All language subtitles for 06 - Double Sin

Isn't it grating, Poirot?

Grating, Hastings?

The weather.

No, it is cold and wet.

Did you know, Hastings, that the Earth
is cooling at a rate of three degrees

every 12 ,000 years?

No, I didn't know that, no.

Still, beautiful fountain, isn't it?

Feeble, Hastings.

Fountains used to be more vigorous.

Artistic, too. I don't know what's wrong
with you today, Poirot. Nothing seems

good enough for you.

I am finished, Hastings.

Finished? Yes.

I shall retire.

But you're at the height of your powers,
Poirot.

You are being kind, Hastings.

No, I'm not.

You've got a nice home, devoted friends,
a brilliant career.

No, no, no, no, my man.

I am nothing.

I have nothing.

Poirot is finished.

It's only the beginning of October.

You want to avoid the seasonal rush,
don't you?

Where's the guy, anyway?

Out the front. Come and have a look, if
you don't believe her. The old barker,

he's downstairs.

He won't let us in with the guy. Stop
already!

You clear off! Tip I got you in here
again.

As soon as your back's turned.

You did them out of a penny.

Oh, a good thing, too. You don't want to
go wasting your money encouraging them.

Why shan't, Mr Dicker?

Well, I've got a lot of work to do. You
know, I don't know what their parents

can be thinking about. Oh, indeed.

Well, do you decall, Mr.

Dicker? Yes.

Well, if you have any trouble, you just
come to me.

I'm worried about Poirot, Miss Lemon.

He's talking about retirement.

That's because he hasn't had an
interesting case for five minutes.

I must have had my case to let myself
in.

Is that all it is?

That and the fact someone said he was
middle -aged.

Trouble with myself if they kept
talking.

Well, he's always been middle -aged.
Have you seen that photograph of him at

christening? I know.

He looks as though he's about to address
a board meeting.

Who looks as if he's about to address a
board meeting?

Oh, this fellow I know.

Funny chap. Well, not funny, quite
serious, really. Company director.

Hastings. As a matter of fact...
Hastings.

Right.

I'm going to take you to the seaside,
Hastings.

Your little grey cells are exhausted.
You are in need of the complete

Miss Lemon, my tea's on, if you please.

Very nice, Poirot.

I wonder where the links are.

No, no, no, no, no. He thinks you are
not yet well enough for games.

I shall tell you when you are.

Strange that it's called the Midland
Hotel in the North, Poirot.

Whitcomb is the place for health.

Hey, look, I've got some more shells.

I do hope you're feeling better,
Hastings.

Well, we've only been here half an hour.
Ah, yes, but the air here is right now.

Look at the horses.

Coats of the highest glory.

Reminds me of a horse I backed in the
Cheltenham Gold Cup. Started at five to

one, came in at quarter past two.

Well, that is not very good, surely?

No. No, it's a joke, Poirot.

Good, Hastings. You see, already you
begin to make jokes.

Sometime, you must explain to me this
joke.

What do you say? Look at that.

My greatest cases.

A lecture by the renowned Chief
Inspector James Japp of Scotland Yard.

are not interested, Hastings. We have
other foul to fry, eh? No, no, no. I'd

like to hear that.

Admission, one shilling. Oh, mon dieu.
That is a lot of money to hear the Chief

Inspector Japp.

Women's Institute, Sandringham Street,
Thursday, 8 .30.

That's the old Japp being up here.

There you are, madam.

That's very reasonable.

Windermere for one and six.

Reasonable if one wants to go to
Windermere. Take me to Windermere,

really there.

Why don't we give it a go?

I've heard there's a pleasant hotel.
That's better than breakfast.

At what time does the train leave?

Well, I don't think it's a train.

A bus hastings?

No, no, no, no, no.

Poirot does not travel on buses.

Oh, come on. Poirot, it'll be fun.

I say.

What a rude fellow. He rather interested
me.

Well, if sheer bad manners interest you.
He interested me because he was growing

the moustache.

And as yet the result is poor.

You do notice the most extraordinary
things, Poirot.

But the growing of the moustache is an
art, Hastings.

I have sympathy with all who attempt it.

We were very lucky to get these, you
know.

Twelve miniatures of Napoleon's marshals
by Jean -Baptiste Jacques Augustin.

They're beautiful.

Each one has a lock of the subject's
hair in the back and his name written on

the ivory.

Isn't that strange?

Now, you're certain you know what to do?

Of course I am.

