The Ghost Breakers Page #4

Oh! Let's go up on deck

and wave good-bye to anybody.

Yes, it may be some time

before you see New York again.

Yes. There are certainly

a lot of people going to Cuba.

What's this?

This would happen to me.

Oh, no.

Go away,

we're all very ill.

You okay, boss? I'm fine. Is

there a chiropractor in the house?

Don't you think you better sit down?

I gotta learn to stand up first.

Give me your hand.

Yeah, that's better.

All we need is a grind

organ and a tin cup.

Up. Up. Up.

Put me down. Put me down! Put me...

Ah, that's

the way to die.

Did you shoot that man

in the hotel with my gun?

- Yes, I confess. Just go away.

- No, you didn't.

My gun's a.32, and that man

was shot with a.38.

Thirty-two, thirty-eight.

That's six points in my favor.

Look.

- I didn't kill him.

- That's what I told you.

It was somebody else.

I'm pure again.

Let's go home.

Oh. That's all right, Mr.

Larry. I brought your bags.

Oh, this certainly

teaches me a lesson.

So help me, I'm through

mixing with murders,

my own or

anybody else's.

L...

That girl's in trouble. She ain't

in half as much trouble as you are.

Do you know where she went with

that man? You ain't jealous, are you?

How would you like another

murder tonight? Murder?

That fella Mederos, he

telephoned Miss Carter tonight.

Then somebody shot him.

Now you're gonna horn in...

and get shot. That's

right. And get shot.

Miss Carter saved my life.

Maybe I can save hers.

Ain't you just a little

bit scared? Scared? Me? Huh.

I'm shakin' so hard, the

water on my knee just splashed.

There's a great deal

of fog on Black Island.

At times it completely

shrouds the castle.

You can't discourage me.

I'm going to have fun in Cuba.

A daiquiri at the Florida,

a rhumba at the Nacional...

and the beer-barrel polka

at Sloppy Joe's.

There are certain things that

travel folders do not mention.

Ghosts again?

I was a skeptic too until

I saw with my own eyes...

this malignant force

at work in your castle.

A priest might call it a demon.

The natives call it voodoo.

Is there any particular reason why this

"malignant force" should pick on my castle?

Some say it's because this remote

ancestor of yours who built it...

was Cuba's greatest

slave trader.

So it's perhaps the vengeance

of all those lost souls...

who have been tortured, starved

and murdered in the castle dungeon.

Pardon me,

am I protruding?

Lovely view, isn't it?

Mr. Lawrence, I want you

to meet Mr. Parada.

He's just been telling me

about the castle I've inherited.

How do you do? I feel as though

I know you, I've heard so much.

You've been in Havana

before? No, first trip.

Pleasure trip?

Not exactly.

Are you interested

in tobacco plantations?

No.

Sugar industry?

I'll save you time.

I'm a ghost breaker.

- A what? - You've heard of trust breakers

and home breakers?

I'm a ghost breaker. I take family skeletons

outta the closet and dust them off.

I explain mysteries that

people don't want explained.

I make a nice living too,

chasing ghosts of the past,

if you'll pardon

the poetic reference.

It's very interesting.

Are you the one who is advising

Miss Carter not to sell her castle?

No. My advice is to keep the

castle and sell the ghosts.

I myself have heard

of only one ghost,

the spirit

of Don Santiago.

Does he appear nightly, or

just Sundays and holidays?

I never saw it.

But I've known

several people who have.

Your uncle, your mother's

brother, was the last one.

What did he tell you

about it?

Nothing.

He was dead.

Dead? He was lying at

the foot of the staircase.

His eyes were staring, mad.

His face a mask of terror!

A good laugh would be worth

a lot of money at this point.

What connection is there

between this bogeyman of yours...

and the buried treasure?

Treasure? What treasure?

Well, there's always money

where the ghost walks. Cute.

I hope you still feel as comical when

you come out of the castle, my friend.

You smell something

burning? Sulphur, no less.

Thanks for dashing

to the rescue.

I got excited when

I read your fan mail.

I don't mind saying that it did

something to my girlish morale.

That was the idea, to scare you

off the boat. What's the answer?

Lady, one or more persons, identity unknown,

definitely do not want you in that castle.

I wonder why.

Me, I'm

mentally retarded.

I'm still 11 years old when it comes to

Fourth of July, circuses or haunted castles.

Say, how are you gonna

get off the boat?

That's right. I better

go and see the purser.

Stay here.

I beg your pardon.

Well, we always seem...

to be bumping into

each other, don't we?

Foggy night,

isn't it?

Oh!

Are you all right?

A lot of cold chills are

running up and down my back.

Yeah. They must've

run over from mine.

Come on.

What'll you take with your

aspirin, scotch or rye?

What are you having? I'll

start with an old-fashioned...

and bring it up to date.

I'll have the same.

All right.

Well, lovely.

I beg your pardon. Are you engaged

for this dance, Lady Wimplesnood?

- Dance? - Yes. Lovely party

the vice president is giving.

Ah, good old vice.

Shoot the chassis

to me, lassie.

Your name? Oh, you remember

me. The girls call me "Pilgrim,"

'cause every time I dance with

one I make a little progress.

You may be a pilgrim, but

I can see you're no puritan.

Oh. Keep dancing.

Oh, tell me, who's the lady asleep

over there on the pool table?

Oh, don't be silly, girl!

That's no pool table.

That's our hostess.

My dear!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Oh, where did

you learn to dance so divinely?

Oh, didn't you know? I used

to dance with Sally Rand. Oh.

It's quite a feather

in my cap, too.

Keep dancing.

Oh, I remember. You're that

amusing butler I went swimming with.

That was my father. He was the son of

that famous old Indian chief, Sitting Bull.

Oh, what was his name?

Uh, Sitting Yet.

Oh, my word! And you're his son, Lariat!

Yes, that's right.

Oh, steady, steady. I know

you've had a rough evening...

and I don't know what it's all about

either, but don't lose your nerve, honey.

Would it make you feel better to know

that you're not cavorting with a killer?

What? Well, the man I didn't

shoot was Ramon Mederos.

What in the world

are you saying?

Look. He was shot

with a.38,

and I'm from

the class of.32.

So that's

Ramon Mederos.

Who is it?

Excuse me, boss.

If you hurry, we can make it.

Make what? We can get off the

boat and go back with the pilot.

We can? That's great! We got to hurry.

Good-bye, Miss

Carter. Good-bye, Alex.

Good-bye, Larry. Good-bye,

Mary, and lots of luck to you.

Thanks for everything. I'll be

seeing you when you get back.

- What am I doing?

- What?

Why, I'm not going to New York.

I'm going to Cuba.

But why?

Why?

Well, because

I'm crazy to go to Cuba.

Everybody should go to Cuba.

See Cuba and die.

No, that's going too far.

Wait a minute. If you're

doing this on my account...

Oh, not at all.

No, Alex and I...

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