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The director of one of the largest
manufacturing novelty companies in the

once told me that the soundest test of a
new toy was whether it would appeal to

the middle -aged businessman.

It's so true, it's almost stopped being
a joke.

The father who played with his son's
birthday present for so long that the

had to go and smoke his father's pipe.

What am I doing here?

No, I haven't arrived in my second
childhood. I have a date.

Half an hour ago.

Hello, Claire. Sorry I'm late.

He's behind us.

Oh?

Which one?

The older man playing with the cars is
Mr. Enston.

And the other?

He's George Farler. He manages the
London office.

But Enston's the one you think is being
blackmailed. I know he's being

blackmailed. That's why I phoned you.

Well, surely the next move would be to
introduce us.

Yes, but be casual.

Don't let Anna ask you to come here.

We can talk later.

Oh, well.

The Enstons are going to the theatre
tonight.

Could you come to the hotel around nine?

If you have a date.

Beachy found five lids.

Congratulations.

George, I want one of these. Get an
assistant.

Yes, Lewis.

What's the matter?

Nothing. You think this is childish,
don't you? Frankly, yes, but it's not my

money, so it's none of my business.
Good. Buy one and take it to the car.

for your information, this is for my
son.

Who is 13 and about to start his public
school.

Don't you think he's a bit old for toys?
No, he isn't too old to talk. It's

neither of mine. They're simple things,
George, but they hold the key to

relaxation. Now get along and do what I
say.

Mr. Enston? Hi there, Claire. I'll be
late for dinner and I'm a fool, but this

thing is fascinating.

Want to race me?

First, I'd like you to meet an old
friend.

I'd be delighted.

Simon, this is Mr. Lewis Enston, my
boss.

Mr. Enston? Mr. Enston, this is the
first man who ever turned my head.

The famous Simon Templer.

And he buys all these things for his
kid?

Mm -hmm.

Bobby's at school in Switzerland.

It's his birthday next week.

Lucky Bobby.

What's through there? I'll show you.

The Ensign Group offices are in the
north. So whenever he comes to London,

takes a three -room suite and has the
hotel supply a couple of desks.

It'd be cheaper if he opened a permanent
office in London.

You could be in charge and you'd be
around all the time.

It'd be much cozier for me.

What time do you say they're getting
back from the theatre?

Would you like to be serious for once?

All right, I am serious.

Where's the evidence he's being
blackmailed?

Cash?

750 pounds.

So? He went to the bank today to write
750 pounds in one -pound notes.

He's done that every Wednesday for seven
weeks.

Maybe he's playing the horses.

He's not the gambling type.

He's got an expensive girlfriend.

That expensive?

Maybe not.

What's his wife like?

Charming. Younger, of course?

Much younger.

How do they get along?

Well, as far as I know.

Simon, what really has me worried, that
every Thursday he puts the money in a

briefcase and refuses to tell me where
he's going.

And tomorrow's Thursday.

And I've asked for the day off.

Which means you want us to follow him.
Right.

Claire, why not let me ask him straight
out if he's in trouble?

Because he's the kind of man who won't
tolerate people meddling in his affairs.

I don't want to make a fool of myself.

Simon, will you help me? Please.

I'm terribly fond of him.

He's been awfully good to me.

Before we say anything to him, let's
follow him tomorrow and see what

All right. What time is this little
safari? Usually right after lunch.

Well, we'll take Fido along with us.

I'm afraid so.

Quarter to one. Let's hope he lunches
early.

This afternoon I'm shopping and tonight
I'm having dinner with Mary. Why?

Because A, you have a business dinner.

B, marries my sister, and C, I like her.
I don't understand the attraction.

There are a lot of things you don't
understand.

Not for want of trying.

Oh, come off it, Lewis.

You couldn't care less what I do.

Every time we come to London, instead of
seeing the sights and doing the shows,

you spend all your time with a dim
-witted old maid. Why?

Let's say it's a relief from Great and
Temple Inn.

Morning, Lewis. You're late.

See this morning's times? Don't jump to
conclusions.

Costello and Hamill are finished.

Are they? They certainly are. Have you
had your coffee?

No, I haven't, actually.

Look, they're not finished, according to
this. Send up coffee for two, please.

I suppose you're going to tell me not to
believe everything I read in the

papers. Yes, they're ripe for picking.

Excuse me, I want to have a word with my
wife.

Marjorie, just... Don't wait up.