You're right. The box will be locked to
my suitcase all the way. Nobody will

even see it.

Till the appropriate time, of course. Of
course.

You don't need to worry, you know. I
know, my dear.

But this is your first big commission.

That service, tea service, was quite
big.

There was a lot of it. I was quite
worried that you wouldn't be able to

all. And I have to be so careful these
days.

Well, I'm all packed.

Shall I put the box in my suitcase?

Oh, no. No, no. Leave it here till the
morning. And what time does your coach

leave? Half past nine.

Thank you very much.

Telegraph, please.

Thank you.

Chap!

Ah, hello, Captain Hastings. This is a
pleasant surprise.

I see you're giving a lecture here
tomorrow.

Hmm. Tonight, too. In Fleetwood.

Friday, Barrow Inferno.

Full of benevolent fun, do you know?

Good morning, Hastings.

Well, well.

Prepared for the northern climber, eh,
Poirot?

Good morning, Chief Inspector.

Hastings, the coach leaves in five
minutes.

What's got him doing?

I'll be at Redburn at 12 .40.

I don't want to have to hang about
there.

No, I know.

I know you've got the more difficult
job.

We'll make it.

Don't worry.

I'll wait for you where we are in.

Just so long as there isn't any fuss.

No.

Look, I've got to go now or I'll miss
the bus.

Yes. You too.

A beastly little jack, one.

Beastly, he thinks.

It's not these lectures he's giving, is
it?

Lectures?

Where can we put our luggage, please?

The luggage are in the back.

Oh.

Oh, sorry again.

You blind or something?

What a rude little man.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

Oh, bonjour.

Morning. May I?

It's all right. It wasn't heavy. All
aboard now. All aboard.

So

you

work for your aunt, Mrs. Durrant?

Yes. We specialize in beautiful, quality
antiques.

Of course, I'm still only learning the
business.

I'm sure mademoiselle will be very
successful.

Some of them are worth an awful lot of
money. I was surprised.

My aunt's got clients all over the
world.

Ah, so she travels a great deal, huh?

Oh, no, not at all.

If someone wants a particular period
table or chair or a certain piece of

they write to her and she gets it for
them.

That's what's happened in this case.

How do you mean?

Well, my aunt got a very valuable set of
miniatures for an American collector.

He's over here on a buying trip.

He's staying in a hotel in Windermere.
And if he likes them, he'll buy them.

I hope so.

I'll have to be ever so careful on the
return journey.

I'll have £1 ,500 in my bag.

Oh, cash!

They have no tisane, Hastings?

No. No, they usually do, but... You did
not ask, Hastings, did you?

I couldn't, Poirot.

Never will he ask for the tisane for me.

I don't know what the tisane is.

It's a sort of horrible herb tea.

There's such a crumb out there. They've
only got one chap serving.

Excuse me.

Where has she hurried off to, the little
one?

Oh, some women's thing, I expect.

Ah. Grand girl, isn't she?

Yes, she is very nice, Hastings.

Who noticed her eyes?

Very unusual color.

Oh, most unusual, Hastings.

It is called blue, I think.

Hastings, why do those people keep
staring at me?

They push each other and laugh.

I don't think they've ever seen anyone
quite like you before, Poirot.

Where's Miss Durrant?

Hope she doesn't miss the coach.

Why, she is silly, but perhaps not that
silly.

Silly? But to tell two perfect strangers
that she will shortly be carrying 1

,500 pounds in her bag is not the height
of sagacity, woman.

I'm so sorry.

Rushing off like that.

I was worried about the miniatures.

I thought I saw a man taking my suitcase
out of the coach.

I went flying after him, and it turned
out to be his own.

I felt such a fool.

So your case is all right?

Oh, yes, it's still in the boot.

This is exactly like mine, though.

What man was it, mademoiselle?

It was that man who was so rude.

You know, the one with the sort of
moustache.

That is quite curious.

Why did he want his suitcase?

He's staying here in Redburn.

More curious and more curious.

He was happy to pay the full fare to win
them, yeah?

I happened to see his ticket when he
presented it.

Poirot loves a mystery, even when there
isn't one.

It used to be my profession, Hastings.

You have heard of me, perhaps,
mademoiselle?

You're not that conjurer, are you?

Perhaps I am.

Perhaps I am.

I'm at Redburn.

No, no, it's all going according to plan
at my end.

No problem at all.

Well, just as soon as you can, for God's
sake. The sooner we're out of the area,

the better.

