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"I am Paul Cartwright."

"My father was judge Albert Cartwright."

"Once Lieutenant Governor of the State."

"He was killed two years ago in a mysterious accident."

"We were not only father and son, but .."

"But friends."

"The shock of his violent death still haunts my mind."

"My nights are troubled by strange dreams."

"Albert."

"Albert, you've come back to me."

"I'm happy again."

"Mother, no!"

"This man isn't father."

"I thought my happiness was gone for ever but you've come back to me."

"Mother, listen to me, mother."

"Don't waste your breath, Paul. She can't hear you."

"I am your father now."

"You're not!"

"You're not my father."

"Dorothy .. Dorothy."

"What is it, Paul?"

"Dorothy, speak to mother. Tell her he isn't father. Tell her."

"Of course he is."

"Look at the lovely bracelet he gave me."

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"It has a lion's head."

"Dear father."

"Thank you."

"Thank you so much."

"A train."

"Stop the train!"

"Just what I've been waiting for."

"My father."

"The train."

"You!"

"Mother."

"Mother."

Mother! ─ Paul.

Paul, wake up.

It's you, Doc.

The way you were yelling, I thought a wildcat had broken in.

What's the trouble? Nightmare?

Yeah.

What a nightmare.

Well, you get up and dress. I'll go out and get breakfast started.

Fall to, Paul. Here is your breakfast.

Doc.

Do you remember what you said once in psychology class?

About the phenomena of dreams foreshadowing future events.

Yes.

But to healthy minded people, a dream is just a dream.

Come on, Paul. There is nothing like an early start for good fishing.

Doc .. I'd like to go home today.

Home?

Why Paul, what's the matter? ─ I'm worried about mother.

Now look. You're not going to let a dream spoil our outing, are you.

Why do you suppose mother didn't want me home for the holiday?

Oh, she probably had some reason.

Now get on with your breakfast.

I'd like to tell you about this nightmare I had, Doc.

Well alright. If it will make you feel better.

Let's finish our eggs, then I'll get the tackle. You can tell me on the way down.

Huh?

He said: "you have hallucinations. Come with me. I'll take care of you".

And he held on to my arm.

That was when you woke me up.

Quite an extraordinary dream, but easily explained.

At the inquest after your father's death.

You'll remember the engineer on the train testified ..

He caught a glimpse of the Acme Trucking Company sign, as the truck pulled away.

Although nothing has been seen of it since.

It still remains the only clue to the unsolved mystery.

Naturally, it will be impressed upon your mind.

Well yes, but ..

And the Schumann concerto ..

Was your father's favorite composition, if I recall correctly.

But it all seemed so real, and I remember every detail.

The bracelet, abandoned farm buildings, and the things this man said like ..

"It's just what I've been waiting for."

And the terrible danger to mother and Dorothy.

Forget it, Paul. You've been working too hard at school.

This is a perfect way to relax.

Hey, they're jumping like crickets. Come on.

Hi there!

Hiya, Mack.

What are you doing down here? You spying on us, you old fox?

Sure, that's my racket.

You'd better hand your license in.

How are they biting? ─ Great.

A letter for you, Paul.

Okay.

It's from the Waynefield Trust.

They sent it up from the school. It may be important so I brung it up to you.

Thanks, Mack.

No trouble. If there's an answer I'll mail it for you over from the village.

There is no answer. It's a letter from my father.

Ha?

Say, you're not pulling my leg are you, Paul?

No, Mack. Dad left a series of letters with the office of his estate.

I get one every few months.

Well, I'll be doggone.

Leave it to the judge to think of something like that.

Uncanny smart, that man was.

Well. You want to read that sort-of private.

Good fishing, huh?

Fine, Mack.

How long you figuring on staying up here?

Oh, Doc.

Yes, Paul?

Would you mind coming over a minute, please?

So long, boys.

Goodbye, Mack.

What is it, Paul?

I've received one of Dad's letters. I'd like to read part of it to you.

Go ahead.

"It will be your responsibility as the man of the family."

"To protect your mother and Dorothy by being vigilant of their associates."

"I have always guarded your mother who is so much younger than I."

"For in my experience .."

"I've had ample opportunity to observe the cunning of unscrupulous imposters."

Fits right in with your dream, doesn't it.

A curious coincidence.

I hate to ruin your trip, Doc. But I'd really like to go home.

Alright, Paul.

It wouldn't do you any good anyhow, with this worry on your mind.

If everything is alright, we can come back.

Meantime, I can have a nice little visit with my sister. Let's get our stuff.

Thanks a lot, Doc. ─ You're welcome, Paul.

You can reach me at my sister's. ─ Okay. So long, Doc.

Hello, Ben. ─ Mr Paul.

Well, this is a surprise.

I got kinda homesick. How is everything, Ben?

Well, everything is about the same, so far.

Where is my mother?

Mrs Virginia?

She went over to the club to have lunch with Mr Curtis.

Curtis?

Who's he?

Why, he's been coming round here every day for the past month.

You mean he's been coming around to see mother?

He sure ain't been coming to see me, no sir.

What's he like, Ben?

Well, he's a fine looking man.

Nice talking, too.

But it ain't exactly my place to venture an opinion. No sir.

You don't like him.

Well, you see how it is.

Being with the judge so many years.

I got know just what folks he like and don't like.

And I kinda suspect.

This Mr Curtis wouldn't be on the list. No, sir.

I see.

But don't you take no pre-congested ideas from me, Mr Paul.

It ain't constitutional. Like the judge used to say.

To exert undue influence on the matter. No sir.

That's right, Ben.

I'd better take your bag upstairs.

Should I run you a bath, sir?

Never mind, I'll just take a shower.

Yes, sir.

Thanks, Ben.

Hello, George?

Yeah?

Well for a guy's sakes.

Well, where are you?

Well, why didn't you let me know?

Come on over. I want to talk to you.

It's confidential.

Okay.

Mr Paul is home. ─ Paul?

What brought him home?

Well, he said he got homesick.

He's up in his room.

Paul, darling.

Hello, Princess.

Didn't you like the fishing?

It was alright but ..

I wanted to come home.

I had so many engagements, dear.

Of course, if I'd realised .. ─ Come clean, Mrs Cartwright.

Who is the Romeo?

Benjamin told you?

Well .. his name is Brett Curtis.

And he is most charming.

You know, I haven't even been slightly interested in a man since father died.

But I must admit I like this one.

You'll meet him tonight at dinner. And I want you to like him, too.

