She-wolf Of London Page #5

Now that we all know

each other,

suppose we go to park patrol headquarters

and get acquainted with the inspector.

He might 'ave a few

questions to ask too.

Come on, now.

[Knocking]

Good evening, Barry.

Good evening.

Come in.

I'll run upstairs and see

if Phyllis is able to see you.

Later. First I'd like to

ask you some questions.

My, you sound serious.

I am. Shall we go

into the library?

Certainly.

You may cross-examine me,

Barrister,

but do you mind if I sit

down while you're doing it?

I think much better

when I'm sitting down.

What I'm going to ask you

will require a bit of thinking...

quick thinking.

Did you know that I saw you leave the house

last night and followed you to the park?

So that's how you happened to

be there when I met Dwight. Yes.

And that's also how I happened to

discover that you were the she-wolf.

- Barry, you must be joking.

- No, I'm quite serious.

You can't possibly be

serious, Barry. But I am.

Of course, you may not recall

everything you did.

Insane people seldom do

when under stress.

I'm perfectly sane,

and I was under no stress.

I went to the park for only one

reason:
To meet Dwight Severn.

I've been meeting him three nights

a week for the past two months.

You're certain you went directly

to the meeting place? I am certain.

Do you mind

if I ask a question?

Go ahead.

How did you happen to see me

when I left the house last night?

I was worried

about Phyllis.

I decided to watch

the house all night.

Something she said when we were

riding yesterday made me think that...

You suspect that she might

be the she-wolf, don't you?

I did...

until I saw you

steal out of the house.

Now I don't know

what to think.

Good evening, Barry. Good

evening, Mrs. Winthrop.

Why didn't you let me know Barry was calling,

Carol? I would've made you a cup of chocolate.

I'll make it now. Please

don't bother, Mrs. Winthrop.

I just dropped by

hoping I might see Phyllis.

I'm afraid

you can't, Barry.

She's been terribly upset since you

took her riding yesterday afternoon.

I don't know

why it is,

but you seem to be

a disturbing influence.

Perhaps she'll feel better in the

morning. I'll drop around again then.

Good night.

Good night.

[Door Closes]

You little fool! I heard you say

you've been meeting Dwight Severn...

three times a week.

All right, Mother.

You know now.

I've been seeing Dwight, and

I'm going to continue to see him.

And please don't lecture me again

on why I should marry Barry Lanfield.

In fact, I'll be very happy

when he and Phyllis are married.

It will stop you from making him

a constant topic of conversation.

Barry will never

marry Phyllis.

She's insane.

[Dogs Barking]

[Barking Continues]

Phyllis. May I come in,

Carol? I must talk to you.

Surely.

Do come in.

Well, I see you've decided

to make a bold front of it...

instead of sneaking out to

meet your starving artist.

I'm not going to meet Dwight, Mother.

I'm going to get the

police. The police? But why?

Phyllis has just told me the whole

story. What are you talking about?

Her belief that she's a werewolf.

She showed me all the evidence too.

At least you know now that I was speaking

the truth when I said she's insane.

I don't believe

she is insane.

I think she's the victim

of a terrible hoax.

That's why I'm going to ask

the police to investigate.

That's ridiculous.

If you call in the police, Phyllis

will be placed in an asylum.

I'm calling them at her request, Mother.

[Door Opens]

I brought you

a glass of warm milk.

I don't believe I'll

have any, Aunt Martha.

You must drink it.

It'll quiet your nerves.

You'll want to be completely at ease

when you tell your story to the police.

You know about Carol

calling the police?

Certainly, my dear, and I'm glad you've

decided to bring everything out into the open,

to clear up this terrible

thing, whatever it is.

It's been quite a strain

on me too.

Drink it, Phyllis.

The police will ask you

hundreds of questions.

Do you think they'll take me

away tonight? Probably not.

Perhaps you won't even

have to go to an asylum.

Maybe we can arrange

to have you taken care of...

in a private institution

until you're cured.

Take some more milk,

Phyllis.

Drink it all.

Do you think I can be cured? Of course.

Doctors accomplish wonders

with the human mind.

Finish it, dear.

I'll take the glass.

How do you feel?

Answer me.

How do you feel?

I feel terribly sleepy,

as if I'd been drugged.

You're right.

I drugged you.

So I wouldn't hear

the dogs?

No, Phyllis.

I'm going to kill you.

Kill me?

Yes.

You see, if the police came

while you were still alive,

they would investigate the

strange story you would tell them.

They would

call in a doctor,

and he would find

that you are perfectly sane.

So I'm going to kill you.

But why?

Because I planned all this

to get you out of the way.

When I discovered you still believed

in the curse of the Allenbys,

I decided to

drive you insane.

It would mean

much to me...

and to Carol.

For me, it would mean that I could

stay on here in this house I love...

that I managed

for so many years.

For Carol, it would mean that she could

marry a man not beneath her station,

a man like

Barry Lanfield, who...

So I began by killing

the little boy in the park,

led you to believe

you did it.

Oh, no.

Later, I killed that... meddling

fool from Scotland Yard...

because he was getting

too close to the truth.

And my plan will still

succeed, Phyllis,

although

it's changed slightly.

When the police come,

I shall tell them

of your strange actions lately.

Barry and Carol

will bear me out.

They will call it...

suicide, my dear,

through fear

of insanity.

[Shuddering,

Sobbing]

[Door Opens]

Hannah!

I heard you. Now I know

what you've been doing...

with that drug you kept

hid in my kitchen cupboard.

Be quiet.

No!

I'm going

for the police.

What's happened here?

Mother!

She's a murderer.

It's the she-wolf

herself.

Phyllis.

Phyllis,

are you all right?

It's Barry, darling.

She's going to kill me.

She killed the others.

No, dear. She'll never kill anyone else.

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