No, it's all right.

I'll take that.

All right.

No, no, just someone wanted to take my
case.

Yes, don't be long.

The most awful thing's happened.

What?

They've gone.

The miniatures?

Come and look.

I opened my suitcase.

The miniatures are in this dispatch case
inside. Look.

The locks are smashed.

Was it like this when you opened it?

Yes.

I don't know what to do.

Poirot, don't worry, Miss Durrant. You
stay here.

We'll sort things out.

I am Hercule Poirot, Detective Retired.

I cannot help you, I'm afraid.

I've had to stay here all night.

I've looked everywhere.

You haven't got spare keys?

Of course I haven't.

I thought you might have a pass key. No,
no, not me. You'd get accusations,

wouldn't you?

Suspicions. You'll have to change the
locks. I can't.

Mr. Potter would never forgive me if he
found out I'd lost the key.

I can't stay here another night.

These miniature pictures are worth like
1 ,500 pounds, is there?

Yes, at least.

But he's getting away while we waste
time.

It won't get far, miss, don't you fret.

It's brains and cunning that counts in
this job, not brute speed.

I've just spoken to Mr Wood, the
American.

A woman called on him two hours ago, I'm
afraid.

Mr Wood was delighted with the
miniatures and paid her for them.

But that's before we arrived here.

Well, a fast car from Redburn would have
got here long before us.

Oh, it's all my fault.

Look, Miss Durrant, you can leave this
with me.

You get on back to Whitcomb and explain
things to your aunt.

Right.

And PC Flag and I will go and interview
Mr. J. Baker Wood.

I'll have to talk to the sergeant first,
sir.

Come on, gentlemen.

Come on.

Drink.

You look terrific.

I scarcely recognised you in that get
-up. That's the idea, just in case

got wind of it.

It's wonderful to see you.

I thought we'd never make it.

Did you have any trouble getting away?

None at all, if it happened.

Just walked out the door, put the case
in the car and drove off.

I was shaking.

I expected to hear a shout at any
moment.

We've done it.

So far.

You're the cleverest girl in the world.

As well as the most beautiful.

She's got a cockpit from her auntie,
that girl.

Signs are bright when she does.

Leaving all that stuff on the bus while
she goes off and has her dinner.

It was in the boot of the coach,
actually.

Now, one of the interesting points about
this case, you know... Oh, yes?

Well... Why was the dispatch case forced
open, for instance?

Well, to get these here little pictures
out. But why?

Surely it would have been simpler to
open Miss Durran's suitcase, transfer

dispatch case unopened to his own
suitcase, and get away, rather than

forcing the lock.

Well, she'd have noticed the difference
in weight as soon as she took the

suitcase out of the boot, wouldn't she?

Then you'd have had less time to make
his escape.

Oh.

Oh.

Yes.

There is that.

Of course I didn't suspect anything.

Why should I?

She said she came from Elizabeth Penn.
She had the miniatures.

May we see the miniatures, please, Mr.
Wood?

I guess so.

We'll need a description of this woman,
too, sir. Description?

Was she young? Pretty?

No, sir.

She most certainly was not young.

Or pretty.

She was tall and elderly.

Gray hair.

She had a blotchy complexion and a
budding mustache.

The siren mattered your life.

How did she arrive at the hotel, Mr.
Wood?

On a hotel ferry.

There.

Yes.

I see.

Very nice.

Now, it's $7 ,000 for 12 of those
beauties.

I'll tell you, that's some bargain.

I'll be taking that, sir.

What do you mean?

Evidence of a crime, sir.

Oh, hey, you've got to be kidding.

You'll get a receipt.

Denzel, we have to assure ourselves who
the rightful owner is. What do you mean,

rightful owner? I'm the rightful owner.
I'm $7 ,000 worth the rightful owner.

That's not for me to say, sir.

Then don't say it. I'll say it for you.

Those are my goddamn miniatures.

That's for the court to decide, sir.

You mean you have to come from the
railway station by boat.

The station's on the other side of the
lake. There.

Oh, I see.

Good day.

Morning.

Mr. Arkwright.

Aye, sir.

Did you bring an elderly lady to the
Lake Hotel today?

I bring lots of old ladies, sir.

Tall, grey -haired, bit of a moustache?

Oh, I picked her up at the station at 12
minutes past one.

How are you so sure of the time?

Because the Lancaster train gets in at
one o 'clock and it arrived at ten past.

Does that train stop at Redburn?

