East Side of Heaven Page #7

Well, I had to

say something.

Yeah, you think

of great excuses, you do.

You ought to be

ashamed of yourself.

But you told me

not to let anybody in.

Anybody?

Why, Mary's not anybody.

She's everybody.

She can come up here anytime she

wants and don't you forget it.

You know I think Mary's the

most wonderful girl in the world.

Why, if you had

any idea at all

of the way

I feel about her...

What's playing here

next week?

If you'll excuse me now,

I'll go to work.

When the sun goes in,

I go out.

He's a great fellow. He'd do

anything in the world for me

and do it wrong.

Well, I'm waiting.

Yes. Honey, I have a

confession to make to you.

I've got to tell you

sooner or later.

Might as well be now.

I know you're big enough

to understand

when I tell you

that someone else

has come into my life.

Now, I want you

to meet the person

you heard me talking to

this morning.

Oh, Denny! A baby!

You guessed it

the first time.

What's it doing here?

Well, I'll tell you

all about it later.

I'm just doing a favor

for somebody.

Now, if you ask me in a real

nice way, I might forgive you.

Oh, Denny.

Hello, honey.

Oh, isn't he sweet?

Look at these

dear little hands.

The size of the fingernails,

that's what gets me.

Did you ever see anything

as small as that?

Aren't you the man

that didn't like babies?

Well, yes, there might be a

lot of babies I wouldn't like.

You can't tell. It's just

like you meet a lot of people.

Some you like

and some you don't.

This one, I like.

That's all.

Oh, Denny,

I wonder if we'll ever have...

I mean, I hope all our plans work out.

Work out? Listen, honey,

if I had my way, we'd have...

Well, there's lots of things I'd like

you to have when the breaks come our way.

You know, for a while I thought

maybe you didn't want to have...

Some people have funny ideas

about things, don't they?

Oh, yeah,

but they get over them, too.

Don't you think one baby

gets kind of lonesome?

Of course.

They want company

like everybody else.

That's what I thought.

You see, if I ever decide

to have kids,

I'm gonna have them

all in a bunch.

Well, there is something new

under the sun, after all.

I imagine this is the first time

a baby ever postponed a wedding.

That's right.

We'd make a pretty group,

wouldn't we,

with the best man

holding him in his arms?

Go to sleep, go to sleep.

Oh, no, you'll never get him

to sleep that way.

Oh, yes, I will.

If you want a lesson on how to

put a baby to sleep, I'll show you.

There we are.

Come here. Here we go.

You can listen, too,

if you want to,

but you're supposed

to stay awake.

Would you listen to a story?

The most amazing story

That you've ever heard

It concerns a certain romance

A most amazing romance

You'll have to take my word

It may sound unreal to you

But it's absolutely true

I know an angel

On the east side of heaven

Who lives

in a third story room

We meet on a rooftop

And dream in the dark

When the lights of New York

are in bloom

All through the daytime

It's the same old Manhattan

But evening again sets me free

Then I turn off Broadway

To the east side of heaven

Where an angel waits

For me

Well, any news?

Yes, Mr. Barrett. It's about

your daughter-in-law.

Oh. What about her?

Two of my most experienced men

trailed her from her hotel

to Pennsylvania Station.

You know, Mr. Barrett,

what a big place that is

and there were hundreds

of people there...

Do you mean to say

you've lost track of her?

I hate to admit it, Mr. Barrett,

but that's what happened.

What kind of detectives

are these?

Well, if that's the best you

can do, it isn't good enough.

Send your bill to Mr. Fisher.

Yes, sir.

Right this way,

gentlemen.

Loftus, I'm worried.

Call the police, sir.

It's the only

proper thing to do.

No, no, the publicity...

This is not a time

for personal pride, sir.

As long as we knew where

your daughter-in-law was,

there was still a chance

of finding the baby.

But now, it may be

in actual physical danger,

its very life

may be at stake.

Call the police commissioner.

Good, sir.

Never before has

one breath of scandal

touched the family name

of Barrett.

The name of Barrett has not appeared

in the public prints recently.

And my operators tell me

that young Cyrus Barrett

is no longer seen frequenting

his favorite haunts of gaiety.

All of which

leads us to believe

that his current

domestic difficulties

have impressed him deeply.

And descending a rung or two

in the social ladder,

it may be amusing to note that

Barrett's favorite crooner, Denny Martin,

the Cruising, Ear-Bruising

Troubadour, has blown out an old flame.

But Martin at least

was fortunate.

He has already found himself

a new baby.

And from what I hear,

some baby.

And that, fair listeners,

must satisfy...

Remember one thing, if anybody asks

you do you know me, go like this.

Well, well, well.

How's the little mother?

Any word yet?

Any word yet? Did you

hear DeWolfe's broadcast?

I'm not interested

in DeWolfe's broadcast.

You'll be interested

in this one.

He just told the whole world

you've got a baby here.

You don't know what

you're talking about.

Maybe I don't, but I know

what DeWolfe was talking about.

We just heard him,

didn't we?

What did he say?

He said you found a baby.

Why, that's impossible.

How could he know that?

You didn't tell him,

did you?

Listen, last night a fellow

asked me what time it was

and I wouldn't tell him.

I can't understand it.

How did he say it?

He just said that

you'd blown out an old flame

and that you already

found yourself a new baby.

I might have known it.

You get everything wrong.

What do you mean?

I guess Mary told him she heard

me talking to a girl up here.

That's DeWolfe's cute way

of saying it.

Well, you know

that he meant a girl

and now I know

that he meant a girl,

but DeWolfe said "baby."

So what?

So what is he?

The Lone Ranger?

Well, you might be right

at that.

I'd better see Mary

and make sure

she doesn't tell DeWolfe

anything else.

Duck out of here.

Yes?

You Denny Martin?

That's right.

I'm Detective

Lieutenant Finnegan

from the Bureau of

Missing Persons. Uh-huh.

Maybe you can

help me out a little.

Sure, come right in.

Thanks.

You drive for Sunbeam,

don't you?

Yes, I do.

This mean anything to you?

Sure, that picture's

on all the front pages.

She's the lady

who's missing.

Ever see her before?

I'll say, I did, I had her in

my cab a couple of nights ago.

Where did you

pick her up?

Cruising around

the Raleigh Hotel.

The Raleigh Hotel?

Uh-huh.

Well, that's very helpful.

Oh, did she have

the kid with her?

Yes, she did.

Where did you drop her?

Now, wait a minute.

I haven't got

my book with me, but...

Oh, I remember now.

I let her out

at the Graystone Hotel.

Do you remember

what time it was?

I wouldn't want

to swear to it,

but I think it was

between 9:
00 and 10:00.

Thanks, Martin.

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