Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We could walk. Patrol the grounds.
Agent Cho is asking questions about Alan Foster.
- Someone's upstairs. - I thought everybody left.
Mm. It's nice. - I'm glad you like it.
Mr. Raimey and Ms. Abner had agreed to keep quiet...
Apparently Beckworth was deeply involved in spiritualism...
This.
I'm afraid I just lost it.
Architect. Bought the house a few months back.
A black BMW. There was somebody sitting in the driver's seat.
Agent Cho, of course I was angry with Foster.
- You have a very good aura. - Thank you.
Worked fine. Just a little over the top.
What are they doing here?
- Don't hit it. - Fine, you fix it, then.
Only the killer knew how to get in here via the secret passage.
- Cho. - Cho.
I'm gonna leave in a few minutes.
...liked to explore the world beyond, held séances and all that kind of malarkey.
Rumored treasure. Purely rumored.
Clover honey.
Someone broke into a storage area.
...I decided I had to go there. To catch him in the act.
He wants to know why I was so upset with the man who stole Beckworth.
- Who's she? - She's this hippie-dippy woman in town.
Seeing as how I won't want to be living there.
It was vicious.
Once or twice. He seemed pleasant enough.
Clear signs of struggle. Rules out suicide.
- Do you know anything about a ghost? - Of course.
And it's been used recently. Someone has cleaned the dust off.
When you first opened the box under the piano, was there anything in it?
Police. Whoever you are, come out with your hands above your head.
- Excuse me. Need a glass. Sorry. - Sure.
- That's okay. I can do it. - I'm easy.
And off.
Hey, hey, hey.
He wore those trendy architect's glasses.
She just stared at the house.
But no one showed up.
Right. - Hey, look at that.
Armed from 6 last night until the deputies turned it off.
You're the one that came to my house.
I don't believe that's a mistake.