In response to the bloodcurdling cry …
… everyone hurries to see what’s going on.
They find Randi upstairs.
Feldman is the first to reach her. “Are you all right, Randi?” he asks.
Sorry, Feldie. You’re not the droid she’s looking for,
“I walked in, and something clammy grabbed me!”
You mean THIS clammy?
They hurray into Steele’s room. Apparently Laura left some of her lingerie on the line. My, what long legs you have, Nurse Groggins!
Safety tip: Nylon is highly flammable. Watch where you’re waving that candelabra, Feldman!
He’s not worried.
“Ugh,” he says. “They’re wet.”
“Odd place for Miss Groggins to hang her laundry,” Steele comments.
Fortunately, Detective Feldman has taken the lead on this investigation: “Yes. If she’s the one who put them there.”
Silent Partner suggests they ask Myrt – er, Laura.
But wait! Something is wrong here!
Oh, dear. Lying down on the job, Laura?
Dr. Bellows tells everybody to stand back.
“She must have fallen in the commotion,” Detective Feldman surmises.
Randi thinks maybe she was pushed.
Steele places his fingers on Laura’s delicate neck. Bad news.
“I’m afraid we shall never know. Myrtle Laura Groggins is … dead.”
Mr. Steele gallantly picks up the corpse.
He carries her upstairs …
… into his bedroom … (Note: I’d think that pose would be hard on Stephanie Zimbalist’s neck.)
.. lays her gently on the bed …
… and quietly insults her. “Putting on a little weight, aren’t we?”
Oh, you’ll pay for that one, Mr. Steele.
Tenderly, he arranges a pillow underneath her head. “I certainly hope you’re the last victim,” he whispers. “We’re beginning to run out of rooms.”
He arranges her arms over her chest and, solemnly, leaves the room.
Aw. So sad.