Harper Page #2

the administration building.

He said he wanted to call the

Bel-Air Hotel for a limousine.

Daddy keeps a bungalow there.

I taxied the plane up to

our hangar and tied it down.

When I got back to the entrance,

Mr. Sampson wasn't there.

I waited. Then I went to the

Bel-Air Hotel and I waited some more.

What about luggage? Was he

planning to spend the night?

He said he was, but he

didn't have any luggage.

That doesn't mean anything.

Daddy keeps a lot of clothes at the bungalow.

He likes to be able to pick up fast.

So do I.

How long did it take you

to bed down the plane?

Fifteen minutes. Twenty at the outside.

That's not very much time for a

limousine to get there from the Bel-Air.

Maybe he never called the hotel.

Maybe somebody met him at the airport.

Will you be going back to Los Angeles?

- Yeah, after I see a friend.

- Male or female?

Sampson's lawyer.

Albert Graves.

Well, you can fly Mr. Harper

there or you can stay here with me.

I'll fly.

It'll keep me from getting bored.

- Hey, you in a hurry?

- Yeah, sort of.

- Storing up for the winter?

- Yeah.

- Come on, let's split.

- Sold!

You met my friend Felix?

He's always listening.

We're friends, aren't we, Felix?

He's some cat, that Felix.

How come so rough on Miranda?

How come everybody jumps to

conclusions about me and Miranda?

Listen, she's no genius, you know.

Besides, she's an adolescent.

I can't help the way she feels.

Anyway, I got myself a real woman.

How does Miranda get along with her old man?

Okay, until a little while ago,

when he started trying

to make her get married.

Oh, yeah? Anybody in particular?

Yeah. Your buddy.

Albert Graves.

Oh.

Oh! Hi.

You look like death warmed over.

Always nice to hear from

my fans. What's that?

What's that?

- Things any better with Susan?

- Yeah. Terrific.

Good, good.

Oh, I just... Staying in shape.

I still do the old Canadian Air

Force exercises every morning.

Yogurt for lunch and then a lot of this.

It's all paying off, don't you think?

Yeah, I've never seen you look more

ravishing than you are at the moment.

You talk to Mrs. Sampson?

- That's a sweet lady. Warm, content.

- A love.

- Why'd she hire me?

- I talked her into it.

I think Sampson needs protection.

He's worth $20 million on the

hoof and he's an alcoholic.

That's just for openers.

I also think he's losing his mind.

Did she mention Claude, the

holy man he gave the mountain to?

Yeah.

Now Mrs. Sampson thinks the old

man is running with another woman.

That's because I encouraged

her to think that.

She'd never spend a penny on him if

she only thought his life was in danger.

What about the old-fashioned

custom of calling the police?

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