Dead of Night Page #4
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some sort of a game?
Well, not exactly a game,
my dear.
Mr Craig has been dreaming
about you for years.
Not only you darling, all of us.
Come upstairs and take your things off.
It's all perfectly simple really.
- Just like your husband's hearse.
- Oh?
I don't mean his hearse,
I mean the one he saw
when he was in your nursing home.
Or the one Dr Van Straaten said
he didn't see.
Oh, dear,
I think I'd better start again.
Mr Craig has been having
the most frightful dreams...
Penniless brunette
laid on according to plan.
- How's that for evidence, Doctor?
- You'll say it's a pure coincidence.
- You can't say that, Doctor.
- The odds are a million to one against.
I am a little indignant.
I am driven to the conclusion it's all part
of a very carefully prearranged plan.
An extraordinarily elaborate
practical joke at my expense.
- Oh, really!
- You think we cooked the whole thing up?
As an explanation, it's not any more
farfetched than Mr Craig's.
The jokes on me, too,
for I didn't know anything about it.
A funny sort of practical joke.
It isn't funny.
What conceivable motive do you
think we possibly could've had?
No doubt you thought
it would be very amusing
to watch my cherished disbeliefs
being shattered.
Very clever of us, I must say.
I wonder if we have any more
surprises up our sleeves?
- That's it! Your glasses.
- What about my glasses?
It's later on,
we're having drinks,
you break those glasses of yours,
and then, quite suddenly,
the room goes dark.
Then, Foley, you say something,
something about the death of a man
And that's where my dream
becomes a nightmare,
a nightmare of horror.
Horror? What sort of horror?
I feel my will power draining away.
I feel I'm in the grip of a force
that's driving me
towards something unspeakably evil.
It shows that you have some heavy
weight on your conscience.
Now, in my opinion...
I'm no longer interested
in your opinion, Doctor.
You shook me at first
with your ingenious theories.
I thought perhaps
the whole thing was a delusion.
But Mrs Grainger's arrival
has altered all that.
I have been here before
in my dream.
For some reason, I was given
foreknowledge of the future.
Why? I don't know.
I want to know. I must know.
Sally, dear, I think perhaps it's time
you were going off home now.
Mother means she wouldn't want
your infant mind warped, my pretty.
I'm sorry, Sally. I didn't mean
my fear to frighten you.
It's all right, Mr Craig, it didn't.
All the same, I'll go, if you like.
But it seems rather silly to me,
considering I've had some myself.
- Some what?
- Subconscious thingamajigs.
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