terminating skeets with extreme prejudice.
Really, really. I couldn't put it down.
You see, not only did I read it,
♪You made my love disappear ♪
flat against the wood.
Half the country had reason to kill him. The other half didn't know him.
dependin' on who the killer thought he was killing.
Whatever you like to play, dear, dear Peter.
yet now he has the funds to mount a new show.
Well, if, uh, you need anything, you just let me know.
You go do what you gotta do, and I'll be here readin' the paper. All right?
You have to look "now," "with it." Au courant.
Oh, yes. Uh, three quarters.
A very persistent reporter from the New York Times.
Now, second, if Grady were the thief, his fingerprints would have been all over that report.
You know, over the past several years,