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But Anna, it may be in here.

I think it's an open and shut case.

Perfectly obvious. They bounced in.

And blasted their way out.

After they got what they wanted, there was no need for subtlety.

What did they get?

Three thousand of these.

Oh, just rifles.

Not just rifles. This is the FF70.

Oblique stroke 9074.

Type XXV, mark 10.

That's what I said, rifle.

Got automatic sights and a fantastic range.

This makes one man equal of 10.

Isn't off the secret list yet.

Well, it is now.

Well off.

You know, we haven't even had time to find out its potential.

It hasn't even been tested.

Not a single shot fired in anger.

Dumped in.

Dredged out.

There's nothing to say who he was or where he came from. Or what he was up

Say, I thought we were chasing an FF70 oblique stroke 9074XXV Mark 10.

We are.

And?

He was shot with a rifle bullet.

An FF70 oblique... Et cetera, et cetera.

Possibly.

We'll know as soon as the doctors have, uh...

Well, as soon as they've done what they have to do. You mean after the autopsy,

after they've dug the bullet out?

Well? It's perfectly obvious.

Ah.

It's perfectly obvious that I need a second opinion.

Oh. It's a rifle bullet, all right. No doubt about that.

Whether it was fired from an FF -70... Et cetera, et cetera.

...is a question that only ballistics can answer.

My job?

Your job. Tomorrow morning, first thing.

And tonight?

Nisonga.

Bless you.

I meant Colonel Nisonga.

Colonel Martin Nisonga.

He's the leading light of one of those newly independent countries.

So? He arrived in this country earlier this morning, mission unknown.

We've met before.

Ooh. I know him very well.

And? Nassonga's ambitious. He wants to become president of his country. He'd

like to take it over, make it a dictatorship.

But? He hasn't the means.

Oh, he has the men.

But no arms.

No rifles.

How many rifles?

Oh, I think 3 ,000. They've had seven years. We're doing fine.

It's too much of a coincidence.

The rifles have stolen.

And Colonel Nassonga arrives on the scene the next day. I think I'll pay a

on Colonel Nassonga.

Uninvited! I'm glad you're coming down in the autumn.

I think it's the loveliest season.

There are a lot of good weapons on the free market these days.

All either second -hand or obsolete.

Do you think we might have a window open?

I find town so stifling.

Certainly. Giles, would you open the window, please?

What is it? What is your bet, Lady Beardley?

Something to stop a man at 700 yards.

A modern rifle?

So modern it has not yet been issued.

The FF70?

I've said too much.

How many have you got?

I've said too much. Oh, please.

How many, Conrad?

Three thousand.

What are you asking?

Oh, that's not settled yet. I'll give you a good price.

You need them badly, Colonel Unsonga. I know.

Your relationship with your president is far from good.

Now I really must go. Let me see you downstairs.

How kind, Colonel.

Please? Sorry, sir, the entire sixth floor is closed to all the Colonel

Lathumber's personal staff.

You'll keep the lift out of action for a few minutes, will you?

As long as I can, sir.

The seventh floor, ma 'am.

Oh, my apologies, sir.

Hurry it up, Spencer.

Spencer! Oh,

my dear Crayford, forgive me. I cannot abide loud, sharp noises.

You were saying?

I said, can't you hurry it up?

Patience, my dear fellow, patience. I have to examine every inch of this

A preliminary report on the rifle. That's all the Ministry wants, a

report. You can do the whole works later on. Look, I've got to get back to the

Ordnance Depot.

Patience, patience.

My name's Tara King. I believe Mr. Steed said you'd be expecting me. Oh, yes,

indeed. It was a question of ballistically calibrating a projected

wasn't it?

Identifying a bullet.

Oh, yes.

There it is.

A rifle.

What? A rifle.

An FF -70.

Well, then we're in luck. I've got one somewhere. It's a...

FF -70.

Oh, this is Mr. Crayford, Miss... King.

King. Good morning.

Professor... Just a weapon.

Mr. Crayford's from Ordnance.

Professor, do you mind if I use your phone? I'm obviously going to be

Help yourself, my dear fellow.

Now, Miss King, we'd better confirm your guesswork, eh?

Might as well shoot off a few more bullets and do some comparison tests.

May I? Sure, by all means.

Here. Hold on, please.

Hello?

Crayford here.

Yes, I'm still at Ballistic. I've been delayed.

There's trouble.

There's a girl snooping around.

Ma 'am King, she's checking on a bullet fired from an FF -70.

Yes.

You'll deal with the problem.

Right then.

Identical. Huh?

Identical. They're both FF -70 bullets.

Perhaps.

for a blonde.

They're an easier target.

Well, it's passed all 52 tests positive.

I think one can safely hazard that this was fired from an FS -70.

Safely hazard?

Well, one must commit oneself.

Official procedure.

Yes, precisely.

Well, thank you, Professor Spencer, for the, um...

Safe has it.

You had to endure 52 approved tests.

53.

After I left Ballistic, someone attacked me. They tried to get the bullet back.

But tenaciously, you held on through thick and thin.

Judiciously. I ran.

