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Thank you.

That is Sheil.

Anna Sheil?

Anna Sheil.

Not as so nice me old mother as her, I would.

Oh, well.

What?

She's going into the draper shop.

I'll call in and have someone watch the side entrance. Don't lose sight of her,

or it's your last five quid.

Madam? Good afternoon.

I'm interested in clans.

Ah, yes, madam. Any particular clan?

Carmichael.

Ah, yes, indeed.

And the material comes from Tibet?

Inspector Dakin.

I am, and you are Anna Shields.

Inspector, I thought I'd never get this far.

You were followed, of course.

All the way from New York.

I feel as though I've been watched by the spies of every nation on Earth. Half

of them are trying to kill me. The others are protecting me.

Mr. Dakin, you've got to help me. Don't move any closer.

Stand just where you are.

That's better.

You're being watched, you know.

Now, Miss Shield, if you don't mind, for the benefit of our audience, you are an

American tourist, and I am selling you yard goods.

Sit down, please, that's right.

Miss Shield, we are very grateful.

And may I say that you have been more than courageous, but as you know, you

a long way to go, and the road from here on is most dangerous.

Now I would like you to meet a young man who I think will be very helpful Please

remember that we're being watched through the window

Richard

are you there?

Yes, sir, Richard.

This is Anna shield Miss Shield, this is Richard Baker. Now, don't move, either

of you.

Now, you are, I assume, looking at one another?

And you will know each other the next time you meet?

Yes. Yes.

Yes. Now, be careful, Richard. If you're seen now with Miss Shield, you will be

followed from here on, and that must not happen. Stand just where you are.

Yes, sir.

Now, Richard, you know, of course, that Miss Shield has undertaken this journey

at great personal risk.

Yes, sir.

What else do you know about Miss Shield?

Well, I know that she's a very close associate with Dr.

Alfred Duncan, the well -known physicist who died a few weeks ago in Baghdad.

Mr. Baker, Dr. Duncan was murdered.

Ever hear of Dai Wan, the Tibetan scientist and philosopher?

Yes, I think so. He died a few months ago.

He was killed, Richard?

Because strange as it may seem, this wonderful old man working alone in the

remoteness of a Tibetan monastery had developed a formula for a defense

a new and very terrible weapon of war which we have and which unfortunately

enemies have too.

You're quite busy today, aren't you? Oh, yes. This is our busy season.

Can I help you, sir?

No, I'm just looking. I'll come back later.

Do.

All right, Richard.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes.

Before Diwan died...

He encoded this formula in a message, carefully disguised so as to be quite

meaningless to anyone else on Earth, except to his great friend, Dr. Duncan,

to Miss Shield.

I see.

You see, therefore, that Miss Shield is of vital importance to her country and

to ours, in fact, to all the free nations of the world. Now, Richard, do

know why you have been chosen for this assignment?

No, sir.

But if I may say so, Miss Sheila, I'm very glad.

What does the name Carmichael mean to you?

Carmichael?

Carmichael? Years ago, my roommate in college.

Yes, sir.

Known him long? Think you'd recognize him again?

Yes, of course. We're very close friends.

Hmm. He used to call me Owl because I liked to stay up all night, I suppose.

He called him Yogi because he'd only been brought up in the Near East and

oh, a dozen Arabic dialects.

Could easily pass for a native out there.

Exactly. That is why Dai Wan entrusted this coded message to Carmichael, who

to get it to Dr. Duncan.

Now, Russian intelligence suspected that Carmichael had it, but he got out of

Tibet somehow and has been traveling for some months now with the nomadic desert

tribes, working his way towards civilization.

Now, we had word that Carmichael hopes to get to Baghdad this week.

He'll be in the greatest danger, unaware of Dr.

Duncan's death and unable to identify Michelle.

Even if I don't recognize him, he'll make himself known to me.

When do I leave, sir? On the 8 o 'clock plane this evening.

Now, don't go back to headquarters.

Briggs will bring you your papers to the airport.

Just a few more instructions.

