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(orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

(bell tolling)

- Please.

- What's all the excitement, Morris?

- The commissioner's been asking for you for hours.

It's the Herncastle moonstone.

- Moonstone?

Oh yes, that famous yellow diamond that's been

getting so much publicity lately.

- That's it. You better go straight in.

(knocking)

- Wasn't this diamond suppose to have come from India, sir?

Stolen from a a sacred idol or something.

- Yes.

I'm not particularly superstitious,

but this wretched thing is worth a fortune.

And now someone's died and left it all there in the dark.

The papers are full of the story.

And by this time, every thief in England knows

the price that Blake is taking it to her at Verinder Manor.

40 miles from nowhere in the wilds of Yorkshire.

- It certainly asking for trouble, and they'll

probably get it.

- I know Sir John Verinder very well.

Grainy old scientist.

So busy laboring for humanity's sake, that he's let

his affairs go to rag and ruin.

In fact, he's practically broke.

- Too busy I suppose even to take the ordinary precautions

about the moonstone.

- Exactly. And that's what worries me.

Because it isn't the business of Scotland Yard

to go about warning people who are foolish enough

to make themselves targets

for all the thieves in the country.

But Sir John's different. He's an old friend of mine.

It's a personal matter.

- I understand, sir.

But surely Franklin Blake will take every precaution.

He's a very clever young lawyer, sir.

- Yes, yes, I know.

But I don't want him to take any chances.

And that's why I sent for you.

- Thank you, sir.

- Now, you get in your car quietly.

Drive up there and have a talk with Blake and Ms. Hern.

Strictly unofficially of course.

- I will.

- Now, you tell him some of our experiences

with these famous duos.

Have a way of leaving nothing but disaster in their parts.

- Very good, sir.

Is that all, sir?

- That's all. Good night, Captain.

- Thank you, sir.

Good night, sir.

(door closing)

- Verinder Manor of all places.

(wind blowing)

(knocking)

(dog barking)

(knocking)

- Sir John Verinder please.

(door closing)

Mr. Kyle Von Lucker, from London.

- Yes, yes I know.

- Who are you? Rosanna.

What are you doing here?

- Please. Please Von Lucker, don't tell Mr. John.

The housekeeper.

Yes, for Johnathon. Who shall I say is calling?

- Mr. Von Lucker from London.

- Is Sir John expecting you?

- No, but I'm sure he'll see me.

- Very good, sir. Come this way.

- I come here for the money you owe me already.

And you ask me for another thousand pounds.

What kind of a fool do you think I am?

- Shh, Von Lucker, please. My daughter will hear you.

- Ah, my daughter.

My business is to lend money and to foreclose

when people can't pay up.

I can't support your impoverished estate indefinitely.

- My dear, Von Lucker, you can't be serious.

Come now, sit down.

Let's talk this matter over quietly.

- Talk this matter over quietly.

There's always talk, and talk, and talk.

With me, money talks.

(door closing)

- What's he doing here again?

Sir John don't know it,

but he's a double dice scoundrel, he is.

- Careful, Ms. Hern's in her studio. She'll hear you.

- [Housekeeper] I know, I know, Doctor.

But it makes me that furious.

Mark my words. No good will come of it.

- [Man] Anne. I want to talk to you.

How soon are you gonna finish?

- I'm almost finished.

I've done this room over seven times since Frank went away.

Now, I'm satisfied. He'll love it.

- Franklin Blake.

You know, you'll never be happy married to him.

- Oh, don't be silly.

- Anne, you know I love you.

I always will.

- Oh, Betteredge be careful.

You'll smudge my paint barging in like that.

- Oh, I don't think much of it any how.

Oh, Mr. Godfrey.

I never thought as I'd bring up child

with no more sense than to go messing with paintbrushes

and thing.

(laughing)

- You old darling.

Betteredge never will go out to appreciate our modern art.

- Art? Art you call it?

