["Alfred Hitchcock" theme music]
- Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen,
and welcome to "The
Alfred Hitchcock Hour."
This is a device for
those persons who enjoy
walking in the rain but
are afraid not to carry
an umbrella lest people
think them peculiar.
You may have noticed that I'm
not wearing a raincoat either.
There are several practical
applications of my umbrella.
It is excellent for
those who enjoy tuning in
on local radio stations
with their hearing A*DS.
As you can see, it's
convertible,
in case you occasionally wish
to walk with the top down.
Naturally, the preceding
nonsense has nothing whatsoever
to do with tonight's play.
Nor, for that matter, does the
following.
[gentle orchestral music]
[suspenseful music]
- "Dear Uncle George, I am
writing to you
"out of sheer desperation.
"I don't have anywhere to turn
and I'm in a terrible way.
"My husband hasn't worked in
months
"and has started drinking.
"I know he's a good man,
but all this extra time
"on his hands is too much
for him to cope with.
"How can I help him through this
crisis?
"Signed, At the End of My Rope."
- Dear End of Your Rope,
take comfort in this
thought from Uncle George.
Your problem, unfortunately,
is not unique.
What your husband needs is a
hobby, like collecting things,
to divert his energies from
drink,
or working with his hands.
That might restore his
self-respect.
Anymore cries of pain for
this human Wailing Wall?
- Uh-huh.
- Oh, something interesting,
Bea?
- "Dear Uncle George,
believe me, I'm a woman
"who minds her own business."
- Woops.
- "But I live in a large
building,
"and I can't help noticing
what's going on
"in the apartment across
the court from mine."
- You can be sure that this nice
lady
owns a beautiful pair of
binoculars.
- "A nice man lives there with
his wife,
"but when he's away at
work, another man comes in.
"Sometimes when the drapes
aren't drawn,
"I would see him kiss her.
[John clicking tongue]
"Should I tell the husband
what's going on behind his back
"or should I forget the whole
thing?
"I'd appreciate an immediate
answer because I'm leaving
"to visit my sister upstate.
"Signed, Good Samaritan."
- Good Samaritan.
Well, Good Samaritan, be a good
Samaritan.
Obviously you are a nosy old
witch
and I'm sure you've
got warts on your nose.
Oh, it's not worth it.
Just send her a note telling
her to mind her own business.
Gently, don't offend.
Mm. [chuckles]
How many more?
- Enough.
- Now, let's get 'em out
of the way even if it means
we have to work through dinner.
I'd like to play a little squash
in the morning, do you mind?
- Oh no, I don't mind.
You better call your wife.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Corned beef and a vanilla
shake?
- On pumpernickel.
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Well, you sound cheery.
- Oh hello, darling, where are
you?
- Oh, I'm still at the office.
I won't be home until after
nine.
- Aw, you mean poor little
Louise has to eat all alone?
- I'm sorry, darling, but I've
just got
to clean up a few odds and ends.
I've sent out for a sandwich.
- Oh, okay, I'll make me some
eggs.
See you after nine.
- You've forgiven me about this
morning?
- Oh, it was all my fault.
I'll see you later, darling.
[lips smack]
If I'm not asleep.
I'm awfully tired.
Bye.
[soft suspenseful music]
Do you like your eggs up or over
easy?
- Funny thing.
- [John] What?
- This woman, Good Samaritan,
she lives in your building.
- Oh?
- 523 Park, that's your address,
isn't it?
- Yeah.
- They're out of pumpernickel.
How 'bout rye?
- All right, rye.
- Okay.
- Good Samaritan.
Louise?
Louise?
Louise?
[lock rattling]
- Hi.
- Where have you been?
- Oh, I didn't feel like
cooking.
I decided to eat out.
- Alone?
- Sure, there's a marvelous
new Italian restaurant
on 3rd Avenue with really
the end in scaloppini.
One of these nights
when you're working late
I should meet you there. [sighs]
- Have you been drinking?
- Well, just one before I left,
why?
- Well, this bottle is half
empty.
I just opened it yesterday.
- No, that was two days ago,
darling.
And you weren't exactly sober
when you went to bed last night.
Well now, did you dredge
up a lot of lovely advice
to your lovelorn today?
- I have a big shoulder
and it's quite comfortable.
Would you like to try it?
