Dishonored Lady Page #5

Don't be silly. Not a chance

Really? Could you ever stop loving me?

That's really a gruesome thought.

Of course not!

Even if there was a reason?

What in the world is bothering you?

Nothing. I just wanted to be sure.

Sure about what?

That you loved me and not an illusion

you dreamed up about me.

Scientists can't believe in illusions. I believe in you,

the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Four shirts. I wonder if that'll be enough?

It'll have to be. That's all I've got.

Socks!

There, that just about does it.

Madeleine.

Was there something special on your mind?

Something that you wanted to tell me?

Just that I love you, that's all.

Write me every day?

Every day.

Hope you miss me. Hope you suffer like a maniac.

I will, I promise.

Oh, gosh, I hate to leave you.

You know, I'm gonna be jealous.

Jealous of what?

I don't know. Nobody, everybody.

Just jealous.

Darling, I belong to you. Don't you know that?

I'm only alive because you love me.

We'll be married the minute I get back.

Well, look who's here. If it isn't Madeleine!

How are you? It's been a long time.

David, this is Mr. Garet.

I used to work with him at the magazine.

How do you do?

I quit the racket, or rather, the racket quit me.

Garet is doing some confidential work for me now.

How are you, Miss Dickson?

This is Mr. Courtland, Davis

Doctor Cousins, my fianc.

You're a very lucky man, doctor.

I think so.

Well, good bye, Miss Dixson.

My congratulations to you both.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

I don't believe a minute of it, do you?

Garet, you're a very cynical man.

You don't believe in true love.

You don't think Madeleine does either, do you?

I don't know, but I've always been fascinated by miracles.

.

Come in.

Telegram for you, Miss Dixson.

I thought I'd bring it up myself.

I thought it might be important.

Bad news?

He won't be back till Friday.

That's men for you.

You never can count on them.

Oh, I forgot. A Doctor something called for you.

Said you were to call a Miss Ethel Royce.

She's been trying to get in touch with you.

Friend of yours?

Yes.

I suppose you have your own reasons,

but you ought to get out and see your friends.

Instead of sitting in this room all day and all night.

Thanks, Mrs. Geiger.

None of my business, mind you.

Ethel? This is Madeleine.

Madeleine!

Darling! But this is really a voice from the dead.

I pecked at that doctor of yours for hours.

I just have to talk to you.

What about?

Remember that Art supplement. The one you started?

Well, I do need your help, dear!

I'm in an awful mess.

Sorry, dear, I'll never come into that office again

as long as I live.

Oh, but I wouldn't ask you to do that.

Just meet me somewhere. It'll only take an hour. I promise.

Well, if it's just the two of us...

All right, I'll be there at five.

Oh, I'm so relieved! We were really desperate.

Wonderful. I'm just dying to see you.

Bye, dear.

She'll do it.

Good.

Wonderful thing that professional pride never dies.

How did she sound?

Awful. How do you expect.

Too bad.

Victor, I don't want you to be there.

I wouldn't think of spoiling your reunion, my dear.

I don't trust Madeleine, doctor or no doctor.

Nor you either, my sweet.

Hello, Miss Damien. Glad to see you back.

Glad to see you, Jim.

Hello, Luigi.

Is Miss Royce here?

She just came in, Miss Damien.

We've missed you, Have you been away?

No, but it's nice to be back just the same.

Hello, Ethel.

Darling, you look wonderful!

A little pale, but so interesting.

You know, I can't stay very long.

I understand, dear. We'll get right to work.

The usual, Miss Damien?

Well, I don't know, Carl...

You'd better, wait until you see the mess I made

with this supplement.

All right, Carl.

Darling, I'm just dying to see what you've been up to.

You must tell me everything.

But there's nothing to tell.

Come on, let's go to work.

You're just marvelous, my dear. You made the whole project

seem awfully simple and practical.

Not for me, please.

Darling, you used to be able to drink ten in a row!

I'm out of training.

No one would know it, my dear.

You seem just like the old Madeleine again.

It's the surrounding.

What do you say we have dinner and go to a show?

No, really, I've got to stagger home.

Madeleine, my dear. This is a surprise!

Victor, hello.

What good fortune running into you like this.

Do you mind?

Don't let him fool you, Madeleine.

He heard me making the date with you.

It's true, but I'll deny it.

Frankly I wanted to have a look at you.

You look very dashing for a hermit.

Thank you.

We've all missed you desperately, haven't we, Ethel?

As though our little hearts would break.

What about a drink for your old boss?

I've had enough.

Three of whatever it is.

I've got all the data we need on the supplements.

Good, what about the data on Madeleine?

No data.

Now if you'll excuse me....

You can't go now. Look who you'll run in to..

He's seen you.

Garet no longer graces our staff.

What happened?

He got to be utterly prolific.

To say nothing of a slight discrepancy in his accounts.

Mr. Garet believes that the world owes him a gay life,

no matter who pays for it.

Well, hello, stranger, how are you?

Wonderful.

Nobody here seems particularly glad to see me.

Should we be?

Well, it's been nice knowing you.

There goes one reason for my ivory tower.

What?

Darling, I'm constantly running into men who adore you..

I hated them all.

I know what you're thinking.

I had an odd way of expressing my distaste.

Not odd, darling. Shall we say just... moody.

Well, here's to memory.

May I speak to Mr. Courtland, please.

Just a moment, sir.

Just a minute.

Come in.

Mr. Garet on the phone, sir.

All right.

Hello, Garet.

I have some interesting news.

Do you know who's here?

Madeleine.

How considerate of you to call.

By the way, I've just been through the stones in my safe

and one's missing.

It's not terribly important but you're the only person

who knows about my safe.

And the fact is you did have my keys

for quite a while yesterday.

What are you getting at?

Only that I don't like thieves.

You're being ridiculous.

Let me come over and talk about it.

There's nothing to talk about, I' taking it up with the police.

Courtland, you can't do that!

Mr. Garet again, sir.

Tell him I've gone out.

I'm sorry, Mr. Courtland has just left.

Are you all right, darling?

Of course I am.

You're not going to disappear again?

Oh, yes, back to my treetop.

It's raining. Let me drive you home.

Oh, no, Ethel wouldn't approve.

Good luck, my dear, in your treetop.

Bye, darling.

Well?

Let's face it. She's a changed woman.

She'll never change, darling.

She's just got herself a new set of words, that's all.

Madeleine!

Hop in.

No, thanks, I'm waiting for a cab.

Don't be silly, there are no cabs, You'll get drenched.

Please.

I'll drop you off.

I'm going home alone.

Come on. In you get.

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