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There you are, Corey, you see?

Pink elephants.

Just like I said. Get your clothes.

Stop by my office on your way out.

Thanks, doctor.

- Well, what are you waiting for?

- Hm?

You heard him. You're a free man.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

And I'm a free woman.

At least for the weekend.

You want to meet me in town?

Well, I can catch the 5:10 bus

and be at the Biltmore by 9:30.

I'll change when I get there.

Looks like you stuck me for dinner.

Come to think of it,

it's about time that I fed you.

Hop in, son.

- Which way you going?

- Same way you are.

Hop in.

Wait a minute. What's the idea?

- You're Bob Corey, aren't you?

- Yeah, that's right.

Hop in. Come on.

In here, son.

This is Bob Corey. Captain Garcia.

How are you, Corey?

Sit down, son, sit down.

- Oh, uh, care for a smoke?

- No, thanks.

Well, they tell me out at the hospital

you've had quite a siege.

Feel well enough

to answer a few questions?

Sure. If I know the answers.

Good. Good.

When was the last time

you saw Steve Connolly?

Seven, eight weeks ago.

- Do you remember the exact date?

- Yeah.

November the 18th.

He's been killed.

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

No, he was very much alive

the last time I saw him.

Then what's this all about?

Why all the mystery?

Your friend, Steve,

is wanted for murder.

- Murder?

- Did you ever hear of Solly Blayne?

The gambler?

The guy who was shot a few weeks ago?

- That's right.

- Well, yeah.

But you don't think that Steve...

That's crazy. How would

he get mixed up with a guy like that?

We asked that same question,

we got an answer...

...from detective headquarters,

New York City.

Steve Connolly, before the war,

professional gambler.

Operating in New York, New Jersey.

Arrested November 1941,

gambling charge, conspiracy to defraud.

Acquitted. Lack of evidence.

Enlisted, U.S. Army, December 1941.

- No record since.

- I know all that.

So he got off to a bad start. What of it?

In the Army he changed. Guys changed.

Some of them changed back.

So let's get down to cases.

Any idea where your pal might be?

I, uh...

Oh, that telegram

you were just going to tell me about.

It wasn't from Steve Connolly.

A woman sent it.

They located her in Chicago

this morning.

A woman? Who is she?

What did she look like?

She's an older edition of her daughter.

A nurse out at the hospital,

called Julie Benson. Do you know her?

Sure, I know her.

It seems the Benson girl got her mother

to send the wire so you'd quit worrying.

All right, so Steve didn't send it.

That doesn't mean he killed anyone.

Why were you so worried?

Why did you keep calling

the Fremont Hotel?

Because I wanted to see him.

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