- I'm awfully tired, Johnny.
- I am a great comforter.
I offer solace to millions.
- I read your column today,
Johnny.
- That's nice.
- Pretty sickening.
Much too sweet, darling.
- Thanks.
I thought it was pretty bad,
too.
But I wrote another chapter in
my novel
while I was at work this
morning.
- Oh, good.
- What's good?
- Six years long is a
long time to be writing
on one book, Johnny.
At the rate you're
going, you're gonna have
to have it published
posthumously.
- Very funny.
- I think you're gonna have
to give in soon, Johnny.
Put your name on that column.
I mean, that's quite some
reputation being Uncle George.
Uncle George is famous.
- Come on now, Louise.
- Oh, you afraid your friends'd
laugh
if they found out how
you made your living?
Isn't that sad?
Only your secretary, your
publisher, and your wife
know enough to offer you homage.
- Louise.
- Have you seen my new comb?
- No, I have not seen your comb.
- Oh, would you believe it?
That's the third one I've lost
this month.
And you had my initials put on
it, too.
Oh well, Uncle George'll
buy me another one.
- What are you doing?
- This place is driving me nuts,
Johnny.
It's like living in a goldfish
bowl.
I wanna move.
- Why?
- There's some old woman
that lives across the court
that's got nothing
better to do all day long
than play I Spy on her
neighbors.
I wouldn't be a bit surprised
if she appeared any moment
at the front door with a
poisoned apple in her hand.
- Are you serious?
- Of course I'm serious.
And if this keeps up, I want you
to speak
to the superintendent.
- What apartment is she in?
- The one directly opposite
ours, number 6 West, I think.
I don't know.
Will ya get away from there?
Don't encourage her, you'll only
give her
something else to stare at.
[soft ominous music]
[soft suspenseful music]
- Louise?
I'm snowed under again tonight.
I won't be home until at least
midnight.
Yes, midnight.
You'll find something to do,
won't ya?
All right, dear, I'm sorry.
Yes, I won't make any
noise, I'll be quiet.
Well, it looks like we're
gonna be working late
again tonight, Bea.
- Oh, every night this week.
- Well, think of all the
overtime.
- Overtime, smovertime.
I may have lost my husband.
He never sees me anymore.
- Bea, hold any calls for
me the next hour or so.
I don't wanna be disturbed.
- I'll order dinner now.
- Let's splurge tonight.
I'll buy ya a steak.
- A steak!
[suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
[soft suspenseful music]
[cork pops]
- What are you doing
home so early, Johnny?
- For me?
- Well, of course, darling.
- Excellent.
You liar.
Should I have brought
you flowers or candy?
It's not Valentine's Day, is it?
Our anniversary maybe?
- All right, I'm expecting
someone, okay?
Maybe under the circumstances
you better
go back to your office.
It might prove embarrassing.
- She was right.
- Who was right?
- The good Samaritan
with the poison apple.
- The what?
- Louise, who are you waiting
for?
- A handsome prince on
a great white charger.
- I want to know.
- Dear, dear, Uncle
George, I'm just a poor
lonely little housewife
with an ogre for a husband.
Please, send me a handsome
prince and a great white
charger.
- I'm warning you, Louise.
- You're not in a
position to warn anybody.
Ow, you're bruising my arm!
Oh, what are you gonna do,
divorce me?
Well, how will look in
your very own paper?
Famous lovelorn columnist,
famous Uncle George
who can't even hold on to your
own wife!
- I swear I'll--
- Look, get outta here.
I'm waiting for someone, a
guest,
a casual acquaintance, a lover.
Whatever he is, he's
none of your business!
[Louise screams]
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
[somber music]
[dramatic music]
[suspenseful music]
[typewriter clacking]
- Can I see ya, Bea?
- Sure.
Oh, fell asleep, did ya?
- Yeah, I needed it.
- Too much squash while
us poor working girls
type our fingers to the bone.
- I'd better call my wife.
No, no, don't go, I need you.
Hello, Louise.
Louise?
What?
What is it, I don't hear you?
Listen, I'm coming right home.
Hello, hello?
I don't understand.
She sounded frightened.
- Frightened?
- Yeah, she was saying something
about someone being in the other
room.
She tried to tell me something
and the line went dead.
- You better get home.
- Yes.
