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All right, Charlie?

All right, if you are, Dad.

That's my boy.

Where are we going this time?

Zurich, Switzerland.

Zurich. Gee, that's hard to say for a little chap.

Now try this on the piano.

Zany Zanzibar Zebras in the zealous zoo on the shores of the Zyda Sea.

Again, you do it so beautifully.

Zany Zanzibar Zebras in the...

Seen anything like this before, Jim?

What are these white blobs?

Indigestible breakfast.

Not at all a thing to go to work on.

Huh?

Diamond.

Diamond? Yeah.

Stomach full of them. High on carrot, low on protein.

They must be worth a fortune.

How's the market?

Open, steady, insurance this week, motors down.

Spoken to Bildenheim? Yes, he's calling us with ocean steel, near 30 shillings.

Needle of organisation?

Tell him, Mr. Litowka, to accept 29.

See? Not less.

We still have 200 ,000 to go. Might be a thought to split them into two parts.

Do it.

Una momento, por favor. Get me Wildenheim.

Milan, Miss Begram, do you want them? Coming. Tell them to keep trying for

national traction.

Check. Mr.

Wildenheim? No. Lit off organization here.

2800. What's the German market like? Get me

Paris, will you? Sell 200 ,000 ocean steel at 29

shillings.

Yes,

hello?

Yes, this is she.

No. Why?

I enjoyed being in the country. The South Holland days was worth crossing

counties for. Now, tell me why.

Now, surely you don't suggest high -level anxiety at the Treasury.

Really? There are certain valuables in currency leaving the country.

The pound is thick, so we're visiting the Whitten Cottage Hospital.

Right. And who do we see?

Dusty Rose.

Treasury man?

Ventriloquist. Aged 41, comes from an old musical family.

Looks like it could be his farewell appearance.

Easily. Where was he going? Switzerland.

His seventh trip in four weeks.

Yodeling lesson?

Been unconscious for five days. He's likely to remain so.

And the currency and valuables keep turning up in Switzerland?

Three and a half million.

That's only the bit we know.

Wow.

Meet my best friend.

Flashy friend.

That's a ten carat brilliant.

There's a 25 -carat Wesselton, and there's a 15 -carat Top Cape.

There's a diamond.

There's a taste for them.

Garnished with white coffee and toast.

Literally? It's the only way to travel.

Makes the souvenirs in my small club modest.

His father swallowed things.

What sort of things? Razor blades, swords, nails.

He obviously inherited the talent, or... Or what?

He likes rich food.

Afternoon, miss.

Gee, that was magnificent.

Beginner's luck.

Mr. Seed. I thought they said you'd be down. What have you found out?

Nothing. Car's clean.

A smash?

Genuine accident, I'd say. The boys will look at it tomorrow, but brakes,

steering, everything's 100%. Thanks.

Do you suppose he always travelled on a full stomach?

Six trips at 50 ,000 a time.

Another diamond eater?

Never know your luck. What are you going to do with him?

Take him back.

fine complexion.

It cost me a lot of money.

Lord Jock. How do you do, Mrs. Rhodes?

Nice little act.

First done after the interval.

Couldn't keep off the bottle.

I had an auntie like that. On the whole?

Yes. Skating act.

Bit between the teeth.

Dancing on the marble top table. Like a bit of juggling myself.

Or a levitation act.

Very uplifting.

You know him?

Charlie.

How did you get him? Your husband's been involved in an accident.

Tragic. You don't sound exactly heartbroken.

Observant, aren't we?

He used to go to Switzerland several times a week. Do you know why?

Big market.

Those refugee homes, where they look after kids.

The Littorf homes.

Littorf? Alex Littorf? That's him. He started a lot of them. Always good for a

hospital or a library roof, so they say.

Does your husband know Littorf?

Dusty, yes. Known him for years.

They met out there. He used to do a fair act himself.

That's how we met. I was touring in the Bell of New York.