Redburn? No, that's on Maltbrook line.

Stop at Redburn.

Mary Durrant arrived at Redburn at about
ten past twelve.

I mean, we know that. We were with her.

An hour later, an old lady is here in
Windermere with the miniatures and on

way to Woods Hotel.

Now, I'm sure it was the fellow with a
bit of a moustache, drept up.

He could have got from Redburn to
Windermere in an hour in a fast car.

But the old lady didn't arrive by car.
She got off a train, and a train that

doesn't go near Redburn at that.

Hastings.

Why do you not grow the moustache?

What? I did not achieve true facial
symmetry until I grew the moustache. It

caused me great unhappiness as a young
man.

I don't want facial symmetry. I want
help.

Oh, well, I am retired, Hastings. Such
puzzles no longer interest me. I think I

will go back to Whitcomb in the morning.

Oh, all right.

Hastings. Hmm?

The fact that the ferryman picked her up
at the station does not necessarily

mean that she got off a train.

If she didn't come by train, how did she
come?

Who knows?

Hastings, you have done well.

But you will be on this case a long
time, I think.

Don't I know it?

Right.

I'm going back to Redland in the
morning.

Reconstruct the club, that's the thing.

Start from the beginning.

Start up a new life.

I don't think much can go wrong now.

I'll wait for you in the car.

Hey, sir.

There's your change.

Thanks.

Come back and see us again, won't you?

So, as I see it, it started here.

This fellow with a bit of a moustache
had an accomplice with a fast car who

drove him to Windermere while he got
dressed up as a woman in the back seat.

Need to be a pretty sporty car to do
that journey in the time.

What? Someone like that, you mean?

It's him!

Stop!

Don't stop!

That's not meant for chasing.

This is a patrol car, not a chase car.

There's no way they can turn up for a
bit.

Not till they get to Beckerdale.

They have turned.

Well, I'm blessed.

Won't get them very far. It's a dead
end, that is.

Only goes to Hemiskit, doesn't it?

I hope we don't meet anyone coming the
other way.

Come along, madam.

Why can't you leave me alone?

Don't you know what it's like to love a
man?

Well, no,

not exactly.

Sergeant, come along. No trouble.

Oh, it's you again, is it?

I might have known.

Come along, sir.

Because that way we might get your money
back. I'm going to get my money back,

all right.

My attorney's on his way up here from
London.

Look, if we could just... All right.

Can we just get on with it?

Don't hurry. I mean, take a good look.

I mean, imagine him dressed up as a
woman.

Hat, skirt, all that sort of thing.

It's not him.

But he's got a mustache.

You said she had a mustache.

The woman who showed me the miniatures
was nothing like that. She didn't have a

mole like that.

Like what?

Well, that mole on his forehead, for
God's sake.

Couldn't hide that.

Wait a minute.

Oh, no.

That's Lady Amanda Mannerly.

Who? Why, don't you guys read the
papers? I mean, she's eloping with that

novelist, um, Norton Cain.

Are you Norton Cain?

So good of you to come with me, Mr.
Poirot. No, no, no, not at all, my dear.

How could I possibly leave such a
charming young lady in so great

But perhaps now that I am here, I can
help you to explain this delicate matter

to your aunt.

Thank you so much.

Mary? Is that you?

How did it go?

I've got Mr.

Poirot with me, Aunt Elizabeth.

We came back to Whitcomb on the bus
together.

Mr. Poirot is a famous detective.

Do you think I don't know that?

Oh, you are too kind.

But something terrible's happened, Aunt
Elizabeth.

I don't really know how to tell you.

I regret to inform you that your
miniatures, they have been stolen.

Stolen?

But how could they be stolen?

Where were they stolen from?

They were stolen from the bus when we
stopped for lunch at Redburn.

But have no fear.

It will not be long before the
miscreants are apprehended.

Don't give it away to my father, will
you? Oh, no, of course not.

Whereabouts are you headed?

Can't tell you.

Cheer up, Captain Hastings.

Oh, yes.

I'm sure you'll catch your robber.

Yes, well, with our one and only suspect
gone, I'm damned if I know how we're

going to catch him.

Eh, Captain Hastings?

I think I'll start with the fish soup,
followed by the haddock.

Try and shake up the old grey cells a
bit.

You see, what I can't understand is, if
Norton Kane wasn't the woman with the

moustache... Who was?

You have done your best, Hastings.

The renowned Chief Inspector Japp would
have given up long ago.

