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- Good evening senator. - Good evening Becket.

I will not be dictated to and when I want to ride beyond the estate, I shall do so.

I won't, won't.

If you don't mind waiting here for just a moment, I'll tell my brother you're here.

Thank you senator.

Miss Marshall, my brother will see you now.

Thank you and thanks for the lift from the station.

- Miss Marshall. - Good evening.

I believe my brother the senator is told you we're in mourning here.

- My nephew died recently. - Yes, I know.

So I presume your business must be very important.

- Won't you sit down? - Thank you.

I came here because I happened to read of his death.

As you read the funeral announcements must noticed

the services were limited only to family.

Isn't a man's widow a member of the family?

There is a widow miss Marshall?

My maiden name was Sandra Marshall, my married name is Mrs. James Caldwell Demarest.

I am your nephew's widow.

Perhaps I'd better postpone my condolences until I learn a few more of the facts.

This is my marriage license.

- Jim's papers include no copy of this. - Perhaps he had a hidden safe deposit box.

We'll check on it.

If I hadn't happen to see that notice, I would've known nothing of my husband's death.

He would've been safely buried and out of the way by the time I discovered it.

Safely buried? That's a strange expression miss Marshall.

My name is Mrs. Demarest, I should prefer to be called that.

Of course.

But I'm afraid I must insist upon a little more proof...

than this copy of a license, which I'm by no means sure is genuine.

May I ask the reason for this secret marriage?

I'm not sure it was secret to you.

Oh, come now Mrs. Demarest.

If I'm to believe you, you must believe me.

- But he must've told you. - Why do you say that?

Because he wanted his inheritance, he had to be married in order to get it.

What would've been the use of the marriage otherwise?

- I don't follow you. - The will.

What will?

The will you encouraged Jim's mother to draw up.

Surely you remember what was the cause of that.

I suppose you refer to the one which keeps Jim and his sister's money in trust...

until they reach the age of 30.

- It always annoyed Jim. - You wonder.

You made yourself guardian of his fortune.

It must've been extremely difficult for a grown man to have to ask his uncle...

for money when he had the right to millions.

Difficult, but not insupportable.

Maybe that might be forgivable, but certainly not...

that fact that if he married the control immediately pass over to the wife.

No doubt you intended to choose that wife yourself.

Some nice placid girl who would do what you told her.

Jim was smarter than you thought, he married me.

- And I am not a placid girl. - No, you're not.

- Might I ask where he found you? - We knew one another at college.

I was working for my doctor's degree in geology.

- Your parents know this marriage? - No.

- No? - They're both dead.

- Were you in love with him? - No.

He came to me as a friend and I helped him.

Oh, you helped him.

And exactly what did you get out of helping him?

I needed money.

He gave me $2,000 to complete my studies. I was to divorce him after six months.

There were no other strings.

I see.

You were married five months.

Jim's death is quite convenient, wasn't it?

Two thousand dollars has now become 2 million.

Well, what do you intend to do?

I shall claim the rights left me in his will.

But he left no will.

I don't know where the original is but here is a copy.

No signatures, it's completely worthless.

I happen to know there is an original, completely attested.

If you don't find it, I shall be forced to claim my entire rights.

You know, if I were to bring this...

battle of wits down to direct insults, I'd say you were one of the most...

cold blooded, scheming women I've ever met in my life.

You've already said that.

For the moment will let it rest there.

For Jim's sake as well as the rest of the family I'd prefer no unpleasantness tonight.

I suppose you'll have to stay the night but I'd prefer you left in the morning.

- Would it be possible for me to see... - Your husband?

No, the casket is closed.

You will however, allow me to pay my last respects.

This way.

Charles...

Well Mark, before you say a word, I can't go through with it.

I'm going back to Washington at once.

You're not, you're in this as deeply as I am, deeper that...

No, I'm not.

Keep your voice down, will you? The girl is in there.

- Bit who is she anyway? Why she's here? - I'll tell you later.

My housekeeper Marta will show you to your room.

Thank you.

Now let's get this straight Mark, I'm leaving here tomorrow.

- How it look if you weren't at the funeral? - I should've never consented...

This way madam.

I'm sorry. I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

Uncle Mark, how dare you open my letters?

- Don't you... - Julie...

Allow me to introduce you to Sandra Demarest, you sister in law.

- My sister in law? - Yes, Jim's widow.

- I'm very glad to know you Julie. - I'm stunned...

But completely, absolutely stunned, you're not a bit Jim's type.

Oh, I don't mean you're not awfully attractive, because you are but...

Why stupendous, that's what it is, will Amy Daniels be mad.

Well, it serves her right. Sandra, tell me all about it. Please, please?