Marjorie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
said that about Mary. I apologise.

Accepted. Marjorie, what's the matter
with us?

Why do we fight like this?

Ask yourself the question.

Darling, listen, why did you... Oh, for
God's sake, Lewis, don't stop ploughing

me here in the Hotel Corridor.

Or anywhere else. Don't touch me. Keep
away from me, month after month. How

do you expect me to stand it?

If you don't like it, you know exactly
what you can do.

I'm too old for you, is that it?

If you really want to know.

What time is your dinner finished?

10 .30. Then I'll be back in a minute.

Can't go on paying our money week after
week and not expect Hamill or Costello

to find out.

They're not complete fools.

They're pretty close.

We tried every move and they haven't
budged an inch. In three weeks they're

supposed to deliver the first batch of
equipment to the government and they

happen to go to the chance.

Hamill's dining here tonight. If he
accepts my offer, that's it.

If he doesn't, he'll go on feeding money
for Duggan.

You know, the truth to you, George, is
you want to make money and keep your

integrity. It can't be done.

Not by your methods. If there's anything
wrong with my methods, you can get out.

I don't let's quarrel about this, do we?
I'm not quarrelling. I'm telling you. I

run the Enstone Group, not you.

You're just a paid hand.

I pay you 7 ,000 pounds to do my work,
and if you find it too dirty, you can

quit.

After you.

Now, let's get this straight. Costello
and Hamill are a small company, but

respected. The government thinks so
because they've given them a large order

electronic computer components.

But now they can't meet the deadline
because some of their key men are on

strike. Right.

And the Edston group now wants to take
over, isn't it?

Mr. Edston calls it a merger.

Oh, speak of the devil and happy pumps.

And 750 pounds in his briefcase.

and Costello bully you into overtime
with vague promises of long -term

production.

We're out on a matter of principle and
we stay out until the principle is

accepted by management.

Principle.

Duggan doesn't know what the word means.

They'll have to pay double time.

Now, brothers, I've put you to the vote.

Resolve to continue strike action until
our claims are met in full. All in

favour?

Well?

Carried by a substantial majority, we
stay out.

An unofficial strike by a handful of
folk called craftsmen and bang!

Our whole business goes up in smoke.

If we started work again now, three
eight -hour shifts, we could meet the

government deadline.

And if they're out another week?

We're dead.

Let's prepare for a gracious funeral.

Ensign will be here any minute.

You want me to cheer?

I want you to be polite.

Where will you be?

My design shop, where I belong.

A weekly visit to his future partners
with 750 pounds in his briefcase. Not

time.

Are you all right?

He's left the briefcase in the car.

Well, since Anson's safely in the
factory, I think we'll follow the money.

Well, gentlemen, you've been unlucky,
that's all. You've had labour trouble.

Now, suppose the same thing had happened
to me. Would you have let me off the

hook?

All right, Lewis.

What do you want me to do?

First, I want to look around the plant.

Fowler's picking me up in an hour.

Then, I want you to have a look at this,
John.

Very carefully.

When you come to see me, give me your
answer.

Do you set out now, or do you wait for
the crash?

I've got a majority vote today, but only
just.

I can't keep you going after next week.
You may not have to.

I won't sign the takeover tonight.

No, I think you'd better.

What do you think doesn't matter, John?

I'm just a hired hand.

I love you, too.

Hey, Carol! Here comes the man.

And what's your cut, Rocker?

Who are you?

And what's it being used for?

Get out fast, mister.

Sorry, I'm a professional strike
breaker.

Well, you will get out fast before I put
this on you.

Try it.

You missed.

Come on, on your feet.

On your feet.

Claire, get another bucket of water,
will you?

Excellent.

Well, now, Sleeping Beauty, while you
were resting, I finished up the pay

for you.

I find there's 200 pounds over, which,
of course, is going to my favorite

charity.

You've had it, though, for seven weeks,
haven't you?

Claire, I'm sorry about this. I was
working for Enston, but now I'm with the

opposition. If I'd known that this is
what Enstone was doing, I'd have walked

out on him weeks ago.

We live and learn.

Where do you pay off?

Drop dead.

Do you want to dance some more?

All right. The Red Lion pub opposite the
factory.

Fine. We'll drive you. You're in no fit
state to ride.

It's a pity Costello's so hostile.

He's afraid that when you take over,
he'll be out of a job.

I admire his foresight.

Sorry to keep you so long.

Don't apologise.

You're the boss?

