Satan Met a Lady Page #4

- No.

Instead, you phoned your secretary

to tell her.

If this is boring you, sweetheart,

we'll leave.

- Oh, no. Go ahead.

- Oh, Shane, don't be so stingy.

How do you expect us

to turn up anything on the Ames killing

if you don't give us what you got?

You needn't get a headache

over Ames' murder.

- I'll bury my own dead.

- That's what I thought.

That's exactly why I came to see you.

Now, Shane, give us the lowdown.

- Where were...

- Pardon me.

Well, this is the best place

in the world for third degree.

- Isn't it, Roy?

- I'll say so.

Now, wait a minute, Shane.

Your partner Ames was shot

while tailing a man named Farrow.

And shortly after you left your

partner's dead body, Farrow was killed.

- I killed him for revenge.

- Cut that out.

Farrow died before he could say

who shot him.

Oh, but you're not a man

to need his word for it.

Babe and I are trucking along

if you're through.

- Not so fast.

- You're not ready to pinch me yet,

- are you, Pollock?

- No, not yet.

Swell. Come on, heartthrob.

Now will you have the name

on this door changed?

Just "Ted Shane, Private Operator."

- You win by process of elimination.

- Anything important happen?

A great, big, tall Englishman called.

- Oh, what did he want?

- He didn't tell me.

- What was his name?

- He didn't tell me.

That was a lovely case

you sent me out on last night.

I know, precious.

Widows are tough to initiate,

but if she turns up here,

keep her away from me.

- How could I?

- Hello, kitten.

Come in if I scream.

Well, I was just standing here

and zip, she went in. I couldn't help it.

Poor kitten.

Oh, Shane, did you really kill him?

Who put that bright idea

in your pretty little head?

Be kind to me, Shane.

Now you'd better go home and take

some sleeping tablets and get some rest.

And you will be careful

about coming here, won't you?

And I'll come to see you as soon as I can.

- How soon?

- Just as soon as I can.

How long do you have

to wear black, honey?

Don't you like me in black?

Oh, you look so good that people

will think you killed Ames just so

you could have mourning clothes

to make you look more gorgeous.

Well, now, don't worry

about the insurance or anything.

- I took care of the insurance already.

- Oh, well, then you'll be all right.

- Be kind to me, Shane.

- Excuse me.

- Shane speaking.

- How you doing, Shane?

- How am I doing?

- "Be kind to me, Shane."

Well, anyway, you love me

and know I wouldn't do anything wrong.

- Well, you might've killed Ames.

- Listen,

I'm supposed to be

a detective solving a crime case,

and everybody thinks

I committed the crimes.

Mrs. Ames thinks I killed her husband.

And the police think I killed Farrow

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