She-wolf Of London Page #4

[Latham Screaming]

Help.!

Help.!

Help! Con...

Constable!

Help!

Constable!

Const...

Constable!

What happened, sir?

She's done me in.

She, sir?

The wolf-woman!

[Choking]

We'd better get him

to a hospital.

I'm afraid it's

a bit late for that.

He's a goner.

Aunt Martha. How did you get in here?

Through the door,

of course.

But I had it locked.

It wasn't locked,

Phyllis.

[Shudders] Oh, it's happened again.

What have I done?

I don't know.

Your new white dress

is torn and muddy.

And your shoes...

[Knocking]

Compose yourself.

[Knocking Continues] Is that you, Carol?

Yes, Mother. May I come

in? Certainly, dear.

Good morning, Phyllis.

Good morning, Carol.

Barry's downstairs. He

suggested we go riding with him.

Would you tell him I'm

not up to it this morning?

Of course. But won't you

see him for a few moments?

He's terribly worried

about you.

No, I can't see him.

She had a very restless night. She's

in no condition to have visitors.

That's not going to be

much consolation for Barry.

Any message you'd like me

to give him? No. No message.

By the way,

have you heard the news?

What news? A Scotland Yard man was

murdered in the park last night...

by a madwoman who made

a noise like an animal.

The morning paper

is full of it.

[Door Opens, Closes]

I murdered him! Hush, child.

You did nothing of the kind.

I know I did. I'm going to

a doctor. I can't stand this.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

I won't permit it.

If you told your story

to a doctor,

he's have you committed

to an asylum.

You don't want that,

do you?

No.

[Sighs]

No.

Look.

That must be the place where

the man was murdered last night.

I suppose so.

If I could only talk to Phyllis, I'm sure

that I could get her to tell me what's wrong.

Then why don't you?

How can I?

Your mother insists

she's too ill to see me.

Haven't you ever

overruled a woman?

Good morning, Barry. Good

morning, Mrs. Winthrop.

Won't you come in?

Carol's in the garden

if you'd like to see her.

I didn't come to see Carol. I'm going to

take Phyllis for a drive in the country.

You must be joking. She's much

too ill to leave the house.

Suppose we let her be the

judge of that, Mrs. Winthrop.

See here.

You can't go upstairs.

Why not? Phyllis is going to be

my wife. I insist on seeing her.

I'm sure she'll

refuse to go with you.

Cheer up, sobersides.

After all, this is better than

moping in bed at home.

Isn't it?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Whoa.

You don't know what a relief

it is to see you perking up.

It's good for ya

to get away from that house.

I wonder why your Aunt Martha was

so insistent I couldn't see you.

Aunt Martha was acting for

my own good, to protect me.

To protect you?

From what?

Look, darling,

I know something's been

bothering you, and...

I want you to tell me

what it is.

It isn't anything so serious

we can't overcome it together.

After all, we are

going to be married.

We can't be

married, Barry. Ever.

Why not? L

- I can't tell you that.

It's... It's just that

it wouldn't be fair to you.

I think I understand.

You're not going to let me in for the curse

of the Allenbys and all that sort of thing.

Is that it?

How did you know?

Carol mentioned your being so

frightened of howling dogs of late,

and I merely

added up the facts.

Please, let's not talk about it

anymore. We've got to talk about it.

You can't let yourself go to

pieces over a thing like that.

I'm sure you place no stock

in that silly legend...

about your family

being cursed by the wolves.

I'm not sure.

I know you scoff

at the Allenby curse,

but ever since

my parents were killed,

I've had

the strangest dreams,

dreams in which it seemed

I lived a long time ago.

I took part

in pagan rites.

I assumed

the form of a wolf.

I even hunted

with the wolves.

Those dreams

are easily explained.

Someone probably told you weird

stories about the Allenby curse...

when you were a child.

Certainly, you don't believe

in werewolves, do you?

Many people do.

There was an ancient tribe, the

Hirpini, which worshipped wolves.

But that was centuries ago. Yes.

But even today in Scotland, on

the nights when the dogs howl,

people hang out lighted lanterns

to ward off evil spirits.

You've been reading up on

the subject, haven't you?

Yes, I have.

Plato and Pythagoras on

the transmigration of souls,

I suppose.

Yes.

Don't tell me you've

overlooked Shakespeare.

Let's see, now. Merchant

of Venice, wasn't it?

"Thou almost makes me

waver in my faith,

"to hold opinion

with Pythagoras,

"that souls of animals infuse

themselves into the trunks of men.

"Thy currish spirit

governed by a wolf...

"who hanged

for human slaughter.

"Even from the gallows

did his fell soul fleet,

"and whilst thou layest

in thy unhallowed dam...

"infused itself in thee,.

For thy desires are wolfish,

bloody, starved and ravenous. "

[Sobbing]

Barry!

Stop it!

Oh, darling.

I'm sorry. L... I didn't realize

it would hit you like this.

[Sobbing]

I'm so

terribly frightened.

Hold me tight,

awfully tight!

I'm taking personal charge

tonight. These are my orders:

You are to arrest

any person, man or woman,

who cannot give a satisfactory

reason for being in the park.

Furthermore, if anyone tries to

avoid questioning by running away,

you are to shoot after

a single command to halt.

You've been provided with

firearms for this emergency.

We'll start patrolling

at once.

All right, men.

To your posts.

I think I'll take a turn in

the park myself, Constable.

Very good, sir.

All right.

Good evening.

Hold on, sir.

What are you doing

in the park at this hour?

Frankly, I'm doing a little

private investigating.

Planning to capture the she-wolf

single-handed, I presume.

Something like that. These weird

stories in the newspapers fascinate me.

I'll have to trouble you

for your name.

My name is Barry

Lanfield. Your occupation?

I'm a barrister in

partnership with my father.

Not Sir Sidney Lanfield?

Yes.

Any credentials to prove it? Certainly.

[Man Shouting]

[Snarling, Growling]

[Man]

Help.! Help.!

Stop.! Help.!

Well,

what's happened, sir?

L... I was sitting

on that bench,

and this woman...

or whatever it was...

howled and... and

grabbed me by the throat.

There!

There she is now.

After her, men.

After her.!

Did you get a look

at her face?

No, I

- I was much too busy protecting myself.

She seemed terribly strong for a woman.

Dwight,

what happened?

I was waiting for you to show

up, when this wolf-woman...

evidently decided to

make me her next victim.

You poor darling.

Are you badly hurt?

Pretty badly mussed up,

but nothing serious.

Barry!

Hello, Carol. What are you doing here?

I might ask you

the same question.

Dwight just

answered that.

I came here

to meet him.

Dwight, this is Barry

Lanfield. Barry, Dwight Severn.

How do you do?

Hello.

Just to make things cozy,

I'm Constable Ernie 'Obbs.

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