Mrs Petersons Insurance Policy

Beethoven, come on in. No, it is your friend Boston Blackie with you.

I know, no, he's not. Well, then I want you to come over to my apartment right away. Please, right away. What's the matter? You know what the matter is. I've tried to tell you a dozen times.

My husband's going to kill me. Oh, now Mrs. Beethoven, you know that. Come over to my apartment. My husband made a phone call a minute ago, but Frank was out. But Frank's going to call back any man.

Frank, who's Frank? My lawyer. Oh, please, Miss Wesley, you have to come over. Maybe this phone call will prove to you that my husband's going to kill me. is going to kill me. You've got to come and you've got to help. Well, all right, I'll come over with you.

Come on, hurry up. Frank, may I call back any minute? He's my apartment and I'll put you in life. Now, Mr. Peterson, if you keep this up, you're going to have a nervous breakdown. No.

Where's your husband? He's in there in the study, the room with the closed door. He's just waiting for that call. It's going to make plans to kill me. You'll see. Now look, Mrs. Peterson, let's talk to your husband.

Let's get this whole foolish, Miss Westy. There's no youth talking to him. I'm gonna deny everything. Why can't you believe me? Why can't... Mr. Cole, now, speak and listen on the extension. You will listen to this way, please.

Well, all right, but I think this is silly. John, oh, yes, Frank. I had a message that you called. What does it you want? I want to know a couple of things about my wife's life insurance policy.