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Oh, what lovely shoulders in the morning light, round, sloping and warm. Warm is the end of summer. Now I'll be able to see what she's writing to Mr. Valentine. Oh, I didn't see you. I didn't know you were in the room. Oh, didn't you? On my way outside for a cigarette and a breath of air, that's all. Will you join me? Will you looking over my shoulder? That's quite a bill you have on your charge account, isn't it? You were looking. I'll tell you a secret, of course I was. But all I could see was you, Rosé. I don't think I care for a smoke just now. I'll finish sending my bills and things. You go ahead. It's all right, Rosé. I'll see you later on. Miss Burlick, this is a permanent house, isn't it? I mean, well, most of the places up here seem to be cabins. Yes, but I'm not. Not permanent, that is. It's my sister and her husband's house. They live here the year round. I've just been here a short time, my first visit. I haven't seen my sister, Marsha, this morning, but perhaps you'd like to meet her husband. He's Frederick Gendall, the artist. Oh, yes, I think I've heard his name. He specializes in murals, you know. Busy right now with some panels for a new library. Has to meet a deadline. Oh, Frederick, Frederick, would you... Well, I guess it doesn't make any difference. He didn't hear me, I guess. Oh, we're not insulted. What good Zenitis without a temperament? Well, he's not like that. But he's working awfully hard, terribly hard. I've been modeling for one of his panels. He's... well, I don't understand him very well. My shoulders... You and your sister seem to go for different types. What? Yes. Yes, Marsha's much smarter than I am. More positive, more beautiful, more everything. I think what Miss Brooks meant was the man you asked us to check into was a little easier to understand, that's all. Oh, no, I'm not a very complex person. You know, Miss Berlich, I don't normally like to investigate someone without knowing why. But I think in your case, it stood out all over your letter. And now it's written all over your face. Really? So here goes. Dr. Nicholas Wills, age 37, single, residence, 347 Maple Drive City. Graduate Stanford Medical School and Children's Hospital and Private Practice and Pediatrics. Belongs to a lot of clubs, got a list here. Plays good golf and, as for his financial standing... Oh, things I don't care about that. I didn't think you did. Dr. Wills is now vacationing in a cabin about a half a mile from here, as I'm sure you already know. And, uh, as for the women in his life, there seemed to be none, at least until he came up here. That was what you really wanted to know, wasn't it? Well, I've only met him a few times. Marsha introduced me one day when we were swimming. Mr. Valentine, I've had my fingers burned in the past, that's all. You'll only be cautious when you're not as young as you should be. You? Miss Perlich, you underestimate yourself. From the minute I walked into this room, all I've been able to see is you. I know you'll have a little lunch before you go back. Perhaps you'd like to take a walk while I see if I can find Marsha. Just a second. What else is bothering you, Miss Perlich? What? Well, you're thinking about two things at once. And you haven't sounded as... well, as eager and as urgent as you did in the letter. Has something happened since then about Dr. Wills? No. No, of course not. Just that I'm embarrassed, I guess. I told you that I wasn't a very complex person. So, that's all it was. Hiring a man to find out things that aren't worth knowing anyway. You're a fool, Rosé. A dear, warm, blooded fool. That's what's so nice about you. But I can relax now, can't I? I should relax. Because now your Mr. Valentine will never guess what I did, will he? No one will ever guess. George, what are you going to say to the doctor? Oh, I don't know, Brooksy. I'll think of something. How do you like the weather, Doc? Something like that there. Not hard to drop in on people up in a place like this. Dr. Wills, come on, Brooksy. But, George, you can't just... Don't mind. Everybody leaves their cabins open around here. Besides, we know about him. He's a normal, amiable sort of guy. Well, he's not out playing golf. There's his clubs. Look through there. Look back. Canvas, parking, car under, only no car. Oh, yeah. You know, something else. I don't see any medical instruments, either. But, George, he's on a vacation. What difference does that make? Doctors and instruments are like St. Bernards and Brandy. Well, not exactly. Okay. Okay, but take a look. Dress it, draw it, still open. No razor, any place