Yes, she is.

What are you talking about?

Anna Shield.

Yes, she is, Arthur.

You're out of your silly mind. She's still there in the stock. She hasn't

Look for yourself.

That bear ain't had a shield. It's what she sees in the mirror.

Nobody sees this one. And if I can get my hands on it, I'll be rich. I say,

I know you'll think this is dreadful of me. I mean, we're strangers and all

that. But do you suppose you could lend me something?

Well, I... My name is Victoria Jones, and it's truly to be alone. You see,

just had the most frightful experience.

I popped into Selfridges to buy a new hat. And like a fool, I left my

in my flat. And the hat was a guinea, and all I had was a pound. And I like...

this hat, and they were so nice about the extra shilling that I just had to

it. And now I haven't a sou, and I just must phone for my chauffeur.

I'm so sorry, dear. I shall never forget you.

I shall never, never forget you.

Now, you must give me your name and address so that I can send it to you and

prove I'm not an adventurist. Oh, now, I hardly think an adventurist would ask

for trippins. Oh, but you must. I can't bear to have you. Now, please, you bring

up your chauffeur. I'll be here when you come out.

You will be?

Please do be. I shall.

Who was that?

Anna Scheel. I don't care who's in the draper's shop. No, Miss Scheel is still

there. Now listen to me.

I want you to stay right where you are.

And when Miss Scheel does come out, follow her and report to our friends.

Do you know the number?

I know it.

We can just get this one out of sight. What a British American spotter. My dad

was here.

Did you get your connections?

Oh, I'm just ever so obliged.

But now you must give me your name and address and I will send you threepens,

really. Now, really, Miss Jones, I'm happy to... But you must, after all,

strangers. Now, if you insist.

Surely your chauffeur will have threepens. Oh, well, you see,

haven't a thing to do right now.

Why don't we wait just across there in the park? It's a lovely day.

Oh, but really, we are strangers.

Of course, it is a lovely day, isn't it?

And Miss Sheil will leave tomorrow and be at Tears Hotel on Thursday.

Tears Hotel, Bagdas.

Good luck, Miss Sheil. Thanks. And please, don't forget what I look like.

Miss Sheil, I shall never forget you. Thank you, Mr. Baker. You're very kind.

I'm deeply grateful.

I feel safer already.

Don?

You've been so very kind, it makes me feel just awful.

Oh, why?

Because you believe what I told you about buying a new hat, didn't you?

yes, of course. And about the phone call for my chauffeur? Yes.

Because I haven't any chauffeur, or car, or even tram fare.

So I must have been lying about the new hat, don't you think?

Well, yes, I suppose so.

Here, let me lend you tram fare. Oh, no, really, you don't understand.

I'll have plenty of money this evening because I'm being fired.

Oh.

Now I'm telling the truth and you're getting all mixed up, aren't you?

Oh, dear, I'm always doing that.

Doing what?

Telling the truth to people and nobody believes me. That's why it's so much

simpler to lie. Because the most unbelievable things happen to me. They

Yes. Only this time the truth isn't a bit interesting.

You see, I've had about six jobs since I came over. I'm really from Dayton.

That's in Ohio.

And now I work for a stuffy firm called Taunton and Bradbury. It's on South

Martin Street.

Or I did until old Mr. Bradbury caught me doing this at him.

Only now I have to finish out the day. And then I thought this help wanted in

the globe and I needed trippin' for the telephone and then I met you. And that's

the truth.

Only I wish it weren't. I'd love a new hat.

I hope you get a fine new position. Oh, I will.

Because I'm always getting attacked for making fun of the boss.

And I'll have scads more, you'll see.

Oh, I'm afraid I shall be around to find out. You see, I'm leaving for Baghdad.

Leaving? Oh, I am sorry.

Baghdad!

Honestly. Oh, how thrilling. I wish I were leaving for Baghdad.

Oh, I say, why don't you? Wish I could. Would you like to? Would I like to?

But... I went to Marseille for a weekend last summer, and aside from that, I've

never been anywhere the Bloomsbury tram doesn't go.

