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Come on, Snowy, let's be having you.

Snowy!

What is it, George?

Snowy's not in her compound, sir. And the door was open.

Well, didn't you lock it last night?

I'd take a note on it, sir.

She must be in the ground somewhere.

Well, she's not that small, George. We'd be bound to see her.

Oh, we can't have lost Snowy, sir.

Not an elephant.

Hello, Mrs. Cale. I didn't hear you come in.

The way you're staring at that thing, I'm not surprised.

What do you think you're doing?

I was watching it grow.

Yoga. It's a very good method of improving the concentration.

There must be other ways with more positive results.

Do you know any? What do you suggest?

Well, you could stalk big game. That develops your concentration very

I don't think I like to live as dangerously as that.

Then you couldn't do better than watching daffodils grow.

Do you miss your hunting days?

Sometimes, why? I heard of a job that might interest you.

A job where?

Noah's Ark.

Oh, no, Marshall's Private Zoo.

Wasn't that in the news recently?

The elephant that disappeared last week?

You wouldn't be interested in that, would you, Steve? Now, why should I be

interested in a missing elephant?

Why should you steer me towards a job at Nazar? I thought it'd be a change for

you. They want a resident zoological director.

I should ring them.

Are you serious?

Oh, don't tell me you don't want to.

Well, if you're going to sit there staring at daffodils, yes, I do.

tidy this morning, Noah. The West African accommodation bills, I seem to

lost them.

You haven't got them. They're in the file.

In the file?

Uh -huh. I could have sworn I'd left them on this desk.

Just the total, please, Brenda.

Uh, 110 pounds, 15 and 6.

110 pounds. What are you doing?

I'm making up the Prague account.

It's done, Noah. The only thing to be added are Mr. Coniston's expenses for

delivery of the server.

Brenda, without you, Noah's awkward founder.

Now, when's Lou Coniston due back from Prague?

On tonight's flight.

Oh, good.

What have we got to move this week?

Well, Lou's taking the two Rhodesian bears to Hamburg.

Then there's a stork for Bristol and a leopard for Paris.

Yes?

Oh, yes, let her through.

Well, that's all right. Mr. Marshall's expecting her.

Oh? And who am I expecting?

Mrs. Gale.

Mrs. Gale?

Oh, yes, yes, good.

What else have we got to move?

Only the kangaroo.

Kangaroo?

Nothing for you to worry about, Noah.

He's joining the circus in Rome next week.

What has, the boxer?

I wouldn't know.

Most of them for zoos, though, aren't they?

Oh, yes.

Last year we handled over 600 animals.

Only 20 of them were for selfishness and private collectors.

Oh, Derek.

There's the office.

Thank you.

Mrs. Gale? Yes.

Won't you come in, please? Thank you.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Gale.

I'm Noah Marshall. How do you do?

This is Miss Patterson. She does all the work around here.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Well... Now, I understand... Oh, do you mind?

No, no, no, not at all.

Well, I understand your interest in collecting for me, Miss Gale.

Any particular continent in mind?

That's up to you, isn't it?

Well, I've got four men on safari at the moment.

One's in Peru, one in the Seychelles, two others in India, I think it is. Oh,

finished a job in West Africa last week. A young servile for the Prague Zoo.

Very loose of animals.

Did you get one?

Yes, a beauty. Like a young leopard.

Who made the cat?

Lou Coniston.

That's a familiar name.

He's one of the best.

For the past five years, he's done all my expeditions for me.

Ever since I had words with his lordship up there.

I take it that you were a hunter, Mrs. Gale?

Yes, for a while in Kenya. My husband farmed there. When he died, I supported

myself taking safaris.

Hmm. But you do realize that...

This is the only ammunition that we use.

The anesthetic dart.

That's right.

And in that type of gun.

That's a Bannerman and Kemp, isn't it? May I see it? Yes, of course.

I only heard of the company a couple of years ago. Brenda introduced me to it.

They're a small company.

They do beautiful work.

Yes. There's just one problem with collecting, Mrs. Gale.

Hunters are normally so individual.

And at Noah's Ark you need teamwork, is that it?

Yes. You see, we're not a zoo in the ordinary sense of the word. I mean, we

collect for other zoos. The animals come here and pass through quarantine,

health regulations, customs.

