
A Stolen Life Page #6
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- 1946
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A REMBRANDT FROM A RENOIR.
KATIE, DON'T TELL ME
YOU'RE SMOKING THESE DAYS?
PAT, WHY COULDN'T YOU
GO TO CHILE?
I HAD A PERFECTLY DREADFUL COLD.
SOMETHING LIKE THE FLU.
WHAT A SHAME. BILL WAS SO
EXCITED ABOUT YOUR GOING.
BILL'S SO NAIVE ABOU A LOT OF THINGS.
BUT THAT'S BILL.
NAIVETE'S A BIT TRYING
TO LIVE WITH ALL THE TIME.
KATIE, DON'T YOU
WANT TO GO UPSTAIRS?
YOU HAVEN'T SAID A WORD
ABOUT MY DUNGAREES.
A BIG OUTDOORS GIRL NOW,
THAT SORT OF NONSENSE.
THAT I WANT TO SEE.
INCIDENTALLY, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE
OFF YOUR HAT AND STAY A WHILE?
I THOUGHT WE'D SAIL OU TOWARDS DRAGONHEAD-
YOUR OLD STAMPING GROUND.
ANYTHING YOU SAY.
YOU'RE THE SKIPPER.
I'LL RAISE THE JIB.
ALL RIGHT. I'LL START ON THE MAINSAIL.
I'M COMING ABOUT,
KATIE.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF
YOUR NEW SKIPPER?
SHE'S ALL RIGHT.
PAT, HOW'D YOU HAPPEN
TO TAKE UP SAILING?
YOU NEVER USED TO
CARE ABOUT IT.
I'D HAVE DIED OF
BOREDOM OTHERWISE.
GOT A BEAU, KATIE?
WHATEVER POSSESSED YOU
TO COME HERE, PAT?
THE GANG AGAIN.
AS A MATTER OF FACT, WE'VE GOT A LUNCHEON
DATE ON TOM FRAZIER'S YACHT TOMORROW.
IT'S A PRETTY STIFF
BREEZE, PAT.
OH, SURE. IT'S EXCITING!
YOU'LL GET PLENTY
OF EXCITEMENT.
LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GOING INTO
SOME HEAVY WEATHER.
WONDERFUL. I'LL GIVE I A RUN FOR ITS MONEY!
LOOK OUT, KATIE,
I'M GOING TO JIBE.
ALL RIGHT!
IT'S GETTING
REALLY NASTY, PAT!
WE SHOULD GO BACK.
NOT ON YOUR LIFE.
HAUL IN YOUR MAINSAIL!
I'VE ALWAYS WANTED
TO SAIL IN A STORM.
YOU'RE CRAZY!
SO I'M CRAZY.
ALL WE NEEDED:
WAS SOME FOG.
TACK YOUR SHEET!
YOU WERE RIGHT!
TOO LATE NOW! ALL WE CAN DO IS HOPE
TO GET IN THE LEE OF THE LIGHTHOUSE!
WATCH YOUR HEAD!
HERE COMES A BIG ONE!
I SHOULD HAVE:
INSISTED WE GO BACK!
KATIE! WE'RE HEADED
FOR THE REEFS!
HANG ON!
LOOK OUT, KATIE!
THE REEFS, PAT!
THE REEFS WILL RIP OU THE BOTTOM OF THE BOAT!
PAT! PAT!
PAT! PAT!
PAT! PAT!
WHEN DID YOU SAY YOU FIRS NOTICED WHAT WAS HAPPENING?
WELL, I WAS
LISTENING TO THE RADIO.
THERE WAS A:
TERRIBLE HIGH WIND,
AND I THOUGHT I HEARD
SOMEBODY HOLLERING.
Shh! You're
raising your voices too much.
ALL RIGHT, MA'AM.
I LOOKED OUT, AND
THERE WAS THE BOAT,
HEADED FOR:
THE ROCKS,
MAINSAIL:
ALL TORN TO SHREDS.
Don't talk too loud.
She needs all the sleep
she can get.
NO RIGHT TO BE OU ON A DAY LIKE THAT.
THEY MUST HAVE BEEN HAVING
TROUBLE WITH THE SAIL
LONG BEFORE:
IT HAPPENED.
I PUT IN A CALL:
TO THE COAST GUARD.
HOW COULD I? I COULDN' TELL THEM APART ANYWAYS.
TALK LOW.
YES, MA'AM.
WHEN YOU GOT TO THEM, WERE YOU ABLE
TO SEE THE BODY OF THE OTHER ONE,
NO, NEVER DID SEE THE
BODY. AIN'T SEEN IT YET.
OH, NO!
THERE, THERE, NOW.
EVERYTHING'S ALL RIGHT.
IT'S IMPORTANT THAT YOU SHOULD
I TRIED TO PULL:
HER BACK.
MRS. EMERSON,
WE KNOW ALL ABOUT THAT.
MRS. EMERSON?
WHAT?
I'M AN INVESTIGATOR.
I'VE JUST BEEN GETTING A STATEMEN ABOUT THE WRECK FROM MR. FOLGER.
HE WAS THE ONLY WITNESS. YOU'RE
VERY FORTUNATE, MRS. EMERSON.
NOW, YOUR SISTER CAME UP HERE TO
VISIT YOU YESTERDAY, DIDN'T SHE?
AND YOU TOOK HER SAILING?
