All language subtitles for 1933 The Kennel Murder Case

'with nearly twice as many dogs
benched as last year.'

'Refreshments are being served
at the marquee'

'at the west end
of the grounds.'

'Bichons ready
in ring number two.'

'Next event, number 729'

'collies bred by exhibitors.'

'Have your dogs ready.'

'Quiet, please,
during the judging.'

'Attention, please.'

'Judging in ring one,
event number 728.'

'Scottish terriers,
American-bred dogs.'

'Great Danes
in ring number two.'

'Great Scott
in ring number one.'

'This is number 292,
Captain McTavish'

'shown by the owner,
the well-known fancier'

'Mr. Philo Vance,
whose kennel comprises'

'some of the finest
campaigners in America.'

That's fine. Look here.

Now smile, please.

Oh, cup to your right.

- That's great.
- Great.

Sorry, boys,
but these are not trophies.

- 'Thank you.'
- 'Thank you so much.'

Mind if we go now?

I can stand one dog,
but this bedlam

is getting on my nerves.

Don't be impatient, darling.

We'll have plenty
of time for dinner.

- How old is that dog?
- Two and a half.

'The blue ribbon won
by Gillespie of Heatherstone'

'Dundee Deviler is runner-up'

'and Midlothian Gentleman
receives the special.'

'Better luck next time,
Mr. Vance.'

Oh, my dear..

Don't be down hearted, Captain.

You're still champion
with me.

Maybe we'll have
better luck in Italy, huh?

Tough luck, Vance. I was hoping
to have the pleasure

of beating you tomorrow.

Oh, thank you very much,
Mr. Coe.

Perhaps you'll get
stiffer competition

from Sir Thomas MacDonald.

Perhaps.

I wanna borrow
Misty Morgan for a second.

But, Miss Lake,
you know Mr. Archer

don't want any one
to borrow his dog.

Come along and protect him,
if you like.

That's enough, Sir Thomas.

I wouldn't take off
another whisker.

Hmm, I think
you're right, Sandy.

There you are, Ghillie, laddie.

Hello, Hilda.

- Hello, Tom.
- Well, what's the idea?

I thought we'd do
a little private judging.

I don't imagine your uncle would
particularly approve of this.

I'm sure he wouldn't.

Hold him there, Sandy.
Let's take a good look at him.

Alright.

Come on.

Wag your tail.

Mm-hmm.

I think its
a pretty close thing.

But I 'm not worried,
eh, Sandy?

I think your bet is safe, sir.

Here we are, sir.

What the devil do you think
you're doing, Hilda?

- How do you do?
- 'How do you do, sir?'

I just wanted to prove that
you're going to lose money

to Tom when these two get
into the ring tomorrow.

And have you proved it
to your satisfaction?

So much so that I want you
to loan me

$1,000 to place on Ghillie.

- Hilda!
- That's the cheek for you.

Wants to bet against me
with $1,000 of my own money!

I wasn't asking you
for your money.

I merely want you
to loan me some of mine.

As long as I control
the purse strings

you're not going to do
any betting against me.

You'll be grateful that
I've saved

a few thousand
of your fortune someday.

But don't raise your
hopes too high, Hilda.

Bring that dog out here.

I shouldn't let him
worry you, my dear.

If you knew how
I hate him, Tom.

The things he's done to me.

- I despise him.
- Darling.

Now, let's see.
Where did I put that..

Ah, here it is.

"Unsolved Murders."

Huh, you know,
I almost forgot it.

I wouldn't have been able
to sleep a wink tonight

wondering who murdered who
and why.

How any intelligent man can read

that drivel is beyond me,
Brisbane!

What time does that
Chicago train go?

5 o'clock.

- Well, it's 4:15.
- Oh, you've got plenty of time.

Yes, I know,
but I want to get out of here

before Archer gets home.

- Good afternoon, sir.
- Afternoon.

Is my brother at home?

- Yes, sir. He's upstairs.
- Tell him I want to see him.

Yes, sir.

- Your taxi's waiting, sir.
- Alright. There's the bag.

Did you get those reservations?

Yes, sir, and Mr. Archer

told me to tell you
he wants to see you, sir.

Oh, he did, eh?

You tell him
I don't want to see him.

- Tell him I said so.
- In those words, sir?

Exactly, unless you can think
of something stronger.

Yes, sir.

Of course..

Of course, it's none
of my business, Brisbane

but I wouldn't talk that way
in front of Gamble.

I don't trust him.

I'd like to see the look on
Archer's face when he tells him!

I wouldn't.

How the deuce
can you stand it here?

Why, there wouldn't be
enough money in the world

to compensate me for
being Archer Coe's secretary.

Oh, he's not as bad as all that.

Say, you'd better be
getting along.

There's such a thing
as carrying loyalty too far.

Don't forget,
I overheard a few

of his choice remarks to you
when you dared

suggest that you were
in love with Hilda

and wanted to marry her!

'a little too seriously,
old man!'

Did you deliver my message?

I thought it best to wait till
you were safely away, sir.

Do you mind dropping me off?

I have an engagement
with Hilda for dinner.

Come ahead.
Come ahead.

'Albany Express
to Stamford, Bridgeport'

'New London, New Haven'

'West New Haven'

'Providence'

'Boston.'

What's the matter, Sandy?

Something terrible has
happened, sir!

- Ghillie's gone.
- What?

And I cannot find him.

They've taken him off
the bench, sir.

Well, he couldn't have
got loose.

He didn't break that lock
himself, either!

I haven't been away
from that dog

for ten minutes all day, sir.

I just went into the restaurant
to get a wee sandwich.

And when I come back,
he was gone!

- Sir Thomas?
- 'Yes?'

I think we found him, sir.

- Where?
- Out in the alley, sir.

This way, sir.

He's dead.

I'll kill the man
who did this!

Listen, Tom,
you mustn't do anything

until you're sure, please!

I've got my own ideas.

Oh, I know Uncle Archer's
mean and cruel

but I can't believe
he'd do a thing like this!

Hello?

I'm sorry, but Mr. Archer Coe
isn't here.

Your dog dead?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry!

I'll try to locate him at once.

Go away from me, you!

'Get out of here!'

Get out!

I suspected it when I saw
you together this afternoon.

You' re nothing
but a two-timing--

Get out of my apartment!

Get out!

From now on, it is your

apartment, all yours!

I'm getting out for good!

Ah, Mr. Coe.

- My dear friend, I--
- Yes, I see you are!

- Perdoni?
- Yes.

Oh, I am..
How do you say it?

Canto Allegri.

I came to see you.

