The Naked City Page #3

- Have fun.

- Always do.

Sir, that ring -

it's a black star sapphire. Very rare.

She said her brother

sent it to her from India.

- Did she have any other jewelry?

- Oh, a lot.

Valuable.

She kept it in a jewel box - locked.

- Let's go get it.

- No.

Please.

Okay. You can pick up

that bottle under the bed now.

- Check.

- That one there.

- Nick, can we open a drawer on this table?

- Yeah, I've gone over it.

- What are you doing to the furniture?

- Investigating it.

Oh, she had chamois bags

full of bracelets and rings - diamond rings!

- They're gone.

- Can you describe the jewelry?

- Well, most of it, I think.

- Fine. Shaeffer, will you -

Yes, sir.

Pretty little slumber pellets.

Jimmy, I want to go on questioning

those two in there. You start your legwork.

Take the number of that prescription,

see the druggist.

From him, go to the doctor.

Then go to the dress shop she worked at.

Right.

- Lieutenant, the newspapermen are here.

- Okay. I'm comin'.

- Getting any fingerprints, Nick?

- Nothing good so far.

Fragmentary print smudges.

That's all.

Looks to me like a heavy case.

A heavy case.

An investigation for murder is now underway.

It will advance methodically,

by trial and error...

by asking a thousand questions

to get one answer...

by brain work and legwork.

When it comes to legwork,

Detective Jimmy Halloran is an expert.

In the war, he walked

halfway across Europe with a rifle in his hand.

Up until three months ago,

he was pounding a beat in the Bronx.

And now he's playing button, button

in a city of eight million people.

No, the druggist can't remember

Miss Dexter personally.

He'll have to look up the prescription.

Oh, yes. Here it is.

The doctor's name was Lawrence Stoneman,

office in the Chaffee Building.

The Chaffee Building, Halloran.

Eighteen blocks south, four blocks west.

Nick.

How you doin'?

Not too bad.

Found these two hairs in the rug.

Mm-hmm. Getting any fingerprints?

- Nothing good yet.

- Thanks.

Martha, aside from Mr. Henderson,

did Miss Dexter have any other men friends?

None that I know of, sir.

Just this Niles man. Frank Niles.

Oh, lovely man.

- What are you doing?

- Don't mind me.

Just admiring your hair.

Is Dr. Stoneman in?

- Do you have an appointment?

- I'm from the police department.

- It's quite important.

- Follow me, please.

There's your city, Halloran. Take a good look.

Jean Dexter is dead, and the answer

must be somewhere down there.

Yes, sir. What can I do for you?

Have a seat.

Thank you. I want to ask you

about a patient of yours.

- Jean Dexter.

- Dexter?

You wrote a prescription for her

about two weeks ago - sleeping pills.

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