Are you sure he's alright?

Of course he is.

Everyone finds him fascinating.

He is amusing and interesting.

He has been everywhere. And he's most attractive.

You know in some ways he reminds me of your father, except he's younger.

Oh, don't look so worried.

Well, you're my responsibility now, you know.

Paul.

You know how lonely I've been.

Yes, I understand that.

Darling.

I've got to change.

I hope you have a decent suit to wear.

I've been bragging about how handsome you are.

I'll probably slide down the bannister in my pyjamas.

If you dare.

Excuse me, Mrs Cartwright. ─ Hello George, how is Lydia?

Poorly, ma'am. Poorly.

But she'll be alright when she finds out Paul is home.

Hiya Paul, you old guy. Gosh I'm glad to see you.

What's all this "confidential" business?

How about this guy my mother's got in tow?

Oh, him.

Well, what gives? Does he rate?

By me? Strictly poison.

Dorothy and I are washed up on account of that guy.

"Oh George" says she. "You're so crude and callow."

"Why can't you be more like Brett? Smooth and sophisticated."

Women. They get on my nerves.

Sounds like a purely personal reaction, George.

I'm after facts. Is he solid?

Well, all I know is what I hear at keyholes.

Mum and Dad say he's a cosmopolitan.

But for my dough, he's a first class .. ─ Paul.

Hello, Sis. ─ Hiya, small fry.

Hello.

Well, what happened to the fishing trip, Paul?

Cancelled on account of family affection.

What's with this Curtis I've been hearing about?

If you've been listening to George, you can just ignore it.

Brett is positively out of this world.

The Princess is mad about him.

Yeah, and so am I.

At least he has manners.

That's more than I can say for some people.

Of course, it must be quite a shock to realize one simply doesn't measure up.

To civilised standards.

See what I mean?

You know how we used to get along. Now where am I?

Take it easy, George. It may blow over.

Nah, she'll never be the same.

And I'm too old to change.

There he is now.

Brett, how are you?

For me?

Oh, you are too divine, Brett. Really.

He brings her flowers, the big droop.

You simply turn my head.

Turn her head? I'd like to ring her neck.

She thinks he's a great wit.

But nothing I say is funny anymore.

How about staying to dinner, George?

I don't feel like facing this alone.

Okay.

I'll call up home. You'll have to lend me a tie.

Oh sure.

Do I look alright?

I should have gone home and changed. ─ You'll do.

How nice you both look.

Paul.

This is Brett.

How do you do. ─ I'm glad to know you, Paul.

Of course you know George Hanover?

Hello, George.

I've been hearing quite a lot about you.

Well mother and Dorothy have been giving you quite a build-up, too.

Ha, ha. Well I hope you won't hold it against me.

I feel as if I've met you somewhere before.

That's because Brett looks like father.

Oh, I don't think so.

Except maybe his nose a little.

Thanks, Paul. I'd rather not look like anybody but myself.

Paul is a great deal like his father.

I understand you have his talent, too.

Maybe a speck of it.

I've been reading one of his books on criminology.

My friend, Professor Muhlbach, the psychiatrist, recommended it to me.

The Professor thinks your father had a brilliant mind.

Well, father's best book was never completed.

I hope I'll be able to finish it for him someday.

I knew you two would like each other.

Dinner is served, ma'am.

Dorothy?

Paul, I have everything you want.

You don't mean to tell me you like him?

I didn't say I liked him. I just said I could see why mother likes him.

Yeah, but does Dorothy have to drool over him like a goon?

Oh Dorothy is nothing but a child.

Child, nothing.

She's a first class flirt.

The way she hangs on that guy's words.

Honest Paul, it sickens me.

Pure jealousy.

Me .. jealous?

Pah.

Gosh, that's right.

Maybe I am.

Paul, look.

It was in the box with the corsage Brett gave me.

Isn't it beautiful?

It's a lion's head from India.

Brett has such divine taste.

Well, don't you like it?

Nice girls aren't supposed to take jewellery from strange men.

He's not a strange man.

[ Piano music ]

Paul.

What's wrong?

You're as white as a sheet.

I feel ..

Kind of ..

Paul.

Paul.

Gosh .. he's fainted. ─ I'll get mother.

Mother!

Oh, Mark.

What's the matter, Virginia? What happened?

I don't know. Dorothy said he simply keeled over.

When he came to, he babbled something about a dream and wanting to see you.

He seemed alright at dinner time.

Let me see him.

Feel better?

Say, you know I had an uncle once who used to get fits.

They had to put a spoon in his mouth.

Hello, Doc.

Well young man, what's this all about?

Darling, what is wrong?

Nothing, mother.

If you don't mind though, I'd like to talk to Dr Benson Vincent alone.

Well, I guess I'll barge along home then.

I hope you'll feel better, chum. ─ I'll be okay.

See you tomorrow. ─ Right.

You look feverish.

Oh I .. just had ..

A kind of a mental shock.

Remember the dream I told you about this morning, Doc?

Yes.

The part about Dorothy and the bracelet?

Yes. ─ Well.

There is a man mother is seriously interested in and ..

Who is this man, Paul?

Brett Curtis. And he did give Dorothy a bracelet.

And it was in a corsage and ..

It was the music, the same music. The Schumann concerto.

This may sound kinda crazy Doc, but ..

That dream is beginning to happen.

Now wait a minute, Paul. Nothing has actually happened.

The only similarity to the dream is the bracelet.

And that could be a coincidence.

Dorothy is very fond of trinkets. Anyone who knew that might buy her a bracelet.

As for the music? It's ..

Probably sitting on the piano.

I wouldn't worry too much about it, son.

Have you told your mother about this dream?

No.

Mother thinks I've got too much imagination.

Besides, she's gone overboard for this Curtis.

And you can't talk to people when they feel like that about someone.

You're pretty young to know that.

I felt the same way about a girl last year.

Nobody could tell me anything until I found it out for myself.

And you may be entirely wrong about this man.

Now the best thing to do is to find out all we can about him.

Suppose you and I go down and see Bill Allen tomorrow.

A banker doesn't usually take people at face value.

We'll let him investigate.

That's an idea.

Oh, and Doc.

When you go downstairs, I wish you'd drop in and meet Curtis.

I'd like to find out what you think about him.

Alright, Paul. Now stop worrying.

Come on, Paul.

Mr Allen is a busy man.

Thank you, Mr Allen. ─ Goodbye, Paul.

Goodbye, Bill.

Doctor.