I received the cable
from Milan authorizing me

to complete the deal
for your Chinese collection

and confirming the price
of $117,000.

'Means decorations
and all that sort of thing'

from a very grateful government,
I suppose.

Oh, un momento--

But it's no good now of course.

- I've changed my mind!
- But you have promised me.

You can't go back on your word!

What will I tell my people?
What will I say?

A pity you didn't think
of this before!

You might have been a little
more discreet, eh, Grassi?

But you have
signed a contract with me.

Too bad for you! It's still at
my home in my safe.

- Oh, but you will--
- Most certainly destroy it..

...tonight!

I'll tell you what'll I do.

I'll give you Miss Delafield
for nothing!

Hey, Liang, at it again, eh?

I was led to believe
that a cook's place

is in the kitchen.
The next time I..

I have been expecting
my dismissal, Mr. Coe.

We have served our purpose

these priceless treasures and I.

'I overheard Mr. Wrede saying'

'you were preparing to sell
this whole collection.'

You've been listening
at the keyhole, have you?

You cannot sell them, Mr. Coe.

Do you think I would
have dishonored my ancestors

perjured my soul,
cheated my own countrymen

to acquire these for you,
had I not believed

that you would
reverence them as I do?

That's the worst of your race.

A pack of mawkish
sentimentalists

about your ancestors!

I don't need you tonight.
Go on, get out!

I would suggest you consider
most carefully

before you sell.

Mr. Coe?

Mr. Coe?

Breakfast, Mr. Coe!

Breakfast!

Mr. Wrede?

'Mr. Wrede? Mr. Wrede?'

What is it, Gamble?

Mr. Coe, Mr. Archer Coe
has killed himself!

Killed himself?
When? How?

He's sitting in there like..
And the door is bolted!

You' re positive?

Yes, sir, in his bedroom!

- Phone the police.
- Yes, sir.

Hello?

Give me police headquarters,
quick!

Homicide.
Sergeant Miller speaking.

Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

I don't get you. Take it easy.

- Suicide?
- Suicide?

Wait a minute! You're not gonna
run out on this hand!

Yep. Who?

Archer Coe, 98 East 71st Street?

Okay, I got you.

That it, Sergeant?

Yeah.

Well, good-bye, Ernest.

Sergeant Heath to you, cub.

Kick in with that six bits!

Oh, relax, will you?

'You better get the boys out.'

- 98, 71st Street?
- That's right.

Alright. Come on, Snitkin.

Tell Doc Doremus
to hurry right out

to 98 East 71st Street.

Did you say East, sergeant?

- East, yes.
- I got it.

"Daily Mail? Give me city desk.

Calling car 18, car 1-8.

Hello, "Times?
Charlie Atler...

98 East 71st Street.

Last night Archer Coe
committed suicide.

Proceed immediately, and call
your station for instructions.

'for New York and the vicinity
today and tomorrow.'

'And now for the latest
news flashes.'

'Archer Coe, the well-known
sportsman and collector'

'committed suicide last night'

'at his home,
98 East 71st Street.'

'His body was discovered by
the butler at 8:00 this morning'

'when he took up
a breakfast tray.'

'No reason has been
advanced for this action'

'as Mr. Coe was in
excellent health'

'and had no financial troubles.'

'No news has
been received from..'

Is the land phone
still connected?

Yes, sir, but it will be
disconnected

in about two minutes, sir.

I see.

Hello?

Hello, Markham.

Hello, Vance.

I thought you were
on your way to Italy.

I say, Markham, uh,
I just heard about Archer Coe.

Yes, too bad he had to bump
himself off like that.

Uh, that's why I called you.

Are you sure that he did
bump himself off?

Well, his butler tells us
he's sitting in a locked room

with a revolver in his hand
and a bullet in his head.

I don't know what else
you'd call it.

I don't want to butt into
your affairs, but..

...aren't you a bit hasty
in jumping to that conclusion?

Hasty? Why?

Well, if you knew Archer Coe,
you would know

that suicide is almost

a psychological
impossibility for him.

Psychological bosh!

Two and two make four,
don't they?

But how do you know
you have two and two?

Just let me point out to you--

Oh, point out
the Statue of Liberty!

Say, Vance..

Hello? Hello?

The land phone has been
disconnected, sir.

Oh.

Uh, will you have my luggage
brought up?

Yes, sir.
Steward?

Just have them send it ashore.

- I've decided not to sail.
- Sir?

Vance, you've been right about
a lot of cases in the past

but I can't help smiling at
you getting off that boat

and giving up a swell trip,
all because of a hunch!

As a matter of fact, Markham,
it's more than a hunch!

Huh?

It just so happens that I talked
with Archer Coe only yesterday.

What? Where?

The Long Island Kennel Club.

Now, I can't conceive of a man
on the verge of suicide

being very deeply concerned
over winning

a championship
at a dog show, can you?

No. What do you mean?

Simply this.

As late as yesterday afternoon,
Archer Coe

was looking forward
with the keenest anticipation

to winning a blue ribbon from
Sir Thomas MacDonald today.

Sir Thomas MacDonald?

Say, wasn't it his dog

that was found dead last night?

Right.

And Archer Coe found

dead this morning!

Do you suppose there might
be some connection there?

I don't know.

But if someone were to try
to kill Captain McTavish

I'd probably turn murderer
myself, wouldn't I, Captain?

Hello, Mr. Markham.

I got your message
to hold everything up.

'What's the idea?'

- Hello Mr. Vance!
- Good morning, sergeant.

- Well, it's been a long time.
- Several years.

I might have known
it would be you

the world's champion
troubleshooter!

- Now, come on, boys.
- Come inside.

Well, chief, this is another
just open-and-shut case.

Mr. Wrede, the secretary.

- This is Gamble, the butler.
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Markham,
the district attorney.

- How do you do, sir?
- And Mr. Vance.

- How do you do?
- Everything just as it was?

Well, they said they haven't
touched anything.

We thought it best to
leave everything intact, sir.

Good. Where's the room?

- Upstairs.
- This way, please.

You've been in Mr. Coe's
service long?

- About three months, sir.
- And before that?

Why, unfortunately
I was unemployed, sir.

This is it, sir.

Yep, he's there, alright.

Just like I told the police
on the phone.

I tried the door,
found it locked, looked through

the keyhole,
and there he was dead.

I think this is a job
for you, sergeant.

Well, Hennessy what are you
standing there for, your health?

- This takes beef.
- Alright.

Congratulations, sergeant.

What is this,
a bedroom or a museum?

More junk here than
in a Chinese joss house.

