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Feed thesolution into the glass cage. We'll see if our experiment is a success.

Mr Kipler... - What? Alright, now the vaporiser.

More pressure!

lt worked. l'vedone it. A new poison. Odourless and immediate.

lt kills animals in less than ten seconds.

And also humans.

Humans, Mr Kipler? - 100 percent efficient.

And no onecan resist. - But, Mr Kipler...

Well? This discovery will make me rich. - Yes, but don't you see...

how dangerous this poison is? - Of course l do!

Think of what peoplecould do with it. - l'll see to it they don't get it!

But if you discover a poison, you have to report it to the police.

Naturally. Don't you worry about that. The police will know soon enough.

Now, l would like you to writedown the formula in the register.

l don't feel right about this, Mr Kipler. lt's not my place to tell you what to do,

but l wish l knew what you were up to. - l said write!

Have you brought the poison? - Yes, and you'll find it satisfactory.

And here's the book. l'vealready tested it.

Death is immediate. What about the reward?

Wait right here. You'll get your reward right away.

Thank you, Sir.

Get in there! - Ah, you get me upat 2 am...

to move me to another cell! What was wrongwith theold one?

Oh, it's you, Bartlett. - Yeah, and l'm theone...

who had the guard bring you here. - You?

You want some easy money? - Who doesn't?

500 pounds? 1,000 pounds? - For 500 l'd do a lot,

for 1,000anything. You got that much?

You madea bargain. Only, l don't see what l can do for you in here.

Not in here. Outside. - Outside? l'm in for 4 years.

You can let mesee to that. - Well, say the word, and l'll do it.

But tell me, why did you choose me? - That's why.

Sorry. l got carried away. lt's an old habit of mine.

Yes, l know your record: car thief, pickpocket, a petty crook...

Now, l want you to listen closely. Here's what you're to do for us.

You can begin by shaving.

Get going!

They won't stop me? - l told you, didn't l? Get going!

ln here, Conner.

Comeon, there's no time to waste! Get in here! - lf you say so.

All set? - Yep. Let's go.

Hello, Greaves? They'reon their way.

Six cans of garbage. - Go ahead.

Well, that was easy! - Quite! Get into theseclothes!

Comeon!

Hello, Greaves.

Get in!

All set.

Alright, get out.

We're goingdown, huh? - Yes.

You aren't very talkative, are you? - No.

After you.

What are they for? - This way, Sir.

Stop right there.

Frank Conner, Sir. - That's me.

You were fully briefed before you came? - l was.

Have you any questions? - No. Only...

There's a photograph on that stand. Memorise that face in every detail.

Do not open it under any circumstances!

Anything you say. - l will make you a wealthy man,

Mr Conner, as longas you do exactly as you're told.

But if you should ever try to deceive me, that will be your end.

My men will find you wherever you are. Do l make myself clear?

Quiteclear. - Good.

The interview is finished, Sir.

Here you are.

Pam? What is it? What's wrongwith you?

Pam?

Pam!

That was murder! l had no idea what the bible was meant for!

Quiet! - l won't bequiet! lf l'd known...

Not another word.

No!

Don't, Roy.

No!

l asked you what you'd do for money. And you said, ''anything''.

What will they try next? lnspector Higgins, come in here!

He isn't here right now, Sir John. He's workingon an important case.

ls he? Without telling me?

l always thought policemen areonly interested in keeping law and order.

Not in their own offices! - Where is lnspector Higgins?

Young man, go and bring him here! - Right here, Sir John.

lt's a lucky thingfor you that l'm in a good humour today! Comealong!

Thesecountry doctors aren't such idiots after all.

A young girl falls over dead in a church, of natural causes apparently.

Thedoctor might havediagnosed a heart attack. But hedidn't. Why?

l don't know. l wasn't there. - A young, healthy girl: a heart attack?

He was immediately suspicious. Heasked for an autopsy. This is the result!

What? - Yes. Death by poisoning.

Prussiqueacid? - Doctor Stonedead said...

Stonewood, Sir John. - That's what l said!

By accident l discovered it was poison. - And you'requitesure?

Yes. This is an unknown poison. lt's basis is prussiqueacid.

That's what's so frighteningabout it. Hundreds of other doctors would have...

diagnosed a heart attack. - We're upagainst a tough one, huh?

By the way, did you know l'm now a criminal psychologist?

So you passed the examinations? - Well, yes.