Good morning, Curtis. ─ Good morning, doctor.

Hello Paul. How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm fine, thanks.

You certainly gave us a scare last evening.

I hope you've laid down the law to him, doctor.

What he needs is more fresh air and exercise.

Well, you can't pass exams on fresh air.

Not in my school.

No. Paul takes his studies very seriously.

Come along, Paul. Good morning, Curtis.

Goodbye.

You don't suppose he followed us here?

Oh come now, Paul. The man banks there.

Weren't you convinced that Allen knows what he's talking about?

My intuition isn't.

I'd take it easy on that intuition business, son.

It can become an obsession you know.

Well, if you don't mind Doc, I think I'll walk home.

Why that's a splendid idea. Do some deep breathing.

Try and rid your mind of Curtis.

Hi there, doctor.

Going anywhere near the club?

I go right by there. Hop in. ─ Oh, thanks.

It's a nuisance to find a taxi when you want one.

I don't drive myself.

That's unusual. I thought everybody drove these days.

Well, I was in rather a bad accident when I was a youngster and it ..

And it made such an impression on me that I never learned to drive.

Where is Paul?

Oh, he decided to walk home for the exercise.

[ Piano music ]

Hiya Paul. Feeling okay? ─ Sure.

What gives?

The gang is here and we're going down to the river to watch a boat race.

I thought you'd like to come along.

Hello, Lydia. ─ Paul Cartwright.

If you aren't the absolute limit. Not to let me know a thing about coming home.

Ben, what are you doing with the picture?

Miss Virginia wants it taken up to the study.

Why? ─ I couldn't say.

Where is mother? ─ Down-town.

She'll be back for lunch.

Come on, let's go. We don't want to get down there after it's all over.

Okay, come on. Come on, Lydia.

Okay gang, I guess we can all get in my car now.

We can all squeeze in. ─ Yeah.

Come on, Paul.

I'll see you later.

Paul.

Are you deliberately trying to avoid me?

Because ..

If you are, I'd just as soon you come right out and say so.

No I'm not, Lydia. I ..

Just don't feel like going, that's all.

I'm sorry, sir.

I sure did hate to move the judge out of his place.

Well .. maybe this is where he'd rather be, Ben.

He spent most of his time up here anyway.

Yes, sir.

He looks so alive.

Almost as if he could speak.

I wished he could.

Ben.

When is Curtis coming here again?

He's coming tonight, sir.

I want you to do something for me.

Anything you say.

When you take his glass off the table, don't touch it.

Use a napkin and put it aside.

You know what I want, Ben. ─ Yes, sir.

Oh, and Ben.

I'd like a sandwich and a glass of milk up here, please.

Do you have the keys to the files?

Thanks, Ben.

"Prominent in unsolved crimes is the record of Claude Barrington."

"An amazingly clever and dangerous individual."

"He was suspected of innumerable crimes."

"Including attacks on young girls, even murder."

"Yet the police have been unable to find enough evidence to warrant his arrest."

"His quick disappearances."

"The failure of witnesses to identify him."

"The lack of fingerprints or photographs."

"Indicated a marked talent for crime."

"Suspicion first fell upon Barrington .."

"When in 1932 .."

"He married a wealthy young widow, Cecilia Gordon."

"Who was drowned within six months of their marriage."

"Leaving him a substantial legacy."

"However, no evidence could be found to prove .."

"That Barrington was in the vicinity at the time of her death."

Paul, darling. What are you doing up here?

Reading up on something in Dad's files.

It's a lovely day. You should be outdoors.

Sorry about moving the picture.

I wanted to change things in the living room.

It's old-fashioned. I wanted to brighten it up a bit.

That's alright, mother.

Paul, are you going to make things difficult?

I haven't said anything.

It isn't what you say, it's your attitude.

Why don't you like Brett?

I just don't want you to make a mistake. That's all.

How much do you know about him?

Everything. He's told me all about himself.

Paul, why are you so mistrustful?

I received one of Dad's letters yesterday.

Maybe you'd better read it.

He saw so much of crime and wickedness, he was bound to become over-cautious.

Now I understand why you are so anxious.

What is it you want to know?

Has Curtis ever been married before?

No, he's a bachelor.

He was to be married a few years ago but the girl drowned just before the wedding.

Brett was terribly broken up about it, of course.

She was .. drowned?

Quite a tragedy. She was so young.

Well, Paul?

Anything else?

Where does he get his income?

Oh he owns mines and things.

I had Mr Allen check into all that.

You see, I'm not as irresponsible as you think I am.

You're not going to marry him for a while yet, are you?

I don't know, Paul.

I think you should wait.

Well, I don't want to make you unhappy.

But that is one thing I must decide for myself.

You mean ..

You're going to marry him right away? ─ I may.

But you can't. You must give me time .. ─ Give you time ..?

For what?

Well, to ..

To .. to get better acquainted with him.

Darling, you'll be going off to school soon.

Your life will be occupied with other things for years.

Paul.

Try to understand. Try to be fair.

Please.

For my sake.

Alright. ─ That's better.

You'll be down for lunch?

No. Benjamin is bringing my lunch up here. I'll be down later.

Maybe you can play some tennis with Brett? He plays an excellent game.

If you just give him a chance to be himself.

You two would probably be the best of friends in no time.

I've got to go now.

Don't work too hard, darling.

Out!

Why, you wretch. That did it!

I'm lucky I got two games. ─ Pay up, lady.

Hello, Paul. How are you feeling?

Okay. How was the boat race?

Keen. The Blue Moon won.

You should have come with us, Paul. Lydia is furious.

Oh, she'll get over it. I've got too much on my mind.

Any lunch left for me, Ben?

There is sandwiches and milk in the breakfast room, Miss Dorothy.

Thanks, Ben.

Hello, darling.

Hello, Paul. Where have you been hiding?

I had some work to do.

I hear you're taking law at college.

Just the groundwork. My main interest is criminology.

Mister Curtis.

Do you believe there is such a thing as a "perfect crime"?

It's possible.

I've been reading about some perfect crimes in my father's files.

He believed there were more ..

Undetected criminals at large than have ever been caught.

I shouldn't be surprised.

The police have their limitations.

What a morbid conversation.

Brett, too bad you changed. You could have played some more tennis with Paul.

I wouldn't have time, darling.

I promised to go to Middleburgh and look at some property for a friend of mine.

Oh Brett, why couldn't we drive you up?

The ride would do Paul good.

That's so nice of you Virginia, but ..

