Lady on a Train Page #2
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- 1945
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I promise I'll go to
bed early, I won't talk
to any strange men...
and I'll call Aunt Martha
the first thing
in the morning, yes.
[Smacks Kiss]
I love you, Daddy. Bye.
Do you have the audacity to say
that I, Haskell of the New York
office, stole a radio?
Well, didn't you?
Really! When you said,
"Oh, the radio," and I turned,
you knew
perfectly well...
Oh, you poor man.
That eye. Tsk-tsk-tsk.
Oh, it must hurt terribly.
Oh!
It is sheer agony.
We must do something to get
that swelling down.
I know!
Something cold.
Ah! Hold this against
your eye for a few minutes
and it'll feel much better.
Against it?
Oh, it is cold!
That's right.
Yes, it is.
Very comfortable.
That's fine.
Operator, I'd like to get
the telephone number
of a Mr. Morgan.
A Mr. Wayne Morgan.
That mystery-writing person?
Is he a friend of yours?
Huh-uh. I need his help.
It's about a murderer.
I have to get in touch
with him.
Huh-huh!
Murderer, indeed.
Pardon me.
Your father told the
whole office how you uncovered
a spy in San Francisco.
He had no right hanging around
the Golden Gate Bridge!
So you had him arrested.
Certainly! He had
buck teeth just like a Jap.
That man was
a member of the FBI.
Operator,
cancel that call.
Now, you are not
going to telephone
the mystery writer.
Once again,
Roger's nimble brain
had come to the rescue.
Little did
Count Cuchini realize
that the deadly weapon...
Roger pressed into
his back... was only...
A pipe.
A pipe.
How did you know?
Mr. Morgan,
in all your books you...
Never mind!
Roger smiled.
He was quite handsome,
Handsome?
Quite.
He had, uh,
piercing blue eyes,
strong white teeth,
and a bulldog chin...
that typified strength
and determination.
No?
No.
Roger's chin,
though some people
might call it weak,
typified far more strength
and determination...
than the proverbial
bulldog variety.
Mr. Morgan, there's
a young lady outside,
the same one
that's been trying
to see you for three days.
Oh, later, Maxwell.
the sitting room door
behind him slowly opened.
A shot rang out!
Then the shattering
of glass.
Roger clutched his side.
Blood.
He fell to the floor.
[Yawning]
Dead?
No, wounded.
Roger raised himself
to one elbow.
He must get help.
Of course.! The phone.
Despite the pain,
Roger dragged himself
across the floor.
The phone.
He must get...
to the phone.
[Clears Throat]
My name is Nicki Collins.
How do you... do?
Where was I?
You'd just been shot
in the sitting room.
Oh, yes.
Later at the hospital,
Roger...
Mr. Morgan, you've got to
help me. It's about a murder.
Later at the hospital, Ro...
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