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THE CHALLENGE

Very good, Seymour.

You're learning fast.

That newspaper of yours ought to be promoting you to the telegraph desk any day now.

Do you really think so, Captain Drummond?

Oh, lo, lo, lo, lo.

What are you two up to now?

Up to?

Just because I don't understand that morse code business or whatever it is,

doesn't mean I don't know you're conspiring against me.

Conspiring against you, Mr. Longworth?

Now, why should we do that?

Really, old man, this is getting worse all the time.

Now it's delusions of persecution.

There's a scientific name for that, you know, paranoia.

Have you been to a good psychiatrist, or would you like me to recommend one?

Perhaps you ought to see him yourself, playing telegraph

operator and wasting your time in childish games.

Been sailing?

Oh, this.

Just a little trinket I picked up.

Let me see.

Very pretty.

Sukuna.

Flying Dutchman, Liverpool.

Those good lines must have been a fast ship.

Wanted to set you back.

A couple of bob?

A couple of bob?

For a fine example of handcraft like that?

Well, half a crown then?

Three quid.

Three quid?

You must have wanted it awfully badly.

Well, to tell you the truth, old chap, I didn't really want it at all.

I stepped into an auctioneer's to get in out of the cold.

A chap next to me admired my hat and asked me how much I'd paid for it.

I said three quid.

The auctioneer cried, sold.

The next thing I knew, I was minus three pounds and the proud possessor of this ship.

At least you're lucky he didn't ask you the cost of your coat.

Three pounds.

Of all the blasted idiots.

It happens every time.

It's getting so I can't poke my nose out of the house without it costing me a fortune.

I'll go.

Well, you can always sail it in your tub.

Think of the fun.

A few more trips to the auctioneers and you can be admiral of your own fleet.

I beg your pardon, but is there a gentleman here that... There you are.

Well, I'm afraid... Don't apologize.

We've never met.

That is, I saw you coming out of the auction room and tried to catch up with you.

Oh, really?

Well, if I'd only known, I assure you I'm not hard to catch.

Oh, permit me, I'm Algy Longworth and this is my friend, Captain Drummond.

That's it.

I beg your pardon.

I hope you'll pardon my breaking in this way, but this ship

that you have in your hands is my reason for being here.

Really?

I want it.

You paid three pounds for it, I'll give you five.

Five?

We wouldn't think of it.

How much then?

It's not for sale.

Not for sale?

As you see, even the thought of it shocks my friend to the very depths.

Why do you want it?

Why do you?

It has a sentimental value.

Oh, an heirloom perhaps?

Yes.

For an heirloom, it's not very old.

This wood is still new.

I have my own reasons for wanting it.

How much will you take?

I'm afraid we couldn't part with it at any price.

Oh, but you said... I have a prejudice against selling things.

It's so commercial.

Giving them away is something else.

But I like to make certain that the gift is appropriate.

For example, if I knew why you wanted it.

That doesn't concern you.

Look, I'm willing to pay for it.

That's out of the question.

As a gift, yes, but under my own conditions.

Perhaps if we discussed it further, say at dinner?

I'm not interested.

I have my own conditions and that's not one of them.

Good day, gentlemen.

I say, Hugh, what got into you?

She would have given anything.

Almost anything.

Anything except what I wanted to know.

The real reason she's after this boat.

Oh, who cares?

The point is, I paid three pounds more for it than

I ever expected to get back until she came along.

And then you queer the sale and a tidy profit.

Cheer up, chum.

I wouldn't write off your three pounds as a dead loss yet.

Judging by her manner, she won't give up so easily.

This boat's worth too much to her.

And perhaps to us.

Who knows?

It has some value, obviously.

Not a small one either.

Do you suppose there might be something hidden in it?

What do you expect to find?

The crown jewels?

Do you remember the legend of the Flying Dutchman?

The phantom ship that never makes port?

But when she does come in, so the legend goes, she'll be

loaded to the gunwales with all the treasure of the seas.

Well, here's the boat.

Where's the treasure?

I'll sell my share now for three pounds.

