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so you killed him.
You're still under oath, Miss Brent.
Oh, it's, uh-- Yes, here it is.
I never heard it said that you'd lie to a girl, Mr. Mason.
Not yet, anyway.
Confess to what, the whole truth or half-truth?
He took $125,000 from my sister
I just want my money back.
She said she got my address
By the way, the Thursby Hotel is on Pacific and 18th.
What was it you mentioned, a handkerchief?
Special delivery from Arthur Cartright.
You must excuse my rambling on like this, Mr. Mason,
Woman's voice, though.
Who were you going to use this on:
You don't really mind coming out here after me.
All right.
I accepted a retainer from your brother in your behalf.
did she go inside your house?
did you make this positive identification
Mightn't you then also be mistaken about the identity
so I ran through the kitchen,
What else will there be?
in a taxicab earlier this evening?
Well, I-- I didn't mean to imply that,
What do you want, Mr. Mason?
with the district attorney?
whether an arrangement had been made
all we have to do is dig in the garden.
And I also lied about identifying the woman
How'd the cab driver identify Miss Forbes?
Note's inside.
"to a cinder. Stop.
It was a telegram.
Why don't you tell this court
less than a minute after.
Nah, but that doesn't mean a thing.
( dramatic theme playing )
Something I've been unable to do.
at exactly 8:07 last night.
I want her to wear a gray outfit.
You're, uh, starting to walk that legal tightrope again.
Okay, Andrews. Come on in.
Do you know you left your handkerchief
A man? A young ma-- Young fellow.
and then--- And then took another police dog home,
No, Mr. Mason.
Yes, I did.
That's the way I testified this morning.
at her ex-husband's house, entered it,
Della, see if you can get Mr. Cartright on the phone.
Uh, no, sir, I'd never heard it before.
She's the defendant, Evelyn Forbes.
for Arthur Cartright?
I-- I didn't want to bring this up,
even without the handkerchief,
Thank you, Mr. D'Amato. That's all.
Think you can find such a woman?
Mm, excuse me.
by a dog howling in the neighborhood.
To make it seem they were alive.
Where is home, Arthur,
for a special job.
on the night of the murder.
Oh, on the desk, I believe,