The Man Who Wouldn't Die Page #3

- Oh.

- Let's take a look at the rest of the house. Hmm?

Say, how 'bout the servants? Do you think

any of them might have played ghost?

Oh, no. They've all been with us

for years and years.

- Course, Dr. Haggard hasn't, but-

- Who's Dr. Haggard?

Well, Dad has him working

on some experiments.

He's even fixed up a laboratory for him

in the basement.

Let's go down

and take a look at it. Hmm?

- Oh. No, I think we better ask the doctor first.

- No.

Let's say we don't ask the doctor.

Huh? Come on.

Here it is.

Say, this is some little layout

Dr. Jekyll's got here.

It's cost Dad a young fortune.

What, no electric trains, huh?

Oh, lookee.

Hey, what's

all this stuff for, huh?

Well, Dad hates the idea

that someday he's going to die.

- Simply can't stand it.

- Somebody must have told him the good die young.

- Go ahead.

- So for a long time, he's had Dr. Haggard...

experimenting with methods

to prolong life.

Most guys are satisfied to live

on borrowed time, but not your dad.

- No, he wants to buy it.

- All this equipment is supposed to give you...

vitamins "A" to "Z" in one jolt.

Uh-oh.

Here's something

that's not supposed to prolong life.

- What is it?

- .32s, and most of'em missing.

Holy smoke!

Then it was Dr. Haggard

who shot at me.

Now, take it easy, Kay.

Take it easy.

Don't get excited.

Here. Have a cigarette?

- No, thank you.

- No?

We mustn't jump

to conclusions like that.

Well, have a cigarette, Mr. Bones?

- Don't care if I do.

- Aw, I saw your lips move.

- Sorry.

- There you are.

Well, I still don't see

why he would want to kill me.

Course, I've always thought

he was an awful phony.

I've even told Dad so.

- That gives him a pretty good reason right there.

- Oh, but that's too fantastic.

Well, you see, maybe he figured

that with you out of the way...

he could go right on

fooling your old man.

Sounds logical, doesn't it?

Hey, look at this gadget.

Heh. A built-in radio.

- Maybe we can tune in on Buck Rogers.

- Oh, Mike...

- I'd get out of there if I were you.

- Aw, nonsense, my dear.

Why, in high school,

I was known as the young Steinmetz.

All you got to do

is understand electric-

Mike. Mike, look out.

Mike. Mike.

Mike, get upl Get up outta that ch-

Mike. Mike-

Oh, Mikel Mikel

Mike!

Mike! Mike, can you hear? Oh!

Mikel Mikel

Mike! Mike!

Oh, Dr. Haggard.

How do you feel?

I feel just like a neon sign.

You were very fortunate.

If that voltage hadn't have been so high,

you would have been electrocuted.

Say, if that's your idea of a practical joke,

I don't like it.

Practical joke? May I ask what you two

were doing in my laboratory?

Why, yes. Uh-

Oh-Oh, by the way, Dr. Haggard...

this is my husband, Roger Blake.

- How do you do, Mr. Blake?

- Maybe I better not...

shake hands the way I'm charged up.

Here. Drink this.

Go ahead. Drink it.

It'll do you good.

- Is my face changing?

- Well, you do look sort of funny.

Oh. There's no change then.

You see, I was telling Roger

about the ghost I saw last night...

and, well, we were just

looking over the house.

I can't imagine what my laboratory

would have to do...

with your fanciful story

about seeing a ghost.

Oh, but I did see one.

We even found the bullet.

- Oh, really?

- Uh, yes.

And as a matter of fact,

it was of the same caliber...

as the bullets we found

in this box.

- Those are mine, I believe.

- Oh, you own a. 32 automatic, eh, Doctor?

Why, yes. Or to be more precise,

I did own one.

You see, I lost it about three months ago

when I was out target practicing.

Hmm.

Planning on joining the army?

- No. Shooting's merely a hobby.

- Oh, I see. Mm-hmm.

Is there anything else

you'd like to know, Mr. Blake?

Uh, no. No, not right now.

Thanks. Come on, Kay.

Come here.

Just what did I tell you about

not mentioning this bullet to anybody?

Gee, Mike, it just slipped out.

Well, now, the next time it happens,

I'm gonna start charging you double.

I'm sorry. Really I am.

- What are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

I guess we'll have to tell your father

we found the bullet.

If we don't,

Haggard will anyway.

I'm glad

you showed me this, Roger.

Yeah, but why should anyone

want to take a shot at Kay?

I suppose I should have

mentioned this earlier...

but I didn't want

to frighten anyone.

Last night, I had a visitor.

He was a partner of mine

many years ago.

Our association

wasn't any too happy.

I finally fround proofr

he tried to cheat me.

To save myself,

I pulled out of the partnership.

Well, what did he want, Dad?

Money.

For years, he'd been broke.

Occasionally I tried to help him.

He was harmless.

- I felt sorry for him.

- And what happened?

Well, last night, he wasn't satisfied

with what I gave him.

Demanded an outrageous sum.

When I told him to go to the devil,

he became violent.

Blamed me for the death

of his wife and daughter.

Started to shout

as if he were crazy.

- Threatened me and my family.

- Why didn't you call the police?

Well, with this Senate investigation

going on...

I didn't feel

I could afford the notoriety.

But this man

may come back again.

I wouldn't worry about it, Kay.

We've already taken

the necessary precautions.

You called the burglar alarm company,

Dunning?

Yes, sir. The alarm

has been connected again.

So you see, Roger, should

our midnight visitor pay us another call...

- we're all ready for him.

- I hope you're right.

But personally,

I'm still a bit worried.

Naturally. Kay's your wife.

She's my daughter.

We both share

an equal responsibility.

Now if you will excuse me,

I have work to do.

Oh, Mr. Blake.

I hope Mr. Wolff's explanation...

takes care of your curiosity

about my gun.

Oh. Yeah, sure. My curiosity's

always getting me in trouble.

Don't give it another thought.

Well, I guess that accounts

for my ghost.

Yeah. Guess it does.

- Why are you locking the window?

- To keep the ghost out.

- Well, what about the burglar alarm?

- Oh, that's okay.

But suppose the ghosts

are already in the house.

Can't afford to take

any chances, you know.

- Oh.

- Of course, it might be a little stuffy for us.

- Us?

- Personally, I don't need much air.

Well, how 'bout it?

Shall we go to bed?

Mike.

- Mike, what are you looking for?

- Looking for my slippers.

Where'd Phillips put my slippers?

Oh, here they are.

Uh-oh.

- Mike, you don't think-

- No, I never think, honey.

Hey, wait a minute.

- What are you after?

- Say, is this a union-made mattress?

- Well, I don't know.

- Oh.

I thought not.

And I refuse to sleep in it.

Good night, kid.

Good night, pal.

Mm-hmm.

Can't use it.

Whoa.

I take, I take,

I take, I take.

Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

That does it. Gin. Gin.

Discard.

Oh, boy, did you catch me

with a load of tomatoes.

All right. Give me that gun, you-

Hey. Who are you?

- I'm the caretaker.

- Did you see somebody running through here?

Uh, no, sir.

Uh, may- may I ask who you are, sir?

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