Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I wanted the royal cottage. - I'm sorry, Mr. Stouton. The mix-up was unavoidable.
And we wondered if we could stay a few more days.
Having difficulty, Tattoo?
It couldn't have been Arthur, because there never were any markers in the first place.
in full, of course.
that your husband doesn't know.
I'm gonna take you home. I can drive myself home, Fitz. [ Laughing ]
[ Narrating ] It was quiet. Too quiet.
- You didn't miss any? - Positive.
Uh-oh. I bet they forgot to fix Mumsy's punch.
- Cracking a big case like that was just-- - Oh, uh--
[ Sighs ] Well,
Okay, Mumsy, here we go.
Oh, give it time, Mr. Stouton. You just got here.
Go away. Go away.
Was it really, Mr. Scheckter?
you may stay anywhere you want.
Mr. Scheckter, it could very well be the case that ends your life.
That's why we've come. The situation you're involved in...
and you did not even have a good answer.
Never mind the wife and kiddie. Just get up and go.
Mr. Scheckter, a private investigator--
Good morning, Mr. Roarke. Uh, small problem.
They tell me Chester is very good.
That inauspicious gentleman, Tattoo, is Mr. Stanley Scheckter,
You should have seen the old lady getting on the plane--
a small nightclub, a cocktail lounge.
Yes. It was truly a unique opportunity...
Oh, Fred, this is just wonderful.
What do you think I wanna know?
All right, all right.
you can't turn me in now,
Well, I was hoping there was a reason for your new headdress.
His ambition has always been to become a private investigator--
[ Chatters ]
It's my daughter who's into him, sir. Not my wife.
Why, yes. Casino, horse parlor--
The plane! The plane!
- Iris, you're going to hear me out. - Hey, folks.
I'll have your food sent to you, hmm? This way, please.
I like your taste in stepdaughters too.
You promise every wild sort of service short of raising the dead,
- I just read your mind. - Indeed.
with a message in those deep, blue eyes that would melt a telegraph key.