Perry Mason

Good evening, Bishop. Yes?

You are Bishop Mallory?

That's right.

My name is Lang.

I'm an advertising consultant for the Tribune.

You've been running this ad in our paper

for the past two months.

"I'm looking for a young lady, approximately 24 years of age,

"prefer someone from the Midwest who can speak French

and play the piano."

Well?

I was wondering if you found the girl.

We're doing a survey on the effectiveness of our ads.

It's rather late to be doing research, isn't it?

We work around the clock.

May I see your identification?

Show him your identification, Leo.

I, uh--

Must have left it in my other suit.

You'll have to forgive him, Bishop.

He's always forgetting things.

You're working for Charles Burroughs, aren't you?

I thought I was asking the questions.

Did you find the girl?

: You're fighting me, Bishop.

All right, Leo.

Oh, don't move!

H--

How did you get in here?

The door was open.

Who are you?

Don't you remember anything?

I called about 5:30 in answer to your ad.

And you told me to come up this evening for an interview.

You must be Carol Delaney.

Mm-hm.

I called the desk, and they're sending you up a doctor.

Get me the desk, please.

Hello, this is Bishop Mallory.

No, I'm perfectly all right, I--

There's absolutely no need for a doctor.

Of course I'm sure.

Where do you come from?

The Midwest.

Where in the Midwest? Des Moines.

What was your father's first name?

Paul.

A-and your mother's?

Vivian.

Is either of them alive?

No, they were both killed in an auto accident

about eight months ago.

Do you have any u-unusual birthmark?

Y-you'll have to forgive the catechism, my dear,

but I-I had to be sure.

Suppose I told you

that you were the grandchild of a multimillionaire?

What would you say to that?

I'd better get you a doctor!

I tell you, I'm perfectly all right.

I've been searching for you since November.

My name is Mallory. Bishop Arthur Mallory.

I'm from Sydney, Australia.

I came over on the Princeton five months ago.

This is from the ship's newspaper.

It's very interesting.

But you don't understand. That's you.

You're Charles Burroughs' granddaughter.

I can help you prove it.

Please, you've got to believe me.

Your father was Charles Burroughs, Jr.

My father was Paul Delaney.

No, your real father died before you were born.

He had been disinherited when he married your mother.

C-consequently, you can understand her bitterness.

S-she would have nothing to do with your grandfather,

s-so she came to me.

She had no one else to turn to.

There was a wonderful family

in my congregation named "Delaney."

They wanted a child desperately.

And, of course, you made the necessary arrangements.

They changed your name from Janice to Carol.

And where did all of this take place?

Near Albany, New York.

T-that was my first pastorate.

S-shortly thereafter,

I was transferred to Australia.

Well...

it was very nice meeting you, Bishop.

You don't believe me?

Well, let's just say

that I'm perfectly satisfied being Carol Delaney.

But...how would I know all about your foster parents?

How would I know their names?

Because I told you.

And all you did was agree with me.

Why didn't you come out in your ad

and ask for Carol Delaney?

I was afraid your life would be in danger.

And I guess the reason you didn't call

was because my phone number isn't listed.

Exactly. Ha, ha.

Well, it was a nice try, Bishop.

Better luck with the next girl.

So I said to him, "Thank you very much,

but, no, thanks."

You mean, you walked out just like that?

Well, I don't see what the Bishop

could have said for an encore.

Well, how do you know

he wasn't telling the truth? Oh, now--

Do you realize who Charles Burroughs is?

The guy's worth 5 or 6 million.

Now, you get on that telephone and call the Bishop--

I don't like to be given orders to, Larry.

Aw, honey, I didn't mean it like that.

I only meant it for your own good.

But if Charles Burroughs really is your grandfather--

Oh, now, Larry, please, I--

Well, how do you know? Stranger things have happened.

: Not to me.

All right, honey, I'll grant you,

999 chances out of 1,000, the guy's a phony.

But there's always that one chance,

and if you hit, you got millions.

Now, those aren't bad odds.

Well, why would a guy make up a story like that?

At least you can investigate.

If the guy's a phony, you can--

Miss Delaney? Yes?

I wonder if you could spare me a few minutes?

My name is Lang. I'm employed by Charles Burroughs.

Oh, come right in.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you had company.

Oh, that's all right.

Your...husband?

No, just a friend.

Kenyon's the name. Larry Kenyon.

Do you think you could give us a little privacy?

Oh, he can hear anything you have to say.

You were up to see an Arthur Mallory tonight.

What did he tell you?

I don't think it's any of your business.

You're not buying his story

that you're Charles Burroughs' granddaughter?

I didn't, originally.

Meaning now you're changing your mind?

I was just wondering what you're doing here.

Well, I dropped by to give you some advice.

Mr. Burroughs doesn't like publicity.

So?

So that's what I'm doing here. I--

I keep his name out of the papers.

Now, why don't you be a good girl

and forget all about this?

Otherwise?

Otherwise, you might be buying yourself a lot of trouble.

You play ball with that phony Bishop,

and Mr. Burroughs is bound to feel

that you're just as crooked as Mallory is.

You know the old saying, "birds of a feather."

I think you've said just about enough.

So do I.

If you have any influence on this girl,

you'll advise her to keep her skirts clean.

It's been nice knowing you.

You see, honey?

That proves there's something

to the Bishop's story.

Now, promise me you'll see a lawyer.

Well, I don't know, I--

Oh, promise me!

All right. Oh.

Under the circumstances,

C-Carol felt we should consult an attorney.

You say that this man Lang

is the same man who assaulted you?

Yes.

Then...

let's swear out a warrant for his arrest.

No! No! You can't do that.

I-I can't a-afford that kind of publicity.

My superiors would be terribly upset.

Tell me, Miss Delaney...

do you, uh, honestly believe

that Charles Burroughs is your grandfather?

Of course she does. Well--

Excuse me, Bishop. Do you, Miss Delaney?

Well, I really don't know what to believe anymore.

That's why I wanted to see a lawyer.

When the Bishop told me that story,

I thought he was a crook.

I'm sorry, Bishop, but I--

Don't apologize, my dear.

I-I don't blame you in the slightest.

Now you've changed your mind?

Well, let's say that Mr. Lang changed it for me.

Why, I wouldn't trust him as far--