Shadow of a Doubt Page #2

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to send a telegram to?

I know a wonderful person who'll come

and stir us up. Just the one to save us.

What do you mean, "save us"?

All this time, there's been

one right person to save us.

- What's Uncle Charlie's address?

- Uncle Charlie?

- You're not going to ask him for money?

- Of course not.

That wouldn't help us.

What's his address?

- The last address I had -

- Do you know how many steps it is

to get from here

to the drugstore and back?

- 649.

- If you've forgotten, I won't tell you.

I remember. Philadelphia.

You can't ask a busy man

to come all this way for nothing.

He'll come for me. I'm named after him.

Besides, we're the only relatives

he has in the world.

If you come

all the way up Fourth Street, it's 802.

- Mama, guess what?

- I have no time for guessing.

What's that thing in your hair?

Well, I'll tell you anyway, even though

I think it's nicer when people guess.

Mrs Henderson said to call her at

the telegraph office. We have a telegram.

Ann, I don't think you ought to put things

behind your ears.

- Something might get into your ear.

- Emmy, Ann says we have a telegram.

I think you ought to find out about it.

Somebody might be sick or something.

Mrs Henderson didn't read the telegram

because I couldn't find a pencil.

When I have a house, it's going

to be full of well-sharpened pencils.

- Did Mrs Henderson say who it's from?

- No, she didn't.

She might have said who it was from.

Come on, Ann. That's my chair.

I'll call up and find out.

If you will be quiet just a second.

Hello.

Oh, nothing, Operator. Just 181.

- If that's from my sister -

- Hello?

Mrs Henderson? This is Emma Newton.

Ann says you have a telegram for me.

- Mama, you don't have to shout.

- Ssh.

Really, Papa. You'd think

Mama had never seen a phone.

She makes no allowance for science.

She thinks she has to cover the distance

by sheer lungpower.

Why, how wonderful. Thursday, you say?

Looks like somebody's coming.

- Who's coming, Ma?

- Well, it's the most wonderful surprise.

It's my brother, you know.

My younger brother. The baby.

Yes, of course, a little spoiled.

Families always spoil the youngest.

Well, it's just simply wonderful.

Thanks most awfully, Mrs Henderson.

Well...

What do you think? Charles is coming.

- Who?

- Your Uncle Charlie.

Did you say "Charles"?

And our Charlie's sending him a telegram.

Now, what made her think to do that?

Hello, Charlie. I just called your house.

- Telegram for your mother.

- Did you?

Gonna send that by Bill Forest,

but you can take it.

Thanks. From your uncle.

The spoiled one.

My uncle? My Uncle Charlie?

Yeah.

Mrs Henderson,

do you believe in telepathy?

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