Lady on a Train Page #2

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He was quite handsome,

this fearless young man.

Handsome?

Quite.

He had, uh,

piercing blue eyes,

strong white teeth,

and a bulldog chin...

that typified strength

and determination.

No?

No.

Roger's chin,

though some people

might call it weak,

typified far more strength

and determination...

than the proverbial

bulldog variety.

Mr. Morgan, there's

a young lady outside,

the same one

that's been trying

to see you for three days.

Oh, later, Maxwell.

As Roger stepped back,

the sitting room door

behind him slowly opened.

A shot rang out!

Then the shattering

of glass.

Roger clutched his side.

Blood.

He fell to the floor.

[Yawning]

Dead?

No, wounded.

Roger raised himself

to one elbow.

He must get help.

Of course.! The phone.

Despite the pain,

Roger dragged himself

across the floor.

The phone.

He must get...

to the phone.

[Clears Throat]

My name is Nicki Collins.

How do you... do?

Where was I?

You'd just been shot

in the sitting room.

Oh, yes.

Later at the hospital,

Roger...

Mr. Morgan, you've got to

help me. It's about a murder.

Later at the hospital, Ro...

Murder?

Yes. It was on

a train at night.

Good. Very good.

It was snowing. I looked out

the window and saw a man killed.

L...

No. You looked in a window.

Out the window's been done.

This isn't a story.

It happened!

And instead of a man,

make it a woman.

A mangled, life...

It happened?

Yes.

Mr. Morgan, you know all

about murders. If you could...

Go to the police.

But the police...

The police!

Miss Fletcher.

Later at the hospital,

Roger had but one thought:

He must return

to the scene of the crime.

That's it!

What's it?

I've got to locate the scene

of the crime. I knew you

wouldn't disappoint me.

But we've got to work fast

before my father finds out.

Excuse me.

Joyce! I've been trying

to call you all morning.

Who was that?

Who was that?

I never saw her before

in my life. Type that up.

Tear it up?

Type it up!

Believe me, darling.

L-I never saw her before

in my life.

[Whistle Blowing]

Hey, look.

We're seein' things.

A dame!

[Horn Blowing]

[Bell Ringing]

Give you a lift, miss?

Thanks.

Just a minute.

There you are.

Thanks.

What're you lookin' for?

A room. I've been looking

all afternoon.

Got an extra one

at my house.

The room I'm looking for

has a dead man in it.

Come on.

Excuse me, miss.

Wayne! Wayne, darling,

do you want to see me

on the screen or don't you?

Sorry, dear. Thanks.

The doorman's wife

just had twins.

Newsreel theater.

Yes, sir.

[Horn Honking]

Mr. Morgan!

Taxi!

Follow that car.

[Newsreel Narrator] Who have

we here, lending her graceful

charm to our beauty parade?

LovelyJoyce Williams.

You see?

It's on already.

Miss Cafe Society oflast year

has the latest

fashion problems...

right in the palm

ofher hand.

No wonder Miss Williams

has that big smile on her face.

What girl wouldn't, wearing this

exclusive creation by Ducette?

The puppet master

pulls the strings...

and other members

of the younger set

pass in review.

Psst!

This nonchalant ensemble...

Excuse me.

Mr. Morgan!

Notice the petal-soft

Angora Jersey...

Excuse me. Excuse me.

In its lovely shade

of aquamarine.

I've got to talk to you.

What a feast for the eye.

This scintillating display...

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Ofbeauty a la mode.

How annoying!

I'm sorry.

[Packages Thudding]

Oh!

Darling, who is that?

[Nicki]

Mr. Morgan.!

Shh!

Who is that?

No one, dear.

Well, see what

she wants.

What do you want?

I couldn't find it.

What? Not now.

The scene

of the crime.

You promised to help me.

I didn't say

I'd help you.

I didn't say I'd help her.

[Loudly] Go away!

Young man, please.

I'll see you tomorrow.

What?

Shh!

I'll see you tomorrow.

What?

[Yelling] She'll

see you tomorrow!

Shh!

Shh!

[Embarrassed

Chuckle]

[Newsreel Narrator]

The nation this week mourns

the death ofJosiah Waring,

world-famous ship magnate,

here seen in his last

public appearance.

Josiah Waring,

whose rise from steeplejack

to head of a great

industrial empire...

was terminated when he fell

to his death from a stepladder

at his Long Island estate.

That's him!

Here we see him...

at the launching of a few

of the hundreds of vessels

built by the Waring shipyards.

Passenger liners, destroyers,

freighters, tankers.

Mr. Morgan, that's the man...

Oh, excuse me.

Now, stop this!

Look here!

Oh, please!

That's the man...

Sit down!

That's the man

I saw murdered.

Josiah Waring

died on Long Island.

They could've carried

the body there.

It was in all the papers.

He fell off a stepladder.

It could've been a crowbar.

We've got to investigate.

- Shh!

- I've had enough!

Sit down, will ya?

Shh!

Shh!

Mr. Morgan!

But, Joyce, I never saw her

before in my life.

Mr. Morgan, wait a minute!

[Narrator]

This was his home

on Long Island, the Willows,

the only newsreel shot

ever taken of this

magnificent estate.

Beyond this fence,

in utter seclusion...

[Owl Hooting]

[Sighing]

[Humming

'Pop Goes The Weasel']

[Humming]

[Dog Howling]

Pop

Goes the wea...

[Howling]

[Barking]

- Go away! Go home!

- [Growling]

Shoo!

Nice doggy.

There...

[Barking]

Nice doggy.

[Barking Continues]

[Vehicle Approaching]

Good evening,

Mr. Waring.

What's the matter

with them?

I don't know.

Duke! Spike!

[Exhales Deeply]

[Waring]

Duke, Spike.!

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Come right here... boy.

A fine way to receive...

guests.

They were just playing.

They like pretty girls.

[Whimpering]

Their father

must've been part wolf.

[Barking]

Say, how did you get...

There's no need to apologize.

Of course you're sorry.

[Dogs Snarling, Barking]

You should be. These dogs are

vicious. They're dangerous!

Why didn't somebody tell me

about them when I came through

that gate over... there? And...

I'll bet I know

who you are.

Oh, you do?

You're Margo Martin,

right?

You sing at

the Circus, right?

And you're here tonight

because you think...

[Barking]

...UncleJosiah's

fortune, right?

Are you worried,

Miss Martin?

Oh, uh, the dogs.

Danny! Call the dogs.

[Whistles]

You see?

Nothing to it.

You think I'd be used to

animals... from the circus.

They have animals there?

Oh, yes.

At a nightclub?

Oh, it's a...

Oh, well, yes, yes.

The, uh...

The head waiter has a...

has a... Pekingese.

Put them back in their kennel.

And the next time

you let them out...

I didn't let them out,

Mr. Waring. Stop it!

First I knew they were out,

I heard 'em barkin'

in the garden.

[Waring]

Don't let it

happen again.

Not very cozy,

is it?

It could stand

a woman's touch.

By the way,

I'm Arnold.

Arnold?

Arnold Waring,

the old boy's nephew.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

I should've known.

Why? We've never met.

Oh, we... Um, well,

that's what I meant.

Of course we've never met.

I should've known.

You're, you're Arnold.

[Arnold]

Aren't you going

to take your coat off?

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