05x17 - The Case of the Captain's Coins

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- Phil. Phil Andrews.
- Evans.

What are you doing
aboard a Farraday ship?

- Looking for a Farraday.
- Oh, no.

Don't worry. Not Ben.

I'm looking for Evelyn.

They said at the office she brought
some reports and papers down here.

Yes, she did,

for the line's esteemed
and lovable general manager.

Ben Farraday flew over
and joined us in Honolulu.

You've all had a miserable time
ever since, if I know Ben Farraday.

Where's Evelyn?

With Mr. High-and-Mighty himself
in the owner's cabin.

- Thanks.
- Oh, Phil.

Please, why don't you meet
Evelyn on the dock?

He cost you your job.

I wouldn't want the same thing
to happen to me.

He may be able to keep me away
from his fleet of ships but not his niece.

Don't worry, Evans,
you never even saw me around.

This all you brought from the office?

There are a number of important letters
there for your signature

and the report you wanted.

Why wasn't this report
forwarded to me in Honolulu?

I gave Carter specific instructions.

It wasn't completed until a few days ago.

Since you were already on your way back--

Evelyn.

Why, Phil.

Mr. Farraday, I'd like to speak
with Evelyn for a few minutes.

It's important, or I wouldn't have come here.

You needn't wait for these.

Why don' t you take
the rest of the afternoon off?

You can bring the company car
back in the morning.

Why, thank you, Ben.

Oh, Andrews, we're giving a party
aboard ship tomorrow night

for one of our passengers,
a Mr. Trevelian.

A preview showing of a most interesting
coin collection

he plans to exhibit at the museum.

You might enjoy it.

I've already invited Evelyn
and her uncle Carter.

Why don't you join us?

I've been given to understand that
Farraday property is off-limits to me.

I wouldn't say you were exactly
persona non grata with my niece.

And she's a Farraday.

Evelyn's from the wrong side
of the family-- one of the outs.

Them that have and them that haven't
but should have.

I'm sure you remember.

Yes. Perhaps it's time we resolved
that old issue once and for all.

How about it?

Tomorrow night?

Please, Phil. Please?

Yes, of course, Uncle Ben.
We'll come. Thank you.

[door closes]

Darling, what are you doing here?

Great news, honey.
I just couldn't wait to tell you.

- The teaching job.
- I got it.

You know what that means for us.

Oh, Phil.

Come on. Let's go.

We've got some talking to do.

Mr. Trevelian?

- Yes?
- I'm Evelyn Farraday.

This is Phil Andrews.

- How do you do?
- How do you do, sir?

That insurance floater
that you wired ahead for

- on your coin collection--
- Yes?

The Farraday Line office
took care of it for you,

and Mr. Farraday has a copy of the policy
endorsement on board ship.

Oh, thank you, Miss Farraday.

[Phil]
Can we give you a lift?

No, thank you.
I have some errands in town,

some things to purchase
for the party tomorrow night.

Well, then, we'll take you shopping,

after which you're going to have
a champagne cocktail with us to celebrate.

Well, somebody has to celebrate with us.

Miss Farraday and I
just set our wedding date.

Delighted!
I'll be very happy to join you.

Onward, girl, onward.

- Wonderful afternoon.
- Oh, just wonderful.

I enjoyed it so much.

- I'll get the car. It's out back.
- Righto, boy.

[humming]

Hey, you!

Hey, what's the idea-- Oof!

More work, Jane.

Oh, dear.

And more hot coffee.

Oh, thanks, Carter.

You're a doll.

Such familiarity. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk.

Now, if I were your boss,
dear Cousin Ben,

you'd be all stiff and formal.

Yes, Mr. Farraday. No, Mr. Farraday.

It's a pleasure to work overtime,
Mr. Farraday.

Thank you so very much, Mr. Farraday.

But you're not that Mr. Farraday.

Which is why I can call you
the doll you are.

[Carter giggles, make squeak noise]

[phone rings]

Mr. Farraday's office.

Jane, this is Evelyn.
Let me speak to my uncle, please.

Carter? Sure. He's right here.

No. Uncle Ben.

He's still on board the ship.

We have a direct line connection,

but Mr. Farraday asked not to be disturbed
unless it was extremely important.

It's extremely important.

Hold on, Evelyn.
I'll switch you through to him.

[ring]

Yes? Yes, what is it?

Evelyn?

All right, put her on.

He was unconscious for a while.

Somebody searched the inside of
the company car, looking for something.

The two of you haven't
discussed this with anyone.

You haven't called the police?

No, not yet, Uncle Ben,
but I think we should.

I've been worried about this for a long time.

The customs people let me
drive on and off the dock

without even checking the company car.

Somebody must have noticed that, Ben,
and taken advantage of it.

I think the company car was used
to smuggle something past customs.

[scraping sound]

Hold on. I'll be right back.

[rattling]

Evelyn?

There's nothing for you to be
concerned about,

absolutely nothing at all.

