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That one?

Pretty, huh, Ben?

You know, back in the days of Cleopatra, all sorts of virtues were ascribed to

emeralds.

Worn at the throat, they were supposed to prevent epilepsy.

And get this, preserve chastity.

Swallowed, maybe because of their beautiful green color, emeralds were

to do wonders for the eyesight.

Inspector Claude used to steal.

You've guessed.

Claude, the face of the law may change, but never the clutch of the

contemporary.

How are you?

Distressed. Oh, why?

Seeing you. You were drooling.

You must admit they are rather mouth -watering, aren't they?

Well, did you know that back in the day... How did you get in?

By invitation.

I don't believe it.

Then feast your eyes on this.

Mr. Oppenheim has obviously taken leave of his senses.

Oh? Why?

If I owned £200 ,000 worth of emeralds, the last person in the world I'd let

near them is the infamous Simon Templer.

Ladies and gentlemen, please, one at a time.

Mr. Cario, tell me, why do they call you the gem detective?

I have a knack of recovering stolen jewelry.

Seven spectacular cases in the past eight months.

To what do you attribute your success?

To the fact that I have a criminal mind.

Can you explain that, sir?

Yes, I know the way criminals think. I've trained myself to react as they do.

anticipate. At the moment, you're working for Oppenheimer. Oh, no, no. I'm

employed by the insurance company. As a guard?

No. It's my job to see that the Oppenheimer emeralds remain exactly

are now until the end of the exhibition.

I've devised the most foolproof security system ever invented.

Well, there's something about Corio that doesn't ring true.

Meaning? You have other guards, eh? If he's for real, I'm Alice in Wonderland.

As you can see, there are two entrances to the room. The door through which I

entered and that one there.

Both guarded by hand -picked security men.

In the unlikely event that any thief did get past the guards, he would have the

alarm system to contend with. The most sophisticated security system ever

devised.

You seem amused, Mr. Templer.

I am.

I can assure you, ladies and gentlemen, that to nobody, not even a man of Simon

Templer's known talents, can possibly get into this room.

The emeralds are guarded by a chain of photoelectric cells so sensitive that a

feather falling across the beam would set them off.

I will give you a demonstration.

I've ordered the controls turned on for 2 .35.

Now, do you mind moving back, ladies and gentlemen?

The cells should be coming on now.

Now, if you'll watch carefully.

Just a testing drill. You can get back to your post and save the bell.

Ladies and gentlemen, I will stake my reputation on this room being absolutely

impregnable.

All right, give up.

20 seconds unconscious, 60 seconds dead. Submit.

You mean I have a choice?

You're a little bit rusty.

No, don't just kneel there, Nick.

I'm afraid, Nick, I've forgotten most of the moves.

One never forgets the cut or the move.

What gets rusty is this, the motion.

Motion, no mind in us. The ability to act and react without thinking.

In that case, I'll concentrate as hard as I can on not thinking.

Well, that's the difference between a black belt and a white belt beginner.

on.

Good. Now you're beginning not to think.

Come. Come down here.

Um, I'll show you the counter to the Tytosh. All right?

Go.

Right. Now you do it.

All right?

What have I done wrong?

You didn't break his balance.

Well, I thought no less.

How are you? You're a man of many talents.

Vittorio is one of my prized pupils.

He's a black belt judo, black belt kendo, and fourth dan karate.

Congratulations. Thanks.

Professor, my partner didn't show.

Hard to blame him.

Is there someone I could work out with?

No, no, not right now.

Unless, uh, Simon?

Would you?

Why not?

Moosh in, Simon, moosh in.

it too hard.

The boat was entirely mine.

Emotionic. To the thought of my head.

He's admitted.

I'm sorry, Templer.

I didn't mean your pat.

Didn't you?

I'll have to pat harder in future, won't I?

Sorry about that, Templer. I might have killed you.

You might have, but since you didn't, it really doesn't matter.

No hard feelings?

We'd better return Matt sometime.

I'm sure we will.

Sometime.

Are they here?

She's telling her that I'm used.

Here, drink this. Thanks.

How are you feeling now?

I'll let you know when I've stopped shaking.

What does a girl tell a man who's just saved her life?

She can't stop with her name.

Dixon.

Janice Dixon.

Dixon. Familiar?

Vaguely. My brother was Roy Dixon.

Ah, yes, the jewellery designer.