It'll take hours to look at contracts and I'll be talking business ..

I'll phone when I get back.

I'll walk down to the gate with you.

Do, Paul. Goodbye, Brett.

See you later, darling.

I understand you've travelled a lot.

Yes. I've always been curious about what was beyond the next horizon.

Ever been in Nevada?

Yes.

A magnificent country it is, too.

It makes a man wish he could paint.

You'd like it.

What is Reno like? ─ Oh, that's indescribable.

It's a hotchpotch of wild-west and wild-east.

Cowboys, divorcees, mink and mustangs.

Huge ranches and the real thing all shuffled together.

I'd like to see some of those old ghost-towns.

And a real silver mine.

Well, I have an interest in several mines.

Perhaps we'll .. take a trip someday.

Do you know Colorado?

Quite well.

Waynefield must seem pretty tame after those places.

Hmm.

I've seen pretty much everything worth seeing.

I'll be glad to settle down right here.

Well .. goodbye, Paul. See you tomorrow.

I hope we're going to hit it off together.

So long.

Hello, Charlotte. ─ Hello, Mr Curtis.

The Professor is expecting me. ─ Yes, sir.

Mister Curtis.

"Send him in."

Go right in.

Good afternoon, Professor. ─ Hello, Curtis.

Well, how does it go?

There is a new development. ─ The boy?

Yes. He came home unexpectedly.

Hostile? ─ Definitely.

A neurotic type.

Interested in criminology.

He asks a lot of questions.

Remarkably intelligent for his age.

I have a feeling he knows more than he should.

Does his attitude affect her? ─ It hasn't yet.

But he is a persistent little devil.

This morning he made enquiries about me at the bank.

Nothing to worry about there.

Everything is in order.

This afternoon, he was looking through his father's files.

When he came downstairs ..

He asked me if I believed there was such a thing as a perfect crime.

You'd better watch him.

Has she accepted you?

She hasn't yet, but she will.

What is the girl's attitude?

Oh, Dorothy.

A complete conquest.

A little beauty, too.

Be careful. I've warned you before. That weakness of yours will ruin our plans.

Don't worry. Nothing will ruin our plans.

I've waited a long time to get back at Cartwright.

I'll make them pay for his meddling interference if it's that thing I do.

You'll do as I tell you.

Don't forget, I'm in this, too.

Perhaps I made a mistake.

Perhaps I should have kept you as a patient.

Instead of making you an associate.

Don't forget I am concerned with the financial outcome in this case.

Not your personal revenge.

You have nothing to complain of. Everything is working out.

The boy is the first hitch.

He sounds like a subject for mental analysis.

You might suggest it to the mother.

Sometimes these cases destroy themselves.

The important thing is to get the wedding over with as soon as possible.

When you are legally in possession, we can take care of him here.

Funny, that thought was in my mind, too.

Why wait until I'm in possession?

As her husband you would be in a position to comfort her.

As her fiancée, such a tragedy might cause a revulsion against you.

That's true. ─ Therefore, you must lose no time.

The stakes are high. There's a danger of the boy following the Barrington trail.

Barrington is legally dead.

Fortunately, so is the judge.

However, fools and children sometimes stumble upon details ..

Which even the most careful strategist has overlooked.

I had better meet the lady as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, you must impress her with my professional distinction.

Understand? ─ Perfectly.

Now be careful.

If you can't accomplish this within the week ..

Our relationship shall revert to that of doctor and patient.

I'm spending the weekend with them.

I'll have her consent before Monday.

Oh, that was beautiful.

I give up. Brett, you've bewitched the dice.

I seem to be lucky in everything but love.

You don't really mean that.

Virginia.

Why do you keep putting me off?

You promised me you'd give me time to think it over.

You know how much I care for you.

We've both been lonely.

Why should we put off the happiness of being together?

Brett, the water is wonderful.

Brett.

My answer is "yes".

When, Virginia?

I'll give a dinner party and announce it.

You're not going to put me through a formal wedding, I hope?

No, just a dinner party.

We'll slip away quietly and I'll send the announcements out later.

Good. We'll elope. ─ Elope?

That sounds so young and reckless.

It doesn't seem right with two grown children.

Brett.

You do like them, don't you?

Like them?

A handsome full-grown family on a silver platter?

And you. What more could a man ask?

Darling.

Do you realise that ..

You haven't kissed me since we've been engaged.

Princess .. Brett ..

Not much privacy round here, is there.

That's family life.

Why don't you come in for a swim?

Brett, the water is wonderful.

How about a swim, Virginia?

Oh no, darling. You go.

I want to write the dinner invitations.

Is there anyone special you'd like to ask?

Why yes. My old friend Professor Muhlbach. You know, the psychiatrist?

You'll enjoy meeting him.

Enjoy your swim, darling.

I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but ..

I think it is only fair you should know.

Oh, I kinda suspected.

I guess they didn't tell me because they know I don't approve. ─ No.

I don't, either. ─ What?

I thought all you girls were goofy about him.

I was at first, but ..

Not anymore.

Aha ..

No really, Paul. I mean it.

Remember the other day by the pool here?

Yeah.

Well, Brett came for a swim.

Once when I dived under, he ..

I don't know how to tell you this.

I haven't told anyone.

What happened?

Well, he ..

He swam underwater.

Got a stranglehold on me.

And started kissing me.

I know it doesn't sound like very much.

It was horrible.

I can't describe it.

I pulled away.

He followed me and ..

And said he hadn't meant any harm.

And asked me if I'd just forget about it and be friends.

I've felt sort of queer about him ever since.

You won't mention this to him, will you.

No. And don't you say anything about it.

What you've told me adds up with other things.

What other things?

I can't tell you now. The trouble is I may be wrong.

I haven't any proof. Just a hunch.

Nobody wants to believe me.

I'll believe you, Paul.

Thanks, sugar.

Well there is Dr Vincent. I've got to talk with him.

You'd better run along, Lydia. ─ But Paul ..

Are you .. well ..?

What I mean to say is ..

You still like me, don't you?

Oh sure.

But everything is on ice for a while. No dates.

Yes, alright.

Only .. don't forget.

Okay, funny face.

Hello, Paul.

They are announcing their engagement.

I suspected as much.

What have you found out?

Nothing unfavorable in Curtis.

Mr Allen gave me these answers to some enquiries he made.

After reading them you'll probably agree it looks like a clean bill of health.

That may be so, but Lydia just told me something.

Would you mind coming up to my room a minute, Doc?