You were right. Just a clumsy
smuggling effort.

I'll handle it myself.

Don't you think Phil and I
should go to the customs people,

- tell them that--
- No, no, no, no.

I said I'd handle it myself.

I'll notify the authorities.

I want no publicity. Not now.

I suggest you forget
what happened tonight.

What did he say?

He-- He sounded almost upset.

- Upset?
- Yes.

He wants us to forget
about what happened tonight.

He'll handle it himself with no publicity.

No publicity? That doesn't sound
like sweet, dear Uncle Ben.

He invited me to a party.
That doesn't sound like him, either.

I thought something strange was going on,
and now I'm sure of it.

We're preparing a special Farraday exhibit
now, as a matter of fact,

for the East Wing of the Museum here.

Mr. Cosgrove, about the history
of the Farraday family

and the founding of the line--

has there been anything new
uncovered in the last few months?

Yes, I remember.

You did a magazine article, didn't you?

Some of the material will be new.

Ah, Jonathan Farraday.

Now, there was a romantic figure.

You know, of course,

that Jonathan single-handedly saved
a Malay king's son in an earthquake.

You can see the original copies

of the exclusive trade agreement with
the Malay Kingdom he received in gratitude

and the letter of credit
for half a million dollars in gold.

About the new things?

Miss Farraday and I spoke to a man
named Mr. Trevelian.

Nick Trevelian. Yes, of course.

His Far East coin collection will be shown
jointly with the Farraday exhibit.

Mr. Trevelian mentioned a coin.

Oh.
The Malay States Commemorative?

No, not a coin. A medal.

Mr. Cosgrove, this is very important.

Did that medal in any way
concern the Farraday family?

Why, yes.

The medal was struck off in ,

commemorating the act of heroism
by which the King's son was saved

in that earthquake
and the tidal wave which followed.

See, Jonathan wasn't the only
Farraday on that ship in .

His young cousin Thomas
was also aboard as a clerk.

And he wrote a letter to my great-aunt,

claiming he'd concluded some sort
of arrangement with Jonathan

that would make everybody rich.

Carter's right.

That arrangement was a partnership,

a partnership Jonathan never honored

after Thomas d*ed of cholera
on the trip home.

I don't see how a commemorative medal
would have any connection with all this.

Mr. Mason, didn't the old Commodore--
Ben and Edward's father--

hold back some of the company stock

and put it in some kind of a trust
when he d*ed?

Yes. I have that part
of the will right here.

A discretionary trust in the name
of Judge Benjamin Penner

for the specific purpose
of correcting any inequities

between the so-called "have" and "have-not"
members of the Farraday family.

This judge has the final say
as to who the stock goes to?

His decision can't be challenged?

Let me read you the provisions.

"Realizing that such a gift
in the form of a discretionary trust

"may be declared invalid,

"I give, devise, and bequeath

"to the said Judge Benjamin Penner

"the absolute title
to the shares of stock,

"leaving it solely to his conscience
and his friendship for me

to see that my intentions
are carried out."

That answer your question?

Yes, it does.

Mr. Mason,
you're the attorney for that trust.

That's why I asked Evelyn to bring me here.

Judge Penner doesn't have to let that stock
revert to Ben and Edward.

He has the right to turn it over
to Evelyn and Carter, hasn't he?

Yes, if we find evidence of inequity.

Phil, my agency investigated
every claim against that trust

during the last five years.

Rumors, vague stories about some
of Jonathan's crew being m*rder*d

because they were witnesses
to such a partnership.

But there was no proof
of any partnership or m*rder

or double-dealing of any kind.

You also investigated that fraud I was
involved in six months ago, didn't you?

You mean old Mrs. Wilson's story

about her grandmother
receiving a letter from one of the crew

mentioning such a partnership?

Mrs. Wilson remembered that letter
almost word-for-word.

But she hadn't seen it for years.

And she was sure that the letter
had been lost a long time ago.

If Uncle Carter hadn't got you
all excited about it--

Didn't you claim you found
that letter in Mrs. Wilson's attic?

Sure.
And I thought what I found was genuine.

His editor didn't, after Ben Farraday
proved it just a clumsy forgery.

A forgery for which you were blamed, Phil.

That issue of the magazine
had to be recalled and reprinted.

And Ben Farraday made sure
I lost my teaching job, too.

All right, the letter was a forgery.

But Carter and I are both sure
that Mrs. Wilson's memory wasn't.

Phil, every rich family
has its Uncle Carters--

the poor relatives who think
they should own part of the business.

Nothing's going to change my mind

about Carter or about
the disputed partnership.

But if it takes every cent I have
or ever earn,

I'll prove I didn't forge
Mrs. Wilson's letter

and that the "have-not" Farradays
should have that stock.

You sure you know what you're doing?

I do.

Well, I say it's too risky.

I hadn't counted on reporters.

I thought we could handle it quietly.

After what happened six months ago,

I don't think we have a thing
to be concerned about.

