Dead of Night Page #3

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it was no more than five minutes.

- Does that mean I'm going crackers?

- My dear chap, of course not.

In the split second

before your car crashed,

you were firmly convinced you were

going to be killed, weren't you?

- Yes. Yes, I was.

- That fear has remained with you.

I wasn't conscious of it.

You mean my subconscious mind?

You'd already passed

the purely physical crisis.

That apparition of death is what

we call the psychological crisis.

Yes, maybe.

But suppose I go on seeing things?

You won't.

I'll lay you 2 to 1 in pounds,

we'll have you out of here in a week.

It's a bet. If I lose, I win.

'As a matter of fact, I won.

That is, I lost, if you see what I mean.

'Albury was right,

I made marvellous headway,

'and was able to leave the nursing

home before the week was over.'

Excuse me,

can you tell me the time?

- Yes, it's quarter past four.

- Thanks.

Just room for one inside, sir.

So you see, if I hadn't seen

that man driving the hearse,

I wouldn't be alive to tell the tale.

Bit sick for the passengers on the bus.

Yes, the hearse driver

might've tipped them off, too!

Perhaps he did,

but perhaps they were all Doubting

Thomases like Dr Van Straaten.

This time you have got

your evidence, Doctor.

Mr Grainger told the specialist

about the hearse

before he went to catch the bus.

I'm afraid that does not prove

the bus conductor had

the features of the hearse driver

or that he said,

"Just room for one inside."

But he had and he did.

Nothing will ever shake me.

That hearse driver was sent to me

as a warning.

I agree. Otherwise,

why didn't he board the bus?

- Exactly.

- He hadn't recovered completely yet.

Your were still obsessed by your crash.

It made you reluctant to board

any kind of vehicle, didn't it?

- Sorry, Doctor, I'll not buy that one.

- Well, maybe it's as well.

You cling to your belief, my boy,

that providence is specially

concerned about your survival.

No use, Grainger. We're both in the

same boat. We'll never convince him.

What Dr Van Straaten wants

is genuine first-hand evidence.

The kind that would satisfy

judge and jury.

And neither of us has been

able to produce that... yet.

Darling, where on earth

did you spring from?

Brenda suddenly changed her mind

about staying up in town.

Would you pay the taxi?

I spent my last penny on the train fare.

- Hello, Eliot.

- Hello, Joyce.

Oh, your penniless brunette.

All right, I'll pay the taxi.

...I made a dash

for Charing Cross and caught the 3:15.

A delightful surprise, my dear.

Though no surprise to Mr Craig.

Let me introduce you.

Mr Craig, Mrs Grainger,

your dream come true.

Yes, she's the sixth person.

Sixth person? Are you playing

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