We will Julie, if you'll control yourself, it was a secret marriage.

Oh, how exciting Sandra.

I'm going to start calling Sandra right off.

Anyway, I'm awfully glad you're here. You'll stay for a long time, won't you?

- Mrs. Demarest is not prepared to stay. - Why not?

I have a suitcase checked at the station.

Well, in that case Becket can bring the suitcase up in the morning.

- Thank you. - Good, that's settled.

How about this letter Mark? May I ask what right you had to read it?

I didn't read it my dear, I wanted the address and wasn't on the envelope.

Look, if you think you're going to bust up this romance, you're very much mistaken.

I hardly think this is the proper time to discuss marriage proposals.

Oh, who said anything about proposals?

What you want me to do? Stick here in the Caldwell mausoleum for the rest of my life?

- We'll discuss it later Julie. - No, we won't.

Sit down.

Good night Julie.

- Yes? - May I come in?

Yes, of course Julie.

I'd have come before but Marta was hanging around, she's always spying on me.

And that wasn't very nice of me to talk about Amy Daniels.

But Jim was always mad about her until, well, I suppose after she let him down flat.

- Did she really turn him down? - Oh, she turned him down all right.

It was so strange, they were engaged. I know they both were crazy about each other.

She'd been here playing tennis the day before it happened.

They were spooning about something fierce. And then the very next day, it went poof.

- Don't you think that's strange? - Yes, I do.

Did Jim say anything about Mark to you?

- A few things, why? - I think Mark was the one who broke it off.

He's always managed to stop Jim from doing anything he wanted.

Why, Jim could've done so many good, fine things with his money.

- But I guess you know about the money. - Yes, I know.

But Mark didn't think so. He said Jim was a dreamer, an idealist.

So now he's using the money for his laboratory, his plans, his ideas.

Julie, those are dangerous accusations.

- That money is in trust. - That won't stop Mark.

I know him for what he is.

And he'll twist you around his finger like he does everybody else.

Believe me Julie, that won't happen.

You're imagining things, aren't you?

That's what Mark says.

He says I'm always imagining things.

You won't let on to him about what we've been saying...

no matter how he tries to pry it out of you?

- You know I won't. - I knew you were regular.

- My, this is attractive. - It's very old, came from Florence.

It belonged to my mother.

- It's late, I suppose you want to go to bed. - I'm tired.

Then I'm off, I don't want Marta to start snooping.

Julie...

- What did Jim die of? - Of pneumonia.

- Didn't Mark tell you? - No, he didn't.

He'd been in Canada. He came home late at night.

I heard his voice in the library, I'm sure I did.

The next morning Mark said he was ill.

And you never saw him again?

They put him in the laboratory, I never allow in there.

Oh, Sandra, please stay here, I'm so terribly lonely in this house.

Nobody to talk to, people looking at me all the time.

- Promise me you'll stay. - I'll stay as long as I can.

- Thank you, good night Sandra. - Good night Julie.

- I think I'm going to like having a sister. - Same here.

- We all go into the library. - I'm sorry, I must get back to Washington.

One moment Charles.

Davenport, you go in with the others, will you? I'll join you in a moment.

I've done what you expected of me Mark, I put in an appearance at the funeral.

Now, you can't ask for anything more.

- Question of Jim's will, you should be here. - No, I don't want anything to do with it.

- I hope you won't regret this. - I hope you won't Mark.

You realize this whole thing is been a great shock to us, so it...

will take a certain amount of time to...

Oh Mark, I've been explaining to Mrs. Demarest...

we're making every effort to locate Jim's deposit box.

- How long will it take? - Two weeks, I should say.

- Oh then Sandra can stay, I'm so glad. - Of course Mrs. Demarest can stay.

We want her entirely satisfied about everything.

By the way, I think you should keep this death certificate.

- May I look at it please? - Certainly.

I think you'll find it quite in order. Signed by the local doctor and undertaker.

- May I keep it? - Of course, you're Jim's widow.

Can't we skip all these gruesome details? It's going to be a nice day.

- Can't we go for a ride, Sandra and I? - Mrs. Demarest may not care to riding.

I'd like it, would be pleasant to get some sunshine.

- But I haven't any... - Don't worry about a riding habit.

I can find something for you, come on.

Mrs. Demarest...

I've no objection you going riding.

But I wish you wouldn't let Julie take you off the estate.

Don't you think you're holding too tight a leash on her?

No.

I saw her yesterday jumping fences, dashing across country.

You can't bottle up all that energy very long.

No? I must still insist.

But if she doesn't get around and meet people her own age...

- how will she learn discrimination? - Discrimination?