On the other hand, my dear brother Edward,

we could just dump the whole thing
in Judge Penner's hands

and see what happens-- to us.

Look, I agreed to help you, but this
whole business is getting out of hand.

I don't like it,
and I can't go along with it.

I'm still running this company.

I know you are, but I'm getting tired
of your high-handed, arbitrary decisions.

And I'm getting tired of being walked on.

[knock on door]

Yes, who is it?

This is Nickolas Trevelian, Mr. Farraday.

Your guests are arriving,
and I was wondering if--

I'm just finishing dressing, Mr. Trevelian.

Why don't you join the others?

I'll be along in a few minutes.

Yes, yes, of course, Mr. Farraday.

You're going to have to go along
with this, Edward.

Your neck is as far out as mine.

[knock on door]

Jane. Well, come on in.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

You're going to that party tonight
on board ship, aren't you?

Yes, as soon as I change my clothes. Why?

Phil, I don't believe
in being disloyal to my employer,

but Evelyn helped me
out of a bad jam once.

I owe her something.

As for Carter,

I've adored that wonderfully
crazy old man

ever since I went to work there.

I could never stand to see them hurt
the only decent Farraday man in the family.

Go on.

I accidentally overheard Mr. Farraday--
Ben-- on the phone

with his brother Edward.

He said something about finally
being able to--

to shut up that nuisance Carter
for good.

Shut up Uncle Carter?

He wanted to make sure
the reporters would be present tonight

when he-- he exposed the second fraud
by the same man in six months.

Now, that could have been Carter he meant,

- or it--
- Or what?

I know this sounds silly, Phil,

but that same man,

that could be you he was talking about.

Oh, where can Phil be?

Do you think I should
phone his apartment again?

No, no, no.
I'd wait a few more minutes.

Uncle Carter, I'm worried.

After what happened last night and the way
he spoke to Perry Mason today,

I-- I have a feeling he's walking
right back into trouble again.

But he's right!

Yes, yes, he's right. We both are.

Just you wait and see.

Oh, please, Uncle Carter--

I knew he wasn't too happy
about coming tonight,

feeling the way he does about Ben,

but somehow I hoped
it was all over and done with.

Now I'm not so sure.

Phil!

Ben?

Ben.

Ben.

I asked Evelyn to call you.

Mr. Mason, I didn't k*ll Ben Farraday.
I swear I didn't.

Sure, I came into the room,
but he wasn't around,

so I sat down and waited.

I happened to glance
out of the stateroom window,

and there was a man looking in.

He was the same man who slugged me
in the parking lot last night.

It was him, I'm sure of it.

So you ran out after him,
but he disappeared.

What makes you think
he went ashore, Phil?

I'm not sure, but I thought I saw
someone running down the gangway,

and I figured he'd gone into the warehouse.

That's the reason I was there
when the officers showed up.

I wasn't hiding, Lieutenant Anderson.
You've got to believe me.

[knock on door]

- Mr. Trevelian?
- Yes.

I understand the coins here
on the desk belong to you.

Yes, but what are they doing here?

I put them in the safe in the purser's office
shortly after we left Honolulu.

Mr. Farraday himself suggested it.

The purser tells me Mr. Farraday took them
out of the safe yesterday afternoon.

Any idea why?

Well, he was most interested in them.

One in particular-- not actually a coin,
but a commemorative medal

struck in honor of his grandfather
Jonathan Farraday.

An Malay States commemorative--

The Malay States. It's gone.

There's one thing about this job--

it's a lot easier than the one
the police have on their hands.

Beats me how they expect to find
that medal on a ship this size.

Don't underestimate the police,
Mr. Evans.

Finding things is one
of their top specialties.

Right now, I'm more interested in finding
the man Phil Andrews saw last night.

Was there anyone in particular who had access
to Mr. Farraday's stateroom?

A steward, perhaps?

Well, yes. Anyone of about a half a dozen.

No, wait a minute.

Mr. Farraday brought his own man
on board last night.

Sid Garth, his personal valet.

Used to be one of our best stewards.

I should have a card on him
here somewhere.

Yes. Yes, here it is.

I'm going back to the office, Paul.

There's some work I want Della
to start right away.

Want me to stick around here and see
what I can pick up from Lt. Anderson?

No, I've a somewhat bigger job for you.

First, a thorough check on everyone
connected with the case--

contacts, associates, their movements.
Go back two or three weeks.

Easy, Perry. I employ a staff, not an army.

Then you'd better start recruiting.

I want everyone watched
right around the clock,

particularly, Mr. Trevelian.
Handle him yourself.

You're spending money
like it just went out of style.

Why the -hour tail on everybody?

Malay States Commemorative Medal .

The medal?
If it's worth bucks, it's worth a lot.

Yes, if the face on the medal
is that of Jonathan Farraday.

Are you saying the face on that medal
might be that of Thomas Farraday?

In which case, Paul, Thomas,
not Jonathan, saved the King's son,

and Thomas, not Jonathan,
was given the trade agreement

and the half million dollar letter of credit.

