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Inspector Chiasi of the Paris police would really love to see this.

Me behind bars.

And in the Bastille, too.

But this Bastille is a nightclub.

A blood -stained tricolor.

Plastic blood, but nevertheless, the standard of France.

Pardon. Bonsoir, monsieur.

Bonsoir to you, too.

I like the standards of France.

Très jolie, n 'est -ce pas? Très.

My fiancée.

Congratulations. Allow me to introduce myself.

I am the proprietor.

I will arrange a formal introduction with my fiancée for you.

Really won't be necessary, thank you. She would never have passed you by had

known you were the formidable Simon Templer.

Hey, you're Temper, aren't you?

Yes, that's right.

Yes, I thought I recognized you.

I'm Quell. Ryan Quell.

Mr. Quell, I don't think we'll have the pleasure. Oh, yes, we met in Rome with

my brother Ernest Quell.

Professor Ernest Quell? Yes, that's right. I'm the black sheep of the

Well, I'm the black sheep of the Tempers.

That makes two of us.

Good old boy. Have a drink.

Thank you.

Glass, glass.

This is Simon Templer. This is Olga... Geraldi.

How do you do, Olga Geraldi?

And how is your brother?

Oh, no idea, boy.

I don't live in England.

Oh. No, I'm a remittance man.

My family pay me a large sum of money to keep out of the country.

I set checker eyes every month, old boy.

Face with booze.

Sounds like a fascinating life.

How about you? Are you a Parisian?

Yes. Olga works in the club, old boy. She's a... How's this?

Well, to our charming hostess.

We will be here all night.

What's the trouble?

Olga cannot get him away. The friend is with him now.

Some friend. That's Simon Templer.

Saint?

What's he doing here?

Well, you mustn't let me disturb you anymore.

Oh, no, wait.

Please don't go. Why, I want to talk to you.

Something wrong?

I'm being followed.

By whom?

Those fellows at the bar.

Monsieur Quelle, I'm sure you've imagined things.

Why? I have no idea, old boy.

Money?

I've forgotten it.

How long has it been going on? Oh, a couple of days. All the time.

One or other of them there, and then I pop outside my hotel.

I don't mind telling you it's temporary.

It gets on my nerves.

I'll go here. I wanted me to go up to her place, you know, for a drink or

I'm too nervous to leave.

Oh, is that why you buttonholed me?

Rather. All right, then. I'll see you safely home.

What about you, mademoiselle?

No. No, I can't leave yet.

But don't worry. No one will molest me. I think you underrate yourself.

You ready to go?

Yes. Oh, a little waste of bottle, old boy.

What's the delay?

Olga cannot get him to leave.

Why? I think he's suspicious.

And he's got Simon Templer with him.

That complicates things.

Oh, we'll have to give it up. It's finished.

Never. But how do we go about it?

The only way to get at the professor is through his brother. Those are orders.

Surely the two of you can handle the same.

Well, I... I'll wait for Quirrell in the car.

By the way, where are you staying?

Hotel Miramar, old boy.

Shall we go?

Yes, rather.

I think we should get a taxi. My car's over there. Excuse me, monsieur. You

a light?

Yes, thank you.

Well, what's your friend here? My friend asked for a light.

Go on, run, boy. Grab a cab.

Oh, Miss Thornton, did you have a gay and exciting time in Paris?

Oh, très gay.

I went to the cinema alone.

Oh, that is a great pity.

Oh, they heard.

Oh. And the film was all in French, too.

Natural, I suppose, being in Paris.

I don't understand a thing. Not a thing.

That is a pity.

Well.

Could I have my key, please?

Ah, oui, oui.

Certainly.

Miss Dawson, I do not quite understand this trip of yours.

How do you say it? Oh, I won it, a bingo prize.

Bingo. Bingo.

Bingo. A bingo.

Yes,

a gay, glamorous, exciting weekend in Paris, it's said.

And you are lonely?

No, I've done the touristy things, you know, the Eiffel Tower, 300 miles to the

Louvre, but gay and exciting.

Paris is best seen with a companion.

Yes, that wasn't part of the prize.

Good night.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good evening, Mr. Kell.

Oh, Mr. Kell.

Your bill.

