The Two Mrs. Carrolls Page #5

About penny,

will you?

If you are, I'll be nasty about Cecily.

What do you mean?

You know

what I mean.

You heard me.

What do you mean?

I mean, darling,

That she's

in love with you.

Oh, yes, she is.

Women are never

wrong about women.

She wouldn't hesitate

to take you from me,

If she could,

But she can't,

can she?

Father!

Father!

Your car has been

in front of the door...

It's good to see you

downstairs.

You're feeling

well again?

Better than I've felt in a long time.

I'd better be going.

Your car's been

out in front.

I put it there

this morning.

How could I forget

a thing like that?

Be careful.

It's a terrible day.

I will. So long.

Good-bye, father.

Anything you want

in London?

Only to have

you come back.

Good luck,

darling.

Bee, would you mind

telephoning Mrs. Latham for me?

Certainly.

Ashton 427, please.

Hello. Are you there, Mrs. Latham?

This is bee. One moment, please.

Sally wants to

speak with you.

Thank you, dear.

Hello.

Much better, thanks.

And you?

Good. May I ask a favor?

Our garden is

absolutely barren.

Could you

possibly spare

A few of

your hothouse roses

For the table tonight?

Oh, the Victor Hugo's

would be wonderful.

You'll send them over?

Thank you so much.

See you tonight, then.

Bye.

Christine!

Christine!

Christine.

Yes, ma'am.

Was Cecily, uh...

Was miss Latham

here this morning?

No. Not that I saw.

Oh.

I think

I'll rest now.

Don't call me 'til late this afternoon.

I'm feeling

tired now.

Oh, Christine,

it looks lovely.

It should.

I worked at it

hard enough.

Did you get

some rest?

Yes, thank you.

Mrs. Latham

sent the roses.

I know. I asked

her for them.

Have you seen the child

since this morning?

Bee? No. Why?

She's upstairs,

packing.

Packing?

She's going off

to school.

Didn't you know?

Well, yes,

in a way, but...

It has to do

with a call

Mr. Carroll had

from London.

You'd better

ask the child.

Yes, of course.

That call

from London...

Do you know

who it was?

Yes. He's called

several times before.

His name is Blagdon.

Blagdon.

Oh, I see.

I see.

"Blouses, white, six.

Stockings, black cotton,

one dozen pair. "

Oh, dear.

Sally!

What's all this

about school, bee?

What's happening?

Oh, Christine told you.

She shouldn't have.

Why not?

Father said not to bother

you until we were sure.

You seem quite sure.

It's the Weatherly school,

one of the best.

Aren't you happy for me?

Of course, darling.

I'm delighted.

Only I can't understand

why your father...

Well, let me help you.

Do you have

everything you'll need?

Oh, no, not half.

Here's a list from

the last school I went to.

It says, "three serge. "

Well, here they are,

But they've

grown much too short,

Or I've grown

much too long.

We'll get you a complete

new outfit, dear.

For the time being,

these will have to do.

You sound as though you

were leaving tonight.

I'll bet I am.

What?

I know father when it

comes to these matters.

Last time I went,

he decided on Wednesday,

And on Thursday,

there I was, in school.

That was sudden,

wasn't it?

One of the teachers

helped me with my clothes.

Mother was too ill

to do very much.

I know.

Mother had such

wonderful taste.

We did all

our shopping together.

That must have been

fun for you.

But...

Going to all

those shops...

Didn't that

make her very tired?

Tired? Mother?

Nothing

ever tired her.

She was wonderful

at sports.

She beat father

at tennis often.

Father didn't like

that very much.

I don't understand.

If she was an invalid...

An invalid?

Where did you ever

hear such a thing?

I don't know.

Someone told me once...

Well, I...

I took it for granted.

Oh, no.

You're very wrong.

She was in perfect

health until...

Father's keys.

I forgot

to return them

Before he left.

Sally?

Yes.

You haven't

seen father's

New portrait

of you, have you?

No.

Neither have I.

The studio key is here.

Let's steal in

and see it, shall we?

Darling,

does it hurt you

To talk

about your mother?

No. Not anymore.

Then tell me...

You were saying

She was

in perfect health.

When did

she become ill?

I remember

only too clearly.

It was shortly

after father returned

From a trip.

A trip to Paris...

Or America?

No. It was a short

vacation for him, really.

He'd gone fishing

in Scotland.

When he came back,

He began to paint mother

as the angel of death.

Finest thing

he's done, too.

It was far from easy.

Mother would have

those splitting headaches,

And she'd feel

so terribly weak.

Then she'd be

a bit better,

But not for long.

She... Sally, why do you

ask me these things now?

Oh, there's no special

reason, dear,

Except that... well,

if I know everything,

I won't hurt

your father

By stirring up

unhappy memories.

I... I wouldn't have

mentioned it at all

If I hadn't been ill

myself.

But yours is only

a nerve condition, Sally.

Everyone knows that.

Yes. Yes,

that's just it.

I'm really

not sick at all.

Your father is

so considerate...

He's always

been the same.

He insisted on

taking care of mother,

Bringing her

the milk himself,

Trying

in every way to...

Where are you going?

You, uh... You don't seem

to have enough handkerchiefs.

I'll get you

a dozen of mine.

Sally...

You're very sweet.

I'll miss you

when I'm away.

Perhaps you won't

leave that quickly.

Maybe Mr. Blagdon

can't place you.

You'll see.

I know father...

Blagdon? What's he

got to do with it?

He's arranging

things, isn't he?

That horrible man?

He's not the secretary

of the Weatherly school.

But... You do know

a Mr. Blagdon.

Oh, yes. He's been here

several times.

Father always

meets him outside,

And I can

understand why.

I spoke to him once.

He's most unpleasant.

What does

this Mr. Blagdon do?

What's his business?

He's a chemist,

And that proves there

can't be any connection.

What does a chemist

know about schools?

I'll get you

those handkerchiefs.

It's all

very clear now.

It's all very clear now.

It's all very clear now,

isn't it?

The lies, the headaches,

The chemist, the milk.

He poisoned her.

Now he's poisoning you.

No! No!

Don't be a fool.

You know it's true.

He wants Cecily, not you.

He wants

to get rid of you

Like the first

Mrs. Carroll.

No! It isn't true!

It isn't true!

No!

Hello.

All right, Christine.

I'll take it.

Hello.

Yes, Geoffrey.

Dear, I'm afraid

I'll be a little late.

The deal's almost set,

But we haven't agreed

on price yet.

Go ahead with dinner.

I'll get home soon.

What? Bee told you?

Oh, I wanted

to surprise you.

When does she leave?

So soon?

Yes, she'll be ready.

She's packing now.

All right.

Good-bye, Geoffrey.

Oh, Geoffrey!

Oh, Geoffrey!

Mr. Santa Claus

in person.

Come in, Mr. Carroll.

I thought you

wouldn't show up,

Which would have been

a deep disappointment

To yours obediently.

Mind how you go.

Take your wet

things off.

Make yourself

at home.

Thanks.

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