Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

By the way, my name is Bruno. Bruno Anthony. See?
I don't know.
...that's all they'd need to prove you were at the scene.
- This is my sister. Barbara, this is Mr. Anthony.
You'll have to lunch with me.
Completely.
...to anyone you happen to meet.
- Thank you very much. - You're welcome.
She's been murdered.
Like who would like to marry whom...
Thanks.
Nobody sleeps that sound, so the janitor let me in.
Yes, I did speak to someone.
Here's a special delivery. It's marked personal.
It'll be a few minutes' wait.
But, Guy...
- Hey, come on! Stop hiding. - Miriam, where are you?
Me, I smoke too much.
Yes.
As a rule, he plays slowly between points, well within himself.
Yes, I know how you must feel.
- Won't you sit down? - Thank you, sir.
Mrs. Cunningham, how are you going to do it?
Evidently, a sordid atmosphere
I'm not going direct. I'm stopping off at Metcalf.
He won't expose himself in broad daylight.
Who's the interesting Frenchman with the Darvilles?
Okay, Captain Turley. Thanks.
I'm a very clever fellow.
Sit down, Guy. Sit down. Barbara, some coffee.
Oh. Oh, you must be tired, Guy. I know I am.
- Hi, Hennessy. - Hi.
Guy doesn't know I'm here, Mr. Anthony.
He needs but one more game for the entire match.
Deuce.
...how many times must I tell you that we have nothing conclusive?
Stay away from me, I'm telling you.
You think we should get her weighed?
Okay.
What are you trying to say, Miriam?
Look, Bruno. You're terribly sick.
I tell you, I get so sore at him sometimes...
He was with you on the train last night.
Then everything's all right.
You're quite a reader, Mr. Anthony.
Let's go on the merry-go-round!
Mr. Haines, how did you get him to do it?
He's gone to the amusement park.
You're the one who benefits, Guy.
They were playing a game of some sort.
From A to G. I'll bet I can guess who A is.
How do you mean?
What's he doing here?
Do you know where Guy is?
- The one he was fighting with. - What do you mean?
- This is Mr. Anthony, Father. - Mr. Anthony.
Father, it's getting terribly late. Guy looks so tired.
And since you're the one to profit by it...
Guy will be back tomorrow. He wants me to bring him some...
I'm already developing my faculty for seeing millions of miles.
I've decided to do what you want.
I do wish you'd keep your hands quiet.
Don't they have a trap down there, like under a sink?
His name's Anthony.
- Lost your girl, George? Miriam!
- Oh, wait a minute. - Easy does it, now. Let's not break a leg.
Nor this.
- Tell me where there's a telephone. - Up near the entrance.
...when his wife gets her divorce. - Perhaps you read too much.
- Hey, driver! - Hey!
Help! Help!
He didn't remember me.
I've tried calling you on the phone.
I would suggest, for your own peace of mind, of course...
Well, of course not, Mrs. Anthony.
Whatever it is, the police will know about it.
...but sometimes he's terribly irresponsible...
That's why we're not. Let him go. This may lead to something big.
Let's go for a boat ride.
Are you going to see her again?
It's good I don't report that to the chief.