But how does one get to Baghdad? Oh, it would take a miracle.

Miracles happen. Or one makes them happen.

I say, I'd like to take your picture.

Do you mind?

What? What is it for?

I've never met anyone quite like you before.

Please don't be angry with me for saying that. I'm leaving directly, so it's

really quite safe.

At any rate, I'd like to have your picture. Do hold still. Yes.

Well, if it's safe to say things because you're going away, then I'd like to say

I've never met anybody like you either.

Oh, what's your name? I don't even know your name.

Edward. Edward Goring. Hold still, please.

Yes.

Oh,

I say, I must fly visas and all that.

I'm cabbing. Thank you, no.

No, I have to go back and try not to make faces at old Mr.

Bradbury until I collect my wages.

Goodbye. I hope the picture brings you good fortune. It will bring me five

million pounds.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

That Anna Shield.

She left ten minutes ago. Took a cab right there. Told the cabbie, Royal

That's her hotel. Did you report it?

Of course.

Tell me, did you say anything about this other girl looking like her?

Not a blinking word.

Good man, that'll be an extra five quid for you. Now listen to me.

I don't want you to mention anything about this other girl to anyone.

Not even when you report.

Do you understand?

For five quid, I'd forget my mother's maiden name.

London.

Bad in Baghdad.

John. Truly.

I met him on Toveridge Road and asked him for trip, and he took my picture.

going to Baghdad.

You know, I wish you hadn't got the sack, Miss Jones.

I'm going to miss you and your fanciful tales.

What really happened?

Well, if you must know, he's a tram conductor I met at a dance.

Oh, is he handsome? Does he dance nice?

Oh, type it, will you, dearie? I'll make you a nice hot cup of tea.

Bradbury, good evening.

Miss Jones, please.

One moment, please.

Oh, you mean me?

Oh, is this Miss Jones? Oh, I'm so glad I caught you in.

Dear Edward said if I called right away, I'd find you there.

I'm Mrs. Hamilton Clip.

Clip with two Ps.

And I've had a sort of stupid accident in the bus.

My arm, my poor right arm, is in a plaster cast right up to the shoulder.

must have someone to do for me.

Well, it's frightfully good of you and Mr.

Edward to think of me, but I'm not sure. I mean, this sort of work is... Oh,

don't say no, child, please.

I have reservations to Baghdad and everything's arranged.

Baghdad? Yes.

Of course, there's just one thing.

My husband's motoring up from Basra to fetch me at Baghdad, so I shan't need

after that.

But dear Edward tells me you know someone there.

Would the one -way idea appeal to you? You do have someone there, Miss Jones.

Of course. Of course. My uncle, Mr. Jones.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Cliff, I'll go. Yes, for my expenses one way. I already have a

passport for my summer trip to Marseilles.

Well, I'm so glad.

Now, I'm at the Exeter Arms.

Could you come up this evening? And then tomorrow you can attend to your visa

and we'll leave the following day.

Oh, thank you, Miss Jones.

Well, how dare you thank me, Charles.

Very well.

Goodbye.

Excellent.

Shall I go into the bath now and break my arm?

I brought some plaster of Paris and bandages along with me, so you'd better

as though you'd broken your arm by this evening.

Edward.

She said she had an uncle in Baghdad. She's a liar. She told me so herself.

She makes up things in the spur of the moment and all that.

No, she has no one there.

And no money.

So I'll stay quite out of the way until she's really frightened and ready to do

just what we want her to do.

Oh, Edward.

Goodbye, Thornton and Bradbury.

Goodbye, Bloomsbury Tram. Vicki, Mr. Thornton wants you right away.

I'm sorry.

Here, where are you going?

Oh, Baghdad.

Dad.

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And they came to Baghdad.

Ah,

there you are.

The London plane is in. An entire limousine full of thirsty people will

upon us.

Vas -y, see to their lunch.

Yes, sir.

I say, is Mr.

Richard Baker here?

