Satan Met a Lady Page #3

and he'll lead us, eventually,

to your betrayer.

- Thank you so much.

- Thank you.

I couldn't find a taxi.

Let's go this way.

- What time do you finish tonight, kitten?

- Pretty late, daddy.

- Mr. Shane, telephone.

- Oh, thank you. Excuse me.

If you come back with some story

about having to leave,

I'll know it's a frame-up.

You don't say. I'll come right out.

Now listen, kitten,

I've got to go away for a little while,

but I'll be back before

the end of the last show.

- I'll wait for you near the dressing rooms.

- All right.

- Check, please.

- I knew it.

Remember to put this in the books,

charge to expenses,

for Mrs. R. Manchester Arden.

You'll have to take

a cab home alone, honey.

Well, you might at least

have given me some sort of an alibi.

I will. I've got a pip.

I have to go up to the graveyard.

The graveyard? What for?

To see about somebody

who's dead, of course. Come on.

Poor dear old Ames.

It's the first time he ever did anything

in an appropriate place.

You must feel kind of bad,

losing your partner so suddenly,

- just when the firm was getting going.

- Well, Dunhill, what's the dope?

One pill out of that old Webley

did the work.

- Right to his heart, through the side.

- What's...

What was he doing with his arm up

like this? Parting his hair?

I don't know. That big burn on his coat,

- that gun was poked right into his ribs.

- Let me see that.

- Oh, Dunhill, I didn't find anything yet.

- Well, keep looking.

Ames' gun was sorted away

in his shoulder holster.

- Was he working on a case, Shane?

- He was trailing a man named Farrow.

- A man named Farrow. What for?

- For $200.

Don't you want to take a closer look

at your silent partner?

No. No, you've seen everything I could see.

I'd better run along

and break the sad news to the widow.

Murgatroyd speaking. Shane?

Well, moonbeam,

where do we go from here?

I thought you'd know that.

You're supposed to be the man

that knows all the answers.

- Anything wrong?

- No.

- Hello, Shane.

- Why, hello.

Honey, I thought you might like

to join my friends here for a little party.

Sergeant Dunhill

and Police Detective Lieutenant Pollock.

- Gentlemen, Babe.

- Pleased to meet you, I hope.

I got out to the graveyard

just after you'd left. Sorry I missed you.

Yeah, so am I. There's no place

I'd rather see you than in a graveyard.

Pardon me, please.

Roy here tells me

that you were in an awful hurry

to get away from that cemetery.

I couldn't bring Ames back to life

no matter how long I stayed.

Oh, but you said you were leaving

to break the news to the widow.

And you didn't go out there

and tell the widow.

- No.

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