Not exactly with distinction, shall wesay with imagination.

l had to learn in the evening. This case will give me thechance...

to demonstrate my theories. l intend to solve it by psychology alone.

For me the facts are what count. - But that's old hat! Be flexible.

Broaden your outlook! Take your example from me!

Mr Powers? What's goingon?

Police, as you can see. - Police?

Does that worry you, Mr Denver?

What are the policedoing here? - Police?

Do you think it has somethingto do with Pam?

l mean, have they found anythingwrong? - Well, we'll soon know.

l suspect it's about Pam. Maybe Mary can tell them a thingor two.

Why me? Why not ask Betty? - You keep quiet! l think it's best...

if weall keep quiet. - She's right. Weshould avoid trouble.

Alright. Since you don't want to tell them, then don't.

Only, l won't keep my mouth shut. Pam was my best friend.

Don't forget that.

l simply can't understand it. l was also in church that morning.

l was sitting in front of Pam Walsbury. No one even spoke to her.

You mustn't get excited, Mrs Foster. We'll have this all cleared up.

lt's all a question of psychology. Now, one point leaps to mind immediately.

Yes? - What reason could there be...

for the murder of this girl? - No reason!

You're missingthe point. Nobody is ever murdered without a reason.

There must therefore bea reason. - That sounds logical, but...

Shedoesn't see it, Sir John. - What?

Your reasoning. Who was Pam Walsbury?

Family? Fortune? Where was she from? - Pam came from Wales.

Her parents had a small farm there. Her fortune? She had absolutely none.

Who paid her tuition at theschool? - Our scholarship fund.

Run alongto your rooms, ladies. You aren't supposed to loiter in the hall.

Would you kindly go somewhere else if you must keepon pacing! l get nervous.

l regret to say that lunch will bea little late today, gentlemen.

What's goingon anyway, Bannister? - They summed up Pam had a heart attack.

Don't besilly! The police is here. - lt's no useasking me.

l know nothingabout it. - But you know something.

Right, Keyston? - l?

Why me? - Little Pam Walsbury...

was always your favoritestudent. ln fact, you werequite taken with her.

The girls called her Teacher's Pet.

You shut your mouth! - Now, please, gentlemen!

Please exercise a bit of restraint.

And you're repeating thesame pattern, huh?

A little jumpy, isn't he?

Pam Walsbury didn't die of a heart attack. She was poisoned.

We'll find the murderer if you cooperate with us. lf anybody knows...

who the killer is, will you pleasesay so? - Anyone with information, you mean.

That's what l said! - Alright. lf you'veany information,

will you kindly speak up? Even the tiniest details could be very important.

Well, Betty? Nothingto say? - l don't know what you mean!

Betty, Mary and Pam used to go to parties at Mr Denver's.

You'rea liar! You've never been there! - Who is Mr Denver?

A writer. He lives in thesummer house. - Now, Mary. l'd like to hear...

a little bit moreabout these parties. Were they fun?

l suppose you drank and danced, huh? - ls that so terrible, Sir John?

lt's pretty boring just sittingaround in our rooms. Sometimes we go there.

But it's all perfectly innocent. - Are you sure?

lt's a wasteof time if you ask me. They obviously don't feel like talking.

Ridiculous!

They must havea chance to calm their nerves. Once they settledown,

l'm quitecertain they'll remember something useful. Right... Higgins?

Right. Right!

Thank you, Mrs Foster. Don't worry. Thecase is as good as closed.

l hope you realise this looks suspicious.

Who are you? - Mr Keyston, oneof our teachers.

How do you do? - A shame!

Bye.

Betty!

Your methods are psychologically unsound. Especially with these young ladies.

You got to know how to handle them. - lt is murder!

l can't wait until they reveal secrets. - What's this?

''Comeat night. You might get further.'' - l bet that little blonde way...

in the back sneaked it in. - l doubt it.

Didn't you see how shestared at me? lt was downright embarrassing.

l suspect this note has another meaning. - You have thesoul of an old man!

Help! Help! Open this door! Open this door at once!

Let meout of here!

Sir John? What are you doing in there? - l found this a good observation post.

Only someone must have locked thedoor! - l heard a scream just now! Let's go!

Just a minute. l am right behind you!

What did you say? A monk? - Yes, a monk, wearinga red robe...

and a hood pulled over his face. - Why wasn't l told of this?

A monk lives in this place? - Of course not.

When Betty screamed l saw him goingout. - What? You claim you also saw a monk?

Yes! - Maybe he locked you up in that closet.