How's your friend, Colonel Nassau?

He is not my friend.

We didn't actually meet.

I opened it safe, of course.

And in it, I found 200 ,000 pounds.

Just tucked away for a few trifles he might need.

Trifles like FF70 rifles?

He was also having a new uniform made, denoting the rank of Army Commander.

The sky blue and lepid skin sash.

But that's the President's personal insignia. He's aiming, Mr. Muthonga,

obviously, to promote himself to President again.

Again? Oh, yes, he's tried it once before.

But on that occasion, I managed to get in his way.

Hmm, looks like history's about to repeat itself.

Ah, I hope so.

You take a closer look at the Ordnance Factory. I'll go and have a chat with

Colonel Nisonga.

Bye.

I see you're paying our tune.

We meet again, Colonel.

I'm going to the country for a day or so.

But I'm glad you've changed your mind. Have I?

Well, aren't you here to show me the sights? Not exactly, General.

General?

My rank is not that exalted. Ah, I'm anticipating events, Colonel.

Congratulations would be a little out of order at this stage.

Out with it, my old friend.

We've always been frank with one another.

Invariably. So please, speak your mind.

My tailor would have a fit if I asked him to make a sky -blue sash with

trimming. Oh, come on, chap, you can tell me.

Are you short of a little ready change, or maybe you're temporarily between

jobs? As a matter of fact, I've just taken a job. Came around to tell you

it. What job is it?

A sort of buying agent.

Buying what?

Same as you, guns, Colonel.

But for the President, he's a little worried about the coup d 'etat season

creeping up on him.

As I had the honor to help him get the presidency.

Oh, that was where we met. You remember? You and I for the first time.

I volunteered to get anything I could for him.

I didn't know you were still in touch with the president.

Never missed a Christmas card yet.

I won't keep you if you're going to the country.

It's too risky, Conrad. I don't like it.

I mean, in broad daylight.

We need more ammunition, Crayford. We can't sell guns without ammo.

Yes, but walking here with forged parties.

Which you checked personally.

He... He'll suspect me.

So, you made a mistake.

They'll accept it.

They'll have to.

But in broad daylight.

Well, it's broad daylight robbery.

That's a risk.

That's why we pay you so high, Crayford.

For the risk.

It may be, but if...

That girl again.

And she's got a security red past. You know what that means, Conrad?

No doors are locked to her. She can go anywhere, check anyone.

And you, you were supposed to have dealt with her.

so we will.

They failed again.

A woman, a lone girl.

Truck, load it up.

Get out before the alarm goes. What about me?

You've got to make it look good like last time.

A violent attack.

Drop me at my car.

What for?

I want the girl.

Tell Adriana I may be a bit late.

Do da da da da da da da da da

da da

da da da da da da da da da da da

da da da da da

Tiff? Tiff?

I'll be right behind you.

Miss Kay?

Miss Kay? Miss Kay?

I like it, Lady Beatley.

Lightweight ammunition, fast firing, telescopically sighted, high muzzle

velocity. The FF70 has been designed for the conditions in your country.

I'll buy all 3 ,000.

Not yet, Colonel.

Not before the auction.

Auction? I always think there's a fair.

There are other buyers.

Think of the situation in certain areas of the world, Colonel. Of course there

are other buyers.

How many?

More than enough to preserve a spirit of competition.

However, Colonel, I can say that I look most favorably on your offer to take the

entire consignment.

Good.

Unless someone else makes the same offer.

You're in touch with John Steed.

Am I?

John Steed appointed himself buying agent for my president.

I haven't met this Mr. Steed yet.

There's no point.

You know, our government is bankrupt.

No doubt your president thinks our rifles are worth a special effort.

I'll see you at the auction at three o 'clock, then.

Till three, then.

Contact this Steed, whoever he is.

He'll always be with another customer. Would you get him here this afternoon?

John State here.

Hasn't Miss Tara King left a message for me?

No, sir.

The only call's been from a gentleman.

Oh? It didn't leave a name, but he was most anxious you should see Lady

Bairdsley straight away.

Is that all he said?

Just that you should be prepared to bid high.

I see. Thank you.

Most gentlemanly behavior by Steed. Taking a commission to buy arms for the

president. It's not sporting, Giles.

If both sides have arms, it's not a coup d 'etat, it's a war.

Particularly unfortunate, since I am so fond of Steed.

Good afternoon.

My name's Steed, John Steed. I'm here for the garden party. A gentleman

telephoned inviting me. You will be representing the president, I believe.

So he mentioned me.

That's very sporting of him.

Nevertheless, Mr. Steed, I'd like to see your credentials.

Certainly.

Satisfactory?

Eminently, Mr. Steed.

I am Lady Adriana Bietzi.

How do you do?

Would you park your car around the back and then come and join the others?

Delighted. And tea on the terrace in ten minutes.

I'm very obliged to you.

Standard mark 7, 7 .65mm, 16 -16 silencer.

No stopping power.

Adriano believes in a spirit of competition.

Well, that's very enlightened of her.

Colonel, pleased to see you could make it.

Standard, Mark 7.

