Lady on a Train Page #3

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No, you better not.

This place is like a tomb.

[Man's Voice, Indistinct]

...Or government bonds...

Hey, you.

[Man Continues,

Indistinct]

Oh, there you are.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Margo Martin.

[Group Muttering]

Shh!

H-H-How do you do?

They won't bite ya.

I don't think there's

a good set of teeth in the room.

You'll be all right.

Sit down, Miss Martin.

Scandalous.

Where have you been?

Oh, I just...

Miss Martin.

Now that we're all here,

I will continue.

"And to the heir

or heirs thereof,

I do hereby give... '

My compliments

to the old gentleman.

Pardon?

You're not quite

what I expected.

I'm not?

My uncle had very bad taste.

You're good taste.

Thank you.

[Clearing Throat]

My Aunt Charlotte.

She'll say, "Jonathan."

Jonathan!

Go on, Mr. Wiggam.

"To my dearly beloved nephew,

"Arnold Waring,

whose loyalty and devotion

I heartily reciprocated,

'I bequeath the large

and munificent sum of...

One dollar.

"One dollar.

"And to my other dearly

beloved nephew,

Jonathan Waring,

'who expected nothing

from me in life,

I bequeath the legal equivalent

of nothing:
One dollar."

Aren't you

disappointed?

On the contrary.

He once threatened to cut me

out of his will entirely.

[Aunt Charlotte

Clears Throat]

"The rest, residue

and remainder of my estate,

"including... 3,000 shares

of common stock...

or full controlling interest

in Waring Industries,

Incorporated..."

[Wiggam Continues,

Indistinct]

Danny!

Does, uh,

the boss know?

Is he blind?

[Wiggam]

'... And also including the

real property on 52nd street,

'New York City,

"on which stands

a building generally known

as the Circus Club,

"where I spent

many a happy evening,

I leave to my dearly beloved

fiancee, Miss Margo Martin."

Why, Aunt Charlotte!

Slapping our only rich relative.

UncleJosiah's

dearly beloved fiancee.

Young woman, how long

has this been going on?

Oh, uh, l...

Answer me.

How long?

Please, she's on

the verge of tears.

Poor Aunt Charlotte.

[Sobbing]

You've got to understand.

I'm sorry.

I'll be all right

in a minute.

Jonathan,

come back here.

I'm disappointed in you,

Auntie. Really, you should

learn to control yourself.

[Aunt Charlotte]

Mr. Wiggam, let us continue.

[Wiggam]

'I, Josiah Waring,

in the city of New York,

state of New York... '

[Continues, Indistinct]

[Thudding]

[Scraping Noise]

Mr. Saunders.

'It is also my wish

that the estate

consisting of 67 acres,

known as the Willows,

become the property of said

above mentioned Margo Martin. '

Blood.

That dame!

I think she's in

the old man's room.

If anybody asks you about her,

she's left.

[Door Creaking]

[Wiggam]

Mr. Saunders.! Mr. Saunders.!

Where are they?

L-Isn't somebody calling you,

Mr. Saunders?

Where are they?

I mean, that is your name,

isn't it? Because if it is...

Saunders, I mean...

and somebody's calling you,

I think maybe you'd better...

[Shouting]

He's up here!

Mr. Saunders is up here!

[Wiggam]

Mr. Saunders.!

Where the devil are you?

All right.

Jonathan, wrap your throat up.

You know how easily

you catch cold.

Yes, Aunt Charlotte.

I'll meet you with the car.

Haven't you

forgotten something?

Aren't you gonna kiss me,

Aunt Charlotte?

[Snickering]

Nobody loves me.

Mr. Wiggam,

will you please

inform that woman...

that this house does not become

her property until tomorrow.

Oh, come now, Aunt Charlotte.

Lots of people open their

presents on Christmas eve.

Would you like

a lift back to town?

Yes. Yes, thank you.

[Wiggam]

Mr. Saunders,

could I see you a moment?

I'd like to talk to you

about the Waring securities.

Yes, they're in the safe,

I believe. I'll send them

to your office.

I'll turn the car around.

Now, don't run away again.

Uh, you forgot

your gloves.

Oh, yes.

Would you like a lift

back to town?

Your brother's

already asked me.

You'd be much safer with me.

I'm sure you're

both gentlemen.

My brother's irresponsible.

I'll bet I have my dollar

long after his has slipped

through his fingers.

You know, wine,

women, song.

Bad investments.

May I see you again sometime

Miss Martin? May I?

Really, l...

Jonathan!

Excuse me. Good-bye.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Lookin' for somethin'?

No. No, l...

I mean...

[Saunders]

Danny.!

[Horn Honking]

[Arnold]

All set?

Good-bye.

It was awfully nice

to have met you.

Uh, both of you.

Get in on this side,

Miss Martin.

It, uh, seems to have...

stopped snowing.

She's got them!

What if he finds out?

Think you could get

those slippers, Danny?

What do you think?

Take my car.

Thank you very much,

Mr. Waring. Good-bye.

We are going to see

each other again, you know.

Are we?

Oh, yes.

Good-bye, Miss Martin.

Good-bye. I mean, um...

When you said we were going to

see each other again, did that

mean we were going to because...

Well, I mean, when?

Maybe I can come

to the Circus Club

and hear you sing some night.

Oh, that's what I mean.

You come to the Circus Club

and... Oh.

Oh, well, um,

good-bye.

I'll be seein' ya.

Whew!

But really, Inspector,

there must be something

you can do.

There must be. I?

Well, no, nothing.

I've been too busy.

Tomorrow's Christmas, you know.

Miss Collins has been missing

since this morning.

I have no idea.

No, she comes up

to about here on me.

To about here.

To my chin.

My chin.

Oh, well, of course.

[Chuckling] How could you?

She's about five-feet-five,

blonde hair, gray eyes...

Blue eyes.

Are they?

Oh, blue. Blue eyes.

A hundred and 15 pounds.

A hundred and ten.

A hundred and te...

My word, it's you!

Inspector, it's her.

It's she. Never mind.

Well, really...

Merry Christmas, Mr. Haskell.

Merry Christmas...

Miss Collins, I've been frantic.

Your father's been

calling all evening.

Oh, my.

First he telephoned the hotel,

then your Aunt Martha.

Then I call... Oh-ho!

Men's bedroom slippers.

Where did you

get those?

These?

Those.

I... found them.

You found them?

On the street.

On the street?

You picked them up?

Miss Collins?

Yes! It's good luck

to find shoes...

on the street.

Um, you know, um, ah...

Find shoes before dawn,

have luck on...

the morn.

You never heard of that?

Never. I've heard,

find a penny in the well,

and all your troubles,

uh, disappear.

No, it's a rhyme.

It's the same thing,

only with shoes.

It is?

Oh, it's a superstition.

Yes. That's right.

Now, this is the present

for your Aunt Martha.

I'll wrap that.

And, uh, this little gift

is for you from Santa Claus.

Of the New York office?

[Guffawing]

[Phone Ringing]

Hello? Yes?

Oh, no, operator.

No, no, no.

No one here asked for

the address of the Circus Club.

Must've been someone else.

And operator, how about

that San Francisco call?

Miss Collins is here now.

Oh, I see.

Well, keep trying,

won't you?

Miss Collins, all the

San Francisco lines are busy,

but the operator will call.

Thank you.

See you in the morning,

Mr. Haskell.

Thank you. Pleasant dreams.

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