Nonsense! What would he bedoing in a woman's dormitory? A monk isn't a nun!

No, he's a man. - What do you mean? No, it can't be!

We must see this in another light. l'd say it was a traumatic state...

causingcollective hallucinations, if you follow that.

l'm tryingto, but... - A monk in a red hood.

l don't know what that means exactly, but l'll go homeand look it up.

l see this a littledifferently. - Oh? You do?

They saw a monk because there was a monk. Thequestion is, what did he want?

l've no idea. Unless it was simply to seesomeone. You understand?

What's goingon, Bannister?

Someonescreamed. Didn't you hear it? - Oneof the girls?

Yeah. - Where?

What are you staringat? - Nothing, nothingat all.

What happened? Why did the girls scream? - They say they saw a monk in a red hood.

That mean anythingto you? - A monk? No, Sir.

Nor to me. Wait a minute! How did you know there was a monk?

Trapped you, huh? Arrest him! - But you yourself just told me.

Never mind. Comeon, Sir John.

This way.

The prideof Scotland Yard.

That teacher back therecould have written the note. He's just the type.

Now hold it! Aren't you thecaretaker? Now, let me have the keys.

We'll search every room! - l don't think we'll have much success.

That's where you're wrong. Go on!

Betty!

Betty!

Hello, Harriet! - What are you doing in here?

Go to thedevil! - Alright. l'll follow you.

What's goingon around here? How do you expect anyone to sleep?

So, you sit hereand drink instead! - What do you care?

Harriet!

Good. You did comeafter all. Thank you.

There's nothingto beafraid of, Betty. - What do you want from me?

You know that Pam and l... that we used to meet occasionally?

l wondered if she told you about it. Shedid, didn't she?

Yes. - Sometimes in my room,

once in the gardener's house. All wedid was talk, just a few times.

There's no reason why you should have to tell Mrs Foster or the lnspector...

or anyone else. lt's not important. lt would only complicate everything.

You do see that? l can rely on you then, Betty?

l knew l could. You're very sweet, Betty. l've been wanting...

to tell you for ages how... - Get off me! Let go of me!

You're goingto regret this!

lt's not allowed to smoke here. - l don't care!

l'm leavinganyhow! l'm going home today. - What?

l don't want to be murdered, too. - But, Betty! Betty!

There. l'm packed. - Tell the police what you know.

Not for anything! l don't haveany proof. They can find out for themselves.

What is the meaningof this? You're packing, Betty?

Yes, Mrs Foster. l'm going homeon the night train.

But, Betty... - You can't talk meout of it!

But you didn't say a word to me. l havea responsibility to your parents!

My parents know about it. l phoned them. - You phoned them?

lf you think l'm lying, you call them. - This is so foolish. lf it would help,

the policeare posting guards here. - Guards? What good is that?

You have to pull the trigger, but it's only effectiveat point blank range.

ls that clear? Answer me when l ask you a question!

Yes, it's perfectly clear. - You've been given the photograph?

Yes. A very attractive girl.

That doesn't concern you! She's taking the last bus to the railroad station...

to catch the night train. - She won't get there.

l'll takecareof that. You know, murder's not my land, really.

But l figured in this case there's no great risk...

since it's been so well organised. lt's ideal. No one will ever...

catch up with me. Who'd look for a murderer in prison?

l have no idea what your total plan is, but l hope that...

What?

That you'll give mea generous reward. - Haven't you received your money?

Well, yes. Only...

You talk too much. Comeon.

No! No!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Oh, Mr Bannister! Thank God! - Betty! What are you doingout here...

in the middleof the night? - We've got to get away! The monk!

What monk? l don't know of any monastery. - l saw him just now! Please!

Won't you take me to the bus?

Where to, Miss? - To the train station. Thank you.

Good evening. - Good evening.

You want a light? - Yes, please.

Hey you! What do you think you'redoing? This isn't the bus stop!

l shouted, ''Hey you! What do you think you'redoing?'' l saw him as clearly...

as l see you. He's theone! - Why couldn't he be theone? l admit...

it's hard to be in two places at once... - No! Frank Conner currently is in prison.

You're mistaken. - l was mistaken once in my life:

when l decided to get married. - Thereare lots of jailbreaks, so...

To make you happy l'll pay Frank Conner a visit right now. You come with me.

You'restill here, Majorie? - Yes, Sir John.

l told you l don't like you working at night. lt's not good for your health!

But you need me, Sir John, isn't that right?

The way theocean needs water. - There. You see?