If Julie exercises as much discrimination as you did about men...

she might not find it resulted so profitably or would she?

I rather asked for that one, didn't I?

- Oh, that was wonderful. - Beautiful here in the woods.

Sandra, you going to think me an awful heel, I brought you riding under false pretenses.

- Julie, we haven't left the estate? - Oh no, I'm meeting Ronnie.

- Ronnie? - Yes, Ronnie Manning.

The man that wrote the letter Mark opened.

So far I was so thrilled when the sun came out I was afraid we wouldn't able to make it.

- Do you think you should? - Why not?

How do I know how much longer Mark will let me leave the house, let alone ride.

- Why do you say such things? - You'll find out.

There he is Sandra.

- Come and meet him. - No, you go ahead, I'll wait here.

- Where's Julie? - Well, she was right behind me.

I'll ride back and see what's happened to her.

She's meeting Manning, isn't she?

I was hoping you'd be more sensible about Julie.

But I'm afraid you're incurably romantic.

I'm no chaperone, don't ask me to be one again.

It's very important for Julie to be straightforward, things like this don't help.

You think the atmosphere this place is conducive to being straightforward?

Please accept my handling of Julie, I've asked you once, now I'm asking you again.

Sandra...

How long have you been here?

I wish you hadn't done this Julie, especially after promising me.

And I'm afraid Mr. Manning won't like what I have to tell him either.

How dare you spy on me, I won't stand it, I won't.

Now, if Mrs. Demarest will please excuse us, I'd like a word with you.

Get down please, get down.

- Where's miss Julie? - She'll be along, Mr. Mark is with her.

She rides so wild I get scared.

I watched you riding in, you sit a horse well Mrs. Demarest.

Thanks.

Tell me Roberts, do they use the rear wing of the house?

Oh yes ma'am, that's Mr. Caldwell's laboratory.

Thank you.

Julie?

Did you hear it Sandra? You did, didn't you?

- Julie, what is it? - You heard it, I didn't imagine it.

Julie quiet, you'll wake everybody.

I've heard it before, a week ago and Mark says I have nightmares.

- That isn't true, I do hear it. - Hear what?

Voices, people scuffling, a man crying out as if were in agony.

- You heard that tonight? - Yes, and it sounded like Jim's voice.

Jim's voice? Oh no Julie, it couldn't be.

It is, I tell you-

Which is the door into the other wing of the house?

Laboratory? Up there. But it's locked, it's always locked.

That's where it must've come from.

Get into bed, pretend you're asleep.

Julie, we got to be careful.

I don't know what's going on here but I'm going to find out.

Sandra, please stay with me tonight.

No, you'll be all right but when I leave, lock the door.

In the morning, tell Mark what you heard.

No, I couldn't, if he finds I left my room they'll lock me in, they did once before.

Don't tell him you left the room. Remember, I wasn't with you, you understand?

- Remember Julie, I wasn't with you. - Yes.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Slept well, I hope. - Soundly, thank you.

Good.

- Good morning Mrs. Demarest. - Good morning Angela.

I'll just have fruit juice, toast and coffee.

I see my brother is having his troubles.

His political opponents are after him like a pack of wolves.

Really?

Yes, they'd like nothing better than to find some chink in his armor.

So far they haven't any luck.

Be a great thing for the Caldwell family...

if the senator landed such an important position.

Would make you world famous...

not that your scientific reputation not to be less of course.

- Hello everybody. - Good morning Julie.

Good morning, Julie.

- Slept well? - I did not.

You didn't? Why not?

- It happened again last night. - What happened?

Something woke me up, a sound of scuffling.

And it seemed to come from the laboratory, somebody cried out.

Oh rally Julie, these nightmares of yours.

You know perfectly well there's no one in that wing.

- Wasn't a nightmare, I heard it I tell you. - But you couldn't have.

- Didn't you hear it Sandra? - No, I'm afraid I didn't.

Julie sometimes forgets that she had dreams about my lab ever since she was a child.

Why?

Oh, I used to take her in there quite often when she was little.

Then she'd start sneaking in when I wasn't there.

And playing around with the apparatus. Of course, that was dangerous.

- So we had to put a lock on the place. - I wasn't asleep.

Don't you think if there had been some such noise, someone else would've heard it?

Becket for instance, his room is immediately...

- Becket, he'd say anything you asked him to. - That's unnecessary.

You're overly excited my dear. You have a tendency that way, haven't you?

- May I make a suggestion? - What?

Next time you hear some odd noise in the night...

just follow the memorable custom of your sex and stick your head under the bed clothes.

Excuse me.

- You see? He's lying. - Yes, he was.

What you going to do?

We may do anything to make him suspicious.

