The Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse Page #7

He slipped out the back way.

Scram. I'll meet you for the split.

Okay.

Two, six, seven.

- Two, six, seven.

Two, six, seven.

Two, six, seven.

Vogue Fur Company, United Building.

Vogue Fur Company, United Building.

Emergency alarm.

What's the matter? What happened?

Where are they?

- They ain't down there.

- Officer, I was only asking.

- Stop wasting time and come with me.

- Right, captain, you said it.

We interrupt our program...

... to give you another late news item,

hot off the wires.

Police have reported one of

the most daring robberies in the city.

Mink, sable and ermine skins

stolen from the United Fur Building.

Girls, you don 't need minks and ermines

here in the Hot-Cha Club...

... because here's your favorite, Roger

Bluhart and his "Saxony Saxophonist."

Let's go, Roger.

Here it is, kids.

Come and get it while it's hot.

What do you say, Jo?

The professor can't keep us waiting.

Give us our cut and let's hit the hay.

- Have some coffee, Jo.

- No, thanks.

It might warm you up.

- Rocks, you saw the professor last.

- Yeah. That's right.

You say he went out the back way?

Why isn't he here?

Why do you keep asking me?

What am I, his nurse?

What about Butch? Where's he?

Maybe he went to

look for your professor.

That's why you put him on the job,

ain't it? That's my guess.

Yes, and mine too.

I'm afraid you'll have to admit

Butch fulfilled his duty to the letter.

That's a long story

and this is no time for it.

Let's get on with

the division of the money.

- I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Jo.

- Well, what happened?

A rather annoying experience.

However, I succeeded in keeping cool.

All right, gentlemen,

line forms on the right.

You divided this the way I told you, Jo?

- Yes, I did.

- That's fine.

- Pal?

- Yeah.

Popus.

Okay.

Rabbit.

- Butch?

Yes, sir.

Professor, it looks like

I'm fixed for a tough winter.

Hey, you gave me more than my split.

That's for being so willing

about those tests.

Rocks, here's your share.

Don't spend it all in one place.

And don't start things you can't finish.

And now, I'd like to take this opportunity

of saying goodbye and good luck.

I don't believe we'll be seeing

each other anymore.

Ain't walking out on us, are you?

Goodbye for good?

I hope it's for good.

Yes, I'm afraid

this is my final performance.

At least, as your partner in crime.

What's the idea, professor?

Well, to continue would mean

a rather trying relationship...

...which I might be prepared to endure

if my purposes weren't already achieved.

Cut the double talk.

Give us the lowdown.

Somebody wrong in this mob?

Put the finger on the monkey.

No, there's no one wrong in the mob

except for myself.

So there's nothing more to discuss.

Rocks will give you your orders.

Get this straight, you're blowing town

for the next two months.

Lay low and stay clear of each other.

Well, so long, professor,

and don't take no lead quarters.

- Okay, professor, you're a right guy.

- It's been a pleasure to have met you.

- Keep everything under control.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Thank you very much.

- And don't forget, stay out of ice boxes.

- Thank you, Butch.

Did you mean that about...?

About quitting, professor?

Well, the proper expression might be,

"research completed."

Excuse me.

Hello. Yes. Thanks for waiting up.

What's that? Oh, I'm perfectly all right.

Weathered all storms

and I return home tomorrow.

Yes, till tomorrow. Good night.

Well, it's a valuable experience

knowing you, Rocks.

Likewise.

Only I might point out, old man, that

you've fallen somewhat in my esteem.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yes.

I gave you credit for being much more

talented than you evidently are.

Really that attempt of yours to

kill me by refrigeration lacked ingenuity.

True, I might have died in the fur vault,

eventually by suffocation.

But actually, you postponed that

by lowering the temperature...

...and thus, decreasing

my oxygen requirements. Understand?

- No. I don't get you.

- All in all, a very poor display.

Somehow, I expected more of you.

Oh, go on, get out of here, you're daffy.

Well, I'll be going, Jo. Goodbye.

Goodbye, professor.

I guess the elevator boy must be asleep.

I'm not in any particular hurry.

I'm not either.

Professor, listen. You once told me...

...that sometimes

people know things about each other...

...without really finding out the facts.

What do you know?

That I mean something to you.

You mean a great deal to me.

- In fact...

- Yes?

Well, that's one of my reasons

for leaving.

The danger of losing my objectivity.

But there are other reasons too.

You won't understand fully...

...but tonight during the entire robbery

I felt myself beginning to enjoy crime.

For its own sake.

You know, it was something

like the effects of champagne.

A high heady reaction,

a strange exhilaration.

And I...

I can't risk subjecting myself

to too much champagne.

It's way over my head.

Will you...?

Will I hear from you soon at the hotel?

It's very doubtful.

Well, goodbye, professor.

Goodbye.

What are you doing, Rocks?

Some of that research of my own.

Maybe I don't know nothing

about blood tests...

...but any guy smart enough

to open a combo safe by touch...

...can figure out a gadget

to catch a phone number.

See, I fitted this little piece of pencil lead

under the dial...

...and when your professor spun it...

...it went around with the dial

and made a mark each time.

I used this little jigger

to click it over a notch with every turn.

And it worked.

Now, I got seven marks side by side.

All I gotta do is sort of translate them.

Pretty nice of your professor

to scratch his own number for me.

He expected more of me, huh?

He's gonna get it.

"Don't start nothing you can't finish."

You're phoning his number?

No, you can't do it.

- Stop it, Rocks. Stop it, I...

- Let go of me.

Hello.

Plaza 46211?

Who? Who'd you say?

Dr. Who's residence?

No, never mind. Thanks.

Plaza 46211.

Now it's my turn, professor.

Hello. Who?

Oh, I'm very sorry, Miss Keller...

...but Dr. Clitterhouse hasn't returned

yet. Did you try the Athenaeum Club?

Well, then he probably went

someplace else for dinner.

I don't know.

Yes, I surely will tell him. Goodbye.

Anything new?

A woman has been calling.

She won't tell me what it's about.

- Not Mrs. Ganswoort again?

- No. This is a Miss Keller.

- Keller?

- Yes.

- She phoned here?

- Yes, four or five times.

- Shall I get her for you?

- No, no. I'll phone her myself.

You run along home now.

I want to do some work on my book.

Oh, I don't believe Mrs. Ganswoort

will annoy you tonight...

...but here are some paradol chloride

tablets. That's what you usually give her?

- Yes. Thank you. Good night.

- Good night, doctor. Don't work too hard.

Hello.

Yes?

What's that?

- Speak a little more slowly, please.

Hang up.

I said, hang up.

- What are you doing with my notebook?

- Just reading it, professor. Just reading it.

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