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something a long time ago.

- How do you know that?

- Just the way he said it.

Like it was something

happened a long time back.

Did the Swede eat his supper

at the diner every night?

Yeah.

I wonder why he didn't show

the night the killers were there.

He'd been staying home for a

few days. He didn't feel so good.

- What was the matter with him?

- I don't know.

Stomach or something.

It started Thursday, a week ago.

I was at the filling station.

About an hour before closing,

a guy drives in in a big black car.

Caddy, I think it was.

- Fill 'er up. Ethyl.

- Yes, sir.

Hey, you!

Look at the oil, will ya?

It's okay.

Check the rear tires.

Wipe the windshield.

This town got a name?

- Yeah.

- What is it?

- Brentwood.

- Brentwood?

- 3.83 with the tax.

- Here, kid. Thanks.

Thank you.

Brentwood, huh?

Nick, you close up. I'm going home.

What's the matter, Swede?

Are you sick?

Yeah.

I feel kind of sick.

And he walked off

rubbing his stomach,

and he didn't come to work next day.

Only time I knew him to miss a day.

You didn't notice the license

plates on the car, did you?

It was an out-of-state car, though.

Illinois, I think,

or maybe Pennsylvania.

And the man in the car,

what did he look like?

Well, he was kind of heavyset.

Had a mustache.

Look, mister, if you don't mind,

I'm feelin' kind of sick myself.

Yeah.

I want to call Newark, honey.

Market 3-2-600.

Uh, Brentwood 2-7-7.

This is Riordan. Let me

have my office, please.

Hello, Stella? I'm still

up in Brentwood. Yeah.

I've had some postmortem photographs

made of this fellow Lunn.

I'm sending you in a print. He's got

broken knuckles, a fighter's hands.

Have one of the boys take the

picture over to Kelly's gym.

See if anyone there can identify him.

Get me anything you can on the guy.

What? Oh, that can wait

till I come in tomorrow.

Well, tell the boys I've taken

a run down to Atlantic City.

I want to interview

Lunn's beneficiary.

Around here, Mr. Riordan,

they all call Mary Ellen "Queenie."

She should be here any minute.

She's usually home

from church by now.

There she is.

Queenie, will you come here a minute?

This is Mr. Riordan.

Hello, Queenie.

Thank you, Mrs. Grimes.

- Sit down, Queenie.

- Thank you, sir.

I have news for you. It may

be good, it may be bad,

according to your feeling

for the deceased.

- Oh, did somebody die, sir?

- Pete Lunn.

- Who, sir?

- Pete Lunn.

Oh, I know no one of that name.

Well, you must have known him, Queenie.

You're his beneficiary.

His what, sir?

His life was insured for $2,500.

It's payable to you.

Oh.

Oh, there must be some mistake.

Nobody would be leaving

me that much money.

There aren't any other Mary Ellen

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