The Return of Doctor X Page #4

Of course, Dr. Flegg.

Forget everything and everyone

you saw at my home last night.

We'll call it professional ethics.

Yes, sir.

Oh...

What did you say that girl's name was?

The one we used yesterday

for the transfusion?

Joan. Joan Vance.

- A nurse here, you said?

- Yes.

I always like to keep my

list of group ones complete.

- Have you her home address?

- 1233 South Cedar.

Thank you.

Now, do you still think

he's an innocent bystander?

I still don't think he's a

murderer, if that's what you mean.

All right, what would

you think if I told you

that Angela Merrova paid him

a little visit last night,

and she had a blood transfusion?

Now, do you still think I'm wacky?

- You're sure it was Merrova?

- Am I sure?

Brother, there's a

face I'll never forget.

And another thing I'd

like to point out to you.

Did you notice the peculiar

coloring on that kisser of Quesne's?

Yeah.

- Like a piece of white marble.

- Like something dead, huh?

Yeah, I remember

when I shook his hand,

it was cold and lifeless

like a dead person's.

What do you think is

the matter with him?

I don't know.

Flegg says he's suffering

from a severe shock.

Well, whatever it is, Merrova has

got that same cold, graveyard look.

Mike, you gotta help me out.

Every newspaperman in

town is giving me the rib.

You suppose we could

have a talk with Merrova?

There are a few questions

I'd like to ask her.

Well, we could try.

I'd like to ask her a couple myself.

How about tonight?

Oh, I can't make it tonight.

I've got a date with Joan.

Oh, why don't you break it?

This is no time for dames.

Walt, I can't do it.

I'll tell you what we'll

do. We'll take her along.

You can drop us at

the Club El Rey later.

Okay, that's a deal.

- We'll be at Merrova's at 9:00.

- Okay.

I've got a table reserved at the

Club El Rey. This won't take long.

I don't mind waiting.

616 is right down here.

Here.

Last time I was up here, she

left the door open and I fell in.

I guess she left the door open again.

- Is that you, Dr. Flegg?

- No, ma'am. It's not.

What are you doing here?

What right have you to come

into my apartment like this?

Now, take it easy, Miss Merrova. We

just wanna have a little talk with you.

I have nothing to say

to you, Mr. Garrett.

And so please get out.

That girl's always passing out.

Her hands are as cold as ice.

Is that whisky over there?

Yeah.

Here you are, Mike.

- Thank you.

- Gee, it's sure lucky we dropped in.

This is Dr. Rhodes of the Jules

Hospital. He can probably help you.

I don't need any help. I'm all right.

Besides, I expect

my doctor any moment.

Well, would you mind answering

a few questions before he comes?

What kind of questions?

Are you anemic?

Has Dr. Flegg been your

physician for some time?

Why, yes. Several years.

- Why do you ask?

- Did he ever make a blood test of you?

You see, we're trying to find out if

you are a group number one blood type.

I'm not sure, but I think so.

Why do you want to know these things?

Because we think you can help us.

Somewhere in this city,

there is a murderer at large.

The only possible clue we have is

that he seems to be interested in

obtaining type number one blood.

Yesterday morning, a young

chap named Stanley Rodgers

was found murdered in his apartment.

He was type number one.

His body was completely

drained of blood.

Another thing.

The knife wound was identical to

that which Mr. Garrett found on you.

This is untrue.

Mr. Garrett suffers

from hallucinations.

Not since I was 14.

Remember, you may be helping

us to save someone else's life.

Very well.

It's true.

When you called me for an interview,

as I hung up the phone, I realized

someone had entered the room.

I was terrified.

A hand went over my mouth

and then I felt a

sharp pain on my chest.

Then I lost consciousness.

That's when I found you

lying there on the floor.

- I suppose so.

- But where did you disappear to?

I don't know.

All I know is that the next

morning I woke up in this room.

Why didn't you tell all

of this to the police?

I didn't want this kind of publicity.

But can't you just give us

a hint on who stabbed you

and where he took you afterward?

I'll be all right as soon

as Dr. Flegg gets here.

I'll see you tomorrow morning

at 10:
00 in your office.

Then I'll tell you all.

Good evening.

Dr. Flegg was out. The

nurse gave me the message.

I came to see if there

was anything I could do.

- How do you do, Dr. Rhodes?

- How do you do?

And...

This is Mr. Garrett.

Walt, this is Dr. Quesne.

Pleased to meet you.

Yes, how do you do, Mr. Garrett?

I'm sorry to disturb you, gentlemen,

but as you can see Miss Merrova is

ill.

Yeah. We were just leaving.

Yes. That's very considerate of you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

By the way, Doctor,

I haven't forgotten that you and I are

to have that talk on blood composition.

Yes, sir.

I told you I was

right about that dame.

- I'm gonna go tell the boss.

- You could drop us off at the club.

Ah, no, Mike. You gotta come along.

He won't believe me.

- Success?

- You bet.

- But, Walt, I can't...

- Then we're ready to go, huh?

Well, I tell you, Joan.

Walt wanted me to drop

by and see the boss...

Who does he think he

is, Rip van Winkle?

- Sure this is the right house?

- Yeah, this is the place, all right.

Hey, boss.

- Hello, chief.

- You!

What's the idea of ringing my

doorbell at this time of night?

What do you think this is? Halloween?

- He's always kidding.

- Kidding!

Get away from here, you...

You Wichita Frankenstein!

Now, take it easy, will you, boss?

I really got a great story for you

this time. You gotta listen to me.

Come on in.

- What is it?

- I bet you can't guess where I've been.

So, now it's riddles.

Come to the point, Garrett.

I was over to see

Angela Merrova tonight.

Merrova? You blockhead!

You want her suing the

paper for another $100,000?

You can forget all about that suit.

That dame really was stabbed, just

like I told you. She admitted it.

- What?

- Yes, sir, and she's gonna be down

at the office in the morning

and give you the whole story.

Say, this isn't another one

of your screwy ideas, is it?

No, boss. It's on the

level. I take an oath.

This is Dr. Rhodes, a friend

of mine from Jules Hospital.

Well, he was with me all

the time. Tell him, Mike.

- He's right, sir.

- Well!

Could you picture that,

boss, a four-column story?

"Actress to reveal truth.

"Angela Merrova tells all in the

office of The Morning Dispatch. "

- Boss, I tell you, it's sensational.

- It's terrific. Come on.

Won't The Evening

Bulletin be surprised?

I'm going to make them print an apology

for the apology they made us print.

- Garrett, I misjudged you.

- Yes, sir.

Hello, Andy. Hold the

presses for a morning extra.

Angela Merrova is coming to

my office in the morning and...

What?

- If she does, I'm not gonna be here.

- What do you mean?

I just got a flash. She's dead.

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