Lady on a Train Page #6

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There's something very strange

about that young woman.

Did you have to

dance with her?

Yes, and I

liked it.

Jealous,

Aunt Charlotte?

[Saunders]

Miss Collins.!

Give me

those slippers!

[Danny] When you

come to, you can help

yourself to the brandy.

Mr. Morgan?

Mr. Morgan?

[Groaning]

Mr. Morgan,

are you all right?

Ooh. Why does

my head hurt?

That's where he hit you.

But I

knocked him out.

Then he knocked you out.

Oh, you shouldn't

have come back here.

I had to.

I couldn't leave you...

[Door Opening]

Danny? Danny,

have you got him?

[Mimicking Danny]

Right here, boss.

Don't worry about

the slippers. I hid them.

Shh.

Hey.

Get out of here.

I'll meet you out front.

Take it easy,

goldilocks.

Just make yourself at home.

I'll be back in a minute.

[Man]

Margo.! Margo.!

Where's Margo? She's on.!

[Cat Meowing]

It's no use.

[Buzzer Buzzing]

[Man]

'Night and Day'next.

'Night and Day. '

Like the beat, beat, beat

of the tom-tom

When the jungle shadows

fall

Like the tick, tick, tock

of the stately clock

As it stands

against the wall

Like the drip, drip, drip

of the raindrops

When the summer shower

is through

So a voice within me

keeps repeating

You, you

You

Night and day

You are the one

Only you

Beneath the moon

and under the sun

Whether near to me

or far

It's no matter, darling

where you are

I think of you

Night and day

Day and night

Why is it so

That this longing

for you

Follows wherever I go

In the roaring

traffic's boom

In the silence

Of my Ionely room

I think of you

Night and day

Night and day

Under the hide of me

There's an, oh, such

a hungry yearning

Burning inside of me

And its torment

won't be through

'Til you let me

spend my life

Making love to you

Day and night

Night and day

Night

And

Day

[Laughing]

Balloon?

Yeah.

[Pop]

[Gunshots]

[Woman Screaming]

[People Murmuring]

[Woman]

He's dead.!

Who is it?

Saunders!

The manager.

You can't go back

to your hotel.

It won't be safe.

We're going to your place.

I have to get the slippers.

Cover the place, boys.

Oh, uh, my slippers.

I forgot them.

[Chuckles]

Hey, lady.

[Snoring]

My, my.

[Snoring]

[Sighs]

Good morning,

Miss Fletcher.

Hello, Maxwell.

[Snoring]

Well.

[Chuckles]

I just came up,

and there he was.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Oh. Hello.

Good morning,

Miss Collins.

It's all right,

Maxwell.

Everything's fine.

"Everything's fine."

W-We're working on

a murder together.

Oh?

Yeah, I stayed here

all night.

Oh.

Yes, it, uh... it was

safer than going home.

[Snoring]

I don't doubt it.

[Snoring]

Does he always

snore like that?

I am his secretary.

[Doorbell

Buzzing]

It's his fiancee.

No, not that way.

Upstairs.

Mr. Morgan.

Oh, Mr. Morgan.

Please wake up.

[Doorbell

Buzzing]

Oh, but you've

got to wake up!

Oh.

[Maxwell]

Mr. Morgan ain't homejust now.

I'm sorry. I can't let you in.

I ain't supposed

to let anyone in without

Mr. Morgan's permission.

Young man, I don't care

to argue with you.

I am Haskell

of the New York office.

I demand admission!

Mr. Morgan?

Mr. Morgan?

[Snoring]

[Haskell]

Oh, there you are.

Why, you... You...

Where is she?

[Snoring]

Where is she?

[Snoring]

Snoring won't get you

anyplace.

Come, come, come!

Where is she?

Where's who?

Where's Miss Collins?

Oh, Miss Collins.

Oh, she's...

What makes you think

she's here?

She's not at her hotel.

She's not at

her Aunt Martha's,

and you are...

Ah-hah.

What?

I said, "Ah-hah."

Mr. Morgan, why did you

spend the night

on this couch, unless...

Wait a minute. I can

explain everything.

That's a bedroom,

isn't it?

Yes, but...

You expect me

to believe that

she's not in there?

Yes.

[Stammering]

No. I mean...

Look. I might as well

tell you everything.

I was...

Good morning, darling.

My secretary,

Miss Fletcher.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Your secretary?

Uh, we worked late.

Oh. Mm-hmm. Yes. Well,

I'll be running along.

Oh! Your secretary.

Oh, of course.

I understand, yes.

That's how I met

Mrs. Haskell.

[Chuckling]

I was her secretary.

[Chuckling]

Well, good-bye.

Mr. Morgan

ain't in.

Step aside.

I ain't supposed

to let anybody in without

Mr. Morgan's permission.

Hey, you. Do you

recognize this?

It was found

in the Circus Club

last night.

Yes, that's

my coat.

That's the man!

Why, you're...

For what?

You're under arrest.

Suspicion of murder.

[Nicki]

Wait.!

- That's ridiculous.

- Good morning, Miss Collins.

Mr. Morgan

did not kill Mr. Saunders,

and I can prove it.

I'll show you

the slippers.

You just

dropped one.

Oh, not those. Josiah Waring's

bloodstained slippers

that'll prove...

Where are they?

Looking for a pair

of dirty old slippers, sir?

Yes, Maxwell.

[Chuckles]

Notice anything different?

Sure took a lot

of elbow grease.

[Chuckles]

Good.

Very good.

[Wayne]

What's very good?

That we're in jail.

That's good?

Of course. At last,

the police are interested.

[Groaning]

I'll say they're interested.

"The state of New York

versus Wayne Morgan."

Do you realize that I'm

under arrest for murder?

Mm-hmm.

Part of my plan.

Part of your...

Aren't you gonna ask,

"What plan?"

I'm afraid to.

It's very simple.

All you have to do

is tell the police

that you murdered Saunders.

They'll let me go.

That'll put

the real murderer off guard,

and I'll be able to trap him

before they convict you.

Well?

No, I couldn't let you

take that chance.

Oh, but, Mr. Morgan,

it would solve

the whole case.

Trade you. It's like

one of your books.

You know,

the last chapter.

I like that.

You do?

The last chapter.

The end. The finish.

Roger...

Roger smiled grimly,

for he knew he must die.

Die bravely.

Die for a murder

which he never committed.

That's wonderful.

[Chuckles]

Then, suddenly,

he thought of her.

Of her?

Of...

- What's your name?

- Nicki.

And suddenly

he thought of Nicki.

Of the beautiful girl

who had, all unconsciously,

lured him to his death.

And then he knew.

He knew that,

in spite of everything,

Yes?

In spite of all

she had done...

Yes?

[Keys Rattling]

[Haskell]

There you are, Miss Collins.

Oh, I can't believe it.

I simply can't believe it.

To think that a daughter

of H.G. Would wind up

in the big house!

Oh, this isn't

the big house,

Mr. Haskell.

It's more like their,

uh, New York office.

Really,

Miss Collins.

Well?

Must be

one of these.

Oh, here it is.

No, that isn't it.

Ah.

See?

Murderer.

Goodness knows

what your Aunt Martha

is going to think of me.

Now you won't

have to confess.

Thanks.

Oh, please don't worry.

I'll get...

[Haskell]

Miss Collins.!

H.G.'s daughter,

chatting with a killer!

Now, I'm going to post

your bail, so you

follow me very closely.

Here she comes now.

[Haskell] Now, Miss Collins,

if you'll just stay by me,

everything will be all right.

There, you see?

They're all gone.

You remain here for a moment.

I'll get you out so fast,

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