Born to Kill Page #5

No, I haven't.

That murder happened|the night before you left.

- Didn't you hear anything about it?|- No. I left early the next morning.

- Were both their pictures in the paper?|- Yes, she was quite a good-Iook...

How did you know|two people were murdered?

- You didn't even look at the paper.|- I... Well, I...

As a matter of fact,|I discovered the bodies.

- What?|- I'd rather you not mention it.

Didn't you scream?

- Why didn't you call the police?|- On account of Fred.

You know he loathes anything|bordering on sensationalism.

Getting involved with that|is sure to be messy.

Besides, it's a lot of bother.|Coroner's inquest and all that stuff.

Well, that seems a rather self-centered|way of looking at it, somehow.

I don't think so. If I had information,|it'd be different.

But I couldn't tell them anything,|could I?

- Well, maybe you're right.|- Of course I'm right.

- Will you take care of this?|- Certainly, Mr. Grover.

Thank you, Pierre.

I ordered something special|to celebrate your return.

- Wonderful.|- Oh, this is my very favorite piece.

Come on, Fred, let's dance.

- You don't mind, do you, Helen?|- I certainly do.

- But go ahead.|- Thank you, my sweet.

Why him?

Well, that's a weird question.

I wanna know. I don't get it.

Doesn't it occur to you|that I might be in love with Fred?

- He's no guy you'd be in love with.|- Have it your way.

Like to dance?

No, thanks.

Afraid?

Afraid? Of what?

You might change your mind|about marrying him.

Nothing in the world could change|my mind about marrying Fred.

- Why don't you? What are you waiting for?|- Fred's mother died recently.

Naturally, he wants to wait a few months.

I think I could change your mind|about this marriage deal if I decided to.

Well, what's so funny?|You wanted to see me again.

Let's not confuse the issue.

Seeing you again had nothing whatsoever|to do with Fred and me.

Oh, I see.

You'll cross the tracks on Tuesdays|and May Day with goodies for the slum kid.

But back you scoot, and fast, to|your own high-toned neck of the woods.

I wouldn't say that.

No, you wouldn't say it,|but that's the way it is.

Too much of a crowd for me.

Well, Fred, when I'm your age,|I don't suppose I'll be able to take it either.

- Helen, may I borrow your mirror?|- Yes, help yourself.

Here's your wedding ring.

Aren't you supposed to throw it over|the fence as soon as you get your divorce?

I would if I were you, but I've got to think|of the diamonds. I can always hock them.

Oh, Helen, that's silly.|I've told you before...

...I don't want you to think|about money.

Isn't it marvelous to be a poor relation|and have people insist...

...upon pressing gold|into your little fist?

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