Ah, it gives me the willies.

- Be careful now.

(door closing)

Heavens, it's getting late.

I've got to put these in Frank's room.

So, you mind crawling back into your book,

you handsome worm?

- A worm. Not a very elevating comparison.

- Don't be an idiot.

You're my cousin aren't you?

And a very noble one too (laughs).

- This moonstone is a very, very old gem.

It should enable you to meet your debts.

- But it belongs to my daughter.

- Well, well, you should be glad to off her hands

in payment for the five thousand you owe me,

and let's say three thousand more.

- Yeah, but do you assume that I would bargain

with my daughter's property?

Don't be absurd.

(thunder roaring)

- Oh, I do hope it stops raining

before Mr. Frank's train gets in.

Has Henry left for the station Rosanna?

- Yes, sometime ago.

It'll be good to see Mr. Franklin again.

After a whole year.

- Of course it will.

- Is it really true, Miss? That he's bringing a famous moonstone?

- Why, yes.

I'll be the envy of every girl in England.

- It's terribly valuable isn't it?

- Mr. Frank wises it's worth at least 30,000 pounds.

- 30,000 pounds?

- Isn't that wonderful.

- 30,000 pounds.

- I give you 48 hours to pay up, or out you go?

- But Von Lucker.

- That's final.

- Yeah, but you've given me no reason of a warning.

No notice. - [Anne] Father.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know you had a--

- It's alright, my dear. Come in, come in.

I want to introduce an old friend of mine.

Mr. Von Lucker, my daughter, Anne.

- How do you do?

- It is a pleasure.

Had I known you had such a delightful surprise

down here, Sir John, I would have called sooner,

like my doctors.

(laughing)

- There you are father.

I told you should allow me a trip to London

at least twice a year, just to show me off.

- I agree, absolutely.

- There you go again.

Bewitching even my patients into flattery when--

- But according to you, I have the face of a turnip

on the pencil of witch (laughs).

I know all his answers, Mr. Von Lucker.

That's his pen.

- There now, run along my dear.

And tell Betteredge that Mr. Von Lucker will be with us

for dinner.

- Oh, my golly.

- Oh, will be delighted.

(thunder roaring)

Oh, dear, what a storm.

Frank will have a terrible time getting from the station.

I'll see you at dinner.

(door closing)

- I must tell you Von Lucker, that my daughter knows--

- Quiet.

(thunder roaring)

What a night for a man to be on the road

with a valuable gem.

- Anne, isn't this Von Lucker the notorious money lender

who figured in the theft of the Wallingford pearls

two years ago?

- Possibly. But you know father.

He's a darling.

But if there's any trouble around within a thousand miles,

he's sure to make friends with it.

(thunder rumbling)

(wind blowing)

- Oh, hello Betteredge, how are you?

- All the better for seeing you, sir.

- And you Rosanna, how are you?

- [Woman] Fine, thank you, sir.

- Frank.

- Afraid it must have took your skin off.

- Oh, no, I'm alright.

- Frank.

- Anne.

Oh, darling.

- [Anne] Oh, it's so good to have you back.

It's been a century hasn't it?

- Two centuries. Three centuries.

A dozen centuries.

(thunder rumbling)

Hello Godfrey. How are you?

- Splendid thanks.

- Oh, Godfrey's down for a holiday.

- Oh.

- He came down from London yesterday.

(wind blowing)

(door closing)

(thunder rumbling)

- [Woman] Mister.

- Would Mrs. Betteredge be kind enough to direct me

to my master's room?

- Mr. Franklin will occupy the same room.

(door closing)

- Oh, you're nervous darling?

You're not ill are you?

- Oh, it's nothing.

I'm just worn our trying to sleep

with one eye on this thing.

There.

- Godfrey, Godfrey, look.

- I had it modded for you in the Bombay.

- Oh, it's the most exquisite thing I've ever seen.

- Good lord, it's as big as an egg.

