Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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