Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

for you to be fixing up your old auntie with a suitor,

That's like Bonnie Parker alibiing Clyde Barrow. [Scoffs]

You know, the police are absolutely convinced...

And all the other "last nights" you've put me through.

Like the Count of Monte Cristo.

Ladies, this is a private rehearsal. No outsiders.

At least act like you enjoy their company. I do.

For 20 bucks? Oh, I'm prepared to make up the difference.

I want no surprise telegram mentioning the word "elopement."

Back in Cabot Cove, the only thing we have with claws are lobsters, and we eat them.

Oh, and one other thing, young man.

Pres! Pres, will you please tell this old grump...

[Train Departing]

I think I hit a wrong button. Instead of real estate transactions,

[Slurring Words] Caleb. The party's beginning to pall. Let's go home,

[Chattering] Hold it, lady! Hold it! Hold it!

that wants to get on with you in New London and ride to Providence.

Now, Mr. McCallum, suppose you tell us what he was doin' here.

Someone in my organization has been stealing information.

I gave him a couple of days off.

- What facts are those? - Well, I told you.

The subject was blackmail.

Thank you so much, Daniel, for all your help.

and wearing the wrong costume.

I'll see you in the morning at the station, okay? [Handset Clatters]

Maybe he came here to report early.

What are you gonna do, take a subway? Forget about it, Mrs. Fletcher.

And, you know, it's a tad unseemly...

Then you have no pretensions to having created literature?

Not gonna drag that girl into this, are we?

Chief, my nephew did not kill that private detective.

Well, naturally, I'll make it worth your while.

And I think you'll sleep much better once you've arrested Ashley Vickers.

Yes. One moment, please.

I know, I know. You haven't got a thing to wear.

These leaks have cost me a great deal of money.

Workin' late tonight, huh? No. I mean, I'm not working.

Anyway, that's not why I called. You remember the last time I came to visit?

Aw, forget it, Mrs. F. If this ointment works,

You bet. Take it easy, Mrs. F.

Nope. I've got three quarters for a dollar.

With Dexter Baxendale, discretion is a way of life.

I can respect that.

Maybe so. Maybe so, Mrs. Fletcher.

That's right. I... I haven't seen him in almost an hour.

Well, you see, Aunt Jess, they want to publish it.

Maybe nobody told ya, but we had a murder here a few days ago.

[Elderly Woman] J.B. Fletcher? Hey, hey!

Many years ago, I was betrayed by three partners in a business venture.

then came back to the party to confront him... probably to extort a payoff.

One had been stabbed, and the other drowned. Absolutely not.

Now very slowly, I want your hands over your head,

Please, see me after the rehearsal.

A least, I don't think I did.

What are you fellas doin' here? Got an anonymous tip.

was a young woman, not a man, Preston.

He insisted I meet him by the pool at 11:00.

Roy Gunderson. [Tsks]

Are you sure you're leaving this time? Absolutely.

I'm chief of police up in New Holvang.

at least I'll have made a very good friend.

For heaven's sakes, Preston. I'm fine.

Off 17th Street... that's where I lost Ashley Vickers.

And I was so sure you'd solve the mystery.

There's a reporter from the Yale newspaper...

Listen. Only two people could have stolen that real estate report...

When it's murder, the county cops have a way of takin' over.

Captain, we may be forgetting something.

Bet you whoever it was is the killer. Maybe.

I'm gonna ignore that, Mr. Giles.

As he was leaving the bedroom, he saw that brass figure of Blind Justice.

that he was onto somethin', and he was gonna tie it all up this weekend.

[Laughing] Guilty. Nevertheless, I'm delighted to meet you.

Check it through to Boston. I'll pick it up there.

- I read your book. It's terrific. - Oh, thank you.

My name is Roy Gunderson.

I'm not at liberty to say.

This is all moving just...

Oh, no, no. It's nothing like that.

Yes? Why are you calling me here?

I told you I don't want you calling me anywhere, especially now.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

You know me? Yes, ma'am.

What time what? I don't know. What's the difference? [TV Clicks Off]

- Miss Donovan. Is that right? - She's upstairs lying down.

♪And you didn't even shed a tear ♪♪

The victim's wife, Louise McCallum, arrived at the Hudson Street Police Station...

I know the drill, son.

I was seated at the parlor piano delighting my fellow guests...

[Jessica] You've been talking to Chief Gunderson.

I'm sure you're just as delightful as your book.