The Vault of Horror Page #2

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No tomatoes. No tomato puree.

No spaghetti sauce.

- Nothing!

- I must have forgotten.

But there's no excuse to forget!

Come over here!

Come on.

My dear,

inside the doors of these cupboards is a

list of all the items in the cupboard.

Against each item

are three marks.

Every time you use one of the

items, you erase one of the marks.

This is the eraser right here, so

you can never have an empty space.

But... two marks, tomato puree.

No tomato puree.

Three marks, spaghetti sauce!

No spaghetti sauce!

You haven't even bothered!

Eleanor?

Eleanor?

Eleanor?

Good morning, darling.

- Did you do all this?

- Last night.

How splendid.

How absolutely splendid!

All correct!

Darling.

What a smashing breakfast.

Absolutely marvellous.

I could do with this.

I've a very hard day

ahead of me.

True, I'll be

back at 6:
00 as usual.

He'll be back at 6:00.

Eleanor!

I wanted to hang a picture.

I came down for the nail.

You've messed up my whole house.

Can't you do anything neatly?

Can't you?

Can't you do anything neatly? Can't

you do anything neatly? Can't you?

Can't you do anything neatly?

Can't you do anything neatly?

There, Arthur.

You said I couldn't be neat.

But I was.

I tidied up everything

after I finished.

All neat and tidy.

Everything in its place

and a place for everything.

And are you neat and tidy?

Not more than anybody else.

- And yet...

- Yet what?

It's all so real.

I know the feeling.

I've had it often with...

What?

I'll tell you.

I have before me

a magic basket...

...blessed by the gods

of the temple.

I open it.

Akbar!

I give you my blessing!

May the gods protect you

from all danger.

Pray for the soul

of the one within.

The gods be praised

for this mystic miracle.

And now...

...for demonstration of supernatural

power of human body...

...to withstand pain

through the power of mind.

- It is a trick.

- No pain.

Mystic power of yoga.

Excuse me, please. Excuse me.

The real one is in his sleeve.

No gods. No supernatural powers.

No yoga.

Just tricks.

Huh?

As a fellow magician,

I can assure you of that.

Oh, it's hot in here.

And that doesn't

seem to do any good.

Darling, why don't we

just pack up and go home?

Ah, we wanted to see

the land of ancient mystery.

Well, we've seen it.

There isn't a mystery in sight.

There isn't even

a new trick for our act.

Let's give it

another day or two.

How much?

How much do you want for the trick?

Name your price.

There is no trick.

The magic is in the rope.

Okay, then, sell me the rope.

I cannot.

It was my mother's, and her

mother's, and her mother's.

I'll give you...

40,000 rupees.

It is not for sale,

not at any price.

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