When Strangers Marry Page #4

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stranger.

Here you are.

Well, everybody's got to have a miss

now and then.

Paul.

Yeah?

I'd like to invite someone to dinner.

Who?

Fred Graham. I told you about him.

He's...

Yes, I remember him.

Hey, give me my marble.

No.

It's my marble.

No!

Kids squabbling over marbles.

Twenty years from now

they'll still be squabbling.

But over money instead of marbles.

People don't change much, do they?

Will Tuesday be all right?

I'd rather you didn't, Millie.

But... I owe an awful lot to Fred.

Maybe you do, but...

I don't want him over.

I do.

I don't.

Come on over here.

Come on.

I'm mad, you know that, don't you?

Your eggs are burning,

you know that, don't you?

You still mad?

A little.

The Philadelphia silk stocking murder...

What did you say?

Nothing.

Jacob Houser, a hotel bartender

who can identify the killer

has left Philadelphia for an undisclosed

destination.

Jacob Houser is the sole witness...

Where are you going?

I've got to make a call, Millie.

I'll see you later.

I tell you, he tried to kill me.

He only missed me by that much.

I tell you he tried to kill me.

It might have been accidental.

Did you get a look at the man

who was driving the truck?

No. But why should anyone want

to murder me?

Maybe you know too much.

You mean...

It's a pity that you can't remember

the name of the hotel.

Like I said, I caught a peak at the guy's suitcase

when he left the bar with Prescott.

The label said Hotel something or other.

New York City, that's what it said.

That's what it said.

Can't you tell me something more

about the man?

Like I said, he was sort of a salesman of some kind.

He was about 6 foot tall,

dark hair, dark eyes...

He had on a dark suit.

Dark eyes, dark hair and a dark suit.

There are thousands of men who fit

that description here in New York.

Yeah...

That makes it tough.

If you could only remember that hotel label

on the killer's suitcase.

I can't.

I can't, I can't.

Your life may depend on it.

I can't.

I can't, I can't.

Your life may depend on it.

That's it.

Sherwin. That's it.

Are you sure?

Sure.

She checked out early yesterday morning.

Did her husband ever show up?

No, not that I know of.

Was Mrs. Baxter friendly with anyone

in the hotel?

Yes, er... Fred Graham.

I think you'll find him downstairs

in the...

The city is a nice place to live in, all right

but I'll take a home in the country anytime.

Well, that depends

on what you call living.

You can't raise kids in the city.

I didn't know everybody was married.

Everyone should be.

Well, sometimes things just don't work out

the way you figure.

How are the ball games

coming along?

They're playing a double-headed today.

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