A Man Betrayed Page #3

No Johnny wouldn't kill himself.

He had too much to live for.

And I suppose you're inferring

he was murdered.

That's just what I mean.

Then you'd better go see

the prosecuting attorney.

I'm going to lunch.

And he's on a diet.

But I can't figure out who

would wanna kill Johnny.

Don't look at me. We just prosecute

crimes. We don't commit them.

Look here. As a prosecuting attorney, I

appreciate your professional interest.

But everything's been taken care of.

Why don't you go on back home

and forget it?

Your clients will need you.

Nothing to collect around my office.

But dust.

This is my first case.

Besides there's more to

it than just business.

You see, Johnny and I were sorta like

brothers.

His mother she feels mighty bad

thinking Johnny got in a

mess and killed himself.

So I figure to stay around till I can

prove it was murder.

I suggest if you feel there's

something crooked about this case,

that you see Cameron.

He took a personal interest in it.

Cameron?

That's all I heard

since I hit this city.

Who is this Cameron?

Know who wrote the Bible?

Well there's been conflicting reports.

Here you are, Mr. Hollister.

Cameron's little furnished walk-up.

Thanks, Elmer.

If you ever come to Spring Valley,

look me up.

There I'm a man about town.

Small town.

Hey, gardener, here's your load.

How do you-.

Miss Sabra isn't 60.

She doesn't need supports.

It seems Miss Sabra it doesn't need any.

I caught her on the first bounce.

Turnabout is fair play, chum.

Magazines the mailman just handed me.

- I uh...

- We don't want any magazines.

And I don't care if you

ever get through college.

Aunt Terry said she'd rather face the

Germans than election in this city.

Or electing France. Mr. Cooper?

Not three years and my favorite

father's son..

My darling.

I know it isn't polite to barge

in on you like this when

you haven't been invited.

But as one Cameron to another,

if you wait around for invitations

you don't get anywhere.

Looks as though I've suddenly got

a smart young lady on my hands.

If you've been on your own as

much as I have, you have to be.

- Sabra, I...

- I wanted to come back before.

And yet...

it was like

like when you remember

a place you used to love.

Well, you had fun.

You wanna go back and yet

but you're afraid to because

things might have changed.

My barber says I've changed.

I had three less hairs this morning.

Well I'm not worried about my father.

Somehow you're all Boss Cameron now.

Maybe I should've stayed

with Aunt Harriet.

You don't mind my being here, do you?

Do you?

Terribly.

You're like that first breath of

spring the poets write about.

And that sulfur and molasses

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