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There. What on earth do we need more bookshelves for?

A collection of detective classics, of course.

Got our Sherlock Holmes, Wrecked Dad, Ellery Queen, Bulldog Drummond. Show

who's next.

Edgar Wallace.

Need yards and yards for him.

We haven't even had an Edgar Wallace yet.

Jack looked out the window and seen something beginning with M.

Motorcycle? Nope.

Monkey? Nope.

Mussolini. Don't be daft.

Getting warm?

Nope. Anybody home?

Marriott, right.

Well, good morning, Mr and Mrs Beresford.

Morning.

I hope I'm not interrupting you again. No, we were just discussing bookshelves.

Ah, yes.

Very interesting.

May I ask you what context?

For our Edgar Wallace books.

I've heard tell that he writes two books at a time, holding a pen in each hand,

as well as dictating a third to his secretary.

Really?

Oh, but as Tuppence points out, we haven't had an Edgar Wallace case yet.

Well, now, there's a coincidence for you. Where?

Because I've come to ask the brilliant Beresford for their help in a very sort

of Edgar Wallace case.

Oh. Wait till I put on my brilliant expression.

Well, maybe you get swollen-headed about it just because you've solved a couple

of cases with amazing luck. Amazing skill?

Amazing luck. In my experience, one is as useful as the other.

You should have been a diplomat, Inspector.

That's part of the job, too.

Now, what would you two say to helping me round up a big gang?

Is there such a thing?

What do you mean, is there such a thing?

Well, I always thought that gangs were a figment of the writer's imagination.

Like super crooks and master criminals?

Well, true, master crooks and super criminals aren't that thick on the

ground, but there's any amount of gangs hanging about.

Well, Inspector.

Are you telling me that you can't catch them?

Well, it's like this, sir.

Albert.

Albert.

We at the yard believe this gang is a bit la-di-da.

Who blew blood at it? Knobs.

Upper class?

That sort of thing.

Now, it's a well-known fact.

that my chaps at the guard are fearless and strong as oxen and make first-class

husbands. But they find it a bit difficult to mix believably with the

hochmond, so to speak.

With the... Yes, you might put it like that, sir.

I might flat-foot it. That's near the mark, miss.

What crime is this gang mixed up in?

Forgery.

Banknotes. Hundreds of them floating about.

Without being spotted?

Exactly.

Most artistic bit of work it is, too.

You did happen to have one on, you do?

Well, as a matter of fact, just by chance, I did happen to bring one along.

Do you have a magnifying glass?

Do we have a magnifying glass? What sort of detective agency do you think this

is?

Albert.

Magnifying glass.

Magnifying glass?

Behave yourself, Albert. Sorry, sir.

That young man.

Well, he's useless most of the time, and then suddenly he's completely

expendable.

By Jove.

That looks perfectly all right to me. Yes, have a look.

Hmm.

Could have fooled me.

That's exactly what it's doing all over London.

But after all the trouble the gang take over the overlaying of the watermark...

They go and make a very silly mistake.

Why? Look at the forgery first.

How does that line of writing read?

The Bank of England promised to pay the bearer on demand the sum of one pound.

And a genuine note?

Bank of England promised to pay the bearer on demand the sum... Well, it's

the same.

Try again, sir.

Look carefully.

Bank of England...

Oh, gosh, yes, I see.

What, what?

I promised to pay the bearer. Oh, let me have a look.

I promised to pay the bearer. Oh, yes, of course.

Et cetera, et cetera, signed by the Secretary of the Treasury.

Right. But that I and the promise are so close that it could easily be missed.

Exactly. And who's going to read a banknote?

Well, I hope you are, Mrs. Beresford.

So where do we fit in, Inspector?

Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, oh.

Yes. Yes, well... No, I think that's my note, sir. Oh, sorry.

What exactly do you want us to do?

Well, keep an eye out for these things.

Oh, no, a lot more than that, my dear.

You see, all the yard has found out so far is that these dud notes...

..are being circulated from the West End. But you don't know who by?

By who?

Neither.

But I'm sure it's summer day pretty high up in the social scale.

Oh, I see.

So you want out to infiltrate.

Nightclubs, gambling, dancing the night away.

Examining banknotes and getting hit over the head. No, no, the danger will be

minimal. Society folk are not violent. Really?

Well, what about Mrs. Barney and Madam Farney?

Well, two rotten apples don't spoil the harvest.

Nor make a summer.

Quite so, madam.

And then there's the other side of this business.

