The Tall Target Page #2

to do as it pleases.

I'm from Carolina myself.

And I'm going back home

to look after my tobacco.

Pardon me, gentlemen.

Did either of you see a man...

Because if that black Republican

ever sets foot in the White House,

it's war, sir.

- Unmitigated war!

- You, sir.

Did you see the man over here?

I'll wager he never reaches Washington.

Too many people are gunning for hm.

I'm missing someone.

I'm in here in section 7.

He'll show up once were moving.

They usually do.

But he isn't going with me.

He has my ticket.

Then you better get off

and buy another one.

If there's any left, you can

turn it into the conductor.

In case your man shows up.

But you'll have to hurry.

Thank you.

Reilly? Tim Reilly.

Ten o'clock Night Flyer Express

for Washington, Track 2.

All aboard!

Night Flyer Express for Washington.

And points south now ready on Track 2.

Train for New Brunswick

Sorry, the window's closed.

No more tickets.

No more tickets, sir.

Excuse me. I've gotta

get a ticket to Philadelphia.

Closed.

What's the matter?

No more room on the train?

I gotta get to Philadelphia!

I must have one more ticket

for my brother Lt. Beaufort.

If it's skirts that influence you,

I've got dozens of them right here.

I gotta be in Wilmington tomorrow

morning to show them to a buyer.

Since when does a drummer

take priority over an officer?

I must have that ticket.

A hundred dollars?

I can't make change, Miss.

I don't want any change.

If that's the last space,

I'd like to take it.

New York Police Department.

I beg your pardon.

- No more room on the train.

- You'll be more than sorry.

Good thing I found it.

Hey, Ginny. What's going on here?

This man took your ticket.

Ginny, I have my own ticket.

I'm old enough now

to take care of myself you know.

Must all you New Yorkers

be so insufferably boorish?

I'm sorry, mister.

But this is police business.

I don't believe you're

a policeman at all.

Show me your badge.

Next time try the one about

your dying grandmother!

Take your place. Let me in line.

Your money, "Inspector."

Hey, you!

Giddy-up there.

Whoa! Whoa!

Giddy-up there. Whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

Lady, are you sure you didn't see

the man who was holding my seat for me?

Quite sure.

- He was about 50. Wore glasses.

- I'm sorry.

You mean the man who left that bag?

I saw him.

Where did he go?

- What will you give me if I tell you?

- Winfield!

How about a nice three cent piece?

- The man went away.

- Where?

I don't know. Just away.

Giddy-up there. Whoa, whoa!

Come on. Giddy-up there.

Have the accommodations

for Evans. F and G.

There'll be three of us.

My husband is getting aboard

at Philadelphia with his doctor.

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