No longer than is necessary.

They stay here, apart from the pets, of course.

Like your albino elephant.

Snowy.

Yes.

Look, I suggest that you stay with us for a couple of days and watch how we

work. And then in your own good time, you can decide if you'll be happy here.

Fair enough?

Fair enough. Good.

Oh, Brenda, make out a pass for the grounds for Mrs. Gale, will you? Yes.

If you should want me, I'm always here.

Thank you. I'll leave your path at the gate, Mrs. Gale. Right.

Oh, um... George!

Show Mrs.

Gale the cages, will you?

Alice.

Well, that's a very impressive woman.

She's obviously impressed you.

Oh, you don't like her, huh?

Well, she's a remarkable person, I'll admit that.

But?

Rather individualistic, don't you think?

What woman isn't?

Oh, hello, my dear.

Concentrating? Absolutely.

On the hooping crane situation?

One family hatched an egg and the world's hooping crane population went up

2%. That's encouraging.

Yes, isn't it?

Well, how did you get on at Noah's Ark this morning? I think Noah Marshall

approved of me. He wants to see if I'll fit into the team.

How will he do that?

By watching me, watching them, I suppose.

Officially, I'm supposed to stay there a few days, observing their procedures.

Well, if you observe their procedures closely enough, you may see a small

elephant, or snowy.

See, she's been missing for a week.

I doubt very much if she's on the premises.

Poor little creature. I hate to think of her wandering about the countryside,

unrecognized, lost, hungry.

Your sudden concern for our four -footed friends is touching, but not very

convincing. Over the past few years, the UNESCO reports on wildlife

preservations in the African states shows a marked increase in illegal

of male elephants.

Soft ivory.

An average pair of tusks can weigh anything up to 50 pounds.

Profitable business, but it has political implications.

You mean outsiders are profiting from what the African states claim could be a

lucrative industry?

If the smuggling isn't stopped by us, and soon, there'll be embarrassing

questions at the next UNESCO meeting.

Why is Snowy so important?

You do realise she's a very small female with no tusks at all?

The only clue we've got.

Now, if we find out who took her, she must have gone voluntarily.

Then we've got another lead.

With your experience, you ought to be able to pick up the spore.

After all, she is an elephant, and white to boot.

Whose spoor will you be following?

Oh, I may be concentrating on the decline of the muskox.

Or the panda population. I don't know. I haven't made up my mind yet.

Well, don't be surprised if you get a telegram saying I'm in West Africa

collecting an Anguantibo.

I thought you were helping Noah Marshall at the office.

He has a very efficient secretary for that.

Influential, too. She even chose his gunsmith for him. Gunsmith? Which one?

Bannerman and Kemp.

Good taste.

In guns.

Good morning, sir. Good morning to you. I'm very interested in that gun you have

there on display on the window.

Exquisite workmanship, sir.

A single -action flintlock. May I?

Oh, please do.

I should say about 1650.

That's quite correct, sir.

The original is in the Royal United Services Museum.

This is a replica?

Yes, sir.

That's very impressive. I could have sworn... Who made it? Our man, sir.

Yes, Mr. Gurley.

I'd like to congratulate Mr.

Gurley. Joseph!

Yes? He's been with the firm for over 20 years now. You wanted me, Mr. Gritch?

Yes. I understand that you made this, Mr. Gurley.

That's correct, sir. I must congratulate you. This is superb you don't get

craftsmanship like this these days.

Thank you, sir. Yes, I admit I'm tolerably pleased with the embossing on

stock. Ah.

How much is it?

200 guineas, sir.

Well, if you'll excuse me, sir, I must get back to work. Of course, Mr. Gurley.

I'll take it.

Thank you, sir.

My check be all right?

Certainly, sir.

Oh, it'll... It'll grace any collection, Mr... Steed.

Payable to Bannerman and Kemp, please, Mr. Steed.

Bannerman and Kemp. Oh, don't you supply guns to Noah's Earl?

That's quite correct.

Oh, charming man, Mr. Marshall.

Used to be a first -class hunter.

Are you a hunter, sir?

Well, I'm considering a safari.

Thank you, sir. Oh, well, perhaps in that case we might be able to help you.

As you can see, we stock everything that the hunter might need.

Elephant guns?

Of course, sir.

