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This is the case.

I will show you.

Heat insulated, inside sterile.

And, of course, not to be touched, not
to be opened, and not to be disturbed in

any way. Of course.

You have made your arrangements about
this?

Yes. Please get on with it, Dr. Villner.

This tube will contain citrated blood,
the best medium for transport of the

grafts. You understand?

Fascinating. You will ensure the case
remains sealed during transit. Of

I'll be able to guard it for you, don't
worry.

Now, what happens this end when these
return from Switzerland?

Another operation.

Just as delicate.

We take these, which represent the
tissue grafts of the cornea, and

them to another patient.

I wouldn't have thought that was
possible.

Oh, it is.

Difficult, but not impossible.

With the right resources.

Nothing is impossible.

Well, that was lovely.

I really enjoyed that.

I suppose I shall dry out eventually.

I'm sorry you were disappointed.

I was trying to broaden your outlook.

The outlook at the moment is distinctly
threatening.

I sat through that abstract lecture on
pro -cognon or magnon art last week.

Complaining bitterly the whole time,
yes.

Anyway, I thought stock car racing just
up your street.

Not in a 4 .3 thunderstorm.

How about some coffee?

It's a marvellous sport, you know. I
understand they're all bank managers and

stockbrokers getting rid of their
frustrations. Have you ever heard of a

called the Mondblick Clinic?

Mond... Blick?

Mean anything to you?

No, should it?

I only wondered. Know a chap called
Halverson?

How about you getting to the point?

As you're closer to the medical field
than I am, I thought perhaps you might

know if Halverson's name had been
mentioned in any of those depressing

professional journals.

Why? Who is he?

He's a millionaire.

It's a start.

And he owns up these rounds of place in
Switzerland called the Mon Blick Clinic.

It's 7 ,000 feet up, and the staff
outnumber the patients five to one.

Why should he be in the news?

He's sponsoring a rather unusual
operation.

Eye surgery.

Oh?

Corneal grafting.

Do you know anything about it? A little,
yes.

What's it got to do with you?

I'm representing your Majesty's
government in the affair.

Does the government know?

In places, yes. No, the broad outline is
this.

The grafts are taken from a donor in
this Monblic clinic place.

Then it's flown over here by private
plane.

Now, everything's supposed to be all
sealed up.

And I, representing the government, and
sterile as well, am supposed to give my

blessing on the affair.

Why you?

Oh, there's some rather odd people
involved.

Sounds to me like an extremely odd
operation altogether.

There's nothing very unusual about
corneal grafting, but why all this

of flying from Switzerland?

What does Halverson have to say about
it?

I don't know. I haven't seen him.

I've talked to all sorts of people, but
not him.

Why not not?

Well, when you're rich, you know, one
learns how not to be talked to.

I'm terribly glad you're taking such an
interest.

I think that you'd have more success
than I've had.

Oh, I'm not talking to him.

I'm going on holiday in three days'
time, remember? Of course you are. All

expenses paid to Switzerland.

Mountain air and sunshine.

What airs do you suggest? The latest
line in travel of Koreans?

I've got a much better setup than that.

Eve, come here a moment, would you?

These plane schedules take off and
landing times.

I'll be there in a moment.

No, run along. He's waiting for you.

The plane schedules are Mr. Steed's
concern, aren't they? We'd better send

copy. Also, Dr. Vilna.

It's a surprise.

I would like to speak to Mr. Halverson,
please. Would you really?

He won't see anybody, you know that.

But she is always... If you're referring
to Dr. Horne, I would remind you that

she and Mr. Halverson are shortly going
to be married.

Now, what can I do for you, hmm?

I'm worried.

Is it a question of money? No, no, no.
This whole thing is... It's very little

to do with you, Milner.

We're paying you to give an anesthetic.

An aesthetic?

You're paying me for my name, Dr. Vilna.
That's what you're paying me for.

Precisely. And we're paying you awfully
well.

So what are you worrying about?

Do you know who I've been speaking to?

Mr. Steed.

