The Thin Man Goes Home Page #3

There we are.

Now...

That's the last time

that'll ever come down.

- Well, doctor.

- Oh, Nora, dear.

Sorry I missed you at the station.

That's all right.

I managed to get him here.

Yes, so I see.

- Hiya, Pop.

- Hello, son. Well...

...let's get him on his feet.

- Come on. Up you come.

- You know, I was just fixing this table.

Yes, I know. And I suppose

that's furniture polish?

- That, Dad, is cider. Taste it.

- I don't have to. I believe you.

- One swallow.

- Lf you say it's cider, it's cider.

- Please, Dr. Charles.

- Oh, well.

Why, Nick. This is cider.

What a dinner. What a dinner.

Ma, I'm glad to see that you still have

that same old magic touch with the skillet.

- It was delicious, Mother.

- Just sort of thrown together.

Sure, just thrown together.

She's been over that stove for hours.

Oh, now don't pay any attention

to him, Nick.

Hilda, bring the coffee in here.

Dad, that certainly is fine news

about the hospital.

Yes. Sam Ronson's going to make

a recommendation...

...at the next meeting of the board.

And a recommendation from him

is as good as an order.

- Who's Sam Ronson?

- The town banker.

He has a hand in everything here.

I suppose he's what you'd call a typhoon.

Don't you mean "tycoon," Mother?

Typhoon is a sort of big wind.

Well, that's Sam Ronson.

Nick, tell us something

about your work in New York.

Yes, Nick, do.

Have you gone to work?

What are you doing?

Oh, same old thing.

So you're still a policeman.

Well, I'd hardly put it that way.

- No? How would you put it?

- I'd say that Nick was more of a genius.

My Nick?

You see, Nick doesn't actually work

with the police.

In fact, people call on him who think

he's better than the police.

He's paid very large fees because his

work is important. Extremely important.

My dear Nora, I didn't say

it wasn't important.

You implied that you

didn't think it was very important.

You gave the impression you thought that

Nick walked the streets swinging a club.

- Lf I gave that impression, I'm sorry.

- Oh, sure. A very handsome apology.

If Nick thinks it's important to be

a policeman...

...that's all that matters, I suppose.

- But you don't know what he does.

- Darling.

Why don't you pop out to the kitchen

and speed up the coffee?

Some cases Nick solved were

considered absolutely impossible.

Darling, let me show you the view

from the front porch.

- It's beautiful in the moonlight.

- The Wynant murder?

Or the Fingers O'Toole case?

The slaughterhouse mystery?

Or take Stinky Davis.

- Stinky Davis?

- Stinky Davis?

The Stinky Davis case illustrates

what I mean about Nick.

Yes, I'm sure it does, Nora.

Do you still take two lumps in your

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