The Wolf Man Page #2

Wolfsbane.

"Even a man who is pure in heart

and says his prayers by night

"May become a wolf

when the wolfsbane blooms

"and the autumn

moon is bright"

So you know

that one, too, eh?

Of course. Everyone

knows about werewolves.

We've come to have

our fortunes told.

Can you really

read the future?

I will not disappoint you,

my lady.

Will you step inside, please?

Do you mind

if I go in first?

No, no.

Go right ahead.

Go on, silly.

Quite a pipe the old

boy's got, isn't it?

Cut the cards.

We didn't come down to

listen in on Jenny, did we?

No.

Well, maybe if you took

a little walk with me,

I could tell

your fortune.

So you're

a fortune-teller.

Uh-huh.

Is that how you knew

about the earrings?

Well, not exactly.

You see, a telescope has

a mighty sharp eye.

It brings the stars so close that

you feel you can almost touch them.

A telescope?

Sure.

And it does the same thing

to people in their rooms.

That is, if you point it

in the right direction.

Oh, you wouldn't.

Well, now, I was only

testing the refractor.

I didn't know about you, and, all

of a sudden, there you were.

Well, from now on, I'll be

sure to draw the curtains.

Don't do that! I mean,

not on account of me.

I mean...

Well, you know what I mean.

Yes, I'm afraid I do.

But it's only fair to

tell you I'm engaged.

I'm going to be

married very soon.

In fact, I really

shouldn't be here.

But you are here.

Can you tell me when

I'm going to be married?

What did you see?

Your hands, please.

Your left hand

shows your past,

your right hand

shows your future.

What's the matter?

I can't tell you

anything tonight.

Come back tomorrow.

What did you see?

Something evil?

No, no!

Now go away. Go quickly.

Go!

Yes. Yes, I'm going!

What was that?

I don't know.

Never heard anything

like it before.

Stay here.

Larry! Wait, Larry!

Larry, where are you?

Oh, Larry! Larry, what happened?

What's the matter?

A Wolf.

Help! Help!

Please, hurry!

Hurry, please.

What happened to him?

A Wolf bit him.

Do something.

Can't you help him?

We must take

him home.

Big boy, isn't he?

Huge.

Like the Red Talbot,

there.

We should have had

him in the Guards.

Oh, no. He'll be invaluable

here, looking after the estate.

You know, he's had a lot

of experience in America.

Here, here.

What's the matter?

Sir John!

Master Larry.

What's happened?

He was bitten by a wolf.

A wolf?

Nonsense. Haven't been

wolves around here for years.

Where did

all this happen?

By the marsh. That

woman came to help.

Where is she?

Who?

Why, the Gypsy woman. I'd never

have got him here without her.

Yes, of course, the old woman

who was just in the doorway.

Kendall, find her.

Was anyone else with you?

Jenny. Someone get Jenny.

Sir John! Captain!

By the marsh!

Yes, yes, by the marsh?

Speak up, man.

Jenny.

Jenny Williams.

What about her?

She's been murdered, sir.

Wolf? Gypsy woman?

Murder? What is this?

What makes you say

she was murdered?

Her throat, sir.

Come, come. Let's look into this.

Here, show me where it happened.

Yes.

I'll send Dr. Lloyd, Sir John.

Fine. Roberts, give me a hand

with Master Larry, will you?

Come on, Larry.

Get him up to his room.

Mr. Twiddle?

Yes, sir?

Make a note, Twiddle.

Very good, sir.

"Jenny Williams,

attacked by some

"large animal."

That right, Dr. Lloyd?

Her jugular was severed by

the bite of powerful teeth.

The cause of death,

internal hemorrhage.

What's the matter

with you, Twiddle?

I'm a little

squeamish, sir.

Well, don't be squeamish.

Write down what I told you.

Very well, sir.

Captain Montford!

Here, sir.

It's the Gypsy who passed

through town this afternoon.

Was he killed by the

same animal, Dr. Lloyd?

No, his skull was crushed by heavy

blows with a sharp instrument.

Make a note, Twiddle.

Very well, sir.

"Bela the Gypsy found dead near

the body of Jenny Williams.

"Cause of death, heavy blows

from some sharp instrument."

Look,

his feet are bare.

So they are.

Otherwise,

he's fully dressed.

Make a note of that, Twiddle.

Very well, sir.

What's this?

A stick with a

horse's-head handle.

It's not a horse's head.

That's a wolf's head.

Mr. Frank? Them tracks back there.

A wolf!

Make a note, Twiddle.

Very well, sir.

"Found on scene of tragedy,

"silver-handled stick

mounted with a wolf's head."

Let's have a look

at those tracks.

Larry. Shouldn't you

be in your bed?

No. I'm all right.

Good morning,

Larry.

This is

Dr. Lloyd.

You frightened us

last night, my boy.

I'm sorry. I guess I

did kind of pass out.

Is this

your stick?

Why, of course.

That's the one I

killed the wolf with.

Larry, Bela the Gypsy

was killed last night.

They found your

stick by the body.

You mean, Bela the

fortune-teller?

Mmm-hmm.

I only saw

a wolf.

He bit me.

Look here.

Well, that's funny.

It must have healed up.

Larry, Paul wants to ask

you some questions.

Why, sure, sure.

Go ahead.

No, I think we ought

to leave him alone.

What's the

matter with you?

Paul wants to question him.

Go ahead, Paul.

Yeah, go ahead. But don't

try to make me believe

that I killed a man when I

know that I killed a wolf.

Yes, yes. We're all

a little bit confused.

He needs a good rest.

We'll talk to

you later, Larry.

Come on, Doctor.

Coming, Sir John?

Yeah. I'll be

down in a minute.

Now, Larry, will you stop

worrying and let me handle this?

But they're treating

me like I was crazy!

I'm not accusing him

of foul play, Sir John,

but, after all, two people are

dead, and I am chief constable.

That's no reason to make a

great mystery out of it.

You talk like a

detective in a novel.

Now, please, gentlemen. There's

a very simple explanation.

A dog or a wolf attacked Jenny

Williams, that's proven.

When she cried for help, Larry

and Bela went to her rescue.

It was dark. Excitement and confusion.

The Gypsy was killed.

What about

Bela's bare feet?

He just didn't have time

to put his shoes on.

And what about this

nonexistent wound?

Larry imagined

he'd been bitten.

After all, the beast jumped at

him and tore his coat to shreds.

Still, he insists

he received a wound.

You tell me his

coat was bloody

when the two women

brought him in.

Surely, a wound

can't heal overnight.

The patient is mentally disturbed.

Perhaps the shock did it.

I'd rather you didn't bother

him with questions just now.

You policemen are

always in such a hurry.

As if dead men

hadn't all eternity.

Well, you'll be declaring

me a mental case next.

Oh, no.

I wouldn't dare.

Thank you.

In return, I won't question your

patient again, until you think fit.

Thank you.

It's the Gypsy

fortune-teller.

And the man

that killed him.

But, my dear woman, we can't

bury this man without prayer.

There is nothing

to pray for, sir.

Bela has entered a much

better world than this.

At least, so you ministers

always say, sir.

And so it is. But that's no reason

to hold a pagan celebration.

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