The other side?

No, the other side of the channel.

Some of these notes have been passed in France and Germany.

Belgium and Holland, too.

Oh. Well, isn't there anyone that you suspect?

Well, this is where we have to tread carefully, as you can well understand.

But between ourselves, there is one person who's interesting us a good deal.

A major laidlaw.

Ever heard of him?

Something to do with racing, isn't he?

Right. Runs a stud farm. Right again.

My cousin, Fruity Faulkner, knows him.

Fruity Faulkner?

Would that be Captain James Faulkner? That's the one.

Mind you, we've nothing against Laidlaw of the Yard, but there's a suspicion

that he's been involved in a couple of rather shady transactions.

Rigged races, stewards' inquiries, that sort of thing? Exactly.

And then there's his wife.

What about her?

She's French.

Other side of the channel.

She has a train of admirers.

She's very fond of the tables.

Gambling.

The landlord certainly spends a lot of money.

And I'd like to know where it comes from. You know, I think I met her once.

With Fruity.

Yes.

Marguerite.

Ah, before we were engaged.

Yes, very beautiful.

Very French.

Well, I never met her.

Well, here's your opportunity, Mrs. Beresford.

Do you know the Python Club in Upper Brook Street?

Yes, I do.

Ah, well, that's where I met Marguerite Laidlaw.

Mind you, I'm sure it's a coincidence, but a lot of these dud notes have been

circulated at the Python Club.

Now, I've heard that that place is not all it seems.

Oh? Hmm.

They run a small casino in the back room for members who feel like a flutter.

That would be illegal.

Precisely.

I'm sure it's only a rumour.

The place is run impeccably. They have a very high-class clientele.

And that's where the laidlaws spend most of their evenings.

So where do we come in?

Get Fruity for... Captain James Faulkner, to put you both up for

membership of the club. There's no danger of the laidlaws or whoever the

forges are spotting you as detectives. Oh, right, Your Honour.

We've got to know where the stuff comes from. You mean, Major Laidlaw goes out

of a morning with an empty suitcase and comes back of an evening with it crammed

to the gills full of forged banknotes. Now, having trailed him hither and yon,

I catch him in the act.

I don't think it'll be that easy, sir.

I think my husband's talking allegorically.

Ah. Or metaphorically.

Oh.

And don't forget the lady.

No, my husband... That was not likely to forget a lady.

Or her father.

Oh, she has a father. Oh, yes.

Even French ladies have fathers.

Ah, Monsieur Peroulard.

He might easily be the contact across the channel. You leave him to us. I

will.

I'll put some money into your bank account this afternoon.

Yes, I say.

For expenses.

Of course.

So that you'll have some hard cash to gamble with.

And so that I can dress suitably. Quite so.

Mrs. Beresford must equip herself with suitable outfits for the Python Club.

What about 100 pounds?

Are you sure you can print it in time?

Shake well, but

not too long.

God.

Do you like it? Do I like it?

Well.

Well.

It's absolutely flabbergasting.

And the shadow.

Deep as the night.

And the cherry lipstick.

I bet it glows.

In the dark.

Oh, darling, you do say the most divine thing to boost a chap's ego.

And hardly a motive in sight.

What about this one?

Oh, no. What you've got on is the cat's whiskers.

They're not worth it.

Another night?

You're quite a rake at heart, aren't you, darling? It's a good thing you're

married to a steady, sober, sensible sort of chap like me.

Well, you go and look into the Python Club.

You might not be as sober as you think.

Now, what's that you're mixing?

A horse's neck. At last we have an Edgar Wallace case.

Slush.

What? That's what they're called, forged notes.

Slush. Oh, at last we're proper busy.

And we're out to get the crackler.

What exactly is a crackler when he's at home?

He isn't very often. It's a word I've just invented.

He's a chap who forges banknotes and puts them into circulation.

They crackle, so he's a crackler.

Simple.

I think I prefer Rossler.

More sinister.

No, crackler's more Edgar Wallace. Oh, OK.

Crackler, it is then.

And we're out to get you.

Ah, there they are. Come meet them, Marguerite.

Tommy, you managed to get here. Jimmy, splendid to see you again. That's good

to hear from you.

May I introduce you to my wife?

Nona's topic.

Delighted to meet you.

Here.

And this lady is Mrs. Laidlaw, my friends, Mr. and Mrs. Perris. Hello. How

do you do?

How do you do?

Hello again.

Now, what drink?

Horses' neck, please.

Marguerite?

