Premature Burial Page #3

I can't bear living in

a house without flowers...

and neither should you.

Just throw them away!

I loathe flowers.

You must promise

never to bring...

those sickly funeral

decorations into the house.

Guy, I was only...

You must promise!

All right.

I promise.

Milady?

Yes, Judson.

Dr. Archer has arrived, milady.

Oh. Show him in, please.

- This way, sir.

- Thank you, Judson.

Emily.

Miles, dear,

how kind of you to come.

I came directly.

I received your message.

Is something wrong?

Yes.

Guy is ill.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I suppose

it's the Italian climate.

But we didn't go to Italy.

But I thought...

We've been here in this house...

ever since the day

We were married.

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

All I know is that Guy is ill...

and you've got

to help him, Miles.

My dear, surely your father...

has done everything

that can be done.

My father has done nothing.

To him, Guy is

a perfectly healthy man...

but that isn't true...

and you must do something

to help him, Miles.

If you don't, something

terrible will happen.

He's a completely changed man.

I don't even recognize him.

Well, I'll do whatever I can.

Why don't you take me to him?

Thank you, Miles.

I'll just get my wrap.

Your wrap?

It's chilly on the moors.

Emily...

Where is he?

There.

He started building it

a month ago.

Guy?

Yes?

Let me in.

Go away. I'm busy.

Guy, please open the door.

Emily, didn't you

understand me? I said I...

Hello, Guy.

Hello, Miles.

I'm glad to see you.

I must apologize.

I was very rude.

Yes, Guy, you were.

Very rude.

You see, I've been quite ill.

So I understand.

Guy, I have brought

Miles along...

to see if he can help you.

That's very solicitous,

but quite unnecessary.

I'm helping myself now.

How, Guy?

How?

Come inside. I'll show you.

This is it...

my grand plan.

What shall it be?

Some liqueur, brandy,

amontillado?

Guy, I brought...

Now, let us drink

to something appropriate...

To death.

Not drinking?

What a pity.

It's really quite good.

Guy.

Yes, my dear?

You wish to say something?

No.

Well, in that case...

let me tell you

about my latest addition.

I thought of it

the night before last.

Of course, it's highly

unlikely I shall ever use it...

but one never knows, does one?

Permits of easy egress...

and it's completely

impassable from the outside.

A simple arrangement,

I grant, but effective.

Guy, this is madness.

Madness? It's the only

Sane answer to my problem.

I'll show you just how mad I am.

I suppose she's told you

my father was a cataleptic?

No, but that doesn't mean that...

And I am prone

to the same affliction.

Very well.

Let us consider the following.

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