'Pimpernel' Smith Page #3

Good day.

- I'll be around with the whole thing

scheduled after dinner.

Come on, boys.

- 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

did gyre and gimble in the wabe--

- Stop!

- All mimsy were the--

- Ah, professor, good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

- How are you, pray?

- Late for my crumpets,

as a matter of fact,

which unlike wine, do

not improve with keeping.

- Good day, sir.

- Ah, one moment.

It may have escaped your memory

that I am the dean of this college.

- Oh, so you are, sir, I'm so sorry.

- But you will hardly have

forgotten Dr. Benckendorf.

- My goodness, the guinea pig!

- My old friend, how

good it is to see you.

- Well, well, well, it

must be nearly 20 years.

- All of that, I am afraid.

- Ah, this is wonderful.

How are the experiments coming along?

I tell you what, you must come round

to my rooms after hall, and

we'll talk the cluck around.

- May I remind you that

the doctor is my guest.

- No no no, you're both of

you my guests, come along.

Well, goodbye.

- Extraordinary fellow.

- Well, now that the dean has left us,

tell me all about it.

The serum was a success, eh?

- I left before I had the final proof.

- Oh that was too bad.

- On the other hand, I still have my life.

- It's hard to believe

conditions are as bad as you say.

- They are worse, my friend.

My escape was a miracle.

- So it seems.

- I very much regret, I am

unable to thank my rescuer.

- By the way, who was he?

And how on earth did he manage it?

- I have no idea.

He came and went like a shadow.

An invisible bodyguard.

Every detail was arranged for me,

from the time I left my home.

- Regular Cook's tour, eh?

Well anyway, you're safe and alive

and able to get on with your work.

- Yes, I like to believe

it was because of my work

that he did it.

- Not a bad reason.

- It is

difficult for people like us

to understand the motives

of a true adventurer.

You and I are

not men of action, my friend.

- No, I hate violence.

It seems such a paradox to kill a man

before you can persuade him what's right.

So uncivilized.

- Bless my soul, what's that?

- Everything's lined up, prof,

and I brought the bunch

along for a final check-up.

- I said tomorrow.

- Sure, but I'm helping you buy 12 hours.

Now look, chief, use the itinerary

of the times of arrival and departure.

An iron ration will be carried by all,

and personal luggage

restricted to 28 pounds.

And we're all set to go.

- Go away, don't you realize that I--

- Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Sorry, sir.

- Say, prof, can I have my bones?

- Hmm?

- Dice.

- No, they're my bones now.

- You're welcome, prof,

see you in the morning.

- Good heavens.

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