Three Secrets Page #4

Shall we see a movie when I get rid

of the legal eagles?

Perhaps tomorrow, Betty.

Right, I'll call you.

Bye.

Come on.

Susan.

You sit down, darling. I'll see about dinner.

Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt this program

to bring you another on the spot report

from Thunder Mountain.

This is Bill Welsh.

In the glare of the emergency lights...

men are working feverishly to prepare

for the ascent which will start at dawn.

This reporter hasn't seen such team work

since the war, five years ago.

Five years ago, five years ago,

five years ago...

Joe gave me your message.

What happened, what's wrong?

We got our Christmas presents early.

We're shipping out.

Oh, Paul.

They wouldn't let me call.

And I couldn't leave without saying

good-bye to you.

Paul, darling,

I love you so.

Don't say that.

Supposing I don't come back to you.

You will, nothing's going to happen.

That isn't what I mean.

Susan, I had to see you because I...

Because I had to talk to you.

I haven't much time.

But... is it something more

than shipping out?

Susan...

This...

hasn't just been another short leave.

You've got to believe that.

If you weren't so wonderful I'd have

just gotten on that ship and gone.

Paul, what are you trying to say?

There's someone else.

Someone else?

Back home.

Before I met you.

I can't forget her, I tried to,

but I can't.

You really love her?

We went to school together,

we've known each other since we were kids.

Susan, I can't even explain it to myself.

All I can ask is please forgive me.

Say something.

Say good-bye to me.

Tell me you hope I get killed,

but don't just stand there looking at me.

Hold it!

What are you doing here?

You're in shipment?

Yes, sir.

All right, get his name.

Forget it.

We're gonna give you a break.

Get back to your barracks and stay there.

Thank you, sir.

Don't thank me, thank Christmas.

And her.

You better go on home, Miss.

Your feet are wet.

You're liable to catch cold.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Operator... operator!

What'll I do?

What'll I do now?

You've got a whole life ahead of you,

darling.

A rich, full life.

You've got to go on living.

I'm so ashamed.

When I went to the doctor...

I pretended I was married.

He knew I wasn't.

Why didn't you let me die?

No, Susan.

You made one mistake, a bad one.

I won't let you make another.

I've thought it all out.

We'll go away until it's all over.

And then we'll come back.

Alone.

No one need ever know.

Trust me, darling.

I want to forgive you.

I hope God will, too.

In the last few months I've begun to feel

as though the bookstore were really my own.

All your usual customers come in and ask

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