The Big Clock Page #4

on the fourth floor

in the broom closet,

a bulb has been burning

for several days.

Find the man responsible.

Dock his pay.

Yes, Earl.

Table, miss?

No, thank you.

I'm looking for someone.

Oh, there they are.

Pardon me.

How about another?

I really shouldn't.

Bartender,

two more stingers.

Make it three.

Uh, no, just two,

please.

I have to go.

An appointment

with my psychiatrist.

Do you always drink

stingers, Mr. Stroud?

Mm-hmm.

What makes you think

my name is Stroud?

Oh, I'm psychic...

horoscopes,

crystal balls, astrology.

Perhaps I should've

brought a deck of cards.

Your hand will do.

Oh, I see a stranger

coming into your life,

a woman of mystery.

Does she know

I'm married?

Yes. And I saw

a recent quarrel

with a very unpleasant man,

a publisher,

and the words, "26 hours

a day, Christmases,

Fourth of Julys..."

Wait a minute.

You've been doing a lot more

than just reading palms.

You might add a pinch

of listening in Earl's

office this morning.

What were you doing

in his office?

We're old friends.

Perhaps I should say

we were.

Didn't think he had

any friends.

Thought all he was

crazy about was clocks.

Maybe I have

a clock.

What you said this morning

made me think we have

a great deal in common.

You know the inside Janoth.

I know the outside.

And together we...

Oh, oh, Georgette!

Say, you're late.

Oh, oh, this is Miss...

Pauline York.

She was

telling my fortune.

Oh. With tea leaves,

I see.

Don't let me disturb you.

I'm afraid the psychic

vibrations are unsympathetic.

Good-bye, George.

She is psychic.

I'm definitely

unsympathetic.

Let me explain.

It better be good.

Believe me, it is good,

because A:

She just sat down.

B:
I wouldn't make

a pass at her on a bet.

C:
You knew I'd be along.

And D:
This proves it...

a reserved table,

champagne,

everything.

Now, did you

get the tickets?

Mm-hmm.

A drawing room

on the 722

from Penn Station.

Next stop:

Wheeling, West Virginia.

I still can't

believe we're going.

I get so worried sometimes.

Worried? That's no mood

for a honeymoon, darling.

I know,

but sometimes I think

you married that magazine.

We got a certificate

that says different.

But we're like two strangers.

Either you come

dragging home too tired

to talk to me,

or you're having fun

with some dancer

in San Francisco.

I told you.

That was an article.

I could write an article:

"How to Look at a Wall

in Six Easy Lessons."

We should have stayed

in West Virginia.

We'd be a family now,

an honest-to-goodness,

full-time family.

George, the whole thing

is wrong.

Little George doesn't know you.

A boy needs his father,

someone to teach him

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