Go ahead. Havea look for yourself.

Go on. Takea look.

lt's theone who's facingthedoor! - Yes, that's Frank Conner.

Are you sure you don't mix up the man in the picture with the man on the bus?

But that is the man on the bus! - Was Conner outsideof here last night...

or was heoutsideof his cell, anyway? - No, lnspector.

You see? Send meover his records. Maybe Conner has a twin brother. Comeon.

But, lnspector... - Comeon, l said.

The killer must have known that Betty would be gettingonto that bus...

to catch the night train. Who knew that Betty intended to leave theschool?

l did, lnspector. - l did, too. l also discussed it...

with a coupleof the teachers. l suppose that wasn't very wise.

Let me handle it my way. l think we have to approach this case more...

Psychologically. - Exactly. Mrs Foster, would you...

and the girls kindly leave the room for a second? Everyone but Ann.

Yes. Comealong, girls.

You've got to create the proper atmosphere: restful. lt's foolproof.

Now, my child. Let's put you in the right mood. Go liedown.

What? - Liedown, l said. Comeon.

There's no need to beafraid. Just relax. Takea deep breath, put your feet up.

That's it. You're very relaxed. Now...

You know you'rea very nice young lady. Has anyone ever told you that?

And very pretty. lsn't that so? Now, my child.

Have you anythingto tell us? - l don't know if this is important...

Everything is important. - lt's about Pam and Betty.

What about them? - Those parties weresort of wild.

They didn't only drink and dance. - What else?

Sir John... - Shh! Go on.

Mr Keyston was kind of after Pam. - Mr Keyston, you say?

What subject does he teach? - Chemistry.

You see? Chemistry, lnspector! - l heard what shesaid.

Why are you standingthere? Arrest him! - But l can't arrest someone...

simply because he's a chemistry... - Use your brain. Charming youngwomen,

candles, music, dancing, strong liquor: the perfect psychological settingfor...

For what? - For all kinds of things.

What do you know about it? For anything you like!

You may go now. Send in the next one. - Yes, Sir.

You'll end up that way, too.

What have you got there?

Just what was in that flask, you were in such a big rush to get rid of?

Becareful, lnspector. - What for?

Because that's prussiqueacid. Prussiqueacid or somethingclose to it.

Someone's tryingto kill me.

Wait outside for a minute, would you, girls?

Why do you say that? That someone's tryingto kill you?

Why do l say that? That isn't my doing. l know how it looks to you, but l swear,

l had nothingto do with it. - Weren't you friendly with Pam Walsbury?

Yes. - ln fact, too friendly.

Yes. - And Betty found out?

Go on. Arrest me, lnspector. After all it's so obvious.

l'm a chemist. You found prussiqueacid. Pam was my girlfriend.

Betty knew it. Both of them were poisoned with prussiqueacid.

lsn't that enough? - No. You just told me...

you had nothingto do with it. - Yes.

But there's one more thing l haven't told you. You'll find out sooner or later.

Until l came here, l hadn't taught in 20 years. l'm an ex-convict.

l killed somebody, oneof my pupils.

And you didn't throw him in jail? - No.

l examined the psychological patterns, and it all fits together...

just a bit too neatly to be true. - What do you know about psychology?

lf l had been handling it, l would have had him arrested on thespot!

Mr Denver?

Mr Denver!

Mr Denver! Mr Denver!

You say Mr Keyston's disappeared? - Yes. This morning hedidn't show up.

All his belongings are gone. - What did l tell you?

You should havearrested him yesterday. - That stupid psychology!

You begin countingon it and right away... - Never mind psychology...

You let the murderer get away! - That's absurd. Someone wants us...

to believe he's the murderer. Why did you employ Keyston, anyhow?

Our former chemistry teacher left us. We needed someone. Keyston applied...

Were you aware that Keyston was a convicted murderer?

Of course not, lnspector.

Harriet? Oh, excuse me.

That's alright, Mr Denver. Come right in.

This is my brother. - l know.

He's a writer. He's been living in... - The gardener's house.

So you'rea friend of Mr Keyston's? - ''Friend'' is a little exaggerated.

You don't know where he is either? - No. l'm a bit worried.

Yes, l imagine you are. l want to talk to you later.

Yes, Sir.

Wait! Mary!

What happened to Keyston? Wheredid he go? Why do the police want him? Do you know?

No! - Don't lie to me, Mary!

lt's true. l don't know anything! l didn't tell anyone, l swear it.

