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Leave, sir. Leave, John. Yes, please.

And who that is?

It's all right for some.

All the women they want, just for the
asking.

Yes, it's the women who do the asking.
Every time.

Excuse me, sir, but could I have a word
with you in private? Why, sure,

sweetheart. What's the problem?

My mother's sick.

My father drinks and my life's in
terrible danger.

You know, this Casanova image just isn't
true.

Oh, why?

Do a lot of mingling here in London,
Paris, Rome, New York.

A lot of mingling.

But beautiful damsels in distress
practically never come up to me and say

like... Excuse me, can I speak with you?

Don't you say that again.

Can I have a word with you, please?

Well, go ahead.

In private?

Step into the office.

My name is Madeline Gray.

My life's been threatened and I need
your help.

Why mine?

Because I'm the famous Simon Temple.

Now, what's your problem?

I've just received this.

If you want to stay alive, don't see
Hobart Quenell.

Death car gave it to me at the reception
desk.

Oh, you're staying in the hotel, too?

And who exactly is Hobart Quenell?

You've heard of the Quenco Company?

Yes, chemicals, synthetic fibers.

One of the biggest in the world.

Well, Mr. Quenell is the president.

I have an appointment to see him tonight
in about half an hour now.

I was just going out when the death
clock gave that to me.

And why exactly would anybody threaten
your life?

I'm afraid it's rather complicated.

You see, my father is a very brilliant
scientist.

Don't tell me.

He has an invention worth millions.

How did you know?

I guess.

You see, I have an uncle.

He was a scientist.

His life ambition was to raise cabbages,
to mass produce them. So he used to

take all these test tubes and... Mr.
Templer, my life has been threatened.

you understand?

So where would you like to eat?

I'm staying in the hotel, too, because
my flat's being redecorated. Otherwise,

we could eat there.

You don't believe me, do you?

Not a word.

I think you're... I think you're
gorgeous.

It was a great gag, fellas.

Same again, John.

Would you get me a taxi, please?
Certainly, Miss Gray.

Looks like she's ignoring the note.

Yeah? I think she's on her way to
Quennell's now.

We don't want to do, Mr. Devando, you
buddy.

Be careful.

Sir? Yeah.

What's all this about him?

It's our old man.

He's Professor Calvin Gray.

Grainy type.

She'd invent you something.

Must be big.

Yeah, it is.

By the way, where'd you find the girl?

Girl? The girl for the gag.

You missed a line somewhere.

The girl, Madeline Gray.

The one you were talking to? Yeah.

We've never seen her before in our
lives.

You mean she wasn't with you, not a part
of it?

The man talketh in riddles.

Extraordinary coincidence.

Did you call a taxi for Mr. Ray? Yes,
Mr. Templer. Can you remember the

Uh, Hampstead, 26 Pentland Drive.

Thank you.

Is that...

Yes? We're plainclothes detectives,
special branch.

Did you receive a threatening note this
evening?

Yes. We've orders to take you to the
station for your own protection.

Thank you for your protection, but I
don't need it now.

I have an appointment and I'm just
about... I'm sorry, Miss Gray, but we've

to add orders.

I don't care what your orders are. I
have an appointment with Mr. Cornell and

I...

You keep out of this, sir. We're police
officers.

Yes, well, I'm the Home Secretary. Let
me see your identification.

All right.

You can sit.

Put her in the car.

Madeline, you all right?

I think so.

I was wrong not to take this seriously.
I'm sorry.

What changed your mind then?

Question time later.

Miss Gray, what's going on? Who are
those men?

What's more to the point is, who are
you?

I'm Walter Devan. You may not remember
me.

I met you and your father in the office
once.

Oh, yes, of course. You're Mr.
Quinnell's personal assistant.

Yes.

Now that we all know one another, would
someone care to introduce me to Mr.

Quinnell?

Good

evening,

Mr. Devan. Is Mr. Quinnell at home?

I'm afraid not, sir.

Then tell me, after all this, the great
man's out.

Ah, I'm afraid he is, sir. Where is he?
I had an appointment with him tonight.

Well, he's just about catching the
London plane from Newcastle. You

had an appointment.

Yes, his office confirmed it with me
this afternoon.

And you didn't know?

Know what?

Well, Miss Gray had an appointment and
the boss is out of town.

I haven't the faintest idea what you're
talking about.

Oh, Madeline, we're wasting our time
here.

I'll drive you back to the hotel.

Do you wish to leave a message, sir?

No.

Just a warning.

