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at the bottom of a ravine.

She can stay here with me.

That was an accident.

I'd like you to take your belongings and drive out there.

Yeah, I guess I just wasn't thinking.

I wanna know all about that accident

You remember approximately.

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for a half interest in the business.

it's worth over a quarter of a million dollars?

in finding out Prescott's bank balance.

to move your trunks, Miss Swaine?

Thank you. That will be all.

I was alone in the office.

I went over to see Prescott.

Well, I ain't takin' this stuff back.

a few suitcases, and have them initialed M.S.

They discovered the car about an hour ago.

Now, what did you expect to find at the Westwood Arms, Mr. Wray?

To what extent?

What's the homicide? There was nobody killed.

And only on the day of his murder

I told her to grab a cab and come right over here.

Well, his life was insured in my favor for $75,000,

BURGER: What did she say to that?

Because I just wanted to talk to him.

Apparently an innocent bystander involved in that accident

What happened after you called the police?

This time his car was sent hurtling into a ravine.

Then my question about your owning a gun

And the police found it

Your Honor, I object.

Uh, Doc Fowler's place, wasn't it, Mr. Jonson?

I drove back to see if I could find

so she couldn't have been standing over his body.

Well, we took it out about, uh, two years ago,

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on which your company had written the policies.

He knows your husband won't give you a divorce.

Or haven't you called them yet?

of a new development in this case,

That's right. Who are you?

I work in a liquor store.

His name's Harry Jonson.

on that particular day?

If you're going to lie about-- Who's lying?

Stolen furs, perhaps?

I was the guy that was taking the chances.

Walter, please listen to me.

marked for identification.

you returned to Cedar and Chestnut street, didn't you?

I wanna know who the truck driver was

Looks like somebody's gonna do a lot of travelin'.

which you're leasing

her whereabouts to the world, and she's not going to hide.

just as I'm turning the corner.

just what do you do for a living?

I didn't. He wasn't home.

Well, it was pretty badly bunged up but running okay.

far from profiting by her husband's death,