Are you sure? - l've got to go.

l must talk to you. Come to my place tonight. About nineo'clock. l'll wait.

You know what you're to do? - Yes.

One more thing: Carrington told me the police visited you in prison.

What? The police?

Yes. You werecareless. But, never mind. This is the last time...

l'm sending you out. - There's somethingweshould talk over.

No, wait! You said you'd make me rich as longas l did what you said.

Mr Denver?

You're right on time. l was sure l could rely on you. Mary, if you think...

you can put somethingover on me, then you better think again.

What did you tell the police? - Let me go!

How much did you tell them? - Nothing, but l'm goingto.

You're goingto keep quiet!

l know that Pam was in trouble becauseof you. And Betty knew it, too.

You killed Pam! And Betty, too! - Have you gonecrazy?

And you'd also kill me if you could! - Mary!

But l'm not goingto be killed! l'll tell the police everything!

Mary!

We've got an appointment! Get back in there!

Mary!

Conner, throw that gun away!

Here, your blindfold, Sir. - Forget it.

You take me to talk to your boss! - Whatever you say, Sir.

l didn't expect to see you hereagain. - And l didn't expect...

to run into lnspector Higgins either. - l know.

He regognized me. He knows l did it.

l can't go into the penitentiary again. - Just thesame,

you are going back there. - l can't. Don't you understand?

Only too well. l promise you will not be made to answer for your crimes.

Why not? - Because thedead don't talk.

Thedead? Oh, that's it.

You're not goingto kill me because this gun in my hand says different.

That's not gonna do you any good. l see you just thesame.

l'm terribly sorry if l'm causing you any inconvenience, but nobody's gonna...

push mearound and get away with it. Now l'll do the pushing!

l assure you, Frank Conner is in his cell. He hasn't been out all day long.

That would surprise me, Carrington. This time l was theone who saw Conner.

lt wasn't in his cell.

l'll open it, lnspector.

Conner!

He hanged himself, lnspector.

So it would seem.

When was the last cell check? - At eight.

Who was the guard on duty? - l was. He was alright then.

Wasn't thereanother man in this cell? - Yes. Roy Bartlett. He was transferred.

The two men didn't get along. - There'll have to bean investigation.

Are you suggesting l did somethingwrong? - Have you donesomethingwrong?

l admit that Keyston and l gavea party or two. Does that make mea killer?

The girls needed some fun now and then, locked up, dyingof boredom.

So we gave them a little music and dancingand exitement naturally.

Now, now, now! - Keyston dragged me in to it, anyhow.

And how about Frank Conner? - Conner? Who's he?

He is the man who killed Mary, who knew he'd find her at your house!

l swear to you, l've never heard of him! - You're lying, Denver!

Higgins, if you'd let me try... - Psychological persuasion?

Yes. You go on out. Go and have yourself a cupof coffee.

Well, now to us, eh, Denver? You and l are goingto get along nicely.

Of course weare! Now then, to begin with, you must rid yourself of the feeling...

that murder is somethingto beashamed of. Not at all. A little murder hereand there

happens to the best of us. You'll feel better if you get it off your chest.

You aren't getting it off your chest? - l haven't murdered anybody!

Come now. How many corpses have we got here? Three? No, four so far.

And you won't claim a singleoneof them? You mustn't sublimate it,

it's harmful to your ego. Just one! - No!

You're not reacting properly, Mr Denver. Why not?

Do you belongto that cowardly class of criminals who wait until they're...

on the gallows, staringat the hangman's noose, to say, ''Yes, l'm guilty?''

The hangman's noose?

Have you any idea what that's like? Early morning, thick fog, cold.

Everybody's cold except thecriminal. Oh, he feels cold too,

but hedoesn't mind that. He knows that in a few seconds he'll be blindfolded.

They'll put the noosearound his neck. After it goes like... he'll feel nothing.

lf you have to hangsomebody, you could at least pick the right one!

Why not pick the gardener? - The gar...?

Would you likeanother cup? - No, thanks.

May l ask you a question? - l havea date for this evening.

Oh, it's not that. You don't seem to be getting very far with this case.

Yes. You could say that. - Thereareonly two reasons...

to kill women: money or uncontrolled passion. And l lean towards passion.

Yes, so do l.

Go fix mea drink. - Yes, Sir John.

The gardener is the murderer. - The gar...?

Jealous?

What's all this about the gardener? - l never mentioned the gardener.

But you just finished... - l told you nothing!

Oh, you know very well... - Never mind, Sir John. You can go!