Stole 20 ,000 pounds worth of diamonds from Justin Gaynor of Regent Street.

That's just it. He didn't.

The law said he did.

The law is wrong.

I remember rightly the paper said something about the diamonds being found

his bedroom.

The diamonds were planted in his bedroom.

By whom and why?

So that they could be discovered by that brilliant private detective named Peter

Correo. Wow.

To add to his glory.

The great detective who always gets his man.

Even if it's the wrong man.

You're saying that Corio framed your brother?

And killed him.

I know it sounds absolutely mad, but it's true.

After Corio found the diamonds, the police came.

Roy panicked and he ran.

The police went after him.

He was knocked down by a car running across Knightbridge.

And he died on the way to hospital.

The men who are after you tonight, what do they want?

Not all the diamonds were recovered.

Corio thinks Roy gave them to me.

Those two men have been following me for weeks.

Why didn't you go to the police?

The police believe Roy was guilty.

Why would they take my word for anything?

Janice, are you saying that Corio plans these robberies, recovers the stolen

goods, and then collects the reward money?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

You're talking absolute nonsense.

You should know, Claude, you've listened to enough in your time.

Just how, if I may ask, did you arrive at this wild theory?

It's been brewing since yesterday.

Well, put it back in the vat.

Claude, look at it this way. In the past eight months, there have been seven

robberies. First, there were Lady Craythorne's pearls. They were insured

,000 pounds, am I correct?

You were.

Then there were the Justin Gaynor diamonds, eight minks from Worsham's.

go on? I remember the items.

At least that's something to say for you, Claude.

Incompetent, yes.

Forgetful, never.

I'll say good morning now.

That's not all you'll say before I'm through, Claude.

In seven robberies, all the goods were recovered.

Correct. But not by you.

No. Not by Scotland Yard. No.

But by that invincible, indefatigable, private investigator, Peter Carrier.

Explain it, Claude.

Explain what?

How can a private detective... This is in the most disgusting state. How can a

private detective accomplish entirely on his own what Scotland Yard, with all

its facilities, can't?

Well, Ed, it's quite simple. Not to me, it isn't. Peter Correo acts as if he's

for the insurance company.

And very efficiently, too.

The thieves contact him after the robberies and offer him the stolen items

at a cut price.

For considerably less than what they're insured for.

Yes.

So, the thief gets paid off.

Lady Craythorne gets her powers back.

The insurance company pays out, saves money, and Peter Corio gets a reward.

That's it in a nutshell.

And Corio is the colonel.

Simon, we've no reason on earth to believe that Peter Corio isn't

the level.

Don't give up hope.

I won't.

This, too, is Roy's design.

The last thing he did.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Yeah?

He was a very good boy, but too ambitious. I often say to him, do not

son. Your most important mission is to learn.

It's funny.

What is?

I was his teacher and at 27 he knew more about this line than I do now.

At 60.

Mr. Justin, do you think my brother stole those diamonds?

Miss Dixon, I always feel theories must be founded on logic, no?

Now, is it logical I ask you that an innocent man should run from the police?

Roy panicked. He lost his head.

He earned a pretty fair salary here, didn't he?

Exactly 17 times as much as I earned as an apprentice in 1920.

You said he also had a fairly decent -sized savings account.

Four thousand pounds.

And it's a just thing, applying your theory. Is it logical that a young man

is well -paid, well -off...

Would steal when he was certain to be suspected and almost certain to be

Mr. Templer, when you are my age, you stop trying to understand human nature.

Do you?

Besides, the case is closed.

Oh, I understood some of the diamonds are still missing.

There are a few of the smaller stones, about 2 ,000 pounds worth. The company

not concerned.

But I am, Mr. Justin.

Very, very concerned.

Roy didn't speak much about his sister, except he said you lived in Australia.

Yes, I came back when he died.

To clear his name?

Yes. So anything you can tell us? Anything at all?

Maybe there is one thing.

Roy received several telephone calls the week before the robbery from a girl.

Was this unusual?

Yes, I...

I remember the calls particularly because they were person to person from

Edenhead. You never mentioned this girl in the letter?

No.

There's just one thing.

Oh, what's that?

Among his personal effects, there was a small address book.

Oh, where is it?

At my flat.

Diamond, look.

I'm frightened.

There, that should be everything.

Good. Get your bag and gloves.

Do you really think they were after the diamonds?

Of course.