First of all, I want to see Jim's room. What is the schedule for the day here?

- Who is where at what time? - In the afternoon, Marta has her nap.

Becket keep an eye on me then but he has a lot to do.

You won't keep me in the dark about things, will you?

No, of course not Julie.

- Good morning Mrs. Demarest. - Good morning.

- Miss Julie. - Good morning.

Sandra, let's go out to the garden.

This is Jim's room.

Look Sandra.

These were all taken last summer.

The girl there with him is Amy Daniels.

That was about two years ago.

- Jim was awfully attractive, wasn't he? - Yes.

You know, there's something curious about this picture of Jim and Mark.

What you mean?

It's a friendly looking picture.

Not at all what I was led to believe about the way Jim and Mark got along.

Mark used to be sweet to us.

Perhaps was because we were younger, more under his influence.

It's only when we want to have our own way that he's mean.

That was my mother. She died when I was 4 years old.

- Haven't you any pictures of your father? - I can't even remember what he looked like.

He died in a hospital, they say it broke my mother's heart.

This money you're to inherit belonged to your mother, didn't it?

Yes.

She must've been very devoted to your uncle Mark.

I know why you say that, on account of the will.

Who's to know how devoted she was? I was only 3 when she and Mark drew it up.

Jim was away at school.

All I know is that father was taken to a hospital, died there.

From then on mother was never the same.

Julie, is this the way Jim always kept his room?

Yes.

- Nothing is been changed or taken away? - No.

It's exactly the way it was when he was alive.

I wonder why all his pipes are gone, Jim was always smoking.

Yes, he had lots of pipes.

Are these all his clothes?

Oh no, sport clothes are gone.

The things he wore for riding, for tennis.

Sandra, what did all this mean?

What are you thinking Sandra?

You think it really was Jim last night.

Then what are they doing to him? What's going on in the laboratory?

- Julie. - Sandra, tell me what's happening in there.

Something horrible, that's why Mark wouldn't let anybody in there.

- Julie... - They'll take me next.

That's why they won't let me off the estate, don't let they get me.

I've got to run away, I won't stay in this awful place.

I'll run away and they'll never find me, never, never, never.

Julie, they won't do anything to you. Now, please be sensible and calm down.

Mrs. Demarest, Mr. Caldwell would like to see you in the library.

Thank you, I'll be right down.

Come on Julie, I'll take you to your room.

- Sandra, I'm afraid. - I'm sorry I upset you.

Please lie down and get some rest, I'll go and see what your uncle Mark wants.

- You'll be all right? - In this room it isn't so bad.

When the door is closed and I know that no one is looking at me.

I don't like eyes looking at me. That's when I get frightened.

Then, I can't explain.

It's as if everything went dark, as if something were closing in on me...

a dark cloud and I want to run and run and run, but it keeps following me.

Then you mustn't run away. Turn and face it, that's what I always do.

But aren't you ever afraid?

Oh, everyone is afraid once in a while Julie dear.

For instance, a minute ago I was afraid when I thought Jim was alive.

I thought the way you did, that hey were doing something awful to him.

Do you see what happened? I made you afraid and that was stupid.

Fear is stupid.

- Get some rest. - I'll try.

- You wanted to see me? - Yes.

I know Julie likes you, I thought it'd be nice for her to have a companion,

But I thought I'd also made it clear she cannot be allowed to have her head.

I'm told that you were both in Jim's room and that Julie was greatly upset.

Yes, she was upset.

Can't you see that dwelling on Jim is the worst possible thing you could do to Julie?

I don't know what plans you have in that devious feminine mind of yours.

But if you're trying to enlist Julie's sympathy, don't do it.

- And if I ignore your advice? - I shall kick you out.

That wouldn't do any good, Julie is very fond of me.

I know, that's exactly why I've been so forbearing.

So long as you're in this house, I'd like her to keep her illusions about you.

She wouldn't have any if she knew why you're here.

If I'm to believe you're acting in Julie's best interests...

then you must believe I'm here because I have a right to be here.

Of course Mrs. Demarest, you're here because you're a member of the family.

An unhappy bride of five months, in my opinion you're wasting your time.

Oh, don't forget, Mr. Caldwell, I have a card up my sleeve.

A little matter of a will which your lawyer is attempting to find.

I can assure you that if Davenport...

does find the will, I for once, shall be vastly relieved.

You know, the Caldwells always been very proud of their women.

No doubt you've noticed their portraits around the walls.

All of them beautiful, some of them clever.

My grandfather for instance, married a dancer, she was the toast of Paris.

- Doesn't sound like a Caldwell. - Oh, he was a venturesome fellow.

