Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hello, darling. Have you had dinner? - On the train.
She wore glasses, didn't she, Guy?
- I do your murder... - You think you can get away with it?
When he's sentenced to death, he must be executed.
Game, Mr. Reynolds.
C... Col... Collins! He's a professor.
Didn't Bruno say I wanted him to go there one night after dark?
Isn't that proof of where I was at 9:30 last night?
- You were singing a song about a goat. - A goat?
Oh, Miss Morton. I understand how you feel.
Goodbye.
He works 16 hours a day.
We seem to have nothing further to discuss.
Good evening, Miss Morton.
Of course, of course. Back to bed, Barbara.
And besides, it would make me an accessory.
...then looked over at me.
- Made the semifinals, didn't you? - Yeah.
He's led you up the garden path, I'm afraid.
Well, then you'll have no further use for my key.
I don't know, Anne. I don't know.
- What? - The wedding. You and Anne Morton.
You must've known he was talking nonsense.
- How about this one? - I'm gonna drive.
- Tennis player isn't so important. - But people who do things are.
Excuse me.
He went into sort of a trance.
You'd better slip out again and stay out till after daylight.
Let me show you what I mean.
You know, it must be pretty exciting to be so important.
Sure, Bruno.
How about I contact Metcalf?
It's painful for a man to discover he's been a chump.
- Watch your step. - Thanks.
It's the police.
Miriam!
- There's the bus! - Hold on, driver!
And what would trip you up?
Even the most unworthy of us has a right to life and the pursuit of happiness.
Oh, so she double-crossed you.
With all his money, he thinks I ought to catch the 8:05 bus every morning...
I get him to do it?
You don't seem very pleased to see me.
Why, yes. How did you...?
It mightn't be any good. Probably gone down the storm drain.
Really? How exciting!
...and set the whole thing ablaze.
Well, here's luck.
Will you try it again, sir?
I never saw you before! I never want to see you again!
Since you sent me the key to your house, I decided to use it...
Thank you.
Drinking and gambling.
You are a tennis fan.
It was very quick.
It's not a very nice way to make money.
She was strangled.
After tennis, I'm going into politics.
- She was dark, not too tall, rather pretty. - What else?
Yes, yes, it's Guy.
But what about practicing? Perhaps I'd better forget about Forest Hills.
She hasn't been well for a long time.
- I better get back. - Yes, sir.
After you've sentenced a man to the chair...
Yes, if I can get a court at the club.
Come and get it!
Thanks.
...I like you.
That lie about my wanting him to get it back means he'll put it on that island.
You just won a Kewpie Doll.
You've been in Metcalf all this time? We expected you hours ago.
Let's talk in here.
- Your husband, for instance? - Oh, good heavens, no!