Mr. District Attorney - The Case of the Blood Harvest

Late one night in a cultivated field in the farm area of the county, Harry Trent and Slim Ferryman are stealing alfalfa from Mullin's farm. Trent asks "How many more bales we got to load, Slim?" He says "Oh, fifteen or twenty left, that's all". Trent says "Well, this will be the last truck load then". Slim says "Yeah, the sooner you get off the place with it, the better". Trent says "Mullen is sure going to be surprised when he gets a look at this field tomorrow". Slim asks "What do we get for this stuff?" Trent says "The market is about thirty dollars a ton. We'll clear almost two hundred dollars apiece. Not as much as we could make stealing livestock". Slim says "Sure, steal livestock and get sent to the pen. Maybe there ain't as much money in alfalfa, but it ain't marked either. Nobody can say it ain't yours once you get in the clear with it" Trent asks "Suppose Mullen suspects you had something to do with this?" Slim says "Me? His old army buddy? Not a chance. Besides, he saw me take a sleeping pill before we turned in tonight, at least he thinks he saw me take it. Give me the pitchfork. Now push these bales back away from the tailgate". Trent says "Slim, ssshh, I heard something moving over by the rack. Maybe it's Mullin, maybe he...." Slim says "Keep quiet". Mullin says "Who's out in this field? You better answer me. I can see the outline of your truck". Trent says "We better run for it". Slim says "No, he woke up. He must know I'm not in the house". Mullin asks "Who are you? Talk up, fast". Trent says "It's me Mullen, Harry Trent". Mullin asks "What's the matter, Trent? You lost or something? Your farm's on the other side of that fence. What are you doing in my field in the middle of the night with a truck full of my alfalfa?"