But, Perry, I've seen those documents.

They were made out
just to the Farraday Company.

So it's possible

that before the document
was made out simply to the company,

the cousins Farraday
had agreed to a partnership.

Sure. Then, when Thomas d*ed
on the trip home,

Jonathan could have
forgotten the partnership

and claimed that he was the hero
who'd saved the prince.

The Malayan people
would never have found out,

would never have known the difference.

Sure would explain everything--

the mysterious deaths, rumors.
It fits like a glove.

If the face on the coin
is that of Thomas Farraday.

Shame about Ben being k*lled.

I suppose in a way,
it all had to do with those coins.

Oh? In what way?

Before Nick Trevelian left the Far East,

he sent me a photograph of himself

with the coins he'd purchased
from Ionescu in Hong Kong.

Also a list of the coins.

I agreed to a showing here at the museum.

How did that affect Mr. Farraday?

Well, naturally I knew
Ben would be interested

in the Malay States
Commemorative Medal

because of its association
with the Farraday family history.

I called him.

What did he say?

He insisted-- rather peremptorily,
as a matter of fact--

that I rush the photograph
over to him by messenger immediately.

- And did you?
- Yes.

That same afternoon,
he called me back, very excited.

Pleaded with me not to release
any information on the medal.

Mr. Cosgrove,

do you have photographs
of both Thomas and Jonathan Farraday?

Twice in the same day.

Yes, I have the photographs.

- I'll get you a set of copies.
- One moment, sir.

You said "twice"?

Mr. Trevelian was in only a short time ago

asking for photographs of Jonathan Farraday
and his cousin Thomas.

No, Mr. Farraday didn't give any reason.

Just told me to get tickets
for him and Sid Garth

on the first flight to Honolulu
over a week ago.

He was very excited-- upset.

Any idea what might have upset him?

No, but I think it started
when Mr. Cosgrove phoned.

He's the man at the museum, Perry.
He's an old friend of Ben's.

Go on, Miss Weeks.

Well, he acted very strangely after that.

Nervous, tense.

He had to attend a meeting.

Told me he was expecting
an envelope from Mr. Cosgrove.

I was to let him know immediately
when it arrived.

It arrived about an hour later
by special messenger.

What was in the envelope?

A photograph.
I didn't get a good look at it.

He asked me if I knew
of a photo studio in the neighborhood,

and he rushed right out.

And it was on his return that he
asked you to phone the airlines.

Yes.

Well. Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Farraday.

Am I interrupting anything, Mr. Mason?

Not at all.

Miss Weeks, will you please see to it

that my things are moved in here
from the other office?

Why, yes, sir.

I'm taking over Ben's duties.

I don't suppose the medal
has turned up, has it, Mr. Mason?

No, no, it hasn't.

Do the police still think Ben was m*rder*d
because of that medal?

Well, the k*ller could have taken
everything from that coin pouch.

He took only the medal.

Tell me, Mr. Farraday,
when you went aboard ship yesterday,

did your brother show you that medal?

Why, uh, why, no.

I ask only because he'd
taken the coins from the safe

shortly after the ship docked.

However, he must have
mentioned medal to you.

Well, yes, he did.

The medal was the principal reason
for giving the party last night.

And the presence
of the reporters at the party?

I, uh-- I must ask you to excuse me,
Mr. Mason.

I'm-- I'm very busy.

Miss Weeks, that photo studio
you mentioned--

I thought you'd want the address.

It's just around the corner.

Thank you.

Yeah, it was a week ago,
give or take a little.

He came in with this photograph
of a guy holding a tray

with maybe a dozen coins on it,

all arranged like a display,
y'know what I mean?

What did Mr. Farraday want you to do?

Asked me to make an enlargement--
blow up a particular coin.

Well, actually, it was a medal.

What did this, uh, medal look like?

Nothing very unusual about it--

profile of some geezer
with a handlebar mustache.

I understand name Farraday
was printed on the back.

"Farraday-- Saver of the Prince,"
something like that.

Did he take the enlargement with him?

Nope. He took one look at it
and b*rned it.

Weird, y'know what I mean?

Like I told the police
after I read about the m*rder.

It was a funny thing.
There was another man involved.

He came in a few minutes
after Farraday left.

Like you, he was very interested
in the photograph.

Would you, uh, happen to know
the name of this man?

His name was Farraday, too.

Everybody knows him along the street.

They call him Uncle Carter.

Hi. What are you two doing here?

Looking for a photograph
of some coins and Nickolas Trevelian.

Speaking of Trevelian,
aren't you supposed to be watching him?

I am. He's in there.

In Ben Farraday's house?

Mm-hmm. Third trip today.

First two times,
he couldn't get past the front door.

The houseboy kept shaking his head
and wouldn't let him in.

This time, the door was answered
by a woman-- the housekeeper, probably.

He's been inside, oh, about five minutes.

What else has our friend
been up to this morning, Paul?