Look, Sir John. Let me try my psychology. That man lied to us because he's afraid...

of something. We've got to release him in order to learn what he's afraid of.

But he must havedone it! - Denver?

Yes. He's been arrested. l heard it from Bannister. The police took him in.

Yes, they did. But they didn't arrest me. Ann, l've got to speak to you alone.

l don't want anythingto do with you.

Mr Keyston! Down there is Mr Keyston!

Hello, Mr Denver. Looks like Keyston couldn't take it.

Mr Denver! Why are you so out of breath? - They found Keyston just now.

Where? - Under theswimming pool.

Under... You don't often see that. Comeon, lnspector!

l thought you agreed to leave here. Haven't you done enough?

You and Keyston? - What do you mean? What did l do?

You know very well. l had thesole responsibility for the girls!

And my own brother gets involved with a weaklingand a coward...

and who's been in prison for murder! - But l knew nothingabout it. l swear.

You're lying! - Sometimes l could kill you!

Let's go!

Frank Conner was a thief. - l know that, Sir.

What did lnspector Higgins say about his suicide?

He was forced to accept it. - And the investigation in the prison?

lt's been withdrawn. What elsecould they havedone?

Then everything is alright? - Absolutely.

You takeover from now on. - Anything you say.

Who is it? - Tell him, Greaves.

Ann Portland. Go there tonight.

l've wondered if there wasn't something behind the murders besides a few parties.

And your conclusion? - ln the girls' files l've found that.

Ann Portland! - Ah, yes. That was theone...

l psychoanalyzed. Very pretty, as l recall. Speaking professionally.

Yes. The fact that she's pretty isn't the most important thingabout her.

Do you know the name Portland? - That's theaviation works.

She is thesole heir. The fortune belongs to her when she's 21. That is next week.

But, my dear Higgins! Excuse me. Threeother girls have been murdered,

and they wereall as poor as church mice. - Put through a call to Miss Portland.

Theone who's so pretty?

Aren't you afraid? - l'll bealright.

l wouldn't go out there.

No one's there.

Help! Help! Help!

l wish you'd take that ugly costumeoff.

Your screams were very real, congratulations. You really wereafraid?

l was, yes. l wasn't sure whether it was you or the real monk.

Why are you in thoseclothes? - l hope the killer saw me,

it'll confuse him and he'll makea mistake.

You haven't got a chance! Theonly way out of here is through this door.

l'm goingto call the policeand put you where you belong: in prison!

But first l want to know what your game is.

Who sent you here? Who are you workingfor? Who pays you?

lf you don't comedown from there, l'll shoot you down!

l'll count to three. One, two...

How long must l stay in this place? - Until thedanger is over.

Am l really in such a great danger? - No doubt about it. Hello, Bill.

Hello, lnspector. Always right on time. - Mr Spencer will see to it that you...

have everything you want. Thompson! - lnspector?

You are responsible for her. - Right. This way, Miss.

Goodbye, Ann. - Goodbye.

lnspector?

Yes? - They found another corpseat theschool.

Who is it?

lt wasn't my fault! l ran in to interference! - l know.

You can't know already... - The red monk got there first, didn't he?

Yes, hedid. - l'm not blaming you.

Greaves will take you back.

Greaves? But Greaves disappeared!

Greaves is right here. - You did not do well, Mr Bartlett.

But l'm goingto give you another chance.

The police have taken Ann Portland to thesand pits. l must have her back!

ln spiteof appearances, hedidn't drown. lt looks as if he was hanged.

ln any case, hedied standing up. - Who dies like that?

Keyston was murdered in a standing position and then hanged.

lsn't that right, Doctor? - Precisely.

That reminds meof a case like this one. - Thesinister monk.

That's it! Thecorpses looked like these. Their necks were broken with a bull-whip.

Why did your brother live in the gardener's house?

He wasn't all that poor, was he? - No. l've no idea. This is so dreadful.

Ann Portland disappeared, Mark murdered. And the policesit thereand do nothing.

All the murders took place right under your noses, and you couldn't prevent it.

You were living in thesame house. What do you know about Mr Denver?

lt's my opinion that we know far too littleabout our fellow men.

You'rea gardener, but you wear riding boots?

ls anythingwrongwith that? - No. But you're the first gardener...

l ever saw with no calluses on his hands.

ln my time l'vedonea lot of things. Now l'm a gardener.

But not for much longer. l can tell you that much.

Why? Don't you like this work anymore? - Not particularly.

