The Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse Page #4

But someday I hope to be able

to convince you with evidence.

And has this burglar

taken very much, inspector?

Quite a bit,

and he's holding onto it plenty tight.

Well, how can you know that?

We've checked the fences.

He hasn't tried to sell yet.

Fence? Oh, do you mean receiver?

Fence, receiver, stop,

it's all the same racket.

Somebody who buys hot stuff.

We've got them all covered.

Sooner or later this amateur

is gonna peddle his stuff.

And we'll drop on him

like a load of bricks.

The crook would be double-crossed

by the fence?

Sure. A fence wouldn't take a chance

on a crook he doesn't know.

- Might figure him to be a stool pigeon.

- Perhaps there are fences he could trust.

No, I know them all.

From Benny the Gouge...

...to Jo Keller, the biggest of them all.

Jo Keller? That's very interesting.

Oh, tell me, inspector, how does

a criminal get in touch with a fence?

- Through other criminals.

- Supposing he doesn't know any?

I mean, this is just as a matter of

curiosity, but where do fences hang out?

Everywhere.

Jewelry shops, drugstores, nightclubs.

Now, this Jo Keller owns a hotel.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Inspector?

- Yes?

- Sergeant Davis reporting.

- Yeah.

That guy down at the hospital

is ready to talk now.

Says he can identify the fellow

who was at the safe...

... when he climbed in the window.

That's fine. I'll be right down, sergeant.

Looks as though

we're getting somewhere.

- Have you finished with me, doctor?

- Why, yes, yes, inspector.

- Here's a prescription for sleeping tablets.

- Thank you.

If we can get our hand on those jewels,

I won't need any tablets. Do you mind?

Why, certainly.

- Show Dr. Clitterhouse to his car.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, doctor?

- Yes?

- You forgot your bag, didn't you?

- Oh, yes, I... I left it on the table.

I'll get it.

Yes, sir. If we could only get

our hands on those jewels.

- Mustn't forget your bag of tricks, doc.

- Quite right.

- No tricks, no doctor.

- That's right.

Thanks for dropping in.

You're welcome, inspector.

- Good night.

- Good night.

By the way, would you mind letting me

know whom your prisoner identifies?

- Not at all. But why?

- No reason except scientific curiosity.

All right, I'll phone you.

- This way, please.

- Thank you.

The next time

we're escorted by an officer...

...we'll probably both

be wearing handcuffs.

A blood pressure on yourself?

- Yes.

Unfortunate that interruption

in Mrs. Updyke's boudoir...

...would have been a perfect moment

for a blood pressure during the robbery.

I can't get over it.

You deliberately committing a robbery.

Four. Four perfect crimes in four weeks.

And the inspector calls me an amateur.

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