Oh, chorus, mind you.

Excuse me.

I'll leave him with you. Thanks.

Goodbye, Mrs. Rhodes.

In hospital, you say?

That's it.

He'll be all right, won't he?

Oh, I should think so.

Perhaps you could go and see him.

Don't grovel into him.

Fat chance.

Now, you sit there, darling.

You're going to stay here with me.

Visit Dusty.

I don't need love.

A bunch of flowers and a box of chalks. You know, holding him.

What do you say, sweetheart?

Let us regret nothing, bemoan nothing, but look forward only to the long

-awaited dawn.

The dawn of reunion.

And so we commit to the earth the body of our best friend.

Not in sadness, but in love and expectation.

You know, at times like this, I find it very hard to opposite it.

One cannot help feeling that our friends have moved to a far, far better place.

It's a great loss.

You were close.

Very. Been together for almost nine years. Nine years.

A mere drop in the ocean of time.

It's only a separation, you know.

Hard to think of it in those terms, sir.

You must try, dear fellow. You must try.

What took him at the end? A thrombosis?

A gallant heart, tired at the end of its life's work?

Distemper.

But, um, hadn't he been vaccinated?

There's a million to one chance, so the vet said.

The Happy Valley resting place.

At every anniversary, a card of remembrance will arrive on your table

four -legged friend.

Incidentally, while we're on the subject, to whom do I send the bill?

Mr. Litoff, sir.

Yes? All right, all right. Get on to Speedle right away and tell him we're

secure.

And not to worry, has Mr. Liddhoff personal guarantee.

Would there be anything for half an hour, madam?

I don't think so.

Has Mr. Liddhoff had his breakfast?

Two three -and -a -half -minute eggs and a grapefruit. I ran his bath for him.

95 degrees Fahrenheit.

Where are you going?

To take Dancer for a walk.

Fine.

Get me Sullivan and try and get that Zurich number again.

Good morning.

Good morning to you, sir.

What a marvellous dog. I used to have one myself.

They need an awful lot of exercise, of course.

Yes, very true, sir.

Have you an appointment, Professor?

I just dropped in. I want to see Mr. Littoff. Well, I'm afraid that's

impossible. Mr. Littoff is in bed.

Still, what about the early bird catching the worm? He's indisposed. Oh,

mistake. Yes, the bowler, sir.

Benson's? None other. Yes, old Mr. Benson's still alive?

It's his son now.

Oh, young Master Arthur.

Yes, but young Master Arthur is in his late forties. He has seven little

trilbies. Surely Mr. Littoff has a number one who can arrange things? Yes,

Pegram. But I'm afraid I couldn't disturb... Well, this is rather special.

want to return something.

£50 ,000.

Well, I'll do my best.

Would you be so kind? I'll be delighted.

Come on.

What's your name?

Dunclay.

I didn't think you'd be a decent tree in here.

Your name's... Steve.

Thank you. Would you come this way?

After you, Dunstan.

Fascinating. What is?

The sight of so many people making so much money.

I understand you're returning something.

I could have sworn that Big Ben moved.

Well, it must have been the Worcester sauce and the...

It's us that's moving, Mr. T.

The little organization never stands still.

So I see. But could you remain motionless just for one moment to have a

look at these?

These are diamonds.

They were being smuggled out of the country by someone named Rose.

He crashed his car and is now in hospital.

Interesting. How did you get them?

I happened to be in the right place at the right time.

Excuse me, Miss Pegram. Yes?

What is it? Shall I take these in for Mr. Littoff's signature?

Yes.

May I ask why you brought them back?

I assume they'd be worth something to you.

They are worth something, Mrs. Deed. They're worth something to anyone, even

you. Say, £5 ,000.

On the most conservative estimate, they're worth ten times that. I'm not

but I'm not fool enough to sell them on the open market.

I think it's worth £5 ,000 to get them back.

Mr. Littoff would like to speak to you.

