Peterson knocks on Edward's office door.
EDWARDS: Yea.
PETERSON: Captain Edwards, this is Robert Graham from the FBI office in Alamogordo.
EDWARDS: Oh how are you.
GRAHAM: How do you do.
EDWARDS: Sit down
GRAHAM: Thank you.
EDWARDS: Ben here been bringing you up to date on this business?
GRAHAM: Yes sir, he has. We went over these exhibits this morning before we left for the desert.
PETERSON: I took him out to where we found the trailer and Johnson's store. We've been there all day, nothing.
EDWARDS: You have any ideas, Mr. Graham?
GRAHAM: None that make any sense.
EDWARDS: I thought you FBI guys were all quiz kids. Solved everything right away.
GRAHAM: I did too when I applied for the job.
PETERSON: The planes and the cars haven't found anything yet.
EDWARDS: In time. People just don't drop off the face of the Earth without leaving a trace. We'll find them.
Graham picks up the print mold and examines it.
EDWARDS: You know what that is?
GRAHAM: Beats me. Has it been identified yet?
EDWARDS: No, one of the officers even took it to a friend of his who teaches zoology at the college. He said he never seen anything like it. Lots of evidence, loaded with clues, but nothing adds up.
PETERSON: Well that little Ellison girl is our only real bet, any news on her?
EDWARDS: No change. I check with the hospital a half hour ago.
GRAHAM: Well captain, if it's allright with you, I would like to send this or a copy of it to our bureau in Washington. You know, they just might be able to identify it, or at least prove that it's nothing.
EDWARDS: It's allright with me.
Coroner Dr. Putnam knocks and enters the room.
EDWARDS: Yeah, come in.
PUTNAM: Hello Fred.
EDWARDS: Hi, Doc.
PUTNAM: Glad to see you, Ben.
PETERSON: Hello Doc, how are you.
EDWARDS: You two know each other?
PUTNAM: No, I don't believe so.
EDWARDS: This is Dr. Putnam, county medical officer. . . . Robert Graham.
PUTNAM: Please sit down.
EDWARDS: He's FBI, so what your language.
PUTNAM: Oh I will. . . . I finished the autopsy on Gramps Johnson. You want it technical or plain?
EDWARDS: Just plain, Doc. Get to the verdict.
PUTNAM: Well old man Johnson could have died from anyone of five ways. His neck and back were broken, his chest was crushed, his skull was fractured. And here's one for Sherlock Holmes. There was enough formic acid in him to kill twenty men.
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