I know this is gonna sound
absolutely nuts to you,
Bea, but you better call the
police
and have 'em send someone
over there right away
just as a precaution.
I have a feeling something's
very wrong.
[ominous music]
- Operator, give me the
police department, please.
- You Chambers?
- Yes, what's wrong?
- I'm Lieutenant Wolfson.
I have some bad news for you.
Maybe you'd like to sit down.
- Sit down?
Oh no, no, I don't wanna sit
down.
- Your wife had a accident.
- What kind of accident?
- Sure you won't sit down?
- I don't want to sit down.
Just tell me.
- She was m*rder*d.
- What?
- Sorry.
- Is she?
This is incredible.
I don't, who, how?
Who would k*ll Louise?
- We don't know.
When we got here she was dead.
She'd been struck with a statue
of Cupid.
Here, take it.
- Thank you.
- I know it's not the
perfect time for questions,
but your secretary phoned
us a short while ago.
Mind telling us why?
- I was at the office, see.
I called Louise and she
sounded very frightened.
Lieutenant, was there anyone
else here when you arrived?
- Why do you ask, Mr. Chambers?
- Well, it's just that from the
way
she behaved on the phone,
I got the impression she wasn't
alone.
- Sergeant.
- Yes, sir?
- [Lieutenant Wolfson] Bring
in the other gentleman.
- Tom Esterow.
- Johnny.
I don't know what to say.
- Then you do know each other.
- Well, I told you,
Lieutenant, we used to work
on the same paper until
a couple of months ago.
- Is that true?
- Yes.
- Reporter?
- No, I worked in the art
department.
- Is that true?
- I'm not lying to you,
Lieutenant.
- Mr. Esterow discovered the
body.
Says he arrived here before we
did.
- Were you here when I called
Louise, Tom?
- No, she was dead when I got
here.
- Did you just drop by, Tom?
- Johnny, you know me better
than that.
I never just drop by anywhere.
I was at home working, painting.
The phone rang, it was Louise.
She said that she wanted to talk
to me
about doing a portrait of her.
She said she knew that
I'd been having it hard
since I left the paper,
that maybe she could
get a couple of commissions for
me from some of her friends.
- That's strange.
Louise never mentioned
the fact that she wanted
her portrait painted to me.
- Well, it was for a present.
- So, you came over here on
business?
- Yes, Lieutenant, business.
- You're not one of those
abstract painters, are you?
- Johnny, can I have a drink?
- Yeah.
- Hm, champagne.
Kind of fancy to discuss some
business--
- Oh, Louise, Mrs. Chambers used
to drink
a lot of champagne.
Well, she was very fond
of it, wasn't she, Johnny?
- Oh yes, Tom, uh-huh.
- Now, let's look at this
and see what we've got.
Mr. Chambers called his
wife, she sounded frightened.
We'll assume that she was here
with person or persons unknown.
At some point she is k*lled
by person or persons unknown.
Then, Mr. Esterow arrives
to discuss business.
We've already been informed
by Mr. Chambers' secretary
that something is wrong, and we
get here
a few minutes later.
What does that timetable
tell us, Sergeant?
- Well, two things, Lieutenant.
Number one, Mr. Chambers has an
alibi,
and number two, Mrs. Chambers
probably knew the m*rder*r.
- Very good, Sergeant.
You'll have my job before ya
know it.
Now, let's see what Mr.
Esterow has in his pockets.
- Do any of these fit the front
door?
- No.
- Who let you into the
apartment, Mr. Esterow?
- No one let me in, the door was
open.
- Was Mrs. Chambers in the habit
of leaving the front door open?
- No, Louise had a bug about
keeping the door locked.
- Well, I'm all through
in here, Lieutenant.
We're goin' back down the lab.
- [Lieutenant Wolfson] Find any
prints?
- Yeah, we found a few.
- Hmm, let me know the minute
you get your slides made up.
- Lieutenant.
My fingerprints are on that
Cupid.
Well, when I found Louise,
the first thing I did
was to check and see
if she was still alive.
Then I saw the Cupid on the
floor.
[sergeant scoffs]
Well, it's a perfectly natural
reaction.
- So you picked it up.
- I picked it up!
- I see, Mr. Esterow.
- Look, I think I'd
like to call my lawyer.
- You can do that when you
get to the station house.
Sergeant Duncan will drive
you there safe and sound.
