Creature with the Atom Brain Page #2

be killed by bullets.

Creature?

You don't expect us to believe that?

- No.

- Big joke.

Just for that I'll misspell your name.

I don't blame them.

I don't believe it myself

and I was with you.

Dave. Come on in.

- Where's Chet?

- Sleeping.

Sleeping? At this hour?

Yes, at this hour. 7:30.

Well, don't blame me, Joyce.

I didn't ask him to be a cop.

Get him up, will you? it's important.

- Where's Penny?

- Having breakfast.

Uncle Dave.

Well, how's my little sweetheart

this morning, huh?

I feel fine, Uncle Dave.

There's some coffee in there, Dave.

Thanks, I can use it.

Well, Penny and me are going to have

a little tte--tte, aren't we, huh?

I never tasted a tte--tte before.

Chet.

Chet.

Chet, wake up.

Chet, not now!

- Name a better time.

- Dave's here.

Oh, he can wait till I kiss my wife.

Chet, he'll hear us.

So what? We're married.

But he's not.

Well, then let him find out

what he's missing.

Chet, he says it's important.

Important?

About that murder last night?

Yeah, must be.

You didn't tell me anything about it.

I don't believe in talking shop

when I'm home.

You'll probably read all about it anyway.

And when you do, you won't believe it.

I'll tell him you'll be right out.

Oh, this door sticks.

Remember, Mrs. Walker,

you had your chance.

Come on, open up.

Tell me a story first.

It's too early in the morning for stories.

I always tell a story to my dolly.

- Do you like her?

- Oh, I'm crazy about her.

- What's her name?

- Henrietta.

Henrietta?

I used to go with a girl named Henrietta.

What happened to her?

What happened to her

shouldn't happen to your doll.

She married a con man.

That's not the kind of

a story to tell kids.

- Hi, Penny.

- Hello, Daddy.

Hurry up, Penny. You'll be late for school.

Come on.

Atta girl. Goodbye now.

Goodbye, Daddy.

- Goodbye, Uncle Dave.

- Have fun, Penny.

That's the story of a cop's life.

"Hello, Daddy. Goodbye, Daddy."

What's up?

You'd better sit down first.

I just came from the Bureau.

They checked the murderer's fingerprints.

His name is Willard Pearce.

They let me have it from the files.

Petty theft, fraud, three months in prison,

tubercular...

How could a tubercular man have strength

enough to break those bars like that?

You think that's something?

Answer this one.

How could a dead man have strength

enough to do it?

Deceased?

Yeah, and I used to think

Scrabble was tough.

When did he die?

Well, according to that, 24 days ago.

Oh, that doesn't make sense.

You're the smart one.

If it doesn't make sense to you,

imagine how it sounds to me.

Have they got a file on this guy?

Yes, I copied it.

"Died of asphyxiation

on the 22nd of last month.

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