Boston Blackie

Well, thanks, Miss Carew, for telling the inspector something that he should have known.

He usually goes the long way around.

You helped him find the shortcut.

Oh, you haven't gone yet, Inspector.

No, I'm afraid we'll have to begin all over again, Mr. Stevens.

What do you mean?

Well, Miss Carew here has a strong alibi for Blackie, and I'm still looking for a loophole, but...

Under the circumstances, I'm afraid I can't hold him.

Well... After all, you were sure that the emerald must still be on the train.

That's right, Mr. Stevens, it is.

That's what I tried to tell you before the Inspector shut me up.

Oh, so you know.

Well, come on, Blackie, where is it?

I didn't say anywhere.

Uh, Mr. Stevens, you're rather absent-minded, aren't you?

Absent-minded?

Why, no.

Well, perhaps I'm jumping to conclusions, but, uh, of course, if you'll remember, you left the diner without paying your bill.

I did?

Oh, not that I minded buying you dinner, Mr. Stevens, but it occurred to me that if you were absent-minded enough to forget your dinner check, you, uh...