The Night Has Eyes Page #7

Standing there so quietly

while I planted the little bunny.

A proper sly piece, isn't she.

You're right.

I shall have to get Jim

to pull your throat out.

How shall we do it?

We can take her upstairs

and do it there.

Then plant her by his bedside.

When he wakes up, tell him he did it.

He'll be more under us than ever, then.

I think you're wrong, Jim. He's so

high-minded he might give himself up.

Aye.

Perhaps the Puttock Hag

is better after all

I think you're right, Jim.

Really I do.

Hurry up.

She's coming to, Jim.

You didn't hit her hard enough.

I will next time.

Ahh!

Go on, scream.

There's nobody to hear you.

Why did you this to Stephen?

Why do people do most things? Money.

And he paid us very well,

didn't he Jim, to look after him.

Us knowing his weakness for killing.

He didn't kill .. I know that now.

Those animals he found dead.

Even Cain.

You killed them!

Not bad. You've got brains.

Those sleeping tablets.

They just make him unconscious, while

you planted dead things in his hands.

Proper funny the way he took them and

thought they were doing him good.

You must have planned this

all from the very beginning.

When you were his nurse in hospital.

That's right. I did.

You're evil.

To have him dependent on you,

and yet to make him suffer.

There was fun in that.

To watch him try to escape and jerk him

back as he thought he was getting free.

It was real fun, that was. Ha ha.

Get her, Jim!

Thought you'd get away, eh?

Just like your Evelyn, and she ended

up in Puttock Hag as you're going to.

You killed Evelyn?

Yes.

She got the same bee

in her bonnet as you.

Of course one thing we couldn't have was a

specialist coming and finding he was sane.

So we had to stop her.

A rare cool one, Mrs "R", isn't she.

Jim, we're wasting time.

Will you do it or shall I?

Let me.

I've never done it before.

[ Gunshot! ]

Ahh!

Don't move! Either of you.

I'm sorry I had to let

you go through all this.

I had got to hear

everything they had to say.

I've been following from the beginning.

You're surprised to see this,

aren't you Mrs Ranger?

It's my one secret you

haven't shared with me.

I brought it back from Spain and kept it

by me. It's been a great comfort to me.

Every night I look at it and I think ..

If every it does become unbearable,

before they start chaining me down.

There is always this way out.

And now it seems there

is another use for it.

You killed Evelyn.

You were going to kill me,

only I took longer to die.

Think of it:
to be sane,

and think you were mad.

Well .. what are you

going to do about it?

I'm going to take you to

Pensley, to the Police.

And charge us with the

murder of Evelyn Prentice?

Spinster of God-knows-what parish.

Oh, don't make me laugh.

Where is your evidence?

A story told by this

hysterical girl and you.

A man whose actions for years

have been those of an idiot.

Besides, you can't have

a murder without a body.

And I can see them draining

the Puttock for that.

Alright, Mrs Ranger.

I'll convict you and sentence you myself.

No, Stephen. No.

I'd like to shoot you and watch you die.

But I'll not be your executioner.

I'll leave the judgment to that.

You see those three paths?

Well, you know the story.

One of those goes through to the other

side, the other two end in slime.

You can take your choice.

And if you choose wrong, you can

think of Evelyn as you go down.

He means it.

You had better start.

I might change my mind.

I'm thankful for every moment you've

suffered these last .. five .. years.

Come on. Come on.

We'll take the left.

No. Centre .. centre.

To the left. Trust me, I know.

Get off me or he'll

kill us if you don't.

Pull yourself together.

I tell you we're alright.

They are going to get across.

I said to you this is the wrong path.

Shut up.

I'm going back.

And have him shoot you?

I don't care. I'm not

going to die in the bog.

I'm going back.

Stephen it's .. it's horrible.

If only they had chosen right.

They did.

That's why I let them go.

This is the path that goes across.

T-G

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