Libeled Lady Page #10

I'm going to wash up the Allenbury case

and Mr. Chandler with it.

Gladys may be eating out of his hand now,

but before I get through, she'll be biting it.

Here, son. Tell Douglas to print up

one copy of the evening edition.

Put that item at the head

of the society column.

- One copy?

- That's what I said.

Our circulation is certainly falling off.

I'll be right back.

Gladdie!

What are you doing here?

Can't a girl have any privacy?

I had to see you. I got great news.

It better be good,

bursting in on me like this.

It's about Bill. Say, I certainly had

that guy all wrong. He's a wonder.

Congratulations. When did you come

out of the ether?

I was a sap to ever doubt him.

He just called me a minute ago.

Told me he's getting Connie

to drop the suit tonight.

Then off he goes on

an around-the-world cruise...

ending up at the altar...

spliced to an eight-figure fortune.

What a man.

What are you talking about?

You know he's got those Allenburys

right in the palm of his hand.

"It seems the charity bazaar

at the Allenbury house tonight...

"is something in the way of

a farewell party.

"J. B. Allenbury and his attractive

daughter, Connie, are sailing...

"for a four-months, around-the-world

cruise on the S.S. San Ramone.

"Accompanying them on this cruise

will be Connie's current favorite...

"William Chandler.

"Do we hear wedding bells?"

- How do you like that?

- Let me see that paper.

I have to run. Just thought

you'd like to hear the good news.

Somebody get me out of here!

Get me out of here!

Have a photographer

at Allenbury's home at 9:00.

- There's gonna be fireworks there tonight.

- Right.

Step this way for the great game of skill.

Darto. Throw a dart

and win a beautiful prize.

$1 a dart, and cheap at half the price.

Woo lady luck at the wheel of chance.

Pick the winning number

and win a priceless prize for the lady.

Come one, come all.

Look, ring the neck of a bottle

and win a baby doll.

No trick, no deception.

Pure, unadulterated skill.

Yes, sir. How many?

Where's Connie? I must see Connie.

I'm so anxious to tell her

about Mr. Chandler's wife.

- Mr. Chandler's wife?

- Yes.

You know Chandler, the fish man

on the boat? We met his wife.

A most amazing creature.

But nonsense. He's not married.

We never dreamed he was married.

He didn't look married

and he certainly didn't act married.

The married ones never do.

I'm sure there's a mistake.

No, there isn't. We saw him this afternoon

coming out of the hotel.

We called him, both of us,

but he was getting into a taxi.

Let's have a drink.

I had to run half a block,

trying to make him see me.

But he'd gone. So we went into the hotel

to leave a message.

The clerk asked

if we wished to speak to his wife.

I said, "Naturally. " He said that

she was in the beauty shop.

We saw her. My dear, she's a case.

A psychopathic case.

She was in a booth, and she kept

screaming, "Let me out of here!"

Before we could speak to her,

she rushed past us.

Look, there's Connie

and Mr. Chandler now.

All ready. Hold still, please.

Why, grandma, what big muscles

you've got.

The better to sock you with, grandpa.

Hold still.

You wait here. I'll get them.

We'll make a party of it.

Waitress. Mary,

champagne cocktails for five, please.

I'll be right back.

Queen of the air.

Now, now. One at a time, please.

Connie, I must see you.

What is it, dear?

I can't talk to you here.

- But Bill...

- He'll keep.

Thank you.

Connie?

I've been robbed.

Driver, can't you go any faster?

I can, lady, but the cab can't.

Now, what is it?

I haven't seen you this worried

since I stole your favorite fishing rod.

Connie, how much does

Chandler mean to you?

- Not jealous, are you?

- Are you in love with him?

Terribly.

More than I ever dreamed

I could care for anyone.

You're sure?

I'm sure. Why? You like him, don't you?

Of course.

Then what are you

being so mysterious about?

What is it, Dad?

The Burns-Norvells say he's married.

I don't believe it.

You know the Burns-Norvells.

I'm afraid it's true, Connie.

They've even met the woman.

No. I don't believe it. I won't.

Now, Connie, please.

And yet it explains so much.

Why we've always had to meet alone...

It's hideous suspecting him...

- and yet...

- We've got to know.

- Roberts?

- Yes, sir.

- Ask Mr. Chandler to come here, please.

- Very good, sir.

- But let me ask him, Dad.

- No, Connie.

Please. It's my problem.

Let me handle it my own way.

You're sure you don't want me to...

You'll ask him point-blank

so that he can't misunderstand?

Yes. I'll ask him

so he can't misunderstand.

Go on, darling. I'm all right.

And so the flying princess,

tired of this Earth...

flew back to her home, the moon.

- There isn't any princess.

- No?

There isn't any moon.

Just Connie. That's all right with me.

Say, I'm glad you ducked out.

It's much nicer here.

Bill, there's something I've got to ask you.

Animal, vegetable, or mineral?

It's just...

I don't know where to begin.

What is it, darling?

We've had such fun together,

such happy times.

But, Connie, darling, what's the matter?

What's happened?

There's a question.

Well?

It's the most important question

I'll ever ask.

Just answer yes or no, but don't explain.

If it's no, don't explain.

Well, go ahead.

Wait till I catch my breath.

Bill, have you been proposed to much?

Have I been what?

You know, proposed to?

Your hand in marriage.

Well, not enough to turn my head.

- Why?

- I'm asking you to marry me.

What?

- Is that the question?

- Yes.

Will you marry me?

Well, Connie...

Will you?

What do you think?

- When?

- When?

Now?

Now? You mean soon?

I mean now, tonight.

Tonight?

- Will you, Bill?

- Will I?

Is there a preacher in the house?

- Not here. We'll take the car. We'll drive...

- To the moon.

- Awfully glad you've enjoyed it.

- Thanks to you.

- Pardon me, Mr. Allenbury.

- What is it, Roberts?

There's a person here who claims to be

Mrs. William Chandler.

She wants to see

Mr. Chandler immediately.

Where is she?

I took the liberty of asking her

to wait on the terrace, sir.

Thank you, Roberts. I'll see her.

Good evening. I'm Mr. Allenbury.

Yes? I'm Mrs. William Chandler,

and I can prove it, too.

- You'll have every opportunity to do so.

- I'll say I will.

I want my husband. Where is he?

Your husband will be returned

to you intact, Mrs. Chandler.

Just as soon as I can find him.

- I'll go with you.

- No.

I think it would be wiser

if you stayed here.

- So, you're afraid I'll make a scene.

- On the contrary, I'm looking forward to it.

I'll bring your husband to you directly.

- Follow that roadster.

- I got it.

Perfect. Don't lose them,

and try to get pictures.

- Right. I won't lose them.

- I'll be getting the special edition ready.

William Stevens Chandler.

Ever been married before?

Not to speak of.

My wife will be the witness.

She'll be down in a minute.

Here she is now.

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