Scared Stiff Page #3

Hello? Hello?

I want to talk to Larry Todd.

He isn't in.

Well, tell him to get over to my hotel

as soon as he gets off.

- I wanna have a little talk with him.

- Who's this?

Shorty?

It's Shorty.

Shorty. Yeah.

Yeah. I...

I'll tell him. Sure, Shorty.

- As soon as he comes in.

- I'll be expecting him.

Mr. Todd will be with us very soon.

Yeah, but not for very long.

- Oh, poor Larry.

- Hey!

Why don't you go talk to Shorty?

Larry's always doing things for you.

Now is your chance to pay him back.

You're right. Larry's always been

like a big brother to me,

and I'm always messing him up.

Say, this would be my big chance

to even the score, huh?

I'll do it.

That's a boy.

Don't tell Shorty.

Shorty. Shorty!

Down for eight.

There they go again.

Hey, Frankie. Go down and see if they

ain't gonna do something about this.

All right.

The whole hotel is in darkness.

Hello? Hello.

Oh, operator,

the lights in my room are... What?

Oh, I see.

Well, do you suppose I could get

some sort of light up here?

I'm leaving for Cuba tonight,

and I still have packing to do.

Oh, that'll be fine. Thanks.

They're sending up some candles.

- At what time does your plane leave?

- Oh, I'm not flying.

It's much too quick.

I've always looked forward

to a wonderful cruise to Havana.

Exciting, isn't it?

- I hope these will help, Miss Carroll.

- Oh, they will. Thanks.

Hold it, sister.

It's like Christmas, ain't it?

More like the Fourth of July.

- Nice night for a murder.

- Yeah.

- Hey, how did you know?

- I didn't.

I didn't.

I just said it'd be a nice night for one.

You will have to get used to candles,

Miss Carroll.

There's no electricity on Lost Island.

The castle today is exactly

as your great-great-grandfather built it.

You mean the ghosts still have to find

their way around in the dark?

How depressing.

You may joke, my dear,

but unfortunately the legends

about the castle

are not to be taken lightly.

Oh, come now.

You don't really believe in ghosts,

do you?

I know that as the executor

of your grandfather's estate,

I'm supposed to paint the castle

as a palm-fringed paradise.

But I also know

that during the last 20 years,

no human being who tried to spend

a night in Black Castle

ever lived to see a sunrise.

Well, and not a moment too soon.

Now I can finish my packing.

Miss Carroll, I urge you to accept

the offer I've been authorized to make.

Now, $50,000 is quite a bit of money.

It's such a strange offer.

The place is haunted, full of bats,

and yet somebody wants it,

$50,000 worth.

Who's making the offer, Mr. Cortega?

I'm sorry, I can't tell you that.

Hello? Yes.

- Who?

- You don't know me, Miss Carroll.

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