St. Ives Page #4

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What happened to you?

- Are you hurt?

- No, not very much.

Show me your hand.

Please, Mr. St. Ives, please.

Don't worry.

I was an MD before I became a psychiatrist.

Friction burn.

Come with me.

Why don't you wash your hand,

Mr. St. Ives.

- Janet, could you get me some scissors?

- In the drawer.

Yes, here are the scissors.

And now I need some gauze

and a mild astringent.

Mild astringent. Mild astringent.

Mild astringent...

Mild astringent.

Why don't you sit down, Mr. St. Ives.

Yes?

No, this is Procane.

Shall I or shall I not ask you

how you came by these burns?

I missed the elevator and had to slide down.

Such impatience.

Now, this will sting a little.

Where did you say?

Yes, I'll give him the message.

What is this with Procane

and the old movies?

Films really are dreams...

...especially old movies,

and Abner loves them.

They're good dreams for Abner.

They're splendid, splendid therapy.

You can remove this bandage tomorrow,

if you like.

I see you two have met.

Mr. St. Ives. A message.

Union Station, Wednesday, 10 a. m...

...men's room, first stall.

You're to bring the same Pan Am bag

as before.

First it was a Laundromat,

now a men's toilet.

Classy bunch of crooks. No imagination.

Or appreciation.

You've had an accident?

Goes with the territory.

Hey, where's Parisi?

- Who?

- Johnny Parisi.

Tell him it's Ray St. Ives.

I don't know him.

I'll wait.

St. Ives.

Hi, Ray.

Come on in. I wanna show you something.

Looks just like any other car on the street.

Get in. I got a surprise.

The boys are real artists, aren't they?

Quarter-inch armor throughout.

Quartz-glass windshield.

- Expensive?

- Ray.

How can you put a price

on personal safety?

I had to test it anyway.

You're right.

Personal safety's very important.

What's on your mind, Ray?

Stolen journals.

Who stole them? Who's got them?

Why are they so valuable?

And why is someone dead?

Maybe Albee Shippo can help.

Are you involved?

If I were, we wouldn't be talking.

- You called?

- Yeah.

Come on in.

Like I said on the telephone,

I don't do retail.

Everything here is strictly high-class art.

For instance, you wanna go

into business for yourself...

...something you can do

from your own home, I'm your man.

I'm interested in journals. Jack Boykins.

Wait a second. Wait a second.

Boykins was a thief!

I had nothing to do with him.

- Who are you anyway?

- I'm investigating the murder of Boykins.

- You're a cop.

- Before Boykins was murdered, he said...

I don't care what he said!

Some guy runs off at the mouth.

He gets bumped off.

Suddenly, an innocent man's

in the sh*t house.

All right.

But if you can help me out...

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