They Call Me Mister Tibbs! Page #5

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Being a detective. Ever see this before?

- I suppose it belonged to Joy, right?

- Right.

I think it looks familiar.

The clasp is rough,

might have scratched her.

Was she wearing it

the last time you saw her?

I never pay much attention

to jewellery, Virge.

You're wearing some.

This was my mother's. You may

remember having seen her wear it.

I don't pay much attention

to jewellery either.

"Sturges, Joy."

That's strange.

I know she was payin', or I'd have

thrown her out. I've got good tenants.

They're all fine people.

You're a careful man, Mr Weedon.

I can sense that.

Yeah.

I'll look through the apartment file.

Let's see. 3A...

3A. Here it is.

I'm sorry, it completely skipped my mind.

She wasn't a tenant. She's a sublease.

- Who paid the rent?

- Garfield Realty.

They stole one of my tenants,

took over his lease. The girl moved in.

She paid them, they paid me.

Here's a card.

Woody Garfield Realty.

- Thank you.

- Stay for a drink.

- No, thanks.

- You sure?

Do you own a lot of buildings,

Mr Weedon?

Yeah, here and there.

- You do pretty well.

- Well, I... manage to scrape up a living.

From your first-class tenants?

You let me know

if I can help you any more.

What is it, Weedon?

Who do I call first about you,

the Vice Squad or Narcotics?

You can call the president

if you want to, Mr Tibbs.

Why do you want to see him?

Would you mind telling him I'm here?

Well, you see, I am Mr Garfield's wife

as well as his partner.

Would you... wait a minute, please?

Look, will you get off the phone?

I need you now. Get off the phone now!

When I say something, it's important!

- There is a cop out there!

- So there's a cop. He can wait!

What do you mean, wait?

I'm the one that's out there.

I don't know what he's doing here!

Hang up now!

You can come in.

- Mr Garfield? I'm here about Joy Sturges.

- Hi there.

Joy Sturges...

110 St James, apartment 3A.

That doesn't belong to us.

That belongs to that pimp, Weedon.

- You lease and sublet that apartment.

- Nonsense!

Yes. Yes, we do, dear.

That was all part of a package deal.

We took in one of his tenants in March,

assumed responsibility.

Then we must have

a file on it somewhere.

I'll get it.

Good.

- Pardon me.

- Mr Garfield?

Well, what's that?

Looks like lint... from a new carpet.

That was 110 St James, hm?

Woody, come back, damn you! Woody!

- Where is he going?

- I have no idea.

This is Tibbs. Inspector Deutsch

is following suspect.

He is not to arrest

unless suspect tries to leave town.

He may lead us to something.

Mrs Garfield, get your coat.

You're coming with me.

This is "Be Nice to Police Week".

Paper! Get your paper!

Paper! Paper!

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