But certainly, sir. And I, Marcus, the proprietor himself, shall take you to

him. May I ask who... Oh, just point him out to me like a good chap, will you?

At that small table, monsieur, behind the palms.

Thank you.

Absalom!

Absalom!

Yes, a good imbecile.

A good boy, a fine boy.

You're Fitzsimmons, aren't you? Yes.

Just worked from Basra.

Any word?

Well, we've heard that a party of 12 natives was ambushed in the desert

here and Basra about two days ago.

Only 11 bodies were found.

We believe that Carmichael was the 12th member of that party and that he

escaped.

If he's alive, he's probably here in Baghdad right now.

I wouldn't blame him for not showing himself. The whole place is full of

and intelligence men.

And for every one we know, there are about three that we don't.

Aha.

There's one I jolly well do know, though.

See that smiling morning face?

That's Edward Goring, by heaven.

Who does he work for?

Slimy self, mostly.

Gets paid in rubles, too.

Dangerous man, Baker. Watch out for him. Yes, I shall.

Anything else?

Nope. Just came to report to you about your friend Carmichael.

Even my regard. Will you beg her?

Goodbye. Goodbye.

No, no, not those bags, please. The other ones. Oh, don't speak English.

Nobody understands a word.

I say, America, where is the manager?

Hi. Marcus.

I'm at your service, madame.

I'm the proprietor. Ah.

Now, I want Miss Jones' bags brought in, and I do not want my bags brought in. I

can't make that creature understand.

Now, that's Miss Jones.

And I'm Mrs. Clip.

Mrs. Hamilton Clip. I'm so honored, madame.

For Marcus, the sun has risen three times today.

Once for Baghdad, and twice again to see such lovely ladies.

But you are not stopping at the hotel to you, Mrs. Cliff?

Dear me, no. My husband's melting up in Basra, upset me.

But Miss Jones will stay here, won't she, dear? Well, I'm not sure if I can

afford to. Don't be silly, child. Your uncle will attend to all that. Besides,

there's no place else to stay. Well, perhaps for a little while. Why, of

she will. This is a jolly spot.

She'll stay here until she locates her uncle.

Oh. Well, I mean, I... Wonderful man, her uncle. She told me all about him on

the slip down.

Mr. Jones.

Jones.

It's so lovely here.

But warm. I'm so thirsty.

I am vicious. I am cruel.

I am worse than that. I'm inhospitable. Sit down here, Miss Jones and Miss Clip.

And I shall give you such a drink as you have only dreamed about.

It was stolen by Marcus from Mount Olympus.

And it is ambrosia dissolved in nectar.

Absalom, deux marques spéciales, deux.

Isn't it marvelous?

I can hardly believe it. Fake dance.

Horrid place, really. Though I suppose one finds it rather exciting the first

time out.

Now, my dear, I have to fly and find the car.

No need in Mr. Clip rummaging about the lobby for me.

There's a bit of something for you. Oh, Mrs. Clip, you shouldn't. You've done so

much already.

Taken care of my expenses of my... Nonsense, my dear. You were wonderful.

Now, I'm going to motor off before that flowery little man comes back here.

Goodbye, Miss Jones. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Thank you so much.

Goodbye, Miss Jones.

Goodbye, sir. Taking care of Miss Jones and Mrs. Clips. Oh, why, she's gone.

Yes, Mr.

Marcus. Mrs. Clips had to run. Her car has arrived.

Everything's all right now.

Mrs. Clipp has been most generous, and I believe I shall stay.

But of course you stay.

I mean until I find my uncle.

Uncle? Oh, yes, the wonderful Mr.

Jones. Jones.

Mr. Pondsfoot Jones, the archaeologist.

Is he in Baghdad?

Oh, no. He was here only last week.

He went back to the desert. He comes here every six weeks when he gets

Such a sweet man.

Oh, but I wouldn't think of disturbing him. He just buries himself in his

diggings, you know.

Shards of old pottery and all that. No, I'll just wait here until he returns.

