The Kennel Murder Case

'The finest show we have ever held'

'with nearly twice as many dogs benched as last year.'

'Refreshments are being served at the marquee'

'at the west end of the grounds.'

'Bichons ready in ring number two.'

'Next event, number 729'

'collies bred by exhibitors.'

'Have your dogs ready.'

'Quiet, please, during the judging.'

'Attention, please.'

'Judging in ring one, event number 728.'

'Scottish terriers, American-bred dogs.'

'Great Danes in ring number two.'

'Great Scott in ring number one.'

'This is number 292, Captain McTavish'

'shown by the owner, the well-known fancier'

'Mr. Philo Vance, whose kennel comprises'

'some of the finest campaigners in America.'

That's fine. Look here.

Now smile, please.

Oh, cup to your right.

- That's great. - Great.

Sorry, boys, but these are not trophies.

'Hold it. Hold it right there.'

- 'Thank you.' - 'Thank you so much.'

Mind if we go now?

I can stand one dog, but this bedlam

is getting on my nerves.

Don't be impatient, darling.

We'll have plenty of time for dinner.

- How old is that dog? - Two and a half.

'Event number 728.'

'The blue ribbon won by Gillespie of Heatherstone'

'Dundee Deviler is runner-up'

'and Midlothian Gentleman receives the special.'

'Better luck next time, Mr. Vance.'

Oh, my dear..

Don't be down hearted, Captain.

You're still champion with me.

Maybe we'll have better luck in Italy, huh?

Tough luck, Vance. I was hoping to have the pleasure

of beating you tomorrow.

Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Coe.

Perhaps you'll get stiffer competition

from Sir Thomas MacDonald.

Perhaps.

I wanna borrow Misty Morgan for a second.

But, Miss Lake, you know Mr. Archer

don't want any one to borrow his dog.

Come along and protect him, if you like.

That's enough, Sir Thomas.

I wouldn't take off another whisker.

Hmm, I think you're right, Sandy.

'Get ready. Hold it. Thanks.'

There you are, Ghillie, laddie.

Hello, Hilda.

- Hello, Tom. - Well, what's the idea?

I thought we'd do a little private judging.

I don't imagine your uncle would particularly approve of this.

I'm sure he wouldn't.

Hold him there, Sandy. Let's take a good look at him.

Alright.

Come on.

Wag your tail.

Mm-hmm.

Well, what do you think?

I think its a pretty close thing.

But I 'm not worried, eh, Sandy?

I think your bet is safe, sir.

Here we are, sir.

What the devil do you think you're doing, Hilda?

- How do you do? - 'How do you do, sir?'

I just wanted to prove that you're going to lose money

to Tom when these two get into the ring tomorrow.

And have you proved it to your satisfaction?

So much so that I want you to loan me

$1,000 to place on Ghillie.

- Hilda! - That's the cheek for you.

Wants to bet against me with $1,000 of my own money!

I wasn't asking you for your money.

I merely want you to loan me some of mine.

As long as I control the purse strings

you're not going to do any betting against me.

You'll be grateful that I've saved

a few thousand of your fortune someday.

But don't raise your hopes too high, Hilda.

Bring that dog out here.

I shouldn't let him worry you, my dear.

If you knew how I hate him, Tom.

The things he's done to me.

- I despise him. - Darling.

Now, let's see. Where did I put that..

Ah, here it is.

"Unsolved Murders."

Huh, you know, I almost forgot it.

I wouldn't have been able to sleep a wink tonight

wondering who murdered who and why.

How any intelligent man can read

that drivel is beyond me, Brisbane!

What time does that Chicago train go?

5 o'clock.

- Well, it's 4:15. - Oh, you've got plenty of time.

Yes, I know, but I want to get out of here

before Archer gets home.

- Good afternoon, sir. - Afternoon.

Is my brother at home?

- Yes, sir. He's upstairs. - Tell him I want to see him.

Yes, sir.

- Your taxi's waiting, sir. - Alright. There's the bag.

Did you get those reservations?

Yes, sir, and Mr. Archer

told me to tell you he wants to see you, sir.

Oh, he did, eh?

You tell him I don't want to see him.

- Tell him I said so. - In those words, sir?

Exactly, unless you can think of something stronger.

Yes, sir.

Of course..

Of course, it's none of my business, Brisbane

but I wouldn't talk that way in front of Gamble.

I don't trust him.

I just couldn't resist it.

I'd like to see the look on Archer's face when he tells him!

I wouldn't.

How the deuce can you stand it here?

Why, there wouldn't be enough money in the world

to compensate me for being Archer Coe's secretary.

Oh, he's not as bad as all that.

Say, you'd better be getting along.

There's such a thing as carrying loyalty too far.

Don't forget, I overheard a few

of his choice remarks to you when you dared

suggest that you were in love with Hilda

and wanted to marry her!

'I'm afraid you're taking Archer'

'a little too seriously, old man!'

Did you deliver my message?

I thought it best to wait till you were safely away, sir.

Do you mind dropping me off?

I have an engagement with Hilda for dinner.

Come ahead. Come ahead.

'All aboard.'

'Albany Express to Stamford, Bridgeport'

'New London, New Haven'

'West New Haven'

'Providence'

'Boston.'

'Here is Sir Thomas MacDonald now.'

What's the matter, Sandy?

Something terrible has happened, sir!

- Ghillie's gone. - What?

And I cannot find him.

They've taken him off the bench, sir.

Well, he couldn't have got loose.

He didn't break that lock himself, either!

I haven't been away from that dog

for ten minutes all day, sir.

I just went into the restaurant to get a wee sandwich.

And when I come back, he was gone!

- Sir Thomas? - 'Yes?'

I think we found him, sir.

- Where? - Out in the alley, sir.

This way, sir.

Ghillie.

He's dead.

I'll kill the man who did this!

Listen, Tom, you mustn't do anything

until you're sure, please!

I've got my own ideas.

Oh, I know Uncle Archer's mean and cruel

but I can't believe he'd do a thing like this!

Hello?

I'm sorry, but Mr. Archer Coe isn't here.

Your dog dead?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry!

I'll try to locate him at once.

Go away from me, you!

'Get out of here!'

Get out!

I suspected it when I saw you together this afternoon.

You' re nothing but a two-timing--

Get out of my apartment!

Get out!

From now on, it is your

apartment, all yours!

I'm getting out for good!

Ah, Mr. Coe.

- My dear friend, I-- - Yes, I see you are!

- Perdoni? - Yes.