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Murder on the Dirigible

PEABODY: Ah, it is heresy! Satan, I close my ears to your silver-
tongued orator of perdition! (puts hands over ears)

MACALLISTER: (returns with pillow) Here you are, sir. (sees
Peabody, goes to her) Why, Miss Peabody, are you all right? I hope
you’re not having trouble with the altitude: the West Coast Helium
Navigation Company has a policy of flying low enough to avoid
pressurization problems. Would you like some chewing gum to help
your ears pop?

OGLETHORPE: (standing next to MacAllister, after listening to
Peabody and Vishnanda) I don’t think she’s the gum-chewing type,
do you, Miss MacAllister?

MACALLISTER: Please, Mr. Oglethorpe—

OGLETHORPE: Call me Nick.

MACALLISTER: I’m trying to do my job. Now, will you please
return to your seat?

OGLETHORPE: Oh, all right. But don’t expect old “hear-no-evil”
to appreciate your efforts.

PEABODY: (removes hands from ears) I heard that, young man! I’ll
have none of your impertinence! (Oglethorpe retreats) I have never
been so insulted in all my life!

MACALLISTER: Please try to calm yourself, madam. We have a
long flight ahead of us, and the other passengers would like to get
some sleep. (walks to front or compartment) Attention, please! I am
going to turn out the overhead lights in five minutes. Please
remember that there is a restroom in the rear of the cabin, and that I
will be on call throughout the night. Thank you. (walks back into
galley; Fisk gets up and goes into restroom)

GROSS: (goes to rear; knocking heard) Occupied is this room? (to
MacAllister, who comes out with coffee cups on tray) Oh, please to
excuse, Miss. (returns to seat)

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