Dressed to Kill Page #5

is a little more cautious

in the future,

just in case.

Hello. Yeah.

Julian Emery here.

Who?

Why of course I remember

you, Mrs. Courtney.

Yes. Yes, you are the

one bright spot

at that appallingly dull

affair of Lady Sanfords.

Huh?

Of course it isn't to late

to come around.

Yes, I shall be delighted

to give you a drink.

I tell you what

come straight up

and I'll leave the door

unlatched.

All right.

Fifteen minutes?

Good.

I shall be counting

each moment.

No. No.

No, I mean that, really.

Right.

Goodbye.

Boo!

Oh, you startled me.

- Did I?

- Yes.

Must be the pixie in me.

I know I shouldn't have

called you so late

but I was at a party

just around the corner

and I remembered

your invitation

to see your collection

of musical boxes.

My dear, Mrs. Courtney,

pleasure is all the greater

for being so unexpected.

- My friends call me Hilda.

- Thanks.

Mine call me Stinky.

Stinky?

How quaint.

Oh, what a perfectly wonderful

collection of musical boxes.

You know, when you told

me you had a collection

- I had no idea that it was so attractive.

- Yes.

They appeal to the ear

as well as to the eye.

Oh, what a plain little one.

Why it looks just like a country

cousin Amid all this grandeur.

Now, now, now you mustn't

underestimate the country cousin.

Only last night a

burglar broke in here

and with all these

to chose from

- went off with one very much like it.

- Really?

Yes, I don't mind the

loss the box so much

but I do resent this

crack on the skull.

But it makes you

look so interesting.

- Do you think so?

- Uh-huh.

- That's funny, that's what old fatso said.

- Fatso?

I mean Doctor Watson.

He was here this evening

with a friend, a Mr. Holmes.

He's interested in

my collection too.

Sherlock Holmes?

Yes.

Do you know him?

I've heard of him.

Yes, he seems to think

I'm in some sort of danger.

What a haunting tune. It takes me

right back to my childhood.

Really?

You know it's odd that you should be

interested in that particular musical box.

- Odd, why?

- Cause Mr. Holmes is also interested in it.

He may have been more interested in

the tune than in the box.

My dear, yes, that's right.

I remember now.

He whistled it note for note

having heard it only once.

Really? He must be

a remarkable man.

Bit of an alarmist

if you ask me.

Don't you believe

in warnings?

Of course not.

Who'd want a

box like that?

I would.

You're not serious?

Oh, but I am.

Well, you put me at a

very awkward position.

I'm a collector you know

and a collector buys

but never sells.

But if the price

were high enough.

The price has

nothing to do with it.

It's the principle

of the thing.

Yes, well we haven't

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