Laura Page #2

- What do you mean?

- A couple of checks went through your account endorsed by him.

One on May 15 for $250.

One on May 22 for $400.

Oh, that. I-

I asked him to do

some shopping for me. That's all.

Shelby's a very obliging fellow.

For some time, also, you've been

withdrawing various amounts in cash.

Sometimes 1,500.

Sometimes 1,700 at a clip.

Yes. I needed that money.

The day you took out $1,500,

Mr. Carpenter deposited 1,350.

When you withdrew 1,700,

he deposited 1,550.

Maybe they were shooting crap.

Oh, must I be insulted like this?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Treadwell, but I have

to find out about these things.

Shelby needed some money, and I lent it to

him. That's all. After all, it is my money.

- I suppose I can do as I please with it.

- Sure. Of course.

Now, on Friday night, Mrs. Treadwell,

you stayed home alone all evening?

- Yes.

- Why didn't you go to the concert with Shelby?

Because he didn't ask me.

We were just talking

about you, Carpenter.

- What a coincidence to find you here.

- This is Lieutenant McPherson.

- Oh, how do you do, Lieutenant?

- I didn't know you were here, Mr. Carpenter.

As a matter of fact,

I was just lying down here.

My hotel room was so hot, and then all

the people and reporters and telephone.

You know how it is,

Lieutenant.

I've hardly slept a wink

since it happened.

Is that a sign of guilt or innocence,

McPherson?

I'm at your disposal, Lieutenant. I'm as

eager to find the murderer as you are.

But what possible motive

could I have for killing Laura?

Miss Hunt and I were going to be married

this week, you know.

No, he doesn't know,

and neither do I...

- or you or anyone else alive.

- What do you mean by that?

Laura had not definitely made up

her mind to marry him.

She told me so herself last Friday when she

called up to cancel our dinner engagement.

As a matter of fact, she was going

to the country to think it over.

She was extremely kind,

but I was always sure...

she would never have thrown her life

away on a male beauty in distress.

I suppose you've heard

losers whine before...

especially in your

profession, eh?

Would you like

a bite of lunch, Lieutenant?

That's very thoughtful-

the perfect host.

- Waldo.

- You'd almost think he was in his own home.

Shelby knows how distracted I am.

Would you, Lieutenant?

Thank you, Mrs. Treadwell,

but I've got to be going.

But, Lieutenant, I- Well, I rather thought

you'd want to ask me some questions.

Oh, yes. What did they play

at the concert Friday night?

Oh, Brahms's First

and Beethoven's Ninth.

Uh-huh. Have you got a key

to Miss Hunt's house up in the country?

No, but I think there's one

up in her apartment.

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