Let's get this straight. What exactly is
Process G?

It's a revolutionary new way of making
synthetic fibres.

Whoever gets it will put every
competitor out of business.

Seems to be worth a lot of money.

The American company has offered my
father for the world rights.

One million dollars.

A million dollars?

And Inverland Incorporated will really
pay you that?

Simon arrives in England tomorrow with
the contract.

Soon as Dad signs it, we get the check.

Whiskey said all right?

Yes, fine.

Why fool around with Quenelle?

Oh, sentiment.

Patriotism, I guess.

You see, Dad wants to keep process tea
in this country.

Well, Quenco's the biggest manufacturer
of synthetic fibres in England.

We thought they'd leap at it.

Quenelle turned it down.

No, that's what's so infuriating.

We offered him process G three months
ago.

His research chemist spent a week with
Dad down at our labs making tests.

What was their final verdict?

We haven't heard a word since.

Quenelle won't answer Dad's letters.
He's very conveniently out of town on

phone. So Dad got fed up and offered the
process to Wimbledon.

It occurs to me that somebody in Cuenco,
Quenelle or someone else, is trying to

steal it.

No, it's impossible.

Why? Well, in the first place, the
process is patented.

And a company with Cuenco's reputation
doesn't risk being dishonest.

Look, I don't understand why they're
playing hard to get. They could sweep

world markets with Process G.

Maybe you're being a little too
optimistic about it.

Well, if that's so true, why is
Imbalance so anxious to pay a million

for it?

Why indeed?

Tonight was my last attempt to talk
reason to Cuenco.

Obviously, I failed.

Would you mind if I tried?

What would you do?

Oh, I've got all sorts of little tricks.

I tell you what, you'll meet me in the
bar in an hour.

In the meantime, I'll try a few of them
on Mr. Cornell.

It is now.

Come in.

Thank you.

Is Mr. Quinnell back?

Why, but you're big and strong.

I think so. It's the tailoring. I come
from a long line of pigness.

Mutation. Gorgeous.

Is Mr. Quinnell back? You want to see my
father?

Mr. Quinnell is your father, yes. What
do you call him? Couldn't we get

acquainted first?

I'm Andrea.

I'm Simon.

Simon, lovely.

Simon means champagne.

In what language?

For the first time when I've fallen in
love with, I celebrate all my firsts

champagne. You must play havoc with your
father's cellar. Andrew, must you do

your entertaining in the hall?

Mr. Grinnell?

Yes?

Would you mind while you're putting the
champagne on ice?

I'm very busy. What do you want? A few
minutes of conversation.

Now, look here, young man. I'm not...
I'm not Simon Templer.

I see.

In that case, I can spare you two
minutes of my time. What is it? I'm

Why are you giving Professor Gray the
runaround?

What the devil do you mean?

Professor Gray has written you dozens of
letters about Process G.

His daughter had an appointment with you
tonight.

But you stood her up.

Miss Gray, an appointment tonight?

Tonight? I most certainly do.

Believe me, Mr. Quinnell, somebody in
your office did make an appointment for

her with you tonight.

And on her way here, she was very nearly
kidnapped by two thugs in your

driveway. You're not serious.

Your personal assistant, Mr.

Devan, was standing by, observing.

Now add that up. I can't.

If it's true, I just don't understand
any of it.

My theory is that somebody in your
organization doesn't want you to get

G. But that's ridiculous. Nobody would
want to be bothered. Process G is

worthless. Who says so?

My research chemists.

They must be mistaken.

Impossible. Really? Then why is
Emberline Incorporated willing to pay

Gray one million dollars?

Emberline? A million dollars?

Samberline arrives in London tomorrow.

With a contract.

I don't believe it.

It's true, Mr. Grinnell.

Somebody in your organization doesn't
want you to get processed G.

I have a hunch that somebody is Walter
Devan.

I've known Walter Devan for 15 years.

And I found him completely trustworthy.

It's your decision, Mr. Grinnell.

But if I were you, I'd check out Process
G with Carlton Gray personally, item by

item, first thing tomorrow morning. I
most certainly will, and I'm very

to you, Tucker.

You'll reach me at the Savoy Plaza.

I'll see myself out. All right. I'll let
you know what happens.

Thank you.

Simon, dear.

Not tonight, Josephine.

Worthless? Look, a man from New York
told Dad that processed tea would

revolutionize the entire textile
industry.

And a man from Germany said... Madeline,
you don't have to sell me. I'm

convinced already.

