Seven Days to Noon Page #6

If I could talk to him, he'd listen.

Ah, darling!

Ann, look!

Steve, it's Daddy!

Stop, driver. Stop!

Daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

Steve, it was him. It was Daddy!

Come on! Quick!

Goodbye.

- Oh!

- Sorry.

Thank you! The world

come to an end or something?!

I'll repeat that. To all divisions:

Prof J - for John - Willingdon...

...direction of Charing Cross. The

time was approximately 11.40 hours.

Description as previously

issued, except that Willingdon

no longer has a moustache.

He may be carrying...

- I say, Sarge.

- Uh-huh?

This statement of Mrs Peckett.

What about it?

The lodger has been acting queer.

See this description: "5

foot 8, grey felt hat, grey

suit, raincoat, medium

build, brown eyes, sixty".

It doesn't sound like the landlady

killer but it could be that professor

Worth checking up. Good.

Just thought I'd mention it.

Just thought I'd mention it.

What do you want... a medal?!

No, Sarge.

I'll send round a car.

Remember the last time we did this?

1940, bringing the boys from Dunkirk.

Yeah. What's up now, then?

Blowed if I know.

Come on, we're off in half an hour.

They leave flippin' buses here, then

expect the flippin' wheels to turn!

We should have joined the Navy!

Too flippin" true!

I just had it on the ticker. "From

1200 hours on the twentieth instant,

...no Continental arrivals will be

accepted. They will be rerouted."

"All runways will be at the disposal

of RAF Transport Command."

What's going on?

Trixie!

It's all right.

She's so friendly.

She's so friendly.

I'm fond of dogs.

I can see that!

Now your mother has to pick you up.

Oh, you silly Billy!

After you, dear.

No, no, please.

Thanks ever so much.

But there's a mark on the bottom.

If I gave you more than five bob,

that's what I'd get on mine!

All right. Bless you, I'll take it.

Five bob, Bert.

You in a hurry?

No, you were first

Thanks.

There you are, my dear.

Hello, Miss Goldie.

If you don't mind.

I won't keep you.

Come down, Trixie.

Been a nice warm day again today.

Yes. It's been a wonderful summer.

The nights can get chilly.

Yes.

Soon be wearing our coats again.

Funnily enough, that's what I came

in to buy. I left my coat somewhere.

Forgot your coat?

Oh, you're quite the old professor!

What?

Don't you know the old joke?

Absent-minded!

Yes, I suppose so.

Is this the one?

Ah, thats the ticket.

Thank you.

Oh, do you mind?

Just slip it across my shoulders.

Certainly.

Things looking up, in the theatre?

Yes. the Quaker Girl" is on again.

I'm going to see about my old part.

Good.

How do I look?

Fine.

Good. Well, thanks for holding her.

She's taken a fancy to you. Trixie!

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