Mystery Street Page #5

McAdoo. It was done once in Scotland.

Ha-ha. Lieutenant, you're not young enough | to start on this case.

Maybe. But I'm dumb enough.

McADOO:
| No. The eye sockets are too wide apart...

...and the forehead's too prominent | for this face.

- How many do we have left? | - About eight, sir.

- May be none of them, you know. | - That's encouraging.

No, the jaw of the skull's | too short for this girl.

Well, it wasn't a bad idea.

It was a good idea. If the skull fits, | it may not prove you have the right girl...

...but if it doesn't fit, | it certainly eliminates the wrong one.

Hmm. Close.

How about it, doctor?

Fairly close.

- What number is this, Ben? | That's Negative Number 3, sir.

McADOO:
| Mm-hm.

Length and width's all right.

Eye sockets, good.

Teeth, perfect. | I'd say this could be the girl.

That's good enough for me.

"Heldon, Vivian.

Twenty-four, 5'5", | reported missing by Jacqueline Elcott...

...May 30th, 317 Bunker Street, Boston. " | We check on it.

I'll call you later, doctor. Thank you.

Yes?

- Yes? | - Good afternoon.

I'm looking for a lady.

- Yes, indeed. | - By the name of Jacqueline Elcott?

Why, she's asleep. | Works nights, you know.

- Sweet, very sweet. | - Yes, but I...

- Who shall I say called? | - Will you just call her now, please?

Of course. | I'm hardly responsible for what my room...

- Just call her. | - Yes, indeed.

Oh, Jackie.

- Jackie? | - Yeah, Mrs. S?

Better come down. It's a...

It's a gentleman caller named Dick.

Be right down.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Who are you?

I'm Mrs. Smerrling.

I own this rooming house | and I've never had any trouble.

Whatever it is that Jackie has done...

Not that she would do anything, | mind you.

Is your husband here?

Not exactly.

Were you ever married?

Not exactly. I...

I, uh...

- You see, I... | - Vivian Heldon. She roomed here.

Now, there's a bad one.

Is she in jail? What for?

- Miss Elcott? | - Yes.

Oh, I'm Lieutenant Moralas. | You reported Vivian Heldon missing.

Oh, yes, sir.

When she didn't come back | after a couple of days, I got scared.

I don't know why, but I did. | Then I checked where she works and...

- Where was that? | - The Grass Skirt, a caf.

They said she went out one night | with a customer and never came back.

I pity the customer.

About a week later...

...I got a picture from her room | and sent it to the police.

- You should have consulted me. | - Are her things still here?

Well, all I found was her suitcase.

I put it in my room.

Let's have a look at it, huh?

Excuse me.

If there's any money in it, | she owes me two weeks' rent.

Thank you, Mrs. Smerrling.

Nothing happened to her, did it?

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