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GRAHAM: Handbag...

American passport...

Rita Cartwright, Helm Hotel, Regent Street, W1.

"Shall expect you at 8pm tonight

as arranged on the telephone, The Marquis."

The Marquis again!

And handed in West London, sir. Same as the others.

What's this written here? Looks like a hastily scribbled note.

"Bombay SW." What the devil does that mean?

It could be a reference to the Bombay Restaurant, sir,

off Leicester Square. That's in the SW1 postal area.

[ KNOCKING AT DOOR ] Come in.

Here are the files on the first two Marquis murders, Sir Graham.

Thank you, Ross.

You're right, Bradley. Telegram handed in West London.

Yes, West London. And identical wording in all three cases.

And each time the victim is shot.

And the body dumped in the river.

What bothers me is the lack of any sort of connecting link

- between the three victims. - Quite, sir.

Something that might give us a hint

as to the Marquis' identity or motive.

Yes, they're all three from very different walks of life.

Exactly.

First: Mervin Harwood, analytical chemist;

then Lady Alice Mapleton:

young, social, heiress to a considerable fortune;

and now, an American woman, Rita Cartwright.

And in each case, on the day of the murder,

the victim has received a telegram

from someone who signs himself "The Marquis".

Have you checked on this Cartwright woman, Ross?

Yes, sir. I've been to the American Embassy.

Age 32. She was a member of the Anti-Narcotics Squad

of the New York Police.

She was over here on holiday, unofficially,

and has overstayed her leave by nearly two weeks.

Interesting, but it doesn't get us very far.

Is that the best you can do?

Well, sir, that's all I've been able to get so far.

Confound it, man, we have to do better than that.

The press went for the previous two murders in a big way.

"The Marquis Murders." It makes a good headline.

And now there's been a third they'll go to town on it.

Especially when they find we haven't a clue

as to the murderer's identity.

The Home Secretary's on the warpath already.

Rang me up this morning before eight; caught me in my bath.

[ KNOCKING AT DOOR ] Come in!

- Post just in, sir. - Right.

If you'll excuse me, sir, they've just telephoned to say

that young gentleman's here again; Mr. Storey.

He insists on waiting until you can see him, sir.

Storey! Oh, that's the young fellow who was engaged

- to Lady Alice Mapleton, isn't it? - Yes, Sir Graham.

He's around here most days,

making a regular nuisance of himself.

Swears, if we don't find Lady Alice's murderer pretty soon,

he'll take on the job of finding him himself.

Well, tell Mr. Storey I am busy,

but that Superintendent Bradley will come and see him.

Very good, sir.

Try and ride him off, Bradley, will you?

I'll do my best, sir.

And, Ross, for heaven's sake, get some real background

on this American girl.

Well, the embassy have told us all they know, sir.

It's a matter of making contact with New York.

Ah! Listen to this:

"Hope you're fit and well and not too busy.

Steve sends her love

and says I'm to tell you I've acquired a striking accent.

All the best, Paul Temple."

- Where's it from, sir? - New York.

[ CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

[ TEMPLE ON TV ] And so if you ask me to sum up my philosophy

as a writer of crime and detective fiction,

I must take refuge in a platitude

and say: "Fact is stranger than fiction".

Every day you read in your newspapers

stories which you accept as true

because they're written in the newspaper.

But which you'd condemn as utter hooey

if you read them in one of my books.

[ SPEAKER ON TV ] Well, that's very interesting, Mr. Temple.

I'll remember that when I open my crime page tomorrow morning.

Now, as our time is almost up, is there any final message

that you'd like to give to the viewers?

Well, yes. Yes, there is. Another platitude.

Crime doesn't pay, except for us, thriller writers.

Goodbye and good luck to you.

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

Oh! Thank goodness that's over.

Hey, you've got nothing to worry about. That was good!

That was fine, Paul. You've got a TV personality.

You're dead right, Mrs. Temple. You mark my words,

Paul will go places in TV.

Not if I have anything to do with it.

I'm not going to be a TV widow.

Isn't that better than having him skating around after criminals?

No. In that case, I can skate after him.

[ GIGGLES ]

They'd like a word with you in the control room,

- if you can spare a minute. - Oh, fine. I'll be right there.

Now, if you two will excuse me, I'll be right back

and then we can go have some coffee.

All right, fine.

These cablegrams have been sent across from your hotel.

Oh! Thank you very much.

- Who's it from? - From Sir Graham!

Yes, it says, "Thanks for postcard, stop.

Urgently need all available information

regarding Rita Cartwright,

latest victim of Marquis murders, stop.

Understand she was a member of Anti-Narcotics Squad,

New York Police, stop. Can you help? Situation critical.

- Love to Steve." - Poor Sir Graham.

- Home Secretary's on his tail. - Hmm. Looks like it.

[ SOUND OF PAPER ]

- Oh. - What is it?

Well, look at is.

"Paul Temple, Continental Hotel, New York.

Keep out, Temple. This is a warning.

- The Marquis"? - Mmm.

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

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- May I, Mr. Temple? - Certainly.

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

TEMPLE: Thanks very much.

- All right, Steve, I'll take these. - Oh, I'll take this one, Paul.

[ FOOTSTEPS ]

- STEVE: Back to austerity. - And we're out of training.

Oh. You wrote to the employment agency, didn't you?

Well, I cabled, but I'm not optimistic.

- Oh. Oh, well. - SAKKI: Excuse, please?

Oh, it's Ricky!

No, ma'am, Sakki. Ricky's my brother!

I speak to Mrs and Mr Paul Temple, please?

That's right. You know that Ricky used to work for us?

Oh, yes. Ricky has told me everything about you.

Everything. [ CLEARS THROAT ]

Yes, well, in that case perhaps we should go inside, right?

No, please, that is for me.

[ BLOWS ]

Well, that's very nice of you. Thanks.

