The rest of the money is in
a registered package addressed to me

in a post office box in New York.
You can pick it up there by tomorrow.
Here's the key.

Thank you, Miss Edgar.
Now I'll take the registration receipt.

This receipt and the package are
as good as a signed confession.

You understand that? Alright.
Now, where does Mr Taylor come in?

There's no such person.
I 've never been married.

Mrs Taylor was an old
friend of my mother's.

And when you applied at Rutland's,
the name just came to your mind.

I was trying to get away from my
cousin Jessie. She's no good.

If she found out about the insurance
money, she'd try to get some.

Make trouble for me.
- What insurance money?
- Mrs Taylor's.

- She died.
- Oh, Mrs Taylor died. Pity.

Now you're working with
this naughty cousin Jessie.

Nobody's working with me!
You talk as if this was some
regular thing I do... did.

All planned in cold blood.
- And it wasn't?
- No!

You're not from Los Angeles,
Miss Edgar.

Insurance is only pronounced
insurance in the South.

And that's where you're from.
Where? Around here?

You' re a cold-practised,
method-actress of a liar.

- I can't help it.
- It would appear not.

I don't mean that.
I mean, I wasn't born in California.

I was born in Richmond, Virginia.
My father deserted us
when I was a baby.

My mother and I lived
in Richmond until I was seven.

Then we went to California.
Mother worked in aeroplane factories.

That's the truth. I swear it!
My mother died when I was ten.
And Mrs Taylor took care of me.

Come on, get moving.
How did you find me?
You're here to answer
the questions, ol' girl.

How did you get
the combination to Ward's safe?

- I took Susan's key from her purse.
- I see.

Now, suppose you just begin
at the beginning.

It's just like I told you. I was born
in Richmond. We were poor.

We were grindingly poor.