Well, they didn't find them because I haven't got them. I know. Just as long

you believe that.

Of course I do, Janice. Now, will you please hurry up?

I hate leaving the place in such a mess.

Do you really think it's necessary?

Janice, those characters are going to come back and get the truth out of you,

even if they have to twist your arm or break your neck.

Now, shall we go?

Where are you taking me?

To a friend's.

Do you have the address book?

Yes, in my bag.

Good.

Don't lose him. Don't worry, I won't.

There would be dance partners around our tail.

The light's changing.

Hang on there.

The maker's late.

They ignored them.

I'll make Jim Clark.

Sorry about that. Is this the right road for Birmingham?

Oh, yeah.

Straight through the wall.

Less than a lubricating bay.

Right of stores. You're there.

Very funny. Would you believe me if I were to tell you that two men armed to

teeth are chasing us?

No. I thought not, so I'll try the story on somebody else. Good morning.

There's nothing in his personal address book.

You sure?

Wait a minute, what's this?

Maidenhead 41111.

And under it's written Miss Dallas.

That shouldn't be hard to trace.

If there's a telephone wherever we're going.

You're listening to Aunt Prudence until things cool down.

Your aunt?

Everybody's aunt.

That's right, operator. Maidenhead 41111.

It's listed under what?

I see. Thank you.

Any luck?

Yes, it's the North Bank Yacht Club.

Yacht Club?

Hmm.

You know, some of this stuff went over on the Mayflower and got sent back as

reject. Uh -huh.

Is that Aunt Prudence?

That is Whistler's grandmother.

That is Aunt Prudence. You face this fickle -hearted wretch.

I'll have you skinned. Approved. Don't holler at me, you beast.

Is there any way to talk to your future husband?

The wedding's off.

Back in time a month, they only just called on me. You're not the only pebble

the beach.

Oh, you're not steady enough for me.

Not steady enough for you either.

What's your name?

Oh, Prudence. I didn't ask you.

Speak up, girl.

I'm Janice Dixon.

Are you in love with this?

Spalpeen? Straight to the point, as usual.

Don't risk it.

He is strictly kiss and run, this one.

I met his type before.

In the forces.

True, he was a drill sergeant during the war.

Kept him in line, too.

Well, what do you want?

I'd like you to put Janice up for a couple of days.

Oh, why?

Oh, you're off the beaten track here.

Coppers after?

No, but, uh... A couple of rather unpleasant characters have been making

threatening gestures.

Have they now?

Well, let them come sniffing around here. I'll crack their heads open.

She could, too, you know. Or even worse.

Worse? Yes, you could shout them to death.

Cruising's over.

Oh.

Hey, you wouldn't be from the football pools, would you? No, I'm afraid not.

I didn't think so.

You, uh, been here long? Ten years.

You, uh, wouldn't know a lady named Dallas, would you?

Nope, never heard of her.

Thanks, anyway.

Yeah, I know a boat we had named, though.

A boat?

A cruiser.

Where is she?

Out there.

She's the big white one.

You know who owns her?

Yep. Well, are you... Going to tell me?

I'm just thinking about it.

There are other ways of finding, aren't you?

Yeah, it'd be quicker if I told you, though, wouldn't it, Duff?

No, no.

I don't want no bribe.

It tickles me to be contrary sometimes.

Yes, you look like a young fella.

I'll tell you.

The Miss Dallas belongs to a bloke named Correo.

Peter Correo.

There's nothing in the world that irritates me more than the inability to

out simple, straightforward orders.

I'm playing a very dangerous game.

Every move has been carefully planned and timed to the second.

I've told you before how I deal with people who make stupid, idiotic

We couldn't help it.

It just happened.

Nothing just happens.

I warn you two, if ever again... Get out.

Not that way.

Why, Templer, what a pleasant surprise.

I hope so. May I continue to come in? By all means.

Is this a social visit?

No, not exactly.

I've come to ask you a few questions.

About what?

Roy Dixon.

Ah, yes, the diamond job I solved at Justin Gaynor's. A remarkable bit of

I'm a remarkable detective.

Also clairvoyant.

Thank you. It isn't a compliment.

No? No, there's a school of thought that believes the diamonds found in Roy

Dixon's bedroom were planted.

A school with one pupil.

Namely, Dixon's sister.

It's narco -educational.

I joined. Aren't you a little old to be playing with bricks?