Sailed around the horn as a lad, captain of a sailing ship.

Care for a drink?

Unfortunately, his romance with the dancer came to a bad end.

Really?

She died two months after they were married.

- What a pity. - He poisoned her.

Something wrong?

Quite an interesting liqueur, isn't it?

Made from a recipe belonging to our family and only used on special occasions.

- And you consider this a special occasion? - I certainly do, lovely color too, isn't it?

And a fascinating name, Lacrima Sangue.

You know Italian?

Enough to know that it means tears of blood.

Oh yes, I forgot of course. You're a college graduate, aren't you?

Well, to the will, bless its little heart.

- It's very good. - Thank you.

I'm glad to see you have an appreciation of good things.

In fact, I'm beginning to realize it more and more.

You're altogether a very charming person.

- Thank you. - Attractive.

I like women with steady eyes, firm chin.

- Oh, my teeth are also very good. - And of course, a sense of humor.

Well, what am I suppose to do? Turn this into a mutual admiration society?

Oh no, no, I think it's a little late for you to change your first impression of me.

You don't like me, do you?

Ah, silence is revealing.

- I'm the silent type. - Are you?

I wonder what type you really are.

Oh, surely your scientific mind is figured that out by now.

It would be interesting to know into which category I fall.

- Category? - Yes.

Don't you catalog all women and keep them neatly filed in a sort of mental card index?

No, in my human relations I'm quite open minded.

- You surprise me. - Then I am progressing.

Yes, I think it's time I got dressed for dinner.

By dinnertime, we'll be right back where we started.

You underestimate yourself.

Then I have made an impression, a good one, I hope.

No, don't answer, just let me use my imagination.

- Can I trust it? - Not to carry me too far?

I'd sooner not commit myself, I prefer to give it free rein.

I'd like to probe behind that sphinx like exterior of yours...

find out what goes on behind those eyes...

those very lovely eyes.

- Why did you do that? - The scientist in me came uppermost.

- The scientist? - Yes, purely research.

I wanted to confirm my first impression of you.

- And did you? - I did.

Mrs. Demarest, Mrs. Demarest.

Miss Julie would like to know if she could borrow your cold cream.

Certainly Angela.

- Miss Julie have a rest? - Yes ma'am, thank you.

No, no, don't. Please don't.

I'm just doing what I'm told miss Julie.

Miss Julie is asleep.

Oh Mrs. Demarest, I've been meaning to ask you.

Would you like some hot chocolate before bed?

Now that you've mentioned it, it sounds very nice.

Oh, I'm awfully sorry, you could have had it last night.

I'm new here, it takes a while to get used to things.

- You sure it's not too much trouble? - Oh no.

Miss Julie always has hot chocolate and...

and Mr. Caldwell has sandwiches and scotch in the laboratory.

Must be quite a problem to get anything to Mr. Caldwell way he is, sealed up in his lab.

Oh, Becket always fixes his tray for him, it goes up in the dumbwaiter.

Of course nobody else does it, Mr. Mark is so particular about the laboratory.

I guess he does need something working so late.

Well, sometimes he works as late as 2 o'clock.

- And sometimes all night, I wager. - Oh no ma'am.

You know, he has very regular habits, it's never later than 2.

He's sort of particular about that, he likes us to be regular too.

For instance, Becket always sends the tray up at 12.

Once it was 12:30 and Mr. Mark didn't like it.

I'll bring your hot chocolate in just a few minutes.

Thank you Angela.

You mustn't come here again unless I tell yo, understand?

Well, is everything all right at Three Hills?

Yes sir, but I, I wish you could come out there sometime.

- That's impossible, you know. - Mean on account of that girl?

- Who is she? - She claims to be Jim's wife.

- Jim's wife? - We're checking her story.

Oh, in the meantime...

- if she should find out anything? - Then that's my problem.

That prescription you wanted is in the filing cabinet.

I'll get it while you're here.

I'm getting kind of worried about the prescriptions Mr. Mark.

I don't like the idea of having it filled around here.

You know how the gossips are at the drugstore everybody knows everybody else business.

Then take it to Salem to have it filled, Good Heavens Laydell.

- Is you head, don't bother me with details. - You sure Doc Reynolds is all right?

Reynolds is a old and value family friend as well as been a doctor, I'll take care of him.

I'm not suggesting you're not doing your part Mr. Mark, don't get me wrong.

You can stop talking nonsense?

I don't remember sending that tray down.

Where is she?

- Don't look. - Julie, Julie...

Oh, no. No.

It was an accident, she was trying to run away...

- That's a lie. - It was an accident.

That's a lie, that's a lie.

This way, doctor.

