Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, somehow I doubt that.

- When she arrived at the house, it was about 10 after 11:00. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, no. Really. You're gonna tell me that that nice young man is really a policeman?

I want you to rescue Jennie Wells.

You can't always tell a cake by the icing.

Well, the pond was heated because of the fish. Makes the time of death more uncertain.

- He told you that? - That's right.

Ellison? Not a chance. Ellison is a second-rate doctor with a fourth-rate personality.

Um, do you know why they did it? Simple survival, Jennie.

I came as soon as I got your urgent message.

We'll let ballistics decide if it's the murder weapon.

Well, I'm still not sure that I can help you, Lieutenant.

You know, about 12 years ago I almost got on Let's Make a Deal.

It don't make no never mind to me. I'm just gonna love it.

- We're lookin' at 50,000 here, minimum. - Oh, that's ridiculous.

Oh, that is ridiculous. That girl wouldn't hurt anyone.

I had a book to write, but that did not prevent me from flying to Texas.

Now, as I see it, she got there sometime after Dr. Garver was killed,

Dinner was excellent. It was thoughtful of you to invite me. Not at all.

Oh. I wonder if I could trouble you for a ride?

Boy, I am so glad that you were here to help me. [Chuckles]

[Woman On P.A., Distant] Dr. Baxter, please report to X-ray.

- How'd it go with Perry Mason? - He's going to take the case, and the hospital is going to foot the bill.

Good-bye, Mr. Porter. "Good-bye"?

My hospital insurance. Oh, no. We don't deal in that here.

That, sir, is immaterial.

Yes, ma'am. We're takin' her in for questioning in connection with the Garver murder.

regardless of race, color, creed...

Henry, help me get her in the car. Now, don't you worry, Ms. Fletcher.

This is closer to a 45 degree angle.

Bye now. [Woman Chattering On P.A., Distant]

Garver was out for a short walk, and the shooter followed him.

Thank you. [Grunting]

That photograph you sent down here doesn't do you justice. Well, that's very flattering.

was a car backfiring a few minutes into the 11:00 news.

Oh. Oh, dear. Don't you be concerned with money now, Ms. Fletcher.

As for the proof that you killed Dr. Garver,