The Alligator People Page #3

Whoever you are, I don't

know what your game is-.- ...

coming here, making up

fantastic stories.

It's the truth. I can prove it.

You can ask anyone-

Why should I ask anyone

or care one way or the other?

Ofwhat possible

interest...

could your sordid

little lie be to me?

I was hoping

your name was Webster.

I am

Mrs. Henry Hawthorne.

- And your husband?

- I'm a widow.

I'm sorry to bother you,

Mrs- Hawthorne.- .

But I had to know.

Perhaps you are

telling the truth.

It really

doesn't matter.

However, I must ask you

to leave at once.

Toby, get ahold

of Manon.

Have him drive her

back to the station.

- But, ma'am-

- What is it, Toby?

There won't be a train

till tomorrow.

Oh, you're right,

of course.

May we offer you

the hospitality-.

Of The Cypresses

for the night?

I don't seem to have

any choice, do I?

Luann.

Yes, ma'am.

Show Mrs.-

What was

your name again?

Mrs. Paul Webster.

Show Mrs. Webster

to the guest room.

Yes, ma'am.

Anything you need

to be comfortable...

just ask Luann.

Thank you.

One minute,

Mrs. Webster.

While you're our guest

for the night only...

I must insist

on one thing.

- Yes?

- Under no circumstances...

will you leave

your room.

As I said before...

I don't seem to have

any choice, do I?

There was something

sinister about The Cypressesi.

As night darkened the house,

all the doubts and fears...

which had haunted

the long, lone/y miles...

of my search returned'

What secret

was Mrs' Hawthorne hiding.

In this strange,

unfriendly house?

Why had she told me

not to leave my room?

Toby! Toby!

Find the drunken fool.

Tell him to stop that shooting.

But, ma'am-

Doesn't he realize

the girl's still here?

I'll try, ma'am.

Dirty, stinking,

slimy gators!

You bit my hand off,

didn't you?

I'm gonna spend the rest of my life

killing gators.

The rest of my life

killing 'em-.

Mr. Manon,

you better stop it.

Huh?

Mrs. Hawthorne says stop.

She says she don't want you

shooting at gators around here...

with that girl here.

The one you brought.

I ain't never gonna stop

shootin' gators.

They bit my hand off,

didn't they?

I ain't never gonna

stop shootin' gators!

No, not never!

Sure, sure.

I know just how you feel.

I don't like 'em, either,

but not tonight. Come on.

Do all the guests

get room service?

I only do...

what Mrs. Hawthorne

tell me, ma'am.

Now, will there be

anything else?

Luann, those gunshots.

What were they all about?

I don't know, ma'am.

I must go now.

Luann, wait, wait, please.

Somebody has to help me.

- How, ma'am?

- Is it true, everything she told me?

Havel come to the wrong place?

I can't- I wouldn't

like to say anything.

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