Excuse me.

Yes, sir, Pegram here.

Wrong, sir. I don't follow.

Follow my foot. Why hasn't the Bulaway of Copper deal gone through?

We're waiting for Wall Street, sir.

We? I am waiting.

Then say, sir, you're not a queen or an archbishop. Wall Street or not, I want

the deal to go through today. Understand?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Steed, as I understand it, the basis of blackmail is that the person you're

blackmailing has performed a criminal act.

The only person that you're in a position to blackmail is Rhodes.

Does he have little or no money? I think you're wasting your time.

I'd be willing to bet.

But you'd say you never met him.

Rhodes? He's an employee like myself.

I don't see the similarity.

The suit of that line would be equally unrewarding.

Rhodes stole the diamonds and presumably was taking them out of the country.

Why didn't you tell the police?

You don't know much about the lit -off organisation, do you, Mr Steed?

Nobody does.

Now, that's what's so intriguing.

In a day's trading in this office, we handle monies worth £5 to £15 million

sterling. Yes, one moment.

A loss of £50 ,000 is negligible.

Miss Pegram? Yes.

Would you possibly speak to Vicelli again?

Is it urgent?

He says it is, yes.

Will you excuse me?

See Vicelli?

Yes.

Yes. As we agreed.

I am speaking to Mr. Letoff.

I thought it might lead to the... No, sir.

It doesn't.

If it's not worth five thousand for diamonds, maybe it's worth it for me to

nothing.

I'll put it to Mr. Litoff at our next conference.

You may call tomorrow.

How about noon, then? You can offer me a drink.

It would be a... A pleasure?

As good a way as any of saying goodbye.

Mr. Steed, you've forgotten something.

Thank you.

Any change?

That'll be the day.

A few weeks before he opens his mouth again.

Well, I'll have to change his dressings. It'll take 20 minutes.

Time for you to pop into the canteen before it shuts.

I mustn't leave the bedside.

Oh, I won't write a report about it.

Nobody's likely to steal him while I'm here.

You sure?

Go on.

All right.

Thanks. I'll only be about five minutes.

Fine, fine.

A man in a doctor's housecoat and a mask.

Correction, an educated man.

How do you know?

He knew enough about medicine to check Rhodes' temperature and pulse and to

enter it in the correct column.

Educated and enterprising. Very.

Motive obvious to prevent Rhodes talking.

Steed.

All right.

Don't tell me.

They found some hairs on Rhodes' suit.

Blonde, brunette, or redhead? Blonde.

A specimen of Russian wolfhound.

A portsoy.

Which one was Rhodes' car?

Oh, it's not here.

Hello?

What happened?

I had a call.

They said it was the police.

Come to pick up Rhodes' wreck. It sounded phony.

A few minutes later, bingo.

Well, the car's gone.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's not your fault. Don't worry.

It's almost reassuring. Oh, how come? Well, it means they're getting worried.

Oh, careful.

Did you see anybody?

No, not at all.

Well, what do they want with the car?

That split off.

Where? In the balcony.

Up or down?

Down.

Ascot Gold Cup, 57.

That was his horse, Faith, bought a couple of stables.

Where's he?

Talking to the jockey on number eight.

Oh, last.

When was this?

36, 37.

See, that's more than 30 years ago.

It's the best they've got.

Oh, well, shall we rewind it or go on to Popeye? A complete waste of time.

All I've seen is the back of his head and the tips of the fingers of his left

hand. He's very retired.

Hmm, so I've learnt.

Have you read this morning's Times?

Not yet.

Coffee? Please.

There's something rather interesting in it.

Hmm.

Cocktail party at... No, that's not it.

Ah, this is it. At last night's performance at Cotton Garden, the

Madam Standing Ovation are here.

Also present was Mr. Alex Litoff, accompanied by his niece, Miss Judy

Very interesting.

Black or white?

White, please.

Now, she is an assistant at... The Thai boutique behind Bond Street.