I trust I did
the right thing, sir

by not breaking down the door.

'I realized I could be
of no help to him.'

No, he's been quite dead
for hours.

Bumped himself off.
That's plain enough.

Certainly looks
that way, Vance.

I'm afraid your trip
was spoiled for nothing.

I think not, Markham.

This may prove
far more interesting

than a trip to Europe!

You carry a gun?

No, sir.

You?

Uh, yes, sir,
but only at night

for the protection
of the household.

Is that it?

But he always kept it
in a desk drawer downstairs.

I saw it yesterday morning as
I was putting away some papers.

Oh, you did, eh?

Did Mr. Coe generally keep
his windows locked?

As a matter of fact, he was
a great believer in fresh air.

Ah, indeed.

I wonder if these gentlemen
would mind waiting downstairs?

Why, certainly not.

I'm sorry we had to
damage your door.

That's quite alright.
It's easily repaired.

I'll have it attended to
at once, sir.

Hennessy, see that no one leaves

the house without my permission.

Alright.

'This guy locked himself in here
and blew out his brains.'

I wish I could agree
with you, sergeant.

'How the devil could it be
anything but suicide?'

'to theorize
before we got here, Vance.'

'But now that you've seen this'

'and there are no signs
of a struggle..'

'and no means of entrance
to the room.'

Ah, no other means
of entrance.

How right you are, sergeant.

But we can hardly call a second
story window

a means of entrance.

And nothing here that even
a human fly could crawl up.

So why should Archer Coe
lock his windows

particularly if he was
a fresh air enthusiast?

I'm afraid your reasoning is
not altogether convincing.

Well, perhaps so. But..

...doesn't it strike you
as rather odd

that a man should suddenly
decide to commit suicide

while changing from his
street clothes to pajamas?

Well, why not?

A man debating suicide might

get partially undressed
and walk up and down

for hours
trying to make up his mind.

Yes, he might walk
up and down for hours

'but not with
one shoe half off.'

No, Markham,
something stopped him

as he was removing that shoe.

This was supposed
to suggest suicide

but...someone miscalculated.

But you can't get away
from that bolted door!

I wish I could.

Well, the way you figure it out,
the man was murdered.

As soon as the killer is gone

he gets up, goes
and bolts the door

plants himself in
a comfortable chair

with a loaded gun in his hand
to suggest suicide.

That's a swell theory.

Well, what is this?
What's happened?

Something terrible has
happened, Miss Lake.

What is it, Raymond?
What is it?

It's your Uncle Archer, Hilda.

He killed himself last night.

- Where?
- They're upstairs.

- Oh, Mr. Vance.
- How do you do, Miss Lake?

This is Mr. Markham,
the district attorney.

How do you do?

I'm sorry, Miss Lake, but you
mustn't touch anything until

the medical examiner arrives.
It's against regulations.

Is it also against regulations
to tell me what's happened?

We arrived only
a few moments ago.

We...found your uncle
as you see him.

It has every appearance
of suicide.

I doubt it.

Do you know of any one
who would have reason

to kill your uncle?

Yes, I had, for one.

Why, Miss Lake?

Because he stood in the way
of everything I wanted.

He made my life miserable

because he held
the purse strings..

...and because..

Because he was jealous of every
man who came near me.

I was afraid of him.

Oh, the horrible nights
I've spent in this house.

Are we to accept your comments

as a confession of murder,
Miss Lake?

Look here, Markham,
that's ridiculous.

Please, Raymond.

I think I can handle
this situation myself.

When we found your uncle,
Miss Lake

the door was bolted
from the inside.

Bolted inside?

Oh.

May be he did shoot himself.

Can't you make up your mind?

Do you know of anyone else who

felt as you do about your uncle?

Practically every one
he came in contact with!

He was ruthless.

He wanted his own way
in everything.

I imagine there are plenty
of Chinese

who will be glad to know that
his collecting days are over!

Ask our cook.

I shall.
Can you think of anyone else?

Well, Uncle Brisbane shared my
feelings toward him, I'm sure.

Where is this Brisbane guy?

May be he decided to do
something about it.

That's impossible.
He's on his way to Chicago.

He left on the 5 o'clock train
yesterday afternoon.

He'd be just about
getting there by now.

Well, you'd probably like to
wire him, wouldn't you?

Why, yes, of course.

Is that all?

For the present, yes.

Potentially,
nothing to worry about.

Suppose we check up
on Uncle Brisbane

on that Chicago train.

Won't take me but a minute.

- Hello?
- Come on, Snitkin.

Get your feet off the boss' desk
and jump down to Grand Central.

Alright. I get ya.

Yes, Mr. Heath.

Langham Hotel? Chicago?

Yes, sir. I'll rush the call.

Hold the wire, please.

Oh, yes, Mr. Heath.

We're expecting Mr. Brisbane Coe
this morning.

Oh, yes. He wired for
a reservation last night.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Yep. He took the 5 o'clock
train, alright.

Good.

You know, there's a few things
I'd like

to find out about
this girl Hilda Lake.

Why are you always trying
to check up on me?

I am not trying to
check up on you, Hilda.

I want to help you.

Well, you know
how I feel about you.

You know that I love you.

But lately, you seem
to have changed.

Every time I want to speak
to you about marriage

you evade me.

What's on your mind?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Raymond, I never said
I'd marry you.

But I thought that now we..

Well, that, that I could
take you away from here.

You might as well know
now as later.

When all this is cleared up

I'm going to marry
Tom MacDonald.

Ohh.

Oh, try to understand, Raymond.
I'm sorry.

- Oh, don't tell me.
- Come on, don't you kid us--

- Keep quiet.
- Oh, suicide, my eye!

With the DA himself
and Vance on the job?

It's suicide, and that's that!

Oh, come on. Have a cigar.

It's still suicide.

Are you a reporter?

No, I'm Sir Thomas MacDonald.

I'd like to talk to the officer
in charge here.

Oh, come on inside.

Why didn't you stay away
from here?

And leave you to face
this thing alone?

But you promised me
last night you wouldn't

come here.
Won't you go, please?

I can bluff it through.

I don't want the police
asking you questions.

I know all the answers.

Oh, but please go, for my sake.

Let's forget about it,
shall we?

It's too late now, in any case.

'The police are guarding
every entrance.'

Wait a moment.

You can cross through that yard
and get to your apartment.

No one will see you.
Take the first boat to England.

And I'll join you
as soon as I can.

They' re even deadlier
than the police.

- I had no intention of leaving.
- Ah, good.

Oh, by the way,
I was sorry to hear

about the death
of your dog last night.

