Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll see you in the morning at the station, okay? [Handset Clatters]

And I think you'll sleep much better once you've arrested Ashley Vickers.

Roy Gunderson. [Tsks]

I'm chief of police up in New Holvang.

Oh, no, no. It's nothing like that.

That's like Bonnie Parker alibiing Clyde Barrow. [Scoffs]

Someone in my organization has been stealing information.

As he was leaving the bedroom, he saw that brass figure of Blind Justice.

This is all moving just...

Are you sure you're leaving this time? Absolutely.

- Miss Donovan. Is that right? - She's upstairs lying down.

Well, you see, Aunt Jess, they want to publish it.

That's right. I... I haven't seen him in almost an hour.

- I read your book. It's terrific. - Oh, thank you.

Ladies, this is a private rehearsal. No outsiders.

You bet. Take it easy, Mrs. F.

Aw, forget it, Mrs. F. If this ointment works,

that he was onto somethin', and he was gonna tie it all up this weekend.

I told you I don't want you calling me anywhere, especially now.

Pres! Pres, will you please tell this old grump...

Not gonna drag that girl into this, are we?

Like the Count of Monte Cristo.

He insisted I meet him by the pool at 11:00.

Bet you whoever it was is the killer. Maybe.

I want no surprise telegram mentioning the word "elopement."

for you to be fixing up your old auntie with a suitor,

Then you have no pretensions to having created literature?

When it's murder, the county cops have a way of takin' over.

[Chattering] Hold it, lady! Hold it! Hold it!

There's a reporter from the Yale newspaper...

Well, naturally, I'll make it worth your while.

[Train Departing]

For heaven's sakes, Preston. I'm fine.

Maybe he came here to report early.

Now, Mr. McCallum, suppose you tell us what he was doin' here.

Please, see me after the rehearsal.

I gave him a couple of days off.

then came back to the party to confront him... probably to extort a payoff.

A least, I don't think I did.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

♪And you didn't even shed a tear ♪♪

One had been stabbed, and the other drowned. Absolutely not.

Chief, my nephew did not kill that private detective.

Back in Cabot Cove, the only thing we have with claws are lobsters, and we eat them.

I'm gonna ignore that, Mr. Giles.

I can respect that.

These leaks have cost me a great deal of money.

Thank you so much, Daniel, for all your help.

And, you know, it's a tad unseemly...

What time what? I don't know. What's the difference? [TV Clicks Off]

The victim's wife, Louise McCallum, arrived at the Hudson Street Police Station...

and wearing the wrong costume.

I think I hit a wrong button. Instead of real estate transactions,

at least I'll have made a very good friend.

For 20 bucks? Oh, I'm prepared to make up the difference.

Yes? Why are you calling me here?

I was seated at the parlor piano delighting my fellow guests...

[Elderly Woman] J.B. Fletcher? Hey, hey!

Anyway, that's not why I called. You remember the last time I came to visit?

I know the drill, son.

With Dexter Baxendale, discretion is a way of life.

[Laughing] Guilty. Nevertheless, I'm delighted to meet you.

Off 17th Street... that's where I lost Ashley Vickers.

[Jessica] You've been talking to Chief Gunderson.

Workin' late tonight, huh? No. I mean, I'm not working.

The subject was blackmail.

that wants to get on with you in New London and ride to Providence.

You know, the police are absolutely convinced...

Check it through to Boston. I'll pick it up there.

Captain, we may be forgetting something.

Listen. Only two people could have stolen that real estate report...

- What facts are those? - Well, I told you.

was a young woman, not a man, Preston.

What are you fellas doin' here? Got an anonymous tip.

What are you gonna do, take a subway? Forget about it, Mrs. Fletcher.

Many years ago, I was betrayed by three partners in a business venture.

[Slurring Words] Caleb. The party's beginning to pall. Let's go home,

Maybe nobody told ya, but we had a murder here a few days ago.

Now very slowly, I want your hands over your head,

My name is Roy Gunderson.

Maybe so. Maybe so, Mrs. Fletcher.

I know, I know. You haven't got a thing to wear.

You know me? Yes, ma'am.

Oh, and one other thing, young man.

And all the other "last nights" you've put me through.

And I was so sure you'd solve the mystery.

Nope. I've got three quarters for a dollar.

I'm not at liberty to say.

I'm sure you're just as delightful as your book.

Yes. One moment, please.

At least act like you enjoy their company. I do.