Well, first off, he hightailed it
to the museum. Saw a man there.

Henry Cosgrove?

Why, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Trevelian.

Is this why you came here,
to recover your photograph?

Well, yes, yes. The housekeeper
was good enough to--

But how did you know?

I spoke to Mr. Cosgrove earlier.

He mentioned the fact
you had sent it to him.

For publicity purposes, you understand.

Apparently, Mr. Farraday
had borrowed it from him.

May I see it?

Tell me, which is the
Malay States Commemorative Medal?

This one in the upper right hand corner.

It is a little difficult to distinguish.

Della.

Mm-hmm.

These are copies of the pictures
Cosgrove gave you yesterday at the museum.

Jonathan and Thomas Farraday.

Mr. Trevelian,

the face on that medal

is not that of Jonathan Farraday.

That's-- That's Thomas Farraday,
Jonathan's cousin.

[door opens]

Oh, we've had Mr. Trevelian followed, too--

a matter of routine
which seems to have paid off.

So it would seem there never should have
been any "have not" Farradays, huh?

- I guess you overheard us.
- Yes.

Those requests for pictures bothered
Mr. Cosgrove, the man at the museum.

He called us, we followed you,
and here we all are.

Like I always say,
don't underestimate the police.

Now, Lieutenant, all you have to do

is arrest the man
who stole that medal from the ship,

and you'll probably have the m*rder*r.

We picked up a man named Sid Garth.

He admitted stealing a bag of coins,
all right,

but it's not Sid Garth we're charging
with m*rder, Perry.

It's your client, Phil Andrews.

Mr. Noymann, you have stated

that the magazine issue in question
had already been printed and distributed.

Now, when the decedent challenged
the article on the Farraday family,

what did you do?

Well, naturally,
as Phil's editor on the magazine,

I had no choice but to recall the issue
and delete the article

after Mr. Farraday had proved conclusively

that the document in question
had been deliberately forged.

What action did you take
against the defendant?

We had no choice but to fire him.

[Carter]
There's no question about it.

The face on the
Malay States Commemorative Medal

is that of Thomas Farraday
and not Jonathan Farraday.

In other words, as one of the parties
most closely concerned,

you feel that this medal,

unlike the forged document
in the defendant's magazine article,

gives you cause to reopen
your claim before Judge Penner

for the Farraday stock he holds in trust.

No question of it, no, sir.

This medal gives us more
than just a claim to some stock.

It opens up the question
of full partnership in the Line.

It was only a matter of hours
after he'd boarded ship in Honolulu

that Mr. Ben Farraday sent for me.

He told me he'd seen the picture

of the collection I'd sent
to Mr. Cosgrove at the museum

and that he was particularly interested
in one item--

the Malay States medal.

So you had Mr. Evans, the purser,
remove it from the safe,

- and you showed it to him?
- Yes.

He was most excited
and asked me a great many questions.

I told him that I'd purchased it,
among others,

from the Ionescu estate in Hong Kong.

I left Ben at : .

I returned at : ,

in time to see Philip Andrews,
the defendant,

running away from the stateroom corridor.

I went in and found Ben dead.

When you talked with the decedent at ,
did he discuss the medal with you?

Yes.

I remember his exact words:

"That medal can't hurt us anymore now.
Neither can Phil Andrews.

He'll get what's coming to him
at the party tonight."

At that time, Mr. Farraday,
did you know of your own knowledge

of anything that had been done
in regard to the Malay States medal?

Yes.

I'd read a copy of the wire Ben sent

asking for authentication of the medal.

And to whom was that wire sent?

To the person in Hong Kong from whom
Trevelian had purchased the medal--

Mrs. Fidor Ionescu.

When I received Mr. Farraday's wire,

I immediately checked through our records

for a possible certificate
of authentication.

And did you find one, Mrs. Ionescu?

Yes-- a certificate from the Far East Coin
Company

with whom my late husband
had often done business.

Did you check the certificate
of authentication

with the Far East Coin Company?

Yes.

And they denied ever having
or selling the medal to my husband.

I don't know where my husband
got the medal,

but as for the certificate,
they sent a man over to examine it.

I have a notarized affidavit from them
attesting that the certificate

authenticating the Malay States
Commemorative was a forgery.

For the second time,
a forged document

relating directly or indirectly
to the ownership of the Farraday Lines.

Now I ask you,
was Mrs. Trevelian the only party

interested in this particular collection
of coins your husband had for sale?

No. Another man had come
to see him a month earlier.

I explained Mr. Ionescu
had just d*ed a few weeks ago,

that the collection was being inventoried.

He-- this man-- said he had
just came from Malaya

and asked if the collection included
an Malay States Commemorative.

And did this other man ask
to go through the collection?

I told him that my husband had agreed
before he d*ed

to give Mr. Trevelian first refusal
on anything in the collection.

If there were such a rare medal,

I told him Mr. Trevelian would
unquestionably wish to purchase it.

