Eyes in the Night Page #4

You don't think

- I don't have to think.

That -

That upstairs proves everything.

Oh, you don't know what you're saying.

I had nothing to do with it.

Then what were you doing here?

I came to

- To try to stop you,

To tell Paul -

He was like that when I came in.

You're dull, darling.

That's such a feeble story.

But it's true!

Barbara!

Barbara, I couldn't.

You're a liar!

You killed him because you were jealous,

And you're going to pay for it.

If you are innocent, you won't

mind my calling the policeman.

No, don't!

You're terrified, aren't you?

Barbara, think of your father.

The newspapers will go

mad. He couldn't bear it.

That phony nobility of

yours really makes me sick.

All right.

I won't call the policeman.

All you have to do is one thing.

Oh, anything. What is it?

Leave my father's house.

Barbara!

Take your choice, darling.

Well, shall I call him?

Very well, I'll go.

By tomorrow morning.

Yes. Good.

You understand, don't you,

That if you're not gone

by tomorrow morning,

I call the police?

Yes, I understand.

Taxi!

Oh, by the way, you might

be interested to know

That I was never really

interested in Paul Gerente.

Oh, at first he amused me,

But then I realized that

he was sort of pathetic.

So, you see, my dear, you

killed a man for nothing.

Barbara, listen.

No, Norma, I won't,

Because I don't have to

listen to you anymore.

Good night.

Now, let's see if we

got the facts straight.

Now, the body was lying on the floor

In front of the fireplace.

The skull was bashed in.

Door was ajar.

There was a good fire

burning in the fireplace.

No signs of violence.

Did anyone see you enter

the apartment or leave it?

Not that I know of.

About how long ago were you there?

It must have been an hour.

That must have been about 8:00.

Is there anything else?

I can't think of anything.

And then Barbara came in, and

she thought you killed him.

Mac, what can I do? I

can't tell the police.

No, no.

A jury would massacre you.

Well...

go home and get some sleep if you can.

Friday...

wake Marty up.

Now, you sit tight

until you hear from me.

All right, Mac.

Uh, wait a minute.

In case I've got to call you,

what is your phone number?

Rossmore 555.

All right.

Friday and I will get

on this right away.

And don't worry.

Ohh. I won't.

Hey, hey, what is this?

Oh, it's you.

You ought to take it easy

when you wake a man up.

You're liable to give him a bad shock.

All right, all right. Don't

rush me, don't rush me.

It's locked.

Watch the stairs.

Inside.

Lock the door again.

Well, come on, let's get started.

About 18x26. Studio type.

There's a big sofa alongside

of you to your right.

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