Well, now.

You tell me, yes?

What is yours?

Oh, I think I'll have a horse's neck, too.

Good. Then I, too, will have a neck of a horse.

Splendid. Take a few.

Three Gigi's, Harry, and a whiskey soda. Yes, Captain.

What's the other side of King Kong standing there? Oh, that is the tables.

Can anyone go in?

Only if you know.

The habitué, is that so?

Oh, can't we go in and have a bit of a flutter?

Nothing easier, darling.

Here we are, one little Gigi, two Gigi's and a third past the post.

Ah, bunghels. Get off your nose.

What about a bit of a whirl, Mrs Beresford?

On the dance floor, the old... Oh, yes, say I. I do love to dance, don't I,

Tommy?

Don't I, Tommy?

Sorry, darling, what was that? I love to dance.

And we will take our lack of a herd...

and invade the holy of holies. Right you are.

It's very sad.

Very sad.

I'll take another half a dozen wool points.

These are wistables, sir.

You know what? I thought I was back in the States.

I'll have a half a dozen wistables. Very good, Mr. Ryder.

That is my husband.

Shame it.

Card, please.

He could be told I was dead and he would not stop playing.

Papa?

Tommy Barris, please. How do you do?

How do you do, Mr. Barris, Father?

This is Major Nate Lowell.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Joe, that was absolutely spiffing. You danced divinely.

You're no slouch yourself.

I see.

May I call you Tuppence?

Oh, yes, please do.

I'm Jimmy.

I'm Jimmy.

Let's have another drink. Same again?

Oh, yes.

A horse's neck, please.

One Gigi Harry and a whiskey soda.

Come on, Captain Faulkner.

Thank you.

My word, your husband's a lucky fellow.

I've always thought so.

Were you dancing the way you do?

A lot and a lack.

He doesn't enjoy it very much. What?

Doesn't cotton on to the odd spot of terpsichore? Not really.

Well, we must put that right.

I command you to come here night after night just to dance with me.

That's a date.

Dates?

What's the damage, Harry?

To you, Captain, 30 shillings. And to anybody else, a quid.

Oh, I say, they look nice.

These, I suppose they do.

And crackling. Where did you get them from?

Port of the Press.

More likely gambling here, in my case, or the race.

Thank you, madam.

Keep the change, Harry.

Thank you, Captain.

Fung ho.

Cheers.

Oh. Cut.

There.

Down.

Well, I think that's enough for me for one night.

Oh, Jimmy, too sad.

But I must have another throw.

Two or three.

Look at my husband.

I'll see you later, perhaps.

Thank you.

I will winkle you out.

Did you win?

Not exactly. Did you have a nice dance?

It was a divine piece of pedicure.

What?

Oh, my word, you're a lucky dog, Tommy.

I say, Tubbins, what about a flutter in the old Holy of Holies? Oh, Robert.

I'll take you to a couple of tenors.

Oh, no, a tenor's much too heady for me.

A quid's more my pace. Just as you say. Come on, then.

Have fun.

Yes, sir.

Horses' neck, please. Yes, sir.

Good evening.

Good evening.

You can't beat the French, can you?

I beg your pardon?

The French, you can't beat them.

I refer to Mrs.

Laidlaw. Marguerite.

She is the most beautiful woman I've ever set eyes on. Yeah, she's very

lovely.

I'm from America, sir.

I thought you might be.

Hank Ryder, New Jersey.

Tommy Beresford.

St. John's Wood.

I am pretty new to this kind of highlight.

I only made my pile a little while ago. Really?

I've come to Europe to see life.

Where else have you been, may I ask?

Yeah, um, France, Gay Paris, Berlin, Vienna, Belton.

Uh, no, not yet.

Your horse is next, sir. Oh, thank you. Would you like a drink?

I'm still going, thank you.

I'm afraid that's the smallest I've got.

That's quite all right, sir.

Well, cheers.

Cheers.

Oh,

it's a terrible shame.

Such a lovely creature's got to have money worries.

Jimmy,

darling, do me a big favor.

Of course, Marguerite. Anything within my feeble power.

Tomorrow at Ascot, I fancy very much Penning Prince for the four o'clock.

I'm told he cannot lose.

He has your backing, and he wouldn't dare to, my dear.

Twenty pounds, on the note.

Right here.

Oh, let me have those for a couple of pennies, Joey.

I can't get my life away with pennies.

Pleasure. Thanks.

Well?

Difficult to tell.

