The Undying Monster Page #5

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Just the sort of place a

reliable ghost would haunt.

It's one of the oldest

inhabited houses in England.

We're coming to the

shortcut. Shall we stop?

Right. I'd like to have

a preliminary look around.

- Whoa.

- Want to come along, Christy?

No, if you don't mind. It's much too

early in the day to tax my poor brain.

- Be a dear and run me up to the hall, will you?

- Delighted.

Do you think it's wise, Helga, to go

down there? After last night, I mean.

Oh, don't worry. When Bobby

gets on the trail of a ghost...

its haunting days

are practically over.

Toodle-oo. See you at

lunch if not before.

Golly, I'm famished.

I do hope that bloodthirsty

spook hasn't raided the pantry.

Oliver!

Hello, Helga. I say, old girl, don't

look so startled. I'm all right.

I woke before the scheduled time

and even Jeff had to admit...

there was no necessity

for my staying in bed.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is my brother

Oliver. Mr. Curtis from Scotland Yard.

Glad to see you, Mr. Curtis. Oh, it's

a bit late to do anything for poor Kate.

- She's- - No, she's

alive but still in a coma.

Even if we find the answer to this,

it won't help her much, I'm afraid.

- I see the local police are already on the job.

- Yes. They just got here.

Not even the constable would venture

out in these parts until broad daylight.

I tell you it was those Clagpools.

No, no, Warren. We can't

jump to conclusions.

We haven't found any tracks,

neither of them nor their dogs.

Constable, this is Mr. Curtis.

Oh, Mr. Curtis. I've been expecting

you, sir. Well, I got your wire, sir.

- And nothing's been disturbed.

- Interesting case you have here, Constable.

I wouldn't exactly say that

"interesting" is the word, sir.

What about those poachers, Constable?

It could have been them, of course.

We're dealing with something more

serious than a couple of poachers.

- Have you examined the spaniel?

- We have that, sir.

No teeth marks or other clues as to

nature of what attacked him, I suppose?

- No, sir.

- Strange he didn't warn you of the approach of your assailant.

I know it sounds fantastic, but is

there a possibility he didn't see it?

Even a supernatural being would

have to take on material form...

in order to inflict

such serious injuries.

I think perhaps we can find an explanation

for all this without calling in spooks.

- Could you tear a dog that size to pieces, Constable?

- Well, perhaps not.

- Two men could between them.

- Or perhaps a large animal.

I might say yes, but nothing that

size has passed through here lately.

Now anything big enough to do a thing

like this would have to leave tracks.

Not necessarily. How

about a big monkey?

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