Secreto Del Dr. Orloff, El Page #4

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You killed him!

Murderer!

Oh, it's you?

What are you doing here?

You were talking in your sleep,

Aunt Ingrid.

I came to see

if there was anything wrong.

Oh really?

I was talking out loud?

What did I say?

Tell me.

Come on, Melissa.

What did I say?

Something about a person

that you loved...

and that someone

had killed him-

Keep going, Melissa,

tell me everything.

You shouted "Murderer!"

To whom?

I don't know.

You didn't say.

Are you sure?

I didn't hear a name, Aunt.

A lot of nonsense.

I'm always having stupid

nightmares like this.

Aunt Ingrid, who's the young man

in this picture?

Funny, he seems

familiar to me.

His face reminds me

of someone.

You really

don't know who that is?

Your mother never showed you

your father's picture?

No, never.

So this is his picture?

That's a snapshot I took of him

shortly before he died.

"Ingrid,

it's the springtime...

"Ingrid, it's the springtime

that carries your name,

"just like that rose

we picked from the garden,

one which time

cannot destroy. "

My mother never told me

what he was like.

Whenever I asked her about him,

she would change the subject.

Poor little thing.

Her pain was so great,

she couldn't talk about it.

But why?

How... how did

my father die?

He died... died...

suddenly one night,

in his room.

In which room?

Down the hall,

next to the stairway

that leads to the tower.

No one has entered that room

since he died.

But what happened to him

that night?

Go away, go away,

Don't ask me

any more questions, Melissa.

Go, I beg you.

Ah, good morning,

Miss Melissa.

Did you sleep well?

Pretty well.

Oh you're lucky,

I didn't get any sleep at all.

Why not?

Weren't you feeling well?

Oh, I'm fine... I simply forgot

about going to bed.

Have you met Carlos?

He's my cousin.

He's always here

in the winter time.

And in the summer, he takes care

of the vegetable garden.

I have to say,

we get along very well.

He's a very good boy, wouldn't

hurt a fly or anything.

Tell me, Ciceron.

How can I get into the room

that belonged to my father?

By opening the door.

But the door

happens to be locked.

Yes, I know,

that's the trouble.

So first, I have

to get the key.

Or ask the person

who has it.

So, do you think

I could get it?

Absolutely not.

Why not?

Because I'm the one

who has the keys, that's why.

And if I let you

take my keys from me,

I'd be making

a fool of myself.

In that case,

may I borrow the key?

I'll let you have it right now,

if you like.

Juan Manuel!

Miss Melissa!

Don't take your fianc

inside the house.

He's not my fianc.

- All the more reason.

- But what's the big deal?

The professor forbids

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