I'm going after an albino.

The white elephant.

Oh, really? How very interesting.

I understand they're rather rare.

Where would you be going?

India? Burma?

I thought I might try the home counters.

It's not the same place without Snowy. You were her keeper?

A loser's more like it, Mrs. Gale.

I spent my life with elephants.

But all these years with Mr. Marshall, never had anything like this.

Well, George, have you seen Miss Patterson?

Oh, yes, sir. She went to the storeroom about 15 minutes ago. Oh, new cages

arrived then? Yes, sir. Miss Steven's just delivered them. Good. We'll ask her

to call into the office before she leaves, will you? Very well, sir.

Here. There's no word, is there?

No, I'm afraid not.

You, uh, all right for duty tonight?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'll be all right.

Excuse me, Mr. Garland.

Yes.

This is his first time on night since Snowy disappeared.

He's taken it rather badly, hasn't he? Well, he's very fond of her.

I think you all were.

You said something about cages just now. Is something interesting around?

Oh, no, they're empty.

We're sending some animals to the Hamburg Zoo in a couple of days.

Do you have them specially made?

Yes. Isn't that expensive?

Well, it used to be.

But Brenda introduced me to a company who work in very strong alloys.

Jordan and Moss.

Cages are made to measure and we save on the air freight.

You made a science of it. Not me.

Brenda.

How did you find her?

Well, she's an old friend of Luke Coniston's.

They met in South Africa in 53.

Brenda was looking for a job when she came back to London. They bumped into

other and, well, I had a vacancy in the office.

Seems to work out very well.

Yes. She's one of the most reliable people I've ever met.

We've loaded everything that was sent to us. I'll put in the rest later.

Miss Penston?

You frightened me, George.

I'm sorry, miss.

Mr. Marshall would like to see you in the office before you leave.

All right.

Did he see you?

I hope not.

For his sake.

Is this Snowy?

Yes.

What do you think has happened to her?

I'm afraid she's dead.

Why? Why should anyone want to kill her?

I just can't understand it.

There's absolutely no reason for stealing her.

Yet she'd been missing for the past week without a trace.

How long had you had her?

Five years.

There's another problem.

What am I going to say to the owner when he turns up?

You didn't know, did you? No.

No, she belongs to an anthropologist named Lawrence.

He found her in the Burmese jungle when she was a baby.

She was very attached to him.

He gave her to you for safekeeping?

No, I never even met him.

I sent Luke Coniston out on an expedition to Burma, and he came across

Lawrence's camp.

But Lawrence had disappeared.

disappear. Yes.

Oh, Coniston made a search, but he found nothing.

Then he took Snowy back to Rangoon.

I flew out and asked permission to keep her.

Eventually, the authorities agreed.

You're lucky.

Yes, but there were strings attached.

If Lawrence should turn up within the next seven years, well, then I've got to

return Snowy to him.

Well, it seems unlikely.

In any case, how would you know it was Lawrence? Oh, we've got a photograph.

Coniston found it on a roll of film in the camp.

You wanted me to know? What?

Oh, did I?

Oh, yes.

First thing in the morning.

Make another reservation on that flight to Hamburg.

What are you going?

No, no, Mrs. Gale.

Oh. A good experience for her. Thank you.

Shall I bill the client?

No, no, company expenses, Brenda. Well, here we are.

It's not a very good one, but it was the last one that was taken.

You're sure he's dead?

Well, he must be.

Even a trained hunter couldn't have lived alone for more than a few weeks in

that jungle.

My dear chap, keep your safety catch on.

When the quarry's in my sights.

What quarry?

I've an idea that Coniston won't come back from the next delivery.

You mean run out, Ernest? He's already sold out one man.

He'd do it again if it was worth it.

And the next consignment is?

Coniston's worked very well for five years now.

Oh, you're way off target.

Do you think I'd travel halfway across the world jeopardizing everything on an

idle hunt?

What will you do to him?

Never you mind.

Oh, Mr. Fitch. Oh, Professor Lawrence. The last one's finished, sir. Not before

time. I've only got one pair of hands. There was a lot to do. Well, now we'll

have to finish loading at the zoo, and that's dangerous. Well, it suits me

perfectly. Well done, Joseph. I'm delighted.