So he finally got what hedeserved, eh? - ls that any way to talk about thedead?

How should l talk? l didn't like him any better alive than dead.

Mr Denver was murdered for thesame reasons as Mr Keyston. Do you agree?

Of course. Completely. - Maybe you're right.

And now, if you'll excuse me. - Yes. Me, too.

l advise you to give up, lnspector. You aren't goingto get anywhere.

Don't be too sure.

You keepa civil tongue in your head.

Oh, Sir John. l didn't know that... - What?

That you were here. Can l help you? - No, no.

l disagree with the procedure that lnspector Higgins uses, of course.

But l think you've got to admit that what counts are results.

Who have we here? lsn't that Sir John? - Strange, it's me. But who are you?

This is our new chaplain. - Yes, Sir John. Just a humbleshepherd.

l lead back into society the lambs who'vestrayed. They need helpand...

A good spanking. - Yes, Sir. Where is my dear flock?

ln the prison yard. - l would like to go there.

Of course. Excuse us, Sir John. - lt was a pleasure to meet you.

Oh, there you are. lt's about time. Well, l hope you found something.

Bartlett has more money hidden than you and l make together in a whole year.

How do you know my income? Arrest him! - l intend to arrest him, but not yet.

Lookingfor something? - Have you got a match?

This happens to bea private road. Got any identification?

Sure.

Help! Help!

Help!

Hey! Hey!

Good morning, gorgeous! - What are you doing? Who are you?

Reverend Hanfield. Theold goat in? - Pardon?

Sir John. - Theold goat is busy right now.

And you're not so young yourself anymore. - Young enough for you. Announce me.

Sir John! You can't just go... - Oh yes, l can. Thank you, angel.

Wheredo you think you are, Reverend? - l don't even know you!

Sorry, Sir John, but you have excellent taste in secretaries. She's delicious!

Delicious! What's so funny? - Sergeant Hanfield, my special assistant.

Your assistant? Why is he wearing... - l asked him...

to keepan eyeon the prison for us. Especially on Roy Bartlett.

But that's absurd! - But very useful. Well?

Carrington and Bartlett work together. - Might as well get comfortable. Go on!

They arranged a way to leave the prison. - That explains a lot.

How? - Through the kitchen.

Will someone tell me... Yes? - A message just came through.

The men at thesand pit aredead. Miss Portland has disappeared.

Wheream l? - Your lunch, Miss Portland.

l asked you where l am! - l am not at liberty to answer you.

Our little pets are grateful for your generosity.

Tonight at midnight Ann Portland will be 21 years old.

She'll inherit the Portland Aviation. - That's exactly ten hours from now.

l know that! And l also know how l can find her.

Hello, Hanfield?

l wouldn't do that. My pets would enjoy it if thecage fell over.

Whose voice is that? Who are you? What do you want from me?

lf you keepcalm and do as l tell you, no one will harm you. l need you.

lf it's me you wanted, why did you murder Pam, Betty and Mary?

You ask too many questions.

Did l hear you call? - You monsters! Murderers!

Let's go. - What for? What's goingon?

How would l know? Orders from the Chief. Comeon.

Go on. Get in! l'll go outside and bringthe truck around.

You do a lot more than just bake bread, don't you?

l'm sorry, Bartlett, you aren't going on any more trips for a longtime.

Get him out of here! And him! Comeon, get a moveon!

How many more years have you got? - 5 years.

3. - So far. lf you guys...

hold your tongues, then l'll hold mine. - Yes, Sir.

Do just as you would usually. Got that? - Alright, Carrington's coming.

Ready? Where's thecook? - Hestepped out.

Take it out.

The truck has just passed. Sir John, we'll bestanding by.

Comeon out, Roy.

lnspektor Higgins! - lt wasn't comfortable but interesting.

Your drivingdays areover. You've just lost your license. Understand?

Greaves!

You'll regret this, Carrington! - lt wasn't my fault.

That's enough talk. l wanna know where your headquarters are, Mr...

What was your name? lf that's how it is,

l'll have to find out from someone else. Wheredid he normally take Bartlett?

Don't tell him anything! - l'd start thinkingof myself...

if l were in your position. You've got enough trouble.

You're right, lnspector. 14 Baker road. - You traitor!

No manners at all, and you drivea Rolls Royce!

lt isn't every day that thecriminal brings his own handcuffs alongwith him.

You and he get into the back seat. Lock Carrington into the truck.

Sir John? Rendezvous point is 14 Baker Road.

