Abigail Mitchell's Final Chapter | Columbo

Are you accusing me, Lieutenant? I wasn't here. Right, ma'am. That's a fact. Well, let's take this second one and turn it around. Well, we could turn this upside down and put it on top. Why? Maybe it's a cosmic question? Why? Dear Edmund and the safe, questioning the meaning of life. Or why he was murdered, ma'am. Oh, every character I write knows exactly why he was murdered. Let's try again. About those car keys. The only way you could have got them after Edmund left is for Edmund to have come back before you left for the airport. And you were with him, ma'am. Edmund and you were together. That's very extravagant of you, Lieutenant. Can you prove that? No, ma'am. No. Not a chance. What do you make of that, ma'am? An arrow, an arrow pointing straight down. You think he wanted to call attention to his new shoe? Excuse me, ma'am. An arrow pointing straight to heaven. Heaven's my destination. Wanted us to know the light doesn't work. He was always a bit of a complainer. It's the title page from your manuscript, ma'am. The night I was murdered? It's the missing piece. You see, these two words have been rubbed out by a burned match. Would you mind reading it for me, ma'am? Please, ma'am. I was murdered. Go on, ma'am. By Abigail Mitchell. Murdered by Abigail Mitchell. Deathbed testimony. That's considered very strong evidence, ma'am. Just one more thing.