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Hallelujah.

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Heat. Heat.

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Oh, it's you, Mom. Yes, it's me, Jenny.

And I'm sick to the skin. Been standing

on that doorstep for hours. Didn't you

hear the bell? Oh, yes, Mom. Well, oh,

he was in my room. It's hardly an

excuse, Jenny.

Is it your first post? I'm prepared to

make allowances. But if you wish to

continue in service, you're trembling,

child. What's the matter? Nothing, Mom.

It must be something. You're shaking

like a leaf. Is it the thunder? Yes,

Mom. The thunder. Oh, then you must

learn to control your fears. Is the

master in his study? I think so. Will he

were with the gentleman? Sir Jervis

Wellworth. But I don't know if he's That

could be all, Jenny. Smart. And don't

put those things away while they're

still wet. No,

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mom. Now listen, Jenny, I want you. I

lost you. Jimmy,

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. Now, do you know

where Dr. Buller lives? Tell him to come

here immediately. And after that, fetch

a constable. The hurry child.

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It's moving north over St. Orbins. I

shouldn't wonder. Still, we paid lightly

for the hospital. May I ask, Sergeant,

when you intend to have the body

removed? And we've done what has to be

done, doctor. Why? You must appreciate

how distressing it is for Mrs. Manley

just to leave it lying there. Oh, on the

whole, I think she's taken the situation

quite well. And what conclusions have

you reached, doctor? Death was caused by

a blow on the head, which is apparent

from the bruising and the candlestick by

the side of the body. Obviously, Mrs.

Manley disturbed the burger at his work.

Not that I'm trying to teach you your

job, sir. I don't apologize, doctor.

Detective department always appreciates

well-ment advice. Thank you, doctor. I

think that's all. Oh, on your way out,

you might ask Mrs. Manley to have

another word with me, please. Mrs.

Manley has had enough questions for one

night, and I've given her a sentence.

Yes. Very wise, sir. Very wise. But I

shan keep her long. I really must

protest it the way you fellows behave. I

refuse to let Mrs. Manley answer any

more questions. Quite all right, doctor.

I'm only too glad to help the sergeant

in any way I can. Thank you, ma'am.

Would you care to be seated, ma'am?

Uh, just one or two points I'm not quite

clear about. He made Jenny say that your

husband had a visitor early this

evening, Sir Jervis Walworth. Any idea

why he came to see your husband, ma'am?

I'm afraid not. But Sir Jervis always

took a great interest in my husband's

political career. Being a cabinet

minister, he has great influence. Of

course, he was largely responsible for

my husband becoming a member of

parliament. I see. So, he was um a

frequent visitor. Oh, yes. They were

close friends. So, we can take that Sir

Jervis was the last person to see your

husband alive. Yes, it would seem so.

Apart from the murderer. Yes. Yes, of

course. Apart from the murderer who was

a tall man, thick set, wearing a reefer

jacket. You don't remember anything more

about him? No, I only caught a glimpse

of him. He just looked like any rough

working man.

There was nothing I could do to stop

him. No, you don't have a butler, man.

Not at the moment, Mr. Man who dismissed

the last one. Something to do with the

wine celler. I see. So, with the cook

having the night off, Jenny was the only

person on duty. You see, there's no sign

of forcible entry. I'm wondering who let

the man in. Well, it wouldn't be Jenny.

She could hardly open the door for me. I

had to ring the bell for nearly 5

minutes. The foolish girl was hiding in

her room. She's terrified of thunder.

Oh, will there be anything else,

Sergeant? Dr. Buller gave me a Thank

you, Mrs. Manley. I shall detain you any

longer.

Good night, sir. Good night, ma'am. Good

night, doctor. Thank you. Good night,

Mrs. Manley. I'll call around to see you

the first thing in the

morning. Can't you learn to control your

subordinates? It's disgusting,

disgraceful, and disgusting. What has

Detective Merrick been up to now, sir?

He's in the room there with a sketch pad

making a drawing of the body. Well, that

is standard procedure, sir. Mr. Man, the

deceased was distinguished member of

Parliament and a close personal friend.

I rarely must remmonstrate against the

unseeming and undignified way in which

murder is undignified. The dead don't

care. You should know that. How deceased

does your profession carve up in the

course of one year's anatomy lectures?

Poppers and beggars. It's not the same

thing. We are seeking knowledge. And I

am seeking knowledge, too, sir. I want

to find out who killed Gerald Manley.

I found this behind the desk. It's a

codec. I think one of the best. I

wondered Mr. Manley's hobby. Yes, he was

a photography enthusiast. You may have

seen some of his work upstairs. There's

a dark room there. Yes. Yes, I did very

nicely at work, too. Well, thank you,

doctor. For your help, I think we can

manage on our own now. I beg to doubt

it.

Well, I was going to What you going to

suggest, Dad? That we took a picture of

the body, but that would really set our

medical friend off, wouldn't it? Well,

you're always saying the department

should use official photographs.

Everything's here. Pyod, magnesium. Yes.

Don't blush that. I've got other ideas

for you and I think you're going to have

a nice night for it, too. What sort of

things? Yes, the storm's coming back. I

um What sort of things do you have in

mind, sir? I want you to make a tour of

the cabman shelters tonight. Tonight?

