Boston Blackie

Well, times certainly haven't changed, Mary.

Neither has Faraday.

He thinks I had something to do with Henry Brightson's murder.

If you never know who else to turn to, that's fine with me.

Is that unusual?

Prove Joan Thompson didn't kill Henry Brightson.

I think she's admitting that to cover up somebody.

Because you're not a genius called Boston Blackie.

Now I think we'll go out and make a night of it.

Oh, festivities at the Boulevard Club.

Where your friend Joan Thompson works.

To see if we can pick up a couple of poos before Faraday picks up a couple of us.

As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Williams is completely in my power.

Hypnotized.

The rest of the Boulevard Club is phony enough, Mary, but I think the floor show is legitimate.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, you will remember that before the subject was hypnotized, he could not correctly add 27 and 47.

Who can?

Now, while he is hypnotized, I will give the subject three figures to add, and his subconscious mind will calculate the answers with the speed of machinery.

Won't you?

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Williams.