The Lodger Page #2

Whatever you wish. The maid will get

your meals whenever you want them.

- You have a maid?

- It happens to be her night out.

But I'll get you some supper.

You would like some supper,

I expect.

Yes, I should. Thank you.

This is a beautiful old Bible.

- It was my Aunt Sophie's.

- You'll leave it here?

You'd like to have it.

Mine, too, are the problems of life...

and death.

Murder in White chapel! Murder!

The Ripper's been at it again!

Ripper sensation!

Read it in your paper!

Oh, it's you. I wondered why

the door was open.

- Where have you been?

- Where-Where have I been?

I just slipped out.

There's a new edition come up, you know.

I heard the newsboy shouting.

People are getting really alarmed.

Especially women.

He only does women, you know.

He cuts their throat,

and then he... uses his knife.

It's terrible.

They say the papers

don't print all the details.

The frightening part about it

is nobody knows why he does it...

or what he's like.

By the way, did you, uh,

get rid of that fella?

He's taken the rooms.

Well, that means

there's a stranger in the house.

We'll have no more privacy.

He'll be no trouble. We shall hardly

know that he's in the house.

Well, if you really want to do it.

I've done it anyway.

All right, old girl.

Now I must get him some supper.

- What, you mean he's already moved in?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, what about references?

But, Robert, he's a gentleman...

a kind of doctor, a pathologist.

He insisted on paying a month in advance.

Besides, I'm sure the agents would never

send anyone who wasn't quite...

I suppose I better make some sort

of a show of welcoming him.

- Tomorrow will do, darling.

- Good.

Well, if there's anything

I can do for him.

I've finished with this paper.

Perhaps he might like to read the news.

I've brought you some supper.

May I come in?

There was something peculiar

about those pictures.

I don't suppose you ever noticed it,

but wherever you went in this room...

the eyes of those women

seemed to follow you about.

That can... get on one's nerves.

Oh, I understand what you mean.

I'll have them taken down tomorrow.

And they're pictures of actresses.

I hope you don't really object

to actresses...

because there's one in the house.

- My niece, Kitty.

- And she is on the stage?

She's making a name for herself

in the provincial music halls.

Next week, she opens at the Theater Royal,

Piccadilly, here, topping the bill.

She's brought over a dance from Paris.

It's very saucy,

almost as daring as the cancan.

Of course, Kitty doesn't intend

to stay in the music halls.

Later on, she hopes

to get into musical comedy.

Then she'll have half the men

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