Murder by Death Page #2

You are Mr. and Mrs. Charleston?

Not quite.

I am Inspector Wang

of Catalina, please.

This adopted son, Willie.

I trust you had a pleasant journey

despite the storm?

Strange weather.

Storm only outside when inside.

That. That's just one

of Mr. Twain's little toys.

An electronic device.

Mr. Twain,

as you will soon discover...

...prefers his atmosphere murky.

- May I have your bags, sir?

- No, no.

Son will get bags.

That is why I adopted him.

Very good, sir.

One moment, please,

while I close the door.

Now, if you will follow me,

I will show you to your room.

Very large house.

No other servants?

I'm not sure.

I've never seen anyone.

Mr. Twain asked me to see

that you're made comfortable...

...and to say he'll

join you after dinner.

After dinner?

Host not have dinner with guests?

No. Mr. Twain prefers to eat out.

- Wait, please. What that?

- That? It's nothing. Just the cat.

That cat?

You feed cat dog food?

I'm afraid he's

a very angry cat, sir.

Mr. Twain had him fixed,

and he didn't want to be.

Big house, huh, Pop?

Big house like man

married to fat woman:

Hard to get around.

Here we are.

I'm sure you'll find this suitable.

- It's a cold house.

- I've taken care of that.

You'll find a nice, cosy fire

in your room.

It's a bit smoky, sir.

I'm afraid that fireplace

hasn't been used in years.

- At least the bed will be warm.

- If you wish anything, please ring.

- Where buzzer?

- It's behind the bed, sir, there.

Dinner will be at 9:00...

...and Mr. Twain

likes his guests to dress.

The doorbell. Excuse me.

Wow! What a creepy guy.

Why would anyone want to hire

a blind butler?

For one thing, very cheap.

How butler know

how much he get paid?

Drink this. You'll feel better.

If Myron hadn't barked,

we'd have missed the statue falling.

It wasn't meant to kill.

It's a warning.

Somebody's trying

to frighten us. Why?

Whatever his reason,

he's doing well.

- Why hasn't anybody answered?

- Don't ring it! Knock, don't ring.

I won't, I promise.

- What is it now, Myron?

- Up there, Dora. Look.

- A blind butler.

- Don't let him park the car, Dickie.

Good evening.

We have been expecting you.

We let ourselves in.

Dick and Dora Charleston.

Good evening.

We have been expecting you.

Your room is ready,

if you'll just follow me, please.

Don't mind him. It's just the cat.

- We left our luggage in the trunk.

- I'll get it later...

...when I park the car.

- Was that Mr. Wang's car out front?

- Yes. They're resting in their room.

I've put you in the same wing

as Mr. Wang.

Isn't that nice?

We're in Wang's wing.

Not many people come

to the manor these days.

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