Delighted. Marcus is fortunate you have made me happy. Absalom.

I go now to see that your room is ready. You will have a nice one.

Bye. Dressing room.

Well, really.

Nice.

But not too nice.

You shall have the best, Miss Jones. The very best.

Rest here but a moment and all shall be ready for you.

Merci beaucoup, monsieur. Derriere, mademoiselle.

Derriere.

Margaret. Yes, Mr. Baker.

Have you given that young lady a room yet?

No, sir.

But I was on my way to do just that.

Put her in 304.

This is business, Marcus.

It will be as you wish, Inspector.

Marcus.

If you call me Inspector again, I shall... I'll do worse than that. I'll

police close your bar.

Do you know who that young lady is?

No, sir. But that Mrs. Hamilton Clip who came with her, there is something not

good about her.

The car that came for her, it did not contain her husband and by its

It did not come from Basra.

Very well, Marcus, thank you.

Surely we've met somewhere before.

Surely we've done no such thing, and you know it?

And what's more, I detest scenes.

So I think I should warn you that Mr. Marcus, the proprietor, is a very dear

friend of my mother.

You'd better go. Here he comes now.

Be nearby if you want me. I despise men like you.

Your room will be ready in a moment, Miss Jones.

Your bags have been sent up, and here is the key.

Room 304.

Absalom. Oh, Mr.

Marcus.

Mr. Marcus, I'll be here for simply weeks. before my uncle arrives, and I'd

to find some old friends. You know everybody here, don't you? All the very

people, Miss Jones. Well, there's this chap I knew in London. He's here. I just

know that he is. His name is Edward Goring.

He's tall, and he has the waviest hair and the bluest eyes and a very kind way

of speaking.

Marcus knows everybody, and everybody knows Marcus.

Would you believe it? But only yesterday, a gentleman, a retired

artillery, came to Theo's hotel.

Colonel Edward.

No, Edward Goring.

You are Marcus, he said, in Brooklyn, New York, which is in the United States.

have heard of Marcus, he said. Mr.

Marcus, please, I'm alone in this strange country except for my uncle, and

must help me find him.

Edward, I mean.

There is Mr. Baker.

He is a nice man, Mr. Baker.

Mr. Baker, it is good to see you this evening. Have you met Miss Jones? Why,

How do you do? How do you do? Just come out from England.

You will excuse me, Mr. Baker.

Mr. Marcus, I'd like to make final arrangements for the room now, if you

mind. Oh, but we do not talk about your account till the end of the week, Miss

Jones. Well, then, would you mind putting this in the safe for me?

see... I see.

Fresh it, Miss Jones, nester.

I remember where it was.

Brighton, I... Baby, you remember, dear old Freddy.

Now, you listen to me, mister. Haven't I seen you before somewhere, Baker? I've

got troubles enough, goody.

But I... Look here.

I'll clear this out any way you like later, but I've got to talk to you. What

are you talking about?

Our man's nearby, I'm sure of it.

Our man?

Don't look up now.

See that greasy -looking traveling man over there?

And by the stairs?

The man in the turban?

And the old lady with the knitting bag?

She's got a luger in it.

Now, every last one of these people has filtered in here in the last ten

minutes. And every one of them is an agent of some sort, and they're all

watching you. Oh, now, really.

I'm going to get close enough to it. I tell you what, I'll run over and get Mr.

Martin. No, no, don't move. If you move, anything can happen.

I tell you what, I'll have him up to your own in about half an hour, right?

Let's see here. I wish you were better at this.

That's Duncan dead.

Meet us room 304.

Go around and in the other way.

I'll take care of him.

Get the girl.

arrest this man.

Here, what are you doing? Take your filthy hands off me. What do you mean?

didn't do anything. It was that awful. Take him away. I'll be down at the

station later.

Oh, you just wait till he gets out of that filthy jail. He'll fix you, you

meddler. You're the one who should be arrested. Oh, I'm going to the

I'm going to report.

Now, my dear Miss Jones, that such a thing should happen in Theo's hotel. I'm

torn in pieces.