Not at all, Paul.

Good evening Professor, I'm glad to see you.

Well, I was afraid you wouldn't get here.

You know how it is, always something at the last minute.

Oh yes. Virginia, this is Professor Muhlbach.

Mrs Cartwright. ─ How do you do, Professor.

I am honored, madame.

It is most gracious of you to invite me.

Brett has told me so much about you, I was anxious to meet you.

Thank you, madame.

A happy occasion, they said.

Curtis is a lucky fellow.

Come in. Come in, Professor.

Now I'll show you something in the Barrington record ..

That ties in with what Lydia told me.

That's funny.

This drawer was locked. It's been opened.

Maybe you just thought you locked it. ─ No, I'm sure I locked it yesterday.

I haven't opened it since.

Curtis was here, too.

[ Door knocks ]

May I come in? Or is this a private huddle?

Hello, doctor. ─ Hello, Dorothy.

The Princess wants you in the drawing-room.

There is a big psycho something-or-other that she wants you to meet.

A friend of Brett's. You too, Paul.

I don't want to go down.

But Paul, you must.

You can't spoil mother's party.

That's right, Paul. Come along, we can talk later.

Because Virginia was keeping score.

Virginia's arithmetic is delightful.

She subtracts by counting backwards on her fingers.

10-9-8-7-6.

That means 10 minus 5 equals 6.

Well that's right, isn't it?

Of course it's right.

Well tell me about psychiatry, Professor. It must be very interesting.

I'd love to be psychoanalysed sometime.

I'd be delighted to do it. Any time you say.

Miss Cartwright.

Benjamin, Mr Curtis will carve.

Well my friend, here is a chance to display your domestic accomplishments.

It's just what I've been waiting for.

"It's just what I've been waiting for."

Sorry, I ..

I don't .. feel well.

Paul.

You stay here, Virginia. I'll take care of him.

Paul hasn't been himself lately.

An extremely sensitive boy, madame.

I would like to talk to him.

I have been most successful with the juvenile neuroses.

It's nothing serious, Professor, I'm sure.

Paul.

What is it now?

The words in my dream.

Curtis said:

"It's just what I've been waiting for."

When he said that I could hear the train coming and then the crash.

Gosh Doc, it's spooky. It's got me.

You've got to pull yourself together, Paul.

Now, let's look at this thing realistically.

I understand Bill Allen is going to announce the engagement.

He's known your mother all her life.

Do you think he would sanction a match if he weren't sure of Curtis?

I can't figure it out.

Maybe I'm going whacky Doc, but I could swear he's Barrington.

Barrington is dead, Paul. ─ I don't believe he is.

But it is too fantastic.

[ Door knocks ]

How is the young man feeling, doctor?

Oh, he's alright.

He was just having a dizzy spell.

Perhaps I can be of some assistance? Nerves are my speciality.

Well, it's just a reaction from overwork at school.

Yes, I was an intense student myself at his age.

Do you mind if we have a little talk young man?

I feel alright.

Perhaps the doctor had better go downstairs?

It seems a pity to spoil madame's party.

I'd rather have Dr Vincent stay.

Of course, I have no objection.

Let's sit down and be comfortable.

I understand you are an unusual boy, Paul.

Extremely talented.

Do you intend to pursue your father's research into criminology?

Yes. ─ An interesting subject.

But something must be done about these nervous attacks.

They are not exactly normal at your age.

I presume you are devoted to your mother?

Of course.

As one student of human nature to another ..

May I speak frankly?

Go ahead.

In some cases, filial devotion to a mother goes beyond the borderline of normality.

It can frequently produce hallucinations.

Did you say "hallucinations"?

Do not be offended.

I'm merely stating a theory. ─ What gall!

Please don't agitate yourself.

I'm only trying to help you. ─ I don't need a psychiatrist.

But you do.

I believe it is your emotional aversion to your mother's remarriage ..

Which produce these neurotic symptoms.

I'm sure I can cure you in a very short time.

I would like you to place yourself under my care at Rest View.

Rest View?

That's a sanatorium for mental cases.

Yes, but I wouldn't consider you a patient. Merely a guest.

Guest?

Well, that's white of you.

Goodnight .. Professor.

I am sorry.

I assure you I meant no offence.

May I see you a moment, doctor?

I'll be right back, Paul.

The boy's agitation ..

Reveals an emotional influence which should be corrected immediately.

I hope you can persuade him.

I'll speak to him. ─ Good.

Well?

The same words as your dream, weren't they.

It's extraordinary.

Those two are mixed up together somehow, Doc.

Hallucinations.

Do you believe that stuff?

I've read about it in textbooks. ─ And according to him, I've got them.

He seems to think so.

What else did he say, Doc?

Well, he wanted me to ask you to go to his sanatorium and let him analyse you.

You know Doc, that might not be a bad idea.

But I don't think it's necessary.

But Doc, I might find out something up there.

Yes.

Paul, if ..

If those two men are what you think they are, it would be mighty dangerous.

You could come up every day and keep an eye on me couldn't you?

Besides, it might be a good way to stall for time.

I'd make mother promise not to marry Curtis until I got back.

And meanwhile, you can take these to Armstrong and get him to analyse them.

They are fingerprints off a water glass.

Curtis?

I'll talk to Muhlbach.

Paul, you're a very clever boy.

Thanks, Doc. I'd be in a tough spot without you.

Maybe we're both crazy.

Then again, maybe we're not.

It's a lovely room. Isn't it, Paul?

Very nice.

I hope you'll find it comfortable.

My routine is a simple one. A few heart to heart talks, plenty of food and rest.

Believe me, Mrs Cartwright, he'll return home a healthier and happier boy.

I'm sure he will.

Goodbye, darling.

Don't read too much.

You'll take good care of him, won't you professor?

Of course, madame.

I'll drop in tomorrow and see how he's getting along.

Please do, doctor. I'm always happy to have the coöperation of my colleagues.

Goodbye, Paul. I'll see you tomorrow. ─ Goodbye, Doc.

Goodbye, Princess. ─ Goodbye, darling.

I'll see you later.

Office.

Could I call outside, please?

I'll get the number for you.

Well ..

I forgot my tennis shoes.

Do you happen to know where I could get a pair?

I'm sure Professor Muhlbach can lend you some.

Thanks.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Well Paul, can I help you get settled?

Oh no thanks, Professor. There is not much to do.

That's a funny place to hang your coat.

I got tired of looking at myself. Same old face.

