The House on Telegraph Hill Page #5

the guest room made up?

Oh, I suppose I should've sent her

some instructions...

but I wanted to leave

everything to you.

I think this room

is big enough for both of us.

I hope so.

But I do think you'll be

more comfortable here if I take

the guest room for the night.

And then tomorrow, we can go

downtown and pick out everything we need.

Alan, I love you.

I had come halfway across the world.

And, now, suddenly,

in this pleasant room...

a little of the fear I had once felt

in Belsen came back to me.

Whether it was

my own conscience...

or meeting with little Chris...

or something in the house itself,

I couldn't tell.

I had a strange feeling

that Aunt Sophie saw through me.

I wondered-

if I could have spoken to her-

whether she would have

understood.

She did look kind and wise.

Yet, I couldn't rid myself of the feeling

that something was wrong in this house.

Karin, what are you doing down here?

Well, I-I couldn't sleep.

I just came down to see

Aunt Sophie's picture.

It's kind of a strange hour to be prowling

around the house looking at pictures.

I'm not prowling, Alan.

I'm sorry, but you seemed so tired.

And you?

You haven't been to bed at all yet.

I came down to look over

my mail. I wanted to see if

there's anything important.

Margaret heard me coming down.

She brought me a sandwich

and a glass of milk.

Oh. Margaret has been

in the house a long time, hasn't she?

Ever since Chris was

brought here from Europe.

He needed someone to

look after him.

She's been very faithful.

You know, one thing

about Aunt Sophie.

She knew people inside out.

She picked her out of 50 applicants

to take care of Chris.

Margaret has...

many unusual qualities.

I believe you.

I also think

she's a very unusual woman.

Are you going

to be much longer?

No, just a little while.

You better run along to bed.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Hi!

- Hi!

- It's late. You always sleep so late?

- I was very tired last night.

I've been waitin' for you since 7:00.

Oh, you shouldn't have done that.

Oh, it's all right. I'm always up early.

Comin' down soon?

Well, it will take me

a while to get dressed.

Okay. Hurry up.

Hey, good catch.

You're learnin' fast, Mom.

What's the matter?

Hurt your hand?

No, darling.

It didn't hurt at all.

That's good.

Come on! Throw the ball!

Chris.

You've missed not having

your mother very much, haven't you?

Sure. I guess so.

But you were so little

when you were brought here...

you couldn't possibly

remember her.

Well, Aunt Sophie

always talked about you a lot...

and cried for a long time

when they told her you had died.

And you?

Did you cry too?

I-I don't remember.

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