Your impertinence. And you are, monsieur, three weeks in arrears.

How dare you? The management asked me to remind you of this little matter.

Tell the management I shall be leaving first thing in the morning. There is no

offence meant, monsieur. It is simply a matter of business.

I have had enough of Paris and more than enough of this revolting hotel.

I shall be leaving in the morning.

After you have settled your account, I hope.

I'm Paul.

I'll see you here.

I'll be glad to explain.

Well, open it.

After you.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Sit down.

We want your brother, Mr. Quill.

My brother? Yes.

You mean Binky?

Binky. Why?

We want him physically, you understand, in Paris.

He's recently made a revolutionary discovery in metallurgy, and we intend

have it. Now, I'll tell you what you're going to do.

You're going to pick up that phone and call him in London.

What am I going to say? That you're desperately ill and that you need him.

He's simply one camel boy.

Oh, yes, he will, if you do it properly.

Tell him that you're literally a death door, which is absolutely true.

You're some kind of secret agent, aren't you?

Pick up the phone.

And I don't think he's discovered something that the Reds want. The phone,

Quell. No, I won't.

As you wish.

But if you won't telephone, I will shoot you, and then I will call your brother

myself.

I will explain that I'm a close friend, and that you very suddenly have been

called to your maker.

I shall think Binky will come to Paris for his only brother's funeral.

I'm a wastrel.

I'm a drunk.

But I'm not a traitor.

You're very foolish.

Traitors took rubbish.

Whichever way this goes, your brother will come to Paris anyway.

Must it be for your funeral?

I'll call.

I thought you would.

Good evening.

Good evening, monsieur.

I have Mr. Quill registered here.

Yes, he's just come in this very moment.

What's his room number?

Just a minute. I will see if he's available.

Room 32, please.

Who shall I say is calling?

Don't bother.

I wish to report a murder.

Room 32, Hotel Miramar.

One. They.

One.

Who does?

The men who were following you?

They did this?

No. Who did?

Don't. No.

My brother.

Don't try to talk. I'll talk to him.

Please don't scream. Your virtue is quite safe, I think.

Oh, I wasn't going to.

Good.

Are you hiding?

Yes. Who from?

The police.

Why? Shh.

I think I'd better... Don't do that.

Live dangerously.

All right.

He came into the hotel about half an hour ago.

He was about six foot tall.

That big.

I asked him if I can telephone upstairs. He said no.

He said nothing. He just came upstairs.

And this man, he asks for Monsieur Quell by name?

Yes. And ascends in the lift?

Yes. And you are quite sure he did not again come down?

Positive. Hello? He is still in the hotel?

Yes. Then we will search every room. But Monsieur, the guests... Monsieur, a

murder has been committed.

Yes, but sorry, we can't... We will start on this floor.

I heard that. About the murder?

Yeah. You think I did it?

Did you?

Word of honor, innocent.

It's too small.

You want me to hide you, don't you?

It would be charming if you would.

What will you do for me in return?

Well, I'll give you a home, children, a place in the community, lifelong

friends. Oh, I'd settle for a lot less than that.

Name it, it's yours.

Well, I came to Paris for what was supposed to be a gay and exciting

Up to now.

It's been dull? Oh, ghastly.

From now on, things have been a pick -up, I promise you.

Excusez, monsieur, merci.

That is Miss Dawson, a very quiet young lady from London.

Excuse me, mademoiselle, but this... We are looking for a dangerous criminal.

There has been a murder committed.

A murder?

Oh!

Look what you have done to this innocent young girl.

Ah,

Templer. Why, Inspector Kersey.

Sergeant of Dovka.

What a delightful surprise.

For you, perhaps, not for me.

You are going somewhere? Yes, you're stopping the door. One moment, if you

please.

Fine mess you've made of it. Two against one, yet you get trounced like ten

-year -old schoolboys.

This Templer, he's no ordinary man.

He fought like a maniac.

Ah, you make me sick, both of you.

Olga, get another bottle.

Oh, pauvre petit.

How did you get along with Quell?

I shot him.

And what's more, I fixed it so the Templar will take the blame.

So stop looking so nervous.

You're sitting there getting well paid for nothing.

Region 3129.

Professor Quell?