Thank you. You're not jealous, are you?

Japp being asked to give these lectures?

Jealous?

None the dear.

Of what interest is it to Poirot the
Whitcomb Institution for Women, huh?

If it was a Royal Society now... But
then I hardly think the Chief Inspector

Japp would be invited by the Royal
Society.

No, no, no.

It is only the Institution for Women at
Whitcomb and such places that they will

listen to the Chief Inspector Japp
claiming the cases of Occupy Poirot for

own.

I'm sure Japp wouldn't do that.

Please, can we please talk of something
else?

The renowned Chief Inspector Japp is of
no interest.

No, thank you.

I've got to see Mary Durant tomorrow.

Here we are.

Perhaps you should bring Mademoiselle
Durant and her aunt and Monsieur J.

Bakerwood face en face, huh?

And discuss this thing.

No, I don't see what good that'll do.

I don't know what I'm going to say to
her and her aunt anyway.

Sleep is the thing I stink, sir.

For myself, I fully intend to get to bed
immediately after dinner.

And I strongly advise you to do the
same.

Rest to audit, sir.

Good evening, sir. Good evening,
Constable.

if you'll pardon the expression.

And at the conclusion of a case, there
are always other parties, not of the

police force, who will claim to have
solved it.

I refer, of course, to that bane of the
policeman's life, the amateur sleuth, or

worse still, the professional private
detective.

The professional private detective,
ladies and gentlemen, is not the

figure of fiction.

He's a man who, failing in more worthy
walks of life and being of meddlesome

troublemaking disposition, finally comes
to rest in a dingy office over the chip

shop where he plies for hire in the
sordid world of petty crime and divorce.

Except, I have to say, for one.

I have been fortunate in my career.

in that many, indeed perhaps most, of my
cases have been shared with that most

extraordinary of private detectives,
and, if I may borrow a word from his own

native tongue, that doyen of the Belgian
police force, Monsieur

Hercule Poirot.

I think I may say, without fear of
contradiction, that Hercule Poirot has

the most original minds of the 20th
century.

Intelligent, brave, sensitive,
devastatingly quick.

Hercule Poirot stands head and shoulders
above any other detective of my

considerable experience.

I'm fearfully worried about the keys.

Order and method, Miss Lemon.

Order and method.

The Lagonda's got a holiday, Miss Lemon.

The fillet's on fire and the keys are
bent.

Centenaire. Deux garçons sur le feu de
joie.

The little grey tails, Miss Lemon.

Reconstruct the scene of the prime
moment.

Come up to door.

Take keys out of bag.

Unlock door.

I come in.

Dicker follows, still talking.

Short and encouraging.

Wasting all your money.

Come now, Hastings.

Tell me where you stand in this case,
and Poirot will do his humble best to

assist. No, it's no good.

I don't stand anywhere with the case
ready.

Anyway, I'm the one who's got to face
the music.

Well?

Captain Hastings. Hello, Miss Durrant.

Have you got some news?

Well, no, not really.

No, I understand.

Hello, Monsieur Poirot. Mademoiselle.

I haven't given up yet.

The shop of your aunt is beautiful,
Mademoiselle.

We should love to see you, if you can
spare a moment.

We would be delighted.

Monsieur Poirot is here, Aunt Elizabeth.

And Captain Hastings. Oh, how nice.

Have you managed to retrieve our
miniatures for us, Monsieur Poirot?

Pardon, Mademoiselle. It is Captain
Hastings who is in charge of this

And he hasn't, I'm afraid.

Well, we found them, all right, but we
can't retrieve them.

Mr. Wood says he bought them in good
faith, so they're his.

So he's still got them?

No, the police have taken them.

Well, I'll get them back in due course.

Well, that depends on what the court
decides.

It would help if we could catch the
thief.

Oh, my God.

What is it, Captain Hastings?

I've got it.

I've got it.

I've got it. Miss Penn, I can get your
miniatures back. You may be able to

too. Excuse me.

Hastings, wait.

Come on, Poirot. What on earth are you
playing at, Hastings? I've got it,

Poirot. What? What have you got? The
answer to this case. It must have been

haddock. I feel wonderful.

Hastings! I'll see you at the hotel
later.

As soon as I said it, I knew.

Who knew Miss Durrett was on her way
with the miniatures?

Who could have found out she'd be
stopping at Redburn at lunchtime?

And who had a fast car to get into
Windermere?

I don't know. Jay Baker would himself,
of course.

