The Monster of Piedras Blancas Page #2

cooking you're falling for.

Well, I always try to

keep'em guessing.

Oh, you do, do you!

Well, what happened, Doc?

What did you find?

Well, the jugular veins, the

carotid arteries, the esophagus,

the trachea, were cut straight across.

There was a complete transection

of the spinal cord.

In short, the heads were

severed from the trunks.

Death was instantaneous.

Well, how could it have happened?

I don't know, George.

If we were living in the 19th century, I'd

say they were victims of the guillotine.

You mean they were murdered?

That's your department, not mine.

- I thought maybe it was an accident.

- Well, maybe it was, but I doubt it.

The manner of death was identical

in both cases and it had all the

earmarks of a conscious act.

Looks to me like the work

of some inhuman beast.

Oh, that's a pack of

nonsense, Kochek.

You haven't been here as

long as I have, Constable.

Have you not heard of the legend of

the monster of Piedras Blancas?

- An old wives's tale and you know it.

- Yes, of course it is.

It may have been a freak accident or

we may have a lunatic on our hands.

Have there been any reports of

strangers in the vicinity, George?

No, I haven't heard of any.

I can check with the constable

over at Winswept.

Yeah, let's go over

to the office.

Look, Kochek,

the whole town's upset,

now keep your stories to yourself

until we get this cleared up.

Do you really

think you will?

Let's try this.

You fix the grub, Ma'am.

You sound like a

drugstore cowboy.

- Flattery will get you nowhere.

- I've noticed.

The town's people don't know

what they're missing.

Neither does Mr. Matson.

It isn't gonna

bankrupt the Wings.

Oh, I left a dollar in the till.

I feel like a kept man.

Don't you worry.

I'll get it back several times over.

Remember, you're taking me

to the Winswept Saturday night.

- Oh, was that this Saturday night?

- You know darn well it was!

Oh, that's right, next

Saturday night's Marjorie.

And the following Saturday, Imogene.

- Imogene?

- Kochek's prize Holstein.

Thank you very much.

Now, can I have a pickle?

Help yourself.

Fred, why did Mr. Matson question

Dad about the Rinaldi brothers?

Just a shot in the dark, I guess.

He couldn't think Dad

had anything to do with it.

Well, I'll ask George, but I think

he was just looking for a clue.

I guess so, but it worries me.

I know the whole town's against Dad

and all he wants is just to be left alone.

Well, sometimes in a small

town, that's asking too much.

Oh, I gotta get going or I'll

never get any specimens.

Oh, I love it here! I wish I

never had to go back to town!

No no, back in the house, Ring.

Go on, get in there now.

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