The Naked City Page #2

She was on the bed when I got here.

You come to work the same time every day?

- Every day except Thursday.

- That's my day off.

- Who moved the body?

Oh, when I came and saw her like that in the tub,

I called Mr. Harvey here. He helped me.

You should have waited for the police.

Both of you should have known better.

- I was so upset.

- Dan. Say, Dan.

I found a bottle of pills under the bed.

Looks like sleeping pills.

- Let me see 'em.

- I left them there.

Well, thankyou for that, Jimmy.

This is moving day around here.

I thought maybe you caught the fever.

Uh, about the pills -

Maybe the dame took an overdose.

Jimmy, it's our obligation

to wait for the medical examiner.

He's a learned physician employed by the city

to determine the cause of mysterious deaths.

Let the good man earn his money.

No accident. No suicide.

Bruises on her throat,

shoulders and arms.

Those slight burns around her mouth

and nose were caused by chloroform.

She was anesthetized,

after a struggle...

then dumped into the tub alive.

- How do you know that, Doctor?.

- By the white foam around her mouth.

It's proof she drowned.

- New?

- New.

- Okay, Lieutenant?

- Okay, Doctor?

- The body's yours.

- Start working, gentlemen.

Just smudges.

Dan.

Men's pajamas.

Found them in the laundry hamper.

No visible laundry marks. No label.

Real fancy.

You don't get these for 3.95.

Nick, pick up these pajamas on yourway out.

I want them checked right down the line.

What time does the elevator boy

come on in the morning?.

- 7:
00.

- Martha, who belongs to these?

Oh, I don't know, sir.

I'm so unstrung.

I know you are,

but I think you'd like to help us.

Oh, I would. I would.

She was such a sweet girl. A little wild

by my standards maybe, but live and let live, I say.

- She always treated me fine.

- The pajamas, Martha.

- Oh, I'm all in pieces.

- Martha.

Well, they could belong

to Mr. Henderson.

What's Mr. Henderson's first name?

Uh, Philip, I think.

He lives in Baltimore.

At least that's what she told me.

I only saw him once.

All I know is he was

an admirer of Miss Dexter's.

- Seems likely.

- Oh, I'm all in little pieces. What a nightmare.

You're being a great help to us, Martha.

How old would you say Mr. Henderson is?

Oh, 50 about.

- What does he look like?

- Well, like I say, I only saw him once.

He was coming in just as I was going home.

He's quite tall.

On the thin side.

Anything else?

Uh, does he wear glasses? Does he -

- Oh, no, no. That's all I can remember.

- Mm-hmm.

- Do you know Henderson?

- Never saw him.

- Shoot a wire on this to Baltimore.

- Lieutenant.

Here's the ring she was wearing.

I'll phone you after the autopsy.

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