And do you know what he has done?

He wants us to meet a friend of his.

A doctor.

A doctor? That's what I said. What for?

How should I know? I thought she would
be here already. She? What's her name?

Mrs. Gaylighting.

She is a doctor. Do you realize what
this means?

In this circumstance, I cannot continue.
You really mustn't get so excited.

We have to make the decisions, not you.

Now, when did you speak to Steed?

He telephoned me about 20 minutes ago,
and I came straight around here.

He said she would be here right away.

Did you know about this?

No, I didn't. You see, I cannot
continue. It would be too dangerous.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Mr. Halverson? No, my name is Amstead.

May I speak to Mr. Halverson? Can we
help you? Mr. Halverson never sees

without an appointment.

I believe Mrs.

Gale has an introduction from our friend
Mr. Steed, isn't that so? That's right.

Well, let me introduce you. This is Dr.
Horne, and this is Dr. Villner of the

Monblic Clinic in Switzerland.

Now then, what...

Little tales, as Mr. Steed's been
telling you about us. He told me you

about to undertake something rather
special by way of experimental surgery.

that right? But I'm afraid he had no
right to tell you anything of the kind.

right at all. Absolutely not.

I'm very sorry.

I didn't want to intrude in any way.

My interest is purely professional, I
assure you. Please excuse us if we seem

upset, Mrs. Gale. You see, we had hoped
to avoid publicity.

You were in the field of ophthalmic
surgery yourself.

No, I've been in research for the last
five years, biochemistry.

But I am interested in the whole field
of tissue grafting. And this seems

something quite new.

That's why Mr. Thede told me about it.

In confidence, of course. Oh, of course.

I see. Well, I'm sorry to have bothered
you.

What I totally fail to understand is why
Steege had asked you to come and see us

at all.

After all, corneal grafting has been
performed before.

Many times.

It was when he told me you'd arranged
special transport for the grafts that I

became interested.

He said you'd designed a special
container, Dr. Villeneuve, is it? Yes,

remember when he described it to me, it
sounded like the sort of thing you'd use

for transporting live grafts. That is
true, but...

You're very astute, Mrs. Gale. You're
right, the

grafts are to be taken from a live
donor.

A live do. Now you can see why we hope
to avoid publicity.

Yes, I can indeed.

It's rather a long and involved story. I
won't bother you with it just now, but

I must beg you to respect our
confidence.

Dr. Villner believes we may lead the way
to a far higher success rate. A new

technique, but one which for the moment
must remain a most private and personal

matter. Do you understand?

Yes, of course I do.

I wouldn't dream of asking any more
questions. Perhaps you'll contact me

on if anything comes of it. Oh, we will.
And meanwhile, you'll keep it to

yourself. There was never any question
of my not doing so.

Thank you. Well, goodbye, Mrs. Gale. Oh,
and could you tell your friend, Mr.

Steed... To try and avoid publicity?
Yes, I'm sure he will.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs. Gale.

I told you. You talk too much, far too
much. I think you'd better go back to

Switzerland. Steiner will help you with
your luggage.

Couldn't I see him for just one moment?

He won't see anyone.

You shall have to be very careful, I
think.

Everything will be all right.

The doctors.

They're skilled and learned surgeons.

What do you think of them, eh? Well, I
know Bill now. At least I've heard of

him. He's Viennese.

Very good, I believe. Steve, they say
they're going to use a live donor.

They can't be.

Why not? People get their kidneys, don't
they?

Yes, but not their eyes.

I can't see how they'd get any advantage
from taking the grafts live.

Normally they're taken from people who
leave them in their wills. There's some

sort of central bank in Paris, I think.

So, on balance, you think the
operation's

unlikely?

Yes, I do.

You sure?

Reasonably, yes.

Reasonably? It's not enough.

Look, I'm afraid you're going to have to
watch it from start to finish.

Mean little homework, but never mind.

Look, Steve, I said I'd go and talk to
these people, that's all. How on earth

you think I can go on pretending to be a
budding -eyed surgeon?

