All language subtitles for 07 - The Adventure of the Cheap Flat

over, Poirot.

Open your eyes now.

Hastings, this is the last time.

You might

not like it, Poirot, but you

can't ignore it. It's part of our lives.
A window on the world.

I care not for this type of criminal,
nor for the detectives of the United

States, who shoot first and ask for
questions later. Ah, come on, quiet.

not all machine guns and mobsters.

In fact, when it comes to criminal
investigation, the FBI is second to

Oh, except for Scotland, yeah, of
course.

Yes, well, I'll let you know soon enough
if they live up to their reputation.

They're sending us one of their agents
over on temporary assignment.

Oh, you. Does that mean that the
gangsters of America are preparing to

streets of London? No fear.

No, it's a spy case of some kind.

He's following up a lead over here, and
I've got to work with him. I hope he

does not take after his film
counterpart, Mr. Britt Davis.

For me, the party tonight of your
friend, Mr. Parker, will be excitement

This can't be the place, surely.

There must have been some kind of
mistake.

Camden Hill Gate.

Well, for 80 pounds a year, they must be
front -letting the boiler room.

Five -room flat with all modern
conveniences.

Number six is on the first floor.

Come on, Jane.

Don't tell me.

Number six, the cheap flat.

Don't waste your time, dear. It's been
let.

And rude.

The moment I uttered my name, they
slammed the door in my face.

Stella.

Perhaps they just didn't like the look
of her.

Good evening.

We understand name?

Robinson. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson. We were
hoping... Oh.

Thank you.

It was like a melting frog.

All these miles, she ushered us in and
we were shown over the flat. Which was

terrific. We're moving it right away.

Well, perhaps it's haunted.

The theme of a grisly murder.

Oh, don't. Well, at that price, she can
haunt away.

How about our detective friends?

Monsieur Poirot, you're the expert. What
do you think?

Well, unfortunately, in the matter of
ghosts, I am no expert.

Madam? But there are two things which
are odd, you see.

The flat had been advertised for some
time. It was strange when you consider

low the rent was.

Well, you'd seen the advertisement
before and didn't bother with it. We

it was a hoax.

Eventually, we only went out of
curiosity.

We thought as we were in the area.

Precisely. That's just what everyone
else thought.

But why was that other woman turned away
just before we called?

And yet, we were welcomed with open
arms.

Aha, yes.

Now, come on, Arthur. How do you get out
of that one?

Well, it's obvious, isn't it? She must
have gone to the wrong flat.

You see, Captain Hastings can explain
every mystery.

Morning,

Poirot. Good morning. Morning, Miss
Lemon.

Mr. Poirot has been telling me about
your skillful deductions at Teddy

party last night.

You know, Poirot, I sometimes think you
don't give me credit when it's due.

I know it all seemed rather simplistic
to you, but I was merely being tactful.

Tactful? Well, it's obvious, isn't it?
The Robinsons have overlooked something

in their agreement.

They'll find out what it is soon enough.

I just hope it doesn't come as too much
of a shock.

I see.

Well, Hastings, I'm glad that you show
concern for the problem of the

It will make our inquiries all the more
worthwhile.

Inquiries? What inquiries? Come,
Hastings, before you become buried in

of the racing.

I can't see why you want to waste your
time on such a trivial matter.

Hastings, you do surprise me.

I am well aware that this modest case
has not the same dramatic appeal as the

dealings of Monsieur Cagney and his G
-men.

Even so, it is a mystery and worthy of
our attention.

So, this dame thinks she's heading for
the handoff.

What she ain't thinking is Federal Agent
Burt is playing for the home team.

And with the FBI quarterbacking and you
guys from Scotland Yard running

interference, she ain't gonna make five
yards, never mind a touchdown, right?

Right.

Let's move our butts.

All right, lads. We'll assemble at
midnight.

All right. This is Federal Agent Burt.

May I introduce Hercule Poirot, the
private detective, and his associate,

Captain Hastings.

The American crime buster.

Jab, I hope you're not so short of
manpower you're hiring a Seamus.

What are they good for?

Chasing lost dogs.

This is a matter of international
security we're dealing with here.

I have no intention of hiring anyone
but.

And if you must know, Mr. Poirot here
has an outstanding reputation.

Oh, a gumshoe of distinction.

And I suppose Al Capone's running for
president.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. So what?

All right, so keep trying.

