The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Page #4

- "They"? Who's they?

Uncle will explain everything.

- Hello, Tyler.

- How do you do?

- Tell my uncle Mr. Mitty is here.

- Yes, Miss van Hoorn.

We'll wait in the library.

He'll only be a moment.

Gee, that's pretty. The picture...

Do you mind if I look at it?

Of course not.

Do you like it?

- Oh, I love it.

- It's always frightened me.

Oh, I thought...

That's my favorite song..."Beautiful

Dreamer." I like the way you play it.

Mr. Van Hoorn is waiting

in the solarium.

Thank you, Tyler.

- Hello, Uncle.

- Hello, my dear.

Uncle Peter, this is Mr. Mitty.

- How are you, Mr. Mitty?

- Fine, thank you.

You are the young man who was

so kind to my niece this morning.

Oh, I really didn't do anything.

- You'll have a cup of tea with us.

- Tea?

- Yes, please do.

- All right.

Pardon me.

- Gee, these are beautiful.

- You like flowers?

Well, Mother likes them.

We're raising snapdragons now.

Only, I brought back petunias instead.

So I have to exchange them.

You know these bulbs came from Holland?

Oh, did they?

We get ours from Gerber's Feed Store.

Personally, I'd rather raise radishes.

They grow so fast,

and you can eat them.

- You like yours with cream?

- No. Just salt.

No. No cream. Thank you.

I thought she meant the radishes.

- Please sit down.

- Yes.

- Here you are, Uncle.

- Thank you, my dear.

The cover fell down.

There we are.

I asked Rosalind to bring you here...

because I wanted to tell you

that your life is in danger.

Danger?

You were present when poor Maasdam

was murdered this morning.

But that was a coincidence!

I was at the pier...

Just the same, Mr. Mitty.

You were there.

- And they might try to kill you too.

- Why?

Mr. Mitty, I can see

that you are a man of great courage.

Would you like more tea?

Yes, thank you.

Since you have already

become involved...

it may be necessary for you to face

even greater danger.

It may, huh?

Well...

- I think he should know all the facts.

- I think I should too.

Uncle Peter was curator of the

Royal Netherlands Museum in Rotterdam.

- He was?

- He left before the German invasion.

That seems like

the most reasonable time.

But before I escaped...

I managed to see that all

of our great art treasures...

were concealed in hundreds

of obscure places.

Then there's nothing to worry about.

Yes, there is.

The hiding place of each article

was recorded in a little black book.

The Boot will do anything to get it.

The Boot?

- Who's the Boot?

- His real name is Wilhelm Krug.

That's why Maasdam was murdered

this morning.

- I see.

- Krug thought that Maasdam had the book.

- Oh. Well then, who has it?

- Nobody knows.

But if the Boot thought you had it...

he'd cut your throat in a second.

Let's notify the O.P.A.

I mean, the F.B.I.

Uncle has already notified them.

They're working together

with the Dutch Secret Police.

I can understand your alarm.

But the police are very efficient.

The minute you are killed...

they'll double their efforts.

Yes. Of course.

That's very reassuring.

But I am... I must be running along now.

I have so much shopping to do.

As a precaution,

say nothing about this matter to anyone.

Even your loved ones.

Of course, you can trust me,

Mr. Van Hoorn.

- I won't say...

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

- You're very brave.

Thank you.

Bye.

- May I help you, sir?

- Yes, ma'am.

I have some things here.

I'd like some "Dutch crown jewels.

The diamond collection..."

Jewelry department on the fifth floor.

"Diamond collection... House of Orange?"

"Vandermeer originals?"

Mister, this is the pet department.

Pet...

Oh, the black book!

- How do you do?

- Was there something else you wished?

Yes. I'll have some of these

dog biscuits.

I always eat them.

They contain vitamin B-1.

- You forgot your change, sir.

- Oh, thank you very much.

These are lovely leashes, aren't they?

Oh, yes. Lovely.

Lovely leashes.

- How much are these muzzles?

- Three dollars.

Three dollars?

One, two... Thank you.

- Shall I have it wrapped, sir?

- No.

I'll wear it home.

In more controlled figures...

Oh... How do you do?

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Notice, ladies, the exquisite line

and the smooth contour.

The featherweight quality's achieved

by using satin and bengaline...

with a chiffon trimming.

Specifically designed for...

I think you'd be able to see better

from the front.

No, thank you very much. I've got

to make a phone call. Excuse me.

Clarissa, would you mind

coming in here a minute?

Yes, Miss Blair.

These nightgowns go

in the early delivery today.

And this corset goes

to Mrs. Follinsbee.

Be sure that it makes

the afternoon delivery tomorrow.

- I will.

- Thank you.

Just a minute!

What are you doing in here?

Excuse me.

- Is this the hardware department?

- You know this isn't!

Get out of here, you Peeping Tom!

Excuse me, ma'am.

This idea for pocket-size editions

came to me about two years ago.

And I've given it considerable thought.

There are four values

to pocket-size editions.

One:
They fit into the pocket.

Two:
I have behind me

a well-geared organization...

of sober, industrious employees who...

Get that thing out of here!

Elmer, shoo!

What in thunderation

do you think you're doing?

I was trying to get away from somebody.

There's a man following me.

He had terrible eyes and a long knife.

I'll explain it all to you later.

Elmer. Go! Come on! Out!

Go away, Elmer.

That's it.

I'm sorry.

I know how busy you are.

So I don't like to disturb you...

Pardon... Excuse me.

Is Mr. Van Hoorn or his niece at home?

Do you know what time

they'll be back? It's very important.

I see. Well, would you leave a message

that Mr. Mitty called.

I know of a way to kill a man

and leave no trace.

Excuse me. I'll be with you

in just a moment.

Who are you?

Dr. Hugo Hollingshead.

I have a manuscript...

that contains the most ingenious method

for the perpetration of homicide.

I'm afraid you have

the wrong office, Dr. Homicide.

- Mr. Pierce buys all the stories.

- Mr. Pierce told me to see you.

Oh? Well, would you have a chair?

Did you know that an icicle inserted

into the brain...

will melt slowly and leave no trace?

It's been done. Sorry.

Would you...

Perhaps you'd be interested

in a different method?

The sensory nerve at the base of

the skull is vulnerable to an assassin.

One merely presses

with the thumbs, thus-

The resultant brain hemorrhage

produces instantaneous death.

- Without a clue.

- That's very good, Doctor.

But we used the sensory nerve

in "The Gland Specialist's Revenge."

Excuse me, won't you?

What you don't know...

is that the base of the brain

is a very sensitive place.

As you can see,

the only weapon is the human hand.

Hey, wait a minute!

Put that book do...

Help!

- Give me that vest!

- Help!

Give me my vest!

Help!

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as in all other of our publications...

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