The last counter about 40, but uh any

luck only be about 20 or 30. I want to

find out any cabman who picked up a fair

around here at the time of the murder.

Don't wish it mad. The exercise will do

you good. Well, I thought perhaps I

might check the convict's register

first. I mean, if we could I know it's

nice and dry in the records of it, so I

think you'll make no progress there.

You're assuming that the man was a

burglar who was disturbed, huh? Wasn't

it? I don't know. Tell you something,

lad. I've met burglars who climb through

windows, some who crawl through

gradings, one who uh tunnled under the

basement. It's very rare to find one who

walks into the front door. I think

therefore we can assume that the man

we're looking for is a man without a

record. Yes, I suppose you're right. I

did wonder about. So, it's the cabman

shelters for you. Drop a rain never hurt

anyone, lad. It's coming down in the

bucket. Yes. Well, I suppose it's all in

the course of duty.

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Will the other gentleman belong? Sir, I

shouldn't think so. Why? Well, the

mistress had always be sure to lock up

after you'd all gone. Not that I fancy

being locked up with that.

When will they be taking him away, sir?

Well, tomorrow, I expect. In the

meantime, we'll have a constable on duty

inside the house.

Oh, what a storm. It's coming down in

buckets. At least the rain season and

the thunder. Nothing to worry about. No.

Good night. Good night, sir.

Peter, I cannot approve of your actions,

Cork. regular most. Ah, probably right,

sir. But this is a very good photograph,

isn't it? Excellent. But that's not the

point. You use that camera without

proper authority. Lost my eyebrows in

the process. That magnesium takes some

handling. If we only still had an

official photography. You know perfectly

well that economist had to be affected.

And please don't evade the issue,

Sergeant. We must be most careful to

observe all the rules and regulations

which govern police procedure.

Inspector, no one's going to ask

questions in the Houses of Parliament

because I borrowed a camera. But they

will do if we don't find the murderer.

Circumstances are exceptional, admit.

The victim, a man of high standing.

Nevertheless, I must emphasize the need

for care, for discipline. I suppose we

should tear up the photographs. No, no,

no. Don't do that. Since you have it, it

may be useful.

You are checking the known criminals, of

course, the professional baglers. You

still think it was a burger? Now, isn't

it obvious? Oh, yes, I know. Of course,

the windows were not forced. But it

would not be the first time, Cork, that

a certain girl has let in a poliver.

That's the line you should be pursuing.

Cork. Take it from

me. Found the cabbage. Mr. Snell. Where

is he? Mr. Snell.

Thank you. He remembers being hired near

the manly house. And the passenger

sounds like I much obliged to you, Mr.

Snail. Will you sit down, please? No, I

won't, cuz I'm not staying long.

Here. You told me I could see me cab

from here. I can't see nothing. Here.

Come and have a look for yourself. Look,

you can't see nothing at all. Your cab

is parked outside police headquarters. I

think you can take it from me that

nothing's going to happen to it. Now,

please sit down, will you? Well, it's

not me. It's yours. I don't tie her up.

She gets notions and wanders on. There's

nothing to tie her up. No, no, no.

Shanky Dulong. Well, you better not. You

know, this is costing me money sitting

here and when I ought to be out flying

for our It isn't easy to earn a crust

these days, you know. No, no. How much

would you normally earn in a 5minute

journey?

Couple of bob. It's a matter of give him

a fling. Will you put it down to

expenses?

It's not counting the tip, you know. Uh

Mr. Snell, you picked up a fair near the

Regions Park area uh last night. That's

right. He was a tall man, fairly thick

set, wearing a reefer jacket. That's a

covenar he was. He kept looking back

over his shoulder. I wondered about him.

Now, he didn't seem to be the sort of a

bloke what would take a cab. Yes, I

wondered about him. I mean, it was very,

very odd. I wondered what he was doing

out that night because there wasn't much

business on the count of that storm. No.

Where'd you take him? Oh, it was a nasty

storm. Nasty storm? Oh, a very, very,

very nasty storm. Yeah. Do you know I

got a leak in my roof? Well, I mean, it

doesn't matter ordinarily, you know. But

last night it soaked an elderly party I

was taking to Tilman. Uh, the man in the

reefer jacket, Mrs. Snap, where did he

want to go? Oh, yes. Now, yes, I

remember that particular. It was

whopping. Huh? Yes, I remember it

particular because it's a long way and I

wondered if I'd get my fair at the end

of it. Oh, no, no, no. He did not look

to be the sort of a bloke wanted to take

a cab. Not from region spot to wing

anyway. And if enough miss Yes.

Whereabouts in whopping? Uh, beaches

lodgings. At least that's where I

dropped him off. Governor, he paid me

fair. It's a sort of tenement. He didn't

see where he went. Bloody hell, could I?

There's 25, 30 families living there. I

can't be expected to see everything, can

I? Would you recognize this gentleman if

you saw him again? Now, I'll never look

at faces. Well, you get out of the abbit

of it. You know, when you spend your

life staring at a horse's backside. Yes.

Well, thank you, Mr. L. Much obliged.

I'm sure you'll want to go and have a

look at your horse, won't you? Now, yes.