I don't know what you're worried about.

At least two of those are phony
surgeons.

I can't be sure of that.

I've got to be sure.

Now, look, if I interfere and it turns
out to be a perfectly genuine operation,

there'd be such a scream from the Royal
College of Surgeons that they'd spill

all their early morning coffee all over
their lancet.

Then get a second opinion, somebody who
knows more about it.

John.

Good idea.

Think, Charles, do that.

Why not have another try at Halbertson
yourself?

Yeah, I'll do that too.

I didn't mean now. It's a bit late.

It'll help. Put your feet up and enjoy
yourself. Turn the light out and we go.

It's Mr. Stead, isn't it?

Good evening, my name's Harbison.

Good evening, I'm terribly sorry.

There was nobody about, so I came in,
and I'm afraid my curiosity got the

of me. What can I do for you? It's an
unusual hour to call, open to

misinterpretation, I think.

But you're welcome.

Is the door open?

Yes, why?

I'm not often on my own. I must have
forgotten to close out the house.

What did you want to see me about?

Well, mostly to find out if you actually
existed. Up to now, there's been some

sort of doubt, you know.

Oh, I'm real.

You seem to have upset my colleagues,
Mr. Steed. They objected rather strongly

to your sending Mrs. Gale here. But then
perhaps she, too, wanted to know if I

really exist.

She's interested in tissue grafting,
particularly taking from a live donor.

Taking site from there.

And giving it here.

It's disquieting thought.

So he grafts a few.

Quite right.

I wasn't too sure. Even after meeting
you, I wasn't sure.

I expect the psychologists would call it
overcompensating, wouldn't they?

The fact is, Steve, that I am a rich
man.

And like all rich men, I am able to
organize my life to suit my

Which we all have.

Isn't that so? Mm -hmm.

Here, look at this room. Other people
stumble. They find it awkward. It is

designed for me. When did you lose your
sight?

When I was young.

In no ways, matter of fact.

I expect I am, what do you say, bloody
-minded.

There was no need for me to work.

I was a millionaire before I was born.
My father owned sawmills.

That didn't affect you?

No, no.

I could not accept it.

I was already rich. Now I'm richer by
far.

Banking.

I

didn't

realize you were anything of an expert,
Mr. Steele.

Left over from my army days.

Target is defined by a different note,
or should I say pitch.

The ear, therefore, must be trained to
be as fast and as accurate as the eye.

That was quite an achievement. I
congratulate you.

Achievement?

I have achieved enough.

I've built hospitals, bridges.

I was an architect when it happened.

Oh, that must have been during the war.

Yes, it was. Why?

I just wondered.

So now you're trying to have your sight
restored by corneal graft, huh?

It was Eve's idea.

She's a wonderful woman. You have met
her. Yes, I don't quite know why you

go to the Monblic Clinic in Switzerland
yourself. I mean, why have the grass

flown over here?

Why not?

With your cooperation, Mr. Teat, for
which we all thank you, it is a

comparatively simple business.

Simple to go to Switzerland yourself.

But out of the question, you see this
sculpture here?

You look brawly.

It is her eyesight that I am accepting.

You, you know her?

Very well.

From a long time ago.

She is dying now.

So you will see, of course, that I
cannot possibly go over there. Stay

same roof.

You do understand?

Anyway, yes, it's not my business.

You will also see why you and Mrs. Gayle
upset my colleagues. This is a private

matter, very private. Yes, yes, it's
coming quite clearly.

Good night.

It's been a pleasure to meet you, Mr.

Steele.

Steve, someone at the door.

Good morning. Morning.

Name's Spender. Came to see Mr. Steve.
Dr.

Spender. It's terribly nice to see you.
Look, there was no need to come like

this. You told me all I wanted to know
over the phone.

This is Mrs. Gale.

How do you do? How do you do?

That cock and bull story you told me. A
mongolic place.

Thought I'd go and see it for myself.

Thought I'd go and see it for myself.

