The Lady Vanishes Page #8

l told my husband when l left

him that l wouldn't see him again.

Gilbert! Gilbert!

-By gad, we're off.

-This gives us a chance.

Come on, keep going.

-Do you know how to control this?

-l watched the fellow start it.

l know something. Once drove

a miniature engine in Dymchurch.

Good. l'll look out

for the points.

Blighters are chasing us.

Look.

We can't have far to go.

lt's time for me

to change the points.

We shall be in neutral territory.

That's not necessary.

The points will not be

changed over.

Please be seated.

There they are, just ahead of us.

Do you think you can stop it?

Hope so.

You'll keep quite still until

my friends arrive.

lf anyone leaves,

l shall have to shoot.

There's one thing

you don't know.

There's only one bullet left, if you

shoot me the others have a chance.

-You're in a difficult position.

-Sit down please.

All right.

Where the devil's Charters?

Go ahead, she's done it.

lt's all right, it's just my legs.

Or as they say in English,

jolly good luck to them.

l'm glad that's over. Heaven knows

what the government will say about it.

-Nothing at all. They'll hush it up.

-What?

Take your hand off that thing.

l've got to remember a tune.

Remember...

-Porter, sir?

-No, thanks.

We're home, Gilbert.

Stop humming that awful tune.

You must know it backwards.

l'm not taking any risks.

-Charles will be here to meet you?

-l expect so.

You'll be pretty busy

between now and Thursday.

l could meet you for lunch

or dinner, if you'd like it.

Sorry, l didn't mean that.

l've got to deliver this theme

song to Miss Froy...

and then l'm going to Yorkshire

and finish my book.

l see.

-Ready?

-Yes.

Ample time to catch the 6:50

to Manchester after all.

TEST MATCH ABANDONED

FLOODS:

-Any sign of Charles yet?

-No, l can't see him.

Well, this is where

we say goodbye.

What's the matter?

Charles?

Yes, you heartless, callous, selfish,

swollen-headed beast...

-Are you going anywhere?

-Foreign Office.

-Where are we going on our honeymoon?

-Somewhere quiet.

Somewhere where

there are no trains.

Mr. Callendar will

see you now.

-Wait a minute. lt's gone!

-What's gone?

-The tune. l've forgotten it!

-No! No!

Wait a minute.

Let me concentrate.

No, that's

the Wedding March.

lt's awful. l've done nothing

but sing it since that day.

Now l've forgotten

it completely.

-Miss Froy!

-Well, l'll be hanged.

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