Please go to your room. Come.

Marcus will see you to your door.

Thank you.

Now, there, there, there. You are better now. In the night of my heart the sun

shines again.

I know you'll think I'm crazy, but are you or aren't you Anna Shield?

Mr. Baker, you said you'd never forget me.

Then you are Anna Shield.

What have I done?

Richard, glad to see you.

If I was the man of man, you're looking pretty green. This is Anna Shield, of

course. Why? I know it isn't yet. It simply can't be.

What's happened? Oh, I just pulled a prize boner. I'll give it to you fast.

There's a girl here who looks more like this than Anna Shield does.

Now Carmichael's here too, and somebody, I'm sure it was Edward Goring, just

took a shot at her. while I was communicating with me.

I just sent the girl up to a room and I told Carmichael to go there too. I think

he's wounded.

Jacob, we've got to stop him.

Look. Please, Mr. Baker.

Mr. Baker.

Here's the key to my room. I'm going straight upstairs and find out what the

devil's going on. You go up to my room. The girl's room is right next door.

There's a balcony in between.

Please.

Mr. Baker.

Mr. Baker. What is it? What is it? Mr. Baker, I need your help so most very

much. It is the police. They are searching the rooms, disturbing the

They say they look for a dangerous criminal who may have hidden in my

That's ridiculous.

The police have the man who did the shooting. Yes, sir. That is the problem.

can handle the police if you excuse as well as you can.

But these men are not police. All right, then. All right. Call the police.

Mr. Baker, I cannot.

Two of these men I know too well.

If I call the police, oh.

Hmm.

Where are they now?

The third floor.

They approached your room and the room of that young lady, Miss Jones.

Such a pretty young lady, Mr. Baker. I should not like anything to happen to

Miss Jones.

No, neither would I.

Not yet.

Very well, Marcus, I'll see what I can do.

I

wish

you were back in that filthy little office. That's what I wish.

Deep regrets, but the dangerous criminal has escaped and it is believed he might

have entered one of these rooms It is necessary to search.

Oh, but there's been nobody here.

Ismahili Yassit.

Help put on Ismahili.

He is certainly not here.

I think there will be no further discomfort.

They're gone. You can come out now.

Come out.

They're gone. You've got to come out.

You're hurt. You're terribly hurt. I'll get a doctor. I'll get a doctor.

Oh, now, everything will be all right. You just stay right where you are. I'll

be back in... Oh.

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We return now to Westinghouse Studio One.

And they came to Baghdad.

What are you staring at me like that for?

I suppose you found out I've been masquerading.

Yes.

You better tell me all about it.

Maybe it's not as important as that.

What are you doing?

Searching him, of course.

All right, where is it? Where is what? He gave it to you. Where is it? What is

it? Where is it?

Do to me.

You've hounded me and hounded me, and Edward would have helped, only you had

arrested. And now I'm in such terrible trouble, and I haven't any money, and

Marcus is going to put me in jail when I can't pay. What did he say to you?

Nothing. What did he say? Nothing, I tell you.

Well, nothing important. He said, hide me, and then defarge or something, and

then he died, and I'm going to be blamed, and I don't understand it, and I

to go home.

What's your name?

Victoria Jones.

What are you doing here?

In Baghdad?

I'm... I mean, I was looking for someone. The man you put in jail.

Why? You'd better tell me the truth, Miss Jones.

Who are you?

Oh.

Oh, my goodness.

I thought you were the master... Awful masher.

Now I see why the police took Edward away when you told them to. Why did you

that to Edward?

You tell me your story first.

Well, it all began when I met this man on the street and asked him for

It was Edward, you see. And he took my picture to take with him to Baghdad. And

he was so very nice, I just made up my mind I had to come to Baghdad. So, of

course, when I got the chance to come with Mrs. Cliff, I did.

And then I got here, and now I haven't any money, and I... And I'm going to be

put out, and that's all.

You don't believe me.

Finish your story.

Who do you know in Baghdad?