Oh, just put them down there, please.

Yes, that'll do. Tell me, where is Ricky these days?

In Rangoon, sir, with my mother.

- He is married man. - Really? Oh, has he a family?

- Oh, yes, ma'am; three children. - Three!?

- My word, he's a fast worker. - Oh, yes, sir. All three at once.

[ LAUGHTER ]

[ LAUGHTER ] SAKKY: Excuse, please.

Ricky said to me: "Please, give Mr. and Mrs. Temple

- best humble cheerio." - How very sweet of him.

That's very nice.

Now, you and Mr. Temple go to rest.

- I will see to luggage. - But you don't know the flat.

But, yes, ma'am. This is lounge, that is kitchen,

- this is bedroom, that is... - [ CLEARS THROAT ] Yes, quite.

- Ricky has told me everything. - Yes, so it seems.

Tell me, Sakki, do you propose to work for us whole-time?

But of course, sir.

That's why I came from Rangoon.

You've come all the way from Rangoon on purpose to work for us?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

My mother said someone must look after Mr. and Mrs. Temple.

For Ricky has too many children to leave.

So, here is Sakki, please.

[ LAUGHTER ]

I don't believe it. I must be dreaming.

Oh, I think he's quite real.

Really? To come all the way from Burma

to work for us is like a fairy tale.

- Well, it's a pair of hands. - With any luck he can cook too.

Yes!

- Paul? - Mm?

Do you remember Ricky's cooking?

Oh, Lord, yes. All those recipes from his mother in Rangoon.

Tasted like last year's whale meat cooked in axle grease.

Right you are.

Do you remember the night Sir Graham dined with us?

Oh, wasn't he a laugh? [ CHUCKLES ]

Good Lord, where'd you get that coat from?

It is Ricky's, sir. He said to wear it till four o'clock,

and then black coat. Is that right, sir?

Quite right, Sakki.

This I find in the hall on floor.

I think it put through while I take luggage.

Oh. All right.

[ SOUND OF PAPER ]

Listen to this:

"Welcome home. Don't forget my warning

or you'll make Mrs. Temple a widow. The Marquis."

Good heavens!

Our friend The Marquis seems to have a good intelligence service.

Steve, we'd better get down to Scotland Yard right away

and see Sir Graham.

This and our American dope may prove useful.

You come back for supper, please?

There isn't any food in the house.

No need to worry, miss. I bring parcel from Rangoon.

- Special recipe from Mother. - Oh, good!

You know, this information about Rita Cartwright

is going to be most useful. Sir Graham will be delighted.

Yes, I'm sorry we missed him.

Do you think he'll be back this afternoon?

I doubt it now.

Trouble is he didn't tell me where he was going.

No good for prints. They're just a jumbled mess.

Yes, I was afraid of that. Sakki's and mine all over it.

By the way, do you and your wife know Inspector Ross?

- Oh, how do you do? - How do you do?

- Glad to meet you. - How do you do?

Ross is in charge of the Marquis case.

I don't envy you. He seems a pretty spry customer.

He'll slip up before long. Then we'll get him.

Provided, that is, there aren't too many cooks spoiling the broth.

Meaning that you don't take kindly to us amateurs, eh?

Frankly, Mr. Temple, that's exactly what I mean.

In that case, Inspector, I suggest we make a bargain.

Not to tread on each other's toes.

Come on, Steve, these gentlemen are busy.

Goodbye, Inspector.

Bye, Bradley. We'll see ourselves out.

I hope we didn't go too far, Ross.

Don't you agree with what I said?

Maybe I do, but you've got to remember

Temple's a very close friend of Sir Graham's.

I can't help that.

Either I handle this Marquis case my own way

or I chuck my hand in.

I don't care what you say.

There's no need for Ross to have been so rude.

He wasn't exactly rude, Steve, merely outspoken.

I don't think he's trustworthy, Paul,

and I'm jolly well going to tell Sir Graham so when I see him.

That'll make the old boy sit up.

STEVE: Oh, there's someone at the door.

TEMPLE: Oh, there is Sir Graham!

- Hello, dear boy! How are you? - Nice to see you.

- Steve, you look wonderful. - I feel it.

That's what the USA does for you.

- Good! - Just arrived?

I've been ringing your bell for two or three minutes,

and I couldn't get any answer.

Don't say that Sakki's left already.

Who's Sakki?

You remember the Burmese servant we used to have called Ricky?

Ricky! Oh, yes, yes, yes. Of course!

He's the chap who put the oysters in the apricots, is he?

That's right. Well, this is his brother.

He's come all the way from Rangoon to work for us.

Sent by his mother

with a completely new collection of Burmese recipes.

You must stay to dinner and try them.

Oh!

Good Lord!

- What on earth? - What's been going on here?

We've had a visitor.

How dare he mess up my room like this?

- Who, Sakki? - No, The Marquis.

The Marquis? Surely you don't think The Marquis...?

Yes, it's The Marquis all right, or one of his friends.

Lucky we went straight down to the Yard.

You've been down there?

We went down to see you, but since you weren't there;

we gave Bradley and Ross the dope from America.

So that's what The Marquis was after!

Yeah.

Why the devil would he think you've got anything?

I don't know. [ GROANS ]

Wait a minute, listen. [ GROANS ]

Come on.

[ GROANING ]

It's coming from that cupboard.

- Sakki! - He's not dead, is he?

It's all right. I think he's only stunned.

Excuse, please. Very sorry, Mr. Temple.

- What happened, Sakki? - There was knock on the door.

I open it. There was man. He knocked me on the head.

- Did you see his face? - No, sir.

He had handkerchief tied over.

All right.

Enough talking for you, young man. Come and lie down.

- Let's give you a hand. - Come on.

Temple, this is a very good port.

Mmm. Yes, I wish I got some more of that year.

- Enjoy your dinner, Sir Graham? - Oh, yes, indeed. What was it?

