Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not going direct. I'm stopping off at Metcalf.
But, Guy...
Let's go for a boat ride.
I'm already developing my faculty for seeing millions of miles.
...how many times must I tell you that we have nothing conclusive?
He didn't remember me.
- Lost your girl, George? Miriam!
I do wish you'd keep your hands quiet.
Look, Bruno. You're terribly sick.
How do you mean?
- Hi, Hennessy. - Hi.
You'll have to lunch with me.
I've decided to do what you want.
Father, it's getting terribly late. Guy looks so tired.
...but sometimes he's terribly irresponsible...
- Hey, driver! - Hey!
I'm a very clever fellow.
Are you going to see her again?
You think we should get her weighed?
That's why we're not. Let him go. This may lead to something big.
It's good I don't report that to the chief.
Stay away from me, I'm telling you.
Yes.
Like who would like to marry whom...
Do you know where Guy is?
You're quite a reader, Mr. Anthony.
His name's Anthony.
Mrs. Cunningham, how are you going to do it?
I tell you, I get so sore at him sometimes...
It'll be a few minutes' wait.
You're the one who benefits, Guy.
He won't expose himself in broad daylight.
Okay, Captain Turley. Thanks.
Nor this.
She's been murdered.
As a rule, he plays slowly between points, well within himself.
- This is Mr. Anthony, Father. - Mr. Anthony.
- Thank you very much. - You're welcome.
Let's go on the merry-go-round!
Okay.
He was with you on the train last night.
What are you trying to say, Miriam?
Guy doesn't know I'm here, Mr. Anthony.
Mr. Haines, how did you get him to do it?
Thanks.
I would suggest, for your own peace of mind, of course...
Oh. Oh, you must be tired, Guy. I know I am.
Yes, I know how you must feel.
Me, I smoke too much.
- Won't you sit down? - Thank you, sir.
- Hey, come on! Stop hiding. - Miriam, where are you?
...when his wife gets her divorce. - Perhaps you read too much.
I've tried calling you on the phone.
What's he doing here?
Who's the interesting Frenchman with the Darvilles?
Here's a special delivery. It's marked personal.
Help! Help!
- The one he was fighting with. - What do you mean?
They were playing a game of some sort.
Whatever it is, the police will know about it.
I don't know.
- Tell me where there's a telephone. - Up near the entrance.
He needs but one more game for the entire match.
Completely.
Sit down, Guy. Sit down. Barbara, some coffee.
By the way, my name is Bruno. Bruno Anthony. See?
...that's all they'd need to prove you were at the scene.
...to anyone you happen to meet.
He's gone to the amusement park.
Nobody sleeps that sound, so the janitor let me in.
Deuce.
Guy will be back tomorrow. He wants me to bring him some...
- Oh, wait a minute. - Easy does it, now. Let's not break a leg.
And since you're the one to profit by it...
Yes, I did speak to someone.
Then everything's all right.
Don't they have a trap down there, like under a sink?
Well, of course not, Mrs. Anthony.
From A to G. I'll bet I can guess who A is.
- This is my sister. Barbara, this is Mr. Anthony.
Evidently, a sordid atmosphere