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Danny.

That's the one we'll be on.

DISTRICT ATTORNEY

OF:

JERICHO COUNTY:

I don't think I should answer that

question unless my attorney is present.

That's your privilege, Mr. Diedrich.

Bill, don't talk like a ninny.

After all, this is just an

informal little get together

to help me, as district attorney

of Jericho County,

tie up the loose ends of my report

to the grand jury.

I have nothing to add

to what I've already told you.

You ain't told us

very much, Mr. Diedrich.

For example, I'm still not quite sure

where you all were when

the crime occurred.

I was getting ready for bed.

Brushing your teeth and what not?

Exactly.

How long has it been your habit

to brush your teeth

in Mrs. Diedrich's private sitting room?

Look here, Stillwell!

-Bill!

Deposition of Ruth Dillon made

in part

Young Mr. Bill was with Mrs. Diedrich

in her upstairs sitting room.

They told me to go down to the bar

and mix two bourbon highballs as usual.

They also asked me to look and see

if Mr. Harry Diedrich was still

in the living room.

Now surely, Mr. Diedrich, in the light

of what you've just told me...

She's lying.

-That would be perjury, Mr. Diedrich.

That there is a sworn statement.

She'd do anything to protect Nearing.

She's crazy about him.

We've ample proof of that.

At the moment , though,

let us confine ourselves

to the situation in your home

as it existed

prior to you brother's murder.

The situation?

He means you and me, Bill.

Alma, you don't know what you're saying.

Oh, yes I do.

Bill and I have been in love with each

other for a long time, Mr. Stillwell.

Of course, it's all been

perfectly proper.

I was on the point of

discussing a divorce

arrangement with my husband when he...

He didn't know then.

Oh, no.

No, we've always been extremely careful

not to hurt him, I mean.

And yet, the day before he was killed,

he'd instructed his lawyer to draw up

a new will cutting you off

with a dollar.

I wonder why.

Of course he was dead before

the new will could be executed.

Poor Harry.

You're familiar, I suppose,

with the amount of the estate.

More or less.

More or less about $250,000.

Really!

Money, money, money.

The root of all evil.

Especially if you ain't got none.

What's that?

Oh, nothin', not a dern thing. I was

just phlosiphisin' at myself.

Tell me, Mrs. Diedrich, have you ever

discussed this matter with

your late husband's brother?

You don't have to answer

that question, Alma.

I don't intend to.

I think you're rather exceeding your

authority at this point, Mr. Stillwell.

We're not in court, please remember.

You misinterpret my question,

Mrs. Diedrich.

Do I?

Perhaps from now on, you better

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