How do you know?

I had a look at the memo pad beside your phone. I'm an insatiable reader.

Well, anyway.

She went to Rodine and Thummerville, which means we have a great deal in

But you weren't at Rodine or Thummerville.

I was.

Now...

Looking

or buying?

Buying. Boyfriend, husband, lover.

Does it make any difference to the tie?

Certainly. Colour of hair, colour of eyes, disposition.

It's our belief that a man should change his neckcloth as often as he changes

his mood. We're opposed to the old idea of a man buying a tie and then just

wearing it until you can't see the original for egg stains and gravy and

sauce, etc.

What's this one?

The olden onions.

Olden onions? What are they?

The old boys' tie for people who've never been to school. The old Etonians

Horovians, they all have their ties.

This is the neckwear for the self -made man.

Anon, school of hard knocks.

I see.

Then we have a range of ties that look exactly like famous clubs and regiments,

but aren't quite.

A current favourite is the Irish guards with the fig leaf on, just for luck, so

to speak.

I'll take this one.

Good choice.

Shot silk, Italian import.

Gift wrap? Mm, please.

Aren't you Judith Challerin?

Yes, that's right. I thought so. We were at school together.

Were we?

Mm -hmm. I'm Emma.

Emma? Emma... You're not the girl who climbed the clock tower and put the

unmentionable on the top of the... Do you know, I can still see the sun

on it.

And the head girl called the whole school to give three chairs for the

who bought it dying.

How is your uncle?

Which one?

The rich one, Mr Litvanov.

Litov? Litov.

Oh, still as rich as ever.

Is he still an invalid?

Mm, kidney trouble.

We went to the opera the other night.

Businessmen. We arrived late and had to leave before the last scene.

Do you know, I've seen Farr three times and I still don't know what happens to

him in the end.

There we are.

Tell us your account. Account, please. And would you send it to this address?

Certainly. I read that he was leaving London.

Who, Uncle Alex?

Never. He was born an Armenian, but he's British to the core.

Excuse me.

And the devil claims his soul.

I beg your pardon.

What's the best price you can offer for bagel tools?

And another 10 ,000 prebbings. 1 ,500. You'll go at 45 US dollars.

And you'll get 27 shillings for 5 ,000.

Just the fact, nothing better than 26.

That'll last 5 ,000. Yes. Do we accept?

Take it.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Steve. Good morning, Glover. No dog today?

He's had his walk, son.

Miss Fegram expecting me? She is, sir.

Tell me, Glover, what is Mr. Litoff like?

Oh, the kindest of men, sir.

A privilege to work for.

Hello, Paris?

Hold on.

Paris? Mr.

Steed, madam. Thank you, Gladys. Here we are again, Miss Peagrave.

Are we in business?

I put your proposition to Mr. Liddhoff. The authorized payment of £4 ,000.

£4 ,000? I thought we talked about £5 ,000. Once Mr. Liddhoff has made a

decision, I'm not empowered to amend it. But can't you go back and ask him if he

can... It wouldn't be any good, Mr.

Steed. This is not a street market.

I'm not entirely satisfied.

You could always put those diamonds on the market.

If you did, you should have to prosecute, of course.

Or you could have me knocked on the head and taken back.

Come, come, Mr. Steed. Those are hardly business methods.

Shall we hold?

Sell. Sell.

Very good.

Once again, Mr. Steed, I must repeat that you know very little about the

organization. Fear of publicity isn't necessarily an indication of honesty.

It would be wrong to say that publicity is feared.

It's not thought. There's a difference.

Verbal difference.

I joined the Litoff organization 14 years ago as a chartered accountant.

A woman in a world of pinstripe and gray flannel. An alien.

Mr. Litoff gave me a job and taught me everything I know.

But if he were to die tomorrow, my name would mean nothing. Shunning publicity,

you see, can have its disadvantages.

You resent that?