- Come on.
- Oh, Sergeant, did you
check the car coat pockets?
- Lieutenant, in my car coat
pockets I have two new tubes
of oil paints, sink white and
burnt umber, and that's all.
Which I'll be glad to show you.
[ominous music]
- [Lieutenant Wolfson]
Find something else?
- Johnny, I never saw that key
before.
- You k*lled Louise.
- All right now, take it easy.
Mr. Chambers--
- You k*lled her.
- Calm down, Chambers.
- Come on.
- Johnny.
- Get out of here.
- Come on, Esterow.
- Get out of here.
[soft ominous music]
- Would you say Esterow
is a talented painter?
- I don't know.
I'm not really that
familiar with his work.
- How well do you know him?
- Well, as well as you know
anyone that you work with.
We saw him socially there for a
while,
while he was still married.
Last time I saw him was at an
art gallery.
One of his portraits was in the
show.
- What was his attitude towards
your wife?
Now look, Mr. Chambers, there
was a m*rder here tonight.
Nothing was taken as far as we
know.
You can help us verify that
later.
So, I'm just wondering if it
might
have been a crime of passion.
Did it ever occur to you that
your wife
was involved with another man?
- Never.
- Never once occur to you?
- Never!
Louise was completely faithful
to me.
- But it is possible
that a very clever wife
can fool a husband about
such things, isn't it?
- We're finished in here,
Lieutenant.
Takin' the body down to the
morgue.
- Let's finish our talk in the
study.
- Lieutenant, suppose
there was another man.
Suppose that man did k*ll
Louise.
It's possible that other man
is Tom Esterow, isn't it?
- I think it's possible, Mr.
Chambers.
[dramatic music]
- My appearance now is a signal
indicating
we have come to the halfway
point.
After me, the deluge of
commercials, spot announcements,
station identification, et
cetera, and if time permits,
the second half of our story.
We have one more country to hear
from,
after which we shall continue
our story.
[ominous music]
- Dear Unhappy, I would
suggest that you...
- Mr. Chambers, why don't you
let me...
- No, I wanna work, Bea.
Read back, will you?
- "Dear Unhappy, I
would suggest that you."
- Oh yes, dear Unhappy, I...
- Oh Johnny, I told you not
come back to the office.
Go home, your column can wait a
few days.
- None of these are any
indication.
"How could I get the man I
want?"
"Is 12 old enough to go steady?"
"What can I do about losing
weight?"
All these people want
their problems solved
by Uncle George, but Uncle
George has his own problem.
He just buried his wife this
morning.
- Johnny look, now, I
can hire somebody else
to play Uncle George for the
time being
or we can pull the column out
of the paper for a few weeks.
- That doesn't sound like
my publisher talking.
- Well, your publisher is your
friend.
And as a friend, I say you
should have a vacation.
- I don't think the police
would,
I don't think the police would
like for me
to leave right now.
- Why not?
You're not a suspect.
Oh, incidentally, I had a little
talk
with Lieutenant Wolfson this
afternoon.
I told him that you write
the Uncle George column.
I asked him not to mention
that to any of the reporters.
- Oh, I see.
Uncle George, public commodity,
throned on some high
mountaintop, passing down column
after column of immortal wisdom.
Mustn't let the readers
know that he's involved
in a m*rder case.
- That's what I felt as a
publisher.
Lieutenant Wolfson was very
understanding,
said he would cooperate.
- The wife of John Chambers,
unpublished novelist, is
m*rder*d
and Uncle George marches on,
his reputation snow white.
Oh, that's fine.
[phone buzzes]
- Hello?
No, this is Simon Aldritch.
Mr. Chambers is indisposed.
I see.
Yes, yes, I'll tell him.
That was Tom Esterow's lawyer.
Esterow wants to see you.
Apparently he's still in jail.
- Now, why would he wanna see
me?
- Don't go, Johnny.
- No, I might.
- Johnny, look, I'm driving up
to my place for the weekend.
Now, the worse possible thing
you can do
is spend time in that empty
apartment.
Why don't you put your
things away and come with me?
You've never seen my country
place.
It's really getting away from
everything.
- Yeah, I don't know, I don't--
- Well, we've got tennis,
horses, heated pool.
As a matter of fact, I just
built a new steam room.
- Hm, all right.