What's more, so is Cornell, I think.

He's promised to contact your father
tomorrow.

So I suggest you run upstairs, phone
your father, and tell him to put Cy in

line -off for a couple of days.

All right, I will.

Oh, and Simon, thank you. Thank you very
much. My pleasure.

Good night.

Talk to you in the morning. Mm -hmm.

Still here, fellas?

Filled in.

Is that girl really in danger?

No, not now. I've straightened things
out.

Some chaps have all the luck.

It's clean living.

I keep this. Sir.

Didn't you pick it up earlier this
evening?

No. Well, someone did. It's not here.

Obviously, I'm about to entertain an
uninvited guest.

Hello again.

Are you going to shoot me?

Well, I'm tempted.

Don't you want to know how I got in
here?

I presume you turned the key that's in
the door.

Oh, it's very clever.

The desk clerk was called away for a
moment. I helped myself.

That's breaking and entering. I know.

But I have to find out if this physique
is tailor -made or the real thing.

I don't know what you want to find out.

Are you working for Walter Dutton?

You're delirious. Or are you trying to
keep your father from getting processed

G?

Hurt you not well?

What?

Never mind.

Andre, we'll look after you.

I have a little flat in Bryanston, Muse.

We'll take you there, call a nice
doctor.

You'll be alone, just the two of us.

Hello, Madeline. This is Andrea.

She's just leaving.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are, my pet. Now, come on, on
your feet.

Time to go home.

Who's this? Your wife?

A business acquaintance. I'll beat it.
Come on. Where will I be?

I'll call you. Well, tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow.

Good night.

Here's my number.

It's my little nest.

I'll wait in tomorrow for your call.

Good night. My first signing.

Know who that was?

No. Andrea Quenelle, Quenelle's
daughter.

What's she want?

So what's with you?

I just came to tell you that my father
doesn't answer the phone.

I've called the house and the laboratory
and there's no reply.

Dad rarely goes out at night, never this
late.

Simon, the house is in an isolated part
of the country and I'm terrified that

something's happened to him.

Anybody else live in the house beside
you and your father?

No. Our cleaning woman comes in the
mornings.

Simon, I'm so scared. Let's not jump to
conclusions.

Your father could be asleep and not have
heard the phone, or the phone could be

out of order.

No, operator. I was just checking to see
whether the line was out of order.

Thank you.

Any sign of him? No.

Bed slept in?

No. Check the laboratory?

Yes, there's nothing there, but his
coat's still up in the room.

That doesn't prove much.

Hyman, look.

A cup.

Or a pot of tea.

Well, that does prove something. I'm
going to call the police. Madeline, the

timing has something to do with this.

You know why somebody tried to kidnap
you tonight?

I presume to stop me seeing Quenell.

Yes, but who knew you were seeing him?

It's the person at Cuenco who fixed the
appointment.

Now, that could have been Devon, even
though he denies it. Let's stay with

anyway. He fixes it, but Quenell is told
that Process G is worthless.

So he has to stop you and your father
from meeting Quenell face to face.

In order to do that, he arranges a
kidnapping.

With you, he failed.

But succeeded with your father.

But why does he want Quenell to think
it's worthless?

Because Emmeline Incorporated will pay a
million dollars to process G, and Devan

wants it all for himself.

Well, I'm getting called to police right
now.

Evelyn, turn the lights off quick.

Why? There's somebody outside.

Lock the door.

We meet again.

You didn't bring your buddy with you.

It's going to make life very difficult.

Where's Calvin Gray?

I don't know.

You don't scare me.

I missed.

Must be out of practice.

Let's practice some more.

Where's Calvin Gray?

I don't know. I think I know what you're
going to do with it.

Who are you working for?

Walter Devin?

Now look, buddy boy, I'm running out of
patience.

Are you working for Walter Devin or is
this I Am Blind?

In London!

Yes. All right, thank you.

Well, our dead prowler is one Jim
Morgan.

Present record?

Yes, the yard's trying to trace his
recent contacts.

If Devon's one of them, we'll be well on
our way to finding Professor Gray.

Are you through with me?

Yes, for the moment.

Thanks for your help.

Oh, Inspector, I have to go back to
London now. I'm a little worried about

Gray. They may just try again.

Well, that's all right, Sergeant Black.
I'll stick around and keep an eye on

her.

Yes, let's keep an eye on him.

I'm married with three kids, Mr.
Templer.

Congratulations. It doesn't show.

Bye, Inspector.

Bye.

Nice cloak.

