Lady Killer Page #3

I just let in here.

She's covered with rocks

from head to foot.

- What's her name?

- Mrs. Wilbur Marley.

Marley? Marley?

Seems to me I read something about her.

You probably did.

Her husband died about a year ago...

...and left her six or seven skyscrapers

and a steamship company.

Yeah? Come here, take a gander at her.

Did you say gander?

I wonder how she'd go for a goose.

George, see about that young man.

I think he's hurt.

I saw the accident from down the street.

I'm Dr. Crane. Can I be of any assistance?

Well, I'm quite all right,

but that young man.

Oh, surely.

Don't touch him. Don't move him.

Let me see what we have here.

If there was only someplace

I could take him...

...where I could make

a more complete examination.

Well, this is my home. I'm Mrs. Marley.

- You can take him in there.

- Oh, that's fine. Thank you.

Will you help me? There. Come on.

Quiet, now. Easy.

Doctor, you're sure he'll be all right?

Well, he's pretty badly shaken up.

If he could remain here for a while

and rest, I'm sure he'll be all right.

I'll have him removed to a hospital later.

By all means.

Anything you think necessary.

This young man should be very grateful

to you, Mrs. Marley.

Not at all. It was very fortunate for him

that you came along.

Come, George.

And for goodness' sake, do be careful.

- Well, how did it go?

- Duck soup.

Dan's in the house

and Mrs. Marley's gone out.

- Great work, doc.

- Give us a cigarette, Myra.

- Okay, driver, step on it.

- Oh, boy.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, I get you.

Okay. In 15 minutes.

Come on.

You tell Mrs. Marley

that everything's all right.

We're taking this man

to the hospital for an x-ray.

Yes, sir.

- Thank you for your trouble.

- Not at all, sir.

- Will you take these, sir?

- Oh, yes. Thank you.

Thanks.

- What's the dope? Let's have it.

- Here it is.

Right here's the living room.

There's the library.

A door here, and three windows here.

On the right side of the library

is a fireplace.

Over the fireplace is an oil painting of

some ape in a costume holding a sword.

And behind the oil painting

is the wall safe.

It couldn't be helped. The dame

started to yell. I had to knock her cold.

Sure, those things happen.

Nothing to worry about.

Plenty to worry about.

If that maid croaks, we're all sunk.

- Who knows about us?

- I suppose every cop is a dumbbell.

Nobody ever did a rap for murder.

Answer that, will you?

Oh, hello.

Go on with your game.

We're just looking around.

Say, isn't your name, uh, Quigley?

- Dan Quigley?

- Yeah.

Weren't you mixed up

in an auto accident...

...over in Roslyn, Long Island,

a few days ago?

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