The Phantom Light Page #4

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-Yeah. -I'd like to come with you. -No.

YES. -No! -Have another.

Well, um... -Doubles.

Now listen,

do you think that

if I could - now, look here.

You heard what the

harbormaster said, didn't you?

That nobody could go out to the

lighthouse under no conditions.

No.

No.

You're a reporter, ain't you?

How'd you guess that? -You're so

ready free with your office money.

Chin-chin.

Does anybody here got a motorboat

I can hire? -There is Tim Morgan.

Where can I find him? -Well, he

lives at the grocers down the street.

Say you'll come from me. He'll

want paying in advance, young man.

It's a very old boat he has, and

the coast is very dangerous.

I know the coast.

Gin and soda, please.

Not much gin.

And soda? -Not much.

Good evening. -Good evening.

-Nice evening, isn't it?

Yes, very.

I know what that is. That's a map.

I've got one at home.

An awfully nice map.

What did you say?

-I didn't say anything.

It is a nice evening, isn't it? -Yeah.

-Lovely evening to go out in a boat.

Is it? -Oh, I'd love to go out

in a boat tonight. -Would you?

Do you know what I'd do if anybody

asked me to go out in a boat? -No.

Well, just ask me

and you'll see.

Well, of course I would not go out

with you now if you begged me to.

Thanks very much. -But you are going

to beg me, aren't you? I know you are.

Anything else you know? -Yes. You

want to go out to the lighthouse.

Oh, do I? -Yes, and you've

hired a motorboat. -Have I?

Yes. I heard you when

I was around there.

I see. -Well, what about it?

-Why do you want to go out there?

Well, I want to go because

you're... to be with you... -Goodbye.

No, but... no, no,

listen. Wait. Wait.

Listen, I'm going to

tell you the truth.

Oh no, you're not.

Use the tressel.

God blimey, King Kong.

Well, Higgins, how do you like your new

quarters? -Oh, they're all cozy, sir.

Especially the loony ward.

Oh, thanks.

When was the last attack? -This

afternoon, Dr. Carey. About teatime.

Well, he looks as

quiet as a lamb now.

Get off of me.

[Fighting]

There, there now.

Larry? -Yes, Dr. Carey? -We

must have a word about this.

It's impossible to get him away in

this condition. -What sent him that way?

Who knows. Perhaps it was

Jack Davis dying so suddenly.

No, David, he's certainly

not fit to be moved.

Well, he's fit enough to all but

murder you, sir, and chance it.

It's out of the question,

Higgins.

Any sudden shock might be very

dangerous to the poor fellow.

Well, no offense, sir, but

I'm in charge here, you know?

And if me and king - I mean,

if me and Claff Owen and the boy

have to look after the light and take

on his nibs in all his resting as well.

He's not to be moved, Higgins.

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