Oh, you heard what?

Listen, pal, don't give me this
brotherhood garbage.

This release on France Atlantique does
not live up to its expectations.

Basically, to use a technical term, it's
a disaster.

It's taken over my office, my secretary,
and my car.

Now he wants my best men to stake out
the Italian embassy.

Stake out?

Plan to sign surveillance round the
clock. If the London underworld find out

that half my division are tied down,
they'll have a field day.

Quite so. But what is need for a
surveillance?

Six months ago, a minor clerk spelled
the blueprints for a new submarine from

the U .S. Admiralty.

There could be serious consequences if
they fall into the wrong hands.

It could be a catastrophe.

The one thing he'll do to relax is a
strong navy.

Exactly. And apparently, with half a
dozen of these submarines, he could

the Mediterranean.

The FBI's found out that a woman's got
the blueprints and she's come to London

to sell them.

Now I remember.

Was it not the Romero affair?

La femme fatale who dared to double
-cross the mafia, huh?

Was she not at some point in her career
a canary?

A canary?

Yes, that's right.

A dance band singer.

What Mr. Burke calls a shantoozy.

Good grief.

Really, Hastings, you must try to keep
up with the modern idioms, huh?

Is she here now?

Jim, step into my office for a minute,
please.

He's expecting you down the records
office.

Sorry about the delay, sir.

There's a few Robinsons on file.

The Robinsons we've got are a drunken
disorderly, an assault on a member of

clergy.

and are throwing stones with intent to
do damage to the railway.

Nothing on Estella or James, Robinson.

You see, they're just a nice, innocent
couple.

During the last six months, can you
recall any crime as yet unsolved where

chief suspects might be a young couple?

Nothing comes to mind immediately, sir.

There's that Bonnie and Clyde, of
course, but they're at large somewhere

American Midwest.

Let us hope that is where they remain.

But they're friends of Parker's.

I've known Parker since we were at
school.

He doesn't have friends who are
criminals.

Monsieur Borrow?

Monsieur Paul, good morning. Good
morning. This is my associate, Captain

Hastings. Good morning.

Should we go in? Thank you.

Magnificent facade.

Yes, indeed.

One of the finest.

Mr. Paul, are all the apartments in each
block of the same layout? Yes, exactly.

This is the sitting room.

It's been designed to the highest
standard.

Here, for example, is the latest in
insert electric fires, fully built in

with a one or two bar option.

It's very tasteful, isn't it? Yes,
indeed.

Poirot, you're not going to learn any
more about the Robinsons by looking

an empty flat.

He thinks it is always wise to make a
thorough inspection before arriving at

final decision.

I don't follow you.

He thinks I have the sudden desire to
take an apartment in Camden Hill Cape.

This apartment.

The kitchen has been equipped with the
most modern appliances. Every shelf and

cupboard has been discreetly fitted to
provide an environment delightful to

the most particular of cooks.

Monsieur Paul, tell me, for what purpose
is this little doorway?

It's for the Rothbins. They're collected
twice weekly from the back stairwell.

Ah.

It would appear that the architects have
thought of every convenience.

Why don't you examine the place at your
leisure? I'll wait for you downstairs.

You are most kind. Most true.

Take your time.

St. Ludwig's.

Commence, Poirot.

Six guineas a week.

Ah, but that is a small cost, Hastings,
to pursue the mystery of great intrigue.

Intrigue?

It'll probably turn out to be something
perfectly simple.

Eccentric landlady moved to benevolence
by plight of homeless newlyweds.

But this does not explain, Hastings, why
the cheap flat below this had been

advertised for so long and nobody took
it.

Well, perhaps they all found something
wrong with it.

And the Robinsons did not?

Did they strike you as being the
gullible young couple, Hastings?

No, they didn't. So we may assume that
they possessed a special quality that

others were lacking, no?

I'm just an ordinary carpool.

Voilà.

Their life, the intrigue.

Good morning, sir.

Well, what do you think?

Monsieur Paul, I think that the
apartment is exactly what I want, and I

take possession immediately.

You made a wise decision.

These flats won't be on the market for
very long, and the rent is very

reasonable by today's standards.

Taxi!

Yes, but not as reasonable as that of
the Robinsons.

Oh, you know the Robinsons? Oh, yes,
indeed.

In fact, they have just moved in, is
that not so?

The Robinsons.

In number six.

They moved in six months ago.

