A-Haunting We Will Go Page #5

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Hey, Ollie.|Look.

Keep playing, Ollie.

Ollie, play.

What are you laughing at?

Don't stop, Ollie.|Keep playing. Aah!

Aah!

Good work, fellas.|You're terrific.

Whew!

- What about me?|- Close the door.

- Hurry up, the sword cabinet goes next.|MAC: Coming right up.

What's the matter with this thing?

We better oil up those slits|after the show.

Please, mister, you can't do that.

You trying to tell me|how to do this?

- Yes, sir. You see, Ollie and l...|- Oh, scram, scram.

Oh, poor Ollie.

Poor Ollie.

Come on, out of the way,|out of the way.

Oh, poor Ollie.

Oh, please.

Please stop, mister.

Okay, Mac, let's go.

I'll bet he looks like a hamburger.

Ladies and gentlemen,|this is my mysterious saber cabinet.

I shall remove the sabers and place|the beautiful Margo in the cabinet...

...then plunge the cold steel|of these 24 blades through her body.

Never a dull moment.

- I just found out where Darby is.|- Where?

- Hanging on the ceiling.|- Cut the kidding, Joe.

Come on.

What are we going to do?

When that magician does the trick|and uncovers Darby, we're cooked.

I don't know about you guys,|but I'm lamming it.

How we gonna get past the cop|at the door?

Here come the stupes.|They'll know another way out.

Now don't be too hasty,|gentlemen.

- We couldn't find your friend.|- Take it easy. We're not gonna hurt you.

He's probably left by now|anyhow.

- We never told a soul, did we, Ollie?|- Good.

- We'd like to get out.|- Why don't you go out the stage door?

- Because we're not going...|- Hold it, Joe.

It's a little embarrassing.

There's a student out there we owe|some dough to and we ain't got it.

We thought you boys might be able|to show us another way out.

There's a window on the third floor.|You can make the sidewalk in one jump.

- Can't you, Ollie? You just...|- One jump.

There's an exit door way in the back.

- How do we get to it?|- I think you can reach it through here.

That's swell. Thanks.

Help. Help.

Help. Help. Help!

If the man you owe the money to|shows up, I'll tell him you left town.

Now, remember,|keep your trap shut about this.

Shh.

Well, it's been swell knowing you.

- Same to you.|- Hope to meet you sometime.

Those college boys|are sure funny fellas.

Say, we'd better get back.|Maybe we're holding the show up.

Coming through, please.

You ought to watch this next number|from out front. It's a great trick.

Yeah? Think I will.

You can get to the lower box|through that door.

Thanks.

Tommy, who was that man|you were talking to?

He's been hanging|around here all day.

Well, he's a fellow I met|when I was here last time.

- Tommy, what's the matter?|- Nothing. Nothing.

Now, you better make your change.|You're gonna be late. Hurry.

Okay.

Excuse me.

My next illusion, ladies and gentlemen,|is the famous Egyptian Invisible Transfer.

I call your attention to the coffin|suspended from the ceiling of the theater.

In this demonstration,|I shall endeavor to pass my subject...

...through atomic space into the coffin|above, before your very eyes.

I'll bet that's Charlie.

Keep your seats.|Stay right where you are.

And don't move a thing on that stage.

Right through the heart.

- This man's been murdered.|- What?

No one leave the theater.|Ushers, guard the doors.

Don't let anybody out.|Drop the curtain.

Where you going? You can't come in.|Something's happened.

I'm an attorney.|According to the law...

...I have the right to enter|in the interest of a client.

- Do you know who he is?|- Yeah, I know who.

Phone headquarters. Tell them to send|some men here right away.

So you're only gonna stay|in Dayton a week, huh?

I don't suppose you remember|your old pal, do you?

But Tommy had nothing to do with it.

He's been right here in the theater,|working.

You can't think Tommy|would do that.

I know how you feel, but Mr. White here|hasn't told you things he should have.

Oh, he's right, Margo, I should have|told you a long time ago.

This is Doc Lake.|He used to run a sanitarium.

I worked as his assistant|while going through medical school.

I didn't know we were mixed up|with a gang until they arrested us.

I found out we were treating gunshot|wounds without making a report.

Just a victim of circumstances,|as usual.

Officer, that man was killed|before he was put in the coffin.

- Who says so?|- You said he was shot through the heart.

That bullet entered|the top of the coffin.

I'm doing the masterminding|in this show, Mr. Dante.

And hand over that gun|you fired at the coffin.

- I am holding you too.|- Ridiculous.

Stanley, there's been a...

Stanley.

Oh, Stanley.

Stanley.

Oh, Stanley.

Well, what happened, sir?

- Somebody slugged me.|- Oh, well that's too bad.

We'd better tell Mr. Dante about it.

Mr. Dante. Mr. Dante, somebody|slugged this gentleman back there.

What do you know about the killing?

Nothing. I was in the audience.|I'm an attorney at law.

My name is Malcolm Kilgore. I'm|looking for a client, Egbert Norton.

I bet those college boys did it.|They're always playing practical jokes.

- College boys?|- The ones looking for the coffin.

- Three of them.|- Where did they go?

I'm asking the questions. What have|college boys got to do with this?

I don't know. They had guns. They went|out the exit through the Hawaiian tepee.

- Wait. You mean the South Sea hut?|- Yeah.

We better hurry if you wanna|question them. It's gonna be too late.

Right through here.

- Don't go in there.|- Oh, no?

Oh!

- Help! Help!|- Somebody get us out of here!

There's a lion!

Come on, this way.

- Where's the lieutenant?|- In the basement. I'll show you.

Andy, cover that door.

- Hey, break in the door!|- Get the door open!

- Come on.|- Get it open! Quick, will you!

- Come on. Come on!|- Wait a minute. Oh, no you don't.

- Anything wrong, lieutenant?|- No.

Put the cuffs|on these yeggs.

- Pete, get that guy in the cage.|- All right, you.

Looks like you got your men, lieutenant.|And thanks for getting my man for me.

- Your man? That's Darby Mason.|- Right.

- So he's your client.|- Tell him, Darby.

This guy is Steve Barnes,|a federal dick.

- Why didn't you let a guy in on it?|- Sorry.

I had to produce an imaginary|inheritance to smoke this guy out.

- It was all a phony?|- That's right.

I did it all with mirrors.|My apologies, Mr. Dante.

And what happened to old Uncle Jasper?|Did he really kick off?

No, that was a phony too.|He's in Alcatraz.

Good. I always liked|the old stinker.

He'll be glad to see you too.

- Why did you kill Doc Lake?|- Because he tried to double-cross me.

When they dumped me here|I got out.

When I heard somebody coming|I ducked.

Doc Lake comes sneaking along.

He pulls out his cannon, and thinking|I'm still in the coffin, pumps a slug in it.

Then he starts to scram|and I let him have it.

I stuck him in the coffin to show him|he can't make a monkey out of me.

I'm sorry I mussed up your show, pal.|It was...

...pretty good.|- Thanks.

Well, we'd better get going, Darby.|You've got a long ways to travel.

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