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Your accident...
Ah, yes! I was a setup. I was the madetoorder witness. Where is he now?
I don't know... Switzerland?
We'll find him.
I made it.
What are you going to do?
Look at the scene of the crime. Go on in.
Oh, Judy!! When he had all her money, and the freedom and the power... he ditched you? What a shame! But he knew he was safe. You couldn't talk. Didn't he give you anything?
Some money.
And the necklace. Carlotta's necklace. That was your mistake, Judy. One shouldn't keep souvenirs of a killing. You shouldn't have been that sentimental.
What are you going to do?
I loved you, Madeleine.
I was safe when you found me, there was nothing you could prove! But when I saw you again I couldn't run away, I loved you so! I walked into danger and let you change me again because I loved you and wanted you! Scottie, please! You love me now! Love me! Keep me safe!
Love me... keep me safe...
Too late... too late... there's no bringing her back.
Hello.
Scottie, what happened? She's not home, yet.
No, she's all right. She's still here. But I'll get her home soon.
What happened?
She... went into the Bay.
Hello?
Did she hurt herself?
No. She's in fine shape. Nothing to worry about. But she doesn't know. You understand that. She doesn't know what she did.
How'd you get into the shipbuilding business, Gavin?
I married into it.
Interesting business.
No, to be honest, I find it dull.
You don't have to do it for a living.
No. But one assumes obligations. My wife's family is all gone; someone has to look after her interest. Her father's partner runs the company yard in the East Baltimore so I decided as long as I had to work at it, I'd come back here. I've always liked it here.
How long have you been back?
Almost a year.
And you like it.
San Francisco's changed. The things a that spell San Francisco to me are disappearing fast.
Like all this.
I'd like to have lived here then. The color and excitement... the power... the freedom.
Shouldn't you be sitting down?
No, I'm all right.
I was sorry to read about that thing in the papers. And you've quit the force. A permanent physical disability?
No, Acrophobia isn't a crippling thing. It just means I can't climb steep stairs or go to high places, like the bar at the TopoftheMark. But there are plenty of streetlevel bars In this town.
Would you like a drink now?
No... no, thanks. A bit early in the day for spirits. Well, I guess that about covers everything, doesn't it? I never married; I don't see much of the "old college gang"; I'm a retired detective and you're in the shipbuilding business. What's on your mind, Gavin?
Not what you think. We're very happily married.
Then?
I'm afraid some harm may come to her.
From whom?
Someone dead.
Scottie, do you believe that someone out of the past, someone dead, can enter and take possession of a living being?
No.
If I told you I believe that his happened to my wife, what would you say?
I'd say you'd better take her to the nearest psychiatrist, psychologist, neurologist, psychoanalyst, or plain family doctor. And have him check you both.
Then you're of no use to me. I'm sorry I wasted your time. Thank you for coming in, Scottie.
I didn't mean to be that rough.
No, it sounds idiotic, I know. And you're still the hardheaded Scot, aren't you? Always were. Do you think I'm making it up?
No.
I'm not making it up. I wouldn't know how. She'll be talking to me about something, nothing at all, and suddenly the words fade into silence and a cloud comes into her eyes and they go blank... and she is somewhere else, away from me... someone I don't know. I call to her and she doesn't hear. And then with a long sigh she is back, and looks at me brightly, and doesn't know she's been away... can't tell me where... or why...
How often does this happen?
More and more in the past few weeks. And she wanders. God knows where she wanders. I followed her one day.
Where'd she go?
Watched her come out of the apartment, someone I didn't know... walking in a different way... holding her head in a way I didn't know; and get into her car, and drive out to... Golden Gate Park. Five miles. She sat on a bench at the edge of the lake and stared across the water to the old pillars that stand an the far shore, the Portals of the Past. Sat there a long time, not moving... and I had to leave, to got to the office. That evening, when I came home, I asked what she'd done all day. She said she'd driven to Golden Gate Park and sat by the lake. That's all.
Well?
The speedometer of her car showed she had driven 94 miles that day. Where did she go? I have to know, Scottie. Where she goes and what she does, before I got involved with doctors.
Have you talked to the doctors at all?
Yes, but carefully. I'd want to know more before committing her to that kind of care. Scottie
I can get you a firm of private eyes to follow her for you. They're dependable, good boys
I want you.
It's not my line.
Scottie, I need a friend! Someone I can trust! I'm in a panic about this!
How can I see her, to know her?
We're going to an opening at the opera tonight. We'll dine at Ernie's first. Which is easier?
Ernie's.
All right. You won't know what to look for at first, Scottie. Even I, who know her so well, cannot tell, sometimes, when the change has begun. She looks so lovely and normal...
You've done well, Scottie. You're good at your job.
That's Carlotta Valdes.
Yes.
There are things you didn't tell me.
I didn't know where she was going to lead you.
But you knew about this.
Oh, yes. You noticed the way she does her hair.
Something else. My wife, Madeleine, has several pieces of jewelry that belonged to Carlotta. She inherited them. Never wore them, they were too oldfashioned... until now. Now, when she is alone, she gets them out and looks at them handles them gently, curiously... puts them on and stares at herself in the mirror... and goes into that other world... is someone else again.
Carlotta Valdes was what: your wife's grandmother?
Greatgrandmother. The child who was taken from her whose loss drove Carlotta mad and to her death was Madeleine's grandmother.
Well, that explains it. Anyone could develop an obsession for the past, with a background like that.
But she doesn't know, about her background. She never heard of Carlotta Valdes.
Knows nothing of a grave out at Mission Dolores, or an old house an Eddy Street, or a portrait at the Palace of the Legion of Honor?
Nothing.
And when she goes to those places...
She is not my wife.
How do you know all these things she doesn't know?
Her mother told me most of then before she died. I dug out the rest for myself, here.
Why did she never tell her daughter?
Natural fear. Her grandmother went insane and took her own life. And the blood is in Madeleine. Scottie, I ask you to watch her closely.
He had no right to say that. It was my responsibility. You didn't know her. I shouldn't have got you involved.
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No, there's nothing you have to say to me. I'm getting out, Scottie. For good. I can't stay here. I'm winding up her affairs, and mine. I'm going to get as far away as I can. Probably Europe. And I'll probably never come back. Goodbye, Scottie. If there's anything I can do for you before I go...
Doctor, how long is it going to take you to pull him out of this?
It is hard to say. Six months, at least. Perhaps a year. It depends to a certain extent on him.
He won't talk.
No. We have ways of digging out knowledge. But it takes longer. He is suffering from acute melancholia, together with a guilt complex. He blames himself for what happened to the woman. And we know little of the background.
I can give you one thing: he was in love with her.
Ah? That complicates the problem.

