She-wolf Of London

[Bell Tolling]

[Clearing Throat]

What is it, Latham?

It's nearly 10:
00, Inspector.

I have a carriage waiting.

Carriage? What carriage? You wanted

to look at that place in the park.

Don't you recall, sir?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Confounded nuisance, spending one's

time on routine investigations.

I'd hardly call

this routine, sir.

What would you call it? Why, I-I...

I'd say it was

highly unusual...

a man being attacked by a

werewolf in a London park.

Werewolf?

I'm surprised at you, Latham. I always

looked upon you as an intelligent man.

Where on earth did you

get this "werewolf" idea?

I know, you've been looking at the

papers. Well, they are full of it.

Bosh! From what I understand of the

case, the man was nipped by a stray dog.

Oh, it was much worse than that,

sir. He was very badly slashed.

He swears that it was not

an animal that attacked him.

I suppose he was

accosted by a man...

who suddenly sprouted

hairy ears and long fangs.

No, sir.

No ears, and no fangs.

As a matter of fact, it

wasn't a man. It was a woman.

A little early to be

visiting grog shops, isn't it?

Oh, sir, I never touch a drop...

before 6:
00 in the evening.

Come along.

Yes, sir.

Fine morning, isn't it? Much too fine...

to be wasting it on minor

things like stray dogs.

Well, Miss Allenby, are you

prepared to accept defeat gracefully?

You haven't defeated me

yet, Mr. Lanfield. [Chuckles]

We are certainly formal this morning,

aren't we, Phyllis? [Chuckles]

Yes, we are. Much too formal for two

people who are to be married next week.

Next December.

Next week.

This race is

merely a formality.

You sure you don't want the handicap

I offered you? No, thank you.

All right. Do you mind if I

review the terms of the race?

Just to refresh your memory. As a

lawyer, I don't want any loopholes.

I'll save you

the trouble, sir.

"We race to the road in the glen, and

the winner names our wedding day. "

Which will be next December,

because I'm going to win!

And I adore winter

weddings. And I detest them.

That's why I'm going to win. You ready?

Ready.

Start counting.

One, two, three...

go!

Well, Miss Allenby,

I won fairly and squarely,

and next week you'll

become Mrs. Barry Lanfield.

You should have taken that

five-length handicap I offered you.

I'm glad I didn't,

Barry. You see, I...

I didn't really want to

wait till next December.

You didn't?

[Latham] Aha. You see? They're woman's

footprints, Inspector. There's no doubt.

She came along the meadow, and

probably went through this hedge.

You know, that fellow might

have been telling the truth...

about a female werewolf

attacking him.

[Inspector] Stop that nonsense

about a werewolf attacking anybody.

I'm sorry, Inspector. Is there a

way we can get through this brush?

[Man] Here's a spot, sir. All right,

we'll have a look on the other side.

[Latham] Yes, well, let me

help you, sir. Thank you.

What's the

matter, Phyllis?

You look frightened. Oh,

why... those voices startled me.

Shall we go? Yes, now that we have

an audience, the spell is broken.

We seem to have interrupted

a romantic moment. Mm.

You know, when I was courtin' my

missus, we used to go horseback ridin'.

Did you? Yeah. Then we got married,

and she refused to go near

a horse from that moment on.

She only pretended to like riding

until she got me well-hooked.

When you're quite finished

mooning about your courting days,

perhaps we can get on with the

business in hand. I'm sorry, Inspector.

Uh, come on.

You look very thoughtful.

I have many things

on my mind.

After all, I'm to be

a bride next week.

That's not

what's troubling you.

Are you upset because of what

the constables were saying?

Frankly, I am. It's not a

very comfortable feeling,

to know that such weird

things are taking place...

in the park so close

to where one lives.

[Chuckles] But certainly you don't believe

those newspaper stories about werewolves?

That's just sensational trash, the sort

of thing one reads in penny dreadfuls...

if one reads

penny dreadfuls.

You don't read them, do

you? Oh, of course not.

It's just that I... I guess

I'm on edge, because...

Well, there's no man

in our house.

Your worries will be over next

week, when you move into my diggings.

In the meantime, I don't think

you'll be roaming the park at nights.

Not if I can help it.

[Growling]

[Loud Barking]

Oh, Hannah.

Yes, Miss Carol.

Will you do something for me

while you're doing the marketing?

Of course, miss. You want

me to fetch something?

No, I want you to

deliver something.

Please leave this at the chemist

on the corner near the greengrocer.

Just say that someone will

call for it this afternoon.

Will you do that? Oh, ho! So it's

Cupid I'm playing this fine morning!

[Laughing] Yes. And the

note is very important.

They always are at your age. [Laughs]

Don't fret. I'll see that it's delivered

quickly. Thank you very much, Hannah.

Hannah.!

Yes, Mrs. Winthrop?

L:

- Is there something else you've thought of for me to bring from the market?

No. I'll take that note

Carol handed to you.

Note? What note? Quickly. I

saw you put it in your basket.

But, mother, it's only

a... I'll see what it is.

Give it to me before I lose

patience and discharge you.

I'm sorry, Miss Carol. Run

along and do your marketing.

Hmmph!

I thought so. Mother,

you've no right to...

To keep you from making

a fool of yourself...

over a worthless fellow

like Dwight Severn?

Is that what you were

about to say? I love Dwight.

And he's not worthless. He's fine

and sweet and considerate and...

And hasn't a penny

to his name.

Come in the house, Carol.

I want to talk to you.

[Banging]

Sit down.

I'm certain you imagine yourself madly in

love with this starving young artist of yours.

But have you given any thought

to what happens to us...

the moment Phyllis

marries Barry Lanfield?

I imagine things will go

on pretty much the same.

Of course, we'll miss her. It's

not as simple as that, Carol.

That's why I'm delving

into the past now,

to tell you of certain things I probably

should have explained to you long ago.

The reason

I haven't told you is...

that your happiness has always

been uppermost in my mind.

First, I think you should know...

you're not Phyllis's cousin.

You're not related

to her in any way.

I don't understand.

You're her aunt, and...

No. I'm not related

to her, either.

I'm only the woman who might

have married Reginald Allenby.

Reginald Allenby? Phyllis's father? Yes.

This is the note he sent me the

day before I married your father.

Read it.

"My own darling, I know that nothing

I can say will change your mind.

"I wish you every happiness,

even though my heart tells me...

"I shall never quite

get over loving you,

Reggie. " Of course, he did get over it.

Disappointed suitors

generally do.

He married Phyllis's mother just one

year after I married your father...

a man as penniless as the precious

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