Man in the Attic Page #2

I should like to have it here.

It comforts me.

The Rlpper agaln! Murder In Whitechapel.

- Murder. Another Rlpper murder.

- Another one.

- Another murder.

- Another one of those horrible Jack the Ripper murders.

Why can't the police stop them?

"Jack the Ripper."

What a revolting, stupid name.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Harley. The-

The whole thing

is repugnant to me.

If you'll excuse me,

I'll get your dinner now.

Murder. Evening Standard. Echo.

The Ripper again.

Murder In Whitechapel.

Murder. Another Rlpper murder.

Another murder.

Evening Standard.

Echo.

- Oh, it's you.

- Oh, you heard?

- Yes. Another murder.

- The fourth. All the same.

He cuts their throats and then uses his knife

like a doctor who's gone mad.

The papers daren't print

all the details. Too gruesome.

- Want to read it?

- Uh, no, thank you.

William,

Mr. Slade took the room.

- Mm-hmm.

- And the attic too.

- He's taklng them as of now.

- I say, that's a bit quick, isn't it?

He won't be any trouble

to us at all.

Don't like renting out

bits and pieces of my own home.

Can't have any privacy.

Besides, we need the money.

I suppose you want me

to go up and make a show of hospitality.

No. Tomorrow will do, dear,

but if you're finished with the paper...

let me take it up to Mr. Slade

with his dinner.

Finished with it?

I just got it.

There, you see?

It's beginning-

- Well, now. Where's that dog?

- I think I saw him go upstairs.

Look, that fellow is not

going to have my dog too, is he?

These pictures-

Their eyes follow you wherever you move.

They watch.

They get on my nerves.

I don't Ilke belng watched.

I understand.

I'll have them taken down tomorrow.

Further, they are

pictures of actresses.

Yes. I hope you don't

really object to actresses.

My niece Lily is on the stage.

- Your niece?

- Yes, we're very proud of her.

She opens next week

at the Piccadilly Theatre Royal.

She's bringing over

some special dances from Paris.

They're qulte shocklng,

but they're most dellghtful.

And she is very beautiful too,

I suppose.

Oh, yes.

Walt tlll you meet her.

Meet her?

Yes. She'll live here

in this house.

Oh, you'll soon change your mind

about actresses, Mr. Slade.

Come on, Prince.

Helen, it's 7:
00.

Be qulet, dear. Read your paper.

We're just coming.

Oh, I'm as good

as my word, Daisy.

I've got your pass

for Miss Lily's performance tonight.

Oh, Mr. Harley, sir,

you're awfully nice.

What's the matter?

Don't you want to go now?

Oh, I do, sir. I do.

- But I'm afraid.

- Afraid?

Well, there ain't a girl in all London

who fancies walking home alone at night...

what with the Ripper

up to his devilish tricks.

Well, I suppose

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