Well, I got a twenty from Madam Laidlaw via Jimmy.

Mine had changed from the bar.

What's that?

Turkish. Whatever for?

Sober you up.

I beg your pardon?

Sober us both up. I'm absolutely swimming in horse's neckness.

In what?

In horse's neckness.

Horse's neck?

That's what I said.

Horse's neckness.

Good grief. What's that apparition you're wearing? Do you like it? It's my

new negligee.

Like it or not, you didn't.

Oh, tuppence you did. You bought it out of the money that Marriott gave us.

I should dress the part.

Yes, in working or even working hours. But at this time of night... And it

gives me a feel of the thing. An obituary of an illegal gambling club.

Long cigarette holders.

Hangovers.

Why, don't you think it?

Yes. But will you stop being so damned feminine while I'm trying to examine

these damned banknotes?

Well, just pretend that I'm not here. Right. Thanks very much.

Now...

Out of the four I got a change from the bar, only one is a dud.

That could be anybody's. Exactly.

And out of your 20, four are forgeries.

Madam Laylaw got those from her husband.

Who was playing chamois.

So he could have gotten from the cashier or from anywhere.

So that doesn't help much.

Well, never mind.

That means we'll have to go back to the Python Club and I can wear another

dress.

Tuttons, concentrate on this bit.

These dart notes are all new and crisp, so they can't have been fondled,

handled by very many people.

Drink your chocolate, darling.

Well, it's hot.

Stinger. Yes, Rachel.

A horse's neck. Yes.

Were you racing today?

Yes.

Ask her?

Yes.

Successful? Yes.

Can I and Prince win?

No.

I only ask because I think you're white-backed.

Oh?

You obviously enjoy gambling.

Yes.

Me too.

Oh. But I don't have much luck.

No? And then I usually run out of cash.

Yes.

I often wonder why I don't make my own. Then I could gamble all day long.

Yes.

I suppose like most good gamblers, you keep your cards pretty close to your

stomach.

Yes.

Can't give much away?

No.

I hate to ask, but could you change a ten-pound note?

I can change that for you, madam.

One hundred.

One hundred and ten.

Twenty. Thirty.

Forty. Fifty.

Sixty. Seventy.

Eighty.

Ninety.

Two hundred.

Thank you, Jimmy.

And jolly rotten luck.

Why, she's a little witch, that one, huh?

Talk about a poker face.

I'll win you back tomorrow night.

Drink.

Mr. Ryder, I think you should go back to your hotel.

Why, the crowd?

Yeah, don't fancy that.

I know what he looks like.

Huh? Photos in the sporting and dramatic.

Major Laidlaw and friends at the Derby, that sort of tribe.

So, what have we got to do then, sir?

You get on your motorcycle and follow him to Ascot.

Now, if he heads for the Royal Enclosure, you won't be able to get in

there. Why not? Because you'll need a topper or a large picture hat with

flowers on it. Can't you lend me one?

Anyhow, the important thing is to watch if he stops anywhere.

And if he does, make a note of everything he says.

Or does.

And if he's carrying anything.

Like what?

Oh, briefcase, satchel, anything that could hold banknotes. Right.

Leave it to me.

Now, wait a minute.

He lives in, uh, early mansions off Baker Street.

And drives a Rolls.

I'm on my way, partner.

I don't think all those gangster films are a good influence on our Albert.

What seems to be the trouble?

Trouble?

Oh, it's this here toggle.

Where?

Here.

I don't see nothing.

Well, driving, what you do, you like, is not don't have no toggles.

Oh, fixed it.

All right, so what's the game?

Game? What you on about?

You've been following us all day.

I ain't.

I saw you outside my gentleman's house this morning.

Oh, me?

Yes, you.

Why are you following us?

I ain't. I've been to the races and all.

You best buzz off.

I was just going.

And if I ever set eyes on you again, my lad, it will be the worst for you.

Who the devil do you think you are?

I said.

I've as much right to be standing here as what you have.

And did he threaten you?

Threaten me?

No, sir, I threatened them.

Anyway, he comes over, right, throwing his weight about. Did you see money

change hands?

Yeah. At this here posh pub.

Well, first he takes out a wad of notes, strips one off for the waiter, and hands

the rest to the other bloke.

And then after that bit where you threatened them?

They went straight to the Python Club.

You're sure?

Yep, straight there.

Oh, thanks, Albert.

You've done just... Well.

Ah, Chuck Smith, as it were, nothing.

Thank you, Robert.

Well, what do you think, darling?

