Man in the Attic Page #3

which you call thinking.

And the window.

Oh, I'm sorry, dear.

I forgot.

Women can sense things, William.

Now you know that's true.

Remember when I said something

had happened to my sister Sophie...

and we found out that she'd fallen

and broken her hip?

And remember-

What are you looklng at?

It's Mr. Slade.

- He's just coming In.

- Why not? He lives here.

He creeps.

You can hardly hear him move.

Naturally he creeps.

It's 3:
00 in the morning.

Do you think he should come in dancing

and singing and waking up the whole house?

He stopped at Lily's door.

He did?

- The window.

- Oh.

- More tea, dear?

- Hmm.

Paper says that the murderer

used his knife in ways quite unprintable.

Ridiculous.

How can a knife be used unprintably?

- Tea, dear?

- Hmm.

Queen Victoria's issued

a statement.

"She has told Commissioner Warren

that no married man...

"could possibly be to blame

for these murders...

"and therefore every

bachelor in London...

should be rounded up immediately."

- Tea?

- What a wise queen.

Now all Scotland Yard

has to do is round up a million men...

and ask them if they

are Jack the Ripper.

Well, she's right.

No married man would do such a thing.

Oh, she's so gay, even in the morning.

Good morning.

Isn't it a beautiful world?

- All the reviews are raves.

- Why, of course.

Don't say it.

- Don't say what, dear?

- "I wonder who that can be."

Oh. I'll go, Daisy.

Hello. I'm Paul Warwick

of Scotland Yard again.

Oh. Oh, yes.

Do come in.

- Good morning, Mr. Warwick.

- Hello, Miss Bonner.

I'm sorry to bother you

so early in the morning...

but it was important

that I talk to you again.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Do come in and have a cup of tea.

- Thank you.

- I'll get It, dear.

- Did you know I found out last night after you left...

that Annie Rowley

sent me some flowers?

Oh, yes. As a matter of fact,

that was my excuse-

I mean reason-

for calling.

The stage doorman told me.

I'd like to find out

what florist the flowers came from.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't keep the box.

Well, it was a possible lead.

Though it did no help to Scotland Yard...

- it did give me the opportunity-

- Good morning.

I beg your pardon.

I didn't mean to Interrupt.

Mr. Slade, this Is Mr. Warwlck.

How do you do?

Mr. Warwick's

from Scotland Yard.

He's engaged on the Ripper case.

Now tell me, Inspector.

Is it really true that this time

the Ripper was seen?

Yes. I was about to ask that too.

- He may have been.

- I don't think you'll ever catch him.

- Why not?

- Well, five murders-

This time Whitechapel

was swarming with police...

and yet you didn't even

come near to finding him.

You don't know any more now than

you did in the beginning.

- Yes, we do.

- Oh? What?

He's of average height, he's very quick

and strong and he's left-handed.

Perhaps he carries a black bag,

which would contain his knives.

- What I want to know is, why does he do it?

- There are many theories.

The favorite one Is that he's a manlac

who kllls at random.

- Do you belleve that?

- No.

Hmm. Well, he may not klll

at random, but he's not sane.

You're a medical man, Mr. Slade.

Would you say he was sane?

I tend to agree with Miss Lily.

The police will not find him.

- Why not?

- The police are searching for a criminal.

In reality, there are no criminals.

There are only people doing what they

must do because the are who they are.

So perhaps the police are searching

for someone who doesn't exist.

Well, If my theorles are correct...

I shall make Jack the Ripper's own hands

tie the noose that will hang him.

I still don't see how you worked it out

that he was left-handed.

- Uh, do you, Mr. Slade?

- I've intruded too long.

I really only came down

for the morning paper.

Thank you.

Have you all finished with it?

Oh, yes. Sorry.

Should have sent one up to you.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Odd how that dog acts.

Seems to have fallen

In love wlth him.

Mr. Slade?

Mr. Slade.

Is something burning?

Don't come up here.

I'm sorry there's

an odor, Mrs. Harley.

There was something

I had to burn. My work.

I'll open a wlndow.

Just leave the tray

in my sitting room, please.

Oh-

Oh, I was thinking

I would have to clean the room today.

Whenever you wish, Mrs. Harley.

You'd be a darling if you could have

that dress mended by tonight.

I'll try, Miss Lily.

You were so good

in the show, you know.

I don't think it half matters

what you wear on the stage.

It does, Daisy, and so

does what I don't wear.

- I shall be at the hairdresser's most of the time.

- Yes, Miss Lily.

Good afternoon.

You're going out early.

Yes. I have

just completed an experiment.

I- I must test it.

And when you've

tested it and proved it...

what will you know, Mr. Slade?

A little more about life and death.

I wonder what else you need

to know about life...

except that it's

wonderfully worth living.

And of death,

what is there to find out...

except it is the end of life?

That is a philosophy for a young and beautiful

woman who is the toast of London.

Thank you.

Which way are you going?

Your way, Miss Bonner.

Isn't that what your

enraptured young men would say?

I think they might.

What do you say, Mr. Slade?

- I am going to work.

- Oh? Where's that?

Everyone is so curious about me.

Very well.

I am going

to the university hospital...

where there are

laboratory facilities that I use.

I may not come home

until late...

and then your charming aunt

will become suspicious.

And soon, because I am not like everyone else,

she will ask me to leave.

I've had it all before.

Poor Mr. Slade.

Walk with me to the cab

across the square.

She won't ask you

to leave, Mr. Slade.

If she did, we'd all object.

- Would you?

- Of course.

I'm afraid you've been alone too much.

That makes one

quite broody, you know?

- I am broody?

- A little. And when you're like that, you miss things.

There's so much delight

in the world.

The whole sky,

with the sure sun in it.

The sound of laughter, and of music.

The sweet enjoyment

of a man's kiss.

Do I shock you, Mr. Slade?

You are an astonishing woman,

Miss Bonner.

Oh, dear.

I don't know what to do.

Ooh. Where is William?

Why doesn't he come home?

But what is it, Mrs. Harley?

What is it?

Never mind, Daisy.

I can't tell you now.

I must see Mr. Harley first.

Oh! Lily is walking with him.

- Lily's walking with that man.

- What man?

Why, It's only Mr. Slade

she's wlth.

Daisy, Mr. Slade is the Ripper.

Oh, William,

thank heavens you're home.

- You must stop them.

- What are you getting at?

Don't let her go off

with that man.

Helen, you've been nipping

at the sherry again.

Oh, please!

William, Mr. Slade is the Ripper.

Mr. Slade is the Ripper.

- Look at that.

- What is it?

The other morning when I took him his breakfast,

I smelled something burning.

He said it was his experiment.

It was his black bag.

He burned his bag, William,

right after he found out...

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