Lady on a Train Page #3

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Murder?

Yes. It was on

a train at night.

Good. Very good.

It was snowing. I looked out

the window and saw a man killed.

L...

No. You looked in a window.

Out the window's been done.

This isn't a story.

It happened!

And instead of a man,

make it a woman.

A mangled, life...

It happened?

Yes.

Mr. Morgan, you know all

about murders. If you could...

Go to the police.

But the police...

The police!

Miss Fletcher.

Later at the hospital,

Roger had but one thought:

He must return

to the scene of the crime.

That's it!

What's it?

I've got to locate the scene

of the crime. I knew you

wouldn't disappoint me.

But we've got to work fast

before my father finds out.

Excuse me.

Joyce! I've been trying

to call you all morning.

Who was that?

Who was that?

I never saw her before

in my life. Type that up.

Tear it up?

Type it up!

Believe me, darling.

L-I never saw her before

in my life.

[Whistle Blowing]

Hey, look.

We're seein' things.

A dame!

[Horn Blowing]

[Bell Ringing]

Give you a lift, miss?

Thanks.

Just a minute.

There you are.

Thanks.

What're you lookin' for?

A room. I've been looking

all afternoon.

Got an extra one

at my house.

The room I'm looking for

has a dead man in it.

Come on.

Excuse me, miss.

Wayne! Wayne, darling,

do you want to see me

on the screen or don't you?

Sorry, dear. Thanks.

The doorman's wife

just had twins.

Newsreel theater.

Yes, sir.

[Horn Honking]

Mr. Morgan!

Taxi!

Follow that car.

[Newsreel Narrator] Who have

we here, lending her graceful

charm to our beauty parade?

LovelyJoyce Williams.

You see?

It's on already.

Miss Cafe Society oflast year

has the latest

fashion problems...

right in the palm

ofher hand.

No wonder Miss Williams

has that big smile on her face.

What girl wouldn't, wearing this

exclusive creation by Ducette?

The puppet master

pulls the strings...

and other members

of the younger set

pass in review.

Psst!

This nonchalant ensemble...

Excuse me.

Mr. Morgan!

Notice the petal-soft

Angora Jersey...

Excuse me. Excuse me.

In its lovely shade

of aquamarine.

I've got to talk to you.

What a feast for the eye.

This scintillating display...

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Ofbeauty a la mode.

How annoying!

I'm sorry.

[Packages Thudding]

Oh!

Darling, who is that?

[Nicki]

Mr. Morgan.!

Shh!

Who is that?

No one, dear.

Well, see what

she wants.

What do you want?

I couldn't find it.

What? Not now.

The scene

of the crime.

You promised to help me.

I didn't say

I'd help you.

I didn't say I'd help her.

[Loudly] Go away!

Young man, please.

I'll see you tomorrow.

What?

Shh!

I'll see you tomorrow.

What?

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