I don't know.

Could it just be Monsieur Errol I paying Major Laidlaw back a debt?

Yes. But it'd hardly bring out false notes in the full light of day.

No. Of course, you know Major Laidlaw's blind.

Blind? Is it that?

I don't believe you.

That's why that frog always stays so close to him, leading him about.

Oh, but why didn't you tell us before?

Well, I saw him today for the first time.

That's Jim.

Oh, la, la. I knew.

I'm afraid you're hungry, folks.

That'll be, uh, what?

Fifty pounds, then, you owe me.

May I join you at the next game?

No. No, I should see if I can do better at roulette.

Will you join me?

Ah, Mr. Farnsworth, why don't I buy you a drink?

If you'll excuse me, I'll join you later.

Well, what's your poison young man? I would like to tell you just at the

moment

Ah, my tummy. Here you are.

Look, I have one and one.

Yes, you certainly have.

What does it take showing off all that money?

Oh, I'll let you show me how to lose it all before the evening is out. Look, why

don't I change that for you?

You're too big a nose.

Oh, you English. So careful. So wise.

And so charming.

They're all forgeries.

But where did she get them from?

She won them.

At roulette, I think. Very smart.

Well, you spent most of your evening dancing with Jimmy.

What's that got to do with anything?

For all we know, he could be the chap forging the notes. Oh, no. Not Jimmy.

Anyway, I think it's fun mixing business with pleasure.

Matter of fact, I haven't enjoyed myself so much for years.

We're not supposed to be enjoying ourselves.

You're supposed to be running a gang of forgers to earth. And what about you and

that French phony?

Purely business.

And no pleasure?

Purely minimal.

I see it as a process of elimination.

What's that mean?

It means if you and I were accused of forgery and it wasn't me, then I'm

eliminated and it must be you.

I might have known.

You see, it could be any one of the habitués of the Python Club.

Habitué are the people who go there.

For I know that.

Or if it's a gang, as Inspector Merritt thinks, then it could be all of them.

Yes, that makes sense.

Major Laidlaw, even though blind, his wife, her father, Monsieur Everlard,

that American chap, Jimmy Faulkner, even Harry the barman. But what if it isn't a

gang? Ah, well, then it could be any one of them.

Mind you, one of them might be the leader of the gang, but the other

members might not be the obituaries.

Obituaries. Yes, that's an idea.

Like in Jailbait. There was this little old woman, right? We saw that, Albert.

Oh, yeah.

That's right.

Now, if this were an Edgar Wallace case, then the criminal could be somebody

pretending to be somebody else.

The ringer.

There's a detective that turns out not to be a detective. Yes, we saw that too,

Albert. Sorry.

Mind you, if the major isn't really a major... Or even blind...

Marguerite Laylaw isn't really French. Her father isn't her father.

And Jimmy... Hang on, hang on.

Just because these people are handling the counterfeit money doesn't

necessarily mean that they're printing it. No, of course not, but... What is

it, darling?

Are you all right, Mrs B?

She's having one of her hunches.

Whitehall.

One, two, one, two.

Inspector Merritt.

She's on to something.

Do you remember the face of the frightened lady?

Shh, shh, shh.

Inspector Merritt.

Mrs. Beresford.

No, no, not yet.

But there's something I want you to do for me.

Phone all the big hotels and find out a large number of forged notes.

Have been used to pay big bills.

Yes. We'll wait here till you ring.

Well? Here, come on, Mrs. Space Builder, Baines.

I'm right.

It's too dangerous for us.

I'll have you in a minute, Tommy. See you in the gaming room. Right then.

Mr. Ryder!

What are you doing?

A goddamn hat stand.

Never shining like that in New Jersey.

Holy smoke, Burtford. You know what? You've got two heads.

Ah, but I've only got one hat.

Wow, what do you know? Sure you have.

That is remarkable.

Why don't you try that one?

Boy, am I used.

I missed all my joints earlier on. I missed them in a beer tanker. Bet me I

wouldn't. Oh?

Who did?

Oh, who do you think?

My grief.

This was fun.

Look, old chap. Why don't you go home?

I've got nowhere to go to. What about your hotel?

Well, I'll tell you when I'm home.

Anyway, I promise you I'm going to join her after the treasure hunt.

What treasure hunt?

I'm telling you, young man, the treasure hunt.

The dirty sack of starters. They do it all the time.

Anyway, she took me there in her car.

Where? I don't know.

Cobblestones. It was 500 pounds.

