Nancy Drew... Reporter Page #2

If anyone touched that chemical...

...the ferranide would etch the prints

into the metal.

A search has been made

for the poison container.

- It's missing.

- But it must be in the house.

You were the only person connected

with the Lambert household...

...with a knowledge of sodium ferranide.

You were the only one who had access

to her room the night she died.

And the only one who had motive

to commit murder.

I didn't kill her, I tell you.

I didn't. I didn't kill her, I tell you.

That's all.

- What's the verdict?

- The girl's being held for trial. Murder.

What's up, baby?

Something we didn't figure on.

I gotta get out to the Lambert joint

and find a tin can.

- Look out.

- Oh, heavens.

Come back here.

He's gone away. He drove away.

Knocked the bumper off.

What's all this about a tin can?

There's fingerprints on it.

If the cops find it first,

we're gonna be in a jam.

- A jam? How?

- Never mind how.

If Eula Denning isn't set up,

she'll get all that old lady's dough.

Oh, I see.

And if she is set up,

the money goes to Miles Lambert.

Not bad.

- How much do you get?

- Oh, Lambert will take care of me.

I'll have to start being nice

to Mr. Lambert.

Don't you be nice to nobody but me,

lamby pie.

Be careful, baby.

Officer, did a man come in here?

The DA's closed up this joint.

No one can get in here

without a court order.

I'm here to see to that.

Well, the man bumped into my fender

and ran away and...

Oh, a hit and runner?

Yes. And he must be around here

some place.

- It's the only place he could've gone.

- You and I will just take a look around.

Maybe you'd better go on that side,

I'll go on this one, so he can't escape.

Good idea. And if you spot him, yell.

I'll come a running.

Hey, what are you doing there?

Why, I'm here to read the gas meter.

That's the man, officer.

He's the one who smashed my fender.

- Oh, a run and hitter?

- Yes.

I won't prefer charges

if you pay to have it fixed.

Well?

Will this square it?

Itll only cost me three and a half

to have my fender fixed...

...and about 50 for the gasoline

I wasted, so here's a dollar back.

All right, get along with you?

Thanks a lot, officer.

He had an awful lot of money

for a gas meter reader.

Maybe I'm in the wrong branch

of the service.

Did he say he was

from the gas company?

Yes.

Gee, that's kind of funny.

I got it, Mr. Bostwick.

All about the Lambert inquest.

I was delayed on account of a man

ran into my fender.

So it was you?

You switched those assignment slips,

didn't you?

Well, I thought reporters

always did things like that.

At least, they do in the movies.

It says right in my textbook...

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