Yes, sir, but I don't think there's any
need to do that, you know. Never thought

you'd become a white hall man, Steed.
Still, it doesn't surprise me.

Now, what about this half -baked
operation in Switzerland?

Well, I need an opinion, sir, so
naturally I thought of you first, you

I've given my opinion. Thought I'd see
it for myself just to make sure. What's

the fellow's name?

Wilner, sir.

Oh, I know him.

Vienna. Talks a lot of rubbish half the
time.

Can you get me there?

Well, sir, I don't... Well, if you
can't, I can get myself out. They can

keep me out, can they?

Well... Is this the young woman that you
told me about on the telephone?

Research?

Yes, I'm doing biochemistry. It's very
good of you, sir, to take all this

trouble, but really, I don't think a
busy man like yourself... You don't want

go toddling all the way off to
Switzerland, keep an eye on things.

Mrs. Gale's going over there, aren't
you?

That's right.

There's no need, you see, sir.
Professional interest, Steve.

Professional interest. At least hold the
fellow up. You owe me that much. Yes,

of course, of course.

Splendid. Well, let me know.

You can find me in the club any time
this afternoon. In the club. Right, sir.

Glad to have met you, Mrs. Gale.

Goodbye.

Research, eh?

Well.

Let me know, Steve.

I will. Mind the map, will you, sir?
Thank you.

Terrible.

Yeah, that's not going to be so easy, is
it?

So now I suppose you expect me to cancel
all my holiday bookings.

You asked me for a second opinion.

How was I to know he was going to go off
his little nut like that?

So now I'm stuck with surgery and
biochemistry. It's going to be difficult

enough getting you out there.

Well, why not just settle for him?

You're not going to be able to stop him.

If he didn't go toddling off on his own,
he'd be like a schoolmaster in the long

vac.

Somebody's got to look after him.

I didn't expect that Steed would ask if
Mrs. Gale could come to Switzerland, but

I never thought you'd agree.

As for Spender, we've never even seen
him.

You really mustn't take things so
seriously, Neil. Who does Steed think he

anyway? We rely on Mr.

Steed's cooperation, you know.

Perhaps we should sell tickets. We knew
that we would never get away with this

thing without a certain amount of
publicity.

We allowed for it. If we refuse all
observers now, we run the risk of

more publicity than we want. Enough to
get in our way.

I prefer Mrs. Gale and Dr. Spender.

You think they won't get in the way?

They needn't get in the way.

I'm sure we can find a way to distract
them.

Calm down.

Calm down.

It's too late to do anything about it
now.

Then we shall just have to wait till we
get to Switzerland.

Spender and Mrs. Gale.

Shouldn't prove too difficult to deal
with.

A mountain air, eh?

It's medieval for the modern treatment
of TB.

Well, Mrs. Gale?

You might as well enjoy it while we're
here.

I didn't come here to look at the view.
I came to look at the patient.

I'd like to know your opinion of this
proposed operation. You do have

I take it?

Or are those old -fashioned in the
research world these days?

No, it isn't that. And another thing.

I know nothing about your background,
Mrs. Gale.

And I know very little about yours, Dr.
Spencer.

I think we'd better take each other on
trust.

Yes, well, when you get to my age,
you'll take very little on trust.

Oh, I suppose you're competent enough
for a woman.

Thank you. Per se.

I don't know.

When did you last look at a patient?
Make a diagnosis, hmm? Long time ago,

afraid. Well, there you are, you see.

Ah, this operation.

I gather you disapprove.

Lot of rubbish.

I'll tell them. Never had such nonsense
in my life.

And don't look at me as if I've got one
foot in the grave. A lot of people have

made that mistake before.

Well, I hope you're both comfortable.

Thank you.

I'd like to look at the graft donor, if
I may. I'm afraid that would be

inconvenient just at this moment.
Perhaps later. Oh, how much later? I've

here already nearly 24 hours. Get your
own invitation.

May I ask when the patient's going to
theatre?

Ten o 'clock tonight.