You just convinced me.
I was going to a hotel anyway.
- Good.
Would you mind waiting for me
for a while?
- No, but why?
- I wanna see Tom Esterow.
[dramatic music]
- Johnny, I didn't k*ll her.
I hadn't even seen Louise since
that night
at the art gallery.
Look, I was surprised when she
called me.
Oh, you don't believe me, do
you?
- I remember now she flirted
with you.
How handsome she thought you
were.
- Johnny, Louise never
meant anything to me.
You can't seriously believe
there was anything between us.
Johnny, you can't.
You've got to help me.
- What do you mean help you?
- We're friends.
- We were friends.
I buried my wife this morning.
I saw her covered up deep in the
ground.
- And you think I k*lled her.
- I think there was something
going on
between the two of you.
So do the police or you wouldn't
be here.
I hope you're convicted.
[receiver slams]
[door slams]
- Chambers was just
downstairs to see Esterow.
- So?
- Well, doesn't that
look a little strange?
- It's really true that a
watched pot never boils.
- Sir?
- Ah, it heard me.
Tea?
- No thank you, sir, it's
a little early for me.
- Esterow asked to see Chambers
today.
- Oh?
- What's bothering ya, Sergeant?
Don't you think we have the
right man?
- Look, on the night of the
m*rder,
Chambers phoned his wife
from the office, remember?
[lieutenant grunts]
Now, he said she sounded upset,
worried.
And then he went straight home.
All right, fine, I guess that
makes sense.
But why did he have
his secretary phone us?
There's something a little
illogical here.
It's almost as if he wanted us
to arrive
in time to find Esterow.
- Do you really want my
job that bad, Sergeant?
- I beg your pardon, sir?
- I'll be retiring in 10 days.
You'll get your promotion.
You can have the chair,
the desk, the paperwork.
You can even have the teabag.
You'll make a fine cop.
And you'll learn after a while
no matter how instinctively
you feel about the case,
you're bound to the evidence.
I'll admit there's something
fishy.
When his wife was m*rder*d,
Chambers was downtown
in his office.
- Oh no, we've broken alibis
before.
- Esterow was on the scene,
his fingerprints were
on the m*rder weapon, he had
his own key to the apartment.
I arrested the man the
evidence pointed to.
- Listen, suppose Chambers
knew that his wife
was playing around.
- Suppose he did, how can you
prove it?
No, there's one thing
that Chambers is hiding.
- Oh, what's that?
- I had a talk with Simon
Aldritch,
his publisher, this morning.
Chambers is Uncle George.
- Uncle what?
- Ask my wife.
Hello, Marian?
Hi.
Sergeant Duncan has a
question he wants to ask you.
- Hi, Marian.
Say, who is this Uncle George?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Advice to what?
[suspenseful music]
- I'm ready for the steam.
- I built this room just this
summer.
- It's great.
- Yeah.
I'll get us a drink.
[ominous music]
[sighs] I always like the
feeling of being
hot outside and cold inside.
There, have a drink.
Well, take a shower, then we'll
drive
to this good steakhouse nearby
that I...
What's wrong?
- What's this doing here?
This belonged to Louise.
As far as I know she's never
been
to your country house, has she?
- Lots of people have the same
initials.
- I bought it for her.
- Johnny.
- It was you, wasn't it?
You and Louise, wasn't it?
- Yes.
- How long?
- Johnny, she's dead.
- How long?
- Louise and I loved each other.
She was going to ask you for a
divorce.
- They put the wrong man in
prison.
- Johnny, the crime involved
is m*rder, not a love affair.
- They're trying to pin a crime
of passion
on poor Tom Esterow.
They've got to know that he had
no motive!
- Now listen to me, Johnny.
Louise and I were very careful.
We were never seen together,
never.
We never went anywhere
where anyone knew us.
I'm not about to have a scandal.
I've wanted to tell you this.
I wanted to talk to someone.
I loved Louise very much.
- Where were you the night
she was m*rder*d, where?
- Where I was is not important.
I did not k*ll her, Johnny.
I'm sorry you had to find out
this way.
But there is no reason to
go to the police about this.
Now, Esterow has been caught.
He will be convicted.
I'm certain that he k*lled
Louise.
We must be do nothing to hinder
or obstruct the final verdict.
The right man must be punished.
- I couldn't agree with you
more.
