Boston Blackie

The police are after me, too.

That's the reason for the whiskers in my doctor's kit.

To help you.

Look, Joan, I've just come from the ballpark club.

Something's wrong here.

Now, before you left last night, did anyone force you to do anything at all?

You're covering up for somebody, Joan.

Who?

Who killed Henry Brightson?

Joan, will you stop lying?

Who's forcing you to say that?

Jones, don't do this to me.

I've hidden your gun because I thought you were innocent.

Now, tell me the truth, will you?

All right, Jones.

If there's nothing more you can say, there's nothing more I can do.

The End

Joan Thompson, cigarette girl in the boulevard club and friend of Mary Wesley, has confessed to the murder of Henry Brightson.

But Blackie and Mary, convinced she's merely covering up for the real killer, try to help her, but learn only that Brightson came to the club with a Dr. Harris, left with Joan Thompson, was later found dead.

Blackie's last hope of proving Joan's innocence died later, when in jail, Joan insisted she did kill Brightson.