Not yet.

See you later at my hotel.

In about an hour.

Good.

Well, it's all over.

Congratulations.

How did it go with Duggan?

He said the men want to go back.

He can't keep the strike going after
next week.

He won't have to.

Hamill will sign the takeover agreement
tonight.

Having a little celebration dinner.

Why don't you join us?

I may be forced to help to put a noose
around a man's neck.

I don't think the hanging is an occasion
for celebration.

Where do you want to go?

If it's not out of your way, my flat.

So he's finally gone.

Yes.

Do you want to join us for dinner?

Before I'd sit down to dinner with
Ernest and I'd starve.

Greedy, grasping, stupid little man who
plays with toys.

John, are you really going to let him
get away with it?

What else do you suggest?

What we talked about.

Remember? No.

Why not?

I couldn't.

You could.

And it's foolproof.

I know we talked about it, but for the
last time, no.

George, grow up, will you?

This is business, big business.

Enstone stock will jump ten shillings
when this takeover's announced.

I shall clean up.

George, you've got a good head on your
shoulders. You're going to make a lot of

money one day. Once you learn the
primary rule... Which is? When you see

something you want, regardless of who it
belongs to, take it.

Don't worry about scruples or integrity.

Take it.

All right, Lewis.

In future, I shall do exactly that.

Thank you, darling.

How'd it go?

He won.

As usual.

Yes.

Costello and Hamill are on their knees.

Like us.

I wouldn't say that.

I would.

Darling, please.

I've had a rough day. Don't let's start
that again.

When it's convenient for you to discuss
our future, perhaps you would give me an

appointment. Stop it, will you?

Like tomorrow, when you haven't had such
a rough day.

Are you deliberately trying to pick a
fight?

No.

I'm just tired of the backstreet bit,
that's all.

Don't you think I am? I think it suits
you just fine.

You always resent the truth, don't you?
Lewis has mentioned that.

My faults are legion, I admit them.

Oh, George, I am sorry, but what's going
to happen to us?

Darling, nothing is going to happen to
us.

Well, here's to our thrilling future.

You know I didn't mean that.

Frankly, I don't.

Lewis and I had a fight today. I was...
I was pretty brutal.

I have a hunch he suspects something.

You mean us?

Well, I haven't been seeing anyone else.

But he didn't... I mean, he didn't say
that I... No, George, your job is

perfectly safe.

7 ,000 a year jobs don't grow on trees,
you know.

So you've said many times.

Oh, I wish it was just once.

What?

Oh, that you would...

Punch someone in the jaw for me, or
shoot Lewis and throw him out the hotel

window? Oh, that's a sensible
suggestion.

What do you think I am, a knight doing
battle for his fair lady?

Hmm, no.

I think you're a lot of things, but not
that.

The strange thing is that I'm so in love
with you.

Where are you going?

We'll walk, get some fresh air, and go
back to the hotel.

But I thought... Yes, I know exactly
what you thought, George. You were

You see, the trouble with this
backstreet bit is the traffic goes only

Thanks. Cheers.

Good luck.

Lewis, what about Costello?

Can you find a place for him?

I doubt it.

He's one of my oldest friends.

I'm sorry, George.

This is business.

There's no room for sentiment.

Excuse me.

Hello? Mr. Enston?

Bishop here.

I've got my report ready for you, sir.

When did she leave?

All right, now, brothers.

Can I have your attention, please?

Right, boys, quiet now.

Now, I'm very happy to say I've had a
very constructive talk with Mr. Costello

and Mr. Abel.

They've agreed to our most important
demand.

That is double pay if the plan goes on a
24 -hour basis.

Of course, there are one or two details
to be worked out, but I feel sure the

negotiations will proceed in a spirit of
mutual... Cooperation.

Cooperation and brotherhood.

Therefore, I put it to the vote. I call
for a motion to proceed to work tomorrow

morning, first shift.

Do I have such a motion?

Aye, so moved.

Aye, second.

All in favour?

Aye.

Motion carried.

Right then, who's going to buy me a
drink? Okay, okay, I'll get one.

Stop. So far, so good.

Now what?

Now, we straighten out Enston.

It's childish, I know, but I get a kick
out of these things.

Now, I walk.

Yes, sir.

Anything else, Mr. Enston? That's all,
thank you.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

Won't be much longer, Louis.

Take your time.

You know, I'm getting just a teeny
-weeny little bit tight.

Why not?