Yes, this is Professor Quell speaking.

I'm afraid I have some bad news about your brother.

Brian? I'm one of his closest friends, and I'm very sorry to have to tell you

that he died just over an hour ago.

Had he been ill for long?

Not long.

I see.

Can you come over?

Yes, of course I will come. Could I suggest the 9 a .m. flight?

And I will meet you at Orly.

Yes. Splendid.

My name is Jones.

Yes, Professor, yes. I'll see you in the morning.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

As easy as that.

Yes, the pickup will be tomorrow night at the Chateau. Better ring your

oriental, pal.

Yes, I have.

Marceau, we've done it.

Quayle is dead.

Of course, I'm sure. I did it myself.

We can deliver the professor tomorrow, if you have 50 ,000 pounds.

Really, Martin, it's absolutely ridiculous now to think I can't make a

and personal visit to Paris without all this security nonsense.

You're a very important man, sir. That's rubbish.

You underestimate yourself, sir, if I may say so. My chief told me just the

other day that you're the most important metallurgist in England.

In fact, in the world.

Exactly. What do the security arrangements involve?

I shall put you on the plane personally. You'll be met at Orly by a man from the

distant bureau, the name of Leroux.

And what does he do?

Tag around after me, I suppose?

I'm afraid so, sir.

I'm already being met at Orly by some friend of Brian's.

Incidentally, sir, I'm sorry about your brother.

Thank you.

I haven't seen him for years.

Sit down, Inspector. You look tired.

I am.

Cheer up. You'll soon be having a long rest.

What do you mean?

I mean that when the general hears of your blundering, you'll be sent off on a

long trip somewhere.

I guess Siberia.

You are being released.

When? Now.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Wake up.

What time is it?

It's seven in the morning.

Thanks to this second -hand edition May Gray here, we've spent the entire night

locked up in this busty museum.

I'm sorry that you have been inconvenienced.

You must, in all fairness, however, admit that you hid Templer in your room

pretended to faint so that he could escape.

Oh, please don't apologize, Inspector. I enjoyed every single second of it. You

what? I adored it.

Well, I came to Paris for thrills and excitement, and until you arrested me,

was just too dull for words.

That's French for not.

Was it?

Well, as of now, mademoiselle, you are excused. Thank you, inspector.

As for you, you do nothing, understand?

You mind your business and stay out of affairs which do not concern you.

Au revoir, inspector.

Yes,

inspector.

You are to follow Mr. Templer for 24 hours out of every day.

Understand, you will follow him if necessary to the moon and back. And if,

you lose him, you will be sent on a long trip somewhere.

As I guess, Siberia.

Now what?

Now I take you back to your town.

Why?

Because you're tired.

But I'm not.

You've been up all night.

I feel marvelous.

Oh, Simon, please don't abandon me now. Please let me come with you.

All right.

Thank you. I promise I won't get in your way or spoil anything.

What's the next move?

Lying on the girl Brian Quare was with last night.

Where did he find it?

The Bastille nightclub.

Jacques, the two men who followed me out last night, do you know them? No, I'm

sorry. I've not seen them before.

There was a fellow sitting at the bar. He left a few minutes earlier. Did you

notice him?

Ah, yes, but not an Englishman. He was, how you say, a de Gaulle, a Welshman.

Do you know his name? No.

He was only here once before with Olga.

Olga. And just where is Olga when she's at home?

17 Rue de Mazon.

Couldn't I please come with you?

I've never met a Frenchman.

You know.

And pure and unsullied you shall remain.

Ogram, wake up.

Oh, go away.

I've come about Brian Quell.

Mr. Templer.

What do you want?

Information.

I haven't any.

Yes, you have, my pet. You're absolutely bursting with it. Brian Quell is dead.

Yes. Yes, I know.

Oh.

Well, I... How do you know?

Morning papers aren't out yet.

Hasn't been announced on the radio.

How do you know Brian Quell is dead?

I telephoned to his hotel. They told me. What hotel?

I don't remember.

Oh, you're very beautiful, but you're a lousy liar.

I swear to you, monsieur, I'm not.

Look, Olga, all I have to do is wrap you in a coat, pound you over my shoulder,

and haul you down to see Inspector Cassie.

