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Caption This! - 1995-Gerard and Daphne-Summer of '70 / Re: Episode #1086
« on: June 30, 2017, 05:17:25 PM »
Too perfect!!
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The atmosphere in the dining room of Collinwood was solemn. Mrs. Johnson served with a sad expression on her matronly face. Seated at the table were Elizabeth, Roger, Todd, Julia, Stokes and Maggie. No one seemed to have any desire for conversation. As a result there were frequent long periods of silence. For all the poignant grief she felt, Elizabeth managed to maintain a very good front before the others. She in- quired if the roast beef was sufficiently well done and urged them all on to enjoy the meal. She even kept up the pretense of eating, although little of the food on her own plate disappeared. Roger showed none of his usual coldness. He was also solicitous of their guests and did his best to keep the conversation going. "I'll trust we'll have no more wet weather for a while," he said. Julia Hoffman picked up the cue. "So do I," she agreed. "More rain could be ruinous to the farm crops and we've had quite enough of it." "Especially the thunder and lightening storms," Maggie spoke up, trying to do her part. "They frighten me." Professor Stokes offered her one of his dignified smiles. "I don't want to upset you, Miss Evans. But I believe the long term weather reports predict that this year we shall have more than the usual amount of thunderstorms. So you may expect one soon again." Roger said, "Then I don't put too much stock in weather reports. They are too often wrong." Professor Stokes looked affronted. "I'm referring to the New York Times long term weather report, to be precise. And over the years I've seldom found it wrong." Todd, looking pale, said grimly, "We have plenty of things to worry about besides the weather." They became silent, all thinking about Carolyn. "It has been a tragic year for us at Collinwood," Eliza- beth agreed quietly. "But then this is only a very small part of the world." Todd's boyish face was almost reproachful. "It happens that this small area is the nearest and dearest to us," he said. "So what takes place here holds the most importance to our group." "And rightly," Professor Stokes nodded wisely. Roger glanced Jeff's way. "Done any painting lately?" "No," he replied rather awkwardly, "not since"--he hesitated, too late realizing what he was saying--"not since Nancy Hodiak was murdered." There was an unhappy silence. Then Roger said solemnly, "That was the start of the tragedies here." Julia Hoffman said quietly, "You are forgetting the attack on Daphne Budd." "Of course," Roger admitted with some embarrass- ment, I don't know why I did that." Elizabeth sighed "So much has happened in so short a time." "True," Stokes said. "It is my opinion that the police are not able to cope with this type of criminal." Julia flashed him a warning glance across the table. "None of us are too well qualified to follow your esoteric deductions. I think you should save them for some other time." The stout man took the hint and his face flamed crimson. "Sorry. The table is not the place to discuss such matters. My apologies to you all." Elizabeth's attention had been caught and she sur- prised the others by telling the professor, "I think you have a perfect right to talk about your deductions con- cerning the crimes at any time. After all, we are close friends. We are all of us part of a close circle. No one should take offense. And I, for one, would be interested in anything you have to offer." Professor Stokes looked both pleased and embarrassed. "That is most kind of you, dear lady," he said. "But I believe Julia is right. What I have to offer is of such small importance it is better postponed." Roger, with a shade of his old stern manner said, "I think the police are criticized too often in instances like this. We mustn't be too quick to condemn them." Todd commented unhappily, "Still I maintain there have been enough unsolved crimes in the area. The police should come up with something." |
In certain publicity stills, it's quite obvious that Carolyn is indeed going commando. I guess it depends on the lighting.
Darkness had cloaked the ancient estate. And the shadows covered David in the deep hole by the indoor swimming pool where he'd toppled earlier while playing with his ball. Now he began to slowly stir and moan. After a little he opened his eyes. His head was aching. Aching as he'd never known it to before. He touched his hand to it and winced at the pain. Gradually he began to sort out what had happened in his mind and where he was. Faint and dizzy, he struggled to his feet. The darkness of the deserted building frightened him. Fortunately he knew his way around it fairly well from his many visits there. He laboriously climbed up on the planking. Then he walked along the planks and looked into the swim- ming pool area. David stood there still somewhat stunned. He glanced up at the broken skylight through which the moon bathed the pool with an eerie blue light. he had no idea what time it was, but he knew it must be late. And he ruefully though of his father's rage at his disobeying him by coming to the pool and the reception he might expect at Collinwood. He'd missed his dinner and probably upset everyone as well. The sooner he got back home the better. He turned to leave. Suddenly from the distant shadows there came a thin, ghostly voice. "David!" The boy spun around and stared into the grim dark- ness of the cavernous place. he was too startled to utter a sound. The voice came again and now it had a familiar ring. "David!" He didn't dare believe his ears. Finally managing to speak, he cried, "Who is it? Who's calling me?" The phantom replied, "I'm here, David. Come and see me!" David's eyes widened with astonishment. It was Carolyn! Carolyn, whose body he had seen carried into the mausoleum only that afternoon! Carolyn, who was dead! He stared in the darkness, a frightened boy. Carolyn? Is it really you? "Yes. Keep coming to me, David," the thin voice said. "I want so much to see you." David began to move slowly along the walkway through the shadowed gloom. He moved past the giant pillars which reflected the faint moonlight, then hesitated for a moment. "Carolyn, I knew you weren't dead! I knew it! I knew it!" The thin voice beckoned him. "Over here, David. Over here. I'm waiting for you." David reached the end of the walkway and peered into the darkness. From out of a shadowed corner he saw her emerge and step into a shaft of moonlight, in a long trans- parent gown, her face deathly pale. She moved toward him slowly, her arms outstretched to him. David watched her with growing fear. Without understanding, he knew that this strange manifestation of Carolyn posed a threat for him. "Go away," he said in a tremulous tone as he started to inch back from her. Carolyn came closer to him. "You mustn't be afraid, David!" "You're not really Carolyn," he pretested in a fright- ened voice as he tried to escape her. His eyes fixed on her in eerie fascination. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said, her pale face showing a weird blank look, and her voice thin and un- real. "I don't believe you," the boy protested, ready to make a break for it and run at the first opportunity. Carolyn coaxed, "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you." Now she was very near him. Suddenly she opened her mouth to reveal two glistening fangs as she made a grab for him. Horrified, David jumped out of the way and screamed. "Stay away from me!" he cried. "You're dead!" And with that he turned and ran wildly back along the walkway. |