[ GIGGLES ] I don't really know.

It's one of Sakki's Burmese dishes, you know.

Now, listen, Temple. First thing tomorrow morning

I'll look through that stuff you brought back from the States.

Though I doubt it'll get us any further.

Oh. I rather gather that Ross takes much the same view.

Oh, by the way,

if you should get another brainwave on the Marquis case,

you might let me know personally, will you?

I understand. Bradley and Ross resent outside interference, eh?

Oh, they're both good fellows and very experienced.

If a little inclined to have one-track minds.

I warn you, Sir Graham. Keep your eye on that man Ross.

I will, but it's young Storey who's upset him.

Storey? Isn't he the fellow who was engaged to Lady Alice Mapleton?

Yes. Haunts the Yard

and will keep butting in. He's nearly driven us crazy.

[ CHUCKLING ] No wonder Ross dislikes amateurs.

Have you any further suggestions to offer?

I see what you mean. Well, no.

As I see it, all we know is that The Marquis has committed three murders

without any clue as to his identity, motive or whereabouts.

Except the very slender lead to the Bombay Restaurant.

- Oh, yes, yes. - Bradley's following that up,

but it hasn't led him anywhere so far.

There's nothing else on the back of that telegram, I suppose?

- No. Bombay SW, that's all. - I see.

[ CLOCK CHIMES ] By Jove, I must be going.

Thank you, both, for a very pleasant evening.

Not at all. I'm glad it ended better than it started.

Goodnight, Steve.

Good to have you both back again.

- Goodnight, Sir Graham. - I'll see you out.

No, please, that's for me!

Are you sure you feel up to it, Sakki?

Yes, please, I feel fine!

- You don't like my coffee? - Oh, it was... too hot.

How was your coffee, Paul?

It was a bit too cold, I'm afraid.

OK, please, I get you some more...

No, no, that's all right. Thank you, Sakki.

Excuse, please. I just now remember.

Soon after you gone, one gentleman call here.

- Oh, what was his name? - Mr. Storey.

- That young man has initiative. - Yes. Did he leave a message?

Yes, please. He said sorry to miss you,

- and will phone you tomorrow. - Oh. All right, Sakki.

Now, don't you bother about these things tonight.

You get straight off to bed.

[ SIGHS ] Things have certainly happened

- on our first evening home. - Yes, they certainly have.

- Feeling tired, Steve? - Not particularly. Why?

Are you game for a little drive to the East End?

- East End? - Yes, to be precise,

- the East India Dock Road. - Why there?

To follow up the only clue in the Marquis case.

Which Ross and company don't even know they've got.

- Come clean. - Bombay SW.

You don't think it refers to the Bombay Restaurant?

Do you remember a year or two ago

I got to know a funny little crook called Sammy Wren?

That's right.

Wasn't he something to do with the dope racket?

The Yard thought so, but I didn't.

What's made you think of him?

Well, he had his headquarters in the East India Dock Road,

- at Bombay Wharf. - I see.

So the SW may not be the postal district after all.

Exactly. "S" for Sammy, "W" for Wren.

[ DOOR OPENING ANS CLOSING ]

[ FOGHORN HONKS IN DISTANCE ]

Well, so far, so good. I suppose that gate might be locked.

But how do we get into the building?

Let's try these stairs.

[ FOGHORN IN DISTANCE ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

- Paul? - Hmm?

- What's that noise? - Sounds like a generator.

[ LOCK CLACKS ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

Just a minute. Look.

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

We've got to find a way down.

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

TEMPLE: Put up your hands. I've got you covered.

STEVE: Inspector Ross!

Temple. What on earth are you doing here?

TEMPLE: Same as you, Inspector. Looking for Sammy Wren.

- ROSS: Well, there he is. - STEVE: Is he dead?

ROSS: No, but I'm afraid he'll go at any moment.

How did it happen?

I found him like this. He'd been shot.

If you hadn't turned up when you did,

by tomorrow his body would've been picked up out of the river.

Yes, it's The Marquis, all right.

It was very quick of you, Mr Temple,

to have gone on to the Bombay Wharf

instead of the Bombay Restaurant.

Oh, I must return the compliment, Inspector.

I thought that you and Bradley missed it.

Now you're here, perhaps you'll give me a hand.

Of course.

Will you and Mrs. Temple keep an eye on Wren

while I step out and telephone for an ambulance?

Certainly.

And keep your eyes and ears open in case the killer's still about.

Do you really think The Marquis maybe hiding somewhere?

No, Steve. Not now.

Ross's arrival or ours scared him off.

- [ GROANS ] - Oh, he's coming round.

[ TRYING HARD ] All right, Sammy. Come on, you'll be all right.

- [ BLABBERING ] Mr. Temple? - That's right.

- [ WHISPERING ] They done me in. - Who did, Sammy?

- The Marquis. - Take it easy. Take it easy.

- Roddy Carson... - Roddy Carson.

Shooting gallery...

Flower Street funfair, by Piccadilly.

Piccadilly, yes.

I suppose he... He couldn't...

- He told me he's seen him... - Seen him? Who was he, Sammy?

The... the... the... [ DEATH RATTLE ]

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

You're driving awfully fast.

Yes, I want to get to Flower Street before they close.

These funfair's shut down at about 11.

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

- Paul. - Hmm?

The more I see of that man Ross, the more I distrust him.

He was quite polite tonight.

I suppose you do realise

it could've been Ross who shot Sammy Wren.

Well, yes.

In other words, Ross may be The Marquis.

- Could be. - Perhaps you're right, it could be.

Funny situation if our murderer turned out to be

a Scotland Yard inspector.

I'd like to see Sir Graham's face if it is.

[ CHUCKLES ]

Well, let's hope we know more about it

after we've contacted Roddy Carson.

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

- Is it far, Paul? - No, we're nearly there.

