The Narrow Margin Page #3

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He's dead and you're alive.

Some exchange.

Lock it.

This gentleman's lost a briefcase.

We thought the redcap might have

put it in here by mistake.

I don't think so. These are mine.

It was a pigskin case.

Well, we'll keep looking.

Sorry to bother you.

I'm sure it's in this car.

What about this next room?

The room's empty.

As a matter of fact, conductor,

I was going to speak to you about that.

My partner was held over in Chicago.

We won't be needing this space.

Both rooms are paid for through

to the Coast. I'd like a rebate.

I'll wire the passenger agent

in Kansas City.

- We'll try to sell it for you there.

- Much obliged.

- I hope you find your case.

- I will.

It's all right.

That was the one, wasn't it?

Yeah, he seems to have

me spotted anyhow.

I haven't got a chance. He'll be back.

Once he finds me, goodbye.

- Maybe not.

- Are you kidding?

I can't hang out the window.

And the upper berth's too small.

- What are you going to do? Measure it?

- You gave me an idea.

Well, I don't like it already.

I'm in a spot, Brown,

and it's your job to protect me.

- It's your move.

- You're wrong, it's his.

We're going to let him make it, Mrs. Neall.

- Care for something, sir?

- What?

Yes. The same as hers.

I'll finish this at another table.

- I'm terribly sorry.

- That's all right.

- Here, let me.

- It'll dry.

I'm sorry.

Don't I even get a chaser?

I'm really sorry.

At least let me pay for your drink.

No, this one's on me, too.

- Fix her another, please.

- The same as his.

So sorry.

Some day they'll get around

to paving this track.

Then these accidents won't happen.

Here's to better tracks

and steadier nerves.

- Mine or yours?

- Yours.

You know, you'll get there

just as fast if you relax.

That sounds familiar. You're right.

I am a bit on edge tonight.

Excuse me.

Wait! Your...

I'm sorry. Thank you.

Pardon me. I'd like to get through.

Sorry. This train wasn't designed

for my tonnage.

Nobody loves a fat man,

except his grocer and his tailor.

Yeah, how about that?

You're Mr. Kemp, aren't you?

Joseph Kemp?

- That's right.

- There's a wire for you.

By the way, this isn't your space, is it?

No. I was looking for that briefcase.

I thought it might be in the other room.

- Only I was wrong.

- I'm afraid you were, Mr. Kemp.

Can't blame a guy for trying, can you?

There's somebody in here.

What do you want? Who are you?

I know. He's a train robber.

No, just a passenger. I must have

gotten into the wrong compartment.

- Indeed you did.

- Mine must be in the car ahead.

- Do you carry a gun?

- Let the man be.

He made a mistake,

so let him go about his business.

Thank you, madam.

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