It's nice, the sense of humor.

Yeah.

Miss Gray, I'm most deeply distressed by
this. Is there anything, anything I can

do? There's nothing anyone can do, Mr.
Quennell, except wait.

Hello, Mr. Quennell.

Good morning, Templer. Isn't this
terrible?

Simon. Have the police got any ideas?

No, not yet. I came along to go over
Process G with Professor Graves. I'd

promised only to find... It's
incredible.

Have you spoken to your scientists yet?

No, but I've been over their reports.

I'm convinced there's more to Process G
than I've been told.

Why the full facts have been kept from
me, I just can't imagine.

Then why not speak to Walter Devon?

Ask him why he's keeping Process G from
you. Is it that he wants to sell to

Emberlyn and cut you out?

And while you're at it, you might ask
him how he happened to be present at

Madeline's attempted kidnapping.

I tried.

Well? He's disappeared.

What? He's not at the office. He didn't
sleep at home last night, and his wife

doesn't know where he is.

Has he left the country?

I don't know.

With my father?

No, the police are taking care of that.

They're watching all exit routes out of
the country.

If the van is behind this, he'll be
caught and punished.

Miss Gray, I've known your father by
reputation for many years. Believe me, I

feel very badly about this.

Well, now I must go.

If there's anything I can do, please let
me know.

Yes, I will, thank you. Goodbye, then.
Goodbye, Mr. Templer.

Mr. Grinnell?

Why don't you go to bed?

Oh, Herman, I couldn't sleep.

You can try. You've been up all night.

Don't worry. It's perfectly safe. The
police are going to keep an eye on you.

You're leaving?

Yes, I have to go to London. I've
appointed myself a reception committee.

for Mr. Sy Inverland.

Yes, here it is. I am the line.

We arrived about an hour ago.

Any callers? No, Mr. Templer. That's
what I know of.

What's his room number?

403. May I? Yes.

403, miss.

Mr. Mullane, my name is Walter Devon.
I'd like to talk to you about Calvin

Thank you. I'll be right up. You're
flipping again.

Hello, Andrea.

But I won't tell if you'll buy me lunch.

Look, sweetheart, I'm rather tied up.
I'm sure you are.

You promised to phone me today. I've
been sitting by my telephone all

I tell you what, you wait in my room
just a little longer.

I'm a very impatient girl, Simon. Don't
you forget it.

Try holding your breath for a couple of
hours.

Mr. Devon? Come in.

Thank you.

Well, it's nice to see you again.

We've met before?

We haven't, no.

Because you're not Walter Devon.

And if you don't tell me what this is
all about, I'll have the hotel detective

up here in 20 seconds.

Go ahead and call him. We can ask him
what he thinks about Calvin Gray's

kidnapping.

Calvin Gray's what?

He was kidnapped from his home last
night. Walter Devon organized it.

Are you paying him?

That's about the nuttiest idea I've ever
heard.

You know Walter Devon? We've met. Where?

He works for the Quinco Company.

They've acquired some of our patents.

Devon and I worked out the terms.

I see.

Is it true your company is paying a
million dollars for process G to carbon

grade?

That is none of your business.

I'm making it my business.

With my help, you're not.

No cause, not yet.

Gringle, I knew you may have been a
great ball player in your day, but

pretty soft now.

Where's Calvin Gray? I haven't a clue.

All right.

Where's Walter Devon? I don't know.

Try his office.

Try his home. Try Alaska.

Alaska's an idea because he's very
conveniently disappeared.

Well, that's tough.

Is he offering you a cut rate for
process G? No.

Look, I don't know what this is all
about. I came to London in good faith

negotiated a contract with Calvin Gray.

I'm prepared to offer him one million
dollars.

That's all I know.

I'm inclined to believe you.

You'd better have a doctor look at that
wrist.

I'd hate you not to be able to sign
Calvin Gray's check.

Good morning.

You're becoming a habit.

Are you comfortable?

I had some champagne sent out.

So I see. On your bill.

Figures.

Here's to my first son.

Does anything go on in that simple mind
of yours?

No, not really.

My father gives me all the money I need.

I have to amuse myself.

I suffer from a kind of agitated
boredom.

I met you. I liked you.

And what I like, I get.

Like Walter Devon got a carbon gray and
kidnapped him last night. You're out of

your tiny mind.

Andrea. I have to find Walter Devon.
Will you help me?

Is that all you want to know?

Yes, that's all.

All right, I'll tell you.

You know where he is?