Oh, thanks.

You didn't by any chance
discuss it

with Archer Coe, did you?

No, if had,
I might have killed him!

Well, did you?

That's your problem.

- Why didn't you?
- Oh, man, I want to see.

- How about a statement now?
- Give me a chance.

Oh, wait a minute.

I'm a doctor, not a magician!

- Always pulling funny--
- Go on, now. Scram.

- Alright, now listen to me.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute!

- Hello, doc.
- Hello.

Hello, Grassi.
Where've you been?

Haven't seen you
for a long time.

- Working hard.
- 'Hello, doc.'

Did you walk all the way?

I was in the middle of
cakes and sausage.

- What have you got?
- Just plain suicide.

This guy locked himself in
the room, bumped himself off.

Suicide! Then why didn't you
let me finish my breakfast?

- Hello, doc.
- Hello, Markham.

All you need is an order
to remove the body.

If you'd told me over the phone,
I'd have sent my assistant.

Mr. Markham told me to
phone you personally.

Don't crab at me about it.

I'll give you
the approximate hour

of the death, if you want it.

'we can do tomorrow'

'as it's just a case
of suicide.'

Now, why do you jump to
that conclusion, doctor?

I know a dead man
when I see one.

Besides, the door was bolted--

I know, the door was bolted
from the inside.

But what about the body? Hadn't
you better have a look at it?

I was going to.

I 'm a doctor,
not a detective.

This man is dead, with a bullet
hole in his right temple.

He's holding a gun
in his right hand.

Just the kind of wound that
might have been self-inflicted.

The position is natural

and the door
was locked on the inside.

Well...let me see.

That's strange.

Did you find something
to disturb you, doctor?

Plenty!

There's blood in his mouth

and he's got a skull fracture
from some club-like instrument.

Now what about the bullet
wound in his temple?

There's no blood there.

That's so!

Gentlemen..

...when that bullet
entered this man's head

he had been dead for hours!

Can you place the time
of his death?

I'd say from eight to
twelve hours ago.

Would you say that
the revolver was placed

in his hand before
rigor mortis set in?

Yes.

Did he die from the effects
of the blow on the head?

No, probably rendered him
unconscious for a while

but that wouldn't
have killed him.

- Not powerful enough.
- The blow didn't kill him.

The bullet didn't kill him,
and yet he's dead.

Suppose we try find out
just what did kill him?

Glad you thought of that, Mr.
Vance. It's not a bad idea.

Perhaps I'd better
take another look.

Alright, boys, let's pick up
these clues

before they get mussed up here.

Just a minute, doc, please.

Ready.

Give me a hand, sergeant.

Help me lift the body
over to the bed.

Where do you wanna put it?
Where do you wanna..

Let's get this body
over on the bed.

- 'Lift him easy, easy.'
- 'Oh, there he is.'

Now then,
let's slowly move that way.

- Alright there for you now?
- That's, that's it.

There couldn't have been
much of a struggle.

His hair isn't even mussed.

May be somebody slugged him
and then combed his hair!

By George, now I've got it.

Stabbed below
the left shoulder blade

near the spine.

There's no external bleeding.

- Internal hemorrhage, huh?
- That's it.

What do you think of the
suicide theory now, sergeant?

Well, it's slightly complicated.

The man's been shot, slugged

and stabbed himself
particularly in the back!

Yes, very complicated!

- Oh, Markham.
- 'Yes.'

You see, there's
no hole in the back

of his pajama jacket

so he couldn't have been wearing
that when he was stabbed.

But get this.

There's a hole
in the back of his coat

and another in his weskit,
bloodstained.

He must have been fully dressed
when he was attacked.

That lets me out. I've finished.

I suppose you want
a quick autopsy?

Yes.

Get that body down to the morgue

as soon as possible.
Good day, gentlemen.

- Good day.
- Hey, doc?

Yes?

Do you think there's any
possible chance

of that being suicide?

- What?
- Alright, alright!

Just a fair question, big boy!

Go on home and get your
hot cakes and sausage.

You need the strength.

- 'Hennessy?'
- Yeah?

- 'Hurry up with that deadline.'
- Right.

- 'Any report on that wire?'
- Not yet, sarge.

Send a wire to this guy Markham

98 East 71st Street,
New York City

and tell him..

'Brisbane Coe not
aboard this train'

Wallis Conductor,
Train Number Seven.

Sit down.

What time did Brisbane Coe
leave for Chicago?

In time to catch
the 5 o'clock train, sir.

How do you know he caught
the 5 o'clock train?

I phoned for the reservation

brought him his walking
stick and overcoat

and, and put his bag
in the taxi.

Uh.. Did you remain in
the house all evening?

Why, no, sir.
I went out about 6:30.

It was the servants' night off.
Everyone was out to dinner.

Mmm.

Did you notice anything unusual

in Mr. Brisbane's manner
when he left?

Well, now that you mention it

he was distracted
and, and very irritable.

Mm, you say
you gave him his stick?

- Yes, sir.
- Now what kind of stick?

His favorite,
an ivory-handled one.

He never went anywhere
without it, sir.

You're quite sure he took that
particular stick with him?

Positive. I handed it
to him myself, sir.

Did you see him when he returned
here last evening?

- Returned?
- Yes.

I didn't know he
had returned, sir.

Then whose ivory-headed
stick is that

hanging over that chair
in the hall?

- 'Sit down. Sit down.'
- 'I don't know, sir, I swear.'

- 'I don't know.'
- 'Steady, Gamble, steady.'

Is this it?

Is it?

Yes, sir.
I can't understand it.

I suppose you saw
nothing of his bag?

Why, no, sir.

Well, if he brought his cane

back here, what did he

do with his bag?

Ah, very good, sergeant.

That's just the point.

He undoubtedly
left it somewhere.

I should think the most
logical place would be

the check room
at the Grand Central Station.

Just an ordinary
pigskin bag, sir

with his initials "BC" on it.

- Is that it?
- Yeah, that looks like it.

There's your police
department receipt.

What time was this checked?

- 4:45.
- Thanks, pal.

Okay.

- Put it here.
- Did you examine the contents?

Did you find out what
time this was checked?

Yeah. There you are.

4:45.

'of the time, he didn't even
notice the people.'

'Well, there's a shaving kit'

'shirts, underwear, socks'

'collars, slippers..'

Nothing in there that a man
wouldn't ordinarily

take with him on a short trip.

Except this, perhaps.

"Unsolved Murders."

That's a swell book
to take to Chicago!

That's rather odd, isn't it?

Yes, more than that.