Well, as I was telling our young friend

here, of course, that horse is my means

of life. And of course, if I don't tie

her up, then she starts wandering on.

It's very diff. She's very, very

temperament. Thank you, Mr.

Yeah. Well, we seem to have got

something. Well, I got something at any

rate I didn't ask for. Yes. What you

really want to do is to get to be with a

nice hot toddy, isn't it? Oh, thank you.

I hoped you might say that. Not exactly

feeling in bit condition. No, it's a

pity you can't go there because you are

going to lodging. Thank you very much. I

didn't think I have much sympathy. We're

going together. I know. I'll come along

later. So, it's you for whopping and me

for nightbridgeidge. I'll take the high

life and the low life. That's right.

Fine, man.

What a craft

you manly. What can I say about Gerald

Manley? That he was a man carved out by

destiny for a brilliant career in

politics and he was the soul of

gentleness, the essence of integrity and

the truest friend a man could have. Yes,

all of these but still much is unzed.

Manley was a paragon. I can understand

your sense of loss, sir. Jervis. Oh, the

personal grief I can bear, but the loss

to her majesty's

government. In these changing times when

the very fundamentals of our society are

being threatened, the loss of such a man

is tragic. Tragic. Would you mind

telling me why you went to see Mr.

Madden last night, sir? Um, on matters

of policy, Cork, I hardly think them

relevant to your inquiries. Can I be the

best judge of that, sir? After all, this

is a murder investigation.

Very well, then. But I shall expect it

to go no further.

A junior ministerial post was in the

offing, but suited Manly admirably, and

I'm not without influence. I gather you

took Mr. Manley um under your wing, so

to speak. I was the first to recognize

his qualities. I flatter myself that I

recognizability in a man, you know. Oh,

yes. The Tanner on our strike. So, with

Mr. Manley up for such a high position,

is it possible that political jealousy

could have been a motive? Someone

jealous of his success? He was a man

without enemies. Cork, I haven't

dismissed the possibility that he was

killed by a friend, sir.

If you want to find the murderer, look

to the west. To the west, sir. When

England is in peril, look to Ireland.

No, I don't think the Fenians were

responsible for this. Otherwise, we

should have known. I have estates in

Ireland, Cork, and I've studied these

people at close quarters. You can never

tell how their minds are working. I

resent all lawful authority. Yes, I've

heard that, sir. What time did you leave

Mr. Manley's house? At 8:00 precisely.

It would be a good half an hour before

Mrs. Manley returned. Did the maid let

you out?

No. Um, I don't know where she was. I

left myself out. Well, I have a speech

to prepare. Are there any further

questions? Only one, sir. Was Manly

alive when you left him?

I beg your pardon. I'm sorry, but I have

to ask. Of course he was. Thank you,

sir. I think that's everything.

Good day, sir. Good day.

Go on. Push off, you rocking ha. I will.

Will you tell me what I want to know?

I'm not going to jack out.

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I'm Detective Marriott. I'd like to ask

you a few questions. Oh, would you now?

Well, then let's see if you get any

answers. Well, last night, probably

about 10:00, um, a handsome cab dropped

a passenger near here. Oh, well, we get

a lot of them around here. It's all the

knobs that live in this place, you see.

Well, the passenger may have been

wearing a reefer jacket. Ah, not reapfer

jackets. Ice silk chimney pots. That's

what we go in for. You see, they won't

let us into the cafe royal unless we get

dressed proper. Listen, I'm a police

officer making up your inquire. Now

look, you take your and away, chimps, or

I chuck you out of the window. Daddy,

don't hurt him. M lad, don't hurt him.

Be careful. Well, they got the height

and the weight. All right. I still

wouldn't fancy your chances against half

a dozen peelers. Well, what's he coming

round for asking dar questions? Handsome

cabs. We've already got enough money for

shoe leafer. Three months I've been out

of work, a few months. Did you see a

man, a reefer jacket, get out of a

handsome cab here last night?

No, that's all I wanted to know. Thank

you.

Sorry, lad. Lucky I came. Save from

getting hid in your life. Don't you know

that in the temper division they used to

run double police patrols in this

district? Why did they stop? Because it

meant two policemen getting beaten up

instead of one.

Well, have you uh found anything here?

No, nothing. All I get is abuse and

insult. And the women are worse than the

men. The surroundings don't make for

gentility, do they? Have you uh you

tried this one?

Uh we are a former police mom, Sergeant

Cork, Detective Merit. We think you

might be able to help us. Please. Oh,

well, perhaps you better come inside,

James. Thank you.

Would you like to sit down? I know. We

won't stay more than the men to do. I'm

trying to place a man. You seem to

arrive here last night in a handsome

cab. He He was wearing a Reaper jacket

last night. Yes, I was in last night.

Generally, I'm out during the day doing

a bit of scrubbing, but I was in last

night. Be about 10:00. Oh, I'd be in bed

by that time, sir. I have no reason to

stay up, and it saves the lamp oil.

Yeah. Oh, that'll be the cat. When he

sees a rat, he goes wild. I just go and

see what he's knocked over.

