The Woman in Black Page #5

Just to make sure it's all there.

Everything you put in it.

It's here?

It was delivered let me see

two days ago by rail.

Dispatched from the place where

you stayed,

the Gifford Arms, was it?

It's in your room.

There.

Yes, that's it.

Go through it, in your own good time.

In a sense it no longer matters.

The real estate is effectively gone,

and most of the personal estate

along with it.

- Yes.

- Still,

you may wish to see it's all attended

to, to your own satisfaction.

Yes, I may.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Excuse me, Mr Kidd, is it in order

for us to book your appointments?

- I mean, will you be in?

- I expect so.

Has anybody inquired?

- Your friend Mr Girdler. Old Sniffy.

- Oh dear.

Oh, and Jack said something. Jack.

Tell him, the one you saw.

- Oh yes.

- What?

It might not have been anybody.

Just hanging about outside.

Not sure whether to come in or not.

The way some of your clients do.

They've got sense. It's going a lot.

The more I see it

Jack, what did he say?

- Oh, nothing. It was a she, anyway.

- A woman?

What was she like?

Oh, I didn't see her face.

But she might have been a widow.

I saw the clothes she had on.

- About appointments

- Just get out!

There you are, sir. The proof.

- Paraffin!

- Yeah.

I smelt it straight off.

- What the hell were you up to?

- I'll deal with this.

Here, give that to me.

Oh. Evidence.

Look at that!

Are you mad?

I had to burn it all.

Why?

You knew, didn't you?

You knew all along, and you

still let me

Go! Go home and stay there.

Go home!

Eddie, there's nothing. Not today.

Arthur.

Come back to bed.

- Won't you tell me?

- Mmm?

There are things to tell me,

aren't there?

- Let's get away from here.

- When?

Tomorrow. Nothing to stop us,

we'll just go.

You'll never make a captain.

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