Boston Blackie

You were the boss.

You only took this job so you could search for this gun.

Nice figuring, pal.

Well, as long as compliments are being handed out, that was pretty clever of you to get yourself tied up here this morning.

But not clever enough.

Why, any good Boy Scout could tell you tied yourself up, Mr. Parker Adams.

Adams?

Yes.

He went down to South America and planted somebody to take his phone calls and pretend to be him.

It was simple, but effective.

Now, just a minute.

Let me get this straight.

The caretaker recognized you when you were ransacking the house and you had to kill her, right?

Well... And you had to get rid of the bloodstained camel's hair coat you were wearing.

And then after you had the hat check girl switch coats and sew in my own label, you had to kill her to keep her mouth shut.

Oh, she didn't pick your coat on purpose.

It could have been any camel's hair coat.

Oh, well, I know the rest.

Devon was blackmailing you because he had this gun.

When you found out he died, you tried to buy this house, but Miss Morrison got it first.