That's your inferiority, eh? We'll overcome that.

I encourage tidiness as much as possible.

Orderly room. Orderly mind.

I hope you have a good appetite for lunch.

Pretty fair.

Anything special you prefer? ─ I'm not fussy, Professor.

That's a nice garden you have.

Gardening is my hobby. I am very proud of my flowers.

How about the rest of the place?

Do you have many patients?

Quite a few, but don't let your mind dwell on that.

You are facing in the direction of normality.

I hope you will have complete confidence in me.

I will ask you many personal questions.

You must be truthful and accurate in your replies.

That's important.

Remember, we're friends.

Just call the office if you want anything.

Is it alright if I use the phone to call outside?

Certainly. Feel free to call anyone you wish.

Thanks.

I'll see you at lunch.

I'd like to get Waynefield 1531 please.

Hello vixen, what's mixing?

Oh, Paul .. where are you?

"I'm up at Middleburgh getting my brain unscrambled."

"It's all very scientific."

It cures hives and hangnails and improves the disposition.

It says here.

Are you missing my kisses?

Is that some kind of code? ─ No, just juvenile vernacular.

What please, is the significance?

Young romance in the modern manner.

Romance. I see.

9-3-4-9-6.

9-3-4 .. ─ What are you doing here?

Well I can't sleep. Nightmares.

I'll get you a sedative. Go to your room.

We don't permit the patients to wander through the corridors at night.

I'm not a patient, I'm a guest.

I must admit the boy puzzles me.

I can learn nothing from him except that he suspects you.

I'm sure he knows you're Barrington.

How he arrived at that conjecture, I don't know.

From his father's files.

I found the Barrington folder in his desk.

The boy is as persistent as his father was.

I won't be in the clear until I get squared with the entire family.

It will be quite ironic, won't it.

The elusive Barrington, married to the widow of the judge Albert Cartwright.

You won't be if Paul can help it.

Right now, his main idea is to delay the marriage.

He's managed that already.

She promised him not to marry me until he returns.

There must be some way to overcome that.

Find some pretext to leave town. Then persuade her to join you.

You should have sufficient influence to overcome her promise to the boy.

I will detain him here as long as possible.

As soon as I have word from you that the ceremony has been performed ..

The troublesome opposition can be eliminated.

How do you propose to do it?

I will attend to it.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Mr Curtis, ma'am. ─ Oh, Brett.

I didn't expect you so early. ─ I had to see you, dear.

I have to go to Washington on business. ─ Oh darling, what a shame.

I want you to come with me.

We can stop off at Richmond and be married.

I couldn't do that, Brett. I promised Paul.

Are you going to let Paul spoil things between us, Virginia?

Darling, don't even think such a thing. ─ Then come with me.

We'll turn the trip into a honeymoon.

Couldn't we wait until Paul gets back?

I'd feel so much better about it.

Virginia, from the first moment we met, everything went perfectly between us.

Then Paul came home and you began to change.

Nonsense.

We've announced our engagement. Everything will go as we planned.

Let's go down and get the license and have it over with today.

Right now.

I couldn't.

Very well then.

Just as you wish.

I'll be leaving this afternoon.

I'll be gone for several weeks.

Brett, do you really have to go?

Perhaps it will be just as well if you have time to think this out alone.

I want you to be sure of your feelings, Virginia.

But I am sure.

You know that.

Then why not marry me and stop worrying about Paul?

I can't help being concerned about him, Brett.

He's my own boy.

But he's getting the best of care.

Muhlbach will have him well again in no time.

Let's call him up and .. find out how he's getting along.

Of course, he's doing splendidly, madame. You have no cause to worry.

No need to delay your marriage.

Allow me to offer my felicitations.

Goodbye.

How long will it take you to check some fingerprints?

Whose are they? ─ Curtis. Paul got them.

He asked me to turn them over to you.

He's a chip off the old block alright.

The judge hung on like a bulldog whenever he got his teeth into anything.

That's right.

I'll have these checked just to prove there is nothing to it.

Let me see. Where does Curtis hail from?

Oh, he's lived in Oregon ..

Nevada, Colorado ..

California. ─ California is good.

They put thumbprints on driver's licenses.

Curtis says he doesn't drive.

Well, we won't take his word for that.

Check those with Washington, Tom.

And try the California License Bureau.

Okay, chief. So long, Doc.

I'll let you know doctor, if anything develops.

Goodbye, Mr Armstrong, and thank you.

You say the door was not locked?

Why should it be?

Sometimes we lock doors as a precaution against somnambulism.

It's described in the notes here that you complained of having a nightmare.

Can you tell me about it?

Only that something dangerous was going to happen.

Do you have such dreams often?

Yes.

Can you remember anything definite about them?

The train .. my father's death.

I dream of that often.

I understand, of course.

A shocking accident ..

It preys on your mind.

It wasn't an accident, Professor.

It was murder.

That was never proven.

You have some theories on the subject? ─ Yes.

Indeed? I should be interested in hearing them.

I'd rather not talk about them now, professor. It gives me a headache.

Very well, Paul.

What would you like to do by way of diversion?

I see you have some binoculars. They must be good ones.

They are excellent. Would you like to examine them?

Could I? ─ Of course. Go right ahead.

They're swell.

I'd like to take a good look.

Come along, you can see Waynefield through them from the roof.

There is the county seat down there.

From here, you can see Waynefield.

Over here Paul, you can see the ferry crossing the river.

What is that building down there?

Just an abandoned farm.

Over this way, Paul. See the ferry?

You can almost distinguish the people's faces on the deck.

Nice binoculars. ─ Yes, they are.

Oh, there is Dr Vincent.

We'd better go down.

Would you mind going to your room? I'd like to have a talk with the doctor.

Then I shall send him to you.

I am very glad you came, doctor.

I'm having a little difficulty.

I feel there is something on Paul's mind which he does not confide to me.

Is there something you know? You may speak freely.

All I know is, he has nightmares about his father.

That he has told me. But he will not say any more.

His reticence hinders my diagnosis.

If you could persuade him to discuss these matters more fully ..

It would be of great assistance.

I'll see what I can do. Where is Paul? ─ In his room.

Show Dr Vincent to Cartwright's room, please.

Thank you.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Hello, Doc. ─ How are you, Paul?

Sure glad to see you. How is mother?

A little worried about you, otherwise alright. I saw her this morning.

Well, Professor Muhlbach is a good host. I'm enjoying it here.

Fine.

Look, Doc. I found something in Plato I'd like to show you.