But that's the truth. Don't you know the truth when you hear it? Go on. Who do

you know?

All right. If you want a story that is a story, Mr. Paltzford Jones, the

archaeologist, is my uncle. But he won't be back for five weeks, and I have to

live in the meantime.

So I wanted Edward to get me a job, and that's all.

Well.

That last bit of your story is the only part that makes any sense.

This is the last time in my life I shall ever try to tell the truth, so bear.

Now, Miss... Miss Jones, if that commonplace really is your name.

Here's a truth or two for you.

The dead man there happens to be a very close friend of mine.

Beside that, he was one of the bravest men I've ever known.

Now, he died to bring something to... to you.

Because he thought you were someone else.

This whole thing is a good deal more important than you or your hotel bill.

It's not too much to say that the future of thousands of people may depend on

it. And you're not going to stand in the way of a thing like that with your

engaging combination of brass and bad judgment. Bad judgment? Bad judgment.

Edward Goring, that's your bad judgment.

A paid spy without even the patriotism of a common form agent selling strictly

to the highest bidder. He's nothing of the kind. He's sweet and gentle and I

came all the way here to Baghdad just to be near him. You can't... Say those

things about him.

So her uncle is a Mr. Pornsford Jones, then?

I can just see Auntie Pornsford Jones, can't you?

Well, Miss Jones, whose side are you on?

Are you sure Carmichael was carrying something valuable when he came here?

Positive. Then I know how you can get it.

Do you?

If what you say is true, and Edward shot Carmichael, then Edward must have known

what Carmichael was carrying and how he carried it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have

dared to do it until Carmichael had given the thing to me.

I say you're right.

I'll ask him. If he is what you say he is, he'll never tell you. Very likely,

but I shall have to try.

He'd tell me, though.

Let me see if I understand you.

You're willing to find out from Edward Goring how Carmichael carried this

secret, and you mean to give this information to me?

That's right.

Why?

Because I've got to know if Edward is what you said. I've got to.

And the only way is to give him a chance to clear himself.

You think you can manage a thing like this? He's a very dangerous man and

clever. I can manage. Please let me try.

Very well.

You understand, though, I won't be able to trust you. You'll have to be watched

every moment. Anything, anything, but I've got to know.

All right.

Now, here's what we must do.

I'll phone up the police and have Edward Gawling released.

I shall call Miss Jones immediately.

Absalom! Absalom! Miss Jones will be so happy. And so then will I, Marcus.

She is enchanting, Mrs. Ponsford -Jones. I congratulate you on your choice of

nieces.

Oh, no answer.

It is to worry.

A thing happened to Miss Jones to make her a tiny bit upset this evening. I

shall go up. I, Marcus, myself, to wake her from this so sound sleep.

Oh, I shall go with you. You have no idea how anxious I am to see this niece

mine. Ah, there you are. And I have been calling your room and having the most

frightful visions of disaster.

Now, do you know who this is?

This is Mrs. Pouncefoot Jones, your aunt.

Well, what a surprise.

Yes, ma 'am. idea, isn't it?

Now, Miss Jones, you will have someone to be with, and not to be frightened

more, no?

No, I can't be frightened anymore.

Well, my dear, we're acting like two strangers.

Yes, well, we have hardly seen one another.

Oh, so true, so very true, and what a pity.

I got the nicest letter from Mary only a fortnight ago. She says Walcott's been

sick, but she didn't say what it was. Do you know, Victoria, dear?

No, I haven't heard a word.

Oh, I... I'm going to pop off to bed now, Auntie.

Breakfast? Oh, of course, darling.

Eight o 'clock?

Oh, splendid.

I want to see a great deal of you, while it lasts.

While it lasts?

A visit to Baghdad, darling.

Sleep well.

Oh, I will. I surely will. You too.

Good night, Auntie.

Good night.

She is such a nice lady, Mrs. Forbes, isn't she, John? Aye, my Christmas don't

have four years. Absalom, my Christmas.

Oh, Edward!

Oh,

Edward, you don't seem a bit glad to see me after all I've been through.