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

Beware Paul! [ TYRES SCREECH - CRASH ]

[ MOTORCYCLE STOPPING ]

Excuse me, excuse me. Anyone hurt, sir?

A little shaken up. My wife, here...

I'm all right, Paul. Only a crack on the head.

- Oh. - It's Mr. Temple, isn't it, sir?

Yes, that's right.

- Were you driving, sir? - I was.

And the driver of the other vehicle?

Oh, he's bolted. I saw the crash, it was all his fault.

I tried to catch him but he got away.

Well, if this gentleman saw the accident, Mr. Temple...

Temple? You're not by any chance Paul Temple?

Yes, I am.

This is the most amazing coincidence.

I've been chasing you all day. My name's Storey. Roger Storey.

- Roger Storey? - You're Mrs. Temple, aren't you?

I expect you've heard about me from Sir Graham.

- That's right. Oh... - Take it easy, sweet.

We'll get a taxi and take you back home.

But, Paul, Flower Street. You must go.

- The funfair will be closed. - Much too late for that now.

- It'll keep till tomorrow. - Look, I don't want to butt in,

but is there anything I can do to help?

- She's good, thank you. - Then perhaps tomorrow?

Yes, come by and we'll have a good talk.

Thanks so much. I'll be back with a taxi as soon as I can.

Now, sir, perhaps you'll let me have a few particulars?

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

Here you are, sir. Have a try.

Four shots for sixpence, and a prize every time.

If you get four bull's-eyes.

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

Hey, Roddy! Hem's loosening off again.

No chance.

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

Where have you been to, Roddy?

You said you'd be in at ten sharp. And I want my tea.

Oh, why don't you shut your face?

Go get your flipping tea and stop grousing.

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

Out of practice. You're... You're Roddy Carson, aren't you?

- So what if I am? - I've got a message for you.

- From Sammy. - Sammy?

- Yeah, Sammy Wren. - Keep on with your shooting.

You'll never hit nothing if you don't tuck it

right into your shoulder!

Why didn't Sammy come himself?

He couldn't, Roddy, because he's... dead.

- Dead? - Yes. He was... [ CARBINE SHOT ]

shot last night, by The Marquis.

Oi.

- Four shots a penny. - I know.

Use that one; it's all ready.

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC - COCKING CARBINE ]

Keep your cheek right down on the butt.

What was Sammy's message?

As he was dying he said: "Find Roddy Carson.

He's the one man who knows who The Marquis really is."

That's right. That girl what was picked up in the river.

I saw him carry her out of Bombay Wharf

- just after he shot her. - Mmm?

Fellow about my height, brown hair.

I tracked him down to where he lives and I got his name too.

Go on with your shooting.

[ CARBINE SHOT ]

Well, that's your last.

All right, I'll have another go.

I'll give you a fair target.

Oh, it's stuck again.

Guns down, please. Shan't be a minute.

[ GUNSHOT ]

- Blimey, what's happened? - What's going on? Roddy!

[ CHATTERING ]

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

Set him down over there by those boxes.

- Better fetch a doctor. - Yes, yes, do that.

All right, sir.

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

- Then what happened? - Then the shot rang out.

The Marquis again. Temple, it's ghastly!

Especially since I'm convinced I know who The Marquis is.

Oh?

I simply can't get the police to listen to me.

That's why I was so anxious to get in touch with you.

I know Sir Graham will listen to you!

That's why I thought perhaps if I told you my story

you might be able to help me.

I'll do my best. Fire away.

Have you ever heard of a man called Sir Felix Raybourne?

Sir Felix Raybourne?

Well, that's the explorer man, isn't it?

The archaeologist who goes out digging up

ancient tombs in the desert.

That's right. He's the great authority on Ancient Egypt

and the Middle East generally.

He only returned from an expedition a month or two ago, didn't he?

Correct. Well, he was one of Alice's trustees.

- I see. So you knew him well. - Too well, Temple. We...

We don't get on. We never did. He wasn't kind to Alice.

As a matter of fact, she hated him.

You're not suggesting your fiancée was murdered by...?

Wait till you hear all the facts, Mrs. Temple.

I know that on his last expedition,

Sir Felix achieved some remarkable results.

I'm told that his excavations, in the Sinai Desert,

produced some fabulous treasures.

And one particular thing which might prove

of inestimable value to the health of mankind.

I also know that immediately he got back

he got in touch with Mervin Harwood,

The Marquis' first victim.

Are you suggesting that Harwood was murdered

to ensure that he didn't talk about Sir Felix's discovery?

- Exactly. - And your fiancée, Lady Alice,

found out and she had to be removed too.

- That's what I believe. - Hmm.

How about the American woman, Rita Cartwright;

- Do you know anything about her? - Everything, Temple.

You see, I was employing her.

- You were? - What for?

To watch Sir Felix.

I'll never rest until I'm even with him.

- I loved Alice. - We understand, Mr. Storey.

- We'll do all we can to help. - Yes, of course.

Thank you, Mrs. Temple. You're very kind.

I must be going.

[ PHONE RINGS ]

Oh, you answer it, Paul. I'll see Mr Storey out.

- Goodbye. - Bye-bye.

[ PHONE RINGS ]

Hello? Paul Temple here. Who is it?

Oh, yes. Mm-hm. Oh, good. That's wonderful.

Thank you very much. All right, goodbye.

- What a nice fellow he is. - Mm-hm? Yeah.

I feel rather sorry for him. Who rang, Paul?

Faulkner's Garage. I've hired a car while ours is in dock.

Come on, get on your bonnet and shawl.

- Where are we going? - We're going to pay a call,

- in the country. - What are you talking about?

I found this in Roddy Carson's pocket.

- Sir Felix Raybourne! - Mmm.

STEVE: Greensea House, Walsham.

[ CAR DOORS SLAMMING ]

No sign of a bell or anything.

