The Sinister Monk Page #2

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I'm not going to cover up for you again.

Aren't you?

- No!

Just remember

that I intend to marry her.

Excuse me. Sorry!

Come in!

Your luggage!

Thank you, Mr. Smith.

- They all call me "Smitty".

And if you would too, I'd be honored.

- Thank you, Smitty!

May I help you with anything?

- Would you please open the big suitcase?

With pleasure.

There you are.

- Thank you.

Who's that?

- My father.

Your father?

It's funny... For some reason, I could

almost swear that I've seen him somewhere.

It was many years ago, though.

- It's very likely.

His picture was in all the papers.

- That's right! I remember it now.

He was indicted for murder and later

convicted and sent to prison for life.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

But he's still my father.

And I... I am still

your faithful servant.

Thank you, Smitty.

Yes? Who is it?

Have you been at my door, Mr. Short?

- No, I wouldn't do such a thing!

The door handle was moving.

- Maybe it was the ghost of Darkwood Hall.

The Monk.

- Monk? What monk?

In the old days,

this castle was a monastery.

Many people have seen the ghost

of a monk walking in the moonlight.

It was undoubtedly the fog.

- Undoubtedly.

In any case,

all the girls are terribly frightened.

Come on!

Help! Help!

Hurry! Get in!

Come out of there!

Your game is finished, my friend!

Come out of there with your hands up.

I've got you covered.

I said come out of there!

Post C, this is Inspector Potter!

I have a present for Scotland Yard!

I want 3 men to report

to section MO298.

In other words, around 2 miles

from Darkwood Hall. Repeat the message!

Yes, Sir. 3 men to Section MO4...

- No! Not MO4! MO2!

Whoever is behind all this, those poor

girls are petrified by this monk!

I want you to send as many men

as possible to the school to protect us!

But really, Patricia!

Isn't this all rather fantastic?

I mean, why should your place suddenly

be overrun by sinister monks?

I'm not talking about a lot of monks.

Only about one monk!

But there aren't sufficient grounds to

warrant an intervention by Scotland Yard.

No? If something should happen to

One of the girls, my school would close!

And then I'd no longer pay taxes.

And one of you would be dismissed.

I hope that it's you!

- You hope that it's...

ls there anyone you suspect in particular?

- I can't imagine any reason why...

Oh, but I can! With all those

beautiful girls in one place!

Who would be eccentric enough to dress

like that! From the girls' description,

anyone at all could be the monk. Even you!

And maybe one day, you'll have to prove...

that you're not. Good morning!

- Good morning!

Information about the murder, Sir?

- No murder. She owns a boarding school.

That may be, Sir. But the murder...

- I'm telling you: No murder,

it's just a practical joke.

A monk who frightens young girls.

Oh, then you don't know yet?

Inspector Potter's been murdered.

Not true! Is it a fact?

- Yes. Here. On this road.

But wait a second. That road

is very near to Darkwood Hall,

the boarding school run by Lady Patricia

who was just here. Is there a link, Black?

I don't see how. Inspector Potter

was killed in such a way that no...

school girl would have had the strength

to do it. All the symptoms of a hanging.

Bruised throat, neck broken,

eyes protruding and so on.

Except he was killed standing up.

- Is that supposed to be a joke?

That's impossible, Black!

When do I get the autopsy report?

Doctor Howell is dictating it now.

But I see no connection...

between this murder and Darkwood Hall.

- Potter was working on a lead of his own.

And he asked me to give him a free hand.

I'm very sorry, now that I didn't go...

ahead with it. He once complained that it

was far harder to take care of a teenager

than a sack full of fleas!

And in Darkwood Hall,

there are more than a dozen active fleas.

I mean, teenagers dancing around.

What a drag! Who dances like this

nowadays? Who has a chance to kiss anyone?

And how about with Ronny?

- Yes. Or Smitty?

And, Mr. Short?

- I've had enough. I'm going into town.

Buy me a lipstick. Love Pink!

- I'll think of it.

I want to tell you how glad I am

that you came here.

Do you believe people are fated to meet?

- But, Ronny...

No, wait. Don't go away!

Now, I know why I've never married.

Even after all this time.

I've been waiting for you!

- You shouldn't say such things, Ronny!

Looking for someone?

Ronny?

Oh, hello, dear!

Have you seen Ronny?

What are you doing here?

- Waiting.

Who are you?

- My name is d'Arol.

I was engaged here as a French instructor.

- Oh, of course!

At the moment the girls are on vacation!

- I want to settle in good time.

My luggage is on the way.

This is my niece, Miss Gilmore.

I'll show you to your room. Please.

Thank you.

Have you seen Ronny?

- Yes. But I don't know where he went.

Stop!

- Well, no monk costume today?

You don't seriously believe

I'm the monk?

Look! You'd better watch out!

- Who's going to make me watch out?

I am!

That's only a water pistol.

That's just a toy!

This pistol's no toy, I warn you!

Now, let me by, Ronny!

But I love you. I told you.

- Me, too?

Why do you say "too"?

- I know about a certain French girl...

with no pistol to protect her!

- You little...

Watch out!

It's loaded with sulphuric acid!

Be reasonable, Lola!

What have I done to you? Lola!

You little worm!

I know you through and through!

Now, get going!

And you'd better not forget...

that the Monk will get a taste of this

right in his face if I ever will meet him!

Just a moment!

Am I disturbing you?

- No. Not at all.

I'm bringing your towels up to you.

- Won't you come in?

I must apologize.

It's so untidy,

but I live alone up here

and we artists are...

Well, neatness isn't our greatest virtue.

You understand, I'm sure.

There. She was sick.

Poor little one.

But now she's quite alright.

Fly away, my angel!

Don't forget to come back!

Do you like music?

- Yes!

I have a thrilling recording

of the Opera Nabucco.

You're looking at my collection of masks.

Do you like them?

Yes, but they're a bit gruesome.

- Nonetheless, that's my profession.

I make death masks. Bereaved relatives

often want a reminder of their loved one.

I get in touch with them

after I read the obituary notice.

If a face is especially intriguing,

once in a while, I make a duplicate...

for my own pleasure. One of these faces

is a girl who's still alive.

A beauty. Here.

The most beautiful face in the school.

Lola Winters.

Would you allow me to make a mask of you?

Your features are exquisite.

Oh. I don't know.

I'd better go now.

Please don't go.

Listen to the music!

It's beautiful!

The scene in the prison!

Excuse me. I brought the mail for you.

- Thank you. Put it over there.

The towels.

- But wait a second. Your face.

You will let me make a mask of it?

- Yes, of course.

Have you got a light for me?

Help! Oh, help!

Let me go! Help! Help!

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