The Ghost Goes West Page #6

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Yes Donald, I think

you've done fine.

The modern improvements

were all Mr. Martin's idea.

But have you really got

rid of that ghost?

We've done much better than that!

We've trained him.

Eh, Donald?

Even so, I do not want

him in my house.

What's that?

Nothing to be scared of,

Honey. Here.

It's a radio.

Kind of cute, eh, Donald?

I'm afraid I don't fully understand

the meaning of the word "cute".

Say, you sound to me

like another one

of those enthusiasm controllers.

Like Peggy.

She don't like my hat.

- Is Peggy here?

- Yes, just arrived.

Well, come on Gladys.

I'll show you around.

It's going to be absolutely the

most magnificent illumination

in the history of Florida.

Are you coming, Donald?

Thanks, I'll join you later.

What are you saying?

Open the window!

You were right, Peggy!

I should never have let them

turn this castle of mine into an

advertisement for groceries!

I've made a fool of myself Peggy,

and all because I love you!

If I could talk as well as Murdoch,

I'd have told you long ago that

I love you, but now I must go,

and all I'll be able

to say is "goodbye".

But I want you to hear that!

What was that, Donald?

What were you saying?

Well...I was...

Donald, the moat is leaking

into the wine cellar.

Come and have a look.

All right, Mr. Martin.

I was only trying to tell you

that tomorrow I must go.

Donald!

WILL THE GHOST SHOW HIMSELF?

CASTLE INAUGURATION TONIGHT.

PSYCHIC SOCIETY INVITED TO VERIFY

THE EXISTENCE OF JOE MARTIN'S GHOST.

Now we better rehearse that again.

Now you understand?

When I say, "Silence,

dont you hear a strange noise?"

- Yes, sir.

- Careful.

Silence!

Don't you hear a strange noise?

That sounded perfect, Bondsdale.

Donald, you stop

behind that chair...

Yes? What do I do then?

You say something like...

"Joseph J. Martin and guests,

I greet you."

I'm sorry Mr. Martin, but the

Glourie ghost wouldn't come here

especially to extend greetings.

Well okay, say whatever

you think's suitable.

But you better run on along and

get dressed now, because it's 10:30,

and the supper will

be starting soon.

And remember! You don't come in

until you hear the tray fall,

on the line:

"Don't you hear a strange noise".

That's right. You've got it.

- Who is it?

- Are they going to stop?

Mr. Bigelow,

do you care to make a statement?

- What kind of a statement?

- We're going to broadcast these

events tonight. - Very interesting.

The radio audience wants all

possible angles on the ghost.

I'll tell you boys,

my angle is this:

When my good friend Joe Martin

bought this castle from

Mr. Donald Glourie,

it was understood that

a ghost went with it.

You see, Mr. Donald Glourie

is a Scotchman,

and the Scotch are a clever race.

Then I can quote you with saying

that the ghost is a fraud?

I'm not saying that.

Not precisely that.

Mr. Martin, if you don't

mind my saying so,

I don't think that costume

is quite appropriate

to a serious scientific

meeting like this.

Why, what do you mean?

I have to be faithful to the

spirit of this old castle, don't I?

And besides, I know of no one

in the United States

who has a better right than me

to a geniuine Scotch costume.

- Good eveining, Joe.

- Hello, Ed.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is Mr. E. L. Bigelow,

who does not believe in ghosts.

Say, why did you put

on a disguise?

In honor of your friend, the ghost!

Let me tell you, Ed Bigelow,

Tonight's meeting is scientific.

It is not a fancy dress party.

I'm quite aware, Joe, of the

importance of the gathering,

but why your own disguise?

I've just been explaining

that no one in the United States

has a better right.

And now folks, we're going to

hear some real Scotch music!

Dad!

Hello. Oh, you're all dressed up.

Are you coming downstairs?

I might come down later.

Is Donald there?

No, he's...gone.

Gone? Where?

I don't know. Away.

But he didn't tell me

he was leaving tonight.

You see, he was in a hurry.

And so am I.

Are you really coming down?

No, I don't think I will, now I...

I think you're right.

It will be terribly dull.

Goodnight, Peggy.

- Goodnight, Dad.

Well Donald, they're all here,

including Ed Bigelow.

We're going to have a fine time.

- Fine for you perhaps but for me...

All you've got to do is come in,

look like the ghost, and then leave.

I know. But it makes me

feel such a fool.

You're not backing out, are you?

Oh no. I promised to do it

and I shall do it,

to the best of my ability.

I have a little present

for you here. Look.

Oh yes. Thanks very much.

But I haven't been able

to get any whisky out of it.

I don't believe you

examined it very closely.

Nice idea, isn't it?

You like it?

- Oh yes, I love it.

I can hardly wait to see Ed

Bigelow's face when you blow in!

Now that's enough!

That's enough!

The music is beautiful, but we

mustn't have too much of it.

That's true, but why do

you have any at all?

You don't know about that.

You see, it's an old Scots'

custom during dinner.

- I don't see Mr. Donald Glourie.

- No, he's...he's gone away.

I see. I thought

perhaps that empty chair at the end

of the table had been saved for him.

That chair has been reserved for

our guest of honor:

Murdoch Glourie,

who died 200 years ago.

Murdoch!

Murdoch Glourie!

Aren't you afraid of

Murdoch Glourie?

I couldn't be afraid of anyone

I've known for such a long time.

I'd like to talk to you,

Murdoch Glourie.

And what can a beautiful young girl

have to say to a dreary old ghost?

When I first saw you that

night in the old castle,

I didn't know what...

Who you were.

Do you remember?

- Yes, I remember, Peggy.

That's the first time you've

called me by my name.

But when you say it, it sounds

as if you're really Donald.

But if he were speaking to you,

you wouldn't listen.

He won't speak to me again.

He's gone.

He wasn't very much

interested in me.

- I think you're mistaken, Peggy.

- How do you think that?

Well, because I know him.

He's one of those stupid men

who are afraid to be sincere.

He thought you were laughing at him.

I guess I was stupid too.

I couldn't say what was in my heart.

But if he were to come back and say

what's in his heart,

that he loves you?

If he loved me,

he wouldn't have gone away

without saying a word to me.

But he wants to say

a lot of words to you,

and he may not be

very far from here.

What would you say to him, Peggy?

I would tell him that I love him.

But he won't come back.

He will come back Peggy!

I promise you!

Silence!

Don't you hear a strange noise?

He's seen him!

The butler's seen him!

Look sharp everybody,

he's about to appear.

- Quiet, please be quiet.

- I don't see a thing!

- No, but you will.

- I've got my glasses on,

but I don't see anything unusual.

- Where is he?

That's funny,

I distinctly heard sounds like

rattling of chains and moaning.

- Chains and moaning?

- Yes, possibly the ghost

was just passing near here.

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