You have every reason to celebrate.

Don't be bitter about it.

Things might have been worse.

Remind me to tell you about a friend.

Excuse me, John, will you? I think that
was Marjorie.

Yes, yes, of course.

You're back early, darling. It's only
ten o 'clock.

Mary wasn't feeling very well. She went
to bed early.

What a shame when you enjoy her company
so much.

Why don't I phone her up and give her
some medical advice?

Pardon? You understand English, don't
you? I want to phone up Mary. What's her

number?

She's already asleep.

She won't mind if her dear brother -in
-law wakes her up.

Don't be silly, Lewis. I told you she's
already gone to bed.

And how would you know that?

Are you drunk?

No, but I'm on to you, sweetheart.

What do you mean? You're a dirty, lying,
two -timing little trick.

Lewis! You've been out with Fowler. No.

Admit it.

You've been in Fowler's flat the whole
afternoon.

Admit it.

Oh, right, yes. Yes, I have.

Mr. Boy Scout Integrity Fowler. My
personal assistant and my wife.

I bet you had a thousand little laughs
there.

Poor old unsuspecting Lewis with his
toys. If you want to talk about this,

talk about it. I don't want to talk
about it. I've got nothing to say.

You want him, you can have him. He's all
yours, but as of now, he's unemployed

and you're out.

But you won't mind that, will you, dear?
You can live on love. Lewis, listen.

That's all you will have to live on,
because I'm going to make it a hobby to

that no firm in London touches Mr Fowler
with a barge pole. No charge accounts,

no cars, no furs. You get out of here
with what's in this room and what's on

your back. That suits me just fine.
Good, then we're agreed.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a
business meeting going on.

Making a little of that money, you seem
to think so unimportant.

Lewis! What?

Will you give me a divorce?

You're kidding.

Lewis, please.

Marjorie, I wouldn't give you a glass of
water in the dinner.

That's so vindictive. It's so unfair.

Now I'm unfair, Emma.

Oh, you're a lot of things.

You're boring and dull and you're fat
and stupid.

But most of all, you're old.

Mr. Fowler's going to look pretty
ancient by the time he's made an honest

out of you, dear.

Because you won't be free to marry him
until I'm dead.

I suppose you heard that. I couldn't
very well help it. Well, forget it. Of

course. It's been coming for a long
time.

Sorry.

I'm not.

Couldn't care less, Ranker.

Well, have you finished?

Yes. Everything seems in order.

Thanks.

Well, Costello and Hamill Limited is all
yours.

And on the strength of that, I propose
to get extremely tight.

I thought you would.

As a matter of fact, I think I'll join
you. Good.

George, I've just had a terrible row
with Lewis.

He knows everything. He's like a wild
man.

He ranted and raved and threatened us
both.

The divorce is out of the question. You
won't hear of it.

You said that?

Oh, my God.

All right, I'll be over right away.

I'll meet you at the bar.

Wait for me here. My little chat with
Ensign shouldn't take too long.

What are you going to say to him?

What's more important is what is he
going to say to me?

Simon, look.

You missed out on the hour, didn't you?

Inspector Teal, please.

Well, I was in and out all the time, so
until I finally cleared away the door.

And no one entered the three during the
evening, apart from Mrs.

Enderdale? No, sir, just Mr. Hamill.

You saw Hamill leave?

Yes, I did. And then Stone was with him?

Very much alive at the front entrance of
the hotel.

Did you notice anything unusual at the
dinner?

No, Inspector, nothing.

No harsh words?

Not while I was in the room, no.

All right, you can go.

Thank you, sir.

Claude, when I found him, that door was
locked, so I came in through the office.

And? Somebody might have heard me coming
and slipped into the bedroom and then

out into the corridor from there.

Thank you, Simon. That possibility had
not escaped me.

No doubt you think I'm a little old
-fashioned.

Why? Wouldn't go that far. So I should
continue to investigate the obvious

conclusion first, which is suicide.

Claire, have you any idea what was in
this box?

No, but I can find out. Miss Wheeler,
can you tell me anything else?

Can you think of any reason why Mr.
Enstone would shoot himself?

No, I can't believe it.

What about his marriage?

I think you'd better ask Mrs. Enstone
about that.

Oh, George, what have we done?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Inside, he must have really loved me.

When he heard about us, he just couldn't
stand it.

Oh, Marjorie, be sensible.

He couldn't get less about your
marriage.

Please don't say that.