So am I, sir, considering the way that lathe has been acting up. What's the

matter with it? It's overheated. It always gets hot. No, it's never been as

as this, Mr. Fitch. Come and see.

My dear Fitch.

Fitch? Yes?

I must speak to you as if happy. After all, he is the backbone of our

organization. Now then, Mr. Pitch, put your hand on that lathe.

Oh, yes, exactly.

It's never been as hot as that before.

All right, I'll get it seated.

I'll see what that is.

Oh, careful of the dust, Professor.

It's valuable.

I do admire a thorough man, Joseph.

Waste not, want not, Professor.

That's what I say.

Could you repair this for me?

We'll do our best, sir.

Oh, dear.

A twin barrel derringer.

You don't see many of these about these days. A friend of mine inherited it from

her great aunt.

Really? A beautiful piece of work.

My friend's great aunt wouldn't have agreed with you.

Oh? Now, her husband was a gambler, but he was a very bad loser.

And he...

Shot his opponent at the end of a card game. It cost him five years.

Now, do you see how this fits there?

Oh, yes, sir.

But I'm afraid we don't do this kind of work. Oh, dear.

However, I could send along to the Ivory Smiths down to the end of the road.

That's very kind of you. I can recommend them highly. Thank you. If you just

call in a day or two's time, sir, it should be ready then. Thank you. Good

afternoon. Good afternoon, Mr. Thiel.

How are things on Animal Farm?

Tense. Any news of George?

Yes, he was murdered.

Put into the meat store?

Unconscious.

Post -mortem showed contusions on the back of the skull. That's not for

publication. Do you think he found out who took Snowy?

He was on to something.

Possibly this.

What is it?

Ivory. That's Central African.

It's a terrific quality, just like this.

Soft ivory.

There's no grain. It's a warm and mellow tint, and it's very valuable.

Especially when smuggled. Where does the dust come from?

Bannerman and Kemp's.

Now, they're gunsmiths, and they don't work in ivory at all.

Well, where are they getting it from?

Possibly from Noah Marshall's zoo, with all that coming and going of animals in

cages. It's a perfect cover. Who'd think of looking in a cage with a...

Black Panther, in that phrase.

Indeed.

They have their cages specially made, too, by a company called Jordan and

Well, she better pay them a visit.

You know, Marshall didn't own Snowy.

Oh, whose was she? An anthropologist named Lawrence found her in the Burmese

jungle. Marshall got custody of her five years ago when Lawrence disappeared.

Check. Hmm, disappeared where?

In Burma.

Coniston was there at the time.

And Lawrence hasn't been heard of since?

No.

First Lawrence, then Snowy, now George.

Obviously the elephant isn't the rogue.

Have you seen the paper, Professor?

Why?

Snowy's keeper was found hanged last night.

Was he?

I don't think it was an accident.

Don't you?

I thought we said no violence. My dear Fitch, I've deprived myself of a great

many things, devoted a lot of time and effort to this endeavour, and nobody,

that includes you, will tell me what I may or may not do.

Why did I allow myself to be persuaded to join forces with you?

This was an old, established firm with an enviable reputation. And an owner

a gambler's itch.

You need me. I only need Joseph.

Remember, I know nothing about that. It all distresses me greatly.

We can't go on with this consignment. Why not?

It's too dangerous.

Well, delay is out of the question for two reasons. First, our clients must not

be kept waiting.

And the second?

Coniston.

What time was George's last entry in the log?

Oh, let's see now.

Come back here, Samba.

Here we are.

2 .30 a .m., grounds checked.

How many times a night does that happen?

Oh, usually twice.

At set intervals?

Well, the men are supposed to make spot checks, but they get into a routine of

checking at 2 .30 a .m. and again at 4 .30 a .m. And between checks?

Well, they're in here.

You can see the grounds from the window.

Could I see the log for the night Snowy vanished?

Yes, of course.

George was on duty then, you remember?

Here we are.

11 .30 p .m.

Bengal Tiger to London Docks. Where was it going?

Mr. Coniston was delivering it to the Antwerp Zoo.

Thank you. Anything else?

Oh, just George's routine checks.

Let me see now.

All right, here we are.

2 .25 and six... Six?

He broke the pattern. You said it was usually 4 .30.

Yes, but if anything had happened, he would have mentioned it.