Ah. Well, that's the first
straightforward bit of information I've

arrived. I'm sorry, Spender, but as I've
already pointed out to you, we're

working to a very rigid schedule.

I can assure you that we'll do
everything in our power to assist you.

I'll call for you both later.

Thank you.

I can't say he fills me with much
confidence, either.

Ten o 'clock, eh?

Well, possess us those in patience, I
suppose.

Will you excuse me if I have a look
round?

Oh, what for?

You never know, I might even find our
patient.

I don't know that I approve. I know
these people aren't being very

but we are their guests.

Oh, don't worry, I'll try not to upset
anyone.

But I would rather like to see the rest
of the clinic. Look, it's quite

impressive. I won't be long.

Hmm.

Mrs. Gale!

What are you doing in here?

I just thought I'd come and have a word
with the patient.

That's right, isn't it? Hilda Brower is
to be the donor of the eye graft.

She is, but you had no right to be in
here without one of us.

Dr. Anstis, there's a great air of
secrecy about. Why?

Secrecy? It's not a question of secrecy.

It's just that in a case like this, the
preoperative treatment is difficult and

delicate. There are special techniques.

A new form of sterile foam dressing, for
one thing.

I see.

I'm sorry to have interrupted your
routine.

I think you'd better come along with me,
Mrs. Gale, please.

My dear young woman, I'm not responsible
for the movements of Mrs. Gale.

Didn't she say where she was going?

No. I fancy she got as tired of sitting
around and doing nothing as I have.

Excuse me. Dr. Horne.

You'll be assisting at this operation, I
presume?

Yes. You're a practiced ophthalmic
surgeon?

Of course.

In your own country?

That's right, yes.

In my country, women have a place in
surgery.

You'll have come across Dr.

Overland, I expect?

Yes. He works in Denmark, I do not.

But I have read many of his papers.

I don't wish to be impolite, but I must
remind you that you are our guests here.

I've just been pointing out to Mrs. Gale
that we're working to a very rigid

schedule. It seems that she was
impatient to see Hilda. I'm bound to say

I'm getting a little restive, too. Well,
if you could contain yourself for a few

more minutes, I'll arrange for you to
see her.

Well, you seem to have put everybody's
backs up in spite of my warnings.

Yes, it looks like it.

I gather you didn't see the patient?

No. The room was empty.

There was a wheelchair and a painting.

Possibly a self -portrait.

But no patient?

No. Operation on a patient who doesn't
seem to exist. Live grafts. There's not

an atom of sense in it. No theoretical
background.

Nothing. Dr. Spender, will you listen to
me?

I think we're the victims of some sort
of academic hoax. It might be something

more than that.

What do you mean?

I can't explain the whole story to you,
but I would be grateful if you'd help me

without making a fuss. Fuss? Fuss? I'm
not making any fuss.

But if there's anything untoward going
on, I'll soon put a stop to it. Believe

me. Dr. Spender. Now, now, now. You're a
woman, after all. Please leave these

things to me.

Everything is ready for you now.

Will you both come this way, please?

I'm going to let them in now.

Is he prepared?

Yes, these are our new sterile foam
dressings.

For operation in something over seven
hours? That's right.

A bit early, I should have thought. But
you know your own operative procedure?

There's no question of my being able to
examine... I'm afraid not.

Is she under sedition?

Early sedition? Scopolamine. You can try
to talk to her. Thank you. History?

Hilda Brower.

Adoptive nationality, Austrian.

Age not accurately known. Believed 36 to
38.

How old are you, Hilda?

How old are you?

Oh, I am sorry.

I had hoped that you might be able to
answer a few of your questions. But the

less disturbance of the skin underneath
the dressings, the better, so far as

we're concerned.

Thank you. Go on.

She has neoplasia of the right lower
leg.

Confirmed at exploration.

Prognosis extremely poor.

She will die.

The patient may still be lucid, you
know. It's unusual to be so definite.

knows already, Dr. Spender. This is why
she has given us permission to take the

graft. I see.

