Blackie Framed For Killing John Cummings

You're making a mistake, I can't you. A terrible mistake. Yeah, I know, Miss Fossel. You're going to Blackie and you. I'm always making mistakes.

How could Blackie have killed a man here in town last night when he was in Central City last night? You're the one who keeps telling me what a genius Blackie is. You must have found a way.

Blackie here to John Cummings, isn't he? Harmony, he did Blackie. Same thing. Cummings was farmed dead. A witness picked out a picture of Blackie. What did you say was in central there? I say maybe.

Well, there he is not getting up a train. Oh, that's not blackie. Nice try. You coming? Yes, I suppose so. But you'll be the... I should have known better than the trust you. Oh. Like he's not running.

Probably he doesn't trust either. Yeah, where are the banners in the band? I'm Harry. Oh, blackie, but blackie. Infective. This is an unexpected pleasure. You don't know how unexpected it is. Oh, what pleasure is giving me?

Blackie, I'm arresting you for the murder of John Cummings last night. He was out of town last night. If I get out of town again, maybe coming spotlady matton will be found there too. Go ahead kid, make jokes, be happy.

But you're gonna have to prove you were in central city last night. Not about anything I've got. You won't be able to do it. You know, Faraday, there is just the slightest possibility that you may be right.

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