Well, what your eyes tell you, lad. The

lady. Oh, she's from the country, the

West Country. I'd say she's a decent

woman trying to live a decent life in

this godforsaken. Anything else? No. No,

that I wouldn't expect to find a thing

like that in a place like this. Unless,

of course, her husband was a seafaring

man. Four marks, lad. Four marks. And

she has a jolly attractive daughter.

Yes. Very. Ah, yes. I thought you'd

notice that. Look, how many more have we

to go to him? Have we? How many more

places? Oh, about uh six more families

on the next two flights.

He'd up a jar of pickles all over the

floor they were. That's cats. They're

still there company for you, aren't

they? And you don't know of anyone who

fits this description. A neighbor,

perhaps? say as I do. Uh perhaps your

husband, sir. Oh, I think good day. Good

day, man. It's all right then.

Tom, why are they looking for you? They

got on to me darn quick. Mark, go to the

corner and get me a paper. But why, Tom?

What have you done? Something that

needed doing. But Tom, I don't know

what. Tom, Tom, can you help me? Don't

argue. Please get me a paper. You want a

paper, Tom? I want one. Get one for

me.

Morning. Well, they started following

the brutal slaying of Gerald Manley MP,

questions were asked in the house as to

what steps the police were taking. This

one's having his dinner. Request that

pair marriage a bit on the juicy side to

me. Thanks. You must admit we're not

making much progress. There are far too

many possibilities. Inspector Bird

thinks he's a burglar. Sir Jervis

Warworth thinks he's a Fenian. And what

decide court? I prefer to give an open

mind, especially in view of the

postmortem report. Why does it tell us

anything we didn't know? Certainly does.

Manley wasn't killed by a blow in the

head. He was suffocated. What? Yeah,

take all that. Death was due to

fixiation. Another thing, have a look at

this in here. See that? That was caught

up in Manley's beard. Now, what does

that suggest you? It's a cotton thread.

Problem? Silk? Why the intruder must

have knocked Manly unconscious and then

suffocated him? Probably with a cushion.

Ah, as it would appear, but something's

not quite right in this case. How did

the man get in? He didn't force and end

himself. Must have let him in. Perhaps

Jenny the maid's mix. According to Mrs.

Manley, she was hiding her room, afraid

of the thunderstorm. She let me out. It

she she was frightened. It was It was

thundering like a regiment of artillery.

Huh? I think was that picture? The

photograph I took in Manny's room.

Notice anything? No, I can't say I do.

I'll explain to you in the cab. Where

are we going? Back to Wy. No, no.

They've got half the police forth down

there. Don't need us. I've got other

ideas. Come on, man. Come on.

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Superb. The finest among

your late husband's taste in wines, as

in everything else, was greatly to be

admired.

You heard from the prime minister. I

believe he was kind enough to convey his

sympathies by special messenger. A

charming letter I have it in my room if

you could care to see it. No, no, no,

no. I'm quite sure it expresses what we

all feel. I was wondering actually if I

could assist in any way with the

arrangements. How kind of you. But I

thought of a very quiet ceremony with

only a few relatives and friends. I know

how you feel, Mrs. Manley. But as your

husband gave his life fighting his

country's enemies. No, take it from me.

The Shinfane was responsible. Oh, not

too much, Jenny. The room is a little

warm as it is. Yes, ma'am. Uh, on second

thoughts, Mrs. Manley, I wonder if I

might see the prime minister's letter.

Oh, yes, of course. Excuse me. Thank

you. Jenny, come

here. Come here, girl. I'm not going to

hurt you,

sir. There's a guinea for you. Wait. I

don't want it, sir. Take

it. No. I want to talk to

you about the other night and you are to

say nothing. Do you hear a girl?

Excuse me,

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Tenny. Morning. Your Mr. at home? Yes,

sir. If you just wait here, I'll tell

you. There you go. Is it Jimmy? Oh, good

morning, Sergeant. I believe you have

the key to my husband's studies. Oh,

yes. I locked it the other night. I

hadn't finished my inquiries. I didn't

want anything disturbed. I hope it

hasn't inconvenienced you, Mom. I'm

afraid it has. Sir J Worth left some

papers with my husband. He's called

round to collect them and he can't get

in. Oh, I'm so sorry. Um, open up, will

you, Mary?

Ah, Sergeant, I want a word with you.

Yes, sir. You have no right to hang on

to those keys. I've been denied access

to some very important documents. I

needed them urgently. I am very sorry.

Well, it's not good enough. And I've

been seriously inconvenient. Well,

murder is a very inconvenient crime,

Servis. It disturbs everyone's routine.

Well, I can get my documents now, I

suppose. And how about this murder? Are

you making progress? I think you can say

that we are, sir.

Well, no sign of it, son. No, I thought

about uh you said you want some papers,

huh? Yes. I imagine they must be in one

of the desk drawers over here. Can I

help you, sir?

You among these, sir? Uh, yes. I think

these are they. I'll just check up that

everything's

here. Very good, sir. Take a look. M.

Very nice. And Pete, I don't know very

much about photography, though. Very

pretty. That one is very good at the

Crystal Palace, isn't it?

Sergeant. Oh, it's the same one.

I don't suppose you'd recognize this

young lady, sir?

