Death Takes a Holiday Page #3

I thought you modern girls

had no nerves.

- Hah! Have you none?

- None at all!

Great Scott!

Midnight, and everyone

calm and collected...

even the baron.

Come along, Rhoda.

I think I'll feel safer in bed.

So shall I.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Rhoda.

Good night, Alda.

These children go too fast. None

of them'll live as long as I have.

Will you be sure to lock all the doors?

I'll-I'll see to it.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, he got away...

if there was anyone.

We've searched the grounds

thoroughly, sir. Not a sign of anyone.

Did you go as far as the lake? Yes, sir.

Would you like me to make the

rounds of the house with you, sir?

Oh, no. Fedele will look

after that. Thank you, Eric.

Then if you don't mind, sir,

I think I'll go up to bed.

Quite all right. Good

night. Good night, sir.

Will Your Grace have

the curtains drawn?

Uh, what? Oh, no, no.

You can leave them.

Uh, put out

some of the lights.

Yes, sir.

Will there be anything

further, Your Grace?

No. No, thank you,

Fedele. Good night.

Good night, sir.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Answer or I'll shoot!

It's quite useless

against me.

Who're you?

Is this some horrible

masquerade?

If it is...

No.

Strange as it may seem,

this is my natural appearance.

Seems incredible,

doesn't it?

You see, I am not

of your world.

I am... how shall I

describe it?

A sort of vagabond

of space.

I am the point of contact...

between eternity and time.

Do I make myself clear?

Evidently not.

I told you

it would be difficult.

Perhaps you'd better sit.

No, no, no. Here.

Your back may need

support.

You see, I am...

or I was, until I

crossed your threshold...

Death.

But please

be reassured.

I am not on

my usual mission tonight.

I have already stood beside one of

your number tonight, without harm...

that lovely girl

in the garden.

Ah, then... then it was you! Yes.

Doesn't that reassure you that

I have no fatal intentions?

Yes, yes,

it-it does, rather.

That's better.

In a moment, we shall be,

I trust, quite good friends.

I am about

to take a holiday.

I shall take

only three days.

After that,

I must go back.

Why... why do you

do this?

For a number

of reasons.

For one thing, to discover

why men fear me as they do.

Do-Don't you know?

How should I know?

What could terror mean to me

who have nothing to fear?

Can you conceive how weary I am

of always being misunderstood?

I see things

that are gracious...

and young and fragrant.

But if I come too near, if they

feel the presence of my shadow,

a horror comes upon

their minds.

If I touch a flower,

it dies in my grasp.

Can you conceive

how lonely I am...

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