around. No toothbrush, no suitcase. Hmm. I'd say we're not going to be able to ask any questions of the good doctor. Check. Whatever it is that's in the air, we'll fly through along. May. Huh? I wonder who she is. What are you talking about? Well, the name May doodled here by the telephone. And on the pad there's a number. Yeah. 673 R3. Well, Brooksy, we're not here to snoop. Oh, no. So let's go back to lunch and do just a little prying. How does one entertain one's guests? Would you like some more ice-teams, Brooks? Marsha always did that for me. Such a stream of conversation, you can hardly hear yourself think. No, no, it's better this way. There's no voice to interrupt your work. And there'll be no more torment in my mind like there was last night. I need to redo the gray in the face of famine. It's my best family. Yes, I must do it before. Did you look out in the garden by the orchard? I said, Frederick, did you look for Marsha out in the garden? Yes, yes, she's probably just dropped by the club for lunch. It's better this way. What's up, Mr. General? Would you like some more ice-teams, Brooks? Oh, no, thanks. So, you know, I just happen to think of something. What does R mean in a telephone number? Why, it means ring, Mr. Valentine. You live in the country and people listen in. Oh, I get it. Like 673 R3 means ring three, huh? That's our telephone number. How did you happen to know? Well, I just noticed it, that's all. Miss Berlich, do you happen to know anyone by the name of May? May. In May, things come pushing out of the ground, waving their colors at you, shouting at you, telling you where to look. What are you talking? It's my wife's name, Mr. Valentine. Marsha? Well, she calls herself May sometimes. Where did you see that name, Mr. Valentine? Where did you see the telephone number? Well, I just happened to notice. Where did you go on your walk before lunch? No, never mind. I know where you went. I followed you a little way. I knew you'd be suspicious. That's why you came up instead of writing. You went to Dr. Will. Please, Rosé, can't we just finish our meal? Frederick, you haven't looked for her. You've been thinking of your work. You didn't look in her room. You haven't seen her all morning since last night. I heard you calling, but you haven't seen her since then. I didn't look in her room. Excuse me. Rosé? There. You see, her bed hasn't even been slept in. Oh, Miss Berlich, please. We knew you were upset about something. She's gone too, isn't she? I walked by Dr. Will's this morning, and I saw his car was gone. But you don't have to add two and two quite so fast, do you? Ever since we were children, she's always been more attractive than I. She and Frederick haven't been getting along lately. I don't know what it's all about. I guess when I saw the way she looked at Dr. Will's yesterday... Well, isn't there anyone we can call to at least find out where the doctor went? I could tell the way she looked at him. There was something between them. They're together somewhere. I know they are. Do be quiet, Rosé. Oh, heavens, there's no point in advertising that my wife's run away from me. Oh, yes, yes. That's what happened. We fought last night about it. Oh, I guess I'm supposed to be outraged. You would be, Mr. Valentine, but then you're younger than I am. There comes a time when you can't endure the spring anymore, when it's almost a relief to look forward to the quiet end of summer. George, I don't believe. I don't believe any of it. Yeah, yeah, I know, Brooks. You're right. Well, did you get a chance to use the telephone? I called the doctor's office in the city. He's down there, all right. But I couldn't talk to him because he's making his regular Monday visit to hospital patients. He goes down every week of his vacation. There's nothing unusual about it. And so, of course, he took his things. But George, there's nothing missing from Marsha's room. And a woman who's running away from her husband would at least take the jacket of her suit. Brooksy, it's all in the air. I don't know what it is. But I bet my bottom dollar, they didn't run away together. I say that, but I had to say something. Marsha isn't here. I had to explain somehow. They must believe. Rosé will help them believe with her silly feminine suspicions. Oh, yes, it'll be a day or so before that doctor comes back and people will realize he's been alone. I'll think of something by then. Mr. Valentine won't be here to realize Marsha was never with the doctor. And I can always take care of Rosé, all right. Oh, excuse me, Mr. General. Oh, yes, quite all right. You're leaving? No, no, not exactly. In fact, I just wanted to tell you we're sticking around for a while. You're what? You're what? You're what? You are, Mr. Valentine? Yes, if you don't mind, but it's all right with you. He's staying. What can I say? Well, I... It's likely to be a bore for you. I'm under tremendous pressure, you know. Some work to be done. My wife thinks I'm headed for a nervous breakdown. Of course, Mr. General. 