The Blue Gardenia Page #5

- Ah, it's all right, Sally.

Don't take it so hard.

No man's worth it.

Not 6000 miles away, that is!

They were probably struggling when she backed

into the fireplace and grabbed the poker.

She must've raised it over her head like this,

smashed the mirror and let him have it.

Take it easy! Both of you!

Now then...

You wiped the fingerprints

off the poker, huh?

I didn't see any fingerprints.

I picked it up and put it in its

place like I'm supposed to.

I see... and the coffee cup,

you washed that, huh?

That's what I'm paid for.

Not finding dead bodies.

Captain!

- Yeah? Excuse me.

A pair of women's shoes in the

hall closet. Suede pumps, 51/2.

I put them there.

They were in front of the couch.

You're very helpful.

They're not the first pair of women's

shoes I found in front of that couch.

Add 'em to the collection.

Hey, do you mind?

- He ain't very photogenic today.

Pardon us. -How about another

one, just for good luck?

Hello, Casey.

- Hello, Sam.

Got another cigarette? What are you

doing on a routine murder case?

Sleepy heard it on the car radio.

He wanted a peak at the dear departed

before the other boys beat him to it.

Anything special, Captain?

- Not much.

Artist.

He got murdered to music.

- What key?

Grab what you need, Al, and let's get out

of here. I've got a lot of work to do.

Work? You call writing a column work?

The cleaning said this was

still playing this morning.

Not much of a clue.

- We've got a few.

A lace handkerchief with blood stains.

A pair of suede pumps, size 51/2.

And a blue gardenia

broken off at the stem.

If you want to improve your mind...

I'll take mine in the flesh.

- That's how Prebble got his.

Prebble? Harry prebble?

- Yeah, you know him?

Yeah, I knew him.

Slightly...

That's quite a list.

- He was quite a man with the ladies.

Are you sure that one of

our girls is involved?

All I'm sure of is he got killed.

Who's next?

Send her into my office, please.

- All right.

Hazel, you posed for Mr Prebble,

didn't you? -Yeah.

They want you in the public relations

office. I'll take your board.

There go the next seven years.

- The janitor will get it, Hazel.

What's the matter, Norah?

Don't you feel well?

What?

I'm all right.

Here we are... a blue gardenia.

Just like the one I sold to

Mr Prebble last night.

And the girl with him...

Can't you remember anything about her?

Her perfume maybe?

No.

And that's usually the first thing I...

Oh yes!

Her dress... taffeta.

Taffeta has a voice of its own.

It rustles, like no other material.

Taffeta.

Probably black.

That's the fashion this season.

And, I remember her voice too.

It was a friendly voice.

Friendly and quiet.

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