Gentlemen, the mist
is beginning to rise.

I think I know at least a part

of what happened here
last night.

How about this?

Let's say that Brisbane Coe
started for Chicago

on a night when he knew that no
one but Archer would be at home.

He missed his train purposely,
checked his bag at the station

and returned here
to kill his brother.

To make a perfect alibi

he planned to take
a later train to Chicago.

But something stopped him

and something stopped Archer Coe
before he could remove

his shoes last night.
Do you see what I mean?

Those shoes of Archer's,
that bag of Brisbane's

his stick hanging
there in the hall

that shouldn't have been there.

Say, just a minute.

Oh, Gamble.

Where did Mr. Brisbane
usually put

his hat and overcoat
when he came in?

He always hung them
in the closet, sir.

- Uh, which closet?
- This one.

Mr. Brisbane!

Well, Mr. Vance..

...where are we now?

I should say somewhere in
the middle of the Gobi Desert!

Hello.

What?

Again?

I'm right in the middle
of my lunch.

First you interfere
with my breakfast.

Then you ruin my lunch!

Don't you boys ever eat?

No, I'm on a diet.

Oh, alright.

Hello.

Alright. I'll attend
to that later.

Get me the wagon
and the fingerprint gang.

My, well..

Just a moment, please.

Ready? That's all.

Alright, go ahead.

Yep, he's been dead for hours.

And me thinking all the time
he was playing possum.

No..

Well, there are too many people
in the world, anyway.

Mr. Vance,
this is just ordinary junk.

I'm afraid so.

And I'd rather hoped
for something important.

- This one a little later.
- And the weapon?

The same, sharp and narrow.

'everything inside
and outside here.'

- 'Right, captain.'
- 'Hennessy?'

- Yes.
-Look for a sharp narrow weapon.

Found something?

but not fishing.

Markham, we're dealing
with a shrewd brain.

The technique for this crime
was very cleverly worked out

but something went wrong.

Here's your order
for the removal of the body.

- Thanks, doc.
- So long.

- I want food.
- Well, nobody's stopping you.

And if you got any more corpses,
bring them out now, will you?

I can't be running up
and down here all day.

What do you mean,
"running up and down all day"

with that swell car
the city gave you?

Oh!

Nothing upsets the doctor.

Hiya, Captain.
You wanted to take charge?

Well, if you hurry up
and solve this case

maybe I can go home!

Come on.

I can handle everything if I
don't get too much interference.

- Oh, Markham?
- 'Yeah.'

You're just in time
for a demonstration.

I think I can show you
how Brisbane Coe

used this fishing tackle.

He started for Chicago
merely to provide an alibi.

He had other plans
in this room. Watch this.

'Notice the bent pin which is
hooked on the bolt handle?'

'This is attached
to the string'

'I'm now pulling
through the keyhole.'

'If you follow the string,
you will see'

'that it passes
around a pin in the wall.'

'This acts as a pulley'

'and it's also attached
to a string'

'passing through the keyhole.'

'You see, the bolt is now
being forced into its socket.'

Upon my word!

'and then the second string.'

'And with it comes the pin'

'leaving no evidence.
Now let me in.'

- It worked?
- Yes, it worked.

Well, that explains that, then!

Very clever!

It could have been
done that way.

But if Brisbane killed
Archer Coe

who killed Brisbane
and hung him in the closet?

Why did he do it?

That's what we want to
find out, isn't it?

- 'Exactly.'
- 'Yeah.'

Gentlemen, two persons planned

the murder of Archer Coe.

- Two?
- What?

But their paths crossed.

- Brisbane was one of them.
- The other?

I've got it, the Chinese cook.
They're full of those tricks.

Now, get this.

Dr. Doremus said that Coe
was struck

over the head
with a blunt instrument.

This poker would answer that
description, wouldn't it?

Yes, and that certainly
looks like dried blood.

It certainly does.

But what about those
short, coarse hairs?

- They don't look like Coe's.
- No.

Well, Mr. Vance,
why didn't you find that

when you looked in there
this morning?

It wasn't in there
this morning.

Besides, it doesn't belong
in this room.

It belongs downstairs
in the library.

That you, Captain?

'What's the matter with you?'

'What is it, Captain?'

What is it, Captain?

You want me to go on down there?

Oh, good boy, Captain.

This dog's been struck
a nasty blow.

That explains the coarse hairs
on the poker.

- Uh, whose dog is this?
- I don't know.

I mean, I've often seen it
in the vacant lot, sir.

Just tell the truth, Gamble.

Yes, why don't you?

It belongs to the lady
next door, sir.

Hmm.

Uh, Hennessy,
get that fellow to a vet

as fast as you can, will you?

Yes, sir.

Easy now, easy.

Easy, boy. Easy.

Now, Gamble, let's have the name
of the lady next door.

Doris Delafield.

Yes, I'm Miss Delafield.

- Won't you sit down, gentlemen?
- Thank you.

I'm sorry I didn't win your
trophy at the dog show.

You're quite a fancier,
aren't you?

Yes, somewhat.

I'm interested in one
of your dogs, the Doberman.

You mean Figaro?

I wonder if I can have
a look at him.

I'm terribly sorry.

You know, he slipped his leash
last night and ran away.

I've notified the police.

My maid's been scouring

the neighborhood
trying to find him.

Well...did she inquire
at Mr. Coe's house next door?

Well, I, I don't know.

You and Mr. Coe have been
good friends, haven't you?

I know him. Why?

Your dog was found in his house
this morning, badly wounded.

What?

Have you any idea
how he got there?

No.

Do you suppose he would

follow someone into the house?

Why, I hardly think..

Say, what are you driving at?

Mr. Archer Coe and his brother
were murdered last night.

Murdered?

I was afraid that--

Just a moment.

Hello. Is that Miss Doris
Delafield's apartment?

Would you please tell
Miss Delafield that we couldn't

get the reservations for
her and Mr. Grassi on A-deck?

And ask her if B-deck
would be satisfactory.

Miss Delafield
will not be sailing.

You can cancel
the reservations for them both.

Both?

Do you mind telling me whom
the other reservation was for?

I refuse to answer
that question.

Would it be Mr. Grassi?

But I am Mr. Grassi.

And if I didn't cancel those
reservations, who did?

What? Miss Delafield?

Oh, no, no, she didn't.

No, really,
there's been a mistake.

'As soon as I can find out
about this, I'll call you back.'

I don't think you'll find
Miss Delafield

at home just now.

And as for the cancellation
of your steamship reservations

we regret very much
that it was necessary.

Who are you?

This is Mr. Markham,
the district attorney.

