Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe it's not the right time.
He used to visit me when I was a child.
...the only place to look is hear."
Okay.
Tax liens in escrow. Nothing too complicated.
- This... Lisbon, this... - Bite me. We're done for the night.
So, what was it?
So he could amaze and terrify guests with his mastery of the occult.
Let's just use mine.
Probably found a hole in the system. Check the grounds and the house.
The key. Beckworth's fortune.
Did you ever cross paths with Foster?
I asked about you.
Mm, most likely you'd both be dead.
You're Closed. Furtive. You're Hiding Something.
- Find out how they got in. - On it.
Can I help you?
Everybody knows that place is wired up with some fancy alarm system.
Oh, I was furious, believe me.
- Doesn't even make any sense. - Let's not rush to judgment.
Old wiring, I guess.
- Grace. - Yes?
Beckworth had all this built just so he could hold séances?
What comes to mind when I say the word "hear"?
What kind of things?
Very successful one. It's in that one. The second from the bottom.
The mansion's uninhabitable. Why would you want it back?
Embarrassed.
- Pretty lame joke. - But the fortune could still be here.
Yeah, well, it's all here. Is that Foster's widow?
You couldn't afford the taxes on the house.
They have a house in San Francisco. I sent a man to break the news.
So, what was the key to, Jane?