No, I'm afraid not. No, I've never seen

her before. Pretty little thing. Uh, did

Mr. Manley know her, sir? I should

hardly think so. Well, I seem to have

everything I need. I leave you to your

investigations. Good day to you.

He was in a hurry. He's far too busy

running the rest of the country to worry

about the likes of us. Let's have a look

through these drawers, shall we? L. Yes,

do. Well, this one appears to be locked.

There's no sign of a key. No. Fasten to

his watch, Jen. I shouldn't

wonder. Show me how to do that sometime.

Wouldn't like to lead you into

temptation,

lad. Now, what have we got?

Hey,

Marion. Take a look at

these. Those are pretty

disgusting. Don't mind a bit of honest

sex, but those not turn your stomach.

They're sickening. Well, pornography

usually is, and Manley was an

enthusiast. His mind must have been

twisted. Tell you something, lad. If you

took a look at some of the welltopped

libraries of some of our so-called

English gentlemen, you get a surprise.

There's lots of stuff between those

Morocco bindings, which isn't exactly

literature. Well, the girls, why do they

allow it? Some of them get greedy for

money, others too frightened, too

ignorant to uh ask for assistance and

protection. Well, if this got out, what

a scandal. Can you Can you see the

headlines in the Palm Gazette? Yes. You

better keep hold of these. Put them out

of sight, I should think. Come in.

Ah, Jenny, isn't it? Yes, sir. Uh,

Jenny, I um want to ask you a few

questions. Now, don't don't get

worried. Jenny, how would you like

working for Mrs. Manley? Oh, the

mistresses are tough. A real lady.

Strict, mind you. But you got to expect

that. I'm getting old six pounds a year,

and that's without references. Well,

this is my first position. Yeah. Pretty

good for a girl of your age, isn't it?

Uh, where are your parents, Jenny? Well,

my mom had a job in a match factory, but

she caught some disease off the stuff

they use, and she died. Oh, I'm sorry.

Your father? Um, well, he went off with

him. Oh, I see. So, you're more or less

on your own, aren't you? Tell me, Jenny.

Um, did you let the man in? What

man? You mean the one that died Mr.

Manley? Oh, no, sir. Honest. I swear I

mean mother's grave. I was in my room

when he came. Now, how do you know when

that was? Well, he he he rang the bell.

I I heard him. Why didn't you say so

before?

Who did let him in? It must have been

Mr. Manley. Well, he was the only one

here beside me. And why didn't you

answer the bell?

Because Well,

I I thought it were the other

one,

Jervis. I I thought it were him. And why

didn't you uh want to open the door to

Sir Jervis?

Come along, Jenny. Why didn't you want

to open the door to Sir Jervis?

Because well,

I don't know. I I've got nothing to say.

No, Jenny. Jenny, no. No. Don't Don't

Don't come here. Don't be frightening,

girl. Don't be frightened. Come here.

Sit down. Come here. That's

it. Now, look here,

Jenny. I want you to tell me the whole

story. It doesn't matter who is

concerned. Now don't be afraid to tell

me. I want the whole truth and that is

all. Now

it would it was just after he'd arrived.

We were in the study with the master and

they got me

in. They had this camera. I don't want

to j look. They wanted to take

photographs of you, didn't they? Now

what did you do? Well, at first it was

just an ordinary photo and then

they they asked me to I run away. They

were horrible and dragged in such a

pity. He grabbed over me. I scratched

and kicked off. I got away. Yes. And

then you locked yourself in your room.

Yes, sir. I I couldn't say anything to

the mistress because of what happened.

You won't, sir, will you? No. No, I

don't think I will. I think you better

go and wash your face, otherwise the

miss will see you've been crying. Now

run along. Yes, sir. I will, sir.

Y. Yes, sir. You're lying, aren't you?

It's all a pack of lies, isn't it? No.

You've made up the whole filthy story,

haven't you? No. No. I swear it's true.

You see the government. All right. All

right. Look, I believe you. I just

wanted to make sure that's all, Jenny.

Yes. Good girl.

It's like lifting up a flat stone, isn't

it? At least we know now how the man got

in. If you ask me, manly deserve what he

got. We're not here to judge his morals,

lad. We're here to find his murderer.

I'm sailing on the tide, ma. Bangkok and

the Far East. I have to go aboard

tonight. But you've only been home a few

days. When will you be coming back? I

won't. I can't come back ever. Mom,

whatever. To do with those policemen,

ain't it? Tom, what did you do? It's

better you shouldn't know. Mom, you've

got to tell me. I'll never get another

night's sleep. How do you expect me to

rest if I don't know? Ma, I I've killed

a man.

Tom, what are you talking about? Listen,

what are you saying? Ma, I had a letter

from Sally. Sally? She wrote me. You

better read it.

You won't like it, Inspector. He won't

like it a little bit. Oh, I don't know.

I think Cork can appreciate the

situation.

You want to see me, son? Uh, yes. Come

in, Cork. It's about the manly murder.

Oh, making sound progress, sir. We've

paid up a number of points, and when

Detective Matt returns from whopping, I

think I should be able to give you

something definite. I'm afraid you

won't. Huh? You're coming off the case.

