Whoever Slew Auntie Roo? Page #2

to say, have in the past

so improved their behavior,

that we all thought

they should attend.

They are a brother and sister.

Frederika and Frank Fillmore.

Uh!

Inspector Willoughby,

has very kindly again

volunteered his car this year.

So we shall be leaving for Forrest

Grange at 6:
00 precisely.

Last year, Mrs. Forrest let

me have 3 helpings of turkey

and 2 kinds of ice cream,

and after I throwed up,

she let me have seconds!

Oh, Angela, really, darling!

What's this American lady

really like, Ralph?

Well, I can't say I know her.

I mean, I meet her once a year like

this when I volunteer to drive.

What's this story

about her daughter?

Well, you were on the

case, weren't you?

Yes. Did you ever see

her husband on the stage?

No.

Oh, it's a pity. I saw him

once just after the armistice.

He was, without doubt, the

greatest magician I ever saw.

Quite a catch for Rosie Miller of

the Floradora Girls, they said.

Sounds like a perfect match.

She liked his tricks

and he liked hers.

Yeah.

And a partridge

in a pear tree

On the 3rd day of Christmas

My true love gave to me

3 French hens

2 turtledoves

And a partridge

in a pear tree

On the 4th day of Christmas

My true love gave to me

4 calling birds

3 French hens

2 turtledoves

And a partridge

in a pear tree

Happy Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Welcome to Forrest Grange.

Doctor.

Happy Christmas. Thank you.

Happy Christmas.

Inspector.

Children, there

are sweets for everyone.

Everyone in the drawing room.

I've heard too many stories

about what happened to

Katharine Forrest, Ralph.

What's the truth?

Would you believe me if I told

you we don't know the truth?

The case is still open?

All we know is, a little girl

called Katharine disappeared

from this house, as if she was

part of her father's magic act.

She's never been seen and

she's never turned up.

Children don't just vanish.

Ah, now, you see, you're

being cynical, like me.

You're a cynic?

Only about human

beings. Come on.

Come on.

Shh.

And Merry Christmas to you.

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

Looks like it's there,

but if it's no good,

we'd better cut it out.

Here are some very special,

tasty gingerbread men,

just like we have in America.

Everyone gets one.

Robin, Angela.

Thank you.

Can I have one?

Of course, Peter.

Thank you, Mrs. Forrest.

Peter, call me Aunt Roo.

I mean, thank you, Aunt Roo.

Peter, you mustn't be so greedy!

Oh, Miss Henley, it's Christmas!

Let them fill themselves.

You always spoil them,

Mrs. Forrest.

Oh, but they're so beautiful.

Isn't it a shame there isn't a

way to make time stand still?

Keeping the children

just as they are tonight,

preserving their

wonderful years,

pure and perfect,

before the ugliness and evil

of the world crushes them.

Don't you think?

Well, yes.

Yes, Albie?

I found these 2 little lost souls

wandering around the back, madam.

Can't get a word out

of either of them.

Whatever has got into you two!

They're not supposed to be here!

They are the most incorrigible,

the most uncooperative...

Miss Henley, Miss Henley,

There's always enough room

for children at

the Forrest Grange.

There's more than enough

of everything. Right?

Now, tell me,

what are your names?

Hmm?

This is my sister, Katy,

and I'm Christopher Coombs.

How do you do?

How do you do?

And thank you for

allowing us to stay.

What lovely manners.

You're going to have to catch up

with the other children!

How on earth did they get here?

Couldn't have walked,

it's over 3 miles!

Merry Christmas, Miss Henley.

"'Twas the

night before Christmas."

"And all through the house."

"Not a creature was stirring,

not even a mouse."

"The stockings were hung

by the chimney with care."

"In the hope that St.

Nicholas would soon be there."

"As I drew in my head

and was turning around."

"Down the chimney St.

Nicholas came with a bound."

"He spoke not a word,

but went straight to his work."

"And he filled all the stockings

then turned with a jerk."

"And laying his

finger aside of his nose."

"And giving a nod

up the chimney he rose."

"And he sprang to his sleigh,

to his team gave a whistle."

"And away they all flew,

like the down of a thistle."

"And I heard him exclaim,

ere he drove out of sight."

"'A Merry Christmas to all

and to all a good night'."

Who's that?

Well, that's me!

About 100 years ago

when I was a soubrette.

Angels, when you

come in this house,

you're taking a

stroll down memory lane.

Are you really 100 years old?

Oh, much more, Katy.

Your Auntie Roo is a child of the

Cakewalk and the Turkey Trot.

Oh,

I was once the rage of Paris

and I gave up a

brilliant career for love.

Did you?

Mm-hmm.

A dashing young English magician

by the name of Col. Forrest

thought I was the cutest

little thing he'd ever seen.

Especially when I did my turn.

I'll tell you what,

tomorrow night we'll have a

pantomime and I'll do it for you.

And I can recite.

All right.

Anyway, I married my hero,

packed away my dancing shoes

and I became the

Lady of Forrest Grange.

Is he dead now?

Who?

Col. Forrest.

Yes. No...

well,

he's just gone to the

other side of the mirror,

but I talk to him often.

I saw a dead person once

and he couldn't talk.

Perhaps, Christopher,

there was no one there

who knew how to reach him.

It's time to go to sleep.

Uh, no food upstairs and

wash your sticky fingers.

And Father Christmas

will not come

unless you're all,

all fast asleep.

Hurry, hurry,

hurry! Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

You're absolutely marvelous.

Goodnight.

Goodnight! "Merry Christmas to

all and to all a good night."

Goodnight.

Anything else, madam?

Yes, Clarine,

Did you find the old nightclothes

for Katy and Christopher?

Oh, yes, and I laid them out

on the bed just like you said.

Good. It was a

lovely party, Clarine.

Thank you, madam.

You know the best part?

What?

Miss Henley, the way she looked!

Katy! No! No! No!

Don't! Don't!

Oh, baby.

Sweetheart, wait for me in the carriage.

I won't be a minute.

You're always late.

Be a good girl. Go

to bed. Sleep tight.

Mummy'll see you in the morning.

Please, mummy!

All right,

slide down the banister

and mummy will

give you a quick kiss.

No!

No! No!

No!

What is it?

Uh, nothing.

Nothing.

Katy, you promise me

never to do that again.

It's very dangerous.

I'm sorry. I promise.

All right. Go up

to bed, dear. Go on.

Are you all right, madam?

Yes, I'm all right.

Yes, I... I... I think I'll change.

Clarine? Would...

Yes, madam?

Would you like to join

the circle tonight?

Oh, thank you.

Um,

No, uh, I still have

some washing up to do.

Well,

If Mr. Benton gets here,

have Albie show him

into the study right away.

Yes, madam.

I wish she'd adopt us,

Then nobody will be able

to call us runaways any more.

We'll live in a big house

and call all the

others runaways.

I'd like that, too.

Come to bed.

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