The Unsuspected Page #3

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As though something

were going to happen-

Something unpleasant.

I had that feeling once,

but I married him anyway.

Here, run your pretty blue

eyes over next week's material.

You know, it's a sort of

throbbing in the air...

A feeling of inevitability, like...

Like, uh...

Falling in love-a vibration.

You probably wouldn't remember.

I'll have you know I've

vibrated in my time.

Once, In Kansas City, I-

Oh, well, no use living in the past...

But for 6 months, I

vibrated like a musical saw.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Mr. Donovan, sir... Huh?

He's in the library, sir.

Oh, good. That'll be all, Jane.

Hi, Donovan. I'm delighted to see you.

I've been waiting impatiently

for you. Will you sit down?

Of course.

Jane...

I'll go quietly, only

this shoe is choking me.

Well, what did you find out?

I didn't have much to go on except his name.

Steven Francis Howard.

Born April 12, 1913.

His father was

Francis J. Howard.

Does that suggest anything to you? Oil.

Yes, quite a lot of oil.

Mr. Howard is well-equipped.

With pin money,

just as he said.

31/2 years in the army-

He's a captain-

Wounded twice, discharged

early in May at fort Dixon.

Went straight to New York, where

he stayed at the Sherry Central.

Same time Matilda was there.

A week later,

he went to Lisbon.

His story checks all

along the line, Victor.

Cablegram. I'll take it.

It's for Mr. Grandison.

I'm Mr. Grandison.

You want me to check on

anything else, let me know.

Thank you very much,

and goodbye.

Goodbye, Victor.

I'm sorry.

I love it.

Mercury on a bicycle

just brought this.

Oh. Hmm.

"Aren't you going to open

It?" said she, eagerly.

What?

Aren't you going to-

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I was

thinking of something else.

Uh...

Do you, uh, happen to

know where Mr. Howard is?

No, but Althea usually

keeps in touch with him,

And the last I saw of her,

she was headed to the guesthouse...

Vibrating.

Does it always take you

so long to make a move?

I like to be perfectly

sure of what I'm doing.

Were you sure when

you married Matilda?

I was. She wasn't.

Oh. How interesting.

How long were you married?

I don't suppose you

could call it a marriage.

There was a wedding ceremony.

I had to leave the same day.

That's why you think

you love her-

You haven't been disillusioned.

Speaking from experience?

You've met Oliver.

I beg your pardon.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Oh, no, Victor. We've been

looking everyplace for you.

Really? You've been

playing chess, too.

Tell me, is he a good player?

Steven's an expert.

Mm-hmm. Interesting situation.

I'm afraid you're going

to lose, my dear.

We'll see.

Have a drink.

No, thanks.

I came down here because I have

what I think will be

very good news for you.

You mean, no discrepancies.

In your check-up on my story?

No discrepancies...

But you didn't

finish your story.

There's an end to it... Or,

rather, a second beginning.

What do you mean?

She's alive.

Who?

Matilda.

I don't believe it!

Alive and well

and on her way home.

I suppose she sent this to me.

Because she didn't know

where to reach you.

Seems that our sorrow

was a little premature.

"Leaving Rio today.

Arrive... Tomorrow."

She arrives tomorrow.

That's right. We'll

all go down to meet her,

banners flying, with

a large, noisy band.

That won't be necessary.

I'll meet her alone.

That's my privilege.

That's a familiar cue-

Enter Matilda, exit Althea.

I'll buy that drink now,

if you don't mind.

Help yourself.

It isn't every day a man's

wife comes back from the grave.

No.

I believe you're in

considerable trouble.

Check and mate In 3.

Good luck.

Man, over loudspeaker: Flight

number 7 from Rio De Janeiro.

Landing at gate 3.

Man:
Hey, what's she doing taking a trip

at a time like this, anyway?

Second man:
What else would

she do with all of her dough?

Well, she could give it to me.

No sign of Grandison yet.

You'd think he'd be here to

cash in on that publicity.

Let's go!

There she is. Get

a good shot of her, Joe.

Don't crowd her.

How about a story,

miss Frazier?

Don't spare the

details, miss Frazier.

Give us the whole story.

Was it a terrible experience?

Come on, let's have that story!

Must have been very exciting.

What happened? How

does it feel to be dead?

Won't you please-

Were you afraid when

the ship caught fire?

We understand you were

picked up by a fish trawler.

Is that right?

Yes. It took us 3

weeks to get to brazil.

Why didn't you send word

you were still alive?

The boat that rescued

us had no radio.

Break it up. Can't you see...

Wait a minute!

We've got a story here!

How about your

plans for the future?

Victor let me come to meet you.

When can we get a complete statement?

We'll give you a statement

later. Let's get out of here.

Feeling better?

Yes, thank you.

But after all that's happened,

I can't understand why

Grandy wasn't there.

He's all right, isn't he?

He's fine.

He wanted to meet you,

But he thought it would only

complicate the publicity.

You know Victor and the press.

We'll stop off

and phone him later.

Oh, good.

You haven't changed.

You're as beautiful as ever.

Well, that's very kind of you.

You know, I'm afraid

I didn't get your name.

I'm terribly sorry. I probably

should have remembered, but I-

Matilda, what is this?

You know who I am.

I've never seen you

before in my life.

Croton operator? 48305, please.

A vermouth cassis for the lady.

How do you know that?

That's right, isn't it?

Brandy for me.

Yes, sir, brandy.

Hello? Mr. Grandison, please.

Is that Roslyn?

No, it's Jane Moynihan.

Hello, sir.

This is Steve Howard.

Yes, she's here with me.

Oh, Grandy, darling!

Of course I'm well.

I am happy.

I'm so anxious to see you.

Tell Steven to bring you home.

Mm-hmm.

We'll warm up

a fatted calf for you.

All right.

Goodbye, darling.

There you are, sir.

You're pretty sold

On Victor, aren't you?

He's the kindest, most

unselfish man I've ever known.

Yes, I know. I like him, too.

I like him even more for

what he means to you.

Course, I can't say the same

thing about Althea or Oliver,

Although I think he regrets

the way he treated you.

I didn't know anyone

knew about that.

Why shouldn't I?

You know, it must've been

pretty horrible for you-

The trouble with Oliver,

the bitterness,

the wedding, and after

that, a shipwreck.

I can understand why

you're so confused.

About what?

In the car. Don't you remember?

You told me you'd

never seen me before.

I don't anything hurt

quite as much.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to

hurt you. Please forgive me.

You handed me quite a scare.

I realize we didn't

see much of each other,

But I couldn't believe

it meant so little to you

that you'd completely

forgotten me.

Just your name.

Is something wrong?

Yes. Something's

very definitely wrong.

If you don't remember my name.

Howard. Steven Howard.

Doesn't that mean

anything to you?

Afraid not. We must

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