Murder For Profit pt. 2

After taking the unconscious mannequin back to police headquarters and popping him up against the front door, the blue beetle spent on his way to the home of Charles Cochran. Arriving at his destination, he entered the Cochran home by means of the skeleton key.

And hearing voices, he flipped into an adjoining room and listened. Over here, get your check, Dr. Buffett, for $7,500. You're feeling for operating an old man with thee. The operation was successful, but the patient died.

Yeah, but what about the plovid on the spot? I always had a last when they completed the transaction. I'm carrying your account under the name of Smith, you know. Yes, but what if... Oh, are you worrying about the intern who was arrested?

Yes, frankly I am. Well, don't worry about him. You'll never testify in any court. I had someone bail him out. He's here in this house now. You're sending him away tonight on a one-way ride.

What? You don't be exact to hold it to cancel that. Why that murder? Yes, Dr. Bursman. Murder. Just like your operation on my partner today, one of my men short-circuit at the light at the hospital and another one decides that an orderly got the stench pump.

You, you, Dr. Bassert, devotee Arthur and bank out Ridley's throat. A group of people's heads. A blue beetle. He's going to miss a band of murderers. Huh? They're all boys. Don't move any of you.

I've got men outside and they're coming in to take you. Pardon me, Mr. Blue Beetle. I doubt that statement. I happen to know that it is a blue beetle proud boss that he works alone.