[ EERIE FLUTE MUSIC ]

Oh, what a horrible creepy sound.

- Sounds like a pipe of some kind. - Mmm.

[ KNOCKING AT DOOR ]

STEVE: Oh!

We'd like to see Sir Felix Raybourne, please.

Thank you.

My card.

Thank you.

I... suppose he means in here.

[ EERIE MUSIC ]

- What an extraordinary place. - Certainly is.

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

- What's that smell? - Incense, I think.

[ MUSIC STRIKES ]

[ EERIE MUSIC ]

Mmm. Ugly-looking brute, isn't he?

Paul, are his eyes moving?

FELIX: He is the ancient god of twilight.

The time of sleeping and the time of waking.

That is why his eyes appear to open and shut.

Sir Felix Raybourne? My name's Paul Temple.

So I gathered from your card. And this is your wife?

- How do you do? - Well?

No doubt you're wondering, Sir Felix, why...

Not in the least.

I assume that you want to see me about this Marquis affair?

Exactly.

And that your prime object is to satisfy yourself

as to whether or not I am The Marquis.

- Well, really, Sir Felix, I... - Oh, come, Mr. Temple,

don't let me put you to the inconvenience of having to bluff.

I'm perfectly well aware

that there is a prima facie case of evidence against me

if only because I was the last person to see Mervin Harwood

and my poor Alice before they were killed.

In that case, Sir Felix, you would be as anxious as anyone

to see The Marquis is caught.

Naturally.

I would then be free of suspicion, wouldn't I?

Mmm. And if we're to catch him we are first to discover his motive

and I thought perhaps about that you may be able to help.

Why should you think that?

I was wondering if it might be connected in some way

with your recent discoveries.

Mr. Temple, have you by any chance been in communication recently

with an individual by the name of Storey?

Yes, I have.

A most unpleasant young man.

In fact, I can assure you that if I were The Marquis,

he would've been my first victim.

But he was devoted to Lady Alice.

So he would like you to believe, Mrs. Temple,

but I happen to know better.

He bears me a bitter grudge.

In fact, he is primarily responsible for my being suspected.

Then am I to take it, Sir Felix, that you have no wish to help us.

Precisely. That is all I will tell you.

When I came back from the Sinai Desert,

I brought with me a secret which can be the greatest benefit

or the most terrible harm to all humanity,

according to who gets hold of it.

Mervin Harwood, and my niece Alice Mapleton,

died because they got to know something about that secret.

So from now on, until it can be made fully public,

I intend to say no more about it... to anyone.

[ CLAPS ] Abdullah!

[ SPEAKS FOREING LANGUAGE ]

[ SPEAKS FOREING LANGUAGE ]

Abdullah will show you out.

What a horrible house, Paul. Let's get out of it.

All right.

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- Oh, this is good, Steve. - What is, Paul?

"The well-known murder mystery play by Paul Temple,

entitled A Kiss for a Corpse,

has proved so popular with provincial audiences

that, for the third year in succession,

a long tour is being arranged."

Then perhaps I'll get that diamond necklace.

Yes. Perhaps. [ DOORBELL BUZZING ]

Who on earth could that be at this time of the morning?

Sakki!

Excuse, please.

Oh, Sakki, there's someone at the door.

Say we're away, or we're out, or we're dead...

Yes, ma'am. I'll say you're in Rangoon.

Oh.

I wonder what happened to that boy

who played the part of the cab driver?

- He was jolly good in your play. - Yes. Yes, he was.

I don't know. I think he went on the drink. I lost track of him.

- What was his name? - Something Slater, wasn't it?

Mr. Temple, quick, please!

What is it, Sakki?

It's that gentleman, Mr. Storey, he's hurt!

Storey?

- Storey, what on earth? - What happened?

Oh, Temple. I'm so sorry to disturb you.

- That's all right, old chap. - I had a car crash.

Bandaged me up in hospital.

Let me go this morning, said I was all right.

When your man opened the door, everything went... blank.

Oh. Well, never mind. Come and have some coffee.

[ TRYING HARD ] Come on. Up you go.

You'll be all right.

Get another cup, will you, Sakki?

- That's right. - Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Are you quite comfortable, Mr. Storey?

- Oh, yes, fine. Fine, thank you. - Thanks, Sakki. Steve.

Thanks, Paul.

All right, Storey. Tell us what happened.

I think I can say for certain, Temple,

that The Marquis has now had a crack at me.

- Oh. - Thank you.

I was driving out of London last night.

- Where were you going? - I was going down to Guildford

to spend the night with some friends.

And?

Well, I was bowling along the Kingston bypass

when suddenly a van shot out of a side turning

and deliberately crowded me into the kerb.

Much the same as your lorry driver.

Are you quite sure it was deliberate?

Not a doubt about it.

My car turned a somersault,

and by the grace of God I was thrown clear,

landed on the grass verge.

I escaped with a cracked collarbone and a cut on the neck.

What happened to the other car?

His front wheel got caught in mine, pulled clean off.

Kept my head and managed to tackle him

- before he could get away. - You got him, did you?

Oh, yes, I held on to him until help came

and then I handed him over to the police.

- And where did you go? - They took me to hospital.

Did you get anything out of him?

Not a word. He just played dumb.

Mmm. Does Sir Graham know about this?

- Yes. At least Ross does. - Ross?

I phoned the Yard from the hospital and got put on to Ross.

Oh.

Sakki!

- Excuse, please? - Look, I want my bath,

clothes, hat, coat, car. I've gotta get leaving!

Yes, sir, very quick. You've got to be gone already!

[ CHUCKLES ]

STEVE: Where are you going, Paul?

I'm going to see Sir Graham.

I want a word with that reckless driver.

So he won't answer your questions, eh?

- That's right, sir. - Can't get a word out of him.

Can we have him in here, Sir Graham?

