The guy had a broken leg. What are you talking about?

Talking about Dietrichson. He had accident insurance, didn't he?

Yeah. Then he broke his leg, didn't he?

So what? And he didn't put in a claim.

Why didn't he put in a claim? Why? What are you driving at?

Walter, I had dinner two hours ago and it stuck half way.

That little man of yours is acting up again, huh?

There's something wrong with the Dietrichson case.

Why? Because he didn't file a claim? Maybe he just didn't have time.

Maybe he just didn't know that he was insured.

No. No, that couldn't be it.

You delivered the policy to him personally, didn't you?

Yeah. You got his check?

Sure I did.

Got any bicarbonate of soda? No, I haven't.

Walter, I've been living with this little man for 26 years.

And he's never failed me yet. There's got to be something wrong.

Well, maybe Norton was right. Maybe it was suicide.

No. Not suicide.

But not an accident, either. What else?

Now look, Walter.

A guy takes out an accident policy that's worth $100,000...

if he's killed on a train.

Then two weeks later, he is killed on a train.

And not in a train accident, mind you, but falling off some silly observation car.

Do you know what the mathematical probability of that is?

One out of I don't know how many billions.

And add to that the broken leg. No, it just can't be the way it looks.

Something has been worked on us. Such as what?

Murder?

Don't you have any peppermint or something?

Sorry. Want a little soda water? No, no, no.

(Walter) Who do you suspect?

(Keyes) Maybe I like to make things easy for myself.

But I always tend to suspect the beneficiary.

You mean the wife? Yeah.

That wide-eyed dame that just didn't know anything about anything.

You're crazy, Keyes. She wasn't even on the train.

I know she wasn't, Walter.

I don't claim to know how it was worked, or who worked it...

but all I know is that it was worked.

I've got to get to a drugstore.

This thing feels like a hunk of concrete inside me.

Good night, Walter. Good night, Keyes.

See you at the office in the morning. Yeah.

I'd like to move in on her right now, tonight.

If it wasn't for Norton and his striped-pants ideas about company policy...

I'd have the police after her so fast it'd make her head spin.

They'd put her through the wringer...

and, brother, the things they would squeeze out.

Only you haven't got a single thing to go on, Keyes.

Not too much. Just 26 years experience...

all the percentage there is, and this hunk of concrete in my stomach.

Can I have one of those things?

Good night, Keyes. So long, Walter.