Splendid party the other night. Glad you
enjoyed it, old boy.

Those Robinsons seem very pleasant.

What does he do, do you know?

Mr. Robinson?

Do? I'm not sure.

Hasn't been in town long.

Salt of the earth, then.

Where are they from?

I don't know. Out of town somewhere.

So how do you know them, then?

Well, that was a bit hard as a matter of
fact.

Yes? Yes.

Veronica and I went to the theatre.

We'd ordered some drinks for the
interval.

And when we got there, there were these
people drinking them.

Really? Absolutely.

Well, it seems we'd ordered the same
drinks.

Our little chitty said number six, and
theirs was number nine, and it was

down. That's awkward for a moment there.

I see.

Hey, it seems you're late.

I had a bit of a run -in with the
doorman.

Probably wasn't going to let me into the
building.

Really? Well, it seems to be a bit of a
foreign fellow, hanging around asking

questions about the Robinsons.

It wasn't you, was it?

Certainly not.

It is probably the man who has been
watching the flats.

Watching the flats?

Maybe they're not as innocent as they
seem.

Suppose they're tied up in some shady
import -export business.

Drugs. White slavery.

Hastings, you have the most fertile
imagination.

Well, nobody seems to know where the
Robinsons have come from.

Parker doesn't know anything about them
at all.

Perhaps they've just returned from
abroad.

If this is true, Hastings, you will soon
have the opportunity to find out. But

now, please, we must begin our work.

Hastings, please bring my valise.

Right.

Now, Hastings.

I am about to enter the flat of the
Robinsons after the method of the

You're going to break into their flat?

No, no, no, no, no, no. Not breaking
precisely, mon ami, but I have to

for later.

But, Poirot, it's Saturday afternoon.

They're bound to be at home.

That is exactly what I'm hoping, mon
ami, because you are about to play the

of the friendly neighbor who just
happens to be passing by.

I want you to keep the young couple
occupied while I perform my task.

Wouldn't it be easier to wait until they
go out?

Hastings, these are things I have
already considered.

While they are out, the doorway, it is
always locked.

What am I going to say?

Captain Hastings, do come in.

Oh, Hastings.

What brings you to this neck of the
woods? You ask me. The natural curiosity

the private investigators prompted this
visit. No, not at all.

In fact, I had some business to attend
to in the Brompton Road.

When I remembered you were living
nearby, I suddenly thought the

course, they're bound to know.

Now, should I use badger hair, or will
an ordinary brush do the trick?

I'm sorry?

Well, what I want is a sort of
impression of grainy... without it being

obvious. I don't want it to look rigged.

I mean, it sometimes does look rigged,
though.

I'm dead set again.

You've got the job.

Hall hair, hog bristle, or badger hair.

And apparently, a fine steel comb
reduces the same effect, only it's

walls and floors, more defined.

Captain Hastings, what would one be
doing with badger hair in a steel comb?

Oh, didn't I say?

Dragging and combing.

You know what a fine effect it creates
on woodwork.

Only, I'm not exactly a dab hand when it
comes to decorating.

No, I call on you for an expert opinion.

The only time I ever did anything like
this was when I creophoted the dugout in

France. Not like you, with all the work
you've done.

Hastings, we haven't done a thing. We
only moved in yesterday, and I have to

admit, I wouldn't know a badge of hair
brushed from a bucket of beef stew.

Oh, you're too modest.

I'm sure you were both influenced by the
spirit of the Renaissance during your

time in Italy.

Italy?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Would it be fair to say you've just
returned from the continent?

Mr. Foo, we came down from Cain's.

Ronald Jones was offered a position at
London Mutuals.

We've never been on the continent.

Sure.

It is an interesting subject.

In fact, I was thinking about taking out
a new property on the continent.

What on earth was that?

It came from the kitchen.

I didn't hear anything. I'd better take
a look.

So are me.

Detective's prerogative.

You never know.

It might be one of the goat.

Wind blew it open, I expect.

I should keep this bolted if I were you.

You never know who's about.

I don't know what the Robinsons would
have said if they'd seen the foot of

Hercule Poirot disappearing into the
twilight of the back stairwell.

I am indebted to your quick thinking,
mon ami.

I can't believe the Robinsons have
anything to hide.

If anyone's behaving in a suspicious
manner, it's that woman who left a flat

them. But did it not strike you as odd,
mon ami, that the estate agent's

description of Madame Robinson was so
very different from the Madame Robinson

that we know?