Oh, you're pulling my leg.

I'm telling you, it was white something.

White hole?

No. White chuckle.

That's it.

Had you found 500 pounds there?

I didn't. She did.

She left me outside.

She's always leaving me outside.

It's very sad.

Do you think you'll find your way back again?

Well, of course.

Hank Ryder doesn't lose his bearings that easy.

I'm home then.

There we go.

Mind your head.

Hey, is that the Rolls Royce?

No, Trevor, it's a Bentley, actually.

How's it run?

I didn't mind the face of chips.

To earn the money to play here, madame.

Yeah, listen.

If I think that we turn to the right, then we keep going.

There's a phone box.

Hey,

where do you want a phone from?

Oh, the Python Club.

That's up and smear where I am.

Well, you think she'll be worried?

I hope so.

No time for your errant husband.

Apparently not.

A dance while waiting? No, thank you, Jimmy. I'm tired.

Drink, then.

Oh, why, a little champagne would be reviving.

Good gal.

See that pub?

Yes.

It's down there, down that street there.

You want to drop in for a quick one?

Probably could.

Okay.

All right. Turn down there.

Why are we doing all this?

You saw that moolah still buried down here.

Could be.

Are we putting a little more on the table?

Possibly. You don't.

Hey, that's it.

Pull over down there.

Where are we going?

Whitechapel. Oh, why?

All he said was chat.

What in the world?

She went in there. You saw her?

I'm sure.

She left me down in the alley.

But how could you tell?

They all look the same.

Like the story of the princess and the soldier.

I don't know that one. It might reach a real princess, but there's certainly no

soldier. Yes, well, they put a cross on the door to show which one it was.

I'll be darned. I think I'll do the same.

Why?

In case we're in danger.

What are we doing now?

We should step inside.

Good evening, Mr. Berryford.

Willie the Oyster Opener. Turn out the gas.

Ah, the hedgehog. Shut your trap.

Put your hands up.

Got him, boys.

So, Mr. Busy Busy.

Reaching the end of the trail, huh?

Mr. Hank Ryder.

What a surprise.

I have been laughing fit to bust these past few days.

Rich, you know, I was on to you right from the start.

I knew you weren't really in with that crowd of the Python.

I let you play about for a bit until I got you suspicious of the lovely

Marguerite. And then I said to myself, now's the time to lead him to it.

And now I'm on the spot.

Well, it looks like it. I mean, I'm not giving up this business for the sake of

two amateur peepers.

So what are you going to do?

Bump me off?

Well, have you got any other suggestions?

I wouldn't bank on that cross that you put on that door. Why not?

Well, I know that cockeyed fairy story. I went back and I put a cross on all the

other doors.

By the time they find the right door in your body, me and the boys will be out

of the country.

With Major Laidlaw and his wife.

Them? God, they're only interested in horses.

They're not in our league, Sonny.

Really?

Well, let's get it over with.

Thought you were so clever, didn't you? We were a step ahead of you all the way.

Well done, sir.

Just in time, Inspector.

Toby? Are you all right?

Never better.

Well, Inspector, you were right about the Python Club.

May I introduce you to Mr. Hank Ryder, his henchman and equipment.

I said I'd get you, Crackler, and I have.

Crackler? What the hell are you talking about?

You'll find it in the next criminal dictionary.

Etymology doubtful.

Take him away.

Why did you get those cats to leave us here? Oh, I not only requite myself with

chalk, but for the file of valerian.

What on earth, valerian?

It stinks to eye of them, but cats love it.

Oh, no, I'll keep them.

Cats is what he said, and cats is what I look for. They was outside the door when

I arrived.

But there was no need to go and pick up Miss Miss Beresford. It could have been

dangerous. Oh, no, she won't want to miss all the fun. No, quite right.

Well, thank you very much for your help.

Always a pleasure, Inspector.

Though I have to admit, it was my clever wife who first suspected the Yankee.

The hotel where he was staying had hundreds of pounds worth of forged

banknotes palmed off.

Mind you, I wouldn't trust those others at the Python Club further than I could

throw them.

Tiddles, perhaps, but no forgeries.

I'm afraid it turned out more dangerous than I'd anticipated.

What with Jimmy Faulkner dancing too.

Oh, divine them.

Marguerite fluttering her eyelids at Tony.

Yes, well, good night, miss.

See you in the morning.

Not to mention all those cocktails.

Hanging on her everywhere.

Well, it was quite a dangerous job.

A very dangerous job.