I Wake Up Screaming Page #5

You've done for her?

What have you done for her?

Well, I took her around to all the bright spots.

I let her be seen with me everywhere.

- It made her seem important.

- Why, you parboiled old ham.

You don't think anybody thought there was

anything between you two, do you?

If it hadn't been for my column, people

would've thought she was your trained nurse.

Why, you ink-stinking

word slinger.

I was famous when they were changing

your pants 20 times a day.

What's the use of bickering?

We've all gotten it. We may as well admit it.

- Surely you got some fun out of it.

- That's where you're wrong.

All I got was a handshake,

a smile and a promise.

I had to sit around with that sourpuss sister

of hers waiting for Vicky to come home.

- You're kidding.

- On the level. Night after night.

Didn't you even

get a souvenir?

Well, I... got this.

She gave it to me once

when she had an appointment.

She told me to go up

to her apartment and wait.

I waited,

and she came in with you.

I'll be darned.

There's another for the scrapbook.

I wonder if there could've been somebody

else in her life all the time.

Well, if there was,

he must've been a locksmith.

Was there anyone in her life

before this Frankie Christopher?

On your last visit to New York,

for instance, about a year ago?

Any little incident that you can remember

may be of enormous help.

She was working in the restaurant then

and working pretty hard.

She didn't have much time

for running around, and-

Now that you mention it, I-I do

remember a queer thing that happened.

I didn't think much of it

at the time, but, well...

I was sitting in the place one night, waiting

for her to finish so we could go home...

when-

- I'll be with you in a minute, sis.

- Okay.

Vicky?

You seem to have an admirer. There was some

guy looking through the window at you...

like the wolf looked

at the three little pigs.

I'm used to that.

With that plate-glass window...

I've got about as much privacy

as a lingerie mannequin.

It doesn't mean a thing.

That's the one.

- Gives me the creeps.

- You'll have to get used to that.

We've got more wolves in New York

than they have in Siberia.

I saw him several times

after that.

He never said anything, never accosted us

or bothered us in any way...

but he frightened me.

There was something strange

about him, the way he'd look at her...

the way he'd turn up

in the most unexpected places.

Perhaps if you could find that man,

you'd find the murderer.

Mysterious stranger, huh?

Young lady, you'll have to do better than that.

Me and my partner weren't born yesterday.

- Why are you trying to protect

Frankie Christopher?

- I'm not trying to protect him.

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