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No, no, no, no, don't move. I'm sorry, Frederick. You don't mind if I watch, do you? You're painting? Why? No, no, naturally not. Thank you. It's very interesting. I confess I'm a little confused by it. There's so much intensity. Yes, but that's the point, don't you see? Over here it resolves itself into the emotional, the unthinking. You mean the figure of the woman? Yes. I wish I could see it. You won't let me see what he's done with me. It looks to me, Miss Berlich, like he's sort of idealized you as an escape from problems or something. Mr. Valentine, there's no reason for you... Oh, no, no, forgive me. I don't mean anything. I'm just talking, that's all. Your wife must have been an intense sort of person. My wife? She seemed to go out of her way to misunderstand me. She could never realize that a man has his work to do. Work that must be done. You must give yourself to your work, but she kept interfering. She tried to make me slow down. Frederick, she only wanted to help. Sit still, Rosé. Interfering and advising, and I cannot stand interference. She seemed worried about you. Sit still, Rosé. I'm sorry. Am I still all right? Now, there is a woman, Mr. Valentine, all woman and that's all. Frederick, I wish I knew what you meant sometimes. It's stupid not to be intelligent, isn't it, Mr. Valentine? He says things like that, and he says other things. And I think sometimes what he means is he... he loves me. Oh, now, Rosé, you're tired and upset. No, no, no. Let her talk, Mr. Chandler. I thought it was so wrong. I've hated to think of it. My own sister's husband. But maybe it's different now. Maybe I shouldn't be so old-fashioned. Yes, she's got the man I wanted. Maybe I should take hers. Turnabout's fair play, isn't it? Maybe I could get so I would understand you, Frederick. I don't know. What do people want out of each other anyway, except to be with each other? Rosé, my dear, you don't need to talk now. I've kept you posing too long. I'm attracted to you too, Frederick. Perhaps all I want is to love and to be loved. Rosé. Don't touch me. No. No, I can't stand you. What made me say this thing? But Rosé, I did it just for you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. What did you mean? What? You said you did it for her. Did what? What did you mean? I don't know what you're talking about. Where is your wife, Mr. Chandler? I don't know what you're talking about. Flat tire. Weren't you going to get your car fixed to something, Mr. Valentine? So you could leave? Bruxy? George. What did you find out? Well, I looked all over like you say. I didn't find anything. Nothing that would indicate... Well, of course, I don't know exactly what I expected. Oh, yes, you do, Bruxy. Yes, I know. George, what do you suppose he did with it? No, I don't know, I don't know. He looks like the trunk or hat box type. What? But I looked under his... I know, I know. No, I'm just sore because there's nothing you can grab onto. It's a powder keg without any fuses. Well, George, when I was outside, I talked to one of the neighbors for a minute. And I mentioned Dr. Wills. And the man said Dr. Wills kept asking about one of the women over here. What? Yeah. The man thought it was amusing because the doctor seemed so smitten with Rosaire. Wow. Now that knocks the last leg out from under that elopement keg. Oh, we knew that anyway. Oh, Bruxy, the trouble is our kegs are wearing thin. That flat tire we cooked up is about worn down to the rim. We're gonna have to get out of here and what are we gonna take with us? What are we gonna tell anybody? What do we actually know? George. Come on. Miss Berlich. Miss Berlich, wait. What's the matter? Nothing. Come on, come on, what is it? Well, I was dusting in the upstairs sitting room. Dusting? When you're upset, you're supposed to do something homely. Something you're used to. But I remember there used to be a revolver there on the side port. A revolver, huh? Miss Berlich, you can stop being upset about losing a boyfriend. What? You haven't lost him. Now listen, we need your help. You said earlier you heard your sister and her husband last night quarreling. Well, yes. Where did you hear them? When did you hear them? Well, I don't know. Sometime