Oh, it's by no means a reflection on

your abilities, Cork. Oh, no. Well, it's

felt in uh certain quarters that a more

senior officer should be in charge of

such an important investigation. I

should be taking over with Inspector

Bird to help me. Afraid I don't quite

understand, sir. You see, this isn't

just an ordinary murder cork. Mr. Manley

was a prominent man. We have reason to

believe there was a political motive

behind it. It's all very delicate. What

the Fenians? I can assure the Irish were

not responsible for this. There's no

political motive behind Manley's death,

sir. That may be your opinion, Sergeant,

but the instructions come from very high

authority. So that's the way it has to

be. What were you doing before this

business came up? I was chasing those

river pirates who were raiding the

barges by seven dials, sir. Well, that

sounds important enough. I suggest you

get back to it immediately. An important

trading country like ours can't afford

to have the rat snibbling at its

archeries. That's all, Sergeant. Thank

you, sir.

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May I come in? Huh?

I'd like to ask you a few questions

about your daughter,

Sally. She's at peace. Let her rest

quiet. I'm sorry. I didn't know. She

found her comfort in the river over a

month ago. What kind of creation is it

when a young girl is driven to that?

Well, do you know why she took her own

life? I don't know. She's the only one

who knows the answer. She won't speak no

more. When they took me down to identify

her poor body, that was the first time

I'd seen her in over a year. Where'd she

been during that time? We would find out

eventually. She went in a service on her

15th birthday, sir. And she'd written

regular, sending me a bit of money now

and then. Sometimes when she did a York,

she'd come down to see me. But there

weren't many of them. Mostly she'd just

write.

Once she sent me a photograph, a

gentleman took it, she said. Well, her

employers, the house where she worked,

it was in Regent's Park. No, sir. It was

overnight. You sure? Yes, I went there

once. All white and lovely it was. I

went there to look for her after she'd

she'd stopped writing. The housekeeper

said she'd been gone 6 weeks. And you

never saw her again? Yes. On a cold slab

with the water of weed still in her

hair. Well, the people she worked for

may be able to cast some light on that

matter. No, sir. Nobody knew where she'd

gone. And that's what they told me. But

there may be some small detail they

remember. Now, what's the address? I

can't recall exactly.

Very well. I'll try somewhere else. That

won't do you no good. The gentleman who

owns it is someone I have to do with the

government. Sir Jervis Walworth.

Superintendent Nelson's office on your

way out. I want to get it first thing in

the morning. Not going out? Oh, yes, you

are. I'm expecting a very important

visitor. For the sake of your future in

this department, I advise you not to be

here when he arrives. What's in the

envelope? Conscience, self-respect, and

report of my findings so far. I'm

carrying on with my investigations with

or without the blessings of the powers

at be as one of those powers seem to be

Sir Jervis Warworth. But I don't want

you to get involved in this. I'd rather

make my own mind up about that.

Who is this you're expecting? Mr.

William Thomas Steed. Stead? Yeah.

Thought that would surprise you. Well,

his articles is in the parlazette. I

mean, he's not exactly popular in in

some quarters. Yeah, I know. At least

he's got the power of his convictions.

He went to prison for his belief, didn't

he? I call in this afternoon, I think.

Come in. Ah, Mr. Sled, I much oblige you

for calling this time of night. Not at

all, Sergeant. This is Miss Harlow. I

think she has the information you want.

How you do, ma'am? Uh, Detective Matt is

just leaving. Mhm. Would you care sit

down? Well, I've been thinking over what

you told me this afternoon. I hope you

know what to expect. Well, I I do

indeed, sir. Well, don't underestimate

the opposition. Lies, evasions. These

are the weapons they use. When I wrote

that children were being bought and sold

into prostitution, I was ignored or

laughed at. When I continued my

campaign, I got more than ignorance and

laughter. I ran into a brick wall of

opposition from the most powerful

quarters. You must expect the same. I've

already had a small dose of it. That's

why I'm asking for your help. I wonder

perhaps if some of your friends in Fleet

Street

Yes. Yes. I think that could be

arranged.

Now, this girl, Sally Barnes, my good

friend, Miss Harlow, has recalled her

face from your photograph. Where did you

first meet her mom? She was on the

street, sir. She would never tell me her

story, but I believe some gentleman was

involved. It's not a news story. When

was this? Well, I met her few weeks

before she killed herself. She was sick.

I begged her to go home, whatever that

was. But she said she'd rather die than

face her mother. I didn't believe her.

I'd heard other girls in the same

position say the same thing. Did you

know many of these girls? Well, I ought

to. I was on the same beat until until I

was saved. All things are forgiven in

God's eternal love. Well, had this uh

girl got me friends, someone who might

give me more information. Do you think

there was one girl, I could tell you

where to find her? Where?

In one of the temples of our modern

Babylon.

[Laughter]

I know it's a good one, I

pray. You've got a present of humor and

a dry you. But we won't give you drive

along. You leave it a

minute. I

see you.

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Good evening, sir. Everything all right?

Good. You're

a low. What's up here? Could you keep

him away? Hi. He's a one, isn't he?

Enough blue blood in him to float a

barge. Not enough backbone to keep him

upright. Oh, looks as if he's out for

the night. Yeah, drunk as a lord. And a

lord he will be as soon as I nail down

his old man. So you be nice to him when

he wakes up. Eh, he wakes up. Chin chin.

