Conspirator Page #4

I hope nothing has happened to him.

Father.

Well, accidents will happen.

A dark night.

A step in front of a car.

Mightn't find the fellow

for an hour or so.

Oh Papa!

I'll go .. it's Michael.

A letter for Greyton.

Miss Melinda Greyton.

Thank you. That's quite alright.

There you are, Miss.

Thank you.

A wire came for me.

A telegram? What's in it?

I don't know yet.

What hospital have they taken him to?

What is it, Melinda?

He's gone away.

Gone away? But where?

He didn't say.

Hello, Davis.

It is good to see you again, Major.

What are you running away

from this time, Michael?

You haven't stolen the mess

fund by any chance, have you?

Because I'm very certain you didn't come

running here because you had to see me.

I did want to see you.

Never mind then .. out with it.

You've always come here to work

out your problems, haven't you.

Ever since ..

Well, you see it must be,

ever since you were fifteen.

Yes, and you've always

helped me, bless you.

I ..?

I never had that faintest inkling what

went on in that restless mind of yours.

Never. Have a sandwich.

No, thank you.

You come here and pace the

countryside and go away.

I'm afraid the only help you ever

found here is from our Welsh climate.

You are a strange boy, Michael.

Boy?

I'm the only family

you have in the world.

To me you're a boy.

A baffling boy.

Of whom I am extremely proud.

Even though I've stolen the mess fund?

I used to be so worried about you.

I know you adored your mother.

Oh, those strange early days.

What a boyhood.

Guns under the floor. Whispers, arrests.

Yes, but you've seen through all that.

Nothing to see through.

You've made a good

useful life for yourself.

In spite of everything.

Except for one thing.

Perhaps you don't know it,

but you're bitterly lonely.

You always have been.

Oh yes, I know you're going to tell

me you have everything you want.

I dare say you have, in a way.

You haven't all you want.

Whether you admit it to yourself or not.

I'll admit one thing, aunt Jessica.

I'm very fond of you.

I'm sure you are dear Michael.

But that's not quite what I meant.

I know you have always

been too much alone.

To love someone, Michael.

Love someone more than yourself.

You'd better believe me Joyce, when I

tell you I'll never speak to him again.

I know, Lin.

Not even if he got down on

this knees and begged me.

Oh Lin, you've been telling

me this for two nights.

And, I never want to see him again.

Why don't you go out with Hugh?

He's asked you to.

He's probably in love with you.

Alright.

I will go out with Hugh.

I like him very much.

I like him far better than that .. man.

Thank heavens for that.

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