Marjorie, you know it's true.

Now, come on, put yourself together.

Inspector will want to speak to you in a
few minutes.

Here you are, Inspector.

All the correspondence on the takeover.

Thank you.

What is going on out there?

We'll see.

Inspector, it's very late and Mrs.
Ensign is terribly tired. I've got a few

questions for her.

Well, surely they can wait till the
morning. That's all, Mr. Fowler. Good

Good night.

I said good night, Mr. Fowler.

Mrs. Ensign, I know you're very tired
and very shocked.

But can you think of any possible motive
for suicide?

Or murder?

No.

Forgive me, but were you happily
married?

Yes.

I see.

Well, I won't trouble you any more
tonight. Thank you, Mrs. Ensler.

Is that all you have to do?

I'm thinking, Claude.

Really? Yes, quite hard.

Well, enjoy yourself. I'm going to bed.

Good night, Claude.

About what?

Well, the most usual way of shooting
oneself. It's like this.

Oh, then there is the gun in the mouth
school, which I'm inclined to feel is

rather messy.

This is obviously leading to something.

Well, I found Ensign.

He had his thumb on the trigger like
this, which is rather unusual, peculiar,

although I must admit it can be done.

And he did it.

No, he didn't, Claude.

Somebody else did it.

Nonsense. Enstone was alone.

All right, then what about that peculiar
little panda mime outside the hotel

entrance I told you about between Hamill
and Enstone?

They were drunk.

But you must admit it is peculiar.

Simon, relax.

Enstone committed suicide.

Why? I don't know. Yet.

He didn't leave a note.

Lots of people don't.

Correction, Lord.

Most people do.

The I can't stand it, please forgive me
type of note.

Nice, selfish, accusing, guaranteed to
make the next of kin feel thoroughly

guilty.

It's an open and shut case.

Come around to the yard in the morning.

I'm interviewing Costello and Hamill.

I'll prove to you Enstone committed
suicide. He didn't commit suicide.

He was murdered.

We're trying to find the motive behind
Mr. Enstone's suicide.

Mr. Temper is here as an observer.

Oh, an amateur. I love to watch a
professional at work.

How long had you known him, Mr.
Costello?

Six years.

Can you think of any reason why he
should shoot him, sir?

No. It was a great shock.

Did you like Enstone? Not particularly.

It isn't necessary to like a man in
order to do business with him.

Is that lead?

Yes.

Thank you.

I designed it myself.

Really?

Yes, I'm an electrical engineer.

Yes, of course. I'd forgotten.

May I? Of course.

It's brilliant. How does it work?

It's a secret. I'm putting it on the
market.

May we go on, please?

Yes, of course. I'm...

Sorry, Claude.

Mr. Hamill, can you tell us anything?

I'm sorry, I can't. As Al said, we're
both deeply shocked.

When I left him last night, he was in
very high spirits.

In fact, he was rather drunk.

Not depressed?

On the contrary, he stood to make a
great deal of money by this takeover.

And by the same token, you stood to lose
a great deal.

We were having labour trouble at the
plant. It was unavoidable. We...

Needed the Enston resources to meet a
government contract.

Did you feel you were getting the rough
end of the stick?

Mergers are not made in heaven, Mr.
Templer.

Oh, I'm sorry. May I go on, Claude? Why
not?

Mr. Hamill, have you always been in
electronics?

No. Now, what did you do before?

I was a salesman for a plant
manufacturer in the Midlands.

Were you a good one?

Frankly, yes. Very good.

Oh, I'm sorry, Claude. I have no more
questions.

I see no reason for considering Mr.
Enstone's death as anything but suicide.

We're investigating his possible
motives.

Thank you, gentlemen, for coming in.

Now, Mr. Ebner.

Gentlemen.

You're mad at me, aren't you, Claude?

You could say that.

Because I raised the question of murder?

It wasn't murder.

Enstone's wife was having an affair with
Fowler.

Enstone had a detective following her,
name of Bishop.

I've got his report right here.

That's a poor hat, Claude.

You knew?

I saw the way they greeted each other in
the hotel bar.

And you jumped to an immediate
conclusion.

Well, I am of the age when one notices
such things.

Enstone was depressed by his wife's
infidelity, so he shot himself.

No, Claude.

Those two did it.

Simon, I'm quite convinced that Enstone
took his own life. Will you stop doing

that?

Now, if you want to make a murder out of
this, be my guest. Go ahead and solve

it. And get out of my chair so that I
can close the case.

