 Three spoons, Inspector? No, four. It's too hot. I'm drinking iced tea. Right. Doggone it, Bart. I was sure that dame was guilty. Oh, no, Inspector. You're not really sorry she wasn't, are you? That dame, as you call her, was pretty smart. You could use her down on the course. You mean because she figured out who it was that sent the candy? Of course, Inspector. Yeah, that's right. She figured out he did that to throw suspicion on her and throw us off the trail of the real murder. Of course, I must admit.