Why, of course I'm glad to see you, Victoria.

What has my little world been through?

Oh, Edward, it's been dreadful.

A man came into my room. A man?

Who was he? Edward!

Tell me. Well, he looked like an Arab, only he wasn't, and he said his name was

Carmichael. Carmichael? What did he say to you? Did he give you anything?

What happened to him? Where did he go?

He's still there.

Edward, you hurt me!

Where is it?

I want you to take a good look at this.

It's a wonderful little gadget.

It's a silencer.

You'd better tell me what you've done with it.

With what?

I brought you all the way to Baghdad just to get that thing from Carmichael.

Where is it? Edward, please.

Please, please.

So help me.

I'm going to start shooting in three seconds if you don't tell me.

Look.

What are you staring at?

He still has the scarf. The scarf? Edward, oh.

Edward, no, no. Edward, stop. Here.

Here's Edward.

Scarf.

It's good work, Richard.

Just an ordinary scarf, as far as I can see.

Mishiel!

Here, you can keep him this time.

Oh, Mishiel, uh... Hey, uh, Mishiel, Richard.

What do you make of this?

We'll send it to the lab, of course, but... Nothing hidden in it, as far as I

can find? This is what he was after, all right. You should have a good look at

it.

I don't understand.

Would the message be in numerals or in words?

Oh, in numerals, I should think, because Dr. Duncan and I had worked on Darwin's

theory for months.

All we'd need would be a simple numerical formula.

There's no paper set in this thing, no design of any sort.

Would the size mean anything?

Just a series of numbers.

Oh, poor Carmichael knew what he was doing.

Gave his life to get this scarf to Dr.

Duncan. Or to you.

You told me that before Carmichael died, he mentioned a name.

Miffage or defage or something. So brave. So wonderful.

Who thought it like Sidney Carton?

It's a far, far better... Do you remember a tale of two sisters?

My opinion, Sidney Carton was an idiot.

I'm afraid poor Carmichael died for nothing.

Oh, no, he can't have.

Anyway, Miss... What is your name?

Jones. Miss Jones. Well, we're very grateful to you.

Just a dirty, filthy old scarf.

Not even knitted very well.

Farge. Lafarge.

Lafarge. Tale of two cities. Madame Lafarge.

Yes. Madame Lafarge.

Oh, yes. The grim old video set by the guillotine knitting and dropping a

every time she lopped off somebody's head.

Dropping a stitch.

Well, that's it. That must be it.

Don't you see? Madame Lafarge kept a secret record by dropping a certain

of stitches.

Well, Diwan certainly dropped a lot of stitches when he knitted this, wouldn't

he? Well, drop stitches here, rather. Two, four, six, eight, two.

Four, six, seven.

Knit eight.

Purl seven. Well, that's the beginning of a numerical code. Knit nine.

Purl five.

Yes. Yes, this is it. The start of a numerical relationship.

Reset quarters, please.

This is it.

Hello, Hutchinson.

We've got it. Yes, I think so.

Send the police squad around, will you? And somebody to take care of poor

Carmichael. Yes, you got it.

Oh, and get the plane to stand by.

Miss Sheil and Baker will accompany me back to London.

Oh, there'll be a Miss... What is her name? Jones. Miss Jones with us, too,

Oh, thank you. I've got to get back and look about for a job.

Knit six.

Knit six. Purl one. Take it, she's wonderful.

Drop two.

Drop two.

Purl three. Purl three. Knit four.

Miss Sheil, she's the most wonderful girl.

Do you think she'd mind if I call her Victoria?

Oh, I don't think so, really.

Anyway, I wouldn't.

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And remember, you can be sure if it's Westinghouse.

Westinghouse is proud that our own Betty Furness has just been voted the Michael

of the Academy of Radio and Television Arts and Sciences.

for her outstanding performance on Westinghouse Studio One.

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court will star Thomas Mitchell and

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Send your contribution to your local cerebral palsy affiliate.

And now, until next week, good night.

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