Ellery: Thank you, everybody, come on, Dad, let's go home.
Inspector Queen: Well, I can't. I've gotta go down to Gramercy Park. Somebody just murdered a millionaire art collector. Just your kind of case, Ellery.
Ellery: Good night, Dad.
Inspector Queen: Really, very strange. Thirty paintings in the house, all of them turned to the wall.
Ellery: Oh, no, no, no. See you at breakfast! (Walks out the exit)
Inspector Queen: What harm would it do to take a look? (collects his hat and coat)
Ellery: Did you say thirty paintings turned to the wall?
Inspector Queen: Yeah.