Murder, My Sweet Page #4

I don't like sitting here.

I'd much rather be home in bed, too.

I'd rather dig eggshells out of garbage

cans than pry information out of you.

- I get it. You don't like me.

- No. I never have, and I never will.

You're a not a detective,

you're a slot machine.

You'd slit your own throat for six bits.

- Now, look...

- All I want from you is silence.

One false move, and you'll be locked up

as a material witness.

It's that kind of a case, with the witnesses

gagged and the papers crying for news?

I'll get them their murderer.

You'll get him about the time

you get your third set of teeth.

Okay. Go on home to bed.

Stick to your story if you want.

Play it dumb, play it any way...

but stay out of my way.

And stay out of the way of Marriott's pals.

I've been after these boys for a long time,

and I'm close. I'll get them.

So watch your step...

or I may have to pick you up

in the same basket with Jules Amthor.

Yeah?

- Is Amthor mixed up in this?

- So you know him, then?

I know lots of people in this town...

but I never heard of Jules Amthor.

It's a bad guess.

Business is getting better. And prettier.

Mr. Marlowe, I'm Miss Allison, The Post.

The police aren't being helpful

on the Marriott case. I wonder...

How did you know about me?

I have friends at the City Hall, naturally.

That's my business.

I'd just get you in a lot of trouble.

Did Marriott tell you

who owned the jade he was buying back?

They'll never know where I heard it,

but if I know something...

I'll be in a much better

bargaining position down there.

Come in, Miss Allison. Have a seat.

No, I wasn't told who owned the jade.

Didn't seem to be any of my business.

- Had you known Marriott some time?

- A couple of weeks. Why?

Did you have any theories about what

happened, or was supposed to happen?

One or two.

- You do your own typing, Miss Allison?

- Why, yes.

I'm not always this brilliant, Miss...

Miss Grayle.

But I'm improving.

What do you do besides playing reporter?

You're a hot rock anyway.

I should toss you to the cops.

All I could tell them last night was that

Marriott was buying back some jewelry.

You'd impress them

with that line about the jade.

Have you ever known a Velma Valento,

Miss Grayle, a singer?

It was another case, anyway.

I was just hoping...

Did your friends at City Hall

tell you about the jade, too?

- Who does it belong to?

- What's your interest in it?

We won't get anyplace

answering questions with more questions.

- I'll take my answer first.

- Okay.

I'm interested in the jade,

now that I know about it...

because I'd like to know who besides me

might have killed Marriott.

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