I'll have to notify the coroner, that's the law in case of violent death.

If she was trying to run away, she wouldn't have taken this, it's mine.

Someone else packed it, someone who does what you tell her to do.

- Stop that Angela. - I'll never forgive myself, never.

Being asleep last night when it happened.

Maybe if I'd, I'd been awake, I might've heard something, stopped her some way.

Nobody could've done anything last night, happened too quickly.

Come, we finished in here.

Three Hills.

Have you any explanation for your remarkable behavior?

What is this insane desire to get into my lab?

I want to find Jim.

And what makes you think Jim is risen from the dead?

I don't think he is dead.

You really are a remarkable woman, you fling the most amazing accusations at me...

without proof of any kind.

Or do you think you have some proof?

- Maybe. - Don't try my patience too far.

What do you know or what do you think you know?

I don't know what you've done to Jim or where he is, but I do know what happened to Julie.

You may not have killed her with your own hands but you drove her to her death.

How dare you say that?

It was accident, she must've been trying to climb down the terrace and slipped.

I don't believe it.

I don't give a hoot in Hades what you believe.

I warned you about Julie, you ignored my advice.

Filling her head with stupid ideas about me. All done that I might've hurt you.

You made her afraid, so the poor kid tried to run away from the home where...

- she's been sheltered, loved. - If you loved her so much...

- why did you keep her a prisoner? - I thought it best for her.

- It was until you came. - She didn't think so.

The very first night I arrived, she came to my room...

she talked about you and you treatment of Jim, there's something else you should know.

Everything she said that morning at breakfast...

about hearing a man's voice scream was all true.

I know because I heard it too.

- She was with me, we heard it together. - She was with you?

- In my room, we knew you were lying. - I see.

And to what use do you intend putting this knowledge?

Well, what are you going to do? Answer me.

I think you'd better leave.

Wait.

You seem to prefer that way, here's something else you may need.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection...

unto eternal life through Our Lord Jesus Christ...

at whose coming in glorious majesty to judge the world...

the earth and the sea shall give up their dead.

And the corruptible bodies of those who sleep in him...

shall be changed and made like unto his own glorious body.

Oh Marta, you'll all be leaving on tonight's train.

Yes, sir.

I'll be driving so you take my things with you.

And you might just pack me an overnight bag, will you?

Yes, sir.

The last time of anything is sad.

But sometimes not knowing it is the last time is even worse.

I was thinking of that ride Julie and I took together.

If she had known, how she would've drained every last moment of its happiness.

They could've at least left this room alive until we left.

You may not believe it but...

this was once a very happy house.

When Jim and Julie were kids.

I remember one summer, 4th of July, I think it was...

we invited everybody from miles around come and celebrate and bring their kids.

Julie had a small pony then, she must been about...

five or six, I guess, and she was giving the other kids rides.

One little guy got bucked off into the fish pond.

She laughed so hard at the sight of that kid...

standing shivering there in his wet things, all the other kids started jumping in too,

Just to hear her laugh some more. That's the effect her laughter had on you.

You wanted to hear it again and again.

Oh, something I'd like to show you.

Most people don't appreciate fine old pieces like this.

I thought perhaps you might.

This was my father's wedding present to my mother...

And this was given my sister when Jim was born.

No jewel is quite like a pearl, are they?

Just like the ocean they come from, the same depth, the same coldness...

the same subtle cruelty just beneath the surface.

And this my brother and I gave her when Julie was born.

That was a great event for a us, a girl. The Caldwells generally run to boys.

These were all meant for Julie when she grow old enough to appreciate them.

- Would like you take what you want. - Why me?

You're Jim's widow.

You've changed your mind about me, haven't you?

I spoke to Davenport on the telephone this morning.

- Jim's safety deposit box has been found. - I see.

It was opened by court order, the will was in it completely attested.

It's a little late for apologies, things have gone too far for that.

I'm leaving for Washington...

you're more than welcome to stay in the Boston house as long as you want.

I can't understand why you want me around after what's happened.

When tragedy strikes a house...

the lives of everyone in it become tangled up, don't you think?

- What you going to do? - I haven't decided yet.

You know I...

I really am very sorry for having treated you the way I have.

Thank you.

And there's something else. Come with me, will you?

- Where we going? - To my lab.

You always wanted to get in there, didn't you?

- Well, I did, but now... - Oh, come now...

at least give me a chance to change your opinion of me.

Why do you bother?

I wouldn't like you'd leave this house thinking badly of me.

What makes you think showing me an empty room will change my opinion of you?

- It'll be a beginning. - Of what?

Somehow you and I seem to have built a wall between us.

I'd like to try to break it down.

