Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The problem was that we just didn't have anybody available.

We have an extensive library right here.

As we said, we really need to see Ludwig.

-The Blue Moon Detective Agency? -Mrs. Renborn.

Fine time to be spinning tunes.

See you in the morning, I guess.

-I'm sorry, Miss Hayes. It's my fault. -No. It's our fault.

Dear me, I've a run in my stocking.

Then he pretends to be distraught s0 no one will suspect him.

Full-time employee number 007, license to spend.

You don't just get up one morning, hang out a shingle...

I said you're choking me, sir.

...to help me with my problem.

And I'd hate to have Miss Hayes or Mr. Addison wade through all this.

Ludwig was supposed to help but he was in such a state--

What's underneath it. Look. You're standing in it.

Agnes, listen to me....

She's very sensitive about these kinds of things.

First thing in the morning's fine.

There's room at the top for everyone.

Well, under normal circumstances...

Next trip to the ladies' room, the phones are on me.

You? A mere itinerant?

...any more than he listens to me.

Lots of bodies could get lost down here.

I'm sure it's someone from beyond the grave...

They were deliberately trying to push Margaret over the edge.

But you didn't make her shoot her husband.

-We know. -You went behind my back.

We know the only person haunting this house is you.

...fact gathering. You know, leg work. Research.

Please leave or I will call the police.

...your commissions will be in next week's paycheck.

...i1s not at rest because of some reason.

Oh, you did? Well, then you must have also noticed...

-You need your rest. -What about you?

...that you're on private property, which means you're trespassing.

A psychic? A priest?

...I don't think there's much future for us anymore.

-Not me. -Not me.

You don't have to go right now, do you?