L.B. Jefferies:
All right, Doyle. I take it that you didn't find the trunk. And all of this is just some speech you made up at a policeman's ball!
Tom Doyle:
I found the trunk, a half an hour after I left here this morning. It was at Grand Central Station.
Lisa Fremont:
I suppose it's necessary for a man to tie up a trunk with heavy rope?
Tom Doyle:
If the lock is broken, yes.
L.B. Jefferies:
And what did you find inside the trunk? Surely no tomato paste to me?
Tom Doyle:
Mrs. Thorwald's clothes. Clean, well-packed, not stylish, but presentable.
Lisa Fremont:
Didn't you take them to the crime lab to have them examined?
Tom Doyle:
I re-packed them and sent them on their merry and legal way.
L.B. Jefferies:
Why would a woman who is going away for a short trip does she take everything that she owns?
Tom Doyle:
[glares at Lisa]
Let's let the female psychologist answer that.
Lisa Fremont:
It's looks to me like she is never coming back.
Tom Doyle:
Now, that is known as a private family quarrel.
L.B. Jefferies:
All right, but if she was never coming back, why didn't he tell his landlord that? I'll tell you why Thorwald never told his landlord that his wife was never coming back. It's because he was hiding something in the apartment... or he still is.
Tom Doyle:
[stares at Lisa's overnight bag nearby]
Do you tell your landlord everything?
L.B. Jefferies:
[embarassed]
Uh... I told you to be careful, Tom.
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