You see Sandra, I find I like you very much.

- Very much indeed. - What is this? More scientific research?

- You don't forget very easily, do you? - No.

No, I don't forget.

This room I think you know.

You see?

A simple workroom.

No hidden secrets, no mysterious strangers.

- Who is Laidell? - Laidell?>

He's a sort of gamekeeper.

- Been with you a long time? - Quite long.

Like doctor Reynolds, an old and trusted friend as well as a servant?

- That's right. - Must be wonderful to command such loyalty.

It is.

How can you give it all up?

Go and live in an apartment in Washington, leave this house, this estate?

I couldn't work here anymore. There's too many unhappy memories.

- What you doing about the horses? - Horses? Selling them.

- Have they gone yet? - No, why?

- I should like to ride, do you mind? - Of course not.

Nothing to do until we leave tonight, I'll call down the stables.

Roberts, Mrs. Demarest is going riding.

Yes, let her have Colonel, will you?

Good afternoon Mrs. Demarest. Well, there he is all ready.

- Thanks Roberts, I shan't be long. - No, ma'am.

What you going to do now that the house is being closed?

I got a job at the Mannings' ma'am.

- Have you been here a long time? - About five years before the war.

- Oh, were you in the service? - Yes ma'am, Canadian air force.

Two years overseas.

Well, there he is, he needs some exercise.

A good horse he is, I'll miss him.

I don't want to ride off the estate, how far does it extend exactly?

Well, you go down the road as far as that other gate, the one they never use no more.

And back into the woods way back as far as them Three Hills.

- The three hills? - That's the game preserve.

It's a lonely sort of a place, nobody ever goes there no more.

- Is there a lodge there or anything? - Yes ma'am, never used no more.

If you're thinking into riding over that way,

I shouldn't with I were you, it's kind of overgrown.

Don't worry, I won't.

Have a good ride ma'am.

- Jim, Jim. - All right, I'm coming.

Jim, Jim.

I've been searching for you everywhere ever since I came to Willow Miles.

- Willow Miles? - Jim, don't you remember me?

It's so difficult to remember. Been difficult ever since the accident.

What accident?

I'll be all right, I'm going to stay here until I'm well.

The Laidells take care of me.

- What you mean take care of you? - They give me things to make me sleep.

They didn't I wouldn't be able to.

Jim, listen to me.

Don't you remember the things you told me about Mark...

trying to get your money away from you?

That's why we married, so you could stop him from getting it.

- Surely, you remember that. - Mark sent me here.

You told me you thought he was planning to murder you.

Sandra, I remember you.

Jim, last week there was a funeral, it was a mock funeral.

People think you're dead, Mark arranged that it...

- Why you lie to me Sandra? - It's the truth.

Why should Mark do a thing like that?

He has control of your money and Julie's too.

Julie is too young to give him his way, he won't hurt her..

Jim, Julie is dead.

- Julie... - She was driven to her death, Mark did it.

You say Mark did it?

Yes, yes, now he has all the money, just as you were afraid of.

- Yes, I was afraid of that. - He's closing up the house, going away.

For the rest of your live, no one must know that you're alive, don't you understand Jim?

- But you know Sandra. - Yes, I know.

And he can't close my mouth with money the way he did the undertaker and the doctor.

But he can close your mouth.

- He wouldn't dare. - He'll do anything.

- What was that? - Laydell.

- Jim, supper is ready. - Coming.

Now listen to me, you do what I say, go back to the house.

I'll have to wait till they think I'm asleep.

- But Jim... - Don't worry.

When they give me my sleeping pills, I'll fool them.

After they're asleep, I get out of here.

- Jim. - Take it easy Laidell, I'm coming.

Take this path here, leads around behind the shed where they keep the truck.

Keep it among the trees till you get to the gates.

Mrs. Laidell is on the town for some cash, she'll be coming back with the truck.

A while she's driving through the gate you'll have to slip through before she locks.

- You think you can do that? - Yes, but how you going to get out?

I'll meet you at the house.

Don't worry, they both sleep like logs.

Watch yourself.

Jim, Jim, what's going on?

You're like an old hen Laidell, here I am.

- How about some cards after dinner? - Why sure.

Sure Jim, anything you say.

- What happened? - I was thrown.

Oh, I thought it must've been...

when the horse came back without you, we've been searching for you for hours.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, it's all right.

It's lucky you weren't hurt, I kept a fire going in the library, come on in.

- You must've ridden quite a long way. - Yes.

How far?

Oh, I don't know, through the woods, I can't tell exactly.

Roberts, it's all right. Mrs. Demarest is back.

Yes. Well, I won't see you again so goodbye and thank you.

