The Unsuspected Page #7

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You go back to the house

and wait for me.

Go on. Do as I say.

Oh, come on, Steve.

Come on and sit down beside me.

I'm lonely-terribly lonely.

Bored, maybe.

Bored and lonely.

You think because

I live in this house,

Basking in Victor's glory and

Matilda's money, that I like it.

I hate it!

I like to break things.

Glass breaking is

the most wonderful sound

in the whole world.

Why don't you like Matilda?

She's been very kind to you.

Kind? She can afford to be.

Her father left her millions.

My father died without a cent.

Victor had to take me in.

His penniless niece.

He was glad to take

her in-very glad.

"The Little Heiress."

It's all I've heard from

the time I was 10 years old.

Don't you think

you've had enough?

I suppose so.

I usually don't drink this much.

So I'll know what I'm saying-

The proper questions,

the correct answers.

Not tonight.

Tonight, I'm going

to be careless...

And talk too much.

You don't know what it is

to have to say thank you

to somebody you don't like

for everything you get-day

after day, year after year!

I never had anything of my own.

Until I thought she was dead.

Then Victor gave me

everything I ever wanted.

And now she's back, and

all I've got is... Oliver.

But Victor could continue

to do things for you.

How? Victor has very

expensive tastes.

Takes every cent he makes

to live the way he does-

More than every cent.

Oh, why did she

have to come back?

Now I have had

too much to drink.

I was just beginning

to get interested.

Interested or curious?

Both. I keep wondering.

About the girl

who was murdered-

Victor's secretary.

Roslyn? She wasn't

murdered. She killed herself.

She was murdered.

The police have evidence.

How do you know?

I gave it to them.

You...

But...

You'd better get out, Althea.

I can take care of myself.

Easy, Althea.

All right...

I do know something.

I talked to Roslyn that night.

I heard her scream.

Victor, I've made up my mind.

I'm going away.

What about your wife?

My wife? I have no claims on Althea.

She belongs to mankind.

I think you've made

a very wise decision.

You've been very patient with Althea...

Entirely too patient.

Going away, if only

for a few days,

will teach her a much needed lesson.

Just exactly what lesson

is Althea to be taught?

The lesson

of humility, my dear.

You see, Oliver is leaving you.

Did you have anything

to do with this?

Sounds like one of your

clever little plots.

No, it was my own idea.

Really? An idea of your own?

You see, Oliver has

become aware of your-

What shall I call it?-

Your attachment to Mr. Howard,

And, for some

odd domestic reason,

he's worried about it

hurting Matilda.

Oh. The knight to the rescue.

Are you carrying her

on your white charger?

No. From now on, I ride alone.

Who's going to pry you

loose from the bar?

I think you'd better excuse me.

I detest scenes

not of my own making.

You know, the more

I see of marriage,

The more thankful

I am to be the last.

Of a long line of bachelors.

What's gotten into you, Oliver?

I'd rather not have

a quarrel, if you don't mind.

I'm not going to swoon

at the idea of losing you,

But I am entitled

to an explanation.

All right, I'll give you one-

Carefully selected

4- letter words.

You're not fooling anyone.

I've been watching

you ever since.

You knew Matilda

was coming home.

You're still in love

with her, aren't you?

Aren't you?!

As a matter of fact, I am.

Well, it won't do you any good.

Why do you think I married you?

Because of your charm?

I only married you

for one reason,

and that was to get you

away from Matilda.

And I'll do the very

same thing with Steve.

You're going to leave

him alone. Do you hear me?

You're not going to cause

her any more unhappiness, or-

I don't like to be threatened.

I can threaten, too.

It will give me

a great deal of pleasure.

To break up our dear

little Matilda's marriage.

I'll kill you first.

Really?

You plan to shoot me,

stab me, or, uh...

String me up like poor Roslyn?

Oh, I'm fed up with

your cheap heroics!

Go on, get out of here!

Please, please.

Althea, Oliver...

You have no idea

how your voices carry.

I can hear you from the

other end of the house.

Well, then get him out of here.

We'll discuss that later.

Will you go into the study? Now, please.

Oliver, be smart.

Pack your bag, enough

things for a few days,

And go right away from here.

All right, Victor.

You know best.

Ah...

Can't we postpone this

lecture till some other time?

This room gives me the creeps.

I like it.

The outside world is

so far away in here.

I can't hear it...

it can't hear me.

That's why I had

the room soundproofed...

So I can be completely alone.

Completely undisturbed.

What is it you wanted

to speak to me about?

A phone call, my dear.

The phone call you put

through to this house.

The night that

Roslyn was murdered.

The phone call that Mr. Donovan

has succeeded in tracing.

The one with which you aroused.

Mr. Howard's interest a few minutes ago.

I didn't say anything to him.

Oh, dear. I've tried so hard

to teach you the value of truth.

You see, I heard you.

Of course, I know that eavesdroppers

never hear any good of themselves,

But I thought it was

rather unfriendly of you.

To accuse me of

having murdered Roslyn.

You can't frighten me.

You wouldn't dare

do anything to me!

I want the truth, Althea.

Did you or did you not

tell Mr. Howard.

That I murdered Roslyn?

Yes. I said I thought so.

And why didn't you

share your suspicion.

With the police, or at least

tell them of the phone call?

I was afraid of what

would happen to you.

Always thinking

of your dear uncle.

That's right.

Sit down.

You and I were enjoying

Matilda's money, weren't we?

Now that she's come back,

What do you suppose is

going to happen to you?

You'll take care Of me, Victor.

You must have money

hidden away-

money Matilda

could never trace.

You and Roslyn had

one trait in common:

You were both

much too inquisitive.

Oh... So that's why

you killed Roslyn.

Yes.

It's a pity, isn't it?

You were always my favorite.

You know that, don't you?

So charmingly unscrupulous...

But so greedy.

It's too bad.

Oh, no! No, don't!

Don't shoot!

Don't!

Victor?

Victor?

Oliver.

Victor, I wanted to tell

you that I'm leaving.

If I could call a cab-

You'll do nothing of the kind.

With a garage full of cars?

Here's the key to the coupe.

You use my hotel room in

town for a couple of days.

I'll call the clerk and

tell them to expect you.

Tomorrow, you and Althea are going

to feel very differently about this.

I'll get your coat for you.

Here you go, Oliver.

Thanks, Victor.

Thanks for everything.

Not at all. Good luck.

And don't forget you've been

drinking, Oliver. Drive carefully.

I will.

Matilda, I... I saw your light.

I had to talk to you.

Please don't keep running away from me.

You-you might have phoned.

Anyway, I have nothing

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