The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Page #3

wanted by the police for drowning

12 little fiddles out.

The glockenspiel tries to escape

to his flat...

but the animals are too sharp for him.

In the leg!

In the neck!

In the face!

In the other place!

The glockenspiel is trapped,

his escape they are foiling.

So he jumps into a kettle drum

which is boiling!

Hooray, the bad old glockenspiel is dead

Happy little fiddle

and trumpet are wed

- Very good show.

- Oh, thank you, sir.

- See you at headquarters.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, you are so brave.

So strong! So handsome!

You like Cosette, no?

Rather.

Cheerio.

Will you please come up here?

Your milk toast is getting soggy!

Right-o, Mother!

If you'd gotten up on time,

you'd have made the 7:45.

There was no reason to oversleep!

I had to stay up and read those proofs

for Mr. Pierce.

Take a cab from the station,

never mind the expense.

I'll take it out of your allowance.

Good-bye, dear.

Hurry, now! Hurry, dear!

Bye! The rake!

And don't forget the birdseed

and unbleached muslin!

- Good-bye, Mother

- Good-bye, darling.

- May I?

- Pardon me.

Manhattan transfer.

Good-bye, darling.

Have a nice day at the office.

I'll see you at Mother's tonight.

Taxi!

Hello.

I thought you got off

at Manhattan transfer?

I just pretended to.

I was trying to avoid a masher.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry

if I gave the wrong impression...

Oh, it wasn't you. But I appreciate

your coming to my assistance.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Well, good-bye.

Oh, darling! You shouldn't have done it!

Oh, it's the loveliest bracelet

in the world!

Come! We'll go

to the dressmakers together.

What's the matter?

You've a good face.

Well, you've a good one too.

Don't be alarmed.

I'm not going to kiss you again.

I wasn't thinking about that.

I think I can trust you, Mr...

Mitty. Walter Mitty.

- My name is Rosalind van Hoorn.

- How do you do?

Gee, that's a pretty name.

I need your assistance, Mr. Mitty.

Will you help me?

- Me? How?

- I'm on my way to meet the Hollandia.

I'm being followed,

and I'm frightened.

Please come with me.

- You're frightened?

- Yes.

- And you want me to help you?

- Yes.

Gosh.

If you were along

I wouldn't have to worry.

Well, I guess I could

handle myself in a pinch.

I do a little boxing at the Y.

- Well, I'd like to see any masher try...

- Oh, you're very kind!

Never mind the Pierce building.

Go to Pier 47.

Yes, never mind...

Oh! Wait a minute!

I'm sorry! I'm late for the office.

I have to be...

Driver, will you stop the ca...

There it is now.

Please! Stop the cab!

Bye.

Here's my share of the cab ride.

That isn't necessary.

- Bye.

- Good-bye, Mr. Mitty.

- Oh!

- What's the matter?

My briefcase! I left it

in that cab!

It had all the proofs to "Air Aces"

in it! Mr. Pierce will kill me!

Here! Hold this, will you?

Taxi!

Pier 47, North River.

Karl Maasdam, Rotterdam.

Okay, Mr. Maasdam.

Excuse me, miss.

Did you see

a girl in a green dress?

She came in a cab.

It had my briefcase in it.

I didn't see the driver's face, but the

back of his head was kind of oblong.

- Uncle will be so glad to see you.

- Not more than I'll be glad to see him.

It's incredible.

I can't believe that he's still living.

You're quite sure

you came here unobserved?

Karl, you mustn't trouble yourself

anymore.

You're in safe hands now.

Miss van Hoorn.

Wait a minute!

My briefcase...

I left it in your taxicab.

I followed you all the way down here.

I'm sorry I put you to all that trouble.

- Mr. Maasdam, this is Mr. Mitty.

- How do you do?

- Is this what you are looking for?

- Yes. Thank you very much.

We're in a dreadful hurry. Would you

help the driver with the luggage?

- I'm terribly late...

- We can drop you off.

Okay. Sure.

- What was that?

- What?

- That click?

- I didn't hear nothing.

Sorry to keep rushing you like this

but our whole next issue is in here.

I'm in the publishing business.

We put out 31 magazines.

- He must be pretty tired.

- Yes, he's had quite a trip.

I guess he fell asleep.

- He's been stabbed!

- Stabbed?

What are we gonna do?

It's 10:
00.

I've never been this late before!

What are we gonna do?

Driver, take us to the nearest

police station!

Officer! Something terrible

has happened!

- This young lady and l...

- What young lady?

Officer, I wanna report a murder!

- Murder?

- Yes, sir. We have the body outside.

What?

The body is in this taxicab.

What taxicab?

Well, it was right here.

I drove up with a girl in green,

and we left the body in the taxicab.

- A yellow taxicab?

- No. A pink one.

- And the girl was in blue.

- No. Green.

Just as I thought!

This is a case for Scotland Yard!

No, no! Really, Officer.

Her name was Rosalind van Hoorn.

- And she said I had a nice face...

- Well, you have a nice face.

Now you go home and sleep it off.

Good morning, Mr. Mitty.

Good morning.

When do you take over

the First National Bank?

- What do you mean?

- You seem to be keeping bankers' hours.

Well, I have a very good excuse.

I went down to meet the Hollandia

to get my briefcase.

I was with a beautiful girl,

and coming back, a man was murdered.

Murdered right next to me

in a taxicab.

Then they all disappeared.

- Oh, they all disappeared?

- Yes, sir.

Why don't you tell the truth?

You fell asleep on the train!

No, sir!

Yes, sir?

I wanna tell you something

for your own good.

- You've been here for ten years.

- Eleven.

- Eleven is it?

- Yes.

If you don't stop this woolgathering

I'll have to take drastic action!

Oh, honest, Mr. Pierce.

This wasn't a daydream.

- I'm sure it wasn't.

- I've no time for your excuses.

- Where are those proofs?

- Right here in my briefcase.

I have them all read and corrected, sir.

- There they are.

- What's this?

My memorandum book.

Okay, we'll send these to press.

Here. You get busy

on "Sensational Murders."

"Sensational Murders"?

I don't want to be bothered. I have an

important board meeting this afternoon.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh!

Tell Joe to doctor up

that knifing story.

Lord Cecil was only stabbed once.

We've always given our readers

their money's worth.

Have him stabbed front and back

and in the side!

And save the heart for last!

Why should we stint

on things like that?

What's the matter with you?

Nothing, sir.

Oh, Mr. Mitty.

It's you.

- I want to apologize for this morning.

- Where'd you disappear to?

I went to make a phone call

and was advised to leave.

Uncle felt there was too much at stake

for me to be mixed up in what happened.

Uncle who?

Uncle Peter. He told me

to come here and get you.

- Get me?

- He wants to meet you.

I don't wanna get mixed up

in this thing either.

Besides, I've got some shopping to do

for my mother.

- Please come.

- I only have an hour for lunch.

And I'm supposed to be

back at the office at 1:30.

It'll only take a few minutes.

I promise.

Please?

Say, what happened to that taxicab?

What happened to the body?

- They took it away.

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