Well, it's too late for the train so you'll have to drive in with me.

I have Marta leave you a tray. Won't you want something to eat?

No thank you, I'm not hungry.

Well, I suppose the sooner we get going the better.

Would you mind very much if I stay here tonight?

I'll get a taxi to take me to the station in the morning.

The house is closed, there's no one here.

- I can manage. - Well, in that case I'll stay home too.

Oh no, I wouldn't want you to change your plans on my account.

That's all right, I prefer it. I take I don't like driving at night either.

I'll be all right really, won't you please...

You're not trying to drive me out of my own house, are you?

No, of course not.

Look Sandra...

You and I may never see each other again.

So there's something I should tell you.

I, I think I will have something to eat after all, I'll take it up to my room.

Why don't you just have it by the fire? I'll see you in the morning, good night.

Jim.

Jim, Jim...

- What do you think you're doing? - Let me go.

Not until you explain yourself, what made you think I was Jim?

- I didn't either. - You still think he's alive, don't you?

Yes I do.

I don't know who or what was in the coffin that the but I do know that Jim is alive.

I've seen him, I've spoken to him.

All right, you want the truth, you'll have it.

I tried to tell you inside, but you wouldn't listen.

You're not going to like it.

There was a very good reason for the will that made me trustee for Jim and Julie.

Their father died in a sanitarium, violently insane.

Their father was in...

Oh no?

- No. - There's proof in my safe.

I wonder if you...

If you have any idea what it is to live in he shadow of insanity.

The, the terror of it.

Well, if you had, you could understand a lot of things.

Ever since they were children, I had to take care of them, watch them...

for any sign of a terrible thing that I knew was in their blood.

I took them to the finest psychiatrists...

the finest doctors in the world...

they could do nothing, all they did was tell me to watch.

Watch them carefully.

I did my best.

If you are telling the truth, what really happened to Julie?

I can only give you an opinion.

No one was in the room with her, no one spoke to her.

I think Julie knew about herself.

I believe she committed suicide.

Then why did you try to make it look like an accident?

I had to because of, because of my brother.

If his enemies and he has plenty of them...

ever knew that a member of the Caldwell family had committed suicide...

that there was insanity in the family...

But you said the insanity is in the Demarest blood.

You think that would stopped them, they would've crucified him, I had to protect him.

Why do you keep Jim a prisoner in that place?

Jim killed a man.

- I don't believe it. - Don't you? You're going to listen anyway.

He was on a vacation in Canada...

must've been shortly after you were married, I imagine.

His car skidded, there was an accident.

He got into an argument with a gas station attendant, hit him with a wrench.

He died the next day.

I did everything I could, used every bit of influence...

my brother and I had to keep it out of the American papers.

The upshot of it was, the court committed him to my care.

Rigid confinement for the rest of his life.

Most of the time of course he's quite normal.

Then something happens that upsets him and he is berserk.

That's what you heard the other night.

I had to keep him in that wing until I have the compound ready.

Now perhaps you can imagine how I felt when...

when you suddenly appeared and claimed to be his wife.

I'd been warned under that no circumstances could either...

Jim or Julie ever marry, have children.

But it can't be true.

I've seen Jim, I've talked with him.

He's as normal as you or I, he...

Jim.

Was telling you a lot of lies about me and you believed him.

No, I didn't, but you shouldn't done this, you might've killed him.

What if I did? Would make any difference?

- Are you in love with him? - Oh no Jim, of course not, but I...

You are in love with him.

- Let me go. - No, you're going away with me.

But first I want to destroy those papers.

The papers?

Those that Mark was telling, I can open the safe.

I don't wanted to be any proof, proof of anything.

We'll get in a car and go away.

You do want to go away with me, don't you Sandra? Don't you?

Sandra.

Why are you afraid of me Sandra?

I've never hurt anybody.

You and Mark think you're going to put me away again, don't you?

But you're not, because you won't get the chance.

I don't want you to go back to that place...

don't you remember? I begged you to come with me.

You think I'm crazy, I'm not.

I was only trying to fight you, I won't hurt you Sandra.

I know Jim, I know.

- Jim. - Don't move. If you do, I'll...

I'm not going back in that pen for the rest of my life.

- You hate me. - No Jim, no.

Yes you do, so does Sandra.

I heard enough just now.

- I don't like people to hate me. - Nobody hates you Jim, let's talk about it.

Quietly.

This could only make trouble for all of us.

No, no, I'm going my own way.

I warn you, don't try to stop me.

- It's, it's better this way. - It was all my fault.

- No. No, you shouldn't blame yourself. - I was so stubborn.

- So suspicious. - So hard to convince.

Why not? I didn't trust you either.