Mrs. Ionescu, this man who had traveled
from Malaya to Hong Kong,

who was interested
in some unheard-of medal,

who was in Hong Kong at the very time

that the bogus medal
and the spurious authentication

became part of your husband's collection

before it was sold to Mr. Trevelian.

Is this man here now
in this courtroom today?

Yes. He is the defendant--
Mr. Philip Andrews.

Perry.

Perry, do you plan to put on a defense
at this preliminary?

Please don't misunderstand me.

I'm only asking
as a matter of accommodation

for one of the witnesses--
Edward Farraday.

Accommodation in what manner?

We've decided to release the ship,
the Farraday Queen,

for its run back to the Orient
tomorrow night.

As new president of the line,

he feels it a matter of urgent necessity
that he sail with his ship.

And I'll be finished for the prosecution
by noon tomorrow.

What if the defendant is bound over?

That's just the point.

When the defendant is bound over,
Perry,

we don't plan to go to trial immediately.

All the witnesses from the ship
will be under subpoena,

and they'll all be back in time.

I had planned to recall a few witnesses.

As for a defense--

I certainly have no objection
to your recalling a few witnesses.

And I'm not trying to influence you,
counselor.

But if you put on no defense
at this hearing,

we should be finished
by tomorrow afternoon.

I was going to say I have no present plans
for a defense at this preliminary.

Thank you, Perry.

Yes, I-- I did go to the Malay States,

right after I was fired.

I guess it was pretty stupid of me.

But I had to find proof I was right.

I didn't care what it cost me
or where I had to go.

And it was in the Malay States

that you heard about the possible
existence of the commemorative medal?

Yes. A vague sort of rumor.

I heard that if there were such a medal,

the only person who might have it
or could locate it

was a Mr. Ionescu in Hong Kong.

You heard the rest.

Ionescu was dead,
his widow was cataloguing his collection,

and Trevelian was expected
with the right to buy anything he saw.

Phil, why didn't you tell Evelyn
about that trip?

Perry, I was not responsible
for that forged letter that cost me my job.

And I wasn't going to let it ruin my
reputation for the rest of my life.

I couldn't let it ride,

even though Evelyn
had asked me, had pleaded with me,

to drop the whole matter for good.

Look, does it make any difference
my having gone there?

The Prosecution
has very definitely made it appear

that you were doing the same as
you did with that magazine article--

manufacturing evidence.

But why, Perry? Why should he?

They've already created the impression
that he planted the medal

and the authentication
in the Ionescu collection,

expecting Trevelian to pick it up
and subsequently make it public.

If they can also prove
that he recovered that medal,

along with the coins Garth stole,

and returned them to Ben's cabin,

then it will certainly appear
that he planned the entire thing

to fool Judge Penner

into turning that stock over to you.

I had a hunch,
from the way Mr. Farraday acted,

that those coins might be worth a fortune.

Yes, I-- I stole the bag of coins
from Mr. Ben's stateroom.

The only way I could figure to get them
off the ship and past the customs

was to hide them in the back
of the company station wagon

that Miss Evelyn drives to the dock.

So you followed her, Evelyn Farraday,

and Mr. Trevelian and the defendant
when they left the dock.

Go on.

Well, they went shopping first.

And every time they shopped,

Phil Andrews would take
what Mr. Trevelian bought

and put it in the back of the station wagon.

I was getting a little scared.

So, when you figured they'd
spend some time in the restaurant,

you went up to the station wagon
in the parking lot

to try to recover the pouch of coins.

Yes, only it wasn't there, in the back
or anywhere else in the wagon.

And it wasn't on Phil Andrews.

Did you see anyone else at any time,
go near the back of that station wagon?

No, sir. He was the only one.

Him-- Phil Andrews.

He had to be the one
who took the pouch and hid it.

- Your Honor--
- Your witness.

Now, you watched that collection
of coins aboard ship,

made plans to steal it.

Once the ship docked,
you did steal it, isn't that so?

Yes.

Having stolen it, you hid the collection
in the company station wagon

and then subsequently tried to recover it,
but you were unable to do so.

Now, there was only one purpose

for the original theft
and the attempted recovery,

and that was blackmail, isn't that so?

Yes.

Now, you didn't find the bag of coins
in the station wagon

or on the defendant.

Wasn't that because someone had
taken the coins from the station wagon

before it left the dock

and had returned them
to the decedent's stateroom?

Your Honor, I object to that.

I'll withdraw the question.

I'm finished with the witness.

Miss Farraday,
the court has ruled you a hostile witness.

You will therefore answer my questions
yes or no.

In spite of learned counsel's
attempts to insinuate

that the stolen coins never left the dock,

isn't it a fact that the defendant had
ample opportunity during that afternoon

to gain possession of those coins
from the station wagon

and later to return them to the ship himself?

Objection, Your Honor.

Mr. Burger, what is the purpose
of your question?

Well, Your Honor, when the decedent
was found m*rder*d,

all the coins were there
except the Malay States Medal.

