Mrs. Grant has been waiting for the locksmith to install a chain on her door. Her idiot lout of a husband berates her for being afraid of a strangler — the titular Creeper — that has been terrorizing the neighborhood.
Shaw and the new janitor are discussing the Creeper and Shaw opines that the women were probably asking for it: “Decent women don’t get themselves murdered.”
Mrs. Grant’s husband is a surly jerk and they appear to live in the Kramdens’ old apartment. He has just been passed over for a raise, and is currently working nights like the husbands of the murdered women. When she asks if he can switch to the day shift, he berates her. There is never any insinuation that he is the strangler, although it seems they are about equal in their respect for women.
Mr. Grant stops off for a beer before work, maybe explaining why he didn’t get that raise, and talks to his friend Ed who had once dated Mrs. Grant. Ed does come off as a possible suspect. When Ed points out that the victims had both been blondes home alone, it finally occurs to Mr. Grant that maybe his wife is legitimately scared.
Ed drops by the Grant home, appearing suddenly, to Mrs. Grant’s shock. He says he came to keep her company but won’t say how he got in. Mrs. Grant does not believe his story that her husband asked him to keep her company. For good reason — Mr. Grant does not strike me as a guy who would send a former boyfriend to keep an eye on his property, er, woman.
Plus Ed is pretty creepy, and does try to force himself on Mrs. Grant until some neighbors complain about the noise. She uses that opportunity to ask him to leave. Seeing the man, Shaw wastes no time accusing Mrs. Grant of being a tart who will get what she deserves in the end, just like those other two victims.
Finally the locksmith arrives as Mr. Grant calls to apologize. Unfortunately, he does not apologize for sending Ed to keep her company. She tells him the locksmith has arrived and he tells her the police are saying the Creeper has been pretending to be a locksmith.
So, for the ladies, another love song of J Alfred Hitchcock.
- AHP Deathwatch: All dead.
- Christ! Reta Shaw was only 43 in this?