- Look, Godfrey, it changes color with the reflection

of the light.

- Yes, it's called a moonstone.

You see the luster grows and lessens with the waxing

and waning of the moon, when there is a moon.

- Oh, it's beautiful.

I'll never let it out of my sight.

- Oh, but Anne dear, you must have it put away

in a bank vault at once.

It's crazy to keep like that lying around the house,

a target for thieves.

- Oh, but darling, you're not serious.

- Oh, yes I am.

- Aren't you being a little melodramatic old man?

- Oh, you think so?

- Oh, Frank, you're enabling things.

You're tired, worn out.

I'll have to Father look you over. Come along.

- Oh, no Anne, I'm alright.

- Oh, I want you all to myself. I have a surprise you.

You'll excuse us, Godfrey?

Young man, you're about to gaze upon sight that will...

(thunder rumbling)

Oh, Godfrey, would you turn on the wireless?

Get Paris on, daringly, they have such splendid programs.

- [Godfrey] I'll try, but the storm might interfere.

- Oh, I'm sorry. But the stone is so beautiful.

It almost hypnotizes me.

- [Anne] It is beautiful isn't?

- May I?

- Certainly.

- The color on it is magnificent.

I've never seen such perfection in any stone.

- Frank says it's perfect.

(classical music)

- There you are my dear.

- Thanks Godfrey.

- Oh, what a night to go back to London.

- Oh, but you can't think of leaving in this storm.

We'll be only so delighted to put you up.

- Oh, if it's not too much of an imposition.

- Oh, nonsense.

Rosanna, we'll put Mr. Von Lucker in the room

adjoining Mr. Godfrey's.

- Yes Miss.

- [Man] I tell you young man, you're out of order.

What you want's a plan, a good plan (laughs).

- They're at it again.

Frank loves to tease Father.

- What you need is sleep. Plenty of sound sleep.

And in your condition a nervous stray,

nothing but medicine will help you through it.

- I'm sorry sir, but a glass of ordinary hot milk

and a good bed will turn the trick for me.

- Eh, what, what? Confound your impotence.

You doubt my professional judgement?

- Oh, stop it you old fuss buzzard.

Frank's only teasing.

- Of course I am. Where's your sense of humor Sir John?

- Hey, well, well (laughs). I see what it is.

It's that cursed moonstone.

First it gets on this young turnips nerves,

because he had to get it in his pocket.

And now it gets on yours.

- Oh, Father, that's absurd.

You're all worked up over the silly superstition

that misfortune dogs the footsteps

of anyone possessing the moonstone.

Why it's ridiculous.

Come on sit down.

(thunder rumbling)

(explosion)

- Oh, father.

- [John] What's all the foolishness is this?

Turn up the lights.

- [Anne] It's the storm.

- [Man] What is that?

- [Anne] Godfrey, the candles.

(woman screaming)

- [John] Oh, my child, Anne.

- [Man] Anne darling, what is it?

- [Anne] The moonstone, someone's taken it.

- [Man] What?

Confounded, someone get the light.

Rosanna, Betteredge.

- [Man] The candles are on the wireless, Godfrey.

Are you there?

- [Godfrey] Right, I have it.

- [Frank] Anne, are you alright?

- [Anne] Frank, Father.

- [John] My dear, what is it?

- [Frank] Come and sit down over here.

- [John] My child, what is it?

(woman crying)

The lights, more lights.

- Are there any pales in the hall?

- Yes sir, yes sir.

- [Frank] Sweetheart, what happened?

- My dear.

- They snatched it, when the lights went out.

- But that is absurd.

There was no one in the room, but a group of friends.

There seems to be a thief among us.

- What sort of business is this in my house?

- Oh Father, please.

(thunder rumbling)

Betteredge.

Betteredge, what are you doing?

- I'll be sure there's enough light now Miss,

to keep a sharp eye on everyone.

- What are you talking about?

(thunder rumbling)

- The moonstone.

