The Night Has Eyes Page #4

like a human-being.

A good bath every now and

then doesn't do it any harm.

The only difference is ..

If the earth doesn't get any water,

it gets cracked up and dries.

With a human being it just gets smelly.

I don't mind a good bath

myself now and then.

Whenever I begin to see

people drawing away from me.

Jim Sturrock, I say .. Jimmy.

You're beginning to stink.

You get a nice view of

Puttock Hag down there.

You see them three

paths leading across it?

Don't you ever try walking on them.

Or you'll find yourself with

your head under the mud.

They say one of the paths

leads right across it.

Them that's tried to find out which

one, have never come back.

I reckon they've made a nice,

tasty morsel .. for Puttock.

Does no-one know the

path that leads across?

Well, Mr Stephen thinks he knows it.

He spends a lot of time

looking at Puttock.

It seems to draw him, somehow.

I hate leaving like this,

without knowing about Evelyn.

Go on. It's old Sourpuss

you're worrying about.

I hate leaving him, too.

Don't you see, Doris?

That report I found last night. And the

feeling I had just being in the room.

A whole lot of hooey. The sooner

you forget about it the better.

Please stop.

I'm going back.

Oh, don't be a fool, Marian.

I tell you Doris, I've got

to know about Evelyn.

Well, don't think I'm going

with you, because I'm not.

I'm going back to Bridgepool, for some

fun, bright lights and normal people.

Goodbye, Doris.

Hello .. did you forget something?

Mrs Ranger .. I had to come back.

It is Mr Stephen.

You've caught me with one of my

hobbies. Aren't they dear little things?

You see, I spin this into wool, and

then I make jumpers and suchlike.

I have a lot of village ladies who

love the little woollies I make.

Isn't she a pretty creature?

He's still asleep.

Mrs Ranger.

I suppose I'm not the first

visitor you've had here?

You mean tourists and suchlike?

Hah, short-shrift that sort gets.

Still. Sometimes there must be

people you can't turn away.

Walkers who get lost on the moor.

Or caught in a storm and coming

here for shelter as I did.

You know it's queer you should say that.

I suppose I ought not

to mention it, but ..

You don't look the sort that would talk.

I'm afraid it might hurt Mr Stephen

if he was reminded of it again.

Please tell me.

Alright, I will.

Come along, Emily.

It was almost a year ago, a girl came

here. She'd lost her way on the moors.

What was she like?

Dark. Very pretty.

She was a School Mistress.

After she left, they got some tale about

her going down in one of those bogs.

They even sent the Police

from Pensley up here.

Great gawks .. poking and prying

about to see which way she set off.

As if she'd lose her way in broad

daylight, walking back the way she came.

To Brick Fell?

That's right.

I didn't see her go. Jim and I

went down to Pensley that day.

Mr Stephen saw her off.

You are in love with him, aren't you?

Same as that one a year ago.

I suppose you're feeling ..

That given the time, there's a chance

that he'll grow very fond of you.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Understand, I'm not preaching. I don't

want to make trouble. Only, I like you.

I don't want to see

you get hurt. Or him.

How could he be hurt?

Easy.

I fancy you don't understand about him.

He's the best man I know.

I'm fond of him like my own son.

But he's no more use

now in the outside world.

Oh, I won't believe that.

Listen.

When they downed him in Spain I

watched that boy come back to life.

He hated the world and everything in it.

So he set a wall around

himself to shut out that world.

Every year now, he gets

further and further away from it.

But suppose I were

willing to share his life?

Cut off with him from the outside world.

A stranger is alright for a

break but not for a long time.

In a month, you'll be

rubbing his nerves raw.

I've still got to see him.

Alright.

I hope it will be easier now after

what I've said to you. Easier?

When he tells you to go ..

Hello, Jim.

Did you drop the lady at the station?

Aye. Right tasty bit of stuff, too.

Now, that's no way to

talk of a young lady.

Have you been drinking?

What, at this time of the morning?

They're not open.

Come here. Let me smell your breath.

He's right. They can't be open yet.

Has the floods done much damage?

I haven't had a chance to look yet.

The wall has crumbled,

on the other side of the gate.

There's a ruddy great hole there.

You'd better mend it then.

No. I'll leave that to the Master.

Knowing how fond he is of mortar.

I always said he should

have been a plasterer.

Get along now.

You ought to be working instead

of jabbering like an old woman.

Alright.

You look like could do with some sleep.

Why not go to your room and rest?

I'll call you when he wakes

Come on.

Psst.

Psst.

Psst.

Cain.

Cain.

Come here.

Come here you little rascal.

Aah!

What are you doing here?

I'm very sorry, Miss.

I meant no offense.

Only I came for my monkey.

I thought he might give you a fright.

Oh.

It wasn't him that gave me the fright.

Come here, you little brat.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself,

behaving like that in a lady's bedroom?

He's almost human though, Miss.

I shall never forget the first

time I took him to Pensley.

He found his way into the Ladies ..

[ Door knocks ]

Are you alright, my dear?

When I heard that scream,

I thought he'd got you.

What are you doing here?

Oh, it's alright. He only

came after his monkey.

Right. I came after my monkey.

You great blundering fool. You may have

scared her out of her life. Off you go!

Quick! Take your

monkey with you. Go on!

It's not a monkey. It's a Capuchin.

Go on!

Alright.

It's not a monkey.

And get on with your work!

Jim's got a heart of gold, but he's no

more brains than one of my rabbits.

Mr Stephen has been up for an hour.

When I last saw him, he was

going down to the stables.

Good morning.

Why are you still here?

Stephen, I know why

you don't want me here.

Not only me, but any woman.

I know that Evelyn was here.

Well?

Why didn't you tell me?

After all, she was my friend.

And now she's gone.

I want to know about her.

Alright, she was here. I sent her away.

Was it because she was in love with you?

Yes.

You didn't love her?

She could have helped you

if only you'd loved her.

I could help you, Stephen.

If I left here without trying,

I'd never feel right again.

This is all very high-minded of you.

You seem to regard me as a

sort-of male sleeping beauty ..

To be restored to life by your kiss.

No.

You're like someone who's been

thrown by a horse, or crashed a plane.

The one way to get your nerve back is to

get on a horse or go up in a plane again.

At once.

Go on.

The Spanish war was your crash.

A wound has been buried

alive by that shelling.

Above all, your

bitterness and frustration.

Oh, you've never even

tried to climb back.

You are still buried alive.

Cut off here from the world.

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