Time After Time Page #4

- I've never even been to London.

- Where do you live?

- This way.

You should see it

when they turn the lights on.

- Is it marble?

- Would you believe plaster?

What on earth is Cosmopolitan?

Where are all your books?

I don't have all that many.

I don't seem to read much anymore.

Even when I have the time,

it's easier to watch TV...

...even though that's mainly crap.

What's that?

The phone.

Ted's idea.

Hello? Oh, hi.

It's my friend Carol, from the bank,

checking up on you.

Yeah.

No.

Who knows?

Carol, I'm trying, so will you please

let me get on with it?

I have to go now. Bye.

Carol says hi.

She asked if London

is really crawling with Arabs.

- Arabs?

- She wants to marry into oil.

This is almost ready.

I'm going to change.

I've been in my work clothes all day.

Please, you go right ahead.

You look very beautiful.

Herbert, if you don't take me

into your arms this minute...

...I'll scream.

Well, hello there.

Hello.

Why, Miss Jones, you're gorgeous.

- What?

- You don't close your eyes.

Well, neither do you.

These are the funniest buttons

I ever saw.

It's like it was some kind of costume.

Oh, my gosh.

Is the rest of this outfit

as interesting?

Amy. Amy.

I don't want to compromise you.

Are you certain I'm not

forcing you...?

Forcing me? My God, Herbert,

I'm practically raping you.

Yeah, that's true.

Here.

All naked, all right here.

The hottest, wildest, sexiest ladies

in San Francisco.

Come on and check it out.

This is the one.

This is where it's happening.

Come on in, buddy.

If you're old enough,

you're bold enough.

Come here, come here.

Let me show you.

Third largest in the West.

The weather should be sunny.

It's a nippy 51 degrees,

going up to 68...

... then dropping to

an overnight low of 43.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- You want some coffee?

- Thank you.

- Walked into city hall

and shot Mayor Margolin.

In local news, the second body

in 14 hours was found in North Beach.

Identified as prostitute Cindy Chow...

... the mutilated corpse was found in an

alley behind the City Lights Bookstore.

Police had no comment

on the two murders...

... stating only

that they were similar.

According to the police chief,

there are no leads.

In other news...

No.

Coffee's ready.

How do you take it?

Is milk okay instead of cream?

I have to talk to you.

- I'm running late.

- Amy, I have to talk to you now.

He's alive and out there.

I have no idea what to do.

You say you're after this man.

Are you a detective?

You work for Scotland Yard?

Let's just say their interests

are definitely involved.

I don't understand. Why can't

you just go to the police...

...tell them who they're looking for?

- What's wrong with that?

- They'd never believe me.

- You don't know that

- They'd never...

If you knew the story,

you'd never believe me.

- I'd believe you.

- Well, they wouldn't.

If I told the truth, they'd send

me to a lunatic asylum, not him.

All right. I led you to him, didn't I?

What were you doing,

visiting bank after bank?

Would you have slept with anyone

who knew where he was?

You don't suppose that for one minute.

No. I guess I don't.

I don't know, this is very confusing.

I'm late on top of everything else.

- Today is the executive staff meeting.

- Sorry.

I didn't want to burden you.

I'll get dressed and go.

No, no, no.

Oh, please, you stay.

I don't know what to say.

I like you. I like you very much.

I'd like to see you again.

I don't know how to help you,

if you can't go to the police.

- I don't know where you're staying.

- Yesterday was my first day.

Will you stay here for a while? Eat

something and try to sort things out.

I'll call you if I get

any bright ideas, okay?

Be sure and slam the door

when you leave or it doesn't lock.

One thing I wouldn't have

pegged you as, a detective.

Well, you look like the cat

that ate the canary. Did you?

- Hi, Carol, how's everything?

- "Hi, Carol, how's everything?"

You're the one who took off

the whole afternoon.

In one word, fabulous. He's...

I just can't describe it.

On second thought, please don't try.

I may just die of envy.

I want you to meet him. Could you come

for dinner Friday, around 7?

I'm sure it will be fine with Herbert.

Herbert?

You must really be hooked.

I think so. I'll just check my busy

social calendar. Talk to you later.

Hello again.

I've come to change some

more currency.

Yes, of course.

How much did you want

to exchange this time?

Oh, say 40 guineas.

Forty guineas.

I'm sorry, would you excuse me

for a moment? I'll be right back.

Take your time.

Herbert, Herbert.

Come on, come on.

Herbert, it's me.

- Listen, he's here.

- Amy?

- Who is?

- Who do you mean who? Who do you think?

What?

He's right at my desk

with a money belt.

He wants to change more sovereigns.

- Herbert, what do I do? I'm terrified.

- Amy, be calm. It's all right.

You're in a bank.

He's mad but he's not stupid.

Now, nothing's going to happen to you.

- Can you keep him there?

- What?

It's a lot to ask, but try.

Just until I'm there. I'm on my way.

- I'll try.

- What did you say?

I said I'll try.

Sorry about that. I checked

what the exchange rates are today.

They fluctuate every day.

I wouldn't want you to get gypped.

- Are you enjoying San Francisco?

- Very much.

That's wonderful.

- Find room at the Hyatt Regency?

- Yes, thanks to you I've...

Thanks to you.

You wouldn't happen to know

a man called Wells, would you?

I thought so.

Miss Amy Robbins.

He asked you to detain me

until he got here, right?

- I don't know what you mean.

- Oh.

I won't conduct my business here

anymore, if it's all the same to you.

Good day.

There's just one other item.

Be good enough to leave a message

for Wells from me.

Tell him I want that key.

Tell him to leave it for me at the

exhibit. Leave it...

...or face the consequences.

Have you got that?

Yes, I believe you have.

Herbert! You gotta bring the police

into this. Now if you don't, I will.

That man is crazy,

I could see it in his face.

And he threatened you.

Something about leaving

the key to the exhibit.

Let's tell the police. If you don't,

I will, but I don't know what to say.

You can't fool around

with a person like that.

"Robbins. 2340 Francisco."

His name is John Leslie Stevenson.

English, he's a surgeon.

Approximately 37 years of age,

flaxen-hair, clean-shaven...

...and stands well above

6 feet in height.

What makes you say that this,

Dr. Stevenson...

...is responsible for the death

of the girls?

I just know for a fact he is.

- I see. Do you have spiritual powers?

- Do I what?

Are you a medium or a mystic?

I make no claim to supernatural

gifts of any sort.

If I could reveal the source

of my information, I...

As a matter of fact,

I'm also a detective.

I was sent from London on the trail

of Stevenson, traveling incognito.

My name...

- My name is Sherlock Holmes

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