True Confession Page #3

It was heartbreaking,

absolutely heartbreaking,

when it dawned on me

what had happened.

He thinks that typewriter's

our baby, our little Harold.

But- That's a cute-

cute name- Harold.

Take the typewriter. Maybe you can

get away with it before he comes home.

If you meet him, though, you'll

never walk through that doorway alive.

Do you remember

what Ken said last night?

You mean when the three of us

had gone to bed?

No. About the baby. He stood there

patting it, and he turned to us and said,

''Do you know, I love my

baby more than life itself.

And I'll kill the first person

who tries to harm it.''

Oh, that.

Why, a guy like that

oughta be locked up.

But- Why, a guy like that

can- can cause a lot of trouble.

Well, we can't take him away

too suddenly. He becomes violent.

We'll have to pretend some Sunday we're

going to his uncle's farm to pick hazelnuts.

Ha- Well, the best thing for me to do is to get this

baby- get this typewriter out of here right away.

Well, suit yourself.

It's your own risk.

Hello, there.

How's my baby?

Baby?

Oh, hello, Daisy.

Hello, Ken.

Didn't know you had guests. Oh, Ken, I want

you to meet Daisy's friend, Mr. McDugal.

This is my husband,

Mr. Bartlett.

Daisy's friend?

Mmm.

Eh-

- How do you do?

- Oh, how do you do?

I'm glad to know you. Mr. McDugal was

just leaving. He brought Daisy over.

Well, uh-

What in the worid?

''My Loved One.''

Who put it over there?

Oh, I put it there. It was tired.

[t was what? Yeah, as the lady was

saying, I was just about to leave.

Oh, don't hurry off.

Sit down there.

['ll go out and mix up

a batch of poison.

Poison?

He's not gonna poison me!

What happened?

What was he yelling about?

Oh, uh, I-I don't know. Yes, you do,

Daisy. You told me he goes crazy...

every time he hears the word ''poison'' on account

of he got drunk one night on some bad liquor.

Remember?

Of course.

I'm sorry.

I was talking about cocktails.

How far does he usually run? Oh,

uh,just to the corner and back.

He usually waits

for me downstairs.

I thought he was

a queer sort of duck.

Where did you meet him?

Uh- U-Uh, well-

She, uh

- They went to school together.

Oh, we went to school together.

Say, what is this?

What's what?

Well, I have to leave now. Mr. McNoonan

is waiting for me. No, he isn't.

His name isn't McNoonan.

It's McDugal.

Well, that's what she said.

That's what I said. Good-bye.

Hey, wait a minute.

Daisy!

And I hope you choke.

It was- It was too bad

about the client today.

Yes, it's too bad he

was dishonest. Oh, yes.

I can't stand a liar.

You know that.

Mm-hmm.

Who was that man?

What man?

Who was he? Oh- Oh, you mean Daisy's

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