Now, we know that Garth
removed all the coins from the ship.

Since they were found
at the scene of the crime,

it's obvious that somebody
returned them to the ship.

Objection overruled.

Proceed, Mr. Burger.

Very well, Your Honor.

Miss Farraday, do you claim

that you and Mr. Trevelian
and the defendant

were constantly together
every moment that afternoon

up to the time of the defendant's
encounter with Mr. Garth in the parking lot?

Yes.

Did you stop along the way?

Was the defendant ever left
in the car at any time?

We stopped to shop several times,
but Phil was never alone.

- You're certain of that?
- Yes.

- Absolutely certain?
- Yes!

Oh... Well, no.

Phil was alone at one time.

When was this?

There wasn't any place to park
in front of the restaurant,

and he told us to go on in,
that he'd park in the back.

So he was alone during that time,

and he later rejoined you
in the restaurant.

He was only alone a few minutes.

Time enough for him to remove
those coins from the station wagon

and hide them somewhere else

until he later returned them
to the stateroom of the decedent.

That isn't true. He didn't.

Thank you, Miss Farraday.
That'll be all. Your witness.

I have no questions at this time.

You were on duty that afternoon,
I believe, at the gangplank.

Now, would you tell us, please,

what happened
at exactly : that afternoon?

Yes, sir. The defendant
Phil Andrews came aboard

and said he was looking for the purser.

Is the purser's office
near the owner's stateroom?

Yes, sir, just down the passageway.

When I told him what I'd
overheard on the phone

about Mr. Farraday exposing the second
fraud in six months by the same man,

well, at first Phil was just stunned,

- as if he-- he couldn't believe it.
- And then what?

And then Phil became angry
and ran out of the building.

While the party was in progress
elsewhere on the ship, Mr. Evans,

the night the decedent was m*rder*d,

would you have any idea who went in
and out of Ben Farraday's stateroom

and at what time?

Yes, sir, I would.

My office is just down the passageway
from the owner's stateroom.

I was working that evening
with the door open.

Would you tell the court, please,

who went in and out of Ben Farraday's
stateroom between and that evening?

Mr. Edward Farraday
came in about a little after

and left about minutes later.

The defendant, Mr. Andrews,

arrived at about :

and left at about : .

Mr. Edward Farraday
returned at that time,

went into the stateroom,
and discovered his brother's dead body.

Now, beside the door
that you had under observation,

was there any other way in or out
of that stateroom or its adjoining bedroom?

No, sir.

So between the time Edward Farraday left

and the time he returned
to find his brother dead--

during the exact period when
the m*rder must have been committed--

the one and only person who went
in and out of Ben Farraday's stateroom

was the defendant Philip Andrews?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Evans.

If it please the court,

when Mr. Mason has completed
his cross-examination of this witness,

the prosecution will rest and move
that the defendant be bound over for trial.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

Before cross-examining this witness,
Your Honor,

I should like to recall
Nickolas Trevelian to the stand.

Why, yes, Mr. Mason,

I am considered an expert on old coins

and historically valuable medals
of that nature as well.

Since the forged authentication

for the Malay States
Commemorative Medal

was still in Mrs. Ionescu's files,

I take it you did not request
such authentication.

Why, Mr. Trevelian?

Could it have been that you as an expert

had decided the medal was genuine
and needed no authentication?

Well, as a matter of fact, I--
I didn't question it for a moment,

but that certificate--

The certificate was false, Mr. Trevelian,

but that didn't make the medal false.

Have you by any chance read, uh,

Mr. Kouffman's recent
coin collector's newsletter--

the one on Far East coins,

the one in which he mentions a series
of Malay States Commemorative Medals?

No, I haven't had a chance yet,

but there's no doubt
that Kouffman is tops in the field.

He further mentions a test
for authenticating such medals--

a tiny deathwatch beetle inscribed
within the Malayan coat of arms.

- Have you heard of that test?
- No, I'm sorry I haven't.

Well, was there such a beetle
inscribed on the medal

you purchased from the Ionescu estate?

Why-- I don't know.

I accepted the authenticity of it
without looking for such an inscription.

Thank you.

That'll be all.

[Judge]
Mr. Burger?

No redirect, Your Honor.

The witness is excused.

Your Honor, it's nearly the hour
for the noon recess.

Mr. Mason and I had agreed
to an early end to these proceedings.

Therefore, at this time,
I should like to move--

One moment, Mr. Burger.

In the light of the evidence,
I plan to recall two more witnesses

before even considering the matter
of a defense.

Mr. Mason, you said yesterday--

[Judge rapping gavel]

That'll be all.

The court is not interested
in personalities.

I suggest, therefore, that you gentlemen
meet during the noon hour,

and, if there is any matter to be brought
before the attention of the court,

It be presented
after the noon adjournment.

Court is recessed until : .

Got it.

You were right, Perry.

The information was there
at the passport office.

[phone rings]

Yes, Gertie?

Put him on.

Right.

Good work.

