Stage Fright Page #4

if I went to bed?

That is, if Commodore Gill

wants to let me stay.

Your room is at the head of the stairs.

You'll be quite comfortable.

And if you want anything to read in bed...

...you'll find some quite good

murder mysteries in there.

Beg your pardon.

Look, Eve...

But he's just gone...

At last we are alone and unobserved.

You know, I'm beginning to enjoy this.

Father, do you think she arranged

to put the suspicion on Jonathan?

- Do you think she deliberately framed him?

- The thought had crossed my mind.

That was why I reluctantly suggested that

our friends, the police, ought to be told.

But it's too late. Our only evidence

has gone up the chimney.

But we must help him.

He'll do nothing for himself.

He's hopelessly in love with that woman.

It's up to us.

Yes, but it won't be easy.

It is easy.

I'll go to her and see her myself.

- Would that be wise?

- But I don't care if it is or not.

I'll tell her we know how the bloodstain got

on the dress and every move of her game.

I'll make her talk.

It'll be one woman to another.

An impressive situation at any time.

She won't be able to help

but give herself away. You'll see.

I won't see. I won't be there,

and neither will you.

If we're right in what we think,

she's a dangerous woman.

She won't give herself away.

You'd be giving her an alternative.

She has no alternative.

She might murder you.

Oh, don't be so melodramatic, Father.

Look, my love. Face facts.

What is the least that can happen to you

if you tackle this remarkable lady?

She'll at once pick up a little pink

telephone and call the police.

She will then give you in charge

for concealing a fugitive from justice.

Eventually, you will be tried

at the Old Bailey.

Well, if you're lucky, you might get off

with, now, let me see...

...a couple of years, which you will spend

in Holloway prison...

...meditating on the folly of transmuting

melodrama into real life.

Well...

The best thing you can do, my girl,

is to go back to your Academy...

...and practice your soul-shaking antics...

...in surroundings where

they can't do any harm.

After all, this fellow can't possibly

mean all that to you.

But he does, Father.

- Move along, please.

- But I'd like...

Now move along, ma'am.

This is nothing to see.

Hello, Father?

I'm outside the Inwood house.

Outside? Why not inside?

Don't be ridiculous, Father.

The police won't let anyone near the place.

Really? How very extraordinary.

Look, you've done your best.

Come back here...

...and decide about the man

that came to dinner.

Oh, I feel awful. I've been listening

to the people in the crowd talking...

...and they assume that

you-know-who is guilty...

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