Really? I don't believe any woman ever
came to see him. I think he went to

Redburn and stole the miniatures
himself.

What about the ferryman?

Well, all he said was he'd picked up a
woman at the station and taken her to

Lake Hotel.

I imagine he takes a dozen women a day
to the Lake Hotel.

All right.

But I don't know what you're going to
do.

Well, it's quite simple, really.

You see, Wood has never met Miss Penn or
Miss Durrant.

I've asked him to come over from
Windermere.

Now, when he sees this beautiful young
girl and her aunt in a wheelchair...

What? Well, he's going to feel pretty
damn small, I can tell you.

Really? Oh, yes.

I mean, even a hardened criminal like
him isn't entirely without a heart,

Come on.

I hope they're not going to be late. The
timing's absolutely crucial.

Since I am not going to be told what is
going on in this case of yours,

Hastings, I can make no intelligent
contribution to any discussion of it.

was your idea. You didn't want anything
to do with it. It was my idea also to

bring together these three people.

Monsieur Wood, Mademoiselle Durand, and
Mademoiselle Penn.

I don't remember that. Now, now.

Be well.

We could have another plate of them
sandwiches.

You should have made him last.

I thought the property was coming later.

Steady. All right, steady. Steady now.

Here we go, Sarge.

Well, they've arrived.

The old one in the wheelchair, like you
said.

I should be sitting there.

There's no good me sitting here. I can't
see nothing.

How good of you to come, Miss Beck.

Do sit down, Miss Durrant.

What a handsome room.

This is Chief Inspector Japp of Scotland
Yard.

How exciting.

How do you do?

Why don't you sit next to Monsieur
Poirot?

Ah, rather well.

And Elizabeth was so hoping you'd have
good news for us.

Well, I hope so, too.

Is that all?

Just hope?

It's all right, Mary, dear.

Oh, the dear child. She's so protective
on my behalf.

Now, Mrs. Penn, may I offer you
something to eat or a cup of tea?

I'd love a cup of tea. Something, no.

Nothing. Just carbon.

One learns patience sitting in a
wheelchair, Monsieur Poirot. I am sure

true name was there.

Captain's standing up.

Oh, it's the Yank.

He's alive.

It's very good of you to come.

You have the miniatures? All in good
time.

You said I'd get them back.

I've driven all this way in a wild goose
chase.

I thought this hotel was going to spoil
the coastline, but at certain times,

seen through the mist or at sunset, it
really... Mademoiselle Penn, the mist is

beginning to clear, I think.

I don't think you've met Miss Durrant.

What do you do?

I feel unwell, Mary.

And Miss Penn.

Look, this is all very nice, but I
didn't... No, I've never met Mr. Wood.

We've only... Do wood.

Come along, Mary.

My aunt isn't feeling well. Hold on,
hold on.

Mademoiselle Penn.

How did you know it was Monsieur Wood,
Mademoiselle Penn?

Nobody has mentioned his name.

Well, I didn't. I just... You could not
possibly have known him.

Not unless it was you who took the 1
,500 pounds from him for the miniatures.

Where was her?

Made up to look like a frump.

But it was her.

Oh, you made up to make everybody else
think that it was a man dressed as a

woman.

And this barman was a Ben.

You thought that you would keep the
money and get back the miniature as a

property.

Wait a minute.

She would... Nice work if you can get
it.

So, Miss Penn, what do you say to all
this?

All right. Thank you.

Take her away, Sergeant.

And now, mademoiselle.

You.

And her. Not so fast, miss.

But she... I

didn't...

I... Hastings couldn't see it at first.

He was trying to work out how the
miniatures got from Redburn to

Quite, exactly.

Then he realized they'd never even been
in Redburn.

Masterly, Hastings, you diagnose the
true nature of the crime.

Oh.

Unfortunate, of course, that you set a
trap for quite a wrong culprit.

Excuse me.

Merci.

Excuse me, sir.

You forgot your repeat.

Merci beaucoup.

I hope you enjoyed your stay. Yes,
indeed.

Gentlemen.

Allow me, Poirot.

Tell me about you here, Jap. Chief
Inspector Jap to speak in North Country

Lecture Tour.

You knew.

That's why you dragged me all the way up
here.

No, no.

It was the other side I was interested
in.

I did not know that... Learn to speak
French like a Frenchman?

In Belgium, Hastings, it is considered
quite bad form to read another person's

newspaper cuttings.

Thank you.