Calling Dr. Death Page #2

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Mark, are you ill?

I don't know.

Something must be wrong.

I remember leaving the house

Saturday afternoon.

From then on,

everything is a blank.

You've got to help me.

I guess I must be ill.

Please don't worry, Mark.

We'll work this out.

Now, you sit right down there, and

I'll get you something to fix you up.

Go on, sit down.

Saturday afternoon.

Sunday.

Where was I?

I've got to recall.

I left the house,

got into the car,

I drove.

Drove.

Here, take this.

It'll help you.

Oh, no, thanks, Stella,

I never use them.

Maria?

Must be.

Nothing like this

ever happened before.

We had an argument and...

Stella, do you know that I

couldn't even tie my own shoelaces?

Bryant had to do it for me.

And now all this.

Well, I'm calling off your

appointments for this morning.

You're going to the gym. A good

rub and a shower will do you good.

No, Stella,

that won't be necessary.

I'll be all right. Thanks.

Mark, there are

two men outside.

Detectives.

Detectives?

Yes, and I don't think

it's a professional call.

Well, we'll soon see.

Yes, gentlemen?

We'd like to see you alone,

Doctor.

I'm sorry, but Miss Madden is

always present at my interviews.

Okay. When did you last see your

wife? What are you talking about?

Murder.

Your wife's been killed.

Where is she?

When did it happen?

At your lodge.

Sometime during the weekend.

Better come along with us,

identify the body.

I'll be right with you.

Won't you be seated?

Excuse me.

Mark,

you mustn't say a word.

You were with me

Saturday and Sunday.

That's why Stella

is so worried.

I have no alibi.

Don't even know where I was.

It's horrible.

Oh, this whole thing, it's

ridiculous... Please do as I say.

We'll talk about it later.

All right, Stella.

She's in the house, Doc.

Any statement to make, Doc?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm Inspector Gregg, Doctor.

Where is she?

She's in the bedroom.

Must have been

quite a struggle.

Hello, Doc.

You don't remember me.

No.

I worked at the clinic.

Killed

with a blunt instrument.

Skull crushed.

Yeah, acid.

Maria's face,

it's horrible.

I can't recognize her.

Beautiful Maria.

Her mask destroyed.

She must have

suffered terribly.

A button.

Doctor.

I hope you'll excuse me for

questioning you at this time,

but it's important.

Did she have any enemies

that you know of?

Why, no.

There was a man with her.

The gas attendant down the way

gave us his description.

Do you know who he was?

I have no idea.

The description resembles you.

Pretty messy throwing acid

in a woman's face,

then killing her.

Motive could be jealousy.

What do you think, Doctor?

I wasn't jealous of my wife!

No offense, Doctor,

but under the circumstances,

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