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Murder on the Dirigible

MATTHEWS: Uh, I had the tee in my flight bag up front, and the
curare, well, I just kept it around for emergencies like this.

METCALF: Aha! That shows premeditation. Well, well. We have a
little problem here: if I arrest you, who’s going to fly this crate to
Frisco? Perkinson isn’t qualified, you said.

MATTHEWS: Gross can do it. He knows how to fly this type of
dirigible.

METCALF: All right. Herr Gross, would you do that?

GPOSS: If navigate can that boy, then the vessel can I steer. (goes
into cockpit)

METCALF: Now, Captain, why don’t you and the stewardess trade
places? (they move around)

GROSS: Move over, young man. The pilot now I am.

PERKINSON: What? Who are you?

GROSS: Hermann Gross, of Delag. The prototype of Golden Cloud
by me was designed before you were born. The captain will not be
back; he has by the policeman been arrested.

PERKINSON: Well, what do you know about that? (returns to own
seat as Gross takes pilot’s seat)

METCALF: Stay here, Miss MacAllister. You still have some
explaining to do. The Captain’s story makes more sense, given what
Mrs. Pomello said about Fisk. That means you were trying to cover
up for Captain Matthews. Why?

MACALLISTER: No! I tell you he didn’t do it! I did.

METCALF: It sounds to me like there’s something between you two.
You’re a bit old for her, Captain, but I’ve seen stranger romances.

MATTHEWS: Not no, that’s not it!

METCALF: What then?
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