The Unsuspected Page #3

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on their graves.

Oh, I'm sorry, Victor. I

thought it might help you forget.

Well, will you do

something for me?

Take that pianist out

and have him shot.

All right.

Happy birthday!

Now, what's this?

Sweets, to coin a phrase, for the sweet.

My dear, it's a monstrosity.

Why, it's just

a plain birthday cake-

Not even a hidden sword.

Come on, Make a wish.

Yeah, Make a wish!

Thinking of stealing it?

Why not something

more practical?

I, uh, I was curious

about the chandelier.

You're not the first to be

curious about that chandelier.

It was Mr. Grandison's secretary

who was found hanging from it.

And then the police evinced great

interest when they cut her down.

I read the papers.

It must have been a shock

to Mr. Grandison.

More, I imagine,

to the young woman.

But then, of course, no

smart girl would be found.

Hanging around a

Bachelor's private study.

I can get along without

any humorous remarks.

Will you please get out?

I beg your pardon?

I said, please get out.

Surely.

Hope to see you

before your next birthday.

No more birthdays.

Grand party, Victor.

Had a wonderful time.

I had a good time

myself, thank you.

Oh, Jane, won't you

stay the night?

I want to begin work

early in the morning.

Good night, Victor.

Sleep in the country

with the frogs chirping

or whatever they do?

No, thanks, darling. I'm

going back to civilization.

Goodbye. Good luck. Good night.

Give my love to that

small daughter of yours.

Ok. Thank you.

The nicest thing about

guests is their departure.

Arrivederci!

Oh, listen, you're not going.

What about the data

on that Woodward case?

I have it here,

but aren't you tired?

Tired? After a social evening,

Nothing cheers me up as

much as a nice, gory murder.

Come on, let's see

what you got.

Right in there.

I'm perfectly all right.

Perfectly All right. Yes, sir.

Put him to bed. To bed. Yes, madam.

Be gentle with me, Kent.

When I'm in this condition,

I tip over very easily.

Very easily. Yes, sir.

Hmm. Let's go inside. Coming.

Let me see... This was a

hatchet murder, wasn't it?

That's right.

Tiny little thing, Isn't she?

Well, there's only

half of her there.

Yeah. Who's this?

That's the murderer.

This good-looking young boy?

Criminals don't run true to

type, Victor. You know that.

The most dangerous of all

is some charming young killer.

That no one will ever suspect-

"Pretty Boy" Floyd,

for instance. Uh-huh.

Victor.

Victor, there's something

I think you ought to know.

Oh, I know. I saw Oliver.

I can only suggest that you keep

him away from any open flame.

It isn't Oliver.

Have you noticed

a young man around here

with very bad manners?

I think you'll find him

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