No. But my vanity would like to be fed occasionally.

Credit where it's due.

Exactly. He's a remarkable man.

Very remarkable.

Excuse me.

I can't sign that. That's Mr. Litoff's personal account.

He's had his nap. You can go in now.

Very good.

Well, Mr. Steed, 4 ,000.

You're a very good businesswoman.

Didn't you say something about a drink?

Help yourself.

Can I give you one?

Not before sundown.

Alex, you're incorrigible.

You'll live to be 100.

Do you know Sir James, James Arnall?

Drop your bedside manner a moment, James.

This is John Steed. How do you do, sir?

I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Steed. Not that there looks to be much I can do for

you. I hope not.

We've never met, but I know you by reputation.

Hard -earned, I assure you. Not that I believe in rating surgeons like

restaurants. Sir James Arnall, three cross spoons.

Scalpel, surely.

How is Mr. Letoff?

Well, surprisingly well, considering how you maltreat him.

How long was your evening conference yesterday?

Under an hour. And the morning one? A little longer.

And there he goes, gallivanting off to the opera. It's too much.

Restricted to one conference a day, and he must be in bed by ten. Yes, I know,

Sir James, but... Talk to him, persuade him.

If he has another stroke, I warn you, they'll be dusting off the obituary

notices. It's a disgusting thought, Mr. Steed, that they're all written, waiting

to be produced, and shuffled like a hand of cards.

I'll speak to Glover about it. He's the only one who has any influence on him.

Yes, sir.

When Wiseman calls from New York, tell him I want to speak to him.

Yes, sir.

And keep that old quack out of here.

Talks about me as though I was an old Roy.

Yes, sir.

Are you in this crazy business, Mr. Steve? Well, I'm allied to it.

It's ridiculous.

The pursuit of wealth far greater than anybody could possibly need.

One's only hope is in some kind of physical and mental simplicity.

I'm sure you're right.

Should you need me, I'll be in my surgical pod.

After that, I'll be at home or at Harris Brothers.

They're having a reception.

We'll see you tomorrow, Mr. James.

I'll walk along with you, Mr. Steed. Right.

It was a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Pegram. Hope to meet you again

soon. Without being rude, Mr.

Steed. I hope not.

Oh, I don't know. I enjoyed our little chats.

Sir James is waiting downstairs, sir. Oh, good. Business concluded?

Most satisfactory.

Charming lady. We got on splendidly. By the way, did you ever know a fellow

called Rhodes?

Vaguely, sir. He was connected with the charitable Holmes Entertainment.

Always telling jokes.

Yes, sir. Rather tedious gentleman, sir.

Did he have anything to do with Dan, sir?

Good gracious, no, sir. The dogs are my responsibility and mine alone.

I see.

Dogs?

Sir? You said dogs. Do you have more than one?

Oh, I beg your pardon, yes.

It was a force of habit.

We did have two, but one of them, Bellhound, died.

Tragic loss.

Oh, dear, oh, dear. Well, goodbye.

Good day.

I'd like to see Miss Pegram.

Have you an appointment, madam?

No. I suggest you write, stating your business.

It's important.

So is Miss Pegram's time. That's why she can't be disturbed.

Tell her I'm Dusty Rhodes' widow.

It wouldn't make the slightest difference.

What is it, lover?

It's Dusty's widow, madam.

She wanted to speak to you, and I was just telling her. Come in.

I'm sorry. I had no idea Mr. Rhodes' injuries were so serious.

Without regaining consciousness.

Isn't that the phrase?

Very convenient.

I can understand you're feeling bitter, but I can't understand why you're here

or how I can help.

He told me a lot about those Swiss trips he was making.

Why don't you sit down?

Must be open season for blackmail. You're the second this week.

Mrs. Rhodes, your husband did something which, to put it crudely, would have

cost him his job had he lived.

However, as he was still in our employ, we shall, of course, grant you an

annuity. It won't be a fortune.

