- [first lines]
- Donald Fletcher: Ladies and gentlemen, the covers of your current magazine issues. A missile, a house, and a dame. All cold as ice. Nothing to make a customer stop, look, and buy.
- [last lines]
- Paul Drake: [suddenly remembering] *Oh, these photographs.* Well, they don't mean anything anymore.
- Perry Mason: This all of them?
- Paul Drake: Mm-hm. Negatives, too.
- Perry Mason: [as he throws them in the waste basket] That's that.
- Paul Drake: You realize, of course, that that represents hours of work. I had to go through all the photos in Rudi Tripp's file.