- I'd like to have a look at him. - Certainly. Fetch him in, Ross.

Yes, sir, but...

Let me have a look at that report.

We must get something out of him somehow.

Well, I can't thank you enough, Mrs. Temple;

you've been absolutely wonderful to me.

Must you go, Mr. Storey?

Paul is expecting you to be here when he gets back.

I really must get along. I've got an awful lot to do.

- Sure you feel strong enough? - Oh, fine.

That coffee did me a power of good.

Well, goodbye and many thanks.

Goodbye.

[ FOOTSTEPS ]

- What's your name? - Higgins.

- Christian name? - Burt.

I understand you refuse to answer any questions.

You realise you'll only jeopardise your case

by adopting this attitude?

- I've got nothing to say. - Stand up.

You appreciate a very serious charge has been laid against you.

And what if it has? I'm not talking, see?

Do you admit that you deliberately tried to crash Mr. Storey's car?

Better come clean, Slater.

Paul Temple!

This man isn't Higgins, his real name is Derek Slater.

He's an actor.

He was once in a play of mine.

I suggest you let me ask him a few questions, Sir Graham.

All right, go ahead.

You're working for The Marquis, aren't you?

- Yes. - Voluntarily?

No.

You mean he's blackmailing you.

That's right.

Have you seen The Marquis?

- No. - Heard his voice?

No, never.

But it was The Marquis who directed you

to ditch Storey's car, wasn't it?

It was.

How did he communicate with you?

He sent me a telegram,

saying where I was to pick up my instructions.

- And where was that? - Kennaway's Folly.

Kennaway's Folly. What's that? Where is it?

It's an old half-ruined tower right in the woods.

On the Portsmouth Road.

- Could you find it again? - Of course.

- As a matter of fact... - Yes?

My instructions were that I was to go back there

to pick up my money for this job

at half past three this afternoon.

Oh, here they are. OK, Steve, now don't forget,

you wait for us at the place where we had lunch.

- All right, but watch yourself. - I will.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- Here you are, Sir Graham? - Hello, Temple.

- All set, Bradley? - I've cordoned off

as well as I can, but the woods are very thick, sir.

All right. Go on, Slater. Lead the way.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

There it is, sir.

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- How do we get in? - There's a gate coming up.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ TENSE MUSIC ] After him, quick!

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

This confounded gate's stuck!

Never mind, Sir Graham.

Let's go and have a look at this place.

Bradley and Ross will take care of Slater.

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC - DOOR CREAKING ]

- Look. - What a dump.

Here you are. He's been here recently.

Here. Have a look at this, Sir Graham.

- Part of Slater's instructions. - Yes. See where it's from.

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

What the devil is...?

After him, Temple!

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

Here, Sir Graham. This'll do it.

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ SCREAMING ]

Come on.

What the devil is it?

- He's been electrocuted. - What?

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

No, no. Don't touch that gate. The whole fence is alive.

How are we going to get out?

Leave this to me.

[ GUNSHOTS ]

That's done it. Broken the contact.

Thank you, sir.

[ PEOPLE CHATTERING ]

- Good evening, Sir Felix. - Good evening, my dear.

Any luck tonight?

I'll see what the boss can manage.

Fine. Oh, in the meantime, I'll have a glass of dry sherry, please.

Very good, sir.

Mrs. Temple. This is a pleasant surprise.

Will you join me in a drink?

Oh, thank you, Sir Felix. May I have some sherry too?

Of course. Make it two, please, Gladys.

- Would you care for a cigarette? - Oh, thank you.

- Thank you. - Thank you very much.

Thank you, madam.

Your very good health, Mrs. Temple.

And yours, Sir Felix.

Tell me, what are you doing in this part of the world?

Actually, I'm waiting for my husband.

He must be very busy at the moment.

Hot on the trail of The Marquis.

I'm afraid he can only manage one bottle, sir.

Oh, that's quite all right. Put it all to me, will you?

I will.

Yes, I'm sorry I missed your husband, Mrs. Temple.

I'm afraid I was a little abrupt with him the last time we met.

My only excuse is that I'm apt to be a little sensitive

to anything that smacks of interference.

I quite understand.

Well, I'll say au revoir, then.

But you will give him my regards, won't you?

Of course.

- Goodnight, Gladys. - Goodnight, sir.

- Ever so nice, isn't he? - Charming.

Gosh, I don't want another experience like that.

No. I don't know about you but I could do with a drink.

Where's Steve? Oh, there you are.

Sorry to have kept you waiting, sweet.

As a matter of fact, you're jolly lucky to see us alive.

Why, what's happened?

The Marquis tried to pull a fast one.

- Mrs. Paul Temple? - Yes.

You're wanted on the telephone.

No-one knows I'm here.

- Who is it? - I couldn't say;

- except that it was a gentleman. - Oh, caught you red-handed!

Tell him he'll have to fight a duel with me.

- What weapon? - Oh, water pistols?

[ CHUCKLES ]

What now, Temple? What's the next move?

Have a drink. Two scotch, please!

- Large ones. - GLADYS: Yes, sir.

If Ross could only have hung on to that fellow Slater.

- Mmm. - It'll be the devil's own job

- picking him up again. - Yes.

Bradley said the woods were too thick

to have the place cordoned off properly.

Well, there's one obvious line which must be followed up.

- Greensea House, you mean? - Naturally.

It's only a mile from there to the folly.

- Yes. Yes, that's true. - Your drinks, sir.

Oh, wonderful. Thank you very much.

- Well, good luck, Sir Graham. - Good luck.

Amongst other things you've got to find out,

what was Abdullah doing there,

and where has Sir Felix been all this afternoon?

It's not going to be easy, Sir Graham;

Sir Felix gave me quite clearly to understand

that he wouldn't tolerate interference.

Short of getting a search warrant. Well, woman, confess.

