Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-You're not Agnes DiPesto? -No, I am.
-Mr. Addison? -Someone call my name?
...a mystery served up by J.B.
Isn't all this just so much smoke to hide the guilt of your secretary?
...and mysteries.
Why?
You know how women are.
He said he was going to enjoy seeing me squirm for a while.
Mr. Addison, Miss Hayes, I found this.
J.B. and I had something...
I bullied him to get this invitation again.
The whole time I was growing up, my mom told me:
Good question, Agnes. No talking, Rodney.
It doesn't make sense. Everybody knows that I love J.B.
You may not have noticed...
...but you gotta admit...
-Yes, you did. -No, I didn't.
I like you, Addison.
Not too shabby.
It's just that J.B. labours a month or more on these mysteries...
No, I didn't mean "should" like you had to.
But I want it made clear that I care as much...
Boy, this is really exciting. Union Station.
I confess.
You found it? Where did you find it?
How are we gonna be able to find the murderer...
I'm a forensic specialist.
...until this dumb train stops.
How do you suppose he came to have your perfume all over him, Janet?
He used you the way he used everybody in his life.
...from Murder Mystery Magazine to join us on our little trip.
J.B. has been very encouraging. A mentor, really.
It's okay, you guys, you've done everything you can.
I respect you, Rodney.
I should?
...and that's why he kept inviting you on this train trip.
-I've enough to worry about here. -Addison, get back here!
Drinks sipped as the train cut through the twilight.
But I didn't do it.
...the poison that I thought would work the best.
...pointing it at her former beloved's brain.
I have an idea.
Every passenger's face a mystery.
There now, see?
J.B. Harland, the greatest mystery writer of all time.
-I was up for the-- -The Magic Night Girl.
...didn't help you publish your books earlier.
Shut up!
...and see if things have calmed down.
You knew no one in this room was in a position to challenge you.
We were researching death by injection for one of the short stories.
I wanted a sober proposal.
...and you're trading quips.
I can't remember when I've had this much fun.