SHE'S ALL CONFUSED. I
THINK YOU OUGHT TO LEAVE HER BE.
YEAH, MAYBE SO.
MRS. EMERSON,
THINK OF HIS FEELINGS
IF IT HAD BEEN YOU.
YOU KNOW BILL BEST, EBEN.
YOU TALK TO HER.
RIGHT.
JUST WANT TO TALK TO YOU
A LITTLE, MRS. EMERSON.
EVER SINCE IT HAPPENED,
YOU BEEN LYING HERE,
CRYING FOR BILL:
OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
YOU KEEP SAYING,
"I TRIED TO SAVE HER."
BILL AIN'T GOING TO BLAME YOU, MRS. EMERSON.
YOU GOT TO GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD.
YOU GOT TO LOOK AT I THIS WAY.
IF THE GOOD LORD HAD WANTED
TO TAKE YOU INSTEAD OF HER,
WHY, HE'D HAVE DONE IT.
I WAS REAL FOND OF
YOUR SISTER.
GUESS I DIDN' SHOW IT MUCH, BUT I WAS.
NEVER HER.
MAYBE THAT'S WHY
YOU WERE SPARED.
THERE AIN'T NO ARGUING
SO YOU GET WELL:
AND STRONG NOW, MRS. EMERSON,
SHE'D HAVE WANTED IT THAT WAY. I
KNOWED HER WELL ENOUGH TO SAY THAT.
EBEN, MR. LINDLEY'S
OUT HERE.
ALL RIGHT.
BUT YOU JUST KIND OF BE THINKING
YEAH, THANK YOU.
I WON'T TALK TO YOU VERY LONG,
DEAR. I DON'T WANT TO TIRE YOU.
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME, PAT?
BILL IS COMING HOME.
I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL AFTERNOON
FOR AN ANSWER TO MY WIRE,
AND IT JUST GOT HERE.
HE ARRIVES IN NEW YORK
BY PLANE... FRIDAY.
FRIDAY.
I WAS SURE WE WERE GOING TO
BE LATE, BUT I GUESS WE'RE NOT.
I MUST LOOK A SIGH AFTER THAT DRIVE.
WELL, FRANKLY, UNDER
THE CIRCUMSTANCES,
I DON'T THINK BILL EXPECTS YOU
TO LOOK LIKE A RAVING BEAUTY.
PAN AMERICAN:
AIRWAYS FLIGHT NUMBER 7
IS THAT BILL'S PLANE?
YES. YES, IT IS.
FREDDIE?
FREDDIE, I... I FEEL RATHER
SEEDY. I THINK I'LL HAVE A DRINK.
YOURS IS A MARTINI,
ISN'T IT, PAT?
YES, FREDDIE.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
THANK YOU.
ONE MARTINI, PLEASE.
ONE MARTINI.
WELL, THERE IT IS.
YOU STAY HERE:
AND HAVE YOUR DRINK.
I'LL GET BILL,
AND WE'LL BE BACK.
BILL!
HELLO, PAT.
YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE BOTHERED
OH, OF COURSE I'D MEE YOU. DON'T BE SILLY.
I'M TERRIBLY SORRY
ABOUT KATE.
STAY IN NEW YORK FOR A FEW DAYS
SO I CAN STRAIGHTEN OU SOME OF HER THINGS.
OH, THAT'LL FIT IN WITH MY PLANS.
I'VE GOT SOME WORK TO DO HERE.
DID YOU HAVE:
A PLEASANT TRIP?
GOOD AFTERNOON,
MRS. EMERSON.
GOOD AFTERNOON, ELISE.
HELLO, MRS. JOHNSON.
I'M SO SORRY, MY DEAR. THANK YOU.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO UPSTAIRS? WE
HAVE YOUR OLD ROOM ALL READY FOR YOU.
OH, NO. NO, THANK YOU. I THINK WE'LL
ALL STAY DOWN HERE AND HAVE A DRINK.
HOW ABOUT YOU, FREDDIE?
WELL, NOT FOR ME, THANK YOU.
I HAVE A BUSINESS APPOINTMENT.
OH, BUT YOU SIMPLY
CAN'T LEAVE US.
WELL, I'LL DROP AROUND
TOMORROW, IF I MAY.
WELL, YOU'RE BEING
DREADFULLY UNSOCIAL.
GOOD-BYE, OLD MAN. CALL ME
IF THERE'S ANYTHING I CAN DO.
THANKS A LOT FOR
YOUR HELP, FREDDIE.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
SEE YOU TOMORROW, FREDDIE.
OK, PAT.
CERTAINLY.
YOU KNOW, IT REALLY
HIT FREDDIE.
I'VE NEVER SEEN HIM
QUITE THIS WAY BEFORE.
I KNOW:
JUST HOW HE FEELS.
IT'S VERY STRANGE
FOR ME WITHOUT KATE.
WOULD YOU LIKE A SCOTCH?
YOU KNOW I DRINK
BOURBON, PAT.
OH, YES, OF COURSE.
YOU LOOK TIRED, BILL.
YOU KNOW, I CAN'T BELIEVE
SHE'S GONE, SOMEHOW.
I DIDN'T KNOW SHE MEAN SO MUCH TO YOU.
DOESN'T MEAN THAT I WAS
IN LOVE WITH HER.
SHE KNEW THAT.
HOW DO YOU KNOW?
WELL, SHE... SHE TOLD ME,
BILL, I'VE MISSED YOU
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