Walter Devon's home with my father.

He's been there since last night.

You're supposed to be resting, Miss
Gray.

If it had been done, I'm afraid.

Oh, do sit down.

Thank you, Miss. That's very nice.

How long have you been in the force?

Oh, uh, eight years, miss.

Really?

Mr. Ladd, it's on fire!

Stay here, miss.

All right, Miss Gray, now we've got your
old man and we want you. Now, come on.

Shut up!

Come on, I don't understand.

Why would Dad lie about Devan's
whereabouts?

You know your father better than I do. I
suppose you answer that one.

I can't.

We're not very close, you know. We don't
talk much.

He thinks I'm too stupid to understand
anything about business.

Just gives me a big allowance and
expects me to keep out of the way.

You're frightened of him?

How did you know?

I wondered.

I suppose I am.

Sometimes I feel he hates me.

Well, isn't this cozy?

Ah, Templer. I was expecting you.

It's nice to feel welcome.

And how are you, Mr. Devane?

Very well, thanks.

Really?

Aren't you just the least little bit
nervous?

Andrea here. This is business. I know,
and I want to hear it. No, trot along.

There's a good girl. Watch some
television or something. They won't be

There's nothing to worry about, yeah?

All right.

you're a branded Templar.

I only drink with people I find
congenial.

Why didn't you tell me Devan was here?

It's, um, rather a complicated story.

I bet it is.

But I have quite a sharp mind. Why not
try me? You've been amazingly perceptive

all along, Templar. Quite remarkable.

Walter here did arrange Professor Gray's
kidnapping.

I know that.

At my orders.

Ah.

Well, the plot does begin to thicken,
doesn't it?

Would it be too presumptuous of me to
ask where Professor Gray is now?

He's quite safe.

Would you mind if I asked him?

You can ask him anything you like.

Right now, if you please. Templer, bear
with me a little longer.

Now, you love adventure and excitement,
don't you?

Well, big business is the most
adventurous and exciting game in the

are alliances, there are feuds, there's
espionage. Quite often, one must step

through ordinary laws and restrictions.

My point is that business could fully
exploit all your talents.

Are you offering me a job?

Yes.

At a salary of a hundred thousand pounds
a year.

You must be desperate.

I am.

A man of your caliber.

Or desperate to avoid a gun of this
caliber. Oh, now, please, Mr. Templer.

This is quite unnecessary.

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm still waiting to see Professor Gray.

Tell me one thing, Quinault.

You're a rich man.

Why would you want to kidnap Calvin Gray
rather than pay his price?

Well, it's all very simple.

Our company doesn't want to use Process
G. But we have to acquire it. To stop

anyone else having it. Why?

We just completed our new plant,
Templer.

33 acres of new construction.

Erected and tooled at a cost of
millions.

And Process G would make it obsolete?

Exactly. I employ 30 ,000 men.

Now, at an average of three dependents a
man, that makes...

120 ,000 people dependent on me for a
livelihood. I care about those people

much. This touching devotion to humanity
is slightly out of character, if you

don't mind my saying so.

But, presupposing there is one spark of
truth in what you say, why not extend

your philanthropy to Professor Gray?

Pay his price, and still shelve it.
Shelve a million?

Forfeit the interest for ten years? Have
you any idea how much that would

represent in total cost?

Sir, Professor Gray has to be separated
from Process G. You're not such a

humanitarian. There's no alternative,
unless he accepts my price.

And if he objects?

Oh, I'm sure he will.

But even if he is careless with his own
life, I feel he must have some regard

for the safety of his daughter.

Oh, yes, we took the precaution of,
um... How shall I put it?

Uh, inviting her to keep her father
company?

I've made your offer, Templer.

The answer is no.

Why not put your gun down?

I'll prepare it this way.

You've heard what he said.

Take him to the shelter.

Yes? Were you calling just now?

I just wondered where you were.

Father, what are you doing to Simon?

Father, please answer me.

They're taking him to the shelter.

What are you going to do to him?

Andrea, my dear, you've seen many things
happen in this house. They don't

concern you, so forget them.

Simon's my friend.

Everybody's your friend. It's your one
engaging characteristic. Now run back to

your own drawing room.

I won't.

I beg your pardon.

I won't let you hurt Simon.

And how do you propose to stop me?

I'll tell the police.

I will.

You do exactly what you're told.

I've given you everything the money can
buy and all I ask in return is that you

keep your nose out of my affairs. Now do
as I say.

Helping you sleep, Mr. Timberland?