Monsieur, you would not do that.

Why not?

He'd be delighted to lock you up in a cell.

You're involved in murder.

I don't have to remind you that here in France, you are guilty until you prove

your innocence.

So why not make things easier for yourself?

Tell me the truth.

Now.

It was agreed between us that I would do nothing except to bring Monsieur Quelle

here to my room.

Then they would make him telephone to his brother in London.

Who killed him?

The Welsh one, Jones.

Get his brother here?

Yes. Why?

The brother had invented something of great value, something to do with a

metal... I don't know. When does Professor Quelle arrive in Paris?

This morning.

Early, nine o 'clock.

Monsieur, I swear I had no idea they would do something so terrible.

Well, if I were you, I'd take a fast powder.

But you don't think I am in danger?

Yes, I do.

If I were you, I'd go to Cannes or Nice.

Paris is not very healthy at the moment.

arrival of their flight 119 from London.

Won't be long now.

No.

Jones, look by the kiosk.

What? That is La Rue, the deuxième bureau.

Are you sure? Yes, I am certain.

Then I'll have to get rid of him.

This is the Deuxième Bureau.

Would you be kind enough to page Monsieur Larue and instruct him to

his office at once?

Thank you.

Attention, Monsieur Larue. Will you report to the reception desk, please?

Monsieur Larue, will you please report to the nearest entrance reception desk?

Monsieur Larue, please.

I am Monsieur Larue.

One moment, sir.

There is a message for Monsieur Larue.

Merci.

Will you telephone your office, please, Monsieur? It is urgent.

The telephone is over there.

Merci.

Let's hope so.

Excuse me, are you Professor Quell? Yes, that's right. I am LaRue.

Oh,

all right, you are. Professor Quell?

Yes, I'm Jones, Brian's friend.

How do you do, Mr. Jones?

This is Monsieur Larue, Dezium Bureau.

Police? It's absolutely ridiculous, but it seems I'm considered something of a

security problem.

Perhaps Brian told you I'm a scientist.

Ah, yes, of course.

Now, you understand, I am here to arrange for my brother's funeral.

Thank you for my sympathy, Monsieur.

It is quite a right thing to ride with, Mr. Jones. Oh, thanks.

My car's outside.

Right then.

Yes, Monsieur Larue. May I speak with you for a moment?

Yes, of course.

Excuse me, Professor.

What is it?

It's Templer. He's just arrived.

How did he get on to us?

I don't know.

Unless... Olga?

I can hardly believe she would talk.

She knew very little.

Except what you told her.

She... She wouldn't. Find out.

I am sorry, sir. Flight 509 landed ten minutes ago.

The passengers have all disembarked.

Thank you.

Now what?

Now we go back to August place.

Ah,

Sergeant, am I driving too fast for you? No, Mr. Templer. Oh, we're leaving now.

We're going to stop someplace for breakfast.

We'll give you plenty of warning. You are too kind.

Now tell me about my brother, Mr. Jones.

Was he ill for long?

It wasn't ill at all.

But I... I thought you said... Your brother was shot, Professor.

He was what?

He was shot.

But I... I don't understand.

It was very simple.

I pointed this at him and pulled the trigger.

You see, Professor, we had to get you to come to Paris because we're trading you

and what goes on in that clever head of yours for 50 ,000 pounds.

It's a lot of money, Professor.

Who is it?

Alain, open the door.

Ah, you're back early, chérie.

Yes. Did you get him?

Yes. And?

Jones is taking him to the chateau.

Then everything went as planned. Not quite.

Templar, he was at the airport.

But how?

I too wonder about that.

He was told.

So I say to myself, who could have told him?

It could not have been Peter or Jones. It was certainly not myself.

Then who?

It is a mystery, is it not?

So I said to myself, who else knew?

And the answer comes to me in a flash.

My little Olga knew.

And suddenly my little Olga is rich.

Very rich indeed.

Three thousand francs. No,

no, my petite, let me guess.

A rich uncle, perhaps.

But no, impossible.

Olga has no rich uncle.

Her mama?

Her papa?

But no, Olga is an orphan.

Then who?

Who could have given her 3 ,000 francs, huh?

The explanation is simple.

She talked.