Would he?

Suppose he dozed off.

Imagine how he must have felt when he discovered that his lapse had cost you

loss of the most valuable animal in the zoo.

Oh, but George wouldn't fall asleep on duty.

He was the most hard -working keeper I've ever known.

He was an hour and a half late. Yes, but that doesn't make any difference.

Oh, hello, Lou. Hello, Noah.

I've just heard the news.

It's terrible.

Oh, by the way... Are you a reporter? No, no, I'm... This is Lou Coniston,

Gale. This is Mrs. Catherine Gale. How do you do? She'll be working with us.

may be doing some expeditions for us. Oh, give me a chance to shake off some

the travel dust. Well, there's nothing that's definite yet. But Mrs. Gale is

going to Hamburg, will you, Lou?

To be experienced.

At last, someone to talk to outside of a cage.

How do you do?

Can I help you?

My principals are interested in the trainers.

We do quite a business in them. In fact, our products are known throughout the

international market.

Quadrupeds?

Bicycle. What mainly interests your principals?

Strength? Or would they like a bit of weight?

Perhaps I might be a selection.

Of course.

They're very light.

In fact, the wearer hardly knows they're on.

Except for a certain limitation of movement.

Quite.

We're able to offer a substantial reduction on that particular model.

Export order cancelled due to a political upheaval.

Now we're overstocked.

Bad luck.

Of course, we don't recommend that these are worn for long periods.

In fact, we require assurances to the contrary before we part with them.

On behalf of my principles, I give you my word, there'll be no abuse.

We also have a complete line of more common things, but I think... That's a

trifle mundane for my principles.

Ah, you want something with flair, I take it.

That's it, yes. Is this an export order?

Yes, it is.

Oh, that makes it much easier, you know.

So many regulations apply for domestic things.

But in the overseas market, you can kind of let yourself go a bit, eh?

Exactly.

Is that for use with bipeds?

No, quadrupeds. An order for a zoo.

But if your principals are interested, it could always be adapted.

I'll bear that in mind.

Oh, there is one thing I think I should mention.

We deal only in sterling.

Other currencies are slower.

Unstable these days.

Quite, yes.

We wouldn't want to be caught with our chains down, would we?

out an order for your principal?

That's very kind of you. I'd like a sample. I think I'll take one of these.

course, Mr. Thiem. On second thoughts, I think I will have a special restrainer

for a quadruped. A quadruped, certainly.

What size?

Oh, silly of me.

Not very large.

A small white elephant.

I'm scared.

No, don't be.

If you'd been here this morning, you wouldn't say that.

The place was crawling with police.

So?

They might have found something.

Investigating an accident.

I think we should postpone tonight's shipment.

The largest we've ever had.

No, no, Brendan. What about our plans?

We'll load tonight.

If you insist.

Who's taking George's place? Me.

You fix him.

What do you mean?

Drug him like you did George the night Snowy disappeared. How many times do I

have to tell you? I know nothing about that. Well, someone here must have been

in on it. All right. It could have been George himself. Noah, perhaps.

Well, even you're not above suspicion.

Oh, yes, I am. I was in Antwerp, remember, with a Bengal tiger.

Well, it wasn't me.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'd be angry if you lied to me.

What are we going to do about Noah?

We can't load with him prowling around the place.

How did he take his coffee?

What?

His coffee. How does he like it?

Black with two lumps of sugar. Why?

Good.

Put a drop of this on his sugar.

That'll sweeten his coffee.

What happens when he wakes up?

No, you'd think he'd dozed off. He'll check the grounds thoroughly, but he

find anything missing.

Not this time.

It's a clever idea.

Yes, I thought you'd like it.

Now, about my expenses, shall we start on my expenses?

Haven't you done yet? I'm nearly finished, sir. Thank heavens. When do

deliver to Miss Patterson's plant?

In heaven tonight.

She'll take me. The zoo later. And Coniston will help her. Yes.

What are you going to do?

Supervise the loading, then I should go on to Hamburg and meet the shipment when

it arrives.

Keeping your sights on Coniston? Oh, firmly.

He won't be alone.

Who'll be with him? A woman.

Her name is Mrs. Gale.

Perhaps I can interest her in becoming Coniston's successor.

Successor? This is Coniston's last safari for us.