Oh yes .. yes.

A great chap, Plato.

As modern today as he was in his own time.

Paul, how would you like to take a little ride with me?

Well that depends on Professor Muhlbach. We'll have to ask him.

Let's do that.

Well, do you find your patient, doctor? ─ He looks rested.

I'd like to take him for a drive in the fresh air so he won't feel shut in here.

That is, if you have no objections.

Not at all. Provided you don't keep him out too long.

Only half hour or so.

We'll take a drive through the hills. This is beautiful country.

I trust you will urge Paul to relax.

And talk more freely.

I'm anxious for him to get straightened out so he can go back to school.

If he falls any further behind ..

I'm afraid he'll overwork again.

Of course.

Well, come along, Paul. We won't be long.

That was luck. I didn't think he'd let me go.

He couldn't very well refuse.

I saw Armstrong. He's having the prints checked.

And Paul.

While I was at the City Hall ..

I saw your mother and Curtis go into the Marriage Licence Bureau.

But Doc, she promised me. ─ I know how you feel.

It hasn't been easy for me to accept the situation, either.

Maybe you won't have to.

What do you mean?

There is an abandoned farm building near here exactly like in my dream.

I saw it from the roof.

Paul, one ramshackle old building looks much like another.

Maybe.

But something very strange happened on that roof this afternoon.

I had a feeling that Muhlbach was going to shove me off when you drove up.

Are you sure you're not just imagining these things, Paul?

Sure, I'm sure. And I'll tell you something else, too.

Curtis drove himself up here last night.

Curtis driving?

That's strange. He told me he couldn't drive.

I know. That's why I got the license number.

I thought maybe you could find out who owns the car.

What's that?

It looks like ..

Jiminy! A part of a motor.

Give me a hand, will you Doc.

Why, Paul.

That's the sign from the truck.

Son, you've certainly caused a turn on this one.

That sign will certainly be an eye-opener to Armstrong.

We'd better take it right over to his office.

You'd better. I'll have to go back or Muhlbach will get suspicious.

You'd better stop here, Doc. I'll walk the rest of the way.

No use taking any chances with that evidence.

I don't like to see you go back in there feeling the way you do about that place.

Oh, I'll be alright. I've got go in and stall for time.

If things get too hot, I'll ..

I'll phone Lydia and say I'm lonesome. That will mean: get here quick.

Alright Paul, but take it easy.

I've to go home and clean up a bit. Then I'll go right over to Armstrong.

So long, Doc.

Darling.

Don't be angry.

Surely one day doesn't make that much difference.

I've promised Dr Stone he can marry us.

You don't want me to hurt his feelings, do you?

Why can't we go over there now?

Why wait?

We can spend tonight and tomorrow at the lake and then go on to Washington.

After all, I must think of that contract, Virginia.

Even a man in love has to think of business.

Alright.

I'll call Dr Stone and see if he can't find some time free.

He ought to be able to work us in somewhere. A ceremony doesn't take long.

Do you want me to call him? ─ No, I'll do it.

Dorothy.

Hello, Lydia.

Oh, hello.

Is Dorothy home? ─ No.

Oh, I'd better come back later. ─ Don't go away.

Brett? Oh Brett, where are you?

Out here, we have a visitor.

Hello, Lydia. ─ Hello, Mrs Cartwright.

Well, goodbye.

That's strange.

What on earth happened?

Nothing. She just came looking for Dorothy.

What did Doctor Stone say?

Doctor Stone?

Oh, yes .. he's busy all day today and this evening.

But I made an appointment for noon tomorrow. ─ Oh good.

Now, where shall we go to celebrate?

Why not go to that little inn where we first had dinner together?

Brett, I'd rather not go out tonight.

I've got packing to do, and a few letters to write.

I'll just have dinner on a tray in my room with Dorothy.

And tell her the news.

She goes back to school on Monday.

I won't have another chance to see her.

I hope I look forward to your exclusive attention on our honeymoon, Mrs Curtis.

Well you shouldn't call me that. Not yet.

It's very unlucky you know.

With all the luck I have I can afford to be reckless.

I'll phone you later, darling.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Hello, darling.

Is anything wrong? ─ No, dear.

You've been crying.

Just my nerves. That's all.

Benjamin is going to bring supper up here.

I thought it would be nice and cosy, just the two of us.

Come on. Sit down, darling.

Something is wrong.

You're packing.

Dorothy.

Brett and I are going to be married tomorrow.

Married tomorrow?

For a minute, I thought you'd cried with him.

Brett must go to Washington on business. We've decided to make it a honeymoon.

It means breaking my word to Paul.

That's what has me upset, I guess.

I'm worried about him.

Don't be foolish.

After all, it's your life.

Paul will mind as long as you're happy.

Where is it going to be?

What are you going to wear?

I'm going to be there of course.

Of course you are, dear. You're going to be my bridesmaid.

Oh darling, that's marvellous.

What will I wear?

Oh just something simple. Your blue dress.

We're to be married at the minister's house.

And then we'll leave you at the Allens.

Brett and I will go to the cottage for a day or two before we go to Washington.

What did he say? Did he kneel down?

Of course not, silly.

But he was very determined about not leaving me here.

Oh, Brett is so masterful.

You'll write to me, won't you?

Of course.

Every day.

That's the story, Mr Armstrong.

Strange as it sounds, you must admit it's not just a figment of Paul's imagination.

I've run across some strange disclosures in my career.

But this screen detection beats anything I've ever heard.

You want me? ─ Yes, take a look at that.

Hey, where did this come from?

Paul Cartwright dug it up on an abandoned farm in Middleburgh.

Near the Muhlbach place.

Well, I'll be doggone.

All we need now is the truck that goes with it.

Better start a search up there. Send a car out.

Any news on the fingerprints? ─ No. Not yet.

Put in a call and speed it up.

Miss Farber, didn't you get that number yet?

It must answer. Lydia is waiting to hear from me.

Hello?

Hello?

What do you mean by disconnecting the phone when I try to get a call through?

I want you to be absolutely quiet.

You are agitated.

I was afraid your outing today would be too much for you.

I'm getting out of this place, but quick.

Not in your present condition my boy.

You are hysterical.

I couldn't possibly allow you to leave in such a state.

Allow me?

You don't think you can keep me in here if I want to go, do you?

I'm afraid that may be necessary.

You seem to be forgetting that I'm a guest.

All my patients are guests.

Sit down my dear boy and calm yourself.

