The Undying Monster Page #4

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all phenomena have a material basis.

I've never yet met a case of ghostly

interference that wouldn't stand investigation.

That's why you're the man for the job.

- Miss Hammond is waiting in your office, sir.

- Coming.

Here, read the report of

the case and then come up.

- I want you and Christy to look the Hammond girl over.

- Right.

And that's all there

was to it, Inspector.

Yes. Yes, of course. You must forgive

me for asking you up to London.

Naturally. But there's nothing more

I can add that you don't already know.

You're sure there's nothing

else you want to tell me?

Ah, may I present Mr. Robert Curtis...

chief of our laboratory staff...

and his assistant, Miss

Cornelia Christopher.

- This is Miss Hammond.

- How do you do?

You don't look like the sort of girl

who'd be mixed up in any trouble like this.

He said precisely the same thing to

Miss Coulter, the Sashway murderess...

- before he sent her to the gallows.

- Christy.

I'm sorry, my dear. I

didn't mean to shock you.

That's just my clumsy way of assuring

you that we'll find the murderer.

- But there's been no murder.

- No murder? Then what am I doing here?

My dear Miss Christopher.

The Hammond case has been

in our files for a long time.

I knew your grandfather well. He

was a brave and gallant soldier.

- I hardly remember him. I was only a

child when he- - Yes. Yes. I know, my dear.

It's always been hard for me to believe

that such a fine man could kill himself.

Unless he had a very good reason.

Miss Hammond, Scotland Yard has no desire

to pry into people's private lives...

but we'd hope that you'd tell

us about the-well, the monster.

A monster? Now we're

getting somewhere.

- There's no such thing.

- But there is a legend.

Yes.

To the effect that centuries ago one of

your ancestors sold his soul to the devil...

and still lives in a secret room in

Hammond Hall issuing forth at intervals...

to make the sacrifice of a human

life in order to prolong his own.

I didn't think you knew the story.

I'm sorry, Miss Hammond,

to have to bring a matter...

which I know must be painful

to you out into the open-

But we've done nothing to merit having our

name dragged through a newspaper scandal.

We'll keep the investigation

strictly undercover.

Then there is to be an investigation.

I'm afraid there's nothing we

can do about it. That's official.

Very well then, I'll

help you all I can.

Oh, that's odd. We were thinking

we were going to help you.

Thank you, but I'm sure I can take care

of myself. When should we expect you?

Oh, but we're moving in with you.

And I warn you, I've got

an appetite like a horse.

What a divinely gloomy old house.

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