Abbott and Costello Meet the Killer, Boris Karloff Page #3

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are the same! Oh, they are?

Come on,

shake a leg.

Duck. Duck.

Something sneaky

about that dame.

I think you're right.

I'm gonna question her.

She went that way,

over the other way.

If he's in here, just pretend

we've made a mistake. Shh.

Ahh, the wrong key.

Try this one.

What?

Where'd you get that? Red.

Red who? Red Skelton. It's a Skelton key.

Opens up any door.

Come on.

Hey.

This guy is a messy housekeeper.

This place has been searched.

I wonder if it coulda been

that dame down the hall.

Whoever it was did a

thorough job. I'll say.

Let's plant the gun here and

get out. Hey, wait a minute.

Here's a telegram to Michael

Relia. Get a load of this.

"Am including your case

in my memoirs.

Be at the Lost Caverns Hotel this

weekend. Signed, Amos Strickland. "

This could tie in

with the murder.

I'm gonna check

on this Relia.

See if the coast is clear; I'll plant

this gun in one of his suits in the closet.

Oh.

You didn't see me.

You didn't see me.

I wasn't here.

Okay, I planted the gun.

Come on, let's go. Come...

What's the matter?

I didn't see him.

You didn't see who?

The man who wasn't here.

What man? All I did was open up the

door, see if the coast was clear.

My mind went blank. Your mind's been

blank all your life. Close the door.

I said c...

Come on!

I didn't see him.

I'll have a coroner's report on Strickland

first thing in the morning, Inspector.

That'll be fine, Doc.

Where were we, Milford? You've been

Strickland's secretary nearly 20 years.

Over 20 years.

Any enemies?

Naturally, Inspector Wellman. A big criminal

lawyer is bound to make some enemies.

But I don't know of anyone who

would've resorted to murder.

You're wasting your time. You've got

the murderer... Phillips, the bellboy.

Mr. Melton, if you don't mind,

I'll handle this case in my own way.

Bring that bellboy in. Okay,

Phillips, the Inspector wants you.

Be firm! You just leave 'em to

me. I can handle this two guys.

You can go,

Melton.

Okay, Phillips! I didn't do

it, Inspector! I didn't do it!

Please, I didn't do it! Don't

hit me! Don't twist my arm!

Don't twist my arm!

I'm innocent, I tell ya!

Don't hit me on the head

with a rubber hose!

Please don't hit me on the head with

a rubber hose! Wait a minute! Shut up!

What? The man didn't touch

you with his little finger.

What kind of third degree is

this? I don't give third degrees!

Stingy.

All right!

What's the matter with that guy?

He's been that way all his life.

He's too dumb

to commit a murder.

But why is he always

hollerin' about rubber hoses?

- Casey, show him the telegram.

- What telegram? Are you withholding evidence?

Oh, no, Inspector. I was

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