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together. We're going...

...to straighten this out

from a different,...

...angle but you must tell me

the truth:
is Arlene implicated?

The truth, she got you into this mess.

I knew it.

I knew it, if it weren't

for your engagement

There isn't any engagement,

Arlene has broken it.

What? Thrown you over?

After wrecking your life?

I'd shoot her. Thorne!

- Sir?

- Is Miss Arlene in her room?

No, Sir, she isn't in the house, Sir.

Hold on to yourself, son. Go home now.

I'll take care of Maynard and Porter

alone. Keep away from the office...

...until this blows over. And don't

worry, I'm protecting you, son...

Good night.

Hello, Spence, is Arlene?

Well, what's the matter?

- There you are

- How much are you making out of this?

You had your cut, don't ask questions.

Listen, Arlene, I'm not one of

those society punks that'll take...

...anything you wanna give

them, including the air.

You can take what you get and like it!

Come this way.

Well, I hope you care to enjoy

this. This is my last job.

- What do you mean?

- Just that.

You ought to know you can't get

out of a racket as easy as that.

Lots of important guys

are dependent on you.

I've got personal reasons and

- Who's there?

- Bill.

Arlene, he's waiting

in the private room.

Thanks so much.

Darling,...

...how wonderful to see

you! Had a good trip?

- Perfect.

- I was so surprised to get your wire.

I came on business. I

can only stay a few days.

- Well, what's the matter with you?

- Nothing.

- Are you trying to high hat me?

- No, but things have been...

- ... different the last few months.

- Different? Not with me.

What about your engagement?

You know that was purely

for business reasons.

- Now give me my letters.

- No, not in a million years!

Now, don't be obstinate. Those

letters don't mean anything.

Nothing to you perhaps,

but everything to me!

You seem to forget that it was I that

got you a job at Bradford and Company.

You were marvellous

to me, I realize that.

I just don't love you any more.

- You mean that?

- Of course!

- You're not joking?

- Now, let's be reasonable.

You used me when you needed me

and now you're through with me.

Perhaps the same plan that you

followed with the young Carlton.

- How did you know that?

- I've been to the house tonight...

...and there is a very devil to pay.

You take my advice. Stick to

young Carlton who loves you.

Go away and start life

again a long way from here.

- I'm going to the Islands with you.

- That's impossible.

Perhaps you'll change

your mind by tomorrow.

Give me those letters. Let's

call this incident closed.

Arlene.

Arlene, you can't go like that. Arlene.

Arlene.

Yes, it certainly is. It's a

ghastly business all around.

The personal problem with Arlene and

Spencer worries me more than anything else.

Oh, don't let that worry you.

It's decidedly for the best.

- You can't mean that.

- Yes, I do mean that. I'm glad...

...the engagement is broken.

- Thorne, you give me my hat and coat.

- Yes, Sir.

I'm going out for a breath of fresh air.

- I'll be back in a few minutes.

- Yes, Sir.

- Good night, Everett.

- Good night, Oren.

Oh, that's Arlene.

Be still, Ragsy!

Be a good boy. I'll be right back.

Arlene.

Now keep quiet, Ragsy.

Arlene!

Why don't you answer me?

- Thorne.

- Yes, Miss.

Thorne, who was using the elevator?

I was just going to see, Miss. I

thought it might be Miss Arlene.

- I thought so too.

- I'll see if her car is in the garage.

I'm going with you.

It couldn't have been

Mr. Bradford, Miss.

Isn't father in the

library with Mr. Porter?

No, Miss. He left with Mr. Porter

a moment ago. Said he was going...

- ... out for a breath of fresh air.

- Oh, no, it couldn't have been he...

...I can always tell when it's father.

It must have been Arlene. But I can't...

...remember her ever going in like

this and going right out again.

Just seems rather strange, Miss.

Her car is here.

- Then she must have come back.

- But where is she?

The doors are open.

There's nobody here.

- There's a taxi.

- Oh, no, it couldn't be.

Arlene. Arlene.

Arlene.

Are you sure Miss Arlene used

her car this evening, Miss?

I'm positive. It wasn't

here when I came home.

Strange she didn't say something to me.

Who is Oh, father

What on earth are you

doing here at this hour?

Something very funny has happened.

Arlene came home in her own car...

...and then went away in a taxi

without saying a word to anyone.

- And I hope she never comes back.

- Oh, father.

I won't talk about it know, but

Arlene has reached the end of her rope.

But you'd help her if she

needed it, wouldn't you?

I tell you all about it tomorrow.

Good night, go to bed.

Good morning, Ragsy.

How are you this morning?

Dear Val. I'm through.

You have been kind to me.

But I can't stand your

father's way of living. Keep...

...the envelope I gave you.

I may send for it but...

...I'm not coming back. Ever.

Good bye. Arlene.

Father, Arlene has left, left for good.

- I almost wish that were true.

- Oh, you don't mean that. Be fair.

Oh, don't worry about Arlene. She's

like a cat:
bound to land on her feet.

I'm afraid something

terrible has happened to her.

- No doubt, no doubt.

- Oh, but father this is serious.

Oh, you're wasting your

sympathies, my dear.

We can't leave her like this.

- Thorne!

- Yes, Miss.

Get me the journal on the

phone right away. Hurry, please!

Right away, Miss.

Louise, quick! Get my

things. I'm going out.

Oui, mademoiselle, tout de suite.

Hello. The journal?

Tony Sterling, please.

What? He's not there? Oh,

no. No, I'll get him later.

Hurry, Louise, hurry!

One moment. Mr. Carlton's

apartment does not answer.

Perhaps he's on his way

down here, Mrs. Bradford.

All right. Will you get me Tony Sterling

at the journal on the phone for me?

Tony Sterling at the

journal. Quickly, please.

Just tell Mr. Carlton when he comes

in that I may be back to see him later.

And do me a favour, have this

put that on the vault for me.

Yes, indeed.

One moment. Mr. Sterling is

not at his office just now.

- Would you like to leave a message?

- No. No, thank you.

That's all.

You've no idea, Miss

Bradford how many of these...

...scares turn out to be

simple misunderstandings.

Oh, I know it sounds silly,

but I know something's happened.

- Arlene has never acted this way before.

- We'll do everything to locate...

- ... your sister.

- I'm very grateful to you.

Everything will be all right. In fact, I

wouldn't be surprised if she was at home...

...when you got there. You leave

everything to me, Miss Bradford.

Thanks, Chef O'Malley.

I feel much better now.

I've been driving around for hours

trying to make up my mind to come through.

- Oh, and one more important thing.

- What is it now?

Don't say anything to the

Newspapers. My father hates publicity.

- Oh, not a word.

- Thank you.

Hold on your cigars,

boys. Here's O'Hagen.

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