There'll be no objection to my examining
the leg. I'm sorry, but there would.

Oh, we've performed all our preoperative
dressings most carefully, so as to

reduce the risk of cross -infection from
the leg wound.

Mrs. Gale? Just one thing.

You said the graft.

Surely you can't mean both eyes.

Both. Why not only one? Yes, that's
something I'd like to know. It's purely

question of success rate. As you know,
the percentage at the moment is

around about one -third.

If we operate on both eyes, we increase
our chance of success that much more.

Besides, it's something of a personal
matter between Hildebrouwer and

You mean something of a personal debt?

Precisely so.

She feels she owes Halverson her son?
Something that happened some time ago,

during the war, I think. None of us know
the true facts, only the two of them,

but that's how it is. But it's... it's
macabre. Is it? Remember that we don't

know all the facts.

Oh, one thing that we do know, Halverson
saved her life.

Well, since there's no possibility of me
conducting an examination, I've seen

and heard all I need to. Suspender, we
look forward to seeing you in theatre.

Very well.

Until this evening, Mrs. Carroll.

Yes, I look forward to it with great
interest.

In the meantime, would it be all right
if I go into the village? There are one

or two things I need.

Would you like me to come with you? No,
thank you.

I can manage.

I'm sure you're right. It's not as phony
as anything I've ever come across.

Look, I've been checking up on
Halverson's past.

He's a very interesting fellow. He lost
his sight during the war.

Research patrol in Norway.

Then corneal grafting would be out of
the question, surely.

That's right, yes.

You know this place is 7 ,000 feet up.
You can only get there by chairlift.

Here, as a matter of fact, they thought
of stopping it.

I'd be stuck down here for good.

That would solve a few of their
problems.

We'd better get back up there.

They'd hardly carry the performances to
perform the operation itself, would

they? You'd better hang around.

Oh, and do try and look after Dr.
Spender, won't you?

Goodbye.

No pathology here.

We looked for metastases, of course, but
there was no evidence. Agreed?

Agreed.

Have you performed angiograms?
Naturally.

Here they are.

Yes?

Yes, this is Spender.

Now, I see.

Thank you very much.

In Miss Bower's room.

Yes, I can find my way there, thank you.

Yes, normal interval after injection.

These were taken a week ago.

Correct, Dr. Horne?

Yes.

And once again, no pathology.

So that's all right, as far as we're
concerned.

Mrs. Gale, you seem rather worried about
something.

I was just thinking of Dr. Spender.
Surely he should be here by now.

As far as the anesthetic is concerned...
Please get on with it, ma 'am.

As far as the anesthetic is concerned,
we shall treat this as a minor

The patient will be under a light
anesthetic by a penta, and we shall

local and retrobulbar infiltration. That
is to say, behind the eyeball here, and

on the corneal surface.

Strictly speaking, this isn't necessary,
but personally, I prefer it.

Here are these, Mrs. Cale.

As you know, the surface of the cornea
that we'll be dealing with is only seven

-tenths of a millimetre thick.

In particular, I'd like to show you this
one. You may not have seen it before.

Dr. Horne brought it over from Sweden
only very recently.

Look at it closely. You'll see that the
cutting edge is rather short and

slightly curved.

The rest are on the way. I'm glad to see
you.

Officially, he fell over the balcony.

It was quite a drop.

I suppose it was really quite clever.
Got rid of the foe. Spend a moment with

him. I had spent 24 hours in the valley
with police inquiries. In that 24 hours,

they performed the operation, or they
say they did.

I got back to the clinic just in time to
join the flight home.

Together with a special container for
transporting eye grafts or whatever it

What are you doing?

I don't know yet.

And all this is some sort of gala
performance so that Halverson can

something into the country. Why not?

It's an adventure, a sense of
achievement. He's built hospitals,

bridges, banks.

Now, he seems to get a kick out of other
people's disabilities.

He means he's a blind man. He likes to
see them stumble.

He's got a good feeling of adventure in
the dark.

I hope not.

