The Mind Reader Page #5

I eat the best groceries

a couple of French chefs

can put together.

I drink

nothing but vintage wine.

That thing you got

in your kisser

is a sample of the heaters

the boss and I smoke.

I got a swell room right in

the boss's park Avenue joint.

They heat it and cool it

by electricity.

Mm. Who is your boss?

Mr. and Mrs.

Wilson Douglas Austin.

A jolly couple.

He's got controlling interest

in a big brunette

up on riverside drive

while the wife

is dancing around

with a shiny-haired gigolo

that used to be a barber.

And I'm collecting a salary

from each of them to play dumb.

Well, maybe you know

where I can get a job.

I'll do anything.

I'm flat.

If you were only back

in the old racket.

This Austin woman

is a pushover for mind readers,

crystal gazers...

Anything that's daffy.

Why, there's hardly

a week goes by

that she don't call on

three or four of them.

Why don't you

go back in the racket?

Nah, no, Frank.

Anything but that.

No, I'm all washed up.

Don't be a sucker!

What are you gonna do, starve?

The world

owes us all a living.

I'm getting mine, and I got

a plan where you can get yours.

You're my pal, and I ain't gonna

see you perish by the roadside.

Now, listen.

It reads

like a million dollars.

You said it.

She'll rub it in her hair.

Now,

get this straight.

It goes right there,

in place of this article.

Now, understand

you got to copy and print up

a whole new front page.

I see.

And we got to have it

the first thing

in the morning, early.

It's, uh...

I'm taking a big risk.

You're getting paid for it,

ain't you?

Hello.

Hello, honey.

Can you make it tonight,

baby?

You bet.

Great. Got a match?

Sure.

Here you are.

Thanks.

See you tonight.

Uh-huh.

She went for it

like a ton of brick.

She'll phone

for an appointment.

Swell.

Now here's all the dope.

You better write it down.

Shoot.

The husband's name

is Wilson Douglas Austin.

He's medium-complected,

getting bald.

About 5'10",

weighs around 180.

Got that?

Yep.

What about the gal?

Her name is Kent...

June Kent.

June Kent.

About 5'7",

weighs about 130...

One of them

willowy brunettes

with curves

like a 3rd Avenue "I."

Uh-huh.

What color eyes and hair?

Black as ink.

Go on.

They been playing house together

for almost two years.

He took her

out of the follies.

You're perfectly astounding,

Dr. munro.

Please go on.

[Deep voice]

What I see now

is of such a confidential nature

that I hesitate.

You must tell me.

I insist.

But, madam, it, uh...

Might alarm you.

Please.

As a special,

personal favor.

Very well, madam.

But remember,

the truth sometimes hurts.

I see your husband

in an apartment

with another woman.

A woman?

Who is she?

I see her name.

Jean. Jean.

No. June Kent.

What does

she look like?

Tall.

A striking brunette.

Very dark complexion.

Lustrous black eyes.

A colored woman?

Oh, no, no,

Mrs. Austin.

Your husband took her

out of the follies.

My dear,

he's simply marvelous.

What's his name?

Oh, Dr. munro.

Dr. munro...

M-u-n-r-o.

Oh, Dr. munro!

Oh, he told me

the most amazing things.

Oh, Dr. munro.

Tell me all about him.

The detectives and I

went there,

broke down the door,

and there he was.

Oh, my dear, he's just the man

I'm looking for.

This Dr. munro

is simply amazing.

Oh, Dr. munro.

Well, maybe he can tell me

a few things about George.

If there's

anything you want to know

of a confidential nature,

ask him.

And you say

he's good-looking?

Seven homes

since the first of the year.

Isn't that terrible?

[Normal voice]

It sure is.

I'll bet that Dr. munro

doesn't sleep nights.

No, he probably

doesn't at that.

Aren't you glad

I made you give it up?

[Chuckling]

Of course, dear.

And we've never

been happier in our lives.

Oh, what if we did have

a little tough luck at first?

You've got a good job now,

earning a nice salary.

And you told me

yourself

they may make you division

sales manager before long.

[Chuckles]

Let's change the subject.

To what?

To this.

The address is 148

west 59th street, apartment 6a.

Her name is Cooke...

Gloria Cooke.

She's a blonde.

Swell. Do you take him

there every day?

Just about.

You see, the stock exchange

closes at 3:
00.

Well, I pick up

Mr. holman around, uh, 4:00

and deliver him to her

about 4:
15.

What's his old lady

think he's doing?

Playing squash

at the racquet club.

[Laughs]

You know, my boss tells his

old lady that he's playing polo.

He's got a helmet

and a couple of mallets

he always takes along

in the car.

Does Mr. holman generally

have dinner at the hideout?

Never... I pick him up at 6:30

and drive him home for dinner.

Where he arrives all worn out

from playing squash.

[Laughter]

That's great, Joe.

Here. Get yourself

a house and lot.

Thanks.

[Deep voice] Your reading

has ended, Mrs. holman.

I can't continue.

Please go on...

I can tell by your face

that you know something

you don't want to tell me.

But,

my dear Mrs. holman,

it is of such a...

A delicate nature that...

That I must ask you

to excuse me.

Dr. munro,

I promised you $500.

I'll double that amount

if you'll go on.

$1,000?

You mean that?

I certainly do.

I'm dying of curiosity.

But remember, Mrs. holman,

the truth sometimes hurts.

I see your husband

embroiled with another woman...

A blonde.

The apartment number

is...

6a.

Wretch!

The dirty sneak!

And all the time he told me

that he was playing squash.

[Muffled upbeat music playing]

Don, open that door!

Don, open that door,

or I'll break it down!

I know you're in there

with that blonde hussy!

[Metal clangs]

[Music continues]

Man:
Mrs. holman,

is that your husband?

It certainly is.

I'd know those feet

anyplace in the world.

Hello, Alice.

Hello.

Oh, Mrs. Chandler,

mama says she can't go shopping

with you this afternoon.

Why not?

She has a headache

or something.

Must be awful

because she's crying.

Where is she, dear?

In the bedroom, but she told me

not to bother her.

[Crying]

Why, Ellen, honey,

what's the matter?

I'm leaving.

Never coming back.

I'm taking Alice

with me, too.

If he thinks

he can get away with...

Well, wait a minute. Leaving?

Why? What's happened?

Ralph.

He's got another woman.

I've suspected it for months,

but this morning...

Well, I found out

all about it.

You mean

you actually caught him?

Same thing. It's been

torturing me for weeks.

I had to make sure.

I couldn't stand it any longer,

so I went to Dr. munro.

The fortune teller?

He told me

the girl's name,

gave me the address

of the apartment,

and the hours

Ralph is with her.

And those are exactly the hours

he's away from home.

It's true!

I know it! I feel it is!

And Alice and I

are getting out forever!

Oh, Ellen, you're not going to

give up a home and happiness

just because some idiot

has put a lot of nonsense

into your head.

Oh, don't believe it.

It isn't true, any of it.

It must be true. Haven't you

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