Thanks, Paul.

Well, Miss Street, we've just about
solved the riddle of the Captain's Coins.

Mr. Farraday, isn't it true

that you followed Ben Farraday
to a photo shop

on the afternoon of the day
he left for Honolulu?

Yes. I don't deny that.

Isn't that when you discovered that
they'd made an enlarged photograph

of the commemorative medal?

I was told the photograph was of a medal.

Just a medal, that's all.

I had no way of knowing
it was the Malay States medal.

But the photographer
described it to you, didn't he?

And didn't you then go straight
to see Sid Garth?

No. Why should I?

To ask Garth, as an old friend,

to keep an eye on that coin collection

to make sure that Ben Farraday
didn't dispose of that medal?

Well, all right. I--
I guess I did go to see Sid,

but I didn't know he was going to steal.

I meant no harm.

Just as you meant no harm

concerning the fraudulent letter
found in Mrs. Wilson's attic.

No.

First you paid
to have that document forged,

then you steered Phil Andrews right to it.

That particular maneuver
cost Mr. Andrews his job,

yet you meant no harm.

I'm sorry.

You did go down to the docks
to meet Sid Garth

when the ship arrived in Los Angeles,
did you not?

Yes, but I didn't see him.

The k*ller did, Mr. Farraday.

The k*ller saw Garth
hide those coins in the station wagon.

The k*ller knew very well

the importance
of the Malay States medal,

so he took the coins
from the station wagon,

returned the coins and the pouch
to Ben Farraday's stateroom,

but he kept the Malay States medal.

And that evening, the k*ller
went to Ben Farraday's stateroom,

made known his demands
for returning that medal.

There was a violent quarrel, and--

I was with Evelyn every minute
I was on board ship that night.

And I can prove it.

Why was it so important to you,
Mr. Farraday,

to sail to the Orient with your ship tonight?

It was a matter of business urgency,
to inspect the branch offices.

After all, I am taking over
active management of the Line.

Then it wasn't a matter of getting
to Hong Kong to pay off your accomplice?

My accomplice?

That Malay medal
was absolutely authentic.

Ben knew it. So did you.

Now, Ben flew to Honolulu
to intercept Mr. Trevelian aboard the ship

He wanted to get hold of that medal

and keep it under wraps
until you had done your job.

I don't know what you mean.

You couldn't have hidden
the existence of the medal.

There was the picture to the museum.

So you had to do the next best thing--

you had to destroy the value of the medal.

You remembered Phil Andrews
and that forged document.

Forgery had saved you once,

so you figured it would save you
once again, isn't that so?

No. No.

Records in the passport office will prove

that at the same time Ben flew to Honolulu,
you flew to Hong Kong.

It was you, Mr. Farraday,

who hired the accomplice in Hong Kong

to place something into the Ionescu files

which would make it appear
that the Malay medal wasn't authentic.

Look here, you can't talk--

Possession of that medal, would have
been worth millions of dollars.

The m*rder*r k*lled someone for it.

And unless I'm mistaken, Mr. Farraday,

that medal was carefully hidden
aboard the ship.

The ship?

This morning in court,

I deliberately made it impossible
for any of the witnesses in this case

to be aboard that ship
when she sails tonight.

I described an identifying mark
which would authenticate the medal.

I did so to force the k*ller
to try to retrieve

or at least have a look at that medal
before the ship sailed.

And from the moment of the recess,
Mr. Farraday,

I've had every single witness in this case
watched carefully.

I didn't go near that ship!

No.

But Mr. Evans did.

No.
I don't know what you're talking about.

You were followed.

You went first to the ship
and then to a locker in the bus depot.

When the police further investigate,

they'll find that medal
hidden in that locker.

Now, in view of further
police investigation,

and in view of the facts
I've just related here,

you're certainly not going to deny
that you k*lled Ben Farraday,

are you, Mr. Evans?

No, he became furious.

He ordered me
to give him the medal and then get out.

Ordered me!

Just like I was so much dirt

to be ordered and kicked around
by the great Ben Farraday.

Well, not me.

Not anymore. I wouldn't take it.

So when he grabbed for the medal
and fought with me...

I k*lled him!

It was only me he saw
going into that stateroom.

Sure, after he'd k*lled Ben.

He was aware of the fact
that the coins were aboard ship.

They'd been placed in his office safe.

He could have looked them over
at any time.

He certainly would have known

the significance of the face
on the Malay medal.

And don't forget he also knew

that Ben Farraday had removed
the coins from the safe

and taken them into his stateroom.

But then Garth took them,

and somebody saw him
put them in the station wagon.

And the ones who were there at the time

were Uncle Carter,
Edward Farraday, Evans,

even our little friend Trevelian.

After Perry gave out the information
about the deathwatch beetle,

we kept an eye on all of them.

I almost forgot. A messenger left this.

It's a present for you.

From Mr. Trevelian and your Uncle Carter.

[Paul]
That face launched
a thousand ships?

[laughter]