Man in the Attic Page #5
bullds up agaln to another cllmax.
- When do you expect another?
- Two days ago.
Usually it's every five or six days.
It could come anytime. Perhaps he Is sated.
- Sated?
- If you're ready to go, Miss Bonner...
- I would be dellghted to take you home.
- Oh, not yet.
Then I hope you will
forgive me if I go on.
I have seen all I care to see
of Inspector Warwick's little museum.
Inspector Melville.
Inspector Warwick.
Your police methods will never trap
the one you call Jack the Ripper.
You may be rlght
about the periodiclty...
but I doubt If the beast
you describe can be sated.
He must do his work agaln.
Good afternoon.
Them fellas on horses
have a real cushy job of it, all right, huh?
Aye.
Five thousand of us.
We ought to lay our hands
Aye, soon.
And I hope it's me what does it.
To make up for-you know.
Oh, whoosh, man, whoosh.
It wasn't your fault that poor Katy got murdered.
How could you know
that she didn't live...
- where she said she did?
- Aye, that's all very well.
Oh, for the love of Mike, will you cheer up?
You're depressin'
the life out of me. Shh.
That's an Irish voice, I tell ya.
I'd stake me soul on it.
I suppose you wouldn't consider
a little drop of somethin' to, uh...
the cool of the night?
Come along, man.
- Thank you.
- Come agaln, Mary.
- Oh, good evening, sirs.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- It was like a breath of home to hear you, miss.
- Oh, you're an Irishman.
- Well, there's no denyin' that.
Well now, would you be averse
to walkin' a girl to her home?
- Oh, I'd like nothin' better, miss.
- Oh, you're very kind.
I've only just come to London
to seek me fortune on the stage.
And mayhap we'll get there if I don't have to
be walking home alone at night.
Well, you'll not be walkin' home
alone on my beat, Miss, uh-
Lenihan. Mary Lenihan.
Ah, it is the breath of home
to hear you, Miss Lenihan.
Uh, would it be askin' too much
to hear you sing again?
I heard very little of that song
in the pub back there.
Why, sure, I will.
Me thanks to you, gentlemen.
Good night, sir.
- Good night.
- It was our pleasure, Miss Lenihan.
And... good luck to you.
Thanks.
Aye, she has a sweet voice,
but we have our duty.
Come on, lad.
No. Please.
What's the matter?
What happened?
- How long ago?
- We just left her. Only a few moments.
- Did anyone come out of here?
- We saw no one, sir.
Then he might still
be in the building.
Put a cordon around this block.
- Yes, sir.
No one on the roof, sir.
He can't get out of this,
if he's human.
I'm afraid he isn't human, sir.
Not and do what he did
to that girl.
What are you doing?
I am burning my ulster.
Don't come too close.
Those-What are those stains?
They look like blood.
I was carrying a solution in a glass container-
I- Part of my experiment.
I fell and it broke.
My ulster became contaminated.
I- I must be quick, drastic...
or the contamination
could easily spread.
Contamination?
- You mean it may carry a disease?
- Yes.
- What happened to the dog?
- I'm afraid I hurt him.
I didn't want him to touch the ulster.
There. It's done.
You were right about the Ripper.
You were probably busy
and didn't hear.
- Hear what?
- There was another Ripper murder tonight.
You said he would do it.
How did you know?
I didn't know.
Your Inspector Warwick
made me angry.
I don't know why I said it.
What is it?
Everyone distrusts me.
I feel it. Even you.
I work very hard.
I do what I must do.
I- I am myself.
I don't distrust you.
Forgive me.
I'm- I'm very tired.
Is there anything I can do for you?
We must each live with ourselves.
Yes.
What's happened?
What's that smell?
Anything wrong?
- No, Uncle.
- I'm sorry. I had to use the stove.
Hmm.
All this writing about investigations
and not a single clue yet.
William, we must go to the police.
What for?
I don't believe Mr. Slade burned his ulster
because it was contaminated.
He wanted to get rid
Well, uh, Lily said
she believed him.
- I'm sorry.
- Hmm? What's the matter?
Well, here's his breakfast tray...
but I don't want to take it.
I don't know what to think of him.
I'll take the tray
and settle this business once and for all.
Wllllam. Wllllam.
Don't do anything silly.
Great heavens, man.
Don't you ever sleep?
This experiment is very difficult.
Any more danger
of that contamination?
I think not.
You are suspicious too.
Well, I am a pathologist, Mr. Harley,
and I am working on blood diseases.
You can check on my work
at the university hospital.
Hmm. Of Course. Of course.
Did you come to ask me to move away?
It has happened before.
Move away?
No, sir. Certainly not.
Why, you're perfectly
welcome here...
and I'll see to it
that you stay welcome.
And now then, you-
you'd better eat some breakfast, what?
- Thank you.
- Eat hearty.
Come in.
Oh, do come in, Mr. Slade.
I came to thank you
for your reminder.
- The theater.
- Oh, yes.
- I will come tonight.
- Splendid.
I'm so happy. I think
it will do you a lot of good...
to forget work for a while
I believe there's some tea.
- Now suppose you
take off your ulster and stay a minute.
- I'm not disturbing you?
No. Of course not. I was merely writing
a few thank you notes for flowers.
And most particularly to Inspector Warwlck?
I shall be able
to thank him in person.
You don't like
Inspector Warwick, do you?
He thinks you are
a most Interesting man.
He asked me all sorts
Wait here, Bates.
Yes, may I help you?
I wish to inquire if you have a Dr. Slade
in your hospital.
Dr. Slade?
No, we do not.
Thank you.
We have a Mr. Slade
who works in research.
He's a pathologist.
- Do you wish to see him?
- No, not immediately. Thank you.
Just as well.
He isn't here.
Have you seen him recently?
As recently as last night.
- Is he here very much?
He's a most respected member
of our staff.
- Good evening, Daisy.
- Oh, good evening, Inspector Warwick.
Am I too early?
Oh, I think Miss Lily
will be down in a minute.
Will you sit in there, sir?
- What's the trouble, Daisy?
- Oh.
I don't know.
I'm as jumpy as a cat.
What's the matter?
Well, it's the back and forth
and back and forth.
Back and forth?
Well, first Mrs. Harley
says he's the Ripper himself.
And then Mr. Harley
proves It's all nonsense.
What do you mean?
Well, first he burns his black bag...
and then Mr. Harley
pooh-poohs that...
and show us his own
hidden in the chest.
And then he burns his ulster,
which had all the blood on it.
- Daisy, wait a moment.
What are you talking about?
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