(xxx) The Case of the Kleptomaniac Clues

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Now, the case of the Kleptomaniac Clues. A trip, Mr. Trafford. What the... I wanted to see you before you left Frisco. Hey, who are you? And how did you get into my hotel room? What's the difference?

I'm calling the manager and he's not that phone, Trevor. That's better. What is this? What's that gun for? What do you want? That briefcase you're carrying? What? The briefcase handed over and you won't get hurt.

You'll do no such thing. I mean, you won't get away with this. Shut up. Sit down in that chair. We'll just tie you up so you won't make no fuss. While I'm blowing out of here.

Just... why? Why are you doing this? Just... why? For dough, what else? I don't know what's inside this thing, but certain people are willing to pay plenty to find out. Well, Mitchell, you glad to be back in San Francisco again?

Or is that a foolish question? In view of being met at the boat by you, love, let's say it's a superfluous one. Darling, always the appropriate sentiment. The Orient has its fascination, Elise, but it does not have you.

I hope it was dull, of course. Oh, business was quite good, but nothing else. And speaking of business, how is our little curio shop with its clocks, knickknacks and whatnots? Excellent darling. Good. I'm expecting a rather interesting shipment soon.

Oh, well that mean another sea going excursion for me? It could. Perhaps I go with you this time, would you like that? I refuse to answer a question like that. It's intended much to obvious.