Answer the phone, Fitch.

Bannerman and Kemp, good evening.

Yes.

I see.

All right, I'll let you know later.

That was Madge.

Well? It appears our friend, Mr. Steed, has been to the factory.

Curious, that.

First of all, he wanted a gun to shoot a white elephant.

Now he wants a cage to put it in.

I wonder whether he's an amateur or a professional hunter.

Land's a blotchable sardine.

Is that Mr. Wormsley?

Oh, it is. I'm speaking on behalf of... Mrs. Gale.

Yes,

we want to inquire about a disappearance in Burma five years ago of a Professor

Lawrence.

Eh?

Thaddeus Lawrence.

Well, there could only be one.

Thank you very much. Yes, if you'd ring me at Whitehall 001. You got that?

Bye.

Well, elephants, they have long trunks, long noses, they trumpet a lot,

and they never forget.

They remember people.

People they love, people they hate.

To try and steal an elephant that hates you, you might as well run for your

life. If they love you, you can walk. Now, Snowy loved Coniston, George,

Marshall, and Lawrence.

Now, George wouldn't want to pinch what he'd already had. Coniston was on his

way to Antwerp.

Marshall owned him.

Unless Lawrence turned up alive, which he hasn't.

Or has he?

If he did, Snary would remember him. She'd get his scent.

She'd trumpet and attract attention.

To what?

Now, if Lawrence is alive, what's he been doing all this time? Something

illegal?

He's a hunter. Smuggling,

smuggling, smuggling. That's it.

He's been hunting in Africa.

And sending the ivory back to Marshall at the zoo. Oh.

Here's a bun for you, Snowy.

What time is it?

Half past one.

We should hurry up.

Look.

How long before it takes effect?

A few seconds.

The sooner I'm home, the happier I'll be.

I know.

Come on.

He's dead to the world.

Now we've got the place to ourselves.

Let's unload the car.

Good evening, Mr. Gourlay. Mr. Steed.

I just dropped by to say that I won't be needing that elephant gun after all.

You came here at this time of night to tell me that?

You or Mr. Fitch.

I've got myself an elephant.

A small white one answers to the name of Snowy. You're working very late, Mr.

Gourlay. What do you really want, Mr. Steed? A little chat with you. Hey,

a nice piece of ivory.

Yes. I was making something for a friend. Well, that's really exquisite

Must be worth a good deal.

What do you want to talk to me about, Mr. Steele? Professor Lawrence.

The professor.

You know him?

Yes. I haven't had that pleasure as yet.

Then you're the lucky one, sir.

Noah? Yes.

You've been drugged.

Professor Lawrence, I presume.

And you must be Mrs. Gale.

Yes. Well, I heard you were working for Noah Marshall. May I ask what you're

doing here at this hour, Mrs. Gale?

Would you accept I'm an animal lover is the answer?

I'm afraid not.

Then I'll have to think of something else, won't I? And rather quickly, you

don't have much time. I keep my circle of acquaintances limited.

That's understandable.

Aren't you forgetting the noise might disturb the others?

Well, there's only my partner and my wife.

Your wife?

Brenda Patterson?

Yes, that's right.

Her partner doesn't appear to know that she's married.

Well, we thought it best to keep him ignorant.

And as we'd like it to stay that way, I now have to decide what to do with you,

Mrs. Gale.

Do you really need a gun to deal with a woman?

No, not really.

You've had a pretty busy five years there, Mr. Gordy. Yes, the professor

says I'm the backbone of the organisation.

Indeed you are.

How does everybody stand to gain from your little endeavours?

I can tell you to the penny, sir. Mr. Fitch keeps books.

Here?

In the shop, sir.

Does Mr. Fitch know that you have that?

I was asked not to tell him.

Asked? The professor, sir, he likes me to keep an eye on things.

But you don't like him.

I do as I'm told, sir.

That way, there's no trouble.

That should make very...

It's a very interesting reading.

I'll take that, please, Mr. Steed.

Thank you.

And now, Joseph, how did you get hold of this?

Well, Mr. Gorey had a key.

I'll deal with you later.

You say anything about me, Mr. Fitch, and I'll tell the professor about that

little bit of ivory.

That was for a friend, eh? I misjudged you, Mr. Gorey. How much does he know?

