The Horn Blows at Midnight Page #3

So that settles that,

doesn't it?

Don't blow that horn... Athanael.

Athanael?

You know me?

Don't you recognize us? I'm Doremus.

Osidro. Fourth phalanx, tenth cohort.

Fallen angels!

Shh! Not so loud!

Fallen angels. I remember

the pictures on the wall.

You stay away from me.

Don't touch me.

Now, Athanael, keep cool.

We're throwing a little party

in our penthouse bungalow.

And we want you to drop in for a minute.

Well, I'm sorry,

but I haven't time.

Oh, what's

your hurry?

Wouldn't you like a little

excitement for a change?

There'll be plenty of

excitement when i blow this.

What-what kind

of a party?

Nothing much. Just a little sociability,

Some music.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry,

but at the moment,

I'm not interested

in-Music?

What kind of music?

Like you never heard before, Athanael.

Swing music.

Also, we have 8 or 10 beautiful girls.

You know they don't

interest me,

not 8 girls or 9 girls or-

10 beautiful girls,

you say?

Yes. You owe it

to yourself

to look the place over,

just out of curiosity.

Oh. Well, if you're

going to force me.

This-this is your place?

Yes.

Well! My, my! It's-

Really, it's-

It's revolting!

Athanael, we have everything we want-

Wine, women, song,

everything.

I know, but where are you finally

going to wind up? I've been told-

Just propaganda. They

have to tell you that,

or there'd be nobody left up there.

Listen, Athanael, everything

we've got is yours.

Mine? Really?

Allyou have to do is,

don't blow the horn.

Yes. That's

the chief thing.

Huh? The chief!

I nearly forgot!

Athanael, please, don't do it.

Athanael, please,

give us a break.

I'm sorry.

Orders are orders.

Good luck, boys.

And, uh,

happy landing.

I'm going to

throw him-

No, no! You know

what it means

to touch an angel

in violence.

What's the matter?

Don't cry. Whatever is making you

unhappy will be over with shortly.

It'll never be

over with.

Never, never, never.

Oh, yes, it will.

He doesn't love me anymore.

He's sending me away. I

won't go back home. I won't!

Well, you can't very well

go home if you're not alive.

Not alive?

Yes. You see, when the

breath leaves the body.

When the breath

leaves the body?

Yes! Yes.

That's the answer

to everything.

It's all clear now.

Well, I'm happy

to have been of service.

He wanted me to go home.

This'll show him.

Wait a minute! Wait!

Let me go! Let me go!

You mustn't!

You mustn't!

Let me go! Let me go!

No, no! You can't!

Why not? It's your own idea!

Suicide is a mortal sin!

Let go of me!

Be patient.

Just another minute.

No! I won't be

talked out of it.

Let me go!

I've changed

my mind! Save me!

D- don't g-get nervous!

Don't let go!

Don't let go!

Keep hold!

Don't let go!

Who wants to let go?!

Can't you pull me up?

Yes, if you stop

pulling me down!

Steady. That's fine.

For a minute, it looked

bad, but we're ok now.

Hang on! Hang on!

Keep cool!

Don't look down.

You'll get dizzy.

Hang on!

Be careful!

You're tearing my dress!

Oh, pardon me.

Oh, my!

I've got to blow

that trumpet!

Midnight!

Let go! Please!

Help! Help me!

Elizabeth, Elizabeth.

Chief, please.

Who are you calling?

Doesn't matter.

They won't answer.

I failed...

and I can't go back.

I can't go back.

Did you hear what happened

to Athanael last night?

Did I? He won't be using

this chair anymore.

Is he officially

a fallen angel?

Not yet...

but he will be.

I knew

he'd never make it.

Well, he certainly put

the chief on the spot.

Athanael-That nitwit!

That bungler!

I should have had

more sense.

But I'm sure

it wasn't his fault.

I know he can explain.

That's more than I can

do for the front office!

You don't know what i

just went through in there.

Oh, chief,

they're not going to-

I mean, they won't-

And why not?

Why should Athanael be treated

differently than any other angel?

Because he's such

a good angel.

He has such a soft,

tender heart.

Yes, and such

a soft, tender head!

How could you

ever recommend

that harebrained,

horn-tooting nincompoop?

Oh, chief!

Now don't start

with that!

My poor Athanael, my

poor little nincompoop.

Elizabeth,

don't do that!

Please stop,

Elizabeth.

You know I can't stand

to see an angel cry,

especially you.

My poor little Athanael...

what's going

to become of him?

Now what's going to

become of me?

You fellows

have to help me.

I sat up all last night

wondering if-

Am I really

a fallen angel?

You ain't little bo peep, brother!

I can't believe it.

You were telling me the

truth last night, weren't you?

Oh, sure, sure!

Everything's swell

for us down here.

Oh, maybe it isn't

so bad after all.

No... except

for the twinges.

The twinges?

Every 60 minutes.

We get them

but they're nothing. You

get used to them in time.

By the way,

what time is it?

7:
29 and 1/2.

Stand back,

Athanael!

Here it comes.

Can I do anything?

Can I help?

Are you- are you

all right, brother?

We will be in a second.

That's what you call

a twinge?

Yeah. That one wasn't

so bad, was it?

Comparatively mild.

And you get those

every 60 minutes?

Yep. Every time the

clock says half-Past,

like a radio

commercial.

It's just one

of those cute punishments

the front office

dreamed up.

Well, that's something

to look forward to.

We're all right

for another hour.

Blll!

Now, what about him?

What do you mean,

what about him?

We can't just let the

poor sucker stand there.

Let's get him a room

in the hotel.

We've got to

give him a start,

if only for

"auld lang syne".

What did "auld lang syne"

ever do for us?

Don't be callous.

After all, Osidro, we

are birds of a feather.

As one Whippoorwill to

another, what would you suggest?

Well, fellows,

I think that-

We could make him a dealer

in one of our gambling joints.

Him? He couldn't even deal off the top.

Well, fellows,

I think-

I know. We could

let him handle

Those black-Market

coat hangers.

No, don't you remember we sold

all those to the government?

I'll tell you what

he can do.

He can peddle that shipment

of stolen girdles.

Brilliant, Osidro!

But, fellows,

please,

if i must have an occupation

down here like you said

Couldn't it be something

that I know

something about?

As for instance,

what?

Well, I do play a pretty good trumpet.

If you're wise,

you'll listen to us.

The business for you

is hot girdles.

But I've never handled

a girdle, hot or cold.

I don't even know

what a girdle is.

Now, please, couldn't

i just play my trumpet?

All right, Athanael,

if that's what you want.

Get sherman starr

on the phone.

Not that I've got anything

against girdles. It's-

Hello. I want mr. Starr,

circle 6-1250.

Now, remember, you thought

of this yourself.

Pardon me. Mr. Starr,

what are they doing?

Jitterbugging, but they're all pooped.

They've been working the

swing shift all night.

They're tired.

I see.

So now they're resting.

Come on, buster.

Get out of here!

Come on. Come on. Get that set up.

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