Star of Midnight Page #6

And the Smith girl's

disappearance

For the cops

to worry about.

They don't concern you none.

There are two different schools

of thought on that subject.

However,

I get your point.

Toodle-oo.

Coming, boys?

What kept you

this time?

Did you get mixed up

with some other woman?

Martini, please.

Keep it dry, will you?

And... Three olives.

Oh, hello, madam.

Am I an orphan?

Two Martinis.

I'll take the same...

Two Martinis.

What did you think

of that Mary Smith's room?

Hors d'oeuvres, sir?

Swell.

I'm starved.

She must have been

a very peculiar girl.

You feel

like a stuffed egg?

Thanks.

You know, if I

or any of the girls I know

Lived in a hotel room

for a week,

We would have accumulated

so much junk

That it would have taken a maid

four hours to get things packed.

Fishy?

No, Martini.

Thanks-y.

But not Mary Smith. She was

the neat new england type.

Why, you could have stripped

that room bare

In about three minutes.

Say that again.

I said you could have stripped

that room bare

In about three minutes.

What was that for?

Mantin, you're a bright girl

but dumb.

You don't know a good idea

when you see it.

Listen... Mary Smith

had a room at the warman,

But she

didn't live there.

And I'm going home

and go to bed.

Well, that makes sense.

Mary Smith

didn't live at the warman,

So you're going home

to bed.

Well, it

isn't even 8:
00 yet.

All my life, I've said

good night to the milkman.

Tomorrow

I'm going to say good morning.

Check, please.

Come on. I'll take you home.

At this hour?

I should say not.

Clay dalzell,

are you giving me the runaround?

Donna,

don't you trust me?

Yes, but

I'm probably wrong.

Which proves

that you're not so dumb.

Have you seen that new trick

with the 10?

No.

Now watch.

Well,

what's the answer?

Eight sidecars.

Good night.

Now, uh...

You better run home

And get a good night's rest,

officer,

'Cause we're going to get a very

early start in the morning.

I'm sorry, madam,

but Mr. dalzell has retired.

Is he sick?

No, madam.

He just retired early,

that's all.

Well, times have changed.

Tell him Mrs. classon

is calling, will you?

But, madam,

I said that Mr. dalzell...

Lovely apartment...

Perfectly lovely.

Let me see.

This must be

Mr. dalzell's bedroom?

No, madam.

That is his bedroom.

Oh, thank you.

Who is it?

It's Jerry...

Jerry classon.

Will you come out,

or shall I come in?

I-I'll come out!

Well...

This is a surprise.

I expected you to call me

at the hotel today.

Oh, Jerry, as a matter of fact,

I intended to,

But I've been so rushed

to...

Will you have

a little drink?

No?

Strange bumping into you

at the theater last night, Clay.

Wasn't it?

Brought up a lot

of old memories, hmm?

You know,

I've always felt rather badly

That we drifted apart.

Well, Jerry,

those things happen.

Water under the bridge,

you know.

How are you, anyway?

Just the same, Clay.

The embers are still...

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

You're Mrs. classon now.

Oh, that.

Oh, sorry.

What sort of time

are you having in New York?

Very disappointing.

Yeah?

I find you treating me

like an old friend.

The night I go to see

the hit show in town,

The star disappears on me.

I'm frightfully intrigued

by it.

Tell me, Clay,

what happened?

Have you any idea why

she disappeared, where she is?

Search me.

Come, now, Clay.

It's common gossip

that you're looking for her.

Are you going to find her?

Or have you

already found her?

Now, Jerry,

you're the wife of a lawyer.

You should know better

Than to ask a witness

leading questions.

And what

is the meaning of this?

I'm sure I don't know.

And who is this?

I am Mrs. dalzell.

Who are you?

So, this is why you bundled me

off into the spare room!

Your cold was worse!

How dare you do such a thing?!

And after we've been married

for only two weeks,

You having a rendezvous

with another woman,

Me right

in the same house!

My dear, I assure you...

Oh, I'm not blaming you.

I know how he is

with the women.

How could you be

so sordid?

I knew your past wasn't

all that it might have been,

And I was willing

to forget and forgive...

Oh, Donna,

for heaven's sake!

You're a very silly child,

my dear.

You'll never hold a husband

with this kind of scene.

Good night, Clay.

I'm sure your marriage

is going to be very happy.

Oh, it'll be all right,

Jerry.

Good night.

Where did you get

that creation?

Swayne.

And where did you get

that woman?

Thanks, swayne.

I'll do as much for you someday.

All right, boy scout.

You've done your good deed

for the day.

Now, how about

tripping homeward?

No.

Yes. I'm on my way to bed.

It's no gag.

Not on your life.

I'm taking

no more chances.

No?

No.

Mr. mantin,

will you please come over here

And get your daughter and

take her out of my apartment?

And you better bring

your shotgun, daddy.

We may need it.

Dal...

What?

You really didn't know

that woman was coming here?

No.

I knew it.

Now I'll let you get

some sleep.

How did you know

that I wanted to get rid of her?

I didn't.

Well, anyway,

good night.

And thanks.

Good night,

and don't mention it.

7:
45.

Exactly.

Well, I'm all in, inspector.

This guy's doing

The first sensible thing

he's done all day.

He's down here in the

king Charles bar having a drink,

Which is what I'm gonna do

right now.

It's funny.

I get just so far, then smack...

Right into a stone wall.

I finally found a bus driver

Who remembered picking up a girl

of her description every morning

And taking her

to Washington square.

What happened

after she got off the bus?

What do you say we give up

this detecting business

And go in for some plain

or fancy matrimony?

Can't get the thing

out of my mind.

It's got

so many queer angles.

What'll it be... a church

wedding or a quiet one at home?

For instance, how did

Jerry, uh, what's-her-name

Know that I was looking

for Mary Smith?

Do you talk in your sleep?

She said it was common gossip.

That's ridiculous.

'Cause if you do,

I could wear earmuffs.

Hmm?

Did you say something?

No.

What's the matter...

You tired?

Dal, there's a man

at the end of the bar

Who's staring at you.

I thought I recognized you.

How are you, Mr. dalzell?

Oh!

Yes, yes, of course.

I hope I'm not

intruding. No, not at all.

This is miss mantin.

Mr. uh...

Classon.

Classon.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Sit down, won't you?

Oh, thank you.

I was hoping

I'd find you here.

Sorry if I've kept you waiting.

I usually get here earlier.

Yes. You see,

Mr. dalzell,

You and I are both interested

in the same woman.

We're both trying to find

Mary Smith...

Or, rather, Alice markham.

Oh.

Yes.

That's why I sent Mrs. classon

to call on you last night.

I was using her

as a sort of private detective,

Though it didn't do me

much good.

Do you mind telling me

Why you're so interested

in Alice markham?

My best friend is facing

the electric chair, Mr. dalzell,

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