- It was a friend of yours, Paul. - A friend of mine?

- Sir Felix Raybourne. - What?

Sir Felix?

He was in here just before you came in.

He's just rung up and asked if you and I would like to go

- and have a drink after dinner. - What!?

Oh, he's going to a cocktail party so he may be a little late back.

- We're in luck, Sir Graham! - I sincerely hope so.

But you'd better be careful. It might be another trap.

Steve and I are always careful.

Otherwise we wouldn't be with you now.

[ GIGGLES ]

[ BELLS TOLLING ]

- No music this time. - No, that was Abdullah.

[ KNOCKING AT DOOR ]

[ BELLS TOLLING IN DISTANCE ]

Perhaps Sir Felix isn't back yet.

[ KNOCKING AT DOOR ]

Well, that's funny. It's open.

- Come on. - Paul, we can't!

Why not? He's expecting us. Perhaps he left it open.

TEMPLE: [ YELLING ] Anyone at home?

- Paul? - Mm?

- [ TAPPING IN DISTANCE ] - That tapping noise.

I don't know.

[ TAPPING IN DISTANCE ]

TEMPLE: Coming from there, I think. Come on.

Paul. Something touched me. What was it?

[ MUSIC STRIKES - SHE GASPS ]

Don't move, Steve!

Keep absolutely still.

[ GUNSHOT ]

[ GUNSHOT ]

- You all right, Steve? - Bit shaken, Paul.

- Let's get out of here. - Yes, of course.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- Paul? - Coming!

- That tapping started again. - Hmm?

[ TAPPING ] Just a minute.

[ TAPPING - TENSE MUSIC ]

[ SHE GASPS ]

Derek Slater.

- It really was a terrible shock. - Yes, of course.

But I've always warned your husband

- that Sir Felix was The Marquis. - I know you have.

Well, I expect this will settle matters

and Sir Graham will have him arrested.

I suppose so. Although, in spite of there being

something rather creepy about Sir Felix,

up till now I've never really felt he was a murderer.

But surely it's pretty obvious what happened.

First, Slater had to deal with me,

then dispose of your husband and Sir Graham at the folly.

Well, having made a mess of things twice,

he clearly had it coming to him.

But what was Abdullah doing in the folly?

I imagine the idea was to put the wind up your husband

and Sir Graham, drive them onto the electrified fence.

Unfortunately for him, it was he who lost his nerve.

I expect you're right.

Oh, I wonder what on earth's happened to Paul.

I should like to see him. Did he say when he'd be back?

Oh, he crept out rather early this morning, before I woke up.

I imagine he's with Sir Graham. [ DOORBELL RINGS ]

Oh, I'll have to answer it. Sakki's out too.

- Hello, Sir Graham. - Oh, there you are, Steve.

That husband of yours rang up and asked me to come round here.

Oh?

Oh, hello, Storey. How's the arm?

Getting along fine, thanks, Sir Graham.

- Isn't Paul here? - I thought he was with you.

Probably coping with Sir Felix.

Oh, there's a warrant out for his arrest.

Really?

Yes, I suspect to hear he's been picked up at any moment.

Oh, hello, Storey. Sorry I'm late, Sir Graham.

- Have you seen the news? - What news?

Here. Stop press.

"Sir Felix Raybourne, a famous archaeologist,

was found dead in his bed early this morning..."

Dead?

"in the Hotel Bizet off the Champs Élysées, Paris."

In Paris?!

"Sir Felix had only arrived a few hours previously

by the night plane from London."

Then Slater must have been killed after Sir Felix left me.

- Exactly. - That's right.

And knowing you and your husband were due to arrive at any moment,

he must have decided to make a bolt for it.

Well, Storey, it looks as if you've been right all along;

this is the finish of the Marquis case.

What did I tell you? I knew it. I've always known it.

- Excuse, please? - Yes, Sakki? What's up?

Ship from Alexandria arrive East India Dock this morning tide.

- Oh, it did? - Shipment company say

all things will be at Bombay Warehouse Wharf at 7 tonight.

Thank you, Sakki. That's exactly what I wanted to know.

- What's all that about? - Well, it's rather ironic.

Apparently, all Sir Felix's treasured trophies

from his recent excavations in Sinai

have turned up in London on the very day he's committed suicide.

And now he's dead we shall never know

whether he did make any tremendous discovery

or whether it was just a cover for his activities as The Marquis.

Well, goodbye, Mrs. Temple. A thousand thanks for your kindness.

- Goodbye, Sir Graham. - Goodbye.

Oh, and tell Ross and Bradley I'm sorry to have been

such an infernal nuisance. Anyway they're rid of me now.

[ LAUGHING ] They'll be delighted.

- I'll see you out. - Thank you.

I think he's very relieved.

He feels that Alice Mapleton is in a way avenged.

Oh, the boy is all right.

He just annoyed my people by always constantly butting in.

Just like Paul and I do, Sir Graham?

No, no, no, you're different.

Well, well. Now, Sir Graham, let's get down to business.

Business? What business?

I hope you haven't got a date for tonight.

- No! - Good.

Then let's meet at the Bombay Warehouse at eight o'clock.

- What on earth for? - To meet The Marquis.

But Sir Felix is dead!

Ah. Supposing Sir Felix wasn't The Marquis.

Oh, I'm beginning to see.

And all along I instinctively doubted that he was a murderer.

Well, if Sir Felix isn't The Marquis, then who on earth is?

- I know! Ross. - Inspector Ross?!

I never did trust that man the moment I set eyes on him.

See, Sir Graham, there could be other suspects.

But he's a Scotland Yard inspector, one of my own men!

That doesn't put him out of the running, Sir Graham.

If you start to work it out, there's quite a case against him.

Who knew that you were cabling Paul in New York

about Rita Cartwright? Ross!

Who did we find bending over Sammy Wren

after he'd been shot? Ross!