A little.

Oh, more than a little. It was fascinating, Mr. Fitch.

She told me a great deal.

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Well, what are we going to do with him?

You're an old fox.

Take the line of least resistance, sir. That's what I always say.

We'll wait and telephone Professor Lawrence later when he's had time to

at the zoo.

Much as I abhor violence, he will know what to do.

You should go on safari more often, Mrs. Gale. Your reaction's getting a little

slow.

I think I've got you a place for you.

This way.

In fact...

Pasha's asleep.

I wouldn't disturb him if I were you. He gets rather angry if he's working

before daylight.

Diligence and attention to detail. That's the hallmark of the artist.

The shavings are used for inlaid work and the dust for polish or India ink.

The only waste, in fact, is the carcass of the slaughtered elephant.

The hyenas get that, Mr. Steed. Yes.

No! No! No!

Inlaid eyeballs.

Are they pretty valuable, Mr. Corley?

For heaven's sake, be quiet.

Why? He's flat out.

Is that the lot?

No, there's some more in the car, but one... What's the matter with you?

Nothing. You are nervous, aren't you? Here, let me do it.

He won't wake up. Let me check.

All right, if it'll make you happy, go ahead.

I belong.

Don't go near Pasha's cage.

Why? Mrs. Gale's in there.

Mrs. Gale?

Yes. Don't worry. She'll be as quiet as a mouse.

Where are you?

Brenda?

What's going on?

Now I'm getting nervy.

Did you see him?

Yes. What did you see? I haven't moved a muscle. I'm not talking about Noah.

Who then?

You tell me, Brenda.

What do you mean?

I know he's here.

Who's here?

Tad Lawrence.

You're mad.

No, I'm not.

He's in Kenya.

Why, darling, why?

So what did you say to him just now?

Louie's not here.

Lawrence is 2 ,000 miles away.

He took Snowy, and you helped him do it. Oh, don't be a fool.

You drugged George just like we did Noah.

Stop it. You don't know what you're talking about.

When I showed you that anesthetic bullet, you pretended you didn't

but it was written all over your face you did.

All right.

You've got it all worked out, haven't you?

Then tell me, why did Lawrence take Snowy?

She'd have got his scent.

Started calling out to him and tipped me off.

How can I persuade you? You're wrong. You can't.

Lou, I love you.

We'll see.

But just don't forget that I've already killed one man to protect my interests.

George? Yes, I caught him in here.

He'd found out about the ivory.

If necessary, I'll... Kill Mrs. Gale.

And you, if necessary.

I'm afraid I haven't any peanuts on me.

This is no time for jokes. Get me out of here. Where are the keys?

There's someone ringing now, as always.

Right.

Don't go away.

Steve.

You could have closed the door.

Sorry to disturb you, gentlemen, but where... Could you tell me where the

are? Keys?

Ah.

Thank you very much.

Down, Rover.

You keep an eye on him.

Hello?

Who was that in the office with Marshall and the parrot? Lawrence?

Yes, we met briefly.

And the others?

They're in the storeroom. The car's outside the grounds.

The boxes are still in it, so they'll be out soon.

Oh, if it's not an impertinent question, how did you... It is.

OK, come here.

Remember how George ended up?

Lou. Yes?

He is out there.

I thought so.

Why have you been double -crossing me?

You wouldn't understand.

You're right, I wouldn't.

Well, if it's got to be one of us, Lawrence or me, it's not going to be me.

on outside.

Drop your gun, Coniston!

For the office, we've got to collect your husband.

Your husband?

Fascinating collection.

I wouldn't if I were you. They don't appear to have sent any keys.

Really?

I suppose Madam Restraint trusted me much.

Oh, your principal.

I got something for you. It's a small gesture of my appreciation.

The spoils of victory?

That's very valuable.

You always manage to win something, don't you, Steve?

Whatever anybody else has lost, you pick up your perks and off you go.

Well, I'm an anthropologist, not one of your gang.

And if you want my help again, you'd better have a very good reason.

Is that the law?

No. You're using my experience to cover your indolence.

Indolence? If it hadn't been for me, you'd still be in that tiger's cage.

Well, at least I'd know exactly what I was up against.

Mrs. Gale?

Yes?

You forgot your little gun.

Thank you.