Man in the Attic Page #5

And Mr. Slade came to us the night

of the other murder...

and all he had with him

was a little black bag.

And tonight he took his black bag

with him when he went out.

- He did not.

- Yes, he did.

His bag is not black,

and he didn't take it with him tonight.

- William, he did.

- Would you stake your oath on that?

Your solemn oath in a court of law?

So you're not sure

of the color of his bag...

nor that he had it with him

when he went out.

You're always leaping

to illogical conclusions...

which you call thinking.

And the window.

Oh, I'm sorry, dear.

I forgot.

Women can sense things, William.

Now you know that's true.

Remember when I said something

had happened to my sister Sophie...

and we found out that she'd fallen

and broken her hip?

And remember-

What are you looklng at?

It's Mr. Slade.

- He's just coming In.

- Why not? He lives here.

He creeps.

You can hardly hear him move.

Naturally he creeps.

It's 3:
00 in the morning.

Do you think he should come in dancing

and singing and waking up the whole house?

He stopped at Lily's door.

He did?

- The window.

- Oh.

- More tea, dear?

- Hmm.

Paper says that the murderer

used his knife in ways quite unprintable.

Ridiculous.

How can a knife be used unprintably?

- Tea, dear?

- Hmm.

Queen Victoria's issued

a statement.

"She has told Commissioner Warren

that no married man...

"could possibly be to blame

for these murders...

"and therefore every

bachelor in London...

should be rounded up immediately."

- Tea?

- What a wise queen.

Now all Scotland Yard

has to do is round up a million men...

and ask them if they

are Jack the Ripper.

Well, she's right.

No married man would do such a thing.

Oh, she's so gay, even in the morning.

Good morning.

Isn't it a beautiful world?

- All the reviews are raves.

- Why, of course.

Don't say it.

- Don't say what, dear?

- "I wonder who that can be."

Oh. I'll go, Daisy.

Hello. I'm Paul Warwick

of Scotland Yard again.

Oh. Oh, yes.

Do come in.

- Good morning, Mr. Warwick.

- Hello, Miss Bonner.

I'm sorry to bother you

so early in the morning...

but it was important

that I talk to you again.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Do come in and have a cup of tea.

- Thank you.

- I'll get It, dear.

- Did you know I found out last night after you left...

that Annie Rowley

sent me some flowers?

Oh, yes. As a matter of fact,

that was my excuse-

I mean reason-

for calling.

The stage doorman told me.

I'd like to find out

what florist the flowers came from.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't keep the box.

Well, it was a possible lead.

Though it did no help to Scotland Yard...

- it did give me the opportunity-

- Good morning.

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