Roxy Hunter and the Mystery of the Moody Ghost Page #4

'through December 21, 1944.

Corpus inrepertus'.

Theodore Caruthers.

T.C.!

So, listen, I got to ask you

a huge favour.

Do we know each other

well enough for huge favours?

Oh, of course, of course.

Have you ever heard of the film

An Affair to Remember?

Cary Grant.

That's the one!

My favourite all-time film,

and it happens to be playing

at the Review Theatre tomorrow night,

and I'm desperate to see it.

But I can't go alone

because of my condition.

Your condition?

Yeah. If I go alone, I'll cry.

And I don't mean

just a few sniffles.

We're talking waterworks.

It's very embarrassing.

But if you come along,

then I'll be forced to attempt

to appear more macho, see?

Please, no one will ever

take me seriously as a banker

when they find out

what a wuss I am. Please.

Well, if it's a mission of mercy,

how can I say no?

Not a date?

Right.

I gotcha!

Excuse me, could you point me

in the direction of the library?

Thanks.

Hello? Hello!

Can I get some service?

Did I frighten you?

- Yes.

- Good.

You gave me quite a start.

One doesn't just yell for assistance

in the library, young girl.

It's a 'cathedral of learning'...

to quote St Thomas Aquinas.

Well, one shouts for assistance

when one can't find

anyone to assist them,

especially when they're

having a really bad day,

to quote Roxy Hunter.

Really.

Well, well, well.

And how may I be

of assistance, Miss Hunter?

I want to know what this means.

Corpus inrepertus.

It's Latin, signifying

something to the effect

of 'body not recovered'

or 'body unrecoverable'.

Body not recovered.

And where did you read

such a mordant phrase?

It was on a grave.

A grave, of course.

Signifying that the body of the man

who died was not buried there.

Where did you find this grave?

A hawk showed me.

A hawk.

Interesting.

Native American lore

has it that a hawk's cry

pierces the fog

of our unawareness

and tries to get us

to see the truth.

They are the messengers

of the spirit world.

Of course they are!

Quite. Well, is there anything else

I can assist you with,

most estimable Miss Hunter?

I need all the books you got

on Ted Caruthers.

Ted Caruthers.

Ted Caruthers.

Where are you, Ted?

Come on!

Mr Tibers, Mr Tibers, I found it!

Mr Tibers?

Boo!

Did I frighten you?

- No.

- Really, not just a little bit?

No.

Well, you really must stop

shouting in the library.

You're disturbing

all the patrons.

There's nobody else here.

A mere technicality.

I found Ted Caruthers!

Really?

Yeah, come on.

You really are quite the sleuth.

See?

'County track star

dies tragically

as his troop ship

sinks in the Atlantic'.

Corpus inrepertus.

This demands

further investigation.

Yes, well, I'm afraid

it's going to have to wait.

It's already past closing.

Oh, no, you're right!

Roxanne.

Could you come here, please?

Roxanne?

Not good.

I can't believe you would do this.

No, please, Mrs Hunter,

this is all my fault.

No, Ramma, it's not all your fault.

Why didn't you tell me there was

a stranger living in the attic?

Do you have any idea

how dangerous that could have been?

He's just a poor soul trying

to get through medical school.

Well, I know that now, Roxy,

but he could have been anyone.

I'm sorry, Mrs Hunter.

It's my fault, too.

Oh, yeah, Max, I know,

and I'm very, very disappointed

in the two of you.

And then you... you go off

and disappear all day.

Why would you do that

when I told you

not to leave the property?

Jon was just about

to go and look for you.

Look at me, Roxy.

You're grounded.

I think I've...

caused this family much grief.

Once again, I'm very sorry.

Ramma.

Where are you going to stay?

A cardboard box, I imagine.

Ramma, I've got

a spare room at my place.

You can crash there.

I'm sorry, crash?

Will I be needing a helmet?

No, I've got room at my place.

You can stay there a while.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Jon, is it Jon? Bless you

greatly for your kindness,

and once again, I'm truly sorry

for the inconvenience

that I visited upon your family.

I'm so very truly sorry, you know?

I think she gets it.

Okay.

I just don't feel

that I fully expressed...

It's fine. It's fine.

- Can't I apologise more, Jon?

- Probably not.

- Hey.

- Hello.

What you doing, hon?

Are you leaving?

Yes.

I thought it would be best

for all of us if I was to go.

If you'd be so kind,

I'd like to wait until morning.

Right, well, you're grounded,

so where do you think you're

going to stay, at the end of the yard?

If need be.

Roxy.

The reason I got so upset

is because you left

without telling anyone

where you were going,

and you are far too young

to be going off by yourself.

Sweetie.

I got scared, okay?

I got really scared because

I don't know what I would do

if anything ever happened to you.

I guess I shouldn't

have raised my voice.

I love you, sweet pea.

You are my whole world, okay?

Are you going to marry him?

Marry who?

You know. Him.

That guy who was downstairs.

Who, Jon?

No, honey. He's a friend from work.

Do you make a habit

of holding hands with 'friends'?

Holding hands?

I saw you two at the restaurant.

Well, we were just goofing around.

Goofing. I see.

Jon's nice. I like Jon.

No one's going to replace your father.

I will always love your father.

Is it a love from beyond the grave,

like Estelle Moody and Ted Caruthers?

Like who?

I don't have all the details.

It's very complicated.

Just tell me it is.

Come here.

Come here.

I'll tell you one thing.

No one's ever going to

replace you in my heart.

Ever.

- Promise?

- Promise.

- Promise?

- Promise.

- Promise?

- Roxy!

Third time's the charm, Mom.

Oh, okay.

I promise.

Will you be staying with us, then?

Am I still grounded?

Yes.

I'll take it under consideration.

Okay then!

- Good night.

- Night.

May I be so bold to ask

what you are doing here?

Hello, there.

Do you live here?

That's classified information.

Now, before I summon

the authorities,

I will ask you once more:

What are you doing here?

The authorities.

Well, there's no need for that.

I'm Jefferson Hall.

I'm a surveyor for the county.

The bank hired me to come here

and survey the property

for a proposed subdivision.

May I see your credentials, please?

My what?

All right, will... this do?

I suppose.

My name is Roxy Hunter.

I live here.

Please excuse the necessary

security protractions.

Protractions?

Well, ma'am,

is it all right if I finish up, then?

Of course.

Have a pleasant day, Mr Hall.

You, too, miss.

Max, what's a subdivision?

It's a bunch of houses...

the suburbs... like back home.

And what's a surveyor?

Someone who does

the overview of the topography of...

English, please.

It's a guy who makes

an official map,

like if you're going to make a subdivision,

a surveyor would have to map it out.

He said he was working for the bank!

I think you'll find

these scenarios

fairly 'self-explanationary'.

It is obvious that

we have been lied to

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