Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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