The Phantom Light Page #5

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-Well, look here, Sergeant -

You heard what the doctor said,

lightkeeper. That's enough now.

Dr. Carey surely ought to

know what you should be doing.

Uh-huh.

Well, I've made me protest.

That's all I've got to say.

If anything happens

it won't be my fault.

Here, how do you know it wasn't him

what done to these blokes before me?

Do you know who that

poor boy is, Mr. Higgins?

My sister's son. He's a

good lad when he is normal.

Ah, when he is normal.

But he ain't normal.

I mean, he has these

come-and-go fits.

When they come, somebody goes. -Aren't

you talking rather wildly, Higgins?

Well, as I said before,

sir, I'm in charge here.

You've said that many times. We

know it now. -Well, I am, ain't I?

There's no need to worry, Higgins.

-Oh, I'm not worrying, sir.

But if I'm found tomorrow morning at the

bottom of the sea with my throat cut

I'll know who is responsible.

Well, I'll know then that

you have done your duty.

Oh, I have no doubt it's very

funny because I'm busting my sides.

The tide is on the turn,

doctor. We should be going.

Oh, alright,

David, I'm coming.

There's nothing we

can do here tonight.

I'll need the three of

you to look after him.

I'll come over first thing

in the morning. -For the body?

Well, he's not going to die.

-Oh, I didn't mean his body.

What's going to happen the next

time he goes off the deep end?

These will keep anybody quiet. If

one isn't enough give him a couple.

Don't worry, he's only a bit

unhinged. -Yes, I've noticed that.

Goodnight. -Goodnight,

sir. -Sleep well.

He seems peaceful enough now.

God blimey! Now,

now, now, look here.

I've got two things

to put you to bye-n-byes

and one of them is this.

Who leaves spinners about?

Yeah. Pressure's alright.

Come on.

This is Bob, isn't it? -Yes, sir.

-You've got a nice face.

How did that happen?

Isn't she a beauty?

Not a half. -It wasn't

me who left the spinner.

Oh, forget it, old timer.

We'll be having it up

and forth before long.

You'd better taking

your observations.

I see the log book as I

come up. -Aye-aye, skipper.

But why did this man want

to come down here?

Reporter - newspaper reporter.

Can you beat it? -Yeah.

There's a lot I don't know, as the

farmer's daughter said to the squire,

but there's one thing I do know,

and that's how to cook a sausage.

Look at them. None of your

smooth bananas here, my boy.

Every one with

a split stomach.

You can have that one.

It's a beauty. The king his self

would be proud to eat that sausage,

though I said

that it shouldn't.

YES.

Well, to resume.

Bread please.

Thanks. Pepper.

About this reporter bloke, he takes a

bundle of notes out of his pocket, see,

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