And who let that man Slater escape

and nearly got Paul and you electrocuted? Ross again.

But, good Lord, Ross has been in the closest contact with me

since this case started.

Exactly. He knew every move you made.

Surely, Temple, you can't agree with this fantastic theory?

I'm not interested in theories, Sir Graham, only facts.

And here's the main one.

By this evening, in the Bombay Warehouse,

will be that secret something

which has been the basic cause of all the Marquis murders.

And I believe The Marquis himself will turn up to try to get it.

And that's why I'm counting on your coming this evening.

Well, Sir Graham?

Very well, but I'm quite convinced

it'll merely be the waste of an evening.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- TEMPLE: Everything OK? - GRAHAM: Yes.

TEMPLE: Good.

GRAHAM: Bradley's getting his men into position.

- TEMPLE: Uh-huh. - Let me give you a hand.

Thank you, Sir Graham.

- GRAHAM: Seen anything? - No, I think he'll come by land.

- Sakki, wait here for us, will you? - Yes, Mr. Temple.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

Ah. There's Felix, sir.

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

Your men all in position, Bradley?

Back and front, so no-one can get in or out.

We want our visitors let in, but we don't want them to get out.

That door we used will be watched all right.

Don't forget the gantry, and the way to the fire escape.

Pretty dark to see anyone up there.

It's down here we want to see, Sir Graham.

Hand me that big torch, will you?

- Here you are. - Thanks.

Good.

Now, let's see where we can put this.

Ah, this will do, I think.

That's it. All right, Steve, as soon as I yell out,

it'll be your job to switch this on.

STEVE: [ WHISPERING ] OK, Paul. Oh, it's after eight.

GRAHAM: Let's get in position.

Around here, quietly. Sir Graham.

GRAHAM: Yes, that's fine.

STEVE: By the way, where's Inspector Ross?

GRAHAM: He reported sick last night.

STEVE: Did he?

So he doesn't know about tonight?

GRAHAM: No.

STEVE: I wonder if he...? [ THUD ]

GRAHAM: Shh. Just a minute.

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ RATCHET SOUND ]

[ MAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE ]

- It's Sir Felix Raybourne! - Come on!

Switch on, Steve!

The paper reported you were dead.

- Far from it. - I arranged that, Sir Graham.

I wanted to be quite sure that The Marquis would be here tonight.

- That's your man, Bradley. - No, wait a minute.

- You're arresting the wrong man! - Wrong man?

Yes, that's The Marquis.

STEVE: Mr. Storey, The Marquis?

- Temple, have you gone mad? - TEMPLE: Let me explain.

During his recent excavations,

Sir Felix discovered an ancient papyrus.

It referred to a vial

which contains the antidote to all narcotic drugs.

FELIX: That is correct.

Sir Felix realised that the discovery in this antidote

might mean the end of the international drug trade.

FELIX: Exactly.

He decided to hide the vial in this mummy case,

ship it back to England the ordinary way,

and bring back by air only the papyrus.

How do you know all this, Temple?

When I shot at Sir Felix's snake,

I loosened a stone, and under it found the papyrus.

A hiding place which defied all this man's efforts to find it.

Yes, Sir Graham, Storey is a professional blackmailer.

What absolute nonsense!

He realised that if he could get hold of the antidote,

he could blackmail the drug traffic to his heart's content.

But what about Harwood, the first victim?

How does he come into it?

Storey discovered I had shown the papyrus to Mervin,

an old friend and colleague.

And after that, I suppose, I killed my own fiancée

because she discovered I deal with Harwood.

- Exactly. - Rubbish!

What evidence have you got?

The missing toggle from your duffle coat.

It was wrenched off as you carried

the body of Rita Cartwright from this very building!

It was picked up by Roddy Carson.

Hardly sufficient evidence to hang a cat on.

Oh, I have plenty more.

What about your broken collarbone story?

Where's your sling tonight?

The accident with Slater was a fake.

Rot!

And you lied about chasing that lorry driver

who nearly got Steve and me.

No wonder you never found him. He was driving that lorry!

Stand still, all of you, or Mrs. Temple gets it!

- Put that gun down. - Oh, no, Temple.

This gun and Mrs. Temple are going to get me clear.

Now, start walking, backwards.

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

Stay where you are, Temple!

Take one step and your wife gets a bullet in the back!

Now, come on, you. Get moving.

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ TENSE MUSIC - FIRE CRACKLING ]

- You get out of here, Sir Graham! - What are you doing, Temple?

[ TENSE MUSIC - FIRE CRACKLING ]

GRAHAM: Bradley, gets these gates open.

I'm telephoning through to the brigade.

[ TENSE MUSIC - FIRE BELL RINGING ]

[ FIRE BELL RINGING ]

[ TENSE MUSIC - FIRE BELL RINGING ]

Look! On the roof.

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

This is where you and I part company, Mrs. Temple.

TEMPLE: Oh, no, you don't! Get out of here, Steve!

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ SCREAMING ]

Can I get you something, Mrs. Temple?

- No, thank you. - Are you quite sure?

- Quite sure. - Are you all right, Temple?

Yes, I'm all right. How about you, Steve?

- All right. No bones broken. - Oh, well done.

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

TEMPLE: Well, goodnight, Sir Graham.

That really is the end of the Marquis case.

GRAHAM: Very nearly the end of Paul and Steve Temple, too.

Oh, we're all right. Ready and waiting for the next time.

All right, shove off, Sakki.

- Goodnight, Sir Graham. - Goodnight.

Are you all right, Mrs. Temple, please?

A hot drink and bed. That's your programme, Steve.

- Hot drink all ready, please. - Hmm?

- You're wonderful, Sakki. - Oh, well done, Sakki.

Just what the doctor ordered.

[ SIGHS ] Oh. What on earth is it?

Burmese coffee, extra strong, like my mother make in Rangoon!

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]