The House That Dripped Blood Page #4

Can I give you a lift in?

Well, I wasn't going

in but, well, why not?

Rather a good antique shop here.

I used to collect those when I was a kid.

Did you?

Would you like that swan

as a souvenir of your visit?

I wouldn't know what to do with it.

Unless you filled it with apple strudel.

I must say things are

very much cheaper here

than they are in London.

They always are aren't they?

Good lord!

There's a waxworks museum here.

Yes.

Let's go and have a quick look see.

Oh no.

It's sure to be dull and

it's such a nice day.

I haven't seen one since I was a kid.

Come on!

Yes, you're quite right.

It is rather dull.

Let's go.

Wait a minute, what's over here?

Neville.

It's stuffy in here.

Let's go.

She's beautiful.

She's almost alive.

She's lovely.

Goodbye, Philip.

Thanks for being such a marvelous host.

Not at all, it was my pleasure.

I'm only sorry you can't stay.

No, I'd better fly back, I'm late now.

Sure I can't give you a lift into town?

No thanks, I'm not going in today.

I'll be off then.

Bye.

Cheerio.

Take care of yourself.

Thanks for everything.

Chow.

Neville?

I helped myself.

Neville, I saw you at that museum.

I know.

I came back to apologize.

I don't know why I went there.

I do.

It was the face of Salome, wasn't it?

Yes.

It was uncanny.

It was almost as though...

As though she was standing there?

Yes.

It's exactly what I felt.

That's why I tried to persuade you

not to go into that museum.

There's something evil about that place.

Yes, there is.

And I don't think either of us

should go there again, ever.

No.

Well.

Would you like to stay here tonight?

No, I should have left

before now as it is.

Philip, I'm sorry.

It was silly of me.

Take care of yourself.

Take care on the road.

I always do.

Bye.

Good luck.

Hello?

Hello Philip, this is Neville.

Well, hello Neville.

Anything wrong?

I'm still at the village.

I'm staying at the hotel.

The Queens Head?

I know it sounds absurd Philip

but I can't leave here.

I've got to go back to that place.

Don't go there!

You stay where you are.

I'll be right over.

Neville?

I told you that my wife was guillotined

because she'd murdered my best friend.

Well, it was I who killed him

and made sure she was found near him.

Can you guess why?

The authorities let me have her body.

And I embalmed her in all her beauty

so that she would be mine forever.

But she drew men to her

even after her death.

Others came and admired her

like your friend and you.

But you shall never have her.

None of you.

She is beautiful, isn't she?

My Salome.

And Henderson moved in next.

No, sir, there was

someone else before him.

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