Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Stefan? - Who else? Margo, don't you see?

Then it must have been Stefan who disabled the radio.

on my way home to the States. Were you? How delightful!

Which narrows the list down quite considerably to one:

[Elaine] Belle, would you play something for us? [Belle] Oh, no, I couldn't.

I mean, it could have been caused by amyl nitrate.

Miguel disappeared, almost immediately after they arrived at the hospital.

[Sighs] A year in a man's life.

Can I speak to Miguel Santana?

Doctor, are you quite sure?

[Chuckles] Good morning, everyone.

I wish it were true, my dear friend.

I ki... [Laughing]

Oh, Belle. Listen to me.

But didn't you just buy the Gold Madonna from my friends the Ralstons?

- Imagine finding you up here. - Well, hello again, Inspector Kyle.

But the same painting by an artist suddenly dead, is quite another.

- And you fool me every time. - Well, that-that is the idea, Belle.

Well, actually, Jessica, apart from this morning, I haven't seen Willard since, uh,

I think we can eliminate Belle.

It would be rather futile, wouldn't it?

Of course. Still it's a bit unfair, you know?

I had no idea. No one did.

Oh, you have a treat in store, Henry. Really? Well, I find most women authors to be cold fish.

even assuming you're right, why would he do such a thing?

but tonight, I enjoy the privilege of giving.

Especially to see you.

How? Like this? [Gasps]

Yes, I thought you were rather quiet up at the house.

I will warn you!

But I guess I'm not sophisticated enough to play this charade, that's all.

Mrs. Fletcher, did Diego confide something in you,

I'm sorry. Like you, I am not delighted at the prospect of spending another night...

a place where I could work and commune with my God.

You think he faked it? I didn't think so.

Your gallery must own at least a dozen original Diego Santana paintings.

I don't know. I-I'll try to think of something.