Oh, I'm honored, but I'm afraid
I don't quite understand.

It's about this.

As a matter of fact,
Mr. Coe didn't commit suicide.

- He was murdered.
- Murdered?

Would you mind coming
along with us?

Just a little matter of
comparing fingerprints.

No, not in the least.

I think that's all.

Found anything yet?

The one taken
from the doorknob

is too blurred
for identification

but this one is very clear.

It appears to be that of Liang,
the Chinese cook.

No, not yet.

Well, it must be here
somewhere.

I'm positive that the dagger
that killed the Coe's

belongs in that sheath.

- Tired, Markham?
- No, no.

Well..

...that's strange.

What is it?

A Ting-Yao vase is missing.

It's the most valuable
in the whole collection.

That's all that's left of it.

If I'm not mistaken,
that's blood.

Markham, I'm coming more
and more to the belief

that Archer Coe was
killed in this room.

That poker, this dagger sheath,
now these fragments, all here.

But, Vance, do you mean
to tell me

that the dead man
walked upstairs?

I'm not trying to tell you
anything but the facts.

It's the most remarkable case
in my experience!

Find anything, cap?

Yes, sir, plenty.

- Oh, Mr. Wrede?
- Yes, Mr. Vance?

Would you step in for
a moment, please?

Why, certainly.

- Smoke?
- No thanks.

Did you, uh, notice that
the Ting-Yao was missing?

Missing?

Why, it was here
yesterday evening.

At what time?

At about 6:30 or 7 o'clock.

I came back to talk to Mr. Coe.

About what?

Well, as a matter of fact

I...I wanted to quit my job
as his secretary.

Oh, you'd been having
some difficulties with him?

It was rather a personal matter.

I wanted his permission
to marry Miss Lake.

- What did he say to that?
- Hm.

He ordered me out.

- You went?
- Yes.

- Where?
- I went to find Miss Lake.

I thought she was
at the Kennel Club

but I had a puncture on the way.

So it was rather late
when I got there.

She'd already left with
Sir Thomas MacDonald.

Then I came home and
went directly to bed.

Did you hear anything
or see anything

when you came into the house?

No.

But after I'd been
in bed for a while

I heard some noises downstairs.

I opened the door
and looked down

but it was only Liang,
the Chinese cook, coming in.

Was he, uh, customarily noisy
in entering the house?

No.

As a matter of fact,
it's the first time

I ever heard him come in.

Indeed.

Well, I think that's all,
Mr. Wrede. Thank you.

Thank you. If there's anything I
can do to help, let me know.

- Quite right. Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

I think I'd check up on
that Kennel Club alibi.

I will.

You might have those fragments

checked for
fingerprints, if you will.

Yes.

Meanwhile, I'll do a little
exploring in the kitchen.

- Get Markham.
- Alright.

Mr. Liang, I believe?

You're the cook?

Me cook.

You can drop the pidgin English.

That isn't necessary with me.

Where did you go to school?

Columbia University.

Oh, that's considerable
education for a cook, isn't it?

Mr. Coe employed me

because I know a great deal
about Chinese porcelain.

Ah, I see.

Uh, that's a very lovely piece

of Ting-Yao, isn't it?

- How did it get broken?
- I don't know, sir.

I found the pieces in the
wastebasket in the library.

You want me, Vance?

Why, yes.

See that, Markham?

More blood spots on the inside.

Apparently the murderer
had dropped the dagger

in here to hide it
but he dropped it too hard

and the vase broke.

Uh, when did you find
these pieces?

This morning.

This morning?

You're sure it wasn't last night

about 8 o'clock, let us say?

No, sir. I did not get in
until after midnight.

I'm sure Mr. Wrede or Mr. Gamble
will tell you that.

What time did you find
the poker?

The poker?

Yes, the poker.

The one you hid in
the Chinese chest

in Mr. Archer's room
this afternoon.

But I don't know
what you mean.

Oh, yes, you do.

I was behind the door in
that room when you hid it.

Let me handle this, Mr. Vance.

or do I have to make you?

Wait. I'll tell you the truth.

Well, spit it out!

When I returned to my room here
about 8 o'clock last night..

Ah, I thought so.

...I heard angry,
muffled voices in the library

then a dull sound
as of someone falling.

I stood at my door here
and listened.

Then I heard footsteps

cross the kitchen and
go out the back door.

and everything was very quiet.

I opened the library door
and looked in.

The furniture was overturned.

The poker was there,
the desk was disarranged

and the valuable
Ting-Yao vase was broken.

I thought there must be
something wrong

so I went upstairs and looked
into Mr. Coe's bedroom.

He was dead.

Fearing that I might be
suspected

I went back to the library

and picked up the
broken pieces of the vase

and together with the poker,
I took them to my room.

And knowing that you were
alone in the house

you were afraid
you might be suspected.

So you hid the weapons and left?

Yes, sir.

You returned to the house
about midnight

and purposely
made a lot of noise

so as to establish your alibi.
Is that right?

- Yes, sir.
- Alright, then.

Where'd you put the dagger?

I did not find the dagger.

Don't give me that!

What did you do with
it after you

stuck it in Archer Coe's back?

- I've got it, Mr. Markham.
- Yes?

Fingerprint
on this broken fragment

belongs to the Italian,
Eduardo Grassi.

Well, Mr. Vance

looks like somebody else
miscalculated.

Yep, it fits.

Oh, that doesn't
prove anything.

What about this?

Where did you get it?

It was in Archer Coe's pocket.

What were you doing outside

the drawing room
window last night?

I..

...I wanted to be sure
that he was alone.

Why?

For weeks,
we had been negotiating

for the sale of his collection

to the museum at Milan.

It meant everything to me.

He kept raising the price,
but on Monday

we came to an understanding

and I cabled the museum
that I had succeeded.

And last night,
he turned me down

because he saw me
with Miss Delafield.

Let me explain.

Archer was
extremely jealous of me.

Well, you can't
blame him for that.

You went there to
threaten him, didn't you?

Which I had every right to do.

I told him I would use
any means to make him fulfill

his contract.
He laughed at me.

Said that he would smash
every piece in his collection

before he'd let me have it.

So you picked up the poker

and did a little smashing
on your own account, eh?

I did not!

Let me have that fragment,
will you?

Thank you.

Do you know how that was broken?

The Ting-Yao vase?

With blood stains on the inside

and your fingerprint
on the outside.

I-I don't know.

Sergeant, I think you'd
better book him.

Right.
Thank you.

Come on, let's get out
of that monkey suit.

Let's get going.
Come on.

