The House That Dripped Blood Page #2

That I wasn't believable

in the parts I played.

Hello?

Could I speak

to Mrs. Hillier, please?

Yes, speaking.

This is Detective Inspector Chapman

from Scotland Yard, madam.

I'm calling from Dr. Andrews's office.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news.

We've found your husband dead.

Doctor Andrews is murdered too.

Hello, Mrs. Hillier.

Hello?

The police say they've

found Dr. Andrews's body

and that Charles has

been strangled as well.

That's right.

Both of them are quite dead.

Andrews first and then Charles.

But...

It was very easy.

Much easier than I'd imagined.

But that wasn't the plan!

The point was to prove Charles insane.

It's better this way.

Much better.

But don't you see?

They'll be looking for a killer.

Perhaps, they'll come

looking for you, Richard.

Richard?

I don't know anyone called Richard.

My name is Dominick.

We found him standing

over her body, laughing.

It's not all him, you know.

It's that house.

The house?

Yes, there's something strange about it.

Listen, sergeant,

I'm interested in facts

not fantasies.

Very well, sir.

Consider this.

When that house was empty again,

the estate agent rented

it out to a new tenant.

A retired stockbroker from the city.

A Mr. Philip Grayson.

Interesting house.

Yes it is, for the right person.

You're retired, aren't you?

Yes.

Businessman?

Yes.

Oh, I see.

Wife?

I beg your pardon?

Are you married?

No, I've never been married.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

I was just thinking you

might get rather bored

living all alone in this house.

I'm used to being alone.

As a matter of fact, I'm

looking forward to living here.

And doing some of the things

I had little time to do

when I was working.

Gardening, reading, listening to music.

Oh, no.

I shan't be bored.

She is beautiful, isn't she?

My Salome.

Oh, yes.

Yes, it's very well done.

Perhaps she reminds you of someone?

You see, she has a

strange effect on people.

They seem to see in her

all sorts of things.

Was she modeled from life?

You might say that.

Who was the model?

My wife.

She must be a very beautiful woman.

She's dead.

Murdered.

No doubt you've seen

the rest of the figures

in my exhibition.

They're all murderers.

That's what the public wants to see.

But you said your,

the model you used for

Salome was a victim.

A victim, yes.

And also a murderess.

I found her one day holding an ax.

And nearby, the body of my dearest friend.

It was the state that murdered her.

I made a waxen image

of her body, her face.

I wanted to preserve her beauty forever.

And now, men come and stare

at her the way you did.

You will come again, won't you?

Even though you know.

No.

No, I don't think I shall.

Thank you, goodbye.

My dear Philip.

Neville!

Friends?

Yes, yes, of course.

Aren't you gonna invite me in?

Forgive me, come on in.

I was so surprised to see you.

So this is where you've

been hiding yourself.

I never thought I'd see you

in this part of the world.

Can I offer you a drink?

Thank you.

Scotch?

Lovely.

I was travelling north on business.

Then I remembered you had a place

about a mile from the road

so I thought I'd drop in and surprise you.

To tell you the truth, I

was getting a bit lonely.

Will you stay to dinner?

Overnight if you wish.

I've got lots of room.

You sound as though you'd be afraid

to be left here on your own.

That's past now.

And with me.

We could never have won her, Philip.

Either of us.

We're not winners, you and I.

Anyway, it was a long time ago.

Now she's dead.

How do you manage to occupy

yourself here all day?

Oh, I have plenty to do.

I read, listen to music, do the garden.

And I walk into town occasionally,

when the weather is nice.

That reminds me, I must pop in myself

and get some tobacco before I leave.

Can I give you a lift in?

Well, I wasn't going

in but, well, why not?

Rather a good antique shop here.

I used to collect those when I was a kid.

Did you?

Would you like that swan

as a souvenir of your visit?

I wouldn't know what to do with it.

Unless you filled it with apple strudel.

I must say things are

very much cheaper here

than they are in London.

They always are aren't they?

Good lord!

There's a waxworks museum here.

Yes.

Let's go and have a quick look see.

Oh no.

It's sure to be dull and

it's such a nice day.

I haven't seen one since I was a kid.

Come on!

Yes, you're quite right.

It is rather dull.

Let's go.

Wait a minute, what's over here?

Neville.

It's stuffy in here.

Let's go.

She's beautiful.

She's almost alive.

She's lovely.

Goodbye, Philip.

Thanks for being such a marvelous host.

Not at all, it was my pleasure.

I'm only sorry you can't stay.

No, I'd better fly back, I'm late now.

Sure I can't give you a lift into town?

No thanks, I'm not going in today.

I'll be off then.

Bye.

Cheerio.

Take care of yourself.

Thanks for everything.

Chow.

Neville?

I helped myself.

Neville, I saw you at that museum.

I know.

I came back to apologize.

I don't know why I went there.

I do.

It was the face of Salome, wasn't it?

Yes.

It was uncanny.

It was almost as though...

As though she was standing there?

Yes.

It's exactly what I felt.

That's why I tried to persuade you

not to go into that museum.

There's something evil about that place.

Yes, there is.

And I don't think either of us

should go there again, ever.

No.

Well.

Would you like to stay here tonight?

No, I should have left

before now as it is.

Philip, I'm sorry.

It was silly of me.

Take care of yourself.

Take care on the road.

I always do.

Bye.

Good luck.

Hello?

Hello Philip, this is Neville.

Well, hello Neville.

Anything wrong?

I'm still at the village.

I'm staying at the hotel.

The Queens Head?

I know it sounds absurd Philip

but I can't leave here.

I've got to go back to that place.

Don't go there!

You stay where you are.

I'll be right over.

Neville?

I told you that my wife was guillotined

because she'd murdered my best friend.

Well, it was I who killed him

and made sure she was found near him.

Can you guess why?

The authorities let me have her body.

And I embalmed her in all her beauty

so that she would be mine forever.

But she drew men to her

even after her death.

Others came and admired her

like your friend and you.

But you shall never have her.

None of you.

She is beautiful, isn't she?

My Salome.

And Henderson moved in next.

No, sir, there was

someone else before him.

Another disaster?

Of a sort.

But not like the others.

Not like the others at all.

It's that house, there's

something about it.

What?

I don't know, sir.

I see.

Well.

I think it's about time I paid a call

on the gentleman who's responsible

for renting that house.

What's his name, Stoker?

I tried to warn them.

Warn them of what?

The house.

But what about it?

Haven't you guessed its secret yet?

What secret?

What sort of a place do

you live in, inspector?

Well, a plain ordinary flat.

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