When Strangers Marry Page #5

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We've still got time to see the second game.

I'd sure like to see it.

Let's go.

No, I gotta get back to headquarters.

You're gonna get a rubdown?

Oh, I might as well.

Come on.

I can't promise you anything as exciting

as the ball game, Mr. Graham,

but I think you''ll get a kick out of this.

Make yourself at home.

This was a case I worked on

a couple of years ago.

Albert Foster. He was a mild little sales clerk.

Wouldn't harm a soul.

He was pulling down $35 a week

and he was happy with it.

And then one day, Albert fell in love.

Cute kid.

Albert talked Dolly into marrying him.

Promised her the moon,

told her he was making big money.

In order to make good on his promises,

Albert stayed late at the store one night

when everyone had gone home.

Everyone but Albert's employer.

Mr. Simmons.

While the boss was figuring up

the day's takings

Albert sneaked up behind him

and hit him over the head with a fire axe.

He hit him three times, Mr. Graham,

splitting the skull wide open.

Then Albert grabbed the money

and left town taking Dolly with him.

Did you ever catch him?

Yes.

We caught him.

After he'd killed three more people

with the same axe.

Robert Fisk.

Herbert Cain.

Ernest Boyd.

Well, you tell a good story, Lieutenant.

I had a good reason, Mr. Graham.

I daresay you've read about

the silk stocking murder in Philadelphia.

Uh-huh.

The killer got away with $10,000.

A man who murders once for money will go on

murdering for money, like Albert Foster.

Yes, I suppose.

Where's Mrs. Baxter?

I don't know.

The desk clerk said you were

pretty friendly with her.

Are you sure you don't know

where she is?

I told you I didn't.

I haven't finished. Do you mind?

There's one more slide.

Sidney Johnson.

The friend who covered up for

Albert Foster.

Sidney told us that Albert left the store

with him at 6 o'clock.

That held us up long enough for Albert

to commit three more murders.

Good day, Mr. Graham.

Fred.

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd drop in and tell the lieutenant I find Paul.

Let's get out of here.

But...

He wanted to know

where you were living.

But didn't you tell him I found Paul?

Well, I think he wants it for

another reason.

What other reason?

What other reason?

There was some sort of trouble

in Philadelphia.

What kind of trouble.

He didn't say.

Well, whatever it is, I'm sure Paul

had nothing to do with it.

Of course he didn't.

Millie, hasn't Paul told you anything?

Well, he's worried about something, but...

he doesn't want to talk about it.

Where does Paul work?

The Anderson Shirt Company.

Oh, Anderson. They're right up the street

from us.

Listen, I'll check with them to see

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