I shall need more than that.

You see, I know where Bellhound is.

Bellhound is dead.

My husband was supposed to kill him, but Dusty was an animal lover.

Not the only thing we had in common.

Bellhound. Still alive?

Hello?

Who is it?

I know you're here, so why not say something?

The doctor says he suffers from heart trouble.

He should know.

But his niece says he suffers from kidney trouble.

She should know.

You pay your penny and you take your choice.

I suggest that you break into Sir James's car.

You do?

Get hold of his little black bag and find out what treatment he's been giving

him. Fine. What sort of car?

Rolls. And where will it be?

Parked out by Harris Brothers for cigar merchants.

Chauffeur? No.

Oh. And where will you be?

With Sir James.

Where else?

Swiss. Excellent.

Interesting. Mild.

Intriguing. Anything else?

Mass -produced.

The conveyor belt. Not the sweaty thigh.

It is not fair.

Sir James.

Mr. Steed.

This is a very pleasant surprise.

I didn't know you were of the car, ma 'am. Do you know Juanita Harris?

Augusto es mio, senor.

No, please.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Why the jungle music?

One of Pedro's little eccentricities. The Spanish word cigarra means cigarra.

Interesting. Can I smoke?

Yes. Tell me about this dream of yours. Dream? A simple life away from the

stresses of the lit -off household.

Oh, that.

Asia, perhaps.

Yes, Asia.

A clinic where one's skilled, such as it is, can be put to better use than it is

in London.

I can hardly see your patience allowing that.

My dear fellow, can you conceive how one longs to get away from fatty

degenerates, gluttons, sebrites?

We smoke 14 cigars per head per year.

The Dutch smoke 200.

Let's even up the score a bit, shall we?

Letoff's assistants.

What did you find out?

Cardiac arrest four years ago.

Enlarged left ventricle. Heart's very unsound.

Do you know anyone who owns a port, sorry?

No.

I think I do.

Too late, I'm afraid.

The dog left in a hurry.

Sure.

Anybody home?

Oh, good evening, Mrs Rhodes.

No, I'm afraid she just dropped out for a minute. Oh, I've called for the dog.

Answer for the name of Bellhound.

Three pounds of meat, half a biscuit and at least one bone.

Oh, yes.

No, she's changed her mind, I'm afraid.

What? It's not half an hour since she phoned. Must be tonight and couldn't

Oh, dearie me.

Well, will that cover it?

Handsomely. Thank you.

You're sure?

Quite sure.

Well, if you say so, sir. Good night, Mum.

Oh, bellhound. What breed of dog was that?

Russian wolfhound, Borzoi.

Thank you.

Sure.

Curious, sir. And curious, sir.

Mr. Steed.

Looking for something, Mr. Steed?

As a matter of fact, I am, Miss Pegram, a dog.

A portsoy called Bellhound.

You conducted a ceremony for a friend of mine recently.

My dear, they all come here eventually.

Bellhound, Mr. Litoff's portsoy. Over here.

Splendid creature.

Lovely lady.

Lady?

Yes, I think so.

When did Mr. Lethoff die?

He passed away some few days ago, sir. Who killed him?

Killed him?

It was the third coronary that took him.

Oh, really, Cluffers?

Mr. Lethoff had been here for some considerable time.

You've only to ask Sir James.

All the same, when he died, you became pretty rich. Miss Pegram is very

experienced in the financial field.

Anyway, we'd all have gone in death duties. Seems so pointless.

As a matter of interest, how much do you expect to clean up? Clean up, sir.

Collect.

The last time I worked it out, my share was in excess of 11 million pounds.

11 million?

Give or take a few hundred thousand.

Then there's not much point in my offering you a bride.

No, sir.

I could, however, offer you one.

How did you bribe Litov's niece, the one in the tie shop?

My niece, sir.

Quite a promising performance, I believe.

How old are you, Glover?