Your accident...

Ah, yes! I was a setup. I was the madetoorder witness. Where is he now?

I don't know... Switzerland?

We'll find him.

I made it.

What are you going to do?

Look at the scene of the crime. Go on in.

Oh, Judy!! When he had all her money, and the freedom and the power... he ditched you? What a shame! But he knew he was safe. You couldn't talk. Didn't he give you anything?

Some money.

And the necklace. Carlotta's necklace. That was your mistake, Judy. One shouldn't keep souvenirs of a killing. You shouldn't have been that sentimental.

What are you going to do?

I loved you, Madeleine.

I was safe when you found me, there was nothing you could prove! But when I saw you again I couldn't run away, I loved you so! I walked into danger and let you change me again because I loved you and wanted you! Scottie, please! You love me now! Love me! Keep me safe!

Love me... keep me safe...

Too late... too late... there's no bringing her back.

Hello.

Scottie, what happened? She's not home, yet.

No, she's all right. She's still here. But I'll get her home soon.

What happened?

She... went into the Bay.

Hello?

Did she hurt herself?

No. She's in fine shape. Nothing to worry about. But she doesn't know. You understand that. She doesn't know what she did.

How'd you get into the shipbuilding business, Gavin?

I married into it.

Interesting business.

No, to be honest, I find it dull.

You don't have to do it for a living.

No. But one assumes obligations. My wife's family is all gone; someone has to look after her interest. Her father's partner runs the company yard in the East Baltimore so I decided as long as I had to work at it, I'd come back here. I've always liked it here.

How long have you been back?

Almost a year.

And you like it.

San Francisco's changed. The things a that spell San Francisco to me are disappearing fast.

Like all this.

I'd like to have lived here then. The color and excitement... the power... the freedom.

Shouldn't you be sitting down?

No, I'm all right.

I was sorry to read about that thing in the papers. And you've quit the force. A permanent physical disability?

No, Acrophobia isn't a crippling thing. It just means I can't climb steep stairs or go to high places, like the bar at the TopoftheMark. But there are plenty of streetlevel bars In this town.

Would you like a drink now?

No... no, thanks. A bit early in the day for spirits. Well, I guess that about covers everything, doesn't it? I never married; I don't see much of the "old college gang"; I'm a retired detective and you're in the shipbuilding business. What's on your mind, Gavin?