Huh? You may be right.

Yeah. Well, we'll just have to get you

another companion. That's all. Which one

you fancy? Oh, do I have a choice?

No, dear. Not really. Now you stay here,

eh? I'll find you some

nice. Hello. This don't look like our

class a trade at all.

Good evening,

gentlemen. Welcome to Minnie's parlor. I

don't think I've seen you here before.

And I'd

know cuz I'm Minnie.

I'll take you to have an introduction.

We don't let no one in without their

recommended to us. Yeah. Will this

do? Now look here. There's never been

any problem. I see a girl Sarah Manners.

I know she's here. Don't have any lies

and argument. I'm running out of

patience. All right. This way. I'm going

to make it quick. See, it's all right.

Hey, that was quick.

It's uh the police. They want to talk to

you. Uh in private. Oh, I ain't done

nothing. Thank you. Did it work well?

Excuse me.

It's all right everybody. Nothing

serious. Get some more refreshments for

the guest. All right, everybody. All

right, then. Sally Barnes, go on. What

do you want to know? I want to know how

she came to be in a place like this. Why

don't you ask her? I would, but she's

dead. She was fished out of the river a

year ago. Oh.

Oh, well, her troubles are over. She's

lucky. And uh where did her troubles

begin? Where do they always begin? With

a man. Who does it matter? They're all

the same. I want to know his name. Oh,

what's the Yousef? I told you wouldn't

do nothing. He's a top. One of the eye

ups. At least he was. He's got friends

who cut you down. Copper on copper. If

you said he was, that means he's dead.

Yeah. My OP's roasting in L. It was

Gerald Manley, MP. You know, why did you

ask? So, you knew him. You knew him as

well, did you? Oh, we know him all in

here. Sir Jervis Walworth.

Yeah, we know him. All right. There's a

right specimen for you. When I read

about that cove in the paper making

speeches all doled up to the eyebrows, I

could laugh myself silly. You don't know

him. I know that Sally Barnes, the maid

in the Wworth household. Is that where

Mr. Manley met her? Yeah. Oh, they were

thick as thieves, so Jervis and Manley.

They both liked him young. And a

16-year-old don't stand much chance. Not

against the two of them. It started with

photographs. They worked it together.

See, doing each other favors. And there

was a lot of other gentlemen at the same

time. What?

Um, what happened to Sally? Manly kept a

set of apartments up in Maidel. She

stayed there till he got tired. He

kicked her out. Oh, who would put a poor

helpless girl out to starve? Oh, no.

Then he introduced her to

Minnie. She wasn't really

retired. When Minnie got rid of her?

Well, she wouldn't go back to her

mother. Her brother was still at sea.

Her brother? Yeah. He was a sailor. Been

away a long time. And I can't see. Look

here, miss. I know a lady, Miss Harlow,

from the Salvation Army. I don't suppose

it's any good asking you to have a word

with her. What for? I know the old

trout. Look, I don't want to sweat 60

hours in a shirt factory for 10 bob a

week. Oh, no. I'll pick me own road to

hell. Mr. Peeler. Yes. Well, I shall

require a written statement from you.

Just one thing. The sailor, the girl's

brother. What was his name? Tom, I

think. Yes. Tom Bond. Here you go.

Oh, wake up. You wake up, darling. Wake

up.

Indiscretions call. They're

indiscretions, but they could ruin me.

So, you must say nothing. Do you hear

nothing? I'm not concerned about your

future, sir. I just want confirmation of

the girl's story. And I must warn you

that we have a written statement. Yes,

it's true. I won't deny it, but there

are others others worse than I am. I

know. Why do you deny ever having seen

Sally Barnes when I showed you the

photograph? These girls sally bonds.

What are they? Street Arabs spread in

ignorance and reared in poverty. They

jump at a chance to earn money.

Corruption comes from those who offer it

to us. Do you realize what you're doing,

Cork? If this business gets out, there's

no telling where it'll end. I'm not the

only one involved. Public reputations

will be torn to shreds. I guess they

will. Cork, you've got to understand.

Look, Victoria's

empire, the greatest since the time of

Rome. And why? Because of its merchants,

its statesmen, and its bankers, the very

people that it will

destroy. And all for the sake of a few

starbling brats.

I don't see it that way, sir. Look,

Corker, I'm a powerful man. I can help

you. Now, preferment, Cork. I can see

that you get it. Oh, Cork, please. My

political career, the party. I'm afraid

the newspapers already have the story,

sir. Well, then contradict them. Deny

it. Cork, please. I'm asking you for

charity. Starve the parents. You debort

the children and you ask me for

charity. Sir, I was given to understand

that Sergeant Cork is be taken off the

mandic. Yet, when I went to his office

just now, I found him interviewing a

woman. Yes, Mrs. Barnes. I think I'm

entitled to some explanation, sir. I

understood the case was to be handed

over to me. Not now. And there's your

explanation.

This is shocking. This is

terrible. It is also rumored that

pressure was brought upon the police to

conceal the results of their inquiry.

