Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, maybe just for a day or so.
I suppose what I like best of all was your courage...
Good evening, Mr. Fletcher. Evening, Tom.
to conduct a discreet investigation.
between Ashley Vickers and that Broadway composer.
♪♪[Continues] Hello, Davis! I see we're not the first to arrive.
Are you kidding? Two years ago, she was low gal in the steno pool.
Yes.
♪♪[Continues]
Good evening, Mrs. March.
but no amount of coercion will force me to betray a trust.
the beatification of the trivial...
my pubescent friend.
Don't ask the details, but the police assumed I died in the attempt.
It's some reporter from Yale University. I think you better take it.
Well, it's an old Fletcher recipe...
How about a nice cup of coffee? No, thanks. I was looking for Caleb.
by her monumental capacity for flagellation of the treble clef.
Phil Donahue? Donahue? I may die.
Yeah, you are, Chief. You always have been.
I assume you know that they've arrested my nephew.
So, what do you think about Mrs. McCallum?
We know it wasn't Ashley Vickers or Peter Brill.
I'm all right. I'm just fine.
My dear lady, I have no idea what you're talking about.
if my questions seem blunt. We understand, Chief.
[Engine Starts] Just put me on the train. I'll be fine.
the good Lord never intended for me to look like a barber pole.
Swell, they can tack on breaking and entering onto my murder one sentence.
[Gasps]
You were. Honest. [Laughs]
Daniel! What happened? What's the matter?
some little problems... and somebody is leaking out confidential information.
Of course, we could be quite a while.
Why don't we cut outta here?
Jessica, millions of people will be watching.
Aw, come on. They'll love you, just like I do.
Let me drive you home. No! I can manage!
Oh, and eggs. What was that about?
but now I understand.
And he told me Friday... Friday, he told me...
Oh, I think you did. At least he knew you. Don't you remember?
Baxendale could have been in my nephew's room by accident.
As long as I'm alive, she lives like a queen.
We'll see. [Kit] Jessica! Wait!
Jessica?
Well, the tape with Barbara Walters is going to air on Friday.
My... My identification's in my inside coat pocket.
Well, the point is, someone killed Sherlock Holmes.
Oh! [Laughing] Be nice to him, Jessica.
[Ashley] Peter.
But, Caleb, that still doesn't explain what he was doing in your Sherlock Holmes costume.
Fact is, what we're dealing with here is, uh, murder.
Uh, forgive me.
- I'm flabbergasted. - [Chuckles]
You had to divert attention away from Baxendale.
So I hired Baxendale to find out who it was.
At least he was the moment that he was killed.
Grady, whoever bought and then resold those overpriced properties...
Now, I wanna keep this short and to the point.
It was as if something suddenly clicked into place.
What are you tellin' me? The guy in the pool wasn't McCallum?
You're welcome, sir. Grady, let's go.
[Exclaiming, Indistinct]
Uh, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Where are you? [Writing]
♪♪ [Upbeat]
♪ I was the rabbit in your hat ♪
You get used to it. Jessica, who are you coming as tonight?
♪It became so very clear♪
Oh, it's a pleasure, Mrs. Fletcher. Grady's told me so much about you.
that McCallum tells us is worth $300,000 or $400,000 in the wrong hands.
Trying to tie up a loose end.
Well, we may not need that list of names anyway.
Well, I could always come as Lady Godiva.
No, thanks. I know how you people operate.
I will do the best I can. [Handset Clatters]
Now, out on the Island, you got your Bayshore, your Bayville, your Bayside.
Now, don't be silly. Well.
Though I doubt that any of us despised him enough to kill him.
Right. Well, thanks a lot. [Elevator Bell Dings]
in which she practically admitted having stolen that report.
Well, would you be good enough to connect me? Well, that's very kind.
It's almost 8:00. What happens at 8:00?