Not the most observant of fellows.

Perhaps they are different Madame
Robinsons.

Perhaps his Madame Robinson had been
waiting a long time to find a subtenant

the same name.

Well, yes, would she do that?

Strange.

That gardener, the dead ringer for Jap's
man, Sergeant D 'Altri.

Your eyes, they do not deceive you, mon
ami.

Here.

If I am not mistaken, this van is the
nerve center of Inspector Jap's state

at the Italian embassy.

What are you two doing here?

It happens that we were passing by and,
well, it is necessary to satisfy the

curiosity of Hastings.

Poirot?

You'd better come inside before somebody
sees you.

So, look, all the exits are covered,
front and back, and we have a couple of

unmarked cars just standing by in case
she decides to take it on the lam.

Whichever way, as soon as Carla Romero
shows up, we're ready to nab her.

A well -cultured operation, Mr. Bird.

Who is that man?

Oh, he's in and out all the time. Some
tourist in trouble, I guess.

Suppose Carla Romero never comes, huh?

Suppose she sends someone else.

All right.

As a private dick, what would you do?
Just walk right in there and ask them to

call us when the blueprints show up?

I would concentrate my efforts on trying
to find Carla Romero.

She is a young, attractive American, and
traveling alone, she would be a figure

most conspicuous.

Alone she might, but we know she's
traveling with an accomplice.

Schubert, I understand that she has had
some dealings with the Mafia.

When will you guys understand there is
no such thing as the Mafia, or the Black

Hand, or the Cosa Nostra? Sure, there's
some immigrant families of mainly

Southern European extraction who push
each other around, but organized crime?

No, sir.

No, thank you, but... Yes, I'm sure that
she is.

Yes, but you see that is of no interest.

No, no interest at all, none whatsoever.

But thank you, yes.

Goodbye.

Hastings, I've telephoned 14 nightclubs.

Eight of them have the Shantuzis, but
none of them American.

Three of them have the male crooners,
one of them has a magician, one of...

pianist, then the black cat won't answer
the telephone.

What are you looking for?

Suppose, Hastings, that Carla Romero is
forced to return to her old trade to

support her while she is waiting to sell
those documents.

That's possible, I suppose.

Why are you so interested in Carla
Romero all of a sudden?

Why not let the FBI solve their own
cases?

But there is a connection, perhaps, with
the Robinsons.

The man that I saw entering the Italian
embassy, He's the same man who has been

watching their apartment.

And do you not find it intriguing, his
niece, that the only club who did not

answer the telephone was the Black
Catholic?

Good afternoon.

I wonder, could you tell me, please, is
the manager here?

Right there.

Thank you.

Most kind.

Who is it?

Hercule Poirot.

Come again?

Poirot. And you?

I've got nothing to hide.

Bernie Cole.

Come in.

Thank you.

Everyone knows me anyway. Bernie Cole,
king of the clubs.

Didn't you used to come down to the old
Caprice?

No.

What are you after then anyway?

Nothing elicit our trust?

No, certainly not.

Pardon,

monsieur, but is that not a telephone
under there?

No.

Well, yes.

Obviously bad, doesn't it?

Bernie Cole?

Some people.

Monsieur, Mademoiselle Elsa Hart is
singing here, is she not?

Who wants to know?

There is a poster outside.

What I want to know is, is it Elsa Hart
the American?

No.

I heard her in New York once, you
understand.

Oh, yes.

Oh, she's Canadian.

Like those Dion quintuplets.

It's going to be all the rage soon,
Canada.

We'll have Canadian this, Canadian that.

Bernie Carlton always fought a trend
known for it.

I know you're there.

But if the manager says she's
Canadian... But of course she would tell

Hastings.

She has stolen the blueprints. Her
enemies are pursuing her. She changes

name. Why not also her nationality?

Yes, I suppose so.

Then in spite of all her precautions,
she discovers that someone has tracked

down.

So she decides to leave her own
apartment.

And to install someone of the same name.

The Robinsons?

Well, you mean the landlady's using them
as a decoy. Yes, mon ami.

The charitable landlady, the devious
agent of espionage, and perhaps also the

singer Elsa Hart are surely one and the
same.

I thought I was the one with the fertile
imagination. This is fantastic.

No, Hastings.

This is a plot of sinister dimensions.

