Mystery Street Page #6

Why do you think something happened?

Oh, I don't know.

Excuse the way it looks, please.

What's in it? | - How should I know?

Sorry.

Girls like us, Vivian and me...

...mostly there's nobody | to look out for us.

Like a family, I mean.

And Vivian was always saying...

...is how any day, she was gonna be set.

And I don't know why, but I got scared.

- That Harvard. | - What?

Nothing.

Did you find Vivian?

Yes. Might as well come in, | Mrs. Smerrling.

After all, it is my house.

The rest of Miss Heldon's belongings, | where are they?

I have no idea. Why not ask her?

What happened to Vivian?

Please, tell me.

- You sold her things, didn't you? | - I beg your pardon?

- Didn't you? | - Well...

That can land you in jail, you know.

Well, after all, | she did owe me two weeks' rent.

She's dead.

She is, isn't she?

Yes.

How did it happen? Where?

On Cape Cod. Near Hyannis.

We don't know how as yet.

Excuse me.

Poor gal. Poor, poor gal.

If there's anything I can do...

I want a list of everything you sold | and where you sold it.

Of course. | Well, that is, if I can remember.

My memory, you know, | isn't exactly my number one asset.

Well, pull your assets together. | I want the truth.

We'll get in touch with you later. | Goodbye.

"Hyannis 3633."

I just love boats.

They're so manly.

And there's so many of them.

Gracious, they must cost a dreadful lot.

I would say it pays to be rich.

Oh, my, what a lovely office.

- So you design the boats. | - Yes.

Madam, won't you sit down?

Well, poor Vivian's gone now.

You know, | she used to tell me all her secrets.

We were very close, Vivian and I.

Sort of a mother and daughter.

And I thought...

Thought what?

Well, it's not an easy subject, now, is it?

I'm very busy, madam. | What was it you wanted?

- Excuse me, Mr. Harkley. | Yeah, later.

But the man with the main mast is here.

He must have the papers, please.

Will you, uh...?

- Excuse me. | - Of course.

My, what a lovely girl.

Yes.

It certainly is a busy business.

Madam, the bus leaves | in about 10 minutes.

- But... | - One of my truck drivers...

...can take you back to town. | - Truck driver?

Oh, really, Mr. Harkley.

I'm a poor woman, | but that's no need to insult me.

After all, | Vivian ought to have a decent burial.

And who's going to take care | of the expenses?

No friends, | no one who wants to be reminded.

Only me...

...her only friend in life and death.

How am I going to afford it?

I ask you, how?

You're talking about this Vivian.

That's right.

I never knew the girl.

Oh, come now, Mr. Harkley.

Your telephone number | is Hyannis 3633, isn't it?

I never forget a number.

Not that I listen | to people's conversations...

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