She-wolf Of London Page #4

the slippers... and I had

the most horrible dream.

I was walking on

a desolate moor at night.

I was stalking someone.

To kill him.

Oh, it's the Allenby curse.

I'm sure of it!

Nonsense.

There's no such thing.

If there isn't, I must be

subject to spells of insanity.

I know you're upset, Phyllis,

but you're not insane.

Now, get dressed.

Come down to breakfast.

Act as if nothing

has happened.

We don't want Carol to

suspect that anything's wrong.

Understand?

You don't look well this morning,

Miss Phyllis. Is somethin' ailin' you?

Phyllis is perfectly well, Hannah.

Now run along and

fetch Carol's breakfast.

She'll be down in a minute.

Just as you say, mum.

Do you think

Hannah suspects?

Of course not. But she

stared at me so strangely.

Be quiet.

Good morning,

Mother. Phyllis.

Good morning, dear.

Good morning, Miss Carol.

Good morning,

Hannah.

Oh, how dreadful! What is it, Carol?

A small boy was killed last night

in the park near Denham Lane.

Torn to pieces by

an animal of some kind.

[Hannah] Denham Lane.!

Why, that's close by here.

[Carol] Yes, just a short

way. Less than a mile I'd say.

[Hannah] Not more than

half a mile, if you ask me.

Hannah, get some more tea.

What are you waiting

for? Get it! Yes, ma'am.

It seems that the body of the

child was horribly mangled.

[Gasps] Carol, please! [Sobs]

Help me get her upstairs.

[Sobbing Continues]

[Exhales]

Hello, Barry. Good morning,

Carol. Is Phyllis ready?

I promised I'd drive her to

the dressmaker's this morning.

I'm afraid she can't

go with you, Barry.

Why not?

She's ill.

Not too ill to receive

a visitor, I hope.

I don't know. I'll go to her

room and ask her. Come in.

I just can't live with myself

knowing that I murdered that child.

You murdered no one. Now, you

must stop talking about it.

Or even thinking about it.

The idea that a frail girl

like you could literally...

tear a boy of ten to pieces

is utterly ridiculous.

I wish I could

believe that.

[Knocking]

[Liquid Pouring]

- Is that you, Carol?

- Yes, Mother.

What is it?

Barry's here.

I explained that you were ill

and he wants to see you.

Shall I have him come up? Oh,

no. No, don't let him come up.

Tell him I can't see him.

I never want to see him again.

You can't possibly mean that,

Phyllis. Of course she doesn't mean it.

Explain she's sleeping and asked not to be

disturbed. Tell him she'll see him tomorrow.

Oh, but I won't be able

to see him tomorrow.

I'm positive you will,

my dear. Drink this.

It will calm

your nerves.

Please, Phyllis.

You're keeping Barry

waiting, Carol.

I'm never going to see

Barry again, Aunt Martha.

I just couldn't.

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