Richard Diamond (48:53)
Thanks. Hello, Walt. Rick? Yeah. You were talking to Jerome. I just came in. I might have known it. Don't let him out of your sight. Of course not. Now, what did you find out? Oh. Oh, yeah. The dead girl is one Adelaide Smith. Had a record. Blackmail artist. Been dead about three days. Working for a Patrick Mahaffy, Attorney on Pine Street. She was strangled. Blackmail artist, huh? Very smooth. Or used to be. Any line on Mahaffy's background? We're checking into that now. Well, find out one thing more for me, will you? If I can. What? When that museum was open to the public. That's easy. I'll call you back. Hold on to that Jerome guy. Oh, sure, sure. Walt. Yeah? Jerome's gone again. What by. Oh, sorry to bust in, but you seem to be missing your secretary. Come in, come in. My secretary just walked out the other day. I haven't had time to get another from the agency. Are you Patrick Mahaffy? Yes. What can I do for you? Was your secretary's name Adelaide Smith? Why, yes. How did you know? From the police. They had just put a tag on her down at the morgue. Good Lord. She. She isn't. She certainly is. The morgue is very choosy about its tenants. Oh, that's terrible. What was it, an accident? Well, if it was, the insurance companies are going to have to set up a new system. She was strangled. Oh, how horrible. Yes. You. You're an attorney, aren't you, Mr. Mahaffey? Why, yes. Are you from the police? I just left him. What kind of an attorney? Why, just general law. Ever do anything you could be blackmailed? For what? Why, why, of course not. Ever have any business with the Osterham estate? No, no, I never handled any of the Osterham business. Why? Oh, nothing. I'll see you later. Mr. Mahaffey. Homicide. Lieutenant Levinson. Walt Diamond. What did you find out about Mahaffy? Rick, there's something fishy. You gotta stop going to these cheap restaurants. Oh, be serious. That Mahaffy guy was executor for the Osterham estate. What? Yeah, funny coincidence. Coincidence? My shoulder holster. I just left him, and he told me he'd never even heard of the Osterham estate. Now, why would he do that? He's certainly smart enough to know we could check. Maybe he wanted time enough to skip. You think he's mixed up in the killing. Did you find out when the museum was open to the public? Yeah. The city completed the alterations two days ago. And if it means anything to you, that room was sealed up on the last day. Thanks, Walt. And something else. We checked on the dead girl's bank account. She had 22,000 in it. A lot for a secretary, huh? Yeah, but not too much for a high class blackmailer. Do one more thing for me, Walt. Find out if Osterham had any heirs. What good'll that do? I want to find out just how many people would know about that sealed room before the public got wind of it. Okay. I'll have my happy picked up right away. No, no, no. Don't do it yet. I want 10 minutes with him. Where? Where's his house? I got it right here. 93rd Street, West End Avenue. But I don't see why you won't let me grab my happy. We know he's lying. You just check on that will. I'm going to throw you a killer. I left the phone booth and headed for west and Patrick Mahaffy's residence. Strangely enough, it was on the west side of town. And when I got there, I spotted a green sedan in front of the house. I started up to the front door and Mahaffy met me halfway. He had a suitcase and he was in a hurry. Oh, it's you. Your memory's getting better. Come on. You don't want to leave right now. Let's go back inside. But I have to catch a plane. I'm leaving town on business. Oh, I'll bet you are. Let's go. Now, wait just a minute. You have no legal rights. Do I have to show you my biceps? Well, all right, but make it brief. I'm late as it is. Now, just what is this all about? I thought you said you didn't have any business with the Osterham estate. Why, that's right. I checked. Oh. Just exactly what was your capacity? Well, I. I handled the incomes on the trust account. I was also the executor of the will. You wouldn't be handling it now, would you? When Mr. Osterham died and I executed his will, my job was done. Were there any heirs? Two. Neither of them were able to hear the reading. Who did hear it? Just an official from the city. Why weren't the heirs present? Because one of them couldn't be found. The other one was in a kennel. In a kennel? A cocker Spaniel. He received $10,000. Oh, I bet he rolled right over on his back. Who was the other heir? Mr. Osterham's nephew. He hasn't been heard from in 10 years. He went to France to study hat designing, but hat jobs were very scarce. So he just vanished. He was rather eccentric. Oh. Now we come to the jackpot question. What you got in the bag? What? You look a little green. Open it up. Now, look, you can't do this to me. It's against the law. Where's your warrant? I got a fistful of them, see? Oh, all right. There. Dump it out. But I've got to catch a plane if I dump all this. Dump it out. Well, well, well. Yes, it's a lot of money, isn't it? Sure is. Isn't it lovely? Well, I'm glad you like it. Go ahead, take half. I was hoping you wouldn't say that. Why not? Because I'll hate myself for the next two years. Put it back in the bag and let's go. But I'm offering you $100,000. You must be a fool. Oh, this is a very elementary deduction. Come on, you can figure it out in Sing Sing. I don't think so. You should have looked in my pocket too. Oh, I hope that's an old pipe you're pointing at me. I hate to disappoint you. It's a.38. Now you're turning green. Now you better answer it. That's the police, and they know I'm here. All right. But you say one thing wrong, and I'll have to shut you up permanently. Yes? Is diamond there? Yes. Let me talk to him.