- I snatched it.

Or you wouldn't have it now, Miss.

Lights don't go out for the sake of going out.

And I got my suspicions.

- You old darling.

You've been your mystery novels again.

- Or she's an old idiot who got us into a mix hat like this.

Get out, get out, get out.

I'll have remind--

- To give my notice.

Well, after saying it for 40 years.

Have a good mind to accommodate you.

- And the sooner the better, the sooner better.

And no, no, no, you can't mean that.

- Now, will you be good?

- Alright, she's an impotent old wrench,

but she knows I can't do without her confounded.

- And you know you love it.

- You see, even Betteredge.

(door closing)

- Sutter.

- Sir John, ma'am.

My wife, she's ready. She's in grave pain.

- Sir John can't go out in a night like this.

I'll send Dr. Jennings.

- But Sir John promised my wife.

- So I did Sutter, so I did.

And not for the world would I let anyone else have the honor

of introducing our next blacksmith to--

- But father, you can't go out in the storm.

- Now, what did you come in?

- I come in the Baker's cart.

- That's very good, wait.

- It'll be the death of you.

I dear say Dr. Jennings knows just as much as helping

the stock as you do.

- Shut up.

Ezra, come on.

- Father, you already have a cold.

- Do you really have to go, Sir John?

- Ah, and send me Rosanna.

Come along then.

- Can't I go, Sir John.

- No, no, get my bag ready.

Uh, Betteredge.

- Mark my words, if you go out.

- Send me Rosanna.

(thunder rumbling)

- [Man] Might as well--

- Lovely?

- Uh huh.

(thunder rumbling)

It should be forbidden by act of parliament

for babies to arrive among nights like this.

- Oh, stop fretting Betsy.

Father promised he wouldn't venture back until

the storm cleared.

- All the same he'd a fit if he knew you were sleeping

with that thing under your pillow, instead of

burying it down in the cellar or something.

- Oh, don't be silly.

You speak as if this were a hotel, or a railway station

full of thieves.

- (Laughs) It might well be.

For all my suspicions.

- Be careful of the paint Betteredge, it's still wet.

(thunder rumbling)

(clock bell ringing)

(rain pouring)

(door closing)

(coughing)

(thunder rumbling)

- Oh, now, it's my precious, glorious morning.

My, it's a treat to see the sunshine.

What's the matter deary?

The moonstone, it's gone.

- Yes, it's gone.

- Do you mean it's been stolen?

Someone took it right from under you?

- I don't know.

- Inside. Dear.

What did it?

You'd look as if you seen a ghost.

Are you sure it's been stolen?

- I don't know.

- Mr. Franklin, Sir John.

Mr. Franklin, Mr. Godfrey.

Mr. Franklin.

- What is it?

What's happened, is the house on fire?

- Someone's robbed Miss Anne.

They've stolen the moonstone right from under her head.

- What? Well that's impossible.

- Oh, is it?

Sir John.

(knocking)

Sir John.

(knocking)

Sir John.

- Anne, don't look at me like that. Tell me what happened.

- I don't know.

(knocking)

Ms. Anne.

(screaming)

Ms. Anne, Ms. Anne.

Dr. Jennings.

- Good lord, Betteredge. What is it?

(screaming)

- Father. Oh Father.

Father.

- It's murder.

It's that cursed moonstone.

- Dr. Jennings, quick.

- Oh Ezra.

Ezra, he isn't dead.

- Steady darling, steady.

- No, he's alive.

Pneumonia I think. Franklin, give me a hand.

He evidently tried to help himself and collapsed.

- [Anne] Oh, my darling.

- [Frank] Look at this clothes, they're soaked.

- Hot water, Betteredge.

And turn the switch on the sterilizer.

- I can't, really. The electric can't, sir.

- Then boil some, hurry.

And clear the room please, clear the room.

(crying)

- Anne, darling.

Oh get out, all of you get out.

- Anne.