Mr Powers! - Ann Portland?

Who did this? Who kidnapped you? - A man! l don't know who he was.

lf you would like to meet me, Mr Powers, step in to the next room.

l'll be back in a second. l'll get you out of here.

Get down! Quick!

Higgins! What is this? - This is a Rolls Royce.

Next time you'll drive up in a locomotive. - lf the Union will let me.

Get out.

l'll take these. Keepan eyeon him. Drive that car away, not the Rolls Royce.

lt's a great pleasure to meet you, Mr Powers.

The pleasure won't last long. Stand up...

and show me your face. l want to see what you look like.

You stoleall l ever cared about. And now l've got you trapped.

l'll shoot you likea dog. Go on! Stand up!

What's the matter? Are you frightened? Alright. Have it your way!

Higgins! You hear that? Another murder! Someone's shooting! Down there!

Hurry, Sir John! - Yes, l'm on my way.

No, l'm... out of shape.

Why, it's a...

Drop the gun, Powers.

Mrs Foster! - l see that, Sir John.

Harriet!

Let's have the truth, Powers. Who are you? And who is Harriet Foster?

Harriet Foster is my wife. - Your wife?

Yes. But she left me. That was in Australia.

She thought l was neglecting her, that l was in love with somebody else.

There was nothingto it, but... Harriet disappeared.

You both worked in a travellingcircus. Your wife used to ridea horseand snap...

glasses off a table with a whip. - How long have you known that?

Go on with your story. - She was a sick woman.

lnsane. She fell under the influence of a fiendish criminal.

Shedid whatever he wanted. - And why were those girls murdered?

l don't know. l pleaded with her, ''Harriet, tell me what you'redoing?''

But sheonly laughed, lnspector. - And Denver?

He really was a writer, a harmless man. But hesaw what happened to his sister.

Hedidn't know who was behind it. He thought it was me. Then hedied.

She killed him. She murdered her own brother.

She was completely insane! - lndeed she was.

Help! - Ann!

Help! Help!

Ann!

Comeon! This way! Hurry!

lt's all very well to indulge in psychological theories,

but who is behind all this, huh? ls he theone?

There's someonecoming! Quick! Behind thedoor!

Greaves?

Greaves, come hereat once!

Hello, Mr Bannister.

How do you do?

Your partner is dead, unfortunately.

Harriet had outlived her use to me, anyway. She was ill.

And you think you're perfectly normal? - ls anyone, Sir John?

Why, the... - You know this man?

He's James Portland, my uncle. - So l've unmasked, lnspector.

She's right. l am James Portland. - ls heserious, lnspector?

l see the whole picture now. Onequestion, Ann: Your parents...

Are both dead. - And the whole Portland fortune...

Will go to me when she is dead. - So, you wereonly after Ann Portland?

Theother murders were just a smokescreen to cover up your real purpose, so that...

we'd think they were the work of a maniac. - Ann alone... far too conspicuous.

That gigantic fortuneand also... Go on, you tell them.

Hespent ten years in prison...

for murder. - What?

You would immediately have been suspicious of me. What was the flaw in my plans?

l hate mistakes. l was prepared for any situation.

Yes, except this one. - l was prepared for this oneas well.

Stay where you are! Don't makea move! - Nice to know that even Scotland Yard...

is caught off guard now and then. - Outrageous!

Goodbye, my friends. - Who's he talkingto?

To his fish, surely not to us. - Quite right, lnspector.

ln the penitentiary l began to be interested in fish and turtles.

They became my friends. Because they can't talk and peoplecan.

l was the black sheepof the family. l was a good for nothing, they told me.

So l was cut off without a penny, and now l'm goingto take it all.

Make it quick. l'll wait for you upstairs. - Yes, Sir.

My servant is a perfect shot.

Mr Portland? You forgot your hat.

You haven't lost your touch, Powers. - Onecorpse isn't enough for you, eh?

Without that corpse you'd bedead. - That's very deep psychology!

Then you ought to agreecompletely. - Don't be ridiculous.

All that really counts are the facts. You solved this case with your method.

l'd advise you to stick to it. - Thank you, Sir John.

But l can't explain his obsession with these monsters except psychologically.

There's an interestingtheory regardingthe whip, too.

lt's by the well-known philosopher... At the moment l don't recall his name.

Nietzsche. ''When you meet a woman havea whipalongwith you.''

Exactly!

Of course, thereareone or two exceptions. What do you want?

Already? We'd better go then.