The Man Who Wouldn't Die Page #6

Mike. Mike, look out.

Mike. Mike.

Mike, get upl Get up outta that ch-

Mike. Mike-

Oh, Mikel Mikel

Mike!

Mike! Mike, can you hear? Oh!

Mikel Mikel

Mike! Mike!

Oh, Dr. Haggard.

How do you feel?

I feel just like a neon sign.

You were very fortunate.

If that voltage hadn't have been so high,

you would have been electrocuted.

Say, if that's your idea of a practical joke,

I don't like it.

Practical joke? May I ask what you two

were doing in my laboratory?

Why, yes. Uh-

Oh-Oh, by the way, Dr. Haggard...

this is my husband, Roger Blake.

- How do you do, Mr. Blake?

- Maybe I better not...

shake hands the way I'm charged up.

Here. Drink this.

Go ahead. Drink it.

It'll do you good.

- Is my face changing?

- Well, you do look sort of funny.

Oh. There's no change then.

You see, I was telling Roger

about the ghost I saw last night...

and, well, we were just

looking over the house.

I can't imagine what my laboratory

would have to do...

with your fanciful story

about seeing a ghost.

Oh, but I did see one.

We even found the bullet.

- Oh, really?

- Uh, yes.

And as a matter of fact,

it was of the same caliber...

as the bullets we found

in this box.

- Those are mine, I believe.

- Oh, you own a. 32 automatic, eh, Doctor?

Why, yes. Or to be more precise,

I did own one.

You see, I lost it about three months ago

when I was out target practicing.

Hmm.

Planning on joining the army?

- No. Shooting's merely a hobby.

- Oh, I see. Mm-hmm.

Is there anything else

you'd like to know, Mr. Blake?

Uh, no. No, not right now.

Thanks. Come on, Kay.

Come here.

Just what did I tell you about

not mentioning this bullet to anybody?

Gee, Mike, it just slipped out.

Well, now, the next time it happens,

I'm gonna start charging you double.

I'm sorry. Really I am.

- What are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

I guess we'll have to tell your father

we found the bullet.

If we don't,

Haggard will anyway.

I'm glad

you showed me this, Roger.

Yeah, but why should anyone

want to take a shot at Kay?

I suppose I should have

mentioned this earlier...

but I didn't want

to frighten anyone.

Last night, I had a visitor.

He was a partner of mine

many years ago.

Our association

wasn't any too happy.

I finally fround proofr

he tried to cheat me.

To save myself,

I pulled out of the partnership.

Well, what did he want, Dad?

Money.

For years, he'd been broke.

Occasionally I tried to help him.

He was harmless.

- I felt sorry for him.

- And what happened?

Well, last night, he wasn't satisfied

with what I gave him.

Demanded an outrageous sum.

When I told him to go to the devil,

he became violent.

Blamed me for the death

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