From what I saw of them, I like them.

Morning, Steve.

It's a pleasure.

Mrs. Gale has been telling me about Dr.
Cranmer.

Oh, you'll need my signature, don't you,
please? Yes.

It was most upsetting.

We don't yet know how it happened. He
was an old friend of my family's.

I am sorry.

What about your patient, Mrs. Brower?

Oh, she's as well as can be expected in
the circumstances.

Is everything all right, Steve? We must
get on. It's all in order.

Go.

Oh, the pen.

Thank you.

I'm going to see him.

Who? Harrison.

Oh, what's the hurry? The wheels are
turning and I need my breakfast.

And I need to know whether he's a
murderer or not before that case,

turns out to be, arrives.

Before breakfast.

I'm sure the official rules will sort
everything out eventually.

But I have my own reasons for wanting to
find out now.

Well, I've got one or two things to sort
out, and this will come in very handy.

Are you sure we can just carry on?

Has there nothing happened?

Yes, I'm quite sure. Why?

I didn't realise Spender would be
killed.

Didn't you? What did you think we'd have
to do?

I don't know.

Drag him, perhaps. Lock him in his room.
Distract him?

That sort of thing may be all right for
amateurs like Halverson, but not for me.

It's all so casual with you, isn't it?
Casual?

You're beginning to sound more like
Halverson every minute.

It was necessary.

You weren't so sensitive about
Hildebrand.

I'm not sensitive.

Good. Then we'll just leave it as it is,
shall we?

We don't even have to break the sad news
to him.

He's bound to find out for himself
sooner or later.

And by that time, you and I will be
somewhere quite different.

Well, Neil, so everything went off
smoothly, didn't it?

Perfect. Not a hitch.

And the case is still with Steed.

Yes, it's still with Steed at Customs,
but I've arranged to pick it up this

evening and bring it here.

There are two observers.

Well?

They were no problem.

Splendid.

I knew you could organise everything
perfectly well when it came to the

Neil. You've obviously done a good job,
and I am grateful for your help.

Mrs. Gayle. Ah, Mrs.

Gayle. Yes.

They were just telling me how things
went.

Yes. It was terrible, wasn't it?

Terrible? What was terrible?

Dr. Spender's accident.

Mrs. Gayle. Just a moment.

Mrs. Gayle, I'm very sorry, but I don't
understand what you're talking about.

Maybe Dr.

Anstis hasn't told you that part of it
yet.

Dr. Spender is dead.

He fell over a balcony. There was a
sheer drop of 800 feet.

Why didn't you tell me this, Neil?

I was going to, of course, but at a
suitable moment.

Nobody wanted to upset you.

I must thank you both for your
considerations.

Yes. Now, Mrs. Gale, I'm truly sorry
that this should have happened.

Believe me.

Now, if you wouldn't mind leaving us for
a moment, I will try and get things

straightened out.

Yes, of course.

It's all right. I can see myself out.
Not at all.

By the way, when is it you're going to
get married?

We haven't decided this yet. Why?

I just wanted to offer you both my best
wishes, that's all.

Mrs. Gale, I must make this quite clear
to you. This affair's been most

unfortunate for us all, I know, but it's
over now.

Don't come back to this house again.

It was an accident.

It couldn't have happened to anyone.

Dr. Spender wasn't anyone.

It was a very distinguished eye,
Sergeant.

You'd better pick up the case as
arranged.

Yes, I will.

Don't worry, nothing's going to go wrong
with that side of the business.

That's it.

Hildebra equals Henrietta Miller.

She was an artist.

Quite a good one.

And she was at Mont Blanc. A few months
ago, anyway.

That's her self -portrait.

He carries his sense of the dramatic to
some lengths, doesn't he? He does

indeed. Now, there's just one question I
want to ask you, and I want a straight

answer. Is he a murderer, or isn't he?

No, I don't believe he is. He had
nothing to do with that part of it. No.

Right, then we can get everything
wrapped up.

Now, Anstice, your friend.

Yes, what is he?

