Mary Wesley

Well, I'll have to see a photograph of ever before I'm sure I like that.

Hey, ain't nobody glad to see me?

Oh, you must mean the murder of the foreman on that 50th Street building.

Well, just a minute.

Mr. Simmons can go in to see Blackie, but I don't think you ought to, Inspector.

I know Blackie, too.

One look at you and he'll probably strain his vocal cord trying to out-shout you.

He caught a very bad cold last week and he still can't use his voice.

All right, Inspector Faraday, you may both see him, but only for a few minutes now, mind you.

I'll wake him up for you.

Oh, he's awake already.

Blackie, the inspector, and John Simmons are here to see you.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Darling, darling, please don't talk.

Um, excuse me, Inspector, but have you found out where the shot came from?

Shall I keep on reading, Blackie?

All right.

Um, according to this newspaper, police say it is impossible to tell from which building the shot was fired because Wood's fellow workmen can't agree in what position the dead man was standing when he was hit.

But the police, nevertheless, are searching all high buildings in the area in hopes of finding some clue.

Yo, yo, a high-powered rifle with probably a telescopic sight.