Tell me.

What has upset you?

Was it something you found at that farm you where went this afternoon?

You followed us?

I observed you from the roof with the binoculars.

Alright, since you know so much ..

We found the truck that killed my father.

The police will have the evidence by now. I know you and Curtis are mixed up in it.

Again, you are having hallucinations.

[ Telephone ]

Hello?

Oh hello, Professor.

Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you for the past hour.

I went to the station for tickets. We are being married tomorrow noon.

That's impossible now. I'll explain when I see you.

Meet me in half an hour at the east end of the golf course.

I'll be there.

I don't like to exaggerate Paul's danger, Mr Armstrong.

But that place up there gives me the creeps.

I'm uneasy about the boy.

Why does everything take so long? ─ The machinery of the law, doctor.

It's much better than it used to be.

Armstrong.

Farber?

The car driven by Curtis is registered under the name of Charlotte Farber.

That name mean anything to you, doctor? ─ Why, yes.

She's Muhlbach's secretary. ─ Yeah?

Put a call out for it. Get going.

Chief.

California Motor Vehicles has a thumbprint on Brett Curtis.

It matches the print taken from the body in the mine identified as Barrington.

That means Curtis was killed in the mine, not Barrington. Paul was right.

And Barrington is just cunning enough to pull something like that, too.

Then it isn't unlikely that Curtis ..? ─ Could be Barrington.

Well, Chief. We got what's left of the truck.

Buried under a ton of hay. ─ Any fingerprints?

Yep. In the tool compartment.

Compare those.

They match alright.

They match the Curtis prints Paul got from the water glass.

Well, are you satisfied?

Go to the country club. Pick up Brett Curtis.

Suspicion of murder. Cartwright case. ─ Right, Chief.

We've got to get to that boy, Armstrong. Muhlbach and Curtis are working together.

There's no telling what may have happened to him by this time.

Get me the Muhlbach place at Middleburgh.

Don't worry, doctor. We'll find out in a few minutes.

Brett.

Hello Dorothy. What are you doing here?

The Princess told me about tomorrow.

Brett, I'm so thrilled.

Mother is going to let me be her bridesmaid. Isn't that wonderful?

I thought we might drive down to the florist and get dozens of roses.

And take them to the cottage.

I want to do something special. I'm sure the Princess would love it.

That's a charming idea, Dorothy.

I should have thought of that myself.

Well then, let's go. ─ Just a moment.

I was going to meet somebody here.

But I'll leave a note for him.

Don't be long.

You sure? That's strange.

Come on, doctor. My car is downstairs.

Professor Muhlbach? ─ Yes.

Mr Curtis asked me to give this to you.

[ Door knocks ]

Open up!

What's the meaning of this? How dare you break in. This is private property.

Sure, we know. We're just nuts looking for a padded cell.

Where is the Cartwright boy's room? ─ I don't know. I am just an employee.

Well, we'll just have to go round breaking down doors.

You have no right to search this place. You have no warrant.

The District Attorney wants Paul Cartwright. And he wants him alive.

Of course he's alive. He's in his room. ─ Which room?

First one down the hall. It's locked. ─ Have you a key?

No. Professor Muhlbach has the key.

He is out for the evening.

Slate .. take this woman into custody.

Hold her as a material witness.

Come on, Langdon.

Paul!

I'm afraid we're too late. ─ I'm not so sure. Look at this.

Looking good that he got away.

I hope.

There is no connection here. ─ You can call from the switchboard.

You calling his home?

No. I'm calling Lydia. I don't want to alarm Virginia yet.

Curtis may be there. ─ That's right.

I'd better have the Cartwright house covered.

Hello, Lydia?

Yes, this is doctor Vincent. I'm up at Muhlbach's.

We've been trying to get you at Mr Armstrong's office.

Paul is here.

Hello, Doc.

Oh, sure I got out.

What?

I knew it! Boy, this is really it. ─ What is it?

Hello, Lydia. Paul come home for the wedding?

What do you mean, wedding? ─ Well, don't you know?

Mrs Cartwright is marrying that droop Curtis the first thing tomorrow.

How do you know?

I saw Dorothy and Curtis come out of the florist with a big box.

They drove off in her car.

Mike said they're going to decorate the cottage on account of Mrs Cartwright ..

Curtis and Dorothy have gone to the cottage alone? ─ Yes.

Listen, Paul. ─ Just a minute, Doc.

Curtis and Dorothy have gone up to the cottage together alone.

What?

Doc .. my sister and Curtis went up to Lakewood. She's alone with him.

Muhlbach knows the police know. Anything can happen. We're going there. So long.

Come on. Where's the car? ─ Outside.

Lydia, you better stay here. ─ Not me. I'm coming with you.

Well why doesn't somebody tell me something?

He must have turned off.

I don't see him.

Better back track.

Put up your hands and get out.

What's the meaning of this? ─ You're under arrest.

This is an outrage. You must be mistaking me for someone else.

Come along.

Get in.

Of course, the Princess will arrange them all over again.

She can make flowers look as if they just grew out of a vase.

Well, we'd better be starting back, Brett.

What about a ride in a launch?

It's perfect out on the lake.

There are a million stars floating on the water and ..

The crescent moon looks like something out of Omar Khayyam.

Brett, you are the most romantic person.

Most men around here have never even heard of Omar Khayyam.

If they did, they'd think he was a Turkish wrestler or something.

Mother is really lucky.

I'm glad you think so.

Why are you looking at me like that.

Because you're very lovely in the moonlight.

Why, everybody is.

But I adore compliments.

The best I ever got from George was ..

"Come on, you look alright".

You know Brett, I've grown out of that crowd.

I don't know what I ever saw in him.

I'm really quite poetic at heart.

Only it is positively lethal to let anybody know about it in our crowd.

They'd simply jeer.

I heard a car. Didn't you?

Probably out on the main highway.

Don't hold my arm so tight.

Oh, I'm sorry.

The steps are so uneven, I was afraid you might fall.

Really Brett, I think we'd better not.

I must be getting back. Mother will be worried.

Where is your spirit of adventure?

I thought you were romantic.

Alright.

But we won't stay long.

They're here alright.

There is no lights on in the house.

There is a light in the boäthouse!

They are iñ here. Come on, heave ..

Oh, Paul. ─ Dorothy.

Alright, Barrington.

You meddling fool!

Paul.

"It's clearing now."

"Look mother, we can see ahead."

"No, Virginia."

"Don't look back."

"It's all over."

T-G