A-Haunting We Will Go Page #3

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Pardon me, sir, but have you seen|two gentlemen about this tall?

- It's very important.|- I don't believe I have.

Thank you, sir.|Well, if it isn't Buffalo Bill.

My dad used to tell me about you.

- You've seen the picture of Buffalo Bill.|- On the back of a nickel.

I didn't recognize you.

- Those are a lot of fun.|- Not for us, they're not.

- Have you got an Inflato?|- I used to have one.

- What was that you call it?|- Inflato, taken from the word "inflation."

Money just poured out|when the gentleman sold it.

Yeah, it was a good buy for $50|before it went haywire.

You mean to say|you paid $50 for this?

No, 49. We've got a dollar|tied up in the gears.

- I haven't seen one of these for ages.|- Where have you been?

- Do you belong to the O.C.C.?|- I'm a magician.

A magician? Well!

I used to dabble in the art|of legerdemain myself.

Pick a card. Any card.

- Now look at it.|- I have it.

Place it in your pocket.

Now concentrate very, very deeply.

- He's been fooling me with this for years.|- Yeah.

- Ace of spades.|- By George, that's marvelous.

- Card, please.|- You'll find it in your friend's hat.

Say, that's wonderful.|How did you do it?

It's a secret.

- Give me those.|- That's...

All right, you guys,|stop bothering Mr. Dante here.

We're getting into Milledgeville|and that's where you get off.

We'll pay you|when we get Charlie to Dayton.

- Sure.|- Why are you putting them off?

- They tried to beat a dinner bill for $6.80.|- We did not...

I assure you that our intentions|were perfectly honorable.

I'll pay their bill.

It's up to you, but for my dough, you're|just encouraging a couple of con men.

I'll take that chance.

That's where you get off.

Sorry, boys, but you can buy these|at any novelty shop for $ 1.50.

- You mean we've been victimized?|- I'm afraid so.

- Ollie, we've been cheated.|- How can we ever repay you?

With the $50 we're gonna get|for Charlie.

- We can give...|- Are you stopping in Dayton?

I'll be playing|at the Temple Theatre.

Then we'll see you tomorrow.|You've been very kind. Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Bill.|- Goodbye.

FERNDALE|SANITARIUM

Operator, I wanna talk to attorney|Malcolm Kilgore in Dayton...

...at Riverdale 3-4786.|- Darby got in all right.

- Dixie phoned. He's on the way over now.|- Shh.

- Good.|- What?

This is Dr. Travelyan|at the Ferndale Sanitarium.

All right, I'll hold the line.

MALCOLM KILGORE|ATTORNEY AT LAW

Yes, yes, this is Kilgore.

This is Dr. Bradley Travelyan|of the Ferndale Sanitarium.

A few days ago I read an item|in the paper regarding Egbert Norton.

- Have you information regarding him?|- Well, I have a patient here...

...apparently the victim|of a hit-and-run.

For three weeks now,|he's been between life and death.

This morning he spoke for the first time.|Said he was Egbert Norton.

Identify himself? Oh, I suppose he can.

But won't you recognize him|when you see him?

gbert Norton|ran away from home when he was a boy.

As a consequence, I've never seen him.|He should be able to identify himself...

...by a very unusual ring given him|by his uncle. That is, if he still has it.

I have a duplicate of the ring|in my possession.

Why, yes,|he does have an unusual ring.

I happened to noticed it|when I dressed an abrasion on his arm.

That sounds encouraging.|When can he come to my office?

In his condition, a trip to town at this|time might have serious consequences.

But on the other hand, a visit from you|might be very helpful to the boy.

Fine. We're located in Ferndale|on the road to Cincinnati.

Huh? Say, 1:
00?

Oh, that will be quite satisfactory.

Yes, I'll see you then, sir.|Goodbye.

Well, gentlemen, that calls for a drink.|Has anyone a bottle?

It's Dixie.

- Hi, fellas.|- You got him?

He's in the box.|Nice going, Dixie.

- Steady.|- Come on, give us a hand, Doc.

- Easy now, easy.|- Keep punching, Darby, old boy.

- We'll have you out in a shake.|- Gently, now.

Are you breathing, Darby?

- Lf he ain't, we're all dead gooses.|- Geese.

- Watch out for that first step.|- Don't tip it. Easy.

- You're putting all the weight on me.|- Never mind that.

Bring him in. Put it down.|That's it.

- All right, Darby, you're home.|- Open up.

- You're amongst friends.|- Darby.

- Darby!|- I'll get my respirator.

Get me a jimmy.|Get out of the way.

Come on, help me here.

All right, there we are.

- Well, can you tie that?|- Boy, he sure spoiled fast.

He must've ate something.

- This is a mummy.|- An imitation one at that.

You wouldn't be pulling a fast one,|would you, Dixie?

Who, me?|Have you blown your topper?

- Where's Darby?|- I don't know...

Hold it, Joseph, my boy.

I've just made|a very significant discovery.

These handbills belong to Dante,|the Magician.

- You mean, he made Darby disappear?|- Inadvertently, yes.

- Find out if Dante's playing Dayton.|- He is. I read he's at the Temple Theatre.

My deduction is correct.|This must be Dante's.

- By coincidence, identical with ours.|- Let's go. Temple Theatre!

Hold on. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.|We must do this with the utmost care.

Any one of you might be recognized.

Since I can walk the streets|with reasonable impunity...

...I think I'm the logical one to go.

Yeah, I guess he's right.

Mr. Kilgore. I almost forgot.

Hello, operator.|Get me Riverdale 3-4786.

Mr. Malcolm Kilgore. Hurry, please.

Yes, yes.

A relapse?

Oh, that's too bad, doctor.

Tomorrow? I think I can make that.|Same time?

Good. I'll be there.

Just a minute.|Where are you guys going?

- We have an appointment with Mr. Dante.|- He didn't leave word.

- We owe him some money.|- You owe Dante money? That's a laugh.

- Yes, and we're going to pay him too.|- Yeah, and that's a bigger laugh.

One hundred,|200, 300, 400...

Pardon me, miss. Could you tell me|where I could find Mr. Dante?

- On the stage, I think.|- Thank you very much.

Stanley, must you touch everything|you see? Oh!

Oh.

Let that alone. Oh!

- Oh, Mr. Dante.|- Well, hello.

We came to pay you|the money we owe.

- Oh, thank you.|- Don't mention it.

Gee, it's too bad nobody showed up|to see you, but we'll stay.

- Everything's ready, Mr. Dante.|- Good.

This is Tommy White,|my stage manager.

- Hardy's my name.|- How do you do?

- And this is my associate, Mr. Laurel.|- How do you do?

- Glad to know you.|- Why?

- George, bring that booth forward.|- Yes, sir.

Right about there.|That's good.

- Having telephone trouble?|- No, just a little experiment of mine.

Gee, you're awful late. We've had|telephones for years. Haven't we, Ollie?

It's an illusion, silly.

- Oh.|- Could I be of any help to you?

We wanna try the illusion.|Is everything ready, Tommy?

Yes, I think so.

If one of you would step into that booth,|we can give it a try.

I'll be tickled delighted.|I certainly will.

- Oh!|- Oh, I'm sorry, Ollie, really.

- Look, there's a booth over there.|- Thank you.

I won't be a minute, Ollie.

That's quite all right.

- You got two dimes for a nickel?|- Yes.

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