The Plague of the Zombies Page #3

She's not looking well.

Poor Alice.

I'm afraid she needs a holiday badly.

- You both do, by the look of you.

- Can't manage one at the moment, sir.

- You've no idea what it's been like.

- Well, we'll talk about it later,

without any of this hocus pocus

you put in your letter.

Ah!

That was an excellent meal.

You girls are to be congratulated,

eh, Peter?

Oh, yes, Sir James. Indeed.

Still, what I always say is,

cooking is a science and not an art.

If you get it right once

there's no earthly reason

why you shouldn't get it right every time.

Now, you girls run along to bed.

Peter and I will do the dishes

- But, Father, you can't...

- But Father, nothing.

You've had a long day

and I'm sure Alice is tired.

Yes, I am tired, it's true.

Good night, Peter. Father.

Good night, my dear.

It's so nice to see you again, Sir James.

Thank you, my dear.

it's nice to see you, too.

For you, Sir James?

No, thank you.

That's not the answer,

you know, Peter.

I know.

I wish I knew the answer.

First of all, we have to decide

what the question is, don't we?

This disease seems to be

more mental than physical.

Yes, but you were

a little obscure, Peter.

You said there was no attributable

cause for this mental affliction.

I'd like to Know a little more

about the symptoms.

- What about appetite?

- The patient show a loss of appetite.

Skin color?

In every case a loss of skin color, too.

- Reflexes?

- Retarding

Hm, like someone

in need of a holiday in fact, eh?

- You don't mean Alice, surely?

- Now, now, now.

Don't let's jump to any conclusions.

- What did the autopsies show?

- I didn't make any.

You didn't make any?

What's come over you?

It is not permitted to make any.

- Well, who stopped you?

- The villagers.

They don't want the bodies

of their love ones cut about.

What about the coroner?

Surely he supported your applications?

- There isn't one.

- No coroner?

This isn't London, sir.

This is a Cornish village,

inhabited by simple country people

riddled with superstition

and all dominated by a Squire.

He acts as coroner and magistrate,

judge and jury.

And who is this jack of all trades?

Hamilton, sir. Squire Hamilton.

Master?

Tonight. Tell the others.

They are not back

from the chase, Master.

Tell them to prepare

just as soon as they return.

I do hope you meet him, Sylvia.

He's such a charming man.

- Is he now?

- And so handsome.

- And rich.

- And unattached?

Yes. Yes, he is, as a matter of fact.

You're not trying to marry me off

by any chance?

Well, you could do a great deal worse.

He's got a lovely house

and a lot of money.

And what does Peter think?

He doesn't like him.

He thinks he's arrogant

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