Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You'll leave here when I say so and not before.
And remember, whoever she was dealing with...
What better way to repay your kind invitation than to amuse your guests.
The party tonight... we're all coming as our favorite fictional character.
Oops. Sorry, Ashley.
All the way to the railway station, I was thinking about you.
Seventy-five cents. Oh, y-yes, of course.
Yes. I was here. [Dog Howls, Distant]
Oh. Uh, well...
I just got off the phone with Karl Teretsky. Things aren't looking any better.
[Clears Throat] So I'm headin' back home.
No, ma'am. I just, uh, wanna have a chat.
The Count of Monte Cristo.
Why? Obviously, to pass it on to someone else.
At 11:15, I was sitting half-naked in an upstairs bedroom...
I think you would have confessed if you thought that Grady was in any real danger.
Twice, I nearly turned around and came back.
I want you to know, Louise, that inviting Ashley Vickers was not my idea. Ah.
Oh, not her job. She's too smart for that.
Then, for the last few months, she gets frozen out.
Over in Jersey, you got your Bayonne.
[Knocking]
I'm almost sure that he got in through that window. Now, look here.
Hey, well, listen, buddy, you know, you don't play so hot either.
[Jessica] What's the matter, Chief? Your car break down?
Driver, take the lady to her hotel. Sure thing, Mac.
You think he killed the captain? Oh, no. No, not at all.
It was a great pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Fletcher.
They usually fall through. Oh, I certainly hope so.
Now, first thing tomorrow morning, that gentleman and I are going to have a...
Well, the... New York City Homicide has taken over this case.
Oh, you mean those self-important media types.
It's just that, well, it's so easy to write about murder.
Mrs. Fletcher, you're a very shrewd cookie, but you're barking up the wrong tree.
[People Chattering] Pull!
And before you ask, I'm Cinderella's godmother.
My name is Dexter Baxendale. You're kidding.
That could just be a coincidence. Oh, I don't think so, Kit.
[Shotgun Blast]
I've got a lot to clear up around here. I understand.
there's no way that you can justify the murdering of Caleb McCallum.
You might have made a charming guest.
Hey, I know you're a little upset. "Upset"?
Anyway, the two of them have alibis for both killings.
You're from Maine. You know about fish.
I hope you're right, Mrs. Fletcher. He seems to be a nice young man... for a thief.
Karl Teretsky is one of the best trial lawyers in the state.
[Clears Throat] Well, well, well.
No offense intended. Oh, none taken.
They think that Grady lost his temper and shot him with the skeet gun.
Oh. That's for last night.
Oh, Aunt Jess, this is Kit Donovan.
- Oh. There's my nephew now. - Aunt Jess.
But there's some county detectives in there questioning him, and they're not so sure.
but, these last few days, I've been insulted, browbeaten and patronized.
shortly after 1:00 p.m. Today, accompanied by her attorney.
l financially destroyed my three ex-partners from a safe distance.
Now, when do I get to meet this publisher I've heard so much about?
Do you think I'm taking any pleasure in it?
Strange. I found him very diligent.
Ah, well, ah, yes. As a matter of fact, I do.
[Kiss] Safe trip. Yes.
in hotel rooms all over town. Kit.
Said we'd find something very interesting on this boat.
But I do know that Ethel Jenks is leaving Wednesday to visit her daughter in Montpelier,
That's what you're all thinking, isn't it?
The Times reporter assigned to interview me...
[Muttering] Honey, sweetheart. Sweetheart, come on.
Have a good trip. [Kit] Okay.
Baxendale?
Chasing around New York City alone, at night, maybe following a killer?
He's been stealing confidential information from his company.
You know, Ashley, there could be strength in numbers.
I'll call you later.
"Shoes." Now, last night at the party,
Well, shall we have a go at the inquisitors? [Kit Chuckles]
Aren't you just a little out of season, Ebenezer? After all, this is April.
I can't believe it. Why not?
Very well.
[Exclaiming, Hysterical] What's the matter?