The Robinsons are to be the victims of a
ruthless assassin.

Penelope Maitland from the latest
companion.

I sent a note round earlier.

Ah, yes.

Very nice, too.

Please come in.

Why do you never answer your telephone?

You get all these nuisance calls these
days, don't you?

A friendly word of warning, my dear.

She wasn't keen on the idea.

She may seem a bit frosty. Put it down
to artistic temperament.

I'm sure you're used to dealing with all
sorts of people in your line of

business. Yes, indeed.

Break down the corridor, second on the
left. Good luck.

Come and see me afterwards for a drink.

Miss Elsa Hart?

Yes?

Penelope Maitland from The Ladies'
Companion.

Why don't you come in?

Oh, I see your repertoire includes
Lullaby of Broadway.

It's one of my own favorites. Really?
Glad you like it.

Now, Miss Maitland, why would the
readers of the... Ladies' Companion.

Right.

Why would anyone want to read about a
nightclub singer?

It's the glamour and the romance, Miss
Hart.

The image of the modern woman.

Now, I understand you've only been in
England a short time.

You say she has been touring the capital
cities of Europe with her husband for

the past nine months?

Yes, working in a variety of nightclubs.

But our intrepid journalist was not
convinced, huh?

Anyone who claims to have been tag
-hunting in the Bois de Boulogne, Mr.

has been seriously misinformed about
life on the continent.

Extraordinaire.

There was something more?

There was a song sheet in her dressing
room.

An American publication dating back to
last January.

I have it on good authority.

It isn't obtainable outside the United
States.

It could only have been obtained in
America.

Miss Lemon, I believe that the newest
recruit of the ladies' companion has

made us good.

It's gone midnight.

How long are we going to wait?

All night, if necessary, mon ami.

I am afraid you may lose your beauty
sleep.

I wouldn't get a wink anyway, trying to
fathom out who's who in this espionage

business.

It is a devious affair.

How did Romero manage to steal the
documents in the first place?

Carlo Romero was not a thief, mon ami,
but a temptress.

Hastings, I will recount to you the
little history.

It is a story that will remind you of
your favorite cinema.

To begin, we have to go back six months
to the east side of New York, where the

notorious Carl Romero was working as a
singer in a nightclub.

And he can eat me.

He granulated sugar.

I never cheat on my sugar.

Cause I'm too sweet on my sugar.

That sugar, baby.

She had sought out and seduced a young
clerk in the American Department of the

Navy.

His name was Luigi Valdan.

How did it go?

Like taking candy from a baby.

I'll get ready.

Meet you out front in ten minutes.

He was so besotted with his siren that
persuading him to steal the secret

from the U .S. Navy was an easy task.

Unknown to Valdano, the accomplice of
Carlo Romero in this sinister plot was

husband.

That same night, Baldano drove Carlo
Romero to a deserted wharf, where he

believed he had arranged a rendezvous
with an agent of the Italian government.

The blueprints for the new American
submarine would be exchanged for half a

million dollars.

This is it, baby.

Take it nice and slow.

Luigi!

You made it all too easy.

Carla, no!

Goodbye,

lover boy.

Let's get out of here.

Their instruction had been to deliver
the blueprints to the contact in the

Brotherhood. But Romero and her husband
had a better idea.

Instead of passing the documents to her
masters in the Mafia, Carla Romero and

her husband fled across the Atlantic
under the name of Robinson to sell the

documents for their own gain.

Then they discovered they had an
assassin on their trail.

Yes. And the deception of Carla Romero
so infuriated the Mafia, The Decode of

Honor would demand revenge.

I still think it would have been safer
to evacuate the Robinson.

To do so would have created the
unnecessary attention.

If they are as innocent as I suspect, it
would be better that they know nothing

of this.

me a river.

I mean...

Nowhere to be seen.

Poro, this is a disaster.

Well, do not worry, mon ami. He will not
return here tonight.

Our young friends are safe.

But now it is time to make our
acquaintance with the elusive Carlo

I think, Poirot, Chief Inspector, let's
give up.

Poirot, let's go. Go on, let's go.

I could be a king, dear, uncrowned,
humble or poor,

rich or renowned.

Evening, Mr. Poirot.

Good evening, Monsieur Coe. You're a
quiet one.

You'll put in a good word for me with
the Chief Inspector, eh? Have no fear,

Monsieur Coe.