I'm going to have to describe him. He's
a broker. He worked with agents,

undercover financier, one sort or
another. He was always in need of money.

he needs money more than you.

You think he's double -crossing, Father?
I wouldn't be surprised. Now, Hilda

Brower, she was a friend of Halverson's.
At one time, I think 1942, 1943.

After that, she took out a little bit of
forgery.

And after that, various other things.

She was quite a girl, by all accounts.
She must have gone well.

Past tense.

I'm afraid so. She was fished out of the
Rhine four days ago at the end.

Four days ago?

Ah. Maybe she got on with Halverson, not
with Anstice. I don't know. The point

is... Whoever was underneath all those
bandages, it wasn't Hilda Brower.

We've got to find out what's in that
case.

What's so valuable in it?

So funny.

I'm sorry.

But it just struck me.

It's like taking pennies from a blind
man.

And what about Dr. Spender?

Well, he shouldn't have come, should he?
People tend to get a bit dizzy at 7

,000 feet, lack of oxygen or something.
But I don't know very much about these

medical matters, as you well know.

So he overbalanced and fell 700 feet, is
that it? That's it.

Answer this. I don't care so much about
you.

But what about Eve?

Well, you should know more about her
than I do.

You're going to marry her, I understand.

Look, why don't you just concentrate on
your toys, hmm?

And what would you say these were worth,
Anstis?

A quarter of a million.

But are they worth a man's life?

And what do they mean to me?

How do I put a value on these?

These hard bits of carbon that men have
dug out of a clay pit in Africa. How

long ago?

I don't know.

They're known to have been in Peking,
and they passed to India, and to Persia,

and then through to Lima, years before I
was born.

Eighteen months ago, I heard of them,
and I made them vanish.

Now the revenue departments of a dozen
countries are still looking for them,

I hold them here.

They are a token to me. They're

a symbol

that I've won again.

In a world full of men who can't see
what is going on in front of them.

Their achievement.

They've made a mistake.

Because I'm an amateur.

And even a talented amateur should not
mix with a professional.

And you are professional, isn't that so?

So, professionally speaking, you say
that these are worth a quarter of a

pounds. And I say that a man has been
killed for them.

I mean, I went...

You're

worth nothing.

You're not moving. I take it that means
you're armed.

Yes.

I'm armed.

Mrs. Gale, I told you not to come back
to this house again. I'm not very good

taking advice.

It's something you may regret.

All right, amateurs should never mix
with professionals.

For one thing, the professional is
always so much better at killing people.

And cares less.

Good to have you with us, Mrs. Gale.
Though I'm afraid you'll be longer

your research department now.

I'm sorry we couldn't have given you a
nicer welcome, Mrs. Gill. Good evening.

Good evening.

What a shame you bought a ticket. We're
just about to leave.

You've got quite a lot to attend to,
haven't you? Most of it needs money. The

Daracot Spy Exchange in Yugoslavia. Oh,
I'm relieved to hear that you've been

engaged on research, too.

Daracot and Exchange for George
Kessleton, plus 5 ,000 quid at a guess.

Mr. Halbertson, it's rather like used
car trading.

Most spying is a question of money,
isn't it? It doesn't concern me. Money

no interest in me. I'm thrilled to hear
you say it. In that case, we'll just

leave it as it is, shall we?

Meanwhile, we'll be getting along with
Steed and Mrs. Gale, of course.

Very well. Just a minute, Mr. Halverson.

You're on the edge of a big decision.

Over the edge or not.

Now, I enjoyed your little joke about
Monbleck. He was a little macabre, but

jolly. Trouble is...

When you start these sort of things,
people get killed.

Like Dr. Spender.

And Hilda Brower. That's enough. No, it
isn't, my long chalk.

Now, look. Are you in or out, Halderson?

You can choose. Hilda Brower and Spender
can't. They're dead.

It's true.

As you can see, I'm at a slight
disadvantage.

I've thought of that, too.

I think there's something we can do
about it.

Perhaps we could have a little light.