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Murder on the Dirigible

POMELLO: (bends over and picks up shawl on floor) Hey, look at
this, Grandma! Is this your old rag? (all stand and look)

PEABODY: (goes to Pomello) Why, why, it looks like mine. But the
other one—

METCALF: (returns to cabin, followed by Oglethorpe and
MacAllister) All right, all right! What’s going on here? I thought I told
you people to stay put and keep quiet.

(all at once:)
VISHNANDA: This good woman committed a simple error of—
PEABODY: That devil played some kind of trick on me and—
POMELLO: Oh, keep your shirt on, copper; we’re not doing—

METCALF: Stop! (all quiet) Now, let me get this straight. You, there:
Mrs. Whoever-you-are—

PEABODY: Miss Peabody. Miss Millicent Peabody.

METCALF: Yeah, okay: Miss Peabody. What are you doing here in
the aisle?

PEABODY: I thought that awful Swami person had stolen my shawl,
but this lady found it here next to the empty seat.

METCALF: Empty seat? Lady, that’s where Fisk was sitting. How
did your shawl wind up under his body?

PEABODY: Why, I don’t know.

METCALF: Miss Peabody, you begin to interest me. What is your
connection to the deceased?

PEABODY: None whatsoever, young man! I am an honest God-
fearing woman. I have no connection to any man, dead or living.

METCALF: Hmm. Well, what’s your racket, anyway?

PEABODY: Racket?

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