Thank you, Claude.

And you've no idea what was in this?

Probably a toy of some sort. Does it
really matter?

Could do.

You see, this is the only box that none
of the toys in the other room will fit

into. And it's the only box that didn't
come from that shop in Regent Street.

And that's significant?

I think so.

Well, I don't. Lewis was always picking
up toys for Bobby.

What difference does it make where he
bought them or that that one is missing?

It could make a great deal of
difference. You see, I was wondering

toy or whatever it was could have been
sent by, say, a friend.

Many of our friends sent us presents for
Bobby on his birthday.

You've no idea which one sent this? Oh,
Mr. Templer, why are you meddling?

Because I think your husband was
murdered. You're wrong.

Am I?

Yes.

How can you be so sure?

You see, Lewis found out that George
Fowler and I are in love.

He pretended not to care, but he did
care.

So deeply that he couldn't go on living.

That certainly paints a different
picture, doesn't it?

On the face of it, it could be suicide.

That makes me guilty.

No, Mrs. Enston.

Don't blame yourself. You're not guilty.

If you're right, I shall be very
grateful.

And if you're wrong, there's nothing
anybody can do about it.

I understand you're flying to
Switzerland.

I said I want someone else to break the
news to Bobby about his father's death.

Now, will you excuse me?

Of course.

Thank you for seeing me.

Is she all right?

Blame yourself.

Maybe she should.

No, Claire.

Costello and Hamill murdered Enston.

Simon, that's absolutely impossible.

Is it? In the first place, Costello
wasn't anywhere near this hotel last

And after Hamill left, Enston was seen
alive in the lobby by about a dozen

people. We saw him come back into the
hotel ourselves.

That's true.

Nevertheless, I'm right. You know
Hamill's a psychologist.

I know he's a salesman.

Exactly. The months are the same thing.
All salesmen are psychologists.

They have to be. They have to know human
nature in order to sell. And Costello

is a brilliant electrical engineer and
an inventor.

I don't get the connection.

And there's this box. You were going to
find out what was in it, did you?

I'm afraid not. I couldn't even find out
where it came from. Is it important?

It could be.

I gather Enston didn't buy all these
toys himself?

No.

There.

Tonight, you and I are going to pay a
little visit, unofficial, of course, to

Costello and Hamill Limited.

Simon, this is the wildest theory I've
ever heard.

My theories usually are. I only hope you
know what you're doing. That's all.

All right, I'll try and explain to you.

Costello and Hamill knew they were
getting a pretty rough deal from Enston,

at the last minute they decided not to
stand for it.

Now, Costello's an inventor of gadgets,
and Hamill is a psychologist.

Put them together, and what have you
got?

You tell me.

Murder by remote control.

Anyway, dear.

You see anyone suspicious, give me two
sharp blasts on the horn. And Costello

and Hamill?

If they turn up, you get out of here
fast and call Teal.

Unlock. All right, look. Watch your
step.

It's all right. It must have been the
night watch.

Where's the film?

It's over here.

That's pretty careless of you, isn't it?
It's the one thing that could give us

away.

It's gone.

Must be somewhere.

Well, looking for something, gentlemen?

What the devil are you doing here?

Proving the crime doesn't pay.

Oh, I must admit, it very nearly did for
you.

Except for one or two unfortunate
oversights.

For instance, this film.

You should have got rid of it.

Oh, and it would have been nice if you'd
got Enston to leave a suicide note.

And you should have got rid of that odd
man out box.

It's all over, Hamill.

Not yet.

That's a piece of very neat timing,
Claude. Now, if you'll step inside, I'll

show you how Enston was murdered.

Claude, it's all a question of sales
psychology.

This is the gun that Enston thought he
was playing with.

Costello, you made it.

Then Hamill took it along to Enston last
night, ostensibly as a present for

young Bobby Enston.

Give it to me.

In a moment.

Hamill let Enston play with it, just
long enough to tickle his interest.

Then they settled down to talk business.

Sometime during the evening, Hamill
switched the toy gun for a real one.

Now, Hamill, being a superb salesman,
knew that Enston wouldn't be able to

his hands off it.

But just to be sure, he reminded him of
it before he left.

I don't get it.

I'll show you.

Just a minute. Relax, Claude.

Ingenious, isn't it?

Very. May I?

Well, there you are, Claude.

That is what happened to the man who
liked toys.

I personally prefer dolls.