Suspicion Page #3

- Where are we?

- The Hunt Ball.

- Where else?

- Venice.

And?

And Naples, and Capri,

and Monte Carlo, and Nice.

- And?

- Paris.

Paris.

- I beg your pardon. A telegram for you, sir.

- Thank you, Ethel.

It isn't bad news, is it, dear?

An old friend of mine.

Stupid fellow, he wants 1,000.

- You couldn't spare 1,000, could you?

- What does he want it for?

Hanged if I know.

Probably because I borrowed it from him.

You borrowed it? Why?

I was going on a honeymoon

with the loveliest girl in the world...

and I wanted her to be happy.

Was she happy?

- Didrt you have any money of your own?

- Not a shilling.

But I thought... I had the impression...

Don't worry your darling little head

about it today of all days.

I'll take care of old Henry somehow.

I still don't understand.

Are you broke?

Monkeyface, I've been broke all my life.

Why didn't you tell me?

Every time I brought the subject up, you...

Whatever made you

take this extravagant house?

I didn't think you'd want to live in a shack.

A girl like you is going to come into

plenty of money someday.

Wait a minute,

I can't quite get this into my head.

Were you thinking

of my ineritance when...

I don't know what to say.

Now, darling, really.

Isn't it silly to spend

the best years of our lives waiting?

Why not be comfortable now?

Johnnie...

I'm just beginning to understand you.

You're a baby.

I know you didn't marry me for my money.

You'd have done much better elsewhere.

But my income

will never pay for all this. Never.

What about your father?

I couldn't possibly ask my father.

Or even my mother.

You saw how restrained she was

when she met us at the station.

Anyway, you wouldn't actually

want to live on your wife's allowance?

- Of course not, darling.

- Well, then?

Answer me, Johnnie.

I suppose if the worst comes to the worst

and there's no other way out...

- I suppose I'll have to...

- What?

Borrow some more.

I haven't touched old Middleham yet.

He ought to be good

for a month or two's housekeeping.

I think you must be mad.

Marrying you is the sanest thing

I ever did in my life.

Come on, give it to me.

- That's too heavy for a little girl like you.

- Thank you, sir.

Clear off the table.

Here, take that. Is there any cake?

- Yes, sir.

- Go along, get it.

Here, dear. Come on.

Thank you.

There's going to be no more borrowing.

- What else is there to do?

- You've got to go to work.

- Work?

- Yes, work.

You mean put on old clothes,

go out with a shovel?

Don't be flippant.

Then what do you mean?

I'm afraid you're a bit of a dreamer.

Let's be practical about this.

Do you know the statistics

on unemployment?

Do you realize in order to be a plumber,

or a carpenter, or an electrician...

Darling, you haven't been around.

They have to be apprentices first.

Even after that...

- Darling.

- There are all sorts of jobs.

I'm broad-minded.

Let's have some tea and then talk it over.

I could make out a list of jobs.

It might be fun.

I'll get a pencil and paper.

Excuse me, dear.

It's right there behind you.

Hello?

Hello, Mother.

Yes, it's wonderful.

A most beautiful house.

Would you tell Father how badly I felt?

He is? Wait a minute till I tell Johnnie.

Father's sending us a wedding present.

Mother told him how happy I looked and...

I can't tell you how much

this means to me.

- Me, too.

- Yes. Father?

- Come on, ask him when he's sending it.

- It's coming right away, by messenger.

Invite them over for dinner.

Perhaps he'd like to play some golf.

Tell him that we were in the throes

of job-hunting when he telephoned.

- It doesn't hurt to impress the old boy.

- Really, you are the limit.

How can you be so gay about something...

that you should be ashamed of?

What, Father?

Yes, Johnnie and I were just having...

a sober and comprehensive discussion

of that very subject.

He has several ideas of the kind of job

he'd like to do...

and several good opportunities.

There's a messenger

from General McLaidlaw.

- Bring it in.

- It's just come, Father. Hold on, do.

I think I know what it is,

and if it is what I think it is...

Johnnie, you'll be thrilled.

It is! How wonderful.

We've had them in the family

before I was born.

Father's had lots of offers to sell them,

but he never would.

- How many more, for heavers sake?

- Just these two, sir.

He sent us both of them.

These are Father's

most precious possessions.

You don't say.

These will be our first heirlooms

to be handed down to our children...

- and then to their children.

- That's the thing to do with them, all right.

Father, you're so good to me

that you make me want to cry.

What was that?

Yes, you've made me very happy.

You've made Johnnie very happy, too.

Just a minute, he wants to say something.

Say something very nice.

These chairs really belong in a museum.

Hello, General.

Yes, but really, shouldn't you

have sent them to a museum?

Naturally we're thrilled. Who wouldn't be?

What, a job?

Yes, Lina and I were just going into that.

I have some excellent opportunities.

What are they?

I've just received a letter

from my cousin, Captain Melbeck.

Yes, he is a splendid chap.

He wants someone to manage his estate.

I thought I'd take the job.

I'm glad you approve.

Yes, we must. We'll get together soon.

I'll leave it up to Lina, shall I?

All right. Goodbye, sir.

That was a fib about Captain Melbeck,

wasrt it?

Was it?

- Did you have this letter all the time?

- I did.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because, dear,

I never dreamed I'd be using it...

any more than I ever dreamed we'd be

receiving these two beautiful chairs.

Hello. It's a nice place

old Johnnie's got here.

It's an old Georgian house, isn't it?

I bet it cost him a packet to redecorate.

- Who are you?

- I'm Beaky Thwaite.

- You must be old Johnnie's wife.

- Yes, I am.

Didrt he ever tell you about me?

You're Beaky.

That's what they used to call me at school.

I happened to be driving by.

I thought I'd pop in for a cup of tea.

I've heard so much about you,

Mr. Thwaite.

Johnnie told me about you, too.

I ran into him at Newbury Races last week.

The races?

Put my foot in it as usual, have I?

Didrt he tell you?

Johnnie has a job.

He couldn't have been at the races.

Besides, he's given up betting.

He has, has he?

Don't you believe it, not Johnnie.

He's a great lad, he is.

You mustrt mind Johnnie cutting up.

That's what makes him Johnnie.

Besides, he thinks you're a topper,

he does.

- I think so, too.

- Wort you sit down?

I don't see why not. Something wrong?

Yes. There were two chairs here

this morning before I left.

Chairs? Disappeared, have they?

Yes, apparently.

- Were they expensive?

- Yes, they were museum pieces.

That Johnnie, he'll be the death of me.

Don't you understand?

- No, I don't.

- I bet you 20-to-1 that Johnnie sold them.

Sold them? What for?

For money, of course. A fellow's got to pay

his racing debts, hasn't he?

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