These damn newspapers will pinch

anything. Yes, it's ridiculous. Don't

you see, Inspector? We can't very well

take cork cop the case now, can we?

Oh. Um, your son was a seafaring man,

Mrs. Barnes. But Sally and Tom were

always close. Closer than most brothers

and sisters. He was always doing things

for her. When did he find out that she

was dead? Not till he came back from

Mandy's house. You see, he went straight

there as soon as he

shipped. Then he came home and I told

him about Sally. You just went quiet the

way he always does when he's angry. I

didn't know about the letter. Then the

letter doesn't say anything about

suicide. It just asks him to uh come and

help her. Tom went along to the house

and Mr. Manley let him in. Tom asked him

where Sally was. Manley said he didn't

know and he didn't care. So that's when

your son struck Manley with a

candlestick. What did he do then? Lady

came in and Tom just bolted. Did your

son tell you that he'd killed Manly?

Yes. God forgive him. What I did was

very wrong, but understandable. I might

be able to help you, Mrs. Barnes. At

least I think so. I don't think your son

did kill Man. I don't understand. I

can't tell you anymore at the moment.

When the proper time comes, I shall tell

you. At the proper time, you'll hear all

that happened that night. Thank you, Mr.

Barnes.

Dad, mom.

Well, have you located Tom Barn? Yes,

I'm afraid there are a few miles of sea

water between at the moment. You see,

the wind jammer Oriana sailed on the

flood tide last night and uh we can't

get in touch with the master. Well, the

ship must dock somewhere. He must be

found and brought back to face trial. I

know, but not for murder, son. What do

you mean? Barnes didn't kill Manly. He

said he did. I'm in a position to

contradict him. I read the autopsy

report. It's quite clear that he knocked

him unconscious and then suffocated him

with a cushion. If you'll take a look at

the photograph I took in Manley's room,

sir, you see it's quite clear he didn't

kill him. There no cushions there. None

at all. Marriott and I searched the

whole place from end to end. There's no

cushion. Not one. And it was moved by

one of the servants. Yeah. We locked the

room on the night of the murder and it

stayed locked until we searched the

place. Then Manley was still breathing

after Barnes had left. Someone took a

cushion from another room, suffocated

Manly, and then returned the cushion to

where it had come

from. I um might be able to tell you

more in about 1 hour's time, sir.

H this part's in the newspapers. Now, uh

I don't propose to go into how they

obtained their information. Hello, sir.

No, Cork, but it occurs to me that it

might be connected in some way with this

letter. You know, it could be construed

as your resignation. I've been wondering

what I should do about it. Well, I'm

sure you'll act in the best interests of

the division, sir. Excuse me.

Two gentlemen from the police and mom. I

showed them into the drawing room. Oh.

Oh, thank you, Jenny.

Good morning, Sergeant. I hope you

haven't been waiting long. A matter of

minutes, ma'am. Forgive me for um taking

liberties with your furniture. But I was

maring this cushion. Lovely material.

Till pity. Most unusual. It's ordish

shantang silk. There must be hundreds of

cushions like it. Now what can I do for

you? The man we're looking for. Mom, you

haven't remembered anything more about

him. No, I'm afraid I have nothing to

add to what you already know. Big man,

thick set reaper jacket. Yes, let's go.

That's our man. All right, Mary. There's

no question about it. You found him? You

seem surprised. Mom, I didn't think

you'd arrest him so quickly. His name is

Barnes. We might ask you to identify him

later. I don't think formality. I assure

you he's already confessed. You see, see

where the sun strikes in the threads of

that cushion. Mary, do you notice?

Please don't keep.

I'm sorry. May I sit down? Of course,

ma'am.

What will happen to this man? If he's

found guilty, he will hang.

I think you know, don't you, Sergeant?

I'm afraid so, ma'am. This man,

Barnes, he didn't kill my husband. Did

you?

I found him lying on the floor. He was

unconscious. I destroyed him. Killing is

not the word. I destroyed him. He Oh,

you couldn't know. He was depraved and

vicious. He He took these children,

young

children. Then there were

photographs. I can't tell

you. I hated him. I loathed him. And I

destroyed him. as you would to destroy

Vermin. Why didn't you leave him, man?

He refused to let me divorce him. He

wanted to protect his career, his

respectability. I don't think I regret

having killed him. Not even now. Eddie,

somehold over you. Somehold? Yes. The

restraints of our society and the place

a woman has in it. You asked me why I

didn't leave him, didn't divorce him.

How? Where would I begin? When you could

have collected evidence, M. No. My

education fitted me for gracious tea

parties and elegant conversation. not

sorted

investigations. And if I had obtained

the evidence, what would a divorce have

brought me? When I married Gerald

Manley, everything I owned became his

property. Where would I have gone? How

would I have lived? What rights has a

woman under the

law? And then there would have been the

scandal. Cheap music hall jokes. No, I

couldn't have brought it.

Then too, I thought I might have been

able to curb his excesses, perhaps even

to protect his victims,

but

oh, I can't say I regret having killed

him. Can you?

That's one of the paradoxes of our

profession, Mom. We can sometimes

sympathize, but we can never approve.

After you,

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ma'am. Heat. Heat.

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Heat. Heat.

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Heat. Heat.