Not what you think. We're very happily married.

Then?

I'm afraid some harm may come to her.

From whom?

Someone dead.

Scottie, do you believe that someone out of the past, someone dead, can enter and take possession of a living being?

No.

If I told you I believe that his happened to my wife, what would you say?

I'd say you'd better take her to the nearest psychiatrist, psychologist, neurologist, psychoanalyst, or plain family doctor. And have him check you both.

Then you're of no use to me. I'm sorry I wasted your time. Thank you for coming in, Scottie.

I didn't mean to be that rough.

No, it sounds idiotic, I know. And you're still the hardheaded Scot, aren't you? Always were. Do you think I'm making it up?

No.

I'm not making it up. I wouldn't know how. She'll be talking to me about something, nothing at all, and suddenly the words fade into silence and a cloud comes into her eyes and they go blank... and she is somewhere else, away from me... someone I don't know. I call to her and she doesn't hear. And then with a long sigh she is back, and looks at me brightly, and doesn't know she's been away... can't tell me where... or why...

How often does this happen?

More and more in the past few weeks. And she wanders. God knows where she wanders. I followed her one day.

Where'd she go?

Watched her come out of the apartment, someone I didn't know... walking in a different way... holding her head in a way I didn't know; and get into her car, and drive out to... Golden Gate Park. Five miles. She sat on a bench at the edge of the lake and stared across the water to the old pillars that stand an the far shore, the Portals of the Past. Sat there a long time, not moving... and I had to leave, to got to the office. That evening, when I came home, I asked what she'd done all day. She said she'd driven to Golden Gate Park and sat by the lake. That's all.

Well?

The speedometer of her car showed she had driven 94 miles that day. Where did she go? I have to know, Scottie. Where she goes and what she does, before I got involved with doctors.

Have you talked to the doctors at all?

Yes, but carefully. I'd want to know more before committing her to that kind of care. Scottie

I can get you a firm of private eyes to follow her for you. They're dependable, good boys

I want you.

It's not my line.

Scottie, I need a friend! Someone I can trust! I'm in a panic about this!

How can I see her, to know her?

We're going to an opening at the opera tonight. We'll dine at Ernie's first. Which is easier?

Ernie's.

All right. You won't know what to look for at first, Scottie. Even I, who know her so well, cannot tell, sometimes, when the change has begun. She looks so lovely and normal...

You've done well, Scottie. You're good at your job.

That's Carlotta Valdes.

Yes.

There are things you didn't tell me.

I didn't know where she was going to lead you.

But you knew about this.

Oh, yes. You noticed the way she does her hair.

Something else. My wife, Madeleine, has several pieces of jewelry that belonged to Carlotta. She inherited them. Never wore them, they were too oldfashioned... until now. Now, when she is alone, she gets them out and looks at them handles them gently, curiously... puts them on and stares at herself in the mirror... and goes into that other world... is someone else again.

Carlotta Valdes was what: your wife's grandmother?

Greatgrandmother. The child who was taken from her whose loss drove Carlotta mad and to her death was Madeleine's grandmother.

Well, that explains it. Anyone could develop an obsession for the past, with a background like that.

But she doesn't know, about her background. She never heard of Carlotta Valdes.

Knows nothing of a grave out at Mission Dolores, or an old house an Eddy Street, or a portrait at the Palace of the Legion of Honor?

Nothing.

And when she goes to those places...

She is not my wife.

How do you know all these things she doesn't know?

Her mother told me most of then before she died. I dug out the rest for myself, here.

Why did she never tell her daughter?

Natural fear. Her grandmother went insane and took her own life. And the blood is in Madeleine. Scottie, I ask you to watch her closely.

He had no right to say that. It was my responsibility. You didn't know her. I shouldn't have got you involved.

I I

No, there's nothing you have to say to me. I'm getting out, Scottie. For good. I can't stay here. I'm winding up her affairs, and mine. I'm going to get as far away as I can. Probably Europe. And I'll probably never come back. Goodbye, Scottie. If there's anything I can do for you before I go...

Doctor, how long is it going to take you to pull him out of this?

It is hard to say. Six months, at least. Perhaps a year. It depends to a certain extent on him.

He won't talk.

No. We have ways of digging out knowledge. But it takes longer. He is suffering from acute melancholia, together with a guilt complex. He blames himself for what happened to the woman. And we know little of the background.

I can give you one thing: he was in love with her.

Ah? That complicates the problem.