You see, Agent Burr, sometimes the lost
dog can be found in a place so

conspicuous it is the last to be
considered.

You'd better be right, Poirot, or I'll
be the one chasing lost dogs in Alaska.

I think we can rely on Mr. Poirot's
little grey cells, but... Bottle of

champagne. She's performing a nice song
now, Chief Inspector.

Let's hope so, Mr. Cole.

As soon as she leaves the stage, I want
you to clear the building.

You can depend on me, Chief.

Maria Romero, all right.

Let's tackle her.

What do you think you're playing at?
What?

You can't go waving guns about with that
to me.

Are you kidding me? You just put that to
me and the whole operation's off.

Nobody's going to believe this.

The idea.

Look after this, Constable.

If I had you, there's just nothing

I couldn't do.

Oh, no, please, after you.

I'll just stay in the background with my
knitting.

Yeah?

Ah,

Mademoiselle Hart.

I had hoped to find you here, monsieur.

Is this a deputation of admirers or
something?

Ah, well, in a way, yes.

Mademoiselle Hart, indeed, you have a
fine voice.

Can we just do this? All right, all
right. The life of the chanteuse is a

glamorous one.

Are we going to talk her to death or
what? But your real talents,

the cunning and deception are far more
taxing, no?

What do you think you're doing here?

Is this a party or something?

Yeah, a farewell party, sweetie.

Mademoiselle Hart, would you prefer to
be called Carla Romero or perhaps even

Madame Robinson?

With an assassin on your trail, you
substituted the other Robinsons into

flag. You have been very clever, but
there is one thing I must know, madame.

Was it you who first realized the value
of Valdano's position at the Department

of the Navy?

Yeah. I had all the big ideas.

They just palmed all the greenbacks.

And there could never be a position for
a woman of your ingenuity in the...

Pardon. In the Brotherhood?

Brotherhood. Look, the FBI is
unequivocal in this matter. There is no

as the goddamn Brotherhood.

They wouldn't listen to me.

Oh, yeah. So you thought you'd just take
on the whole world, huh?

Well, it's the end of the road for you,
lady.

So why don't you just hand over the
blueprints now and we can all go home?

Washington will be glad to get this
back.

I'd move it.

You too.

You thought you could kill Luigi and
double -cross the Cosa Nostra.

Well, he was a wrong sister.

Now we're going to settle this gore.

This is good.

Everybody's got a heater except the good
guys.

You're just going to stand there and let
him shoot me?

That's my gun.

No, no, no.

I have no time for these so -called
mobsters of America.

I have seen enough of this charade.

One more move is good night.

Good night and good riddance.

This is a respectable club.

Arrivederci, Carla. Sir Hastings, never
will you trust your old friend, huh?

Keep walking.

I took the precaution to remove the
bullets while we were in the apartment

the Robinsons.

How did you know you'd follow us here?

Ah, well, when we left Camden Hill Gate,
the assassin was lying in wait.

I mentioned our rendezvous with Carlo
Romero so that he would be sure to

So, Agent Bird, we have killed both the
birds with one shot, huh?

And without firing a single shot,
there's no way to run a country.

So, you say this association of
criminals sent a hitman after Miss

Yes, but she had planned to deceive him
by installing the young couple of the

same name in her old apartment.

And what about your joke with a gun,
Poirot?

Ah, well, Inspector, you and...

Captain Hastings are so fond of the
suspense.

How could I resist the temptation to
bring this intriguing case to the most

dramatic climax?

Well, Mr.

Poirot, I've really got to hand it to
you.

You're most kind, monsieur.

And the U .S. government, I'm sure,
would like to reward you for all your

efforts. The Navy will always be in your
debt.

Tea's ready.

In the kitchen, if you don't mind.

That's terribly kind of you.

A gang of burglars working the whole
building. Quite extraordinary.

Do you expect to catch them?

Unfortunately not, madam.

They were a professional outfit. They
would have had a man on watch. By the

we arrived, they were gone.

I suppose we should be grateful nothing
was stolen.

And we should thank Captain Hastings for
his vigilance.

Because if he had not noticed that the
door for the dustbins had been tampered

with... I say... Look at this.

Now, there's a real professional's tool,
if ever I saw one.

I'm very careless to leave it behind, if
you ask me.

Perhaps I should have it checked for
fingerprints.

You will find nothing, Chief Inspector.

For the real professional, he wears the
gloves.