Three Secrets Page #7

finally fall in love with someone.

You're frightened that if he gets married

you won't have a job anymore.

Look, Miss Lawrence...

You don't like me. That's all right,

a lot of people don't.

And maybe I'm not crazy about them either.

But I don't want to hurt anyone.

And that goes for you, too.

So, why don't you take the hint

and go back home?

He's got his own life. He likes it.

Write him off like a bad debt.

I can't.

A lot of girls fall in love with Mr. Crossley.

There was a dame just a year before you.

Rich. Society.

She got nowhere either.

I'm telling you what's best for you.

Go home, forget him.

Because he's forgotten you.

I'm not like the others.

It's different this time.

Not for him, it isn't.

I'm going to have his baby.

That is different.

Thank you very much.

Does Mr. Crossley know about this?

How can he when you won't let me

talk to him?

Del, I only want to see him.

Just let me tell him myself.

That isn't much to ask for, is it?

Okay, you can see him.

He'll be here around 7:30,

why don't you come back then.

Penthouse.

Come in

Well, right on time. Come on in.

Don't look so surprised, Miss Lawrence.

You know me, Del Prince, always around.

Can I take your wrap?

Hasn't Gordon arrived?

We'll discuss that in a minute.

Sit down.

I spoke to him.

Told him everything you told me.

Mr. Crossley wanted you to meet

an old friend of yours, Bobby Lynch.

Hello, Ann.

I'm sorry, I don't think I know you.

Bobby Lynch, honey, remember?

Remember what?

Us, baby, us.

Who is this man, I never met him before

in my life.

Mr. Crossley says you have.

Bobby says so, too.

Where was it, Bobby?

The Leighton Hotel. February 23rd, February 27th

and March 4th. We had room 1206.

It was cozy, too.

And it says so on the hotel register.

What do you mean? What are you...

It's like this, Miss Lawrence.

Mr. Crossley thinks you're trying

to shake him down with all this talk about a kid.

So, being a genius,

he knows how to handle these things.

Are you trying to tell me that Gordon

knows this man, that he...

Mr. Crossley knows a lot of men

who say they know you.

They're willing to swear to it, too.

What a filthy mind you have

to think this up.

If Gordon ever heard you say

these things to me he'd kill you.

I think he has heard.

He's in there.

Let go of me.

He'll tell you himself if he has to.

But he's a gentleman, so he'd prefer that I did it.

I'm going in there.

Wait a minute.

That's all, Bobby, thank you very much.

Not at all. Good-bye, Mr. Prince.

Good-bye, baby.

Take a tip from me, don't go in there.

For your own good.

I know this is rough. But it's easier to take

coming from me than from him

because you don't love me.

Get out of my way.

Before you go in there...

look at this.

He wanted you to have it.

It's a check for $10000 to take care of everything

and cover a lot of heartbreak besides.

You recognize the writing?

I can't sign his checks.

I'd hoped you wouldn't do this.

But since you insist,

I'll have to tell you the truth.

He bagan talking.

I never knew quite what he said.

I suddenly realized that it wasn't Del.

That it was Gordon who had schemed

and figured this whole thing out.

Let me have he police.

I think you'd better have that drink now.

The people of the State of California

were kind.

They called it manslaughter.

The sentence was one to ten years.

My baby and I started to prison.

Then, early in September...

I was taken to the superintendent's office.

The state has no quarrel with your child,

Ann.

It's the right of every citizen to be born

without prejudice and without stain.

So we've made arrangements for you to have your baby outside these walls.

Thank you.

Now, regarding the future of the baby.

Have you any relatives or friends?

No one to whom you would entrust

the child?

Oh.

Well, then I recommend that you turn your baby

over to an accredited agency

which will care for it and plan its future.

When they let me out of prison

it was like a nightmare.

I had nothing... except a son.

And I didn't know where he was.

I just wanted to see him.

To look at him.

But it was no use.

I started drinking to forget,

and only remembered more.

And then, this morning, I finally found him.

Up there.

Well, at least you aren't to blame.

You couldn't help yourself

if they took your son away.

I gave them mine

because I was a coward.

Sorry I spoke out of turn.

I'm all right now.

Just tired.

There's a bed in the other room.

Why don't you get some sleep?

Come on, I'll wake you if anything happens.

I saw your wedding ring.

Does your husband know about this?

No.

Then you're a fool if you don't beat it

back home right now.

I should have told Bill right at the start.

You see, when my baby was born I...

I can't have any more children.

That's why I have to wait here

until they find Johnnie.

Just in case he's mine.

I'm going to rustle up some news.

Make yourself at home.

You look as if a little sleep

wouldn't hurt you either.

I'm fine, thanks.

Sure, we're all fine.

Would you do something for me?

Do you think you could get

a wire through?

I think so.

Who's it to?

Mr. William Chase.

Carlton Hotel, Sacramento.

I'm at Jackson's Lodge, Thunder Mountain.

If possible, please come here at once.

It's important to us both.

Susan.

Sure you want to send this?

Yes, I'm sure.

Good.

Feeling better?

Yeah.

What's going on up there?

I don't know, I can't see anything.

They've just reported from the plane.

They spotted flashlights about 50 ft from the ledge.

Thank heaven.

Not yet.

Nobody knows what they'll find there.

Look.

Look.

They've reached him.

If he's alive there'll be another one.

Please, God.

Let him be alive.

He's alive.

Let's be sensible.

There's only one thing to do now.

I'm gonna find out who the mother is.

Yes, I know.

But if you don't get me that information

I'll never write another line

for Transamerica as long as I live.

Did you hear me, Mark?

I now what their rules are.

And I know enough about Transamerica

and your methods

to know you can get me that information...

somehow.

How can I know what his condition is,

I'm not up in the mountain.

Tell Maury to run more stuff on Stephani,

the mountain climber.

And give those guys plenty of pictures,

they deserve them.

The doctor here figures the kid

can have burns

contusions, fractures, frostbite

and pneumonia. Take your choice.

They're not sliding down the mountain,

you know?

What do you want me to do,

give them a push?

It'll be another five or six hours.

Although several hours have passed

since flares from the top of Thunder Mountain

announced that little Johnnie Peterson is alive

not one person in the crowd here at Jackson's Lodge

has made any move to leave.

As dawn comes, many of them are emerging

from the fitful sleep they caught under blankets

and within their automobiles.

Sheriff MacDonald waits anxiously for the

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