Sixty -five, sir. A fit sixty -five.

Fifteen years in jail. A conservative estimate that takes you to eighty. A

trifle aged to enjoy all those millions.

And I say fifteen years. I'm assuming you can prove your innocence of murder.

I told you Mr.

Litov had a coronary. Not Litov.

Dusty Rhodes.

He died of his injuries.

He was murdered. So was his wife.

I'm sorry, sir. I don't believe you. How are you going to spend all this money?

I hardly like to say. Why not?

You'll think less of me.

No, I won't.

It's the power that excites me, Mr. Steele.

I want to be ill -mannered and rude and uncouth and order people about,

especially women.

I look forward to being excessively rude to a considerable number of handsome

women.

Just because they're dogs and cats, anyone with the price of a spade can

grave any time he wants to.

I want clearance on Mr. Litoff's private plane.

Litoff.

L -I -T -O -F -F.

To leave for Zurich within the hour.

Right.

Don't panic, lover. Official wheels turn very slowly.

I'm frightened.

Don't be.

It's the element of chance.

If I hadn't been to the graves... Oh, never mind that. Any sign of Sir James?

No, madam. Must be the traffic. Keep an eye out for him.

Well, I only went there to lay a small floral tribute.

One's last respects.

You understand, madam.

Leaving? Don't flatter yourself, Steve. We were leaving anyway.

Obviously been planning it for some time, wouldn't you say, Bellheim?

I'm an ideas man, Steve. That's why Litoff employed me.

It all becomes quite clear now. Glover can go around being rude to people. You

can prove you were the power behind the throne. And Sir James, well, I must say

he surprised me. I may even say disappointed me.

He was a hard nut to crack.

Took me five years to find his weak spot.

The clinic.

You can get a lot of clinic for 12 million.

That'll be him now.

Mr. Little?

Correct. The pedigree kennel. I've come to collect the dogs. Follow me.

Yes?

The lady from the kennels, madam.

That's the dog's lover.

Do you have any baskets or rugs?

Yes, in the hall.

What's the game?

She was at the pet cemetery.

Oh.

Where's Steed?

Would you like to join him?

There's something to be said for an elaborate hairstyle.

What exactly?

Hairpins.

Not me.

Hey, perfect for the job.

What is it? Solid gold toothpick of the quest for my Uncle Joe.

Sorry.

I think it was Glover we just had to deal with. We'd stand a chance.

What about Sir James?

Well, nor him.

But with the three of them... Miss Peagroom is the tough one.

Rubbish! We can't kill them. It's against my whole code of life. The

Oath. I'll offer you a percentage of my cut say.

Another two million. And I'll make it fine. I don't want your money.

Well, couldn't we take them with us?

Don't be stupid.

But why not? And leave them stranded somewhere.

Yes.

You think so?

We'll take them with us and drop them off somewhere.

Somewhere over the sea.

12 .15.

Body exhumed from London Pet Cemetery.

Definitely identified as Alex Litov, Armenian financier.

We'll use the roof exit.

I'll meet you up there.

Please, sir.

The gun.

It really isn't necessary.

Our dreams have forsaken us, Glover.

They have, sir.

Guilt -edged bonds?

Unnegotiable.

Home, James.

I assume you wish me to go, too, sir?

I'm afraid so, Glover.

After you, madam.

Oh, no, Glover.

After you.

Madam.

Completely abandoned.

Well, we couldn't just leave them there, could we?

Couldn't we?

Well, I'll think of something.

Will you?

How about a pair of bath mats?

His and hers.

I bought you a present.

That's very generous of you, Mrs. Peel.

One thing still puzzles me. That boy's on little intercom.

Lover?

Some butler.

He comes from an old theatrical family.

Very good at imitation, bird impression.

Why don't you like it?

How about it's specially for you?

Mrs. Thiel, I'm an Englishman and therefore a dog lover.

But I prefer not to have dogs either in my domain or upon my necktie.