The Thin Man Goes Home Page #5

There's nothing Nick wants more

than a pat on the back from his father.

- Lf he got that, he'd pop a button.

- Did he admit that?

No. You know Nicky.

We were married three years

before he told me he loved me.

Well, if you're looking for crime

in Sycamore Springs...

...you'll have to commit it yourself.

- I wonder.

Nicky always says that there's a skeleton

in nearly every closet.

If you rattle it hard enough,

something always happens.

But would Nick like it if you went

around rattling people's skeletons?

Oh, he'd be furious.

But if some crime did break,

it would be a wonderful chance for him...

...to show his father

what a great detective he is.

Studying hard, junior?

Oh, hi.

Guess I must have dropped off.

- Would you like to lie here?

- No, no, stay where you are.

I don't want to disturb you while

you're working on your lessons.

I'll pull up one of these chairs.

- Can't I help you?

- No. You've made enough effort.

I was just thinking about a little gal

by the name of Alice Brody.

We used to come out here on

hot summer nights and play on her banjo.

The boys used to write their names on it.

She married a brewer from Milwaukee.

What did he play, the bull fiddle?

No, she was very fond of beer.

- You sure I can't help you with that?

- No.

No, you might get all sweaty and die.

Well, hello there.

Nick, you old son of a gun.

Why didn't you let me know

you were in town?

- Oh, hello, Bruce.

- Hello, Nick.

Well, looks like the old days.

Yeah. Darling, meet an old schoolmate.

Bruce Clayworth. Mrs. Charles.

- How do you do?

- How do you do, Mrs. Char...?

Well, I'm certainly glad to meet you.

- Now I know the secret of Nick's success.

- Yes. If it weren't for her money...

...I probably would've had to go

to work like you, Bruce.

What do you do, Mr. Clayworth?

I'm a small-town doctor.

Always will be, I guess.

Nick had the right idea. "Get where

the money is, and it'll come to you."

- That's what he said.

- Did I say that?

Well, he was always the smart

one anyway, Mrs. Charles.

What are you doing now?

You here on a case?

No. No. We're just visiting the folks.

Now, let's see something of you

while you're in town.

- I've gotta run. I'm gonna have a baby.

- Drink milk.

Oh, not me. Down at the hosp...

He was always a clown, Mrs. Charles.

He used to put us in stitches.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

How would you like to put me in

stitches, papa?

Well, if it isn't little Nicholas Charles.

Old home week.

It's Mrs. Peavy, isn't it?

- Well, hello.

- You've grown.

Yes, in all directions.

You remember my nephew,

Willoughby?

- Oh, yes, of course. How are you?

- How do you do?

He seems to have grown too.

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