The Seventh Victim

Two times nine is 18.

Three times nine is 27.

Four times nine is 36.

Come in, please.

Here we are, Mary.

I have a most painful matter

to discuss with you, Mary.

Your sister.

Have you heard from her lately?

No, Mrs. Lowood.

She doesn't write often.

- Have you any other relatives, Mary?

- No. Jacqueline brought me up.

Somehow I never felt

I needed other relatives.

That makes it all the more difficult.

Difficult? Has anything happened

to Jacqueline?

We don't know, Mary.

We've been unable

to get in touch with your sister.

Sometimes she can be quite careless.

- Why don't you try Mrs. Redi?

- I've written repeatedly to Mrs. Redi.

She vouchsafes

no information whatsoever.

It is six months, Mary,

since your tuition has been paid.

Naturally, it's impossible for you

to stay on here as a paying pupil.

- Of course.

- Miss Gilcrist and I...

...have talked the matter over.

You can stay on here and work...

...with the younger children

as sort of an assistant teacher.

But, Mrs. Lowood,

I can't just stay on here...

...without knowing what's happened

to my sister.

Maybe if I went to New York,

if I saw Mrs. Redi myself...

I doubt if you'll get anything

out of that woman.

But if you'd like to try...

...l'll advance the money

to make the trip to New York.

Of course, my dear,

if you don't find your sister...

...you can always come back here.

Thank you.

Mary.

Don't come back.

No matter if you never find your sister.

No matter what happens to you.

Don't come back.

My parents died when I was a pupil.

I left as you are leaving.

But I didn't have courage.

One must have courage

to really live in the world.

I came back.

Gilcrist.

Agnes, John Quincy Adams

did not follow John Adams as president.

Build thee more stately mansions,

O my soul

As the swift seasons roll!

Leave thy low-vaulted past!

Let each new temple,

Nobler than the last

Shut thee from heaven

With a dome more vast

Till thou at length art free

That's enough.

It seems all right, Joseph.

You see, we do keep up the quality

of La Sagesse products...

...in spite of Jacqueline's absence.

But you must know someone

who has seen or heard of my sister.

I'm afraid not.

Your sister had many friends,

but they were not my friends.

I was only the manager of her plant.

Mrs. Redi, there's one thing.

With Jacqueline gone,

how do you carry on the business?

What do you do with the receipts?

How do you sign the checks?

Why, Mary, I'm amazed.

Didn't Jacqueline tell you?

She sold the business to me

at least eight months ago.

- It's my business now.

- I didn't know that.

Yes, and I must say

I've done quite well with it.

Perhaps even better than Jacqueline.

There's nothing you can think of?

Old letters?

Anything that might give me some hint

as to where I might find Jacqueline?

Leave your address.

If I find anything, I'll be in touch.

- I'm stopping at the Chatsworth.

- Thank you, my dear.

Why, Mary.

- Hello, Frances.

- How are you, honey?

- How's Miss Jacqueline?

- I don't know.

That's why I came to see Mrs. Redi.

I'm trying to find her.

You mean she's gone

and you don't know where she is?

Come here a minute.

I don't get this.

Miss Jacqueline's so crazy

about you.

She always talked about you,

and she had your picture in her office.

I know.

For the first time

I'm beginning to feel frightened.

I almost feel as if

I'd never known my sister.

Nothing's happened to her.

It's just I can't understand

her not keeping in touch with you.

- I can't understand it at all.

- Well, don't worry about it.

I saw Miss Jacqueline myself

about a week ago.

At a restaurant

the boyfriend took me to.

A little Italian place down in the Village

called the Dante.

- The Dante?

- Yes, it's on Perry Street.

Why don't you ask the people who own

the place? They'll remember Jacqueline.

Anybody who ever sees her

never forgets her.

I'll try there.

I'm sorry to bother you.

- I want to ask you about my sister.

- Yes?

I thought you might know her.

She was seen here about a week ago.

Her name is Jacqueline Gibson.

I don't know no Gibson.

This is a restaurant.

- Many people come here.

- She's very beautiful.

I wish I could tell you

what she looks like.

I'm sure you'd remember her.

She's tall, with dark hair.

Once you'd seen my sister,

you'd never forget her.

- Maybe.

- Let me look at you.

- You could be her sister.

- Yes.

Yes, if she made that much impression

on you, I'm sure it was Jacqueline.

She hasn't been here for a long time.

- But she was here?

- Oh, yes, yes.

One day a beautiful car comes here.

This beautiful woman in furs gets out.

There is a handsome man with her,

and the chauffeur.

The lady rents

one of our upstairs rooms...

...and the chauffeur changes

the lock on the doors.

Then the lady does not come back.

Not to live anyhow.

She came back three or four times.

But always alone. Just to eat.

You mean she just came here,

rented the room...

...locked it and left?

- Yes, and pays the rent every month.

Could you let me see that room?

If it is hers...

...there might be something there

to help me find my sister.

No, the rent is paid.

The lady asked us to promise.

- I won't open the door.

- Please.

It's important.

What did he say?

He said he always wanted to see

the inside of this room anyway.

I tell you, when a thing

like this comes up...

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