- Oh, can't you understand plain English.

Dr. Jennings said clear the room.

(door closing)

Oh, Ezra, hurry.

- She's hysterical.

Well, don't stand there like a stuffed owl.

We've got to do something to recover that

confounded moonstone.

- Yes. I know.

Scotland Yard.

I'll try to get inspector Cuff, he's a friend of mine.

(tapping)

Hello.

(tapping)

Hello.

The line's dead.

- The storm must have blown the wires down.

(tapping)

- Hello.

No use. I wish I could get Cuff.

- Mr. Franklin.

There's a man downstairs from Scotland Yard.

He says he's Inspector Cuff.

- Cuff?

Come along Godfrey.

- My good gracious meat,

it's like bringing rabbits out of a hat.

- There's nothing to do now but wait for the crisis.

- Oh, I can't leave him.

- Oh, but you must my dear.

Otherwise, I'll have you on my hands too.

I'll call you the moment there's any change.

- You say the smear was not there last night

when you left your mistress and that the paint was wet?

- Yes.

- Mr. Blake.

You found all doors and windows securely locked

from the inside?

- Yes. Godfrey and I checked them personally, Inspector.

- [Inspector Cuff] Then, I must ask everyone here to submit

to an examination of their personally belongings.

- What do you mean?

You think you'll find paint on some garment

worn by the thief?

- Precisely.

- Sir, did you mean to hint?

- Oh, we're not hinting anything Betteredge.

I'm merely facing facts.

The moonstone's been stolen, we've got to find it.

You may start with my things, Inspector.

- Mine too, Inspector.

- [Betteredge] Ms. Anne.

- You are a police officer?

- Oh, Anne, this is Inspector Cuff from Scotland Yard.

Ms. Verinder.

The Inspector's a friend of mine.

- We appreciate your assistance, Inspector.

But I will not commit an inspection

of my personal belongings.

- Anne.

- As you say. Of course Ms. Verinder.

But I'd like to ask one question.

Do you happen to know anything about this

smear of paint of on the door?

Might you have done it by accident yourself?

- I know nothing about that.

- Anne, darling.

(door closing)

- I want to talk with everyone in the house.

Individually.

I'll begin with you.

- Yes sir.

In here, sir?

- No. Down in the drawing room.

- Yes sir.

(door closing)

- The last time I saw you Rosanna Spearman,

you were in prison for theft.

- Yes sir.

But that was.

- And the pearls you stole at that time

were found afterwards in the possession of

Carl Von Lucker, a money lender, were they not?

- Yes, but.

- You're very grateful to your benefactor, Ms. Verinder.

Aren't you?

- Yes, of course.

- Even to assisting her in anything she might ask?

- Yes, well, that would depend.

- Has Von Lucker, since coming here acknowledge

that he knows you?

- No, no sir.

- Do you know what it means to be an accessory to crime?

Even though it were proved you were actuated by gratitude.

- Yes, oh yes.

- It isn't very pleasant in prison, is it?

- No, no.

- [Inspector Cuff] You know that the yellow diamond

called the moonstone was originally stolen

from a sacred idol in an Indian temple?

- I've heard that many times.

- Isn't a fact Yandoo, that every native of the faith

has dedicated himself to restoring the sacred gem

to the temple?

- That has been the tradition for many generations.

But it doesn't touch me sir.

- Why not?

- Because I have adopted the Christian faith.

- But when you entered Mr. Blake's service,

you knew he was taking the moonstone from India.

Didn't you?

- Yes I did.

- That'll be all.

- Thank you sir.

- Mr. Blake tells me you're a dealer in rare books.

- That is correct.

- Rather a losing business these days, isn't it?

- Yes, when one refers to it as a business.

Fortunately, my private income has sufficient

to dub it a hobby, during depressing.

- Oh, you have a private income.

But surely it must have diminished considerably

with those terrific losses you've been suffering lately

by gambling.