Don't worry.
I'm not running away.

You telling me?

I suspected the Italian
all along.

Exactly.

But why should Grassi
also stab Brisbane?

And what about the Doberman?

You see, Markham, we have nearly
all the pieces of the puzzle

but none of them seems to fit.

Here we are.

This isn't it.
This is the basement.

I know. Come on.

I just want to see
where this goes.

- Oh, good evening, sir.
- Gamble.

By the way, uh..

...how long have you been
using that name?

- All my life, sir.
- Hm?

Dubois checked
Gamble's fingerprints

at the Identification Bureau.

And who do you think
he turns out to be?

- Not Gamble?
- No, Atlantic Eddie.

You used to work the boats on
both sides of the ocean.

Honestly, Mr. Vance, I haven't
turned a trick in five years.

Well, that's alright, Eddie.

I just wanted to let you know

that we're old pals.

Sir, someone
slipped in the back door

and went into one
of the front rooms.

Don't be surprised, gentlemen.

I'm used to coming
in here like this.

As the district attorney,
you're responsible

for this case, aren't you?

- That's right.
- Well, I'm tired of detectives.

I'm tired of being spied on.

All you want to know is who
killed Archer Coe, isn't it?

Naturally.

- Well, I did.
- What?

Yes, and there isn't
a jury on earth

will convict me
when they hear my story.

You don't believe me,
do you?

You were wondering
this afternoon, how my dog

Figaro,
could get in to this house.

Well, he was following me.

He was defending me
when he was struck.

Well, where did you kill
Mr. Coe?

In his bedroom.

What kind of lipstick
do you use?

Lipstick?
What's that got to do with it?

Is that yours?

Yes, that's mine.

While I was struggling
with Archer

my bag dropped on the floor,
and everything spilled out.

Won't do, Miss Delafield!
It's an old trick.

It's not a trick.

I didn't realize that you were

so fond of Mr. Grassi.

Mr. Grassi has nothing
to do with it.

Take me down to the station.

I'll say nothing more
until I get an attorney.

'Help! Help!'

There.

This guy's been stabbed,
Hennessey.

Is this it, Mr. Vance?

Yes, that's it.
Thank you very much.

First you spoil my breakfast.

Then you break up my lunch.

Now you pull me, out of bed
in the middle of the night

and this fellow not even dead.

Why don't you put that
in your report, doc?

on that silk handle..

...but it fits perfectly.

Where'd you find it, sergeant?

- Under the bed.
- Well, congratulations.

That's alright, Mr. Vance.

Three times
with the same weapon, Markham.

Tom, what is this?

What's happened?

I don't know, dear.
Somebody stabbed me.

- Is it serious, doctor?
- Oh, no.

I gave him three grams
of sodium amytal

to quiet his nerves.
He'll be alright.

I'd like to rent a room here
till they finish this case.

Poor darling.

I wish I hadn't got you
mixed up in all this.

You shouldn't have come here.

Let me see this through alone.

'Can't we get away from here?'

Well, what do you think
about it, doc?

Well, the thrust punctured
the median basilic vein

and caused a hemorrhage.

Could the wound have been
self-inflicted, doctor?

I'm the city butcher,
not a detective.

Don't bother me with any murders
after 3:00 tomorrow.

I'm going to the World Series.

Hey, doc, phone me the score
between innings, will you?

Get these people out of this.
What are they waiting for?

You say that when you were
stabbed, you saw nothing, huh?

That's right.

It was dark.

I heard a noise and
jumped out of bed.

'Somebody threw a chair
and just missed my head'

and struck the window.

I shouted for help and
ran towards the door.

Then I, I felt a sharp pain in
my arm as I lost consciousness.

Knifed by a ghost!

That's a hot one!

I think he done it himself.

- How dare you, sir?
- That's not fair.

Do you know anything about that?

Where'd you find it?

Under your bed.

I, I never saw it before.

Yeah, like I never saw
a pair of handcuffs.

You've no right to question him
now in this condition.

Rather funny.

I have a suspicion
that whoever killed the Coe's

came from this house..

...probably from this room.

fit the pieces of this
jigsaw puzzle together.

Now, here is East 71st Street.

This is the Coe house, the yard

and the apartment house
next door.

Now, let's have a look inside.

This is MacDonald's apartment.

Directly opposite is the window
of Archer Coe's bedroom.

Underneath MacDonald's apartment

is the cozy little nest
of Miss Delafield

and her temporary guest,
Mr. Grassi.

This is the elevator..

...and here are the stairs
that lead directly

to the back entrance.

From there, it's easy to reach
the back entrance

to the Coe house
across the yard.

Now..

...that's the front hall,
and here's the library.

On Wednesday evening
between 7:30 and 8 o'clock

Archer Coe was sitting
alone in that room.

Now, remember it was
the servants' night off.

The killer must have known this
when he came in the back door.

He was so intent upon
what he was planning to do

that he must have left
the back door open.

Because from somewhere in
that vacant lot came a dog.

A Doberman pinscher..

...belonging
to Doris Delafield.

He saw the back door standing
open and...went in.

Meanwhile, the killer
was moving along the hall

toward the library..

...making absolutely sure that
Archer Coe was alone.

He knew exactly
where he was going

and exactly what he was
going to do.

He came so silently

that it must have
startled Archer Coe

when he looked up and saw him

carefully closing the doors.

It is my conjecture,
gentlemen

that a terrific argument
took place.

Archer Coe must have
struck him.

And as he fell back

he picked up the poker
as the first weapon

that came into his hand.

He struck Archer Coe
on the head.

Coe collapsed across the desk

his hands groping
in the drawer of the desk

for his gun.

Then in the blind rage
of the moment

the killer saw
a Chinese dagger.

He seized it

and stabbed Archer Coe
in the back.

Coe probably fell to the floor.

Meantime, our Doberman pinscher
was coming closer and closer

probably attracted by the sound
of the struggle in the library.

As the killer opened
the door to escape

hesaw the Doberman pinscher
in the hall coming toward him.

He again picked up the poker
as the dog entered the room.

True to the instinct of his
breed, the dog sensed an enemy

he leaped.

The killer struck

and the dog fell,
badly wounded.

Now he tried to hide the dagger
in the Ting-Yao vase.

But he dropped it too hard, and
the porcelain broke into bits.

He picked up the dagger again

and went out
the same way he came in.

Meanwhile, Coe slowly
regained consciousness

and pulled himself to his feet.

You remember, gentlemen,
that Dr. Doremus said

Coe died of
an internal hemorrhage.

That is the key
to the whole situation.