after I went to bed around midnight, I guess. What did they say? I don't know. I tried to listen naturally. She seemed to be pleading. He was shouting. But I couldn't tell it was so far away. Weren't they in the house? No, no, outside. Okay, then where's your room? The center one there and back. The voices came from in back. Mr. Valentine. What did you mean when you said about the doctor? Miss Brooks will tell you right now I've got a date. George. Yeah. I'm gonna stop dripping water on the rock, Angel. I'm gonna try a sledgehammer on it instead. You're only thinking about me? Out there, but you can't hear me. Can you, Marsha? Or was I the one who could never hear you? It's too late to listen, isn't it? Interfering, advising, suggesting. Or were you just begging me to think of something besides my work, warning me not to work so hard, warning me about the... Oh, hello there, Mr. Dangle. Oh, Mr. Valentine. Mr. Valentine. It's all right, Mr. Gentle. I'm just looking for something that's all. Oh? Well, what did you lose? Oh, it's around here someplace. I'll find it all right if I have to comb every inch of the place. But I... It's all right. You don't need to help me. You weren't out here in back, were you? Some place within a radius of that window up there. Rosé's window. What? Yeah. Because you could hear voices from one to the other, or vice versa, I don't know. Anyway, big voices, excited fighting voices. I'll find something within that radius. What do you mean? I told you, you know what I mean, better than I do. What's that over there, a greenhouse? I said, what's that over there? Yes. Yes, it is. Yeah. Well, I'll try the hedge, maybe. I'll find something sooner or later. Russia, why didn't I listen to you? You said I should rest. Instead, look what I've started. Now, nothing by the hedge. Greenhouse, huh? There's a line. A line from the end of the hedge to the peach tree. An imaginary line, but has to stop somewhere. He can't go farther than that. Wait a minute. How about the tool shed back there? No, I guess not. The peach tree. Guess I might as well circle around and take a look at this. He's going to cross it. He's going to cross the line. Now I have to stop him. I have to, Marsha. I have to stop him. Hey, what's the matter with you, Mr. Gentle? I have heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play have, by the very cunning of the scene, been struck so to the soul that presently they have proclaimed their malifactions. For murder, though it have, no tongue will speak with most miraculous organ. Yeah. Yeah, I know, Shakespeare. Yes, what you're trying to do isn't it? Trying to make me confess. Thanks for being so obliged. Make me confess that I shot her out here last night. You what? Of course I did it, of course. You guessed the minute you saw me. How can man hide the guilt of his mind? But I still have the gun that I used last night. Oh, God, forgive me. Well, she warned me that I'd have a breakdown, Mr. Valentine. Yes, you've got to kill him. What else? You've got to kill him. Murder is not a matter of killing. George. It's all right now, Angel. I called you before, but then I looked out and I saw... Didn't you hear the car come up the drive? The car? Yes. The car with Mrs. Gendle. Marsha. Your wife. My... My... Marsha. No, no, Brooksy. You'll be OK. Oh, but George, I thought she was dead too. I know, I know. So did I, Brooksy. Until I began to realize he told me he'd killed her out here last night with a gun. Huh? Well, if Rosea could hear voices, Rosea could certainly hear a gun. Oh, yeah. Well, George, Marsha is with Dr. Will. What? But another doctor came back with them. Oh, yeah, I see. I guess there was something secret between Marsha and Will's. She must have run to him after the big fight last night. She knew she was right and her husband was wrong. He did need help. But what she didn't know was that the thing she was so worried about had already begun. What thing? She didn't know about his breakdown, Brooksy, that started last night. She didn't know that he'd commit murder in his mind. George. Hmm? What you thinking about? Oh, I was just thinking... Brooksy, did I count too much on something? I mean, you did tell me that you looked all over the place and hadn't found anything, but still... George, didn't you look in the greenhouse before we left? Well, no, as a matter of fact, of course not. Marsha was back and I knew that... Well, I looked there, darling. It didn't have room for a pin-metal on her body. The greenhouse was crowned at the door with dry grassy bulbs for next year, flats of flowers. 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