7 .65mm, 16 -16 silencer. No stopping power.

Steed.

As an old friend, join with me.

The president wouldn't like it.

If we outbid the others, I'll be president in a week.

What do I get?

A judgeship.

A minister of information can be very lucrative.

Yes, I've heard that. No, I don't think so.

Loyalty, amongst other virtues, was something they impressed upon me at

Don't waste your valuable time on sales talk about our new rifle, gentlemen.

It speaks for itself.

However, we do display them for you.

Like the man who sells vacuum cleaners shows them at work cleaning carpets.

We sell weapons, and there is only one way to display them.

The infantryman often functions under conditions quite unlike those found on a

rifle range.

He's often hot.

Near exhaustion when the time comes to kill.

And so, gentlemen, our first of several displays.

The FF70 in use, under stress.

Now, the first two contestants, please.

will see the gun bearers will place the rifles the same distance from the

contestants i will give the command by ringing this little bell

on your marks get set

recruits must be quite tricky.

These men are mercenaries.

Volunteers? They do a short -term contract.

And if they get away with it, naturally they all believe they will, they can

retire with a packet of money.

Except Conrad, of course.

Oh, he does it because he likes it.

Between you and me, I think Conrad is just a little bit...

Just Conrad?

Oh, Lady Paisley, spoil them.

Gentlemen, the set piece of the afternoon.

My chief demonstrator, my brother, and a guest contestant.

Your forces, gentlemen, have often to rely on manpower, which is, with

not always in the highest state of training.

We will therefore try to demonstrate the versatility of this weapon.

By a happy accident, my brother and I are now able to show you that, Given

training, the FF70 can be easily handled by a woman.

If, that is, her reflexes are as good as a man's.

Miss King, as you will see, the gun bearers will place the rifles the same

distance from the contestants.

I will give the command by ringing this little bell.

On your marks.

Get set.

Call it off.

Call it off, Mr. Steed.

I've seen enough.

Name your price.

They are other bidders, Lady Beardsley.

What should I do?

You see, Mr. Steed, the Colonel wants it to go on.

But I like to please all my customers.

I know.

We'll have the auction now, and whoever bids the highest... Gets the rifles.

And the demonstration.

If he wants it.

You fetch Miss King.

Gentlemen, if you'd join me in the drawing.

Down to business, then, gentlemen.

You've seen the weapon demonstrated on the ground, noted its lethal capacity,

and been impressed by its versatility.

On offer today, gentlemen, is Miss King and 3 ,000 brand new FF70 rifles.

Enough, I may say, to guarantee success to the most ill -organized coup d 'etat.

Shall we begin?

I'll start the reserve price.

Thank you.

Mr. Seed bid £70 ,000 cash.

£100 ,000.

Any advance on £100 ,000?

£101 ,000. £120 ,000.

£150 ,000. £180 ,000. £90 ,000.

£200 ,000.

£250 ,000.

£250 ,000 I bid.

Will anyone make it to 60?

For good. Am I nothing?

Not quite, Mr. Steed.

Colonel Mthonga lodged a deposit with me some months ago.

A deposit?

Oh, why didn't you ask me for one?

Rather pointless, Mr. Steed, considering you only arrived this afternoon.

And you do represent a head of state.

How much did the colonel give you?

50 ,000 pounds.

So I have two bids of exactly 250 ,000 pounds. Will anyone make it 260?

250 ,000 pounds.

10, 20, 30, 40, 50.

1, 2, 3.

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty... One, two,

three, four.

Fifty -three against twenty -four.

Grandfather's gold watch.

Seventy -five pounds worth if it's a penny. A gift from the president.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, you know the custom of the house.

Cash only.

Now, for the second time of asking.

Going.

Going.

Gone.

Bad luck, Mr. Steed.

What about her?

Ah, yes, Colonel.

What about Miss King?

Let the demonstration continue.

Cheer up, Mr. Speed. At least it's not you.

Your brother's a good marksman?

Oh, the finest in the world.

The creature has yet to be born that he cannot kill with a single bullet.

He prides himself on it.

On your marks.

Get set.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

oh

I'm taking no chances this time.

I'll be back soon.

Go until Andrea and I've got the girl.

She's locked up in the armory.

Oh,

During training, the record for opening the handcuffs was 32 seconds.

Well, you'll have to break it.

You'll dispatch the guns to me.

That will be attended to tonight.

Excellent.

Just think.

One month from now, I shall be president.

I shall control the army.

That's blowing a fuse.

With a vengeance.

Has it arrived yet? Not yet.

But it is coming today. Today, a gift from the president himself to be

dispatched to me.

Ah. Ah.

Immediately.

She'll be here any minute.

A gift to eternally remind you of our country, from our country.

What do you think it could be? Well, there are an awful lot of gold mines out

there. I thought a clock.

Solid gold and furiously encrusted with emerald sapphires and trifles like that.

A clock.

We can't share a clock, can we? We both need to tell the time.

I was rather hoping it would be a large chest of scrunchy, uncut diamonds.

We'll just have to wait and see.

Oh, I'll go.

No, no, I'll go.

From our country, our country.