Archer Coe, already
a dying man, walked upstairs.

And what is even more terrible

he did not know that
he had been stabbed.

He went to his room, and,
feeling a little faint probably

he removed his coat and vest

and hung them in the closet,
where we found them.

He put on his pajama top..

...and went to the window
and raised the shade.

Can you imagine
the killer's emotions when

from someplace in
the apartment house

across the vacant lot..

...he looked over
and saw the man

he thought he had killed

standing there at the window?

He knew then
that he had to go back

and complete his job
to save himself.

Feeling very faint by now..

...Archer Coe went
from the window

to the chair beside his desk..

...where he sat down.

There he started to
remove his shoes.

You remember just
how we found him..

In the very act
of removing them

before he could get
one of them entirely off..

...he died.

Idon't think he ever knew
what killed him.

Now we come to the most awful
part of the tragedy.

Brisbane Coe
came back to the house

with a cleverly worked out plan
for killing his brother.

He also knew that it was
the servants' night out

and that he would not be
disturbed.

He went down the hall
to the library

and from the drawer of the desk

he took Archer Coe's
own revolver

and put it into his pocket.

Then, turning out
the light on the desk

hewent out of the room.

He hung his stick over
the chair in the hall

and tiptoed up the stairs

and into Archer Coe's room.

He saw his brother
sitting in his easy chair

apparently asleep.

I can see him tiptoe
across the room.

And from somewhere
just across the desk

he took out the revolver.

And with careful aim..

...he pulled the trigger.

Meantime, the killer

believing that he had
only wounded Archer Coe

came back by the same route
to finish his job.

Then Brisbane closed
the window, lowered the shade..

...and returning to the body,
hecarefully placed the gun

in Archers hand,
as though it had been suicide.

Then he went to the door.

And with the two pieces
of string

the pins,
and a darning needle..

...he was able to bolt
the door on the inside

just as I showed you.

A very clever device,
gentlemen..

...which he had discovered

in the book of
"Unsolved Murders"

which we found in his suitcase.

Then, gentlemen, Brisbane
went on down the stairs

little knowing
what awaited him there.

The killer mistook Brisbane
for Archer Coe

and drove the dagger
into Brisbane's back.

Then, to hide the body..

...he dragged it
into the closet.

I doubt if he even discovered
his mistake until the next day.

That's great.

But who did all that?

Well you can search me!

I'm going screwy!

Well, you can include me
in that, sergeant.

Haven't you got any ideas
at all, Vance?

Markham, it's a maze
of conflicting clues.

Any one of seven people
might have done it.

But we couldn't convict
seven people, Mr. Vance.

You couldn't convict one
with the evidence you've got.

Gentlemen, I'm afraid
we're completely stopped.

Licked.

Well, I hate to admit it,
but it looks that way.

Vance, in all the years
we've worked together

I've never heard you
say that before.

I know. I'm sorry, Markham.

Well, what are we
gonna do about it?

I don't know.

Are you sure you
checked up on all the alibis?

Every one of 'em.

'situation with Dubois?'

'sergeant, but there must be'

'something that
we can get our teeth into.'

Markham, I suggest that
you dismiss this case.

- What?
- Dismiss it?

Yes, turn all
the suspects loose!

I can just see
all the newspapers in this town

screaming for
a new district attorney!

Well, we can probably cover
you up alright, Mr. Markham.

I've said it was suicide
all along.

Yes, I know we could
put that solution on it

but I hate to do it.

Alright, sergeant, go ahead.
Turn 'em loose.

- Turn 'em loose?
- Yes.

Well, Mr. Vance, this is once
we're both stumped!

When you give up,
Vance, I'm sunk.

Oh, I haven't given up.

- I have another idea.
- Huh?

If it works

I'll have your killer
for you in half an hour.

I'm going to arrange a little
meeting with him now.

What!? But you let me
dismiss all the suspects.

Yeah. That's just what
I wanted you to do.

Hello, uh, this is Mr. Vance.

I hope I haven't disturbed you.

I wonder if you'd
do me a little favor.

- Mr. Markham?
- 'Yes?'

Can I see you a minute?

That suicide story might work
alright for Archer Coe

but I forgot all about Brisbane!

Well, never mind about that now.

Just release the suspects
as I told you.

Alright.

That's right. At 4:30.

Just get him into an argument.

Oh, I'll have him with me.
I'm depending in his instinct.

That's right. Thanks.

If we can catch him
off his guard

I think he'll
give himself away.

Come on, Markham, we've
got to get there before..

4:25.

They're in the library now.

Well, this is the first time
we've used bloodhounds

in police work, since I wore
high-buttoned shoes.

And red flannel underwear?

Oh, I always wear
red flannel underwear.

So do I.

I want your
bridal suite on the..

...on the Caronia.

They're sailing at midnight.
That's right.

Thank you.

Sailing at midnight?

Lady MacDonald.

Is it the title
that dazzles you so much?

Or is it the fortune
she'll inherit that

makes her so attractive,
Sir Thomas?

Raymond, are you crazy?

It isn't the first time a
fortune has bought a title.

It so happens, I'm not in need
of a fortune. Possibly you are!

Raymond, you've no right
to interfere this way.

'You think you're both
sailing at midnight?'

'Well, it won't work! You're
going alright, Sir Thomas!'

- 'But your going alone!'
- 'Really?'

Yes, and you're going now,
or else--

- Raymond!
- You!

Take him off. Take him off.

No!

Aah!

Take him off.
Take him off, will ya?

Will ya take him off?

Help. Help.

Figaro. Figaro!

Hold him, here. Hold him.

Why did you kill Archer Coe?
Why did you kill him?

- I didn't mean to kill him!
- But you did, eh?

I tell you, I didn't mean
to kill him.

He struck me when I told him
I wanted to marry Hilda

but I lost my head.
I hit him with a poker.

I don't remember anything
after that!

What about Brisbane?

It was a terrible mistake.

And MacDonald?

I still would kill him
if I could.

There's your man, sergeant.

You made a fatal mistake, Wrede,
when you reached for that poker.

Somebody swiped my bracelets!

You dropped them
in the pantry.

Oh. Alright, Hennessey, take him
down and book him.

I want to thank you very much
for your cooperation.

Not at all.

It was Sir Thomas I telephoned

from your office, Markham.

He very cleverly helped us

stage this little scene.

We have to thank the dog
for the rest.

Well we did it again,
Mr. Vance.

- Congratulations, sergeant.
- Thank you.

I'll certainly mention you
in my story to the papers.

- Thank you.
- Oh, that's alright, Mr. Vance.