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kill you deader than a doornail.

Would it hurt?

Like blazes. You stay away from that

set now, and from those wall plugs.

Don't monkey with electricity unless

you know what you're doing.

- Why did you, Grandpa?

- You got me there, boy.

I'll get it. Jud says he'll be up

in a little while.

- I'm sorry.

- Honestly...

- Yes?

- Mrs Benson?

- That's right.

- Is your husband at home?

My hus...

No I'm a widow.

What I should have asked was,

are you the owner of this house?

No I'm not. It belongs to my

father-in-law. What is it you want?

I'm John Baron, special agent,

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

These are my men.

Do you suppose I could have

a few words with Mr. Benson?

Just a moment,

won't you come in? Dad!

- Oh, how are you gents?

- John Baron, special agent.

- For heavens' sake. FBI?

- May we come in?

Why sure, come right in and

make yourselves at home.

- Thanks.

- Not at all.

I get quite a kick out of this, used to be

with the Treasury Department myself.

Really?

- Back in the old days.

- Collector of Internal Revenue, eh.

Tax Collector, not on your life.

Secret Service.

You don't say?

Grandpa was President

Coolidge's bodyguard.

You don't say?

Yep, back in 1928. Youngest retirement

in the service, account of my heart.

Not heart trouble you understand,

an accident on one of Cal's fishing trips.

- A hunter, got the slug right here.

- Say, that's a nasty one.

How come you're still alive?

I don't know, lodged in my heart.

They took it out. Had to take it easy,

so they retired me.

- You're lucky.

- Luckier still if it hadn't hit me.

I'm gonna' be in the

Secret Service someday.

Thought you was gonna'

be a Sheriff, like Tod.

Squirts like you are supposed

to grow up to be President.

- Name's Pidge, Mr Baron.

- Glad to meet you, Pidge.

I ain't a squirt!

Mr Baron, what did you want to

see us about, is something wrong?

Nothing wrong yet Mrs Benson, but

there might be. We're just checking.

On us?

On the house.

Do you mind if we a look around?

Help yourself,

but I wanna' know...

We're gonna' look around, with or

without your permission, Mr Benson.

It's an emergency.

Check it.

There must be

something the matter.

Anyone else live here,

besides you three?

- No.

- Anyone been by here today?

No.

Just the usual routine.

Willy Harris left the milk.

- What's this all about Mr Baron?

- Just being careful, I'll explain later.

- Two bedrooms, one bathroom, clear.

- One here, just like they said.

Kitchen, pantry, back door, stairs go

down to the garage under kitchen,

cellar door in hall, clear.

Car in the garage.

Look at this for a setup...

Sorry folks, but I'm afraid we're gonna'

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