To reach my standard in karate, you have to practice all the time.

Yes, I understand you're very good at it. Oh, not very good.

Exceptional. Watch.

You could hide your hand doing that, you know.

It's your duty to go to the police if you've any evidence that Dixon was

I haven't.

Yet.

You have a lion dog.

Yes, early Ming.

It's a beautiful copy.

It's an original.

A copy.

I paid $7 ,000 for that in Tokyo last year. Yes.

To Jackie Sabato. Has a little shop by the university.

Has them made up in Yokohama.

Always fooled some reasonably intelligent people in his time. But

awful lot of tourists.

But never the connoisseurs.

When did you buy them at Dallas?

What?

The cruiser you gave to the North Bank Yacht Club. How long have you had it?

A couple of years. Why?

No reason.

Do you know what that is?

This is a kendo fighting stick.

A very popular and ancient sport in Japan.

Another one of your many accomplishments, I suppose.

Yes. Would you like me to give you a demonstration?

Why not?

I don't know, Carrier.

Wooden bricks, wooden swords.

You do have some charity sports.

Temper, Mr. Carrier, or you'll end up breaking one of your priceless antiques.

Instead of the fakes, I'll see myself out.

Of course, women these days are completely unethics.

You should forget about careers and self -expression and all that nonsense and

concentrate on serving the men.

Serving? That's right.

The Oriental says the right idea.

Women walk ten paces behind the men, barefoot and carrying the luggage.

Oh, Prudence, I don't quite see you being, um... subservient. Yes.

Oh, honey, if I could find a good man, I'd polish his boots.

I'd... Carry the coals. I'd wait on him hand and fist.

What's that?

I don't know.

Get inside. I'm freezing.

It's such a lovely evening. I thought I'd go for a moonlight dip.

Get carried off and relax, Claude. Why are we here that long?

Long enough for a drink.

No, thanks.

You mean this is an official visit?

Unofficially official.

I found out something.

You're amazing.

What is it?

How you got the invitation to the press preview of the Oppenheim Emeralds?

Lord, you really must understand that I am invited all over London.

People are just crazy about me.

Corio sent it.

Did he now? I found out from the insurance company.

Intriguing, isn't it? When, as you so sweetly put it, I am the last person in

the world who should be that close to 200 ,000 pounds worth of emeralds.

Yes, Corio knows that.

Then why did he ask me?

That's what I want to know.

Then why not ask him?

I can't.

We're not on the best of terms at the moment.

I don't wonder.

With choreo -recovering gems, faster than you can pop mints into your mouth.

Now tell me something.

How did Roy Dixon die?

He was hit by a car being chased by the Chelsea police.

He didn't make any sort of statement?

No, he died on the way to hospital.

Without regaining consciousness?

That's right.

So you've only Corio's word for how he found the diamonds.

That's right, too.

Then in seven robberies you catch only one thief, only one, Mark you.

And he very conveniently dies before he can make a statement.

Foggy, isn't it?

Very.

Claude, oh boy, I suggest you go home and do some thinking.

For once, I'll take your advice. If you could only cooperate.

It'll be my pleasure. Good night.

Good night, Claude.

Well, don't tax your tired old brain cells, will you?

I've let you down, Simon.

You've taken Janice?

Hard to be interested in me.

Two of them? Yep. If I wasn't much use, I'm afraid.

Must be getting old.

Blame yourself. It's not your fault.

You're professionals.

How's that?

Oh, it's just all right. I'm not really hurt.

She wouldn't let them.

Said they could do what they liked with her, but to leave me alone.

Beats me. That's how they knew she was here.

What do they track her down? It isn't important how they found her. What

is where they've taken her. I think I know.

Where? America.

What? I heard them say so as they were tying me up.

They've taken her to Texas.

Texas? Yes, Texas, Dallas.

Not Dallas, Texas.

Miss Dallas.

It's a cruiser at the North Bank Yacht Club.

Prue, I love you.

Oh, yes.

I'm a regular sex kitten.

Without any doubt, my pet, you're the most exciting woman I've ever known.

You're marvelous.

Thank you, darling.

A woman in a million.

I mean it.

It takes real brains to fool a man like Simon Templer.

I only followed your blueprint.

How could I miss?

Oh, you do that beautifully.

Janice. Don't talk.

When tonight's over, we retire.

Who?

Where? No country cottage for you, my pet.