[ominous music]
[ominous music]
- My lawyer said you wanted to
see me.
- I want to apologize for the
way
I acted the other day, Tom.
I know now that you're
innocent and I'm gonna
do everything I can to get you
out.
- Oh, you found out who did it,
Johnny?
- I know for sure you didn't.
- Thanks, John.
It's good to hear someone say
that.
- You know Simon Aldritch, don't
ya?
- Yes.
- Aldritch is the one.
- Aldritch?
- Yes.
I went to his house in
the country yesterday.
Found a comb that Louise had
lost.
He couldn't deny it and
he told me the truth.
You see, the police
arrested you on the theory
that the crime was a crime of
passion,
but now that we know that
it was Aldritch and not you,
you no longer have a motive.
So, all I have to do now
is implicate Mr. Publisher.
- But he'll deny it, Johnny.
- Yeah, unless someone saw
the two of them together.
Wait a minute.
A couple of days before Louise
was k*lled
she told me about this
old busybody who lived
across the court, this old woman
who kept staring through the
window.
Now, there might be a good
chance
that she saw Aldritch when he
visited her.
- And if he denied it
and she recognizes him.
- Exactly, catch him in a lie
and he cuts his own throat.
- Yeah, but my pictures were
in all the papers, Johnny.
I mean, if this old woman
of yours could identify
or had seen Louise's
visitor, why didn't she
go to the police and tell
them it was all a mistake?
- Well, maybe she didn't read
the papers.
Maybe she was out of town for
all we know.
It's certainly worth a try to
find her.
- All right, how do we
explain the key in my pocket?
Johnny, I swear I never saw it
before.
- I know.
I put the key in your pocket.
I was so sure that you k*lled
Louise,
I didn't know what I was doing.
I just knew that the
k*ller had to be caught,
that there had to be some
evidence.
Forgive me, Tom.
I know now that you didn't do
it.
I know.
- Mr. Chambers, we just
can't drag some nice old lady
away from her vacation unless
we have a very good reason
for doing something like that.
- Mrs. Weatherby is a material
witness.
I'm sure she can prove that
Aldritch
was the man my wife was
seeing and not Tom Esterow.
- I had a talk with Aldritch.
He said he never met your wife.
- They've been seeing each
other for five months.
- We have no proof of that.
- Lieutenant, either
you contact that woman
or I'm going to your immediate
superior.
- Would you like a cup of tea?
- No, I would not like a cup of
tea!
- Mr. Chambers, I've
already made an arrest,
which makes my position kind of
awkward.
You sure you're not mistaken
about this Mrs. Weatherby
being a busybody?
- Louise complained about her.
It seems likely that she saw
the man my wife was
entertaining.
Lieutenant, I want that
woman to meet Aldritch,
and if you can't arrange
it by tomorrow afternoon,
I'm going over your head!
[door slams]
[lieutenant sighs]
- Well, everything looks all
right
up there to me, Mr. Chambers.
I don't understand if
she's not drawing well.
- Well, maybe it's my
imagination.
Would you care for a drink, Sam?
- Oh, I'm not supposed to
drink on the job, Mr. Chambers.
Some of the tenants might
complain.
But after all, the day's about
over.
Eh, sure, I might as well.
- Good.
Now, when someone leaves for a
vacation
or takes a trip, they usually
notify you, don't they?
- Sure, are you thinkin' of
goin' away, Mr. Chambers?
- Possibly, why don't you sit
down.
- Thanks, Mr. Chambers.
- So, they leave their
forwarding address, don't they?
- Most of them do, sir.
- That woman across the court in
she's away, isn't she?
- 6 West, that'll be Mrs.
Weatherby.
Let me see now.
Oh yes, Mrs. Weatherby
went upstate a few days ago
to visit her sister.
I go in every other day
to water her plants.
She's got the tallest
rubber tree in the building.
- Did she leave her sister's
address?
- Yes, though I don't know why.
All she ever gets is circulars.
Though I suppose you'd read
circulars from cover to cover
if you never got any other mail.
- Well, I want that address,
Sam.
- Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Chambers.
It's a little bit
irregular, ya know, and--
- Why don't you just help
yourself to another drink?
- Thanks, thank you, sir.
Ah, that's good stuff, sir.
I'll go down right now and
get that address for you, sir.
