He Walked by Night

I see. Is that all?

Thank you very much.

Anything else I can do,

I'll be glad to help you.

We may call you.

Get his name and address, will you, Bob?

- This door been checked, Lee?

- Yeah, it's okay, Captain.

- Find anything?

- Nothing but some smudges so far.

Found this in the glove compartment.

I think it's nitroglycerine.

Doesn't look quite right.

- Check it down at the lab.

- Right.

Come on.

Open this up, Joe.

- No key, Captain.

- Pry it open.

Give me that bar, Frank.

Regular arsenal.

- Yeah, and get a load of that.

- What is it?

I don't know. It looks like

some kind of an electrical device.

United States Navy.

Either stolen or war surplus.

Send this to the lab and check

the serial number on that Navy equipment.

- Yes, sir.

- Captain Breen.

We found these in the weeds

over by the radio store.

- What have you got?

- A pair of cloth gloves, Captain.

He thought of everything, didn't he?

- Give them to one of the technicians.

- Yes, sir.

Marty, you and Chuck come along with me.

Let's go downtown and see

what they've picked up in the dragnet.

You know him, Marty?

Yeah.

I know his wife, too.

Ever since high school.

Captain, I wish you'd let Chuck and me

handle this case.

All right. But I don't want any dead heroes.

I just want the man who shot Rowlins.

The suspects began to arrive

at headquarters in droves.

The police tossed every motel and hotel

and many private homes...

in a four-square-mile area

around the scene of the shooting.

Every available radio car, patrolman,

and detective was out on the dragnet.

The strings were being drawn

tighter and tighter.

Many a man returning from a date,

a late party, or a poker game...

surprisingly found himself in a squad car...

its sirens screaming as it brought him

to the detective bureau.

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