Whatever you say, Mike

Susy Hendrix:

You wait here, Mike. I'll be right back. Mike Talman:
[grabs her from running into Roat and Carlino still standing sliently by the front door]
Wait a minute! Where are you going? Susy Hendrix:
To the studio. To Sam's studio. That's where it is. Mike Talman:
How do you know the doll's at his studio? Susy Hendrix:
Gloria just told me. You know, the little girl with the groceries. She went over there earlier today to do an errand for Sam, and she saw it. And heard it. It played a little tune. Mike Talman:
Are you sure about this? Susy Hendrix:
Yes, positive. If it hadn't been for that awful Sgt. Carlino hounding me, I could've told you earlier. [Mike looks behind Suzy at Carlino and Roat still standing silently in which Roat mouths silently that Suzy stays while they go get it] Mike Talman:
Okay, Susy, fine. I'll go get it. Where's the studio? Susy Hendrix:
Just two blocks away. 78 West Eighth Street. It's on the top floor. And the desk is in the far corner, away from the windows. It's a big old thing with a roller top. You know the type I mean, with cubbyholes and pigeonholes and... Mike Talman:
Yeah, I know the kind you mean. Susy Hendrix:
It's in the left hand drawer, the doll. Gloria said so. Mike Talman:
Susy, I'm gonna ask you once more and this is no time for mistakes. Are you sure the little girl saw the doll at Sam's studio? Are you sure this is all true? Susy Hendrix:
I'm saving my husband's life, aren't I Mike? Mike Talman:
[walks out with Carlino and Roat]
I'll be right back. You stay put. Make yourself a cup of hot coffee or something. Susy Hendrix:
Whatever you say, Mike