While the City Sleeps Page #8

Come on.

Mildred... what's going on?

Well?

Oh, about the race, darling-

I have news for you.

You've both come in a tie-

For second place.

Laugh it off, Jon.

You're still the best newspaper

editor in the united states.

Of the sentinel, anyway.

And the whole thing figures.

How can you say that?

Harry Kritzer.

I say it figures.

There you were, you and loving,

Batting your brains out.

Loving brings in a television contract

Worth half a million dollars.

You and I cook up a

scheme to catch the killer-

Endangering, let us not forget,

The life of one of the

most wonderful gals in the-

Carlo, can you find me a sandwich

And a glass of milk, please?

You bet I can.

Continue. You get a great scoop.

The text of the full confession

of the killer, exclusively.

And who ends up on top?

Honest Harry Kritzer.

Because all the time

he's been playing footsie

With Walter's wife.

Shall I continue?

Continue.

I love to be sad.

Harry Kritzer gets the job,

Walter Kyne gets his wife back,

And Mildred Donner ends up with

A syndicated column.

And you and I each get a $1,000 bonus.

They'll have to mail mine to me.

I've quit.

You don't mean that.

Kyne has my letter of resignation.

Am I supposed to laugh this off, too?

Every man protects

What is most precious to him.

It gets down to the squeeze, Jon.

That's it.

Big men protect big things,

And little men like Walter Kyne-

Don't stop on my account.

May I, uh, serve all you gentlemen

A drink on the house?

I'll have mine straight, Carlo.

Yes, sir.

I invited you to continue, Mobley.

Little men protect what they

consider most precious, too.

Walter Kyne-

What does he have to protect?

His face. Appearances.

The appearances that go

along with $10 million

And a smile from the

owner of the cub room

And a beautiful, faithless wife.

Feel sorry for him, Jon.

He carries his own cross

on his 2 x 4 shoulders.

He knows just how little he really is.

I'll mail you a postcard, Jon.

Ed! Ed!

I don't know why we

had to travel all night

To get married in Florida.

They do it nice here.

You folks read the local paper?

That's just why we came.

Thank you.

I'll take it.

Whew.

My, my. They have it here, too.

"I confess:

"Full text of

"The New York lipstick

killer's confession,

By Edward Mobley. "

So I confess.

And listen to this-

"Mr. Walter Kyne announces the appointment

So he confesses, too.

"Announces the appointment

Look, I haven't had any

sleep for two nights, honey.

Get your things off.

It's your wedding day.

You want to look nice.

"Announces the appointment

of Jon day Griffith

"As executive director

of Kyne newspapers

And associated enterprises. "

Ahh, you're making that up.

"And announces that Mr. Harry Kritzer-

"Mr. Harry Kritzer, veteran

chief of Kyne pics...

"leaves immediately on a two-Year tour

"As a roving ambassador of goodwill

To friendly nations

all over the globe. "

Little boys grow up. You never know.

"At the same time, Mr. Kyne

disclosed the appointment

"Of Mildred Donner,

former women's writer,

"To the newly-Created post

Of personal assistant to Mr. Kyne. "

Now, that's better. Romance is not dead.

"Consistent with the policy

of rewarding merit...

Look at this beautiful nightgown.

And a shorty, too.

Put it down, darling, it's daylight.

And you can see right through it.

"Consistent with the

policy of rewarding merit,

"Mr. Edward Mobley will

be tendered the position

Of managing editor of

the New York sentinel. "

Where?

My, my. How warm it gets down here.

They can't do this!

Wait till I see him.

I'll tell him a few things.

What does he think?

Everybody has to jump when he whistles?

I did something for you this morning.

I know you did. You made

an honest man out of me.

I couldn't buy you that

explorer's license, darling.

They never heard of such a thing.

The best I could do

was a hunting license.

That would be Mr. Kyne.

Was there something you

wanted to say to him?

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