Yeux sans visage, Les (House of Dr. Rasanoff) Page #4

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Of course, but he insists

the body was his daughter

I know, I was there.

What can I tell you?

A joke in bad taste, perhaps

I deal in facts,

and these statements by witnesses...

...are nothing but "seems", "possibly",

and vague details

A red taxi picking a girl up...

A pretty woman with a pearl choker

like a dog-collar...

...going off with another one

A pearl choker like a dog-collar?

That rings a bell with you?

Yes, it reminds me of someone

I thought that was all over

I hoped so, Mademoiselle Paulette

Mrodon, but the high-ups think...

...I was too lenient

So I suppose I'm for it.

Must I go to jail?

A court case first

If I know my parents,

they'll never get over it

I've been thinking... there may be a way

to get round all this

Of course, it would involve

munch discretion, and some intelligence

I can be very discreet.

As to intelligence...

...if it's not too complicated...

Don't worry, it's just a little service

you can perform for us

- What must I do?

- Bleach your hair, for a start

- You're joking

- Jokes aren't in our line

- You have to be much blonder

- It won't suit me

Never mind. Next you'll see a doctor,

who'll send you to a clinic

- But I'm not ill

- You'll say you are

Brief her on the details

At the clinic, you'll complain

of headaches... I'll write this down

I'll give you a note

to take to Doctor Gleize

He'll give you one for Doctor Gnessier

What? Wait, I'll note that

She could come in tomorrow morning

Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her.

It's only to check out a possibility

If anything happens, I'll alert you

You're doing well

Thank you, Doctor

She was admitted this morning

- Referred by?

- Doctor Gleize

Severe pain?

Yes... sometimes

Do an opthalmoscopic

and an electroencephalogram today

Doctor... are they going

to shave my head?

No... I hope not, anyway.

It would be a shame

Don't be afraid...

we're friends, aren't we?

Tell me how many fingers

I'm holding up

Three

And this time... how many?

Three

No... two

- What do you think, Doctor?

- I'm very hopeful

Can you make him better?

Certainly... just trust me

- What's your prognosis?

- What is yours?

We're in agreement

Close your eyes

Open your eyes

That's it, you can open your eyes

You'll feel a slight electric shock.

It won't hurt

Send me the trace

as soon as you've finished

No signs of anything wrong

with this Paulette Mrodon

Haemorrhage in Number 15, sir

See to that, Jacques

Here's the trace, sir

Nothing evident. Discharge her tonight,

that will free a bed

We may well have an emergency

Am I supposed to give you this form?

- May I make a call?

- To Paris? What number?

Mum? It's Paulette. Everything's fine,

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