- What?

Yes.

Well, that's my private affair.

Which can't possibly have any bearing on this situation.

- No, no, no no. Of course not.

But if you were better fixed financially,

you'd feel more at liberty to urge Verinder to marry you.

- Well, I hadn't looked at it in that light.

But it's an idea.

- He always made 5,000 pounds.

And I came here to collect or foreclose.

On account of that storm last night.

I happened to be under this roof

when the moonstone disappeared.

Now, I suppose now you're going to ask

a lot of crazy questions about me.

Go ahead. I'm a good a listener.

- Here. Have a cigar.

- Thank you.

- Just two questions Lucker.

- Only two. Well, let me off easy huh?

- Do you happen to know if Ms. Verinder

is aware of her father's business with you?

- No, I don't think so.

The old fool says she isn't?

- Why didn't you acknowledge that you knew

Rosanna Spearman and the housemaid

when you entered this house?

- Why should I do anything to make it hard

for that poor little kid who wants to go straight?

- I never knew you to be brimming over with

a mood of human kindness, Von Lucker.

- I imagine there are a lot of things you don't about me.

Is that all?

- That's all for now.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Sir John was called out last night.

- Yes.

- [Inspector Cuff] What time do you think he returned?

- Oh, I should say between midnight and two o'clock.

Your real name isn't Jennings.

It's Crochton, isn't it?

- How did you discover that?

- There. It's my business to remember faces.

And you were a pretty big man in your profession

20 years ago.

- I guess that you probably know there was a

great tragedy in my life.

It was only with Sir John's help that I,

I was able to overcome it.

- You're assisting him with your knowledge of drugs

and the compounding of his new anesthetic, aren't you?

- Yes.

- You know that Sir John is financial difficulty.

And that the value of the moonstone might help

to put him back on his feet.

- I'm not familiar with the doctor's private affairs.

Now, perhaps if you will excuse me, Inspector,

I better get back to Sir John.

- Naturally, your patient comes first, Doctor.

But I'll expect to resume this talk later.

- Yes.

- Now, Mrs. Betteredge, are you had no occasion

to enter Ms. Verinder's studio this morning

before you discovered her there, beside the bed?

- No.

- You didn't go in there say to dust

or wipe things off?

- No.

- Well, you know anything about Sir John's

financial affairs?

- No.

And you can't make me answer any more questions.

You nosy old owl.

- Now, for a pretty woman.

- Oh, you can't get around me with your soft soap.

I'll have you know I've been in service in this house

for 40 years.

I know my young mistress.

And if a hundred moonstones were lost, stolen,

or strayed, I know how and when to keep my mouth shut.

Same as she.

(groaning)

- What is it Doctor?

- Shh. He is delirious.

He's been muttering things I think you should here.

- Another little black smith.

Oh, thank young ass, Franklin.

What he wants is sleep, sleep.

(laughing)

Hot milk. I'll give him hot milk (laughs).

Rosanna.

Ginger it up with some RTH (laughs).

That will send them to have a little sweet bye byes.

Rosanna.

- What's RTH?

What is this RTH?

- It's a powerful drug to induce sleep

and calm the nerves.

- Yeah.

- On the other hand, a slight overdose

might produce a strange stimulating reaction.

Last night, I saw Rosanna take Franklin

a glass of hot milk.

Now, it's quite possible that Sir John.

- I dare, I see what you mean.

Get Mr. Blake and Ms. Verinder, hurry.

- Oh, wait Betteredge, wait.

I have a plan.

But it would involved a scientific problem

which I will explain to you later.

Tell Ms. Anne to come here as soon as she can,

without letting Mr. Franklin be aware.

- Yes.

- Ms. Verinder can be of great use to us,

as I will explain to you later, if you agree with my idea.

And every sensory impression which has once been recognized

by the perceptive consciousness is registered,

a photograph so to speak, on the brain.

And may be reproduced at some subsequent time.