I'd hate that.

I know.

That's why I'm buying a house in Paris.

Peter, that's wonderful.

Do you realize how much we've nested in the last eight months?

Tell me.

We're within spitting distance of a quarter of a million pounds.

My, we're rich.

Then still tonight.

Unless something's gone wrong.

It's impossible.

I'm supposing the old girl fainted or collapsed.

Darling, you don't know the old girl.

Aunt Prudence hasn't fainted in her life.

Well, what if Templer didn't phone?

But he promised.

He said he'd phone at 9 .30 to see if Aunt Prudence and I were safe.

Peter, relax.

Simon Templer's on his way to Maidenhead at this very second.

Yes?

Good. Keep on his tail.

Let the air out of his tyres when he gets to the yacht club. I don't want him

London for the next two hours.

Right.

Our saintly friend has just passed the checkpoint.

Peter, what about the watchman at the yacht club?

Roaring drunk thanks to a new friend.

Darling, you think of everything.

Don't distract me, my sweet.

You've got the Oppenheim emeralds ahead of us.

You know, in a way, it's too bad.

What is?

That it all has to end.

It all worked so beautifully.

Just be greedy, darling.

Nothing lasts forever.

You know the job I like the best?

No, what?

Lady Craythorne's pearls.

They were so easy to steal.

And she was so pathetically grateful when you returned them.

And the insurance company was so generous.

We've been very lucky, darling.

Seven big jobs, seven big rewards.

And now we're going to set up Templer for the theft of the emeralds. Get your

coat.

Don't put the lights on. The curtains aren't drawn.

I suppose you know where his bedroom is, do you? You're joking, of course.

In there.

What sort of sentence will Templer get?

Oh, that depends on whether they nail him just for the Oppenheim emeralds or

the seven other jobs, too.

Do his shoes fit you?

Of course.

How do you know?

I checked at the gym. They were the same size.

Now go and get me an envelope.

Why? You'll see.

When I go down the rope, I'll scuff these shoes against the wall so the

scrapes off on them.

And leave the rest to the police lab, is that it?

In a nutshell.

We'd better get a move on. You'll have to bring the shoes back.

Janice, you're nervous. I'm not.

Temple isn't Maidenhead, remember?

We mustn't stand around talking.

All right, then. Open this envelope.

Peter, do we have to?

Janice, we're leaving all the diamonds not recovered from the Justin Gaynor

robbery. You're greedy, love. It's your own fault.

Well, the police can't fail to fault you.

How long will it take?

Not long.

Ten minutes and the Oppenheim Emerald will be in your lap.

I think I'm a bit nervous.

Because of Templer? I have a horrible feeling we're underestimating him.

Darling, at this moment, Simon Templer is rescuing you from a deserted yacht

club where no one can possibly give him an alibi. Ten minutes, though. Good

luck.

Can I help you?

I'm waiting for a friend.

Right, miss.

Why doesn't he get out?

I don't know.

Let's ask him.

The crime.

Where's Templer? None of your business.

Where did you learn to drive like that? Wouldn't you like to know, you pair of

bullying apes?

Mr. Carrion.

What? You seem somewhat surprised.

You thought maybe I was at the North Bank Yacht Club?

You're very clever, Mr. Templer.

Not very clever, Mr. Carrion.

Exceptionally clever.

Now, I suppose I'd better explain in words of one syllable where you went

We'll start at the beginning when you were explaining your foolproof security

system. You completely ignored the air vent. It was much too obvious an item

a smart detective to overlook.

And then Janice.

You couldn't possibly have known she was with Aunt Prudence unless she phoned

you. Which meant everything Janice told me right from the start was a build -up

to a frame -up.

I've underestimated you, Mr. Templer.

It doesn't matter.

I'm going to kill you.

Because I caught you trying to get away with the emerald.

Well, you certainly took your time. I came here as fast as I could. Are you

right?

Touch that you care.

Yes, I am all right.

There's the emeralds.

All yours.

Thanks. Anytime. What about Aunt Prudence?

Oh, I had men at the Yacht Club. She's at home, safe and sound.

Then I'll say goodnight. Oh, by the way, you'll find his girlfriend downstairs.

My sergeant's having a chat with her.

You'd better be careful. She'll talk him into giving her his police car.

Oh, Corrie, oh, I...

Told you you'd hurt your hands doing all that, sir.

Good night.