- Do that, Sam.
[soft suspenseful music]
[door thuds]
This is unexpected, Simon.
Something you didn't
like in my column today?
- The police called me.
I'm supposed to be down there in
an hour.
- Traffic violation?
- Get up.
I don't know what you told them,
Chambers,
but I warn you, I will take you
to court.
- I'm sure you'll be there
before I will.
- Have already answered their
questions.
- Yes, I know, with lies.
- Chambers, you're fired.
Now, get your things outta here.
- I'm surprised you
waited as long as you did.
- You can't involve me,
Chambers, you have no proof.
[phone buzzing]
- Yes, Bea.
Oh, put him on, by all means.
Hello, Lieutenant.
Well yes, I've been waiting for
your call.
Your office?
Yes, I'll be right down.
Oh, Lieutenant, did our
friend arrive from upstate?
Good, very good, yeah.
Apparently we've both been
invited.
Can I give you a lift?
- This won't take long,
gentlemen, sit down.
Just a matter of clearing up
some facts.
Mr. Aldritch, two questions.
Have you ever been to
Mrs. Chambers' apartment?
- I have not.
- And you weren't seeing
Mrs. Chambers socially?
- I never met the woman.
- Uh-huh.
Sergeant, bring her in.
Come right in, Mrs. Weatherby.
- Oh, thank you.
- We're very sorry to have
interrupted your vacation.
- Oh, that's all right.
I never was in a police station
before.
- Would you like to sit down?
- Thank you.
- Now, I'd like to ask
you a few questions.
Where do you live?
- At 523 Park Avenue.
- And your apartment number?
- 6 West.
- Now, Mrs. Weatherby,
this is very important.
Do you recognize anyone here?
- Oh, my, yes.
Why, you're the young man
who's married to that woman.
Oh, what a terrible thing that
was.
The Sergeant told me all about
it.
I am sorry.
But if you'll forgive me,
I'd say it was predictable.
One can't carry on that way.
- What way, Mrs. Weatherby?
- She wasn't too discrete.
Turn the hi-fi on loud the
minute
that poor man went off to work.
And I never once saw her
get up in the morning
to fix his breakfast.
As soon as he was out of
the door, the hi-fi was up,
and she sat all morning
reading the newspapers
and drinking coffee.
And later in the day, she had a
visitor,
another man who wasn't her
husband.
- Was this the other man, Mrs.
Weatherby?
- Oh, no.
Oh, the other man was
older and he had gray hair
and he was very distinguished
looking.
Certainly old enough to be her
father.
Of course one wouldn't be
putting on new lipstick
and turning up the hi-fi
and fixing drinks for two
and drawing the drapes if your
father
was coming to visit you.
That's him!
- Are you positive?
- I'm certain of it.
- Well, Mr. Aldritch. [sighs]
- Louise and I were in love,
but I did not k*ll her.
- Where were you the
night she was m*rder*d?
- I was at home.
- Was anybody there?
- I don't have an alibi if
that's what you mean,
Lieutenant.
- It's all very simple,
Lieutenant.
You can't very well hold Tom
now.
Obviously Aldritch is the man.
- I'll handle this myself, Mr.
Chambers.
If I were you, I'd call my
lawyer.
You've been a great help, Mrs.
Weatherby.
We'll need a statement from you
later.
Sergeant Duncan will drive you
home.
- Oh, what a shame.
For the first time "Dear
Uncle George" was wrong.
- What did you say?
- Uncle George, you know, "Dear
Uncle George" in the papers.
I always write to him for
advice.
- You wrote to Uncle George?
- Yes, I didn't know what to do,
and I told him that this poor
man
was being tricked by his wife.
He wrote and told me not to
interfere.
He didn't even print my letter.
I'm sorry, I never
should've listened to him.
I should have called you
and told you about it.
I'm sure that if you
knew what was going on,
you'd have done something about
it.
[suspenseful music]
- That concludes tonight's
story.
However, since there is still
some more time remaining,
we shall show you some
of next week's story.
This is "The Alfred
Hitchcock Hour" and we intend
to give full measure.
As for my umbrella, there is one
other use
which I failed to mention.
Some people have used this
for tightrope walking,
but only when they were very
tight.
Goodnight.
[playful suspenseful music]
[playful suspenseful music]
[dramatic orchestral music]
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