The Man Who Wouldn't Die Page #5

My darling.

Mmm.

Promise me

that you'll always love me...

that we'll always be together.

I didn't intend to disturb you,

Mr. Blake.

Oh, no. No, you was quiet as a moose-

mice- mouse.

I'm Dunning, Mr. Wolff's secretary.

If I can be of any service,

please let me know.

I'll send up a flare.

- Who's that? Dumbo?

- Oh, no. Dunning.

Well, he's been with Dad 25 years.

- I wouldn't worry about him.

- Oh, I'm not worried.

He was just wandering by

and got his ear caught in the door.

- Oh.

- Let's take a look at the rest of the house. Hmm?

Say, how 'bout the servants? Do you think

any of them might have played ghost?

Oh, no. They've all been with us

for years and years.

- Course, Dr. Haggard hasn't, but-

- Who's Dr. Haggard?

Well, Dad has him working

on some experiments.

He's even fixed up a laboratory for him

in the basement.

Let's go down

and take a look at it. Hmm?

- Oh. No, I think we better ask the doctor first.

- No.

Let's say we don't ask the doctor.

Huh? Come on.

Here it is.

Say, this is some little layout

Dr. Jekyll's got here.

It's cost Dad a young fortune.

What, no electric trains, huh?

Oh, lookee.

Hey, what's

all this stuff for, huh?

Well, Dad hates the idea

that someday he's going to die.

- Simply can't stand it.

- Somebody must have told him the good die young.

- Go ahead.

- So for a long time, he's had Dr. Haggard...

experimenting with methods

to prolong life.

Most guys are satisfied to live

on borrowed time, but not your dad.

- No, he wants to buy it.

- All this equipment is supposed to give you...

vitamins "A" to "Z" in one jolt.

Uh-oh.

Here's something

that's not supposed to prolong life.

- What is it?

- .32s, and most of'em missing.

Holy smoke!

Then it was Dr. Haggard

who shot at me.

Now, take it easy, Kay.

Take it easy.

Don't get excited.

Here. Have a cigarette?

- No, thank you.

- No?

We mustn't jump

to conclusions like that.

Well, have a cigarette, Mr. Bones?

- Don't care if I do.

- Aw, I saw your lips move.

- Sorry.

- There you are.

Well, I still don't see

why he would want to kill me.

Course, I've always thought

he was an awful phony.

I've even told Dad so.

- That gives him a pretty good reason right there.

- Oh, but that's too fantastic.

Well, you see, maybe he figured

that with you out of the way...

he could go right on

fooling your old man.

Sounds logical, doesn't it?

Hey, look at this gadget.

Heh. A built-in radio.

- Maybe we can tune in on Buck Rogers.

- Oh, Mike...

- I'd get out of there if I were you.

- Aw, nonsense, my dear.

Why, in high school,

I was known as the young Steinmetz.

All you got to do

is understand electric-

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