Midnight Mary Page #6

Here's to whoever turned out the lights.

You know, if you hadn't started

through that door the same time I did...

...well, I wouldn't be eating turkey.

I guess I'd better be on my way.

- Do you think it's safe to go now?

- Safe as it'll ever be.

- And I wish you wouldn't.

- I've got to.

- My nerves are all jittery.

- All right.

Come on, I'll get you a taxi.

- Who's that?

- My father.

Nice-looking.

- What is he, a judge?

- Used to be.

He's probably met

some of my best friends, socially.

Oh, this is a lovely room.

So peaceful and friendly.

I'm glad you like it.

It won't take me a minute to get a taxi.

Can you imagine? This is my picture.

That's funny. My father thinks it's his.

That isn't the original one, is it?

If it isn't, the old gentleman

is gonna be very much upset.

Well, it's the strangest thing,

finding it here in your house.

I saw a copy of it a long time ago...

...and I thought it was the most

beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

Oh, that's my taxi.

- Won't you need a coat?

- No, thanks.

It must be a help

living in a house like this.

It gives you something,

a feeling of security.

Well, anyway, thanks for everything.

But isn't there anything I can do for you?

Where are you off to?

What's gonna happen to you?

- What's your name?

- Don't spoil everything.

What do you mean?

That's what's been so nice about it.

You didn't ask any questions.

Good night.

You don't mind if I tell you

you're an exceedingly swell fella?

Same to you.

I can't go back, I can't. Did you mean it

when you said you'd help me?

- Of course. What can I do?

- Get me a job.

A decent one.

Are you still set

on being a businesswoman?

Mm-hm.

It seems like an awful waste,

but if you're determined to do it...

...I know you'll make good.

I hope so.

- I owe you such a lot of money already...

- Don't worry about that.

Do you ever see your friends these days?

No. I never saw them again.

- I won't take up any more of your time.

- Don't be in a hurry.

- Tindle, this is Miss Martin.

How do you do?

Put Miss Martin

in the Stenographic Department.

We have no vacancies, Mr. Mannering.

Well, make one.

There ought to be room for a good worker.

Yes, sir.

- Are you sure you wanna do this?

- Certainly.

Why not?

Knowing what you do about me,

it's kind of taking a chance.

I'll take it.

It seems silly just to say thanks.

Oh, excuse me,

I didn't know you was in conference.

Come in, Sam.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

- When do I start?

- Tomorrow morning.

Heh. Looks like she's already started.

There you go, your low mind.

Don't make mistakes about that lady.

Oh, I won't make any mistakes,

neither will you.

She's magnificent.

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