Married Life Page #4

With his wife, like a

good husband should be?

Or with Kay?

In her home?

In her arms?

In her bed?

I had to find out.

Pat, how are you?

Fine, Rich.

Yourself?

Oh, couldn't be better.

How is the old chap?

Out of town.

On business. As usual.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Neither did he.

He plumb forgot.

I tell you, I don't

know where he'd be

if he didn't have me

to organize him.

Can you hear me, Rich?

Mmm-hmm. We've had

troubles with the line.

Rich? Yes. I hear

you fine. I, um...

Well, I suppose

I'm just a little tired.

You sound as though

you need a vacation.

Maybe a quiet

weekend at your cabin.

Anytime.

You know your room

is always ready.

Well, thank you.

Thank you so much, Pat.

And, well, good night.

Good night, dear.

Pat Allen could never imagine

that her husband would lie to her.

So much for

women's intuition.

I never believed much in it.

I believe even less now.

How far are you going?

Couple of miles

down the road.

Thanks for stopping, pal.

Mind if I turn up

the heat a little?

It's bitter out there.

Alvin's my name.

Alvin Walters.

Nice meeting you, Alvin.

Care for a smoke?

No, thank you.

You're out late.

I was with my sister.

My oldest. You?

Just visiting a friend.

Whereabouts does

your sister live?

Ferndale.

She died tonight.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Very sorry.

Frankly, pal,

I was happy to see her go.

She was barely hanging on

for the last seven months.

We all gotta go sometime.

It's not dying that counts,

it's how you die.

And she died

bad and slow.

Both my parents

died in my youth,

so I'm no stranger

to death.

The last two days

were real bad.

Then the poison just burst right

into the walls of her stomach,

and she was gone.

"A blessed release," she

called it, and that's the truth.

It was a blessed release.

Just ended.

She's at peace now, Mildred.

That's all that matters.

She's happy.

And so,

with the innocent touch

of his wife's hand,

Harry's mind was made up.

He would have to kill her.

"A blessed release."

It was the only logical way for

him to save Pat from suffering.

And he would

never doubt it again.

Once the emotions involved in taking

a decision to murder have subsided,

the greater emotion involved

in the crime lies ahead.

Between plan

and final action,

there's a wide gap.

You know, you've gotta be

careful with Altrapeine.

That stuff can

be dangerous.

Yes, I know.

I keep it hidden away

tightly in my darkroom.

If you got kids around...

No.

I don't have any children.

Thank you.

I have to ask you

to sign for it.

Of course.

Right here at the "x".

If you don't mind.

Alvin's my name.

Alvin Walters.

So, what kind you got?

Huh?

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