No, no, Alain. For 3 ,000 francs, she opened her mouth to Simon Templer

and she talked.

No, I swear to you, I didn't do it. No, Alain.

I'll be about five minutes.

Okay.

What's she doing here?

It could not be helped. Put away the professor.

All right.

Come on.

Come on.

told her to leave Paris.

Why? I thought she was in great danger. If so happens, I was right.

Why are you standing at the door like that?

Where would you like me to stand?

Away from it.

Merci. Well?

All right. Merci.

Mr. Dabloska has been found abandoned on the Route Nationale near Epernay.

And I guess I'll go and collect it. You will not.

Mr. McCarthy, don't be a complete idiot. You know I'm not a murderer.

I do not suggest that you kill these people. Thank you. But I do suggest that

you are directly responsible for their deaths.

Now, there's a fascinating piece of Gallic logic.

You are seen with Brian Quell. Hello?

A little later, he is shot.

You go to Orly to meet this professor.

A trusted operator from the deuxième bureau is shot in a telephone kiosk. You

give this girl 3 ,000 francs, and she's strangled.

Much too coincidental.

Yes, indeed.

and simply as a measure of public security.

I must take you into custody before half of Paris is assassinated.

You're probably right, Inspector.

However, I feel that if I were free, I... Inspector, Sergeant, look at this.

Here. What?

What? I found something.

What? Here, under the bed.

Further under. Where?

I can't see it. Can you see anything? It's back there.

I can't see it. Just a measure of public safety.

Fool, idiot, imbecile. I will be the laughingstock of Paris. But, monsieur l

'inspecteur, how is that to know?

To a cape in a police car right under my nose.

I want every highway patrolman notified in the district. We know he's headed for

Ipem, eh?

One moment. I think I have it.

Sit. We will get a car at once and follow him. And when I find him, I will

a whip and I will flay him to shreds.

Voilà.

About time.

Now get to a telephone and order us a car. Yes, monsieur l 'inspecteur. Oh,

a saloon.

I wonder if you could help me. I understand the shadows near here.

Oh, yes.

It's the Chateau de Belleville on the main road, three kilometers out of town.

You cannot miss it. Thank you.

Too bad about Miss Dawson, isn't it, Alain?

Too bad.

How does she compare with French girls?

Oh, too cold.

She has no, how do you say, zip.

What are you going to do with me?

I'm not going to do anything with you.

You're going to be picked up here by helicopter and taken to a submarine

is standing by in the North Sea.

And what about Miss Dawson?

Yes, what are you going to do with me? I'm not even going to lay a finger on

you.

Much and always I'd like to.

You're merely going to be left here indefinitely.

Listen.

Ah, our friends have arrived.

And right on time, too.

Peter, fight!

Be back in ten minutes. Hold it.

I'll take care of it.

Good luck.

How did you find this?

It's a bum story.

How far away did that helicopter land?

Just a few hundred yards.

It'll be back any second.

It's a rock like steel.

You've got a hogar.

That's three killings I'd like to answer for. Let's hope it remains at three.

Is it loosening at all?

Can't get any leverage.

We have to dispose of... What's wrong?

We left a man on guard.

Look.

Peter? Wait.

I don't know.

Now, look.

If there'd been a slip -up, I'd brought 50 ,000 pounds in English. We know that.

Be quiet.

And don't sign anything.

There it is. Look.

Over there.

This

time,

Templer, you've gone too far.

Really, Inspector?

You steal my car, you make me the laughing stock of Paris.

And now we see you're a guest of the government for 20 years.

Inspector, I am handing you the case on a plate. You will be in jail for so

long, you will... You are?

Allow me to introduce you to our present company.

This oriental gentleman here will be of great interest to the Dezium Bureau.

And these two are Gauche et Poit, are responsible for the murders of Larue,

Olga Geraldine, and Brian Quell.

And this is Brian Quell's brother, Professor Quell. How do you do,

And you, Inspector, have done it all on your own. And you will get, of course,

all the credit.

I will? Yes.

And apart from that, you're responsible for Miss Dawson here having a most

exciting first visit to Paris.

Oh, it's been heavenly.

Oh, but Simon, there's just one thing missing.

Oh.

What's that?

This.