The Golden Arrow

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What? What is this? Hey there!

What's going on?

What the ..?

What's going on? What is this?

Mad people.

If they can't think they can get

away with that. I'll put a stop to it.

Who's bathroom was that, G.G.?

I have no idea.

Aubrey Rutherford the 2nd.

Oh sure, I've heard of him somewhere.

Here is your liquor, William Tell.

I saw his name in the

social register didn't I?

Well.

Yes, he's very much in that. I sometimes

meet him at my aunt's in Paris.

Why don't you bring him over, Peter?

I'm afraid he's here

for quiet, Hortense.

Oh I see. Hard to meet, huh?

Good evening.

Look at those.

Why, they are arrows.

Shot at me while I was bathing!

They're really harmless little things.

Harmless?

Will you get rid of those

ruffians from the other wing.

Oh positively not.

Well, call the police then.

It mustn't be thought of.

Well ..

Are you out of your mind?

The young lady giving that party is

Miss Hortense Burke-Meyers.

Who is she?

The richest girl in the world.

Distressing, isn't it.

I've never heard of her.

Well probably not. There are so many

"richest girls in the world" today.

Anyhow, she is one them.

Her father used to own a corner

drugstore somewhere in Oklahoma.

First, nature presented

him with Hortense.

And then, as if that weren't enough.

With an oil gusher in his back yard.

Oil and Hortense make

a terrible mixture.

Oh, I wonder what boat that is.

Why, that's ..

What?

I don't know.

Well, you look like you did.

Well, I thought at first ..

Bridge?

Okay with me.

Oh, I can't stay. I'm sorry.

You can't? Well, I thought that ..

You must forgive me. A week ago

Mrs Winton asked me to join her party.

I almost forgot.

Oh.

But I may see you soon?

Oh sure. We're riding tomorrow.

Oh tomorrow, I have some

important business.

Oh.

But I'll be back soon.

Well, I see.

Goodnight .. goodnight.

Well that's got all the

earmarks of a polite walk-out.

I think probably G.G. got an

eyeful of the Appleby yacht.

Is that Miss Appleby's yacht?

That's Daisy's.

Now there are two of you.

Well, I never knew she was coming here.

I wonder if G.G. knew.

Probably he and his Russian highness

in there, met her on the Riviera.

Come on out here everybody

and look at this swell boat.

Hey, that's Daisy Appleby's boat.

Oh, Daisy is back again.

How adorable. Oh, you must meet

her, Hortense. You'll love her.

Oh maybe I will.

One of you can bring her

to the party Saturday night.

Oh Peter, you do it.

If I can come, Hortense.

Well, can't you?

My aunt may arrive Saturday.

Oh.

But G.G. knows her.

Where is G.G.?

G.G. blew.

Really?

Yeah. I think he went rowing.

Take me out to Miss Appleby's yacht.

Yes, sir.

Good evening.

Miss Appleby?

Miss Appleby has retired

for the evening, sir.

Oh. Well then, I shall

leave these for her.

Very well, sir.

Goodnight.

No Rogers, I don't

even want to look at it.

Let me see it.

Count Vittorio Guilliano.

Let me see.

That is all.

Pommesby, I'm sick of this racket.

Oh come now. Everybody likes Florida.

We'll meet the same loafers here

we met last year on the Riviera.

I'll kill the first reporter

that comes aboard.

You cannot offend the press.

The cream would suffer.

Pommesby.

Someday, I am going to tell the world

what i think of Appleby facial creams.

They are so much mud.

Daisy ..

To Miss Appleby's yacht in a hurry.

Jones.

Which one?

What difference does it make?

It will be the wrong one anyway.

Mr Jones, we have a harbor in this town.

And in the harbor, Mr Jones, is a yacht.

And on the yacht is a Dame, Mr Jones.

And in her sock is 12

million dollars. Catch on?

Interview?

That's right.

But unfortunately Mr Jones,

she won't talk to anybody.

Would you, if you had

12 million dollars?

But you only get thirty a week, Mr Jones

so I would talk to her if I were you.

Catch on?

What's her name?

Daisy Appleby.

You've no doubt read

of her in public print.

Not in the public print Mr Smith.

In your newspaper.

Catch on?

By the way, if I come back with

the interview, do I get a raise?

No.

Well I was just asking to see if you

were the kind of man I thought you were.

You are.

Good day, Mr Smith .. catch on?

Morning.

Oh. Good morning.

Is Miss Appleby at home?

On board, I mean?

What name please?

Jones.

I'll see.

A Mr Jones to see Miss Appleby.

Jones?

What a refreshingly simple name.

I hope I know him, Pommesby.

Jones ..?

Oh yes, of course.

Do you mean Cliff Horton-Jones?

I have a letter from him.

You never get names right.

He looks human.

Who is he, Pommesby?

The family are prominent, but they

have recently lost their money.

The young man wrote to ask if he may talk

to you about selling his father's yacht.

Well, let's.

Bring him here.

But you will have to talk to him.

He can't see me this way.

Tell him that I once met his father and

mother when the Seahawk was at Cannes.

That's the boat he

wants to see you about.

Don't come back too soon, Pommesby.

Miss Appleby will see you, sir.

No fooling?

Yes, sir.

Follow me, sir.

How do you do.

I'm Daisy Appleby.

Well, it's kind of you to

see me, Miss Appleby.

Won't you sit down?

Oh, thanks.

I came to see you about ..

I don't know a thing about boats.

No?

No, this is the only one I've ever had.

She's beautiful.

Oh, but she rolls terribly.

Oh .. like that?

Uhuh.

But that doesn't mean a boat

isn't seaworthy. Do you think so?

Well, sometimes.

Of course, I don't suppose a

rolling boat bothers you much.

Oh no.

Miss Pommesby says she's

seen your Seahawk.

She's my guardian. She's been

with me ever since I left school.

You'll meet her later.

Will I?

By the way, do you swim?

Yes.

Like to? I was just going in.

Well, I ..

There's suits in the dressing room.

Right through that door there.

Oh.

Thanks.

Right across the passage.

Pommesby, I ..

What did he say?

Oh nothing much.

What?

Well, he hasn't had time yet.

I just came in to tell you that

I asked him to go for a swim.

Well, I thought the cold water might

knock the shyness out of him.

Well, I suppose it's alright.

Pommesby, who did you

say his people were?

His father was a banker, before

the crash. Back Bay, Boston.

They are as old as the Adams family,

Well, he's he first human

I have met in months.

Oh, really.

Cigarette?

Thank you.

Say, Miss Appleby is sort-of

nuts about boats, isn't she?

I couldn't say, sir.

Gee, I wish I knew more about

them. I could draw her out.

If I can be any help.

No, I doubt I can draw her out anyway.

Did you find something to fit you?

Yes.

Swell.

Let's duck, shall we.

Alright. If you think there is enough

room in there for both of us.

Just about.

Come on.

It's almost better than taking a bath.

Not quite. There is a slight difference.

Why not swim in the pool the boat is in?

Much more room and no sharks.

It's better here. Cold out there.

It won't be next month.

You here that long?

I hope so.

How about a little sun?

Okay,

You know.

I wish you'd been on

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