Experiment Perilous Page #3

You forget your attachments

pretty easily.

No, one doesn't forget

Allida easily.

There's something,

something fateful about her.

What do you mean?

Have you seen

Maitland's painting of her?

In the Bederaux

wing of the museum?

- No.

- Well, see it.

Or better still,

if you're game

Next Sunday, I'll take you

to Nick's for tea.

They wouldn't be having tea

the week his sister died.

Why not? She'd

been away for years.

Will you come?

No, thanks.

I know you must be tired, Hunt.

- I'll make our excuses.

- Thank you.

What do you mean,

if I'm game?

I said Allida was fateful.

See the portrait, Hunt.

- Good evening, doctor.

- Good evening, George.

The lady I reserved

the room for, Miss Bederaux

She died this afternoon

of a heart attack.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'd suggest that you send her

luggage along to her brother.

Nicholas Bederaux, you'll

find him in the directory.

Yes, doctor.

Uh, by the way, I'd rather

you didn't mention my name.

No, sir.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Is that you, Maggie?

- Oh, good evening, doctor.

You weren't

long on your trip.

Long enough.

- Somebody sick?

- Well, a consultation.

I've unpacked

your things, doctor.

You shouldn't

have to bother.

Thank you, Maggie. I wouldn't

trouble with anything more.

Oh, no, doctor.

This fresh water, Maggie?

'Maggie?'

Oh, the water. Yes, doctor.

I've put your writing case

in the closet.

Thank you, Maggie.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, doctor.

I've simply got to be

Home for tea.

I must be

home for tea.

They thought

something was

The matter

with my heart.

But Dr. Hatch

Said that

was nonsense.

I'm not going

to spend even

A single night

in our house.

I said,

"Shall I call a doctor?"

And Nick said, "Nonsense. "

Everything's

going to be different.

Dear, Dr. Bailey,

I'll be grateful for this

All the rest of my life.

There's something

fateful about Allida.

See the picture, Hunt.

Hello, Clag? Hunt.

I've been thinking over your

invitation to the Bederaux tea.

I'd like to go.

Yes, I'm game, yeah.

Alright, see you Sunday. Bye.

- Afternoon, Frank.

- Good afternoon, sir.

Nick's prized Goddess.

Collected on their honeymoon

as I understand it.

Well?

Looks like something

out of Jules Verne.

The only place in town

where you're never sure

What century you're living in.

Alright then, Allida,

a second cup if you insist.

Clag. Excuse me.

Hello there.

- Hello, Nick.

- Nice to see you for a change.

- Have you been away?

- No, busy.

- Huntington Bailey.

- How do you do?

How do you do?

I know you.

I read your article on the

Napoleonic complex last year.

Always suspected I might

have something of that sort.

- Oh, hardly.

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