Shadow of a Doubt Page #3

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Well, I ought to. That's my business.

Oh, not telegraphy. Mental telepathy.

Like...

well, suppose you have a thought,

and suppose the thought's about

someone you're in tune with.

Then across miles, that person knows

what you're thinking and answers you.

- And it's all mental.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

I only send telegrams the normal way.

He heard me. He heard me.

- Mr Otis? Mr Otis?

- Yes?

You're almost in Santa Rosa. Want to be

ready when you get into Santa Rosa.

- I'm ready now. Thanks.

- Then I'll get all your bags out for you.

- How you feelin', Mr Otis?

- Pretty well.

A little weak

but pretty well on the whole.

Mm-hm.

Harry, tell the porter you're a doctor.

Ask if there's anything you can do.

Maybe you can help that poor soul.

- I'm on my vacation.

- My husband's a doctor and if there's -

No, Ma'am. He's a very sick man.

Won't see anyone.

I haven't set eyes on him myself

since we first got on the train.

Well, you don ' t look very well either.

Ah, here we are. Come on, children.

Close the door, there. That's right.

- Oh, are you -

- Charlie. Young Charlie.

At first, I didn't know you.

I thought you were sick.

- Sick?

- You aren't sick, are you?

Look, Pop! Here he is!

Why, Uncle Charlie, you're not sick.

That was the funniest thing.

- Me, sick? Well, Joe, how are you?

- Alright, Charles.

Roger. Hello, Ann.

I bet you don't remember me.

I remember you sort of.

You look different.

Well, we better get started.

Emma's got the dinner almost ready.

I couldn't persuade her to come

to the station. Dinner came first.

- Roger, get the bags. I'll take that.

- Thank you, Joe.

That's it. Come on. Let's go.

Come on, Roger, get these bags.

You, uh, sure that isn't

too heavy for you?

Oh, no. It's nothing. I love to carry.

Emma. Don't move.

Standing there,

you don't look like Emma Newton.

You look like Emma Spencer Oakley of

- The prettiest girl on the block.

- Charles.

Mama, nobody got off the train

but Uncle Charlie.

- Let me look at you.

- There was only us meeting somebody.

- To think you could take the time off.

- There was only one bed made up.

- It's so wonderful to have you here.

- Emmy, Emmy, don't cry.

And imagine your thinking

of 46 Burnham Street.

I haven't thought of that

funny old street in years.

I keep remembering those things.

All the old things.

Emmy, how's he look?

Same old Charles, eh?

Roger, Ann, get these other bags.

You have Charlie's room

right here at the head of the stairs.

Emmy wanted to move Ann, but Charlie

thought you'd be more comfortable here.

Come on, Roger.

- Ah-ah! Don't put the hat on the bed.

- Superstitious, Joe?

No, but I don't believe in inviting trouble.

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