The Lady Vanishes Page #4

And I expect you don't remember

Miss Froy, either.

The little woman in tweed?

Oh! Thank you! Thank you.

I am not mad.

I am not in a delirium!

How shall we play it?

By confronting the Baroness.

There must be some misunderstanding.

There's no misunderstanding,

the Baroness lied.

Perhaps I misunderstood. No, you

didn't. You were a clinking interpreter.

You didn't slip up on a thing. I

think she's disguised as the doctor.

A wig to cover the fair curly hair.

You are not amusing. You seem to

forget that besides being a real person,

Miss Froy is still missing.

We need to act with some urgency.

Admittedly.

But it's a perplexing problem

and I do not care to act without

careful consideration.

What is he doing?

I think he's going to have a

cigarette. I'll find her myself.

He'll be back. I think it's better

that we wait for him.

He lends an air of authority that we

quite happily lack.

I'll wait as long as it takes to

smoke a cigarette.

You must be the most unselfish

person alive.

Am I right - Miss Froy is

a complete stranger to you?

Really, it's almost unnatural.

I'm not usually like this.

You see, the amusing part,

it's rather the other way round.

I can't understand myself a bit.

It's too easy to point the finger at a woman and declare

her hysterical or having seen a delirium. Yes, but...

No. Let me finish.

The whole thing - the sunstroke,

the people telling me it's a dream,

the jangling in my mind...

Even I started to think

I was going mad.

I don't want to waste any more time.

I know this sounds like some soppy picture,

but her people are expecting her home

and her fool of a dog meets

every train.

That upsets you?

This kind of pathetic emotion

is treason.

You don't care about family?

Seeing as I have none. Not since

I was too young to remember.

And don't you dare feel sorry for me.

Miss Carr. Your friend has

returned to the carriage.

Apparently she was talking to one of

the nurses in another compartment.

Of course she was.

Professor, Miss Froy has been

discovered

and I'm determined that you meet her.

Miss Froy!

You are not Miss Froy.

No. I am not Miss Froy.

I am Frau Kummer.

I told you this

when we had our tea together.

But...

No, this is not the woman.

I had tea with Miss Froy.

No. I am not mad. This isn't right.

Mrs Barnes met her.

She'll tell you this isn't her.

I will fetch Mrs Barnes

and we can put an end

to this silly charade. Excuse me.

My dear, you do look quite forlorn.

Is something wrong?

Would you mind awfully

if I let you into my confidence?

I have told the Reverend

we had to leave early

because I am missing our son.

You may be frank with us,

Mrs Barnes.

The Reverend and I met late in life.

Of course we understood the likelihood

of a child was virtually impossible,

so you can imagine our ecstasy

when our son Gabriel was born.

As you know,

the Reverend forbade all talk of him

while we were at the hotel.

His logic for doing so...

our devotion to him has,

the Reverend believes,

been tempting fate,

and now I'm...

Well, it appears the Reverend was

right. Fate has been...

I'm sorry to trouble you, Mrs

Barnes.

The, er, very emotional young lady

wants you to identify

the missing woman.

Well, can't she do that herself?

She says now that the lady is not

the original one, who,

according to her, is still missing.

Well, I hope she is the right one,

for your sake.

Because otherwise,

mark my words, she'll have you

hanging around Trieste and you'll

miss your connection to Milan.

But I have to return to England -

it's terribly urgent!

Still, one has to do one's duty.

Whatever the cost.

Oh, Kenneth, what are you doing?

I was worried.

I'm just helping the Professor

identify the woman who sent us our tea.

I'll come with you.

You're not well.

No, I insist. I should like to

thank the lady myself.

Excuse me. Sorry. Thank you.

I think I have the right waiter.

And by the way, he's very

proud of speaking English.

I want you to look at this lady.

Don't look at her clothes,

look at her face.

Now tell me -

is this the lady I had tea with?

Yes, tea.

You're sure?

Yes, madame, I am positive sure.

Thank you.

Erm, excuse me.

Ah. Edna, my dear, is this the lady

who ordered our tea?

This is the woman.

I'm very glad to be able to take

this opportunity to thank you

for your kindness.

She was part of a group of people

staying at the hotel.

They were no testimonial

for the English nation.

Their lack of propriety...

They were a party of near nudists, drinking

all day and all night. A complete nuisance.

And then there was the disgraceful

scene on the terrace yesterday.

Two women screaming about a man.

Over a man.

And everyone came out to watch.

She was one of the women.

I quite understand your feelings.

You see, my point in asking

your opinion is to see

whether or not

she could be hysterical.

Without a doubt. No, I don't think we can

judge whether or not the girl is hysterical.

Well, herein lies my dilemma.

Either the girl is telling a pack

of lies to get into the limelight

or she is suffering from a slight

delirium as a result of sunstroke.

If the story were true

and the governess was hiding,

she could be doing

so for a strong personal reason.

I think at this point we have to

say that this is your dilemma

and not ours.

Although we do empathise with

the situation this has put you in.

Sorry to be such a crashing bore.

I'm quite all right now, thank you.

I'm surprised the Professor let me

in here.

I think you two may have

got off on the wrong foot.

Look, I'll be honest with you.

You haven't given us one reason why

this woman would be worth abducting.

If she is real and it is true,

then how on earth is

she important enough to make this

whole charade worthwhile?

I wish I knew! And the worst thing is

she may have told me,

but honestly, she didn't stop

talking and so I stopped listening.

Well, do you know how she was

associated with the Baroness?

Her employer was

a member of the family.

The Baroness has a brother.

And there are rumours, er...

There was a story in the English papers about an

intellectual who was murdered for opposing the king.

It's the kind of thing that

happens all the time here,

but it's the first time that it's

got into the foreign press.

There is talk that the Baroness's

brother hunted him down

and shot him in broad daylight.

Ah, now there's

plenty of talk about other suspects.

But if it is the Baroness's brother... I hate

to burst your bubble. The brother was in Vienna.

You have to understand the Balkans

is a place heaving with conspiracies.

You cannot trust

anything anyone tells you.

No, don't you see? There's one

thing I'm certain of.

By bringing out Frau Kummer,

the Baroness has proved that

Miss Froy exists.

This has turned into something

terribly sinister.

Look, as much as I would like to

believe you, and I would,

I have to look at the facts.

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