The Return of Count Yorga Page #4

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Hello!

Hello.

Nothing makes sense.

There's discrepancies,

that's for sure.

Discrepancies?

Jennifer says she saw

massacred bodies, Tommy says no.

I'd hardly call that

a discrepancy.

One or the other

is an insane liar!

How do you accept

a story like Jennifer's?

Question is,

can we afford not to?

Why wouldn't

Cynthia call the reverend

if they were leaving?

Or tell Jennifer? She lives

in the same house.

I answered that one.

It was late, and they probably

thought the boy would tell them.

Are you sure Cynthia never

mentioned having relatives?

Uh-huh. Even

the reverend was surprised.

He never heard of any either.

I feel

so bloody helpless.

Jason, what do you know

about this Count Yorga?

Only that

he's some madman

who believes

in vampires. Why?

Well, I was

just thinking about Mitzi.

Remember those

marks on her throat?

Oh, now, wait a minute.

You're not thinking what I

think you're thinking, are you?

Well, what else

do we have to follow up on?

You better go visit

one of your colleagues.

Jason, of course I'm not

saying I believe in vampires.

But we've got

to begin somewhere.

We can't just disregard

Jennifer's story altogether.

We've got to go

on the assumption

that Jennifer's story is true.

I agree, but I mean,

don't tell me

you're thinking

in terms of vampires.

Well,

we don't know, do we?

David...

Well, I mean.

Maybe Count Yorga is right.

Maybe they do exist.

You ever heard

of Professor Rightstat?

No.

He's devoted his life

researching folklore

and the occults.

Vampires?

Well, for 30 years

I've been battling

the impenetrable mystique

that enshrouds

that fabled domain.

I've seen the tatters

of their desiccated flesh,

clinging to wooden stakes

wedged deep

between their

ancient crumbling ribs.

Why, I once saw a little child

clutching its slashed throat

ripped loose

by razor-edged fangs.

- Professor...

- Time, time and again

I've offered my life to prove

vampirism to the world.

Professor Rightstat, would you

help me investigate Count Yorga?

Uh, Professor Rightstat?

Huh?

- I said, would you help me?

- Kelp you?

Uh, no.

Help me. Would you help me?

- Oh, help you!

- Yes.

Uh, with what?

Investigate Count Yorga.

Yoga?

Yoga? Oh, no, no, no!

No, I don't believe in yoga.

Oh, sheer poppycock.

Tried it once about,

oh, 40 years ago.

Got caught in one of those

damned locust positions.

Took three men

to unwind my body.

Well, what's that got

to do with vampires?

You haven't read my book.

Come on, let me play.

Come on, Tommy.

Give me the ball.

I must be

allowed this experience.

I must find out if I can

recapture this emotion

so long kept from me.

You're a fool.

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