Although there may be no consciousness of its existence

in the mind, during the the intermediate period.

- Do you mean to say that if we gave Blake

another dose of this, enough to produce the stimulating

reaction, that he'd repeat what he did last night?

That he'd do everything he's totally unaware of now?

- Would he take a substitute for the moonstone,

and do exactly with it what he did with the real one

last night?

- There's no telling. It's just an experiment.

- What do you think Inspector?

- I say, try it. Certainly, by all means.

- Oh, Dr. Jennings.

Mark my words, you're going to make a fool of somebody.

Unlike us not to tell all.

- Quiet Betteredge.

- I can't guarantee to produce identical reactions

because I don't know exactly how much of this

Sir John gave him.

- There's no danger, Doctor?

- Oh, no, no. It's only dangerous if it becomes a habit.

- Sounds to me like the tease.

- Oh, Betteredge.

- How are we going to give it to him without his knowledge?

- Well, that's simple.

Betteredge will conveniently remember his hot milk.

Heavens no do you need a doctor after a day like this.

Come on darling.

- [Betteredge] Oh, it's just ridiculous.

I've never heard of such a thing in all my life.

- and while you're about it, Doctor, could you give

a good stiff sleeping potion to Mrs. Betteredge?

(laughing)

(clock bell ringing)

- Oh, this necklace will make a perfect substitute

for the moonstone.

- Well, all we need now is last night's storm

to complete this crazy play acting.

- If you don't behave yourself, I'll send you

to your room.

- All the same if he does walk.

I bet my Sunday bonnet to go straight to.

- Where?

- Where would a man be going in the middle of the night?

- Mrs. Betteredge?

You ought to be a shame of yourself.

When we're trying to find the moonstone

and help Frank out of his dilemma.

- Well, nobody every found anything in their sleep.

Except a nightmare.

- Bad business.

Bad business.

- Silly thing to do. Sitting here all night.

Nothing's gonna happen anyway.

- Quick, get behind the curtain.

- Alright, alright.

- Be quiet.

- Stupid thing to do.

- He's got it.

- Betteredge, my robe.

Really, he'll never lead us to the moonstone.

- Maybe, he'll stub his toe.

That'll keep him awake.

- Ezra.

Yandoo.

- Godfrey.

Godfrey.

Take this wretched thing.

Hide it. This place is full of thieves.

- He's gone to sleep.

- Godfrey.

- Godfrey and Von Lucker.

My gad, I knew it all the time.

- You did?

And you let them thieves get away.

My, my, my. Aren't you the little Sherlock.

- Mrs. Betteredge, go down to the river,

and pull the water over your head.

- Being the perfect lady, I'll give you the last word.

- Your reservations for Holland Sir,

according to your telegraph.

- Did you wire Amsterdam?

- Yes sir, the group phoned half an hour ago.

To say that he could cut the stone immediately?

Have you got it, sir?

- No, Dr. Ablewhite is bringing it.

His train was due half an hour ago.

He ought to be here any moment.

(door bell buzzing)

Speaking of the devil. Let him in.

- Hey. Hold your horses.

- Well, Inspector Cuff.

- You made good time from Yorkshire,

didn't you Von Lucker?

Huh, Holland eh?

- Hey, wait a minute.

(door bell buzzing)

- Robin, let Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite in.

- Please take your hands off me.

- Huh. 15,000 pounds.

Well, just enough to put you

securely on your feet again, Mr. Ablewhite.

- It would have been.

- If it hadn't been for Mr. Von Lucker.

- Oh, listen. I don't know anything about.

- Shut up.

Come on. Let me have it.

- Well, there go my matrimonial prospects.

- Priceless.

- Magnificent.

- You gentlemen are not trying to sell this to me

by any chance are you?

- Alright, Robin. Take them away.

- Oh, Inspector. Isn't love grand?

- Yes, Mrs. Betteredge. Those were the days.

Remember?

(orchestral music)