What did I say?

Drop dead.

Welcome to the Tower of London.

Not quite.

This is Mr. Quennell's private air raid
shelter. He had it built during the war.

Very nice.

It's adequate.

Fifteen feet deep.

Absolutely soundproof.

And very well guarded.

There are beef eaters.

delightful sense of humor you have, Mr.
Templer.

Any problems?

Not a one.

Now, I won't waste time asking you to
reconsider my proposition. I have

one to offer you.

That should be good.

I want you to persuade Professor Gray to
sign over the patent for Process G to

my company.

I shall also require the formula, which
so far he's failed to disclose.

You may have to work hard to do that.
He's a very obstinate man.

And if I refuse?

Or fail?

Well, then I'd have to draw your
attention to these air vents.

They were designed for the introduction
of fresh air, which we're all enjoying

at this moment.

Some of us are.

They're also equipped for the
introduction of poison gas.

It is nice to be unwanted.

Quite.

Incidentally, time is an important
factor for me.

I have a plane leaving for Rome at
midnight.

And while I'm fastening my safety belt,
I'd like to reflect that the matter's

been... ...fine and settled.

One way or the other.

You have a nice tidy mind.

And you have exactly 15 minutes.

Good night.

One way or the other.

Oh, um...

The professor and his charming daughter.
You'll find him there.

Simon, what are we going to do?

You heard the joke, everything.

Professor Gray, I think a nicer place is
to meet. I feel terribly irresponsible

if you're being here at all.

In that case, you think of a way out.

Before they're gassed, someone's going
to come back for an answer.

I don't see anything here that's going
to help us against a man with a gun.

There's nothing for it. I'll have to
give up the formula.

Professor Gray, you really don't think
that after you've signed the patent over

them, they're going to let us go, do
you?

Do you mean that... Yes, I do.

It gives us about 14 minutes to find a
way out.

See if you can find some wire or flex or
something. Yes.

Electrocution, eh?

Yes, why not?

We, uh, we fix a wire from that power
point to the handle.

Yes, but you've got to have another
terminal.

And it's something to stand on.

Any luck with that flex? How about a
hook?

Worked very nicely.

One wire from here to the handle.

One to this on the floor. He stands on
this.

Touches the handle.

Results will be very interesting.

Put it under the tap. Get it soaked
away.

Is that all, Bill?

The lights ought to help.

Think it'll work?

That's a lovely hope.

He has to do it, put his hand on here.

Stand on here.

Someone's coming.

Welcome back.

I hope you've all... Guide it to his
senses.

I have no choice, have I?

No, Professor, you haven't.

The Professor has decided to turn over
his formula.

But first, he has to go back to his
laboratory.

For what?

His notes.

The formula should be in his head.

Isn't that right, Professor?

Well, it's an extremely complicated
formula.

I need to refresh my memory.

Just a question of A plus B equals X, Y,
Z, you know.

Who do you think you're fooling,
Templer?

Time isn't up yet.

This is good, Ash.

Professor Concentrate.

Try and remember. We've only got half a
minute.

Make the most of it. It's exactly what
we are doing.

Couldn't you allow my father just a few
minutes longer?

Time's up.

What sort of gas are you planning to use
on us?

Isn't that just too bad?

I can't remember the formula.

Perhaps the professor will think of it.

Enjoy yourselves.

Professor, don't try it!

My car's in the driveway. Take it, go to
the hotel and wait for me. What about

Quenelle? You leave Quenelle to me.

Professor Gray and his daughter have
gone. Your personal assistant, Devan,

his personal assistant, shall we say,
are commissioned in the shelter.

So it's just you and me.

Templer, I'm sure that we can discuss
this like reasonable human beings.

Oh, do reasonable human beings use
poison gas?

Let's ask the police.

Call them. Don't bother, Dad.

I phoned the police myself five minutes
ago.

But... As a businessman, did Quenell
really believe that he could suppress

Process G indefinitely?

Mm -hmm. He was trying to do it in such
a way that if things backfired, Devon

would take the blame.

Oh, Simon.

We can't begin to thank you enough.

Professor. Goodbye.

Thanks.

Here you go, sir. Yes, please, John.
Make it a trouble, though, will you?

Well, may I have the pleasure of buying
you a gentleman a drink? Thanks.

No beautiful women tonight?

No. No one wanting to tell you their
troubles?

Fortunately not.

You see, this is the sort of thing that
happens when a beautiful woman says, Can

I have a word with you? In private.

Simon, darling.