Silver Streak Page #3

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Well, it won't be long.

We should be in Staveley by 2:00.

2:
00? That's two-and-a-half hours from now.

Where's Staveley?

60 miles the other side of Albuquerque.

- Wait a minute.

- What'd you say?

The Silver Streak stops there at 2:27.

If we got there by two,

the sheriff could meet the train.

Yeah, I suppose so.

- This is fabulous!

- Ain't it the truth?

They talk of the joy of sex,

but it don't last like the fun of flying.

- Look! There's the Silver Streak!

- Yeah!

- I think we're going to make it.

- Look at those sheep there.

Don't they make a lovely sight?

I'm just itching to buzz 'em!

- To do what?

- You never buzzed sheep?

- I don't think so.

- Hold on, Steve, we're going in!

Look at those little critters run.

Come on, let's buzz 'em again! Whoo-hoo!

Here we are.

- Hello, Rita.

- Hi, Burt. Is the sheriff in?

- No, he's at Clancey's Dairy. He'll be back in...

- Look! There's the Silver Streak!

- Thank you.

- Don't you want the sheriff?

No, there's no time.

Thank you, dear. Goodbye!

So long, Steve.

George!

This time, try to stay on!

- Come on!

- Come on! All right.

Jump!

- Come on!

- He's done it! Whoo-hoo!

All right!

- Hey, welcome aboard.

- Don't you just love train travel?

- I love it.

- He loves it.

I asked you to join me for breakfast.

This is lunch.

Sorry. I lost track of time.

Oh, yeah?

Well, what were you doing back there?

Getting a little ass?

No, I was squeezing tits.

Hey, you are a sexy devil, aren't you?

Kind of worked up a sweat, too,

didn't you, you horny bastard?

Well, what do you expect?

I mean, she's a hot little number,

and he's very heavy competition.

You know him?

Doesn't everybody know him?

That's Roger Devereau.

He's Chicago's own jet-setter.

He's a big cheese on the Art Institute

or something.

Like I say, very heavy competition.

Are you gonna take him on?

Very well. Say... 3:20?

All right.

George.

Are you all right?

What's the matter?

- Honey, what's the matter?

- What's the matter?

Who left who? Last time I saw you,

you were gonna go visit the professor.

- The professor is dead. I'm sure of it.

- George...

Listen to me. I went to his room

this morning and he wasn't there.

Two dumb thugs

were looking through his things.

They pushed me out

and threw me off the train.

- Threw you off?

- They were searching for something.

I don't know what. They killed

the professor and they're after you.

We've gotta get off the train

and contact the police.

- You've got it all mixed up. They're not...

- I don't have it mixed up.

I'm just worried about you.

Hello, Roger.

- This is George Caldwell. Roger Devereau.

- How do you do?

George has just been telling me

how he'd been thrown off the train.

Oh, you're the one. I'm so pleased

to see you. Are you all right?

- Yes, fine.

- That's good news.

As soon as I was told,

I contacted the police in Albuquerque

and told them to spare no expense

to make sure you were safe.

Reace, he's like a child. Got off the train

and tried to find you to say he was sorry.

How did you get back on?

- Who is Reace?

- He's the one that threw you off.

You must remember him - a large man

with not-very-attractive dental work.

- I do, but what has he got to do with you?

- He works for me. He's my chauffeur.

Not very bright, but extremely loyal.

Well, naturally, I assume

total responsibility for all his actions,

and will pay for any damages.

- And what about that other fellow?

- Hm?

I met another man this morning.

Does he work for you, too?

Oh, yes, of course,

you don't know the entire story, do you?

Early this morning, I was having breakfast

with Professor Schreiner.

He wanted to show me some

important papers connected with his book,

but unfortunately they were missing,

so we searched his compartment twice,

and eventually we discovered them

in his trunk in the baggage room.

It was something of an upset, but if you knew

him, you'll know he's slightly absent-minded.

Mr Devereau, I'm very confused.

I don't know how you could have

had breakfast with him this morning.

George thinks the professor's been murdered.

- Murdered?

- That's right, last night.

Extraordinary. Why do you think that?

I saw him fall off the roof of this train,

just outside this window.

- He was shot in the head.

- You were in this compartment?

I was lying right here.

Hilly, go back to my compartment,

straighten it out.

That man, Whiney,

doesn't know what he's doing. Devereau.

Mr Caldwell, allow me to introduce Professor

Schreiner. Professor Schreiner, Mr Caldwell.

- Hello.

- How do you do?

What did you do to yourjacket?

Mr Caldwell is the man that Reace

inadvertently threw off the train.

Oh, yes. That stupid person.

I do hope you weren't hurt.

No, no, I'm all right.

I'm to blame for this morning's fracas.

After all, none of this would have happened

if I hadn't misplaced the Rembrandt letters.

The what?

It doesn't matter. I'm so glad

you're all right and got back on the train.

Oh, Professor. Professor, I put

back as much... I put back...

Hey, how'd you get here?

Mr Caldwell, allow me to introduce

an associate of mine, Mr Whiney.

If an apology is due,

I'm sure that he'd be prepared to make it.

It is a pity that Reace is not here

to do the same.

That moron. It was all his fault. I was looking

for the papers. I never touched you, did I?

- No, no.

- See?

It's been very hectic for me.

I think I'll have a Scotch and lie down.

Well, why don't you use my compartment?

Thank you. I will.

Hilly, will you help him with that mess?

Mr Caldwell, it's been nice meeting you.

I hope the rest of the trip, for both

of us, is a little less exhilarating.

Let's hope so.

Well, I think I've made

a silly fool of myself this morning.

- Oh, no, not at all.

- No, no, I did.

I stuck my nose into stuff that's none of my

business and came up with some crazy ideas.

You were right. I guess

I was imagining a lot of things last night.

Probably the champagne.

Oh, George.

Here, let me clean yourjacket.

Oh, that's all right. I have another one.

We get to Chicago tomorrow, and I did come

on this trip to work, so I'll say goodbye.

Couldn't you possibly

join us for dinner this evening?

Oh, yes, do.

Thanks, no. I think I'll just eat in my room.

This latch seems to be stuck.

I'll get the porter to fix it right away.

What are you up to there, lover boy?

Hello, Bob Sweet. Hello, Bobby.

- How are you? Huh?

- I'm all right.

Better yet, what are you?

A miniature alcoholic?

Did you know that the Blainard Tunnel

was the highest point on this line?

Yeah, I knew that.

Did you know that when we reach it,

I intend to be higher?

- Just don't fall off, OK?

- Oh, no.

I've left this train once

already. That's enough.

You have? What do you mean?

Last night,

just as I was about to...

kiss my beautiful blonde,

I saw her boss hanging outside the window.

- You saw her boss? Professor Schreiner?

- That's him. That's the fella.

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