The Return of Doctor X

Hello? Morning Dispatch.

Hello? Morning Dispatch.

Hello. Park Vista hotel?

Give me Angela Merrova's apartment.

Tell her it's Walt Garrett, Mr.

Garrett of The Morning Dispatch.

- Here's your peanuts, Wichita.

- Oh, thanks, Pinky, my boy.

- You cheapskate.

- Hey, wait a minute, what...

Hello, Miss Merrova.

It's you, Mr. Garrett. How are you?

Oh, I'm fine, thank you. How

about an interview this morning?

What about?

How about your ideas

on love and marriage?

Well, I have some fresh views on

love, since my last trip to Europe.

Oh, I'm terribly booked up, but I might

find a few minutes for you, Mr. Garrett.

All right, come right away, will you?

Goodbye, Mr. Garrett.

Say, Dooley, if a redhead calls, tell

her I'm finding out about love, will you?

I'll cut you guys in if

there's any new angles.

New angles? You don't

know the old ones.

Say, listen, I'm gonna show you tired

old hacks how to write an interview.

It's a fine thing.

You leave that door open like

that, anything's liable to drop in.

Miss Merrova, your

favorite newsboy is here.

- City editor.

- Hello, Andy?

Listen, Angela Merrova's dead.

Yeah, croaked. Sure, I'm sure.

Oh, this is Walt.

I don't know. There's nobody

here except the monkey,

- and he couldn't have done it.

- Anybody else got it?

No, nobody knows it,

not even the cops.

Let them read about it in the paper.

Yeah, yeah, give me Rewrite.

This is a horrible thing.

What'll people think, Lieutenant?

Oh, they'll probably figure out

the joint's a hangout for gorillas.

- Exactly! What?

- Who's this guy?

Well, Lieutenant. Imagine

finding you here, of all places.

Well, if it isn't the Kansas Sherlock.

- Which room?

- In here.

- I'll see you later, brain trust.

- Anytime I can be of service, anytime.

How do?

- Come on, come on, what is this?

- I don't know.

- The newspaper said...

- There's no dead body in here.

Oh, sit down, will you?

He's a very funny guy, this Garrett.

Well, where is it?

- Yes, where is it?

- Where's what?

The body. Of course, I

just represent the law here,

and if you're saving it for

another one of your scoops,

don't let me interfere.

Cut it out, will you,

Kincaid? What's the rib?

You tell me. There's

no corpse in there.

I... No corpse?

Well, what the...

Well? Well, what gives that now?

I don't know, the body was

lying right there on the floor.

It was dead. I'd take an oath.

It had a deep knife wound,

right under the heart.

- Is this your idea of a joke?

- Honest at Pete it isn't, Kincaid,

she was murdered.

I know! Somebody came

in and swiped that body.

That's what happened,

she was kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

First she was murdered,

now she was kidnapped.

Oh, this is horrible.

It'll ruin the hotel.

- Positively ruin it!

- Take it easy.

- Well, genius?

- I just can't figure it out.

Well, I'll tell you, we're

gonna play a new game.

Body, body, who's got the

body? You want to join us?

Come on, boys.

- How you doing, Wichita?

- Not so good.

I've been in the morgue,

the medical institute,

I've even had the river dragged.

There's something awful

cockeyed about this whole setup.

- Any more dope on this dame?

- That's the works.

Well, it's no help. No

friends, no family, an orphan.

Did you ever hear of

an orphan with a family?

- File room. - Pinky, is

that corn-fed wizard in there?

Yes sir. Yes sir, he's here.

- Tell him to come in right away.

- Yes, sir!

Hey, Wichita, Picklepuss

wants to see you.

And he don't mean in ten minutes.

All right, all right.

Jiminy Christmas.

Darned kids.

Don't forget to try

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