The Mind Reader Page #3

sacred and confidential.

The fee is $1.

Frank:

Learn of private matters

in a private interview

for the small sum of $1.

Excuse me, lady.

Here you are, folks.

Make an appointment here

for a private reading.

It's only a dollar.

Here you are, folks.

Step right up.

[calliope music playing]

Learn of private matters

in a private interview

for the small sum of $1.

Here you are, folks.

Step right up.

[Normal voice]

Well, how are the suckers?

Did you get any nibbles?

Beautiful.

Five yaps, and two of them

look awful promising.

One dame's married to the first

national bank here in town.

I'll have the spirits

tell her to give us

a couple of liberty bonds.

Maybe you won't have to.

I just grabbed this leather.

Haven't had a chance to open

it yet, but it feels fat.

Hey, why don't you lay off

that petty-larceny stuff?

Someday you'll get your

mitt caught in an orchard gate

trying to steal

a rotten apple

and crab the racket

for all of us.

Woman:
Excuse me, gentlemen,

I lost my purse.

I'm sure

I lost it in here.

[Deep voice] Why,

during the performance, madam?

Yes. I know I had it

when we came in.

All my rent money was in it...

Almost $50.

You didn't lose it.

Somebody stole it.

Mr. chandra, surely you

can help me locate it.

The location of missing articles

is often very difficult.

But if you'd care to have

a private reading tomorrow,

I might be able to help you.

Mr. Franklin,

give the lady a card.

Good night, madam.

I hope you find it.

Oh, aunty, you didn't drop it

in the street.

I've looked everywhere.

Can't you help us?

Why, possibly, my dear.

Possibly.

What'd I tell you?

It isn't here.

But what

are we going to do?

We need that money

so badly.

Quiet, please.

I see a purse...

A brown purse

with silver trimmings.

Yes, yes!

That's it.

Your purse is in the shadow,

under a coat.

A gray coat.

The man who has it

is clutching it tightly.

He is trembling,

uneasy.

He is a man

of medium height,

straight, dark hair,

aquiline features.

He is perspiring.

I can see him

so clearly,

I can almost

put my hand on him.

He has a long,

gray beard.

He is a farmer.

But how can I

get it back?

I can't tell you

the exact address.

But I can go unerringly

to the house.

If you will give me

your name and address,

I will guarantee

to return your aunt's bag

with its contents intact

by tomorrow.

Oh, Mr. chandra,

how can we ever repay you?

The privilege of serving youth

and beauty is payment enough.

Here's my address.

Thank you so much,

Mr. chandra.

It's nothing.

Nothing at all.

And rest assured

your property will be returned.

[Sighs]

[Normal voice] That's

what I call a pretty dame.

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