The Unknown Man Page #4

Three meals a day and all

the smokes you can buy.

They even filled two teeth for me, here.

Did they?

The guy said they ought to come out but

figured maybe he could save them.

Just a chance, he says.

He did. He saved them.

Good.

A crazy guy.

I don't know why he troubled.

I don't know why you trouble, either.

Did you do it?

What do you think?

I don't know yet.

Sure you don't. How could you?

So why should you care?

Why have you come here anyway? Why?

Kellwin says you're innocent.

You believe Kellwin?

Not necessarily.

He knows you. I don't.

He could still be wrong.

No, you're different.

You're not like Kellwin.

New to this game, aren't you?

What game?

Crime.

Yes, I'm new to it.

I'm not.

You have a record?

Long as your arm. Larceny,

car theft, assault and battery.

Twice.

That shakes you, doesn't it?

I've been on the grift

since I was a kid.

How did you get started?

My Pop died when I was six, I guess.

Yeah, I guess that started me.

I liked my old man.

Ma was no good, but he was.

We got along just fine.

One day, he went out

and got himself killed.

Just a smash-up.

They said he was quite a mess

when they pulled him out.

Quite a mess, they said.

That's sob stuff.

Look, you'd better get of here mister

before you get your fingers burned.

Look, you want the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but?

Alright, I'll tell you the truth.

A guy gets cut to bits on Cedar Street.

Okay, that's too bad.

Too bad for me.

Because I'm in bed and

asleep when it happens.

In bed and asleep, see.

But I got no proof.

No proof, no alibi, nothing.

Just my word.

My word? Oh brother, is that a laugh.

Because who is taking it?

The cops, the D.A? You?

Are you going to believe

me, with my record?

Are you crazy?

For a guy like me mister,

there ain't no justice.

Go home to bed.

See this little bean-shooter?

It's a Czechoslovakian Czeska.

Only been fired once.

And it shouldn't have been, because

it went through the mail man.

The killer got sentenced this morning.

What else have you got in here?

This knife did for Marjorie Oldfield.

He wanted to divorce. She wouldn't.

This little hatchet was Mrs Thompson's

idea for dropping the curtain on hubby.

If you look close, you can

still see the blood on it.

Want to look close?

All these milestones in

your brilliant career.

Morbid isn't it.

Uhoh, no luck.

We got a mouse here, name of Molly.

She's quite a character.

She eats all my doughnuts

and search warrants.

Only moll that ever got away from me.

I'll get her one of these days, though.

How did you make out

with Wallchek upstairs?

I asked you at dinner whether

you thought he was guilty.

What do you think, Joe?

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