Mystery of the Wax Museum Page #4

will have a sinister meaning if I did it.

It'll be a lot easier if you come clean.

Let's get down to cases.

- When did you see this girl last?

- ln the afternoon before--

- Why didn't you tell that to the police?

- They didn't give me a chance.

We had a couple of drinks.

She was all right. She seemed happy.

Do you remember what she said?

What did you talk about?

She laughed

and she said we were being very silly...

that we didn't care for each other anymore

but we needn't hate each other.

- Said she wanted us to be friends.

- Was that all?

No. We planned a trip.

I was sending her to Bermuda.

- You weren't going with her?

- No.

- Why didn't I take her away somewhere?

- Let's get back to the case in hand.

They ordered an autopsy

and found her body had been stolen.

No.

What are you trying to do to me?

- You're working with the police--

- I'm trying to help you...

if you're on the square and I think you are.

- Why are you telling me a crazy lie, then?

- That happens to be the truth.

- But who'd steal her body?

- That's what they'll ask you.

- Come on, time's up.

- Be right with you.

Keep a stiff upper lip, kid.

I think you'll come out okay.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

The whole thing sounded

on the up and up to me.

Poor guy's too scared to lie.

I think he's getting a raw deal.

Ain't that a shame.

Nice little chap, wouldn't harm a fly.

Everyone picking on the poor little fellow.

If he was unknown,

they wouldn't have pinched him.

He's George Winton

and they're playing it up.

It's a Roman holiday for every editor

in New York.

Why the goose pimples?

If he was someone like me,

you'd be trying to hang him.

I wouldn't be trying, beloved,

I would hang him.

All that gaga

about that body disappearing....

Eight bodies have been stolen in New York

in the last 18 months.

Isn't it more reasonable

to hook this up from that angle?

And ruin a perfectly good story?

Don't be silly.

I think this kid's entitled to a break.

- He's getting it. He's front page.

- You give me a pain.

I'm glad to hear it.

Since when did you start crusading

for justice?

This mug with all the money

has had two or three nasty affairs.

He's kept out of print,

because his grandfather was smart.

He couldn't have stolen the body from jail.

Don't think he'd be sap enough

to do the job himself, do you?

I hope they give him the works.

Even if he didn't kill her,

he's responsible for her death...

and they can fry him any time

without making me sore.

- I won't work on it from that angle.

- You won't?

You were pretty tough about

Judge Ramsey, a while ago.

They didn't prove anything against him.

Except that he disappeared

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