Kitty!

Yes?

Where's my glass?

What's this?

Well, if you'd put things where they belong.

It's belonged there for twenty years.

Why don't you look instead of shouting?

And where's my pipe?

Look in your pocket.

Don't you think I'd know if I had it?

No.

Well, blast you Kitty, I've a good mind to fire you.

Go ahead, but look in your pocket first.

I suppose you put it there.

I used me head.

Try it sometime.

I'll have tea ready when you get back.

If you'd let me have a few bob, I could fix you a decent supper for a change.

You'll manage with what you've got.

Money.

Always money.

Well, you get the idea that I'm made of gold.

I'm sure I don't know.

I do.

Stingy old miser.

Western star, right on time.

Good morning, Kitty.

And how are you on this fine day?

I could say what's fine about it, but I'm too polite.

I know you are.

That's what I like about you.

The model domestic.

Always cheerful and polite.

How's the captain?

Up in the budget?

He is.

I wish he'd let us know.

He's not here.

Not here?

Where is he?

That's what we'd like to know.

We've tried every place we can think of and he just seems to have disappeared.

Vivian, when did you get here?

Yesterday afternoon.

But the old boy said you weren't due for a couple of weeks.

Well, I flew across.

There was something in his letter that rather disturbed me.

What's all this about the captain disappearing?

Well, he wasn't here when I arrived and he hasn't been home all night.

That's strange.

Where can he have wandered?

Was he expecting you?

Well, no.

I thought I'd surprise him.

And instead he surprised you.

Well, that's what you get for arriving without warning.

You're looking wonderful, Vivian.

How does it feel to be back in jolly old England?

America seems to agree with you.

I wonder you could pull yourself away.

Oh, one always comes home sometime.

What about you, Cliff?

What have you been up to all these years?

Oh, getting in and out of trouble, as usual.

And being pulled out for the captain, as usual?

Why not?

It's the only pleasure the old boy has left.

He's much too old to have any fun on his own.

And when you think of the life he led when he was younger...

That must be the captain now.

He wouldn't ring.

Is this the residence of Captain Sonnenberg?

It is.

I'm Inspector McIver of Scotland Yard.

This is Sergeant Shoubet.

May we come in?

Of course, Inspector.

Please do.

I'm Clifford Sonnenberg, the captain's nephew.

How do you do?

I'm afraid we have bad news.

The captain's body has been found on the beach

at the foot of a cliff, killed by a fall.

I'm not surprised.

Many's the time I've warned him.

But he wouldn't listen.

I told him some day he'd slip and fall.

He was too old to go scampering among them rocks like a goat.

Nonsense, Kitty.

He was as spry as I am in spite of his age.

You don't think he slipped and fell?

I don't think anything at the moment.

This is a terrible shock.

Is there some place we could go?

There's some questions I'm afraid I must ask.

Yes, of course, if you'll allow me this way.

Oh, excuse me.

Vivian, this is Inspector McIver and Sergeant... Schumacher.

Miss Bailey.

How do you do?

How do you do?

I take it, Miss Bailey, that you were also related to the captain?

Well, he sailed with my father many years ago.

When my father died, he took me into his home and

brought me up as though I were his own daughter.

You've been living here all this time?

No, when the war broke out, he sent me to America.

I've been there ever since.

You returned recently?

Yes, yesterday afternoon.

May I ask what time you arrived here?

About... about two o'clock.

Why?

According to the medical examiner, the captain met his

death yesterday between two and three in the afternoon.

That was just after I... Just after you arrived.

Strange that you should be out wandering on the cliffs at such a time.

Well, he didn't know I was coming.

He... he wasn't here when I arrived.

I wasn't here either.

It was my afternoon off.

And when I got back at six, Miss Bailey was here, but the captain had gone.

What time did you leave in the afternoon?

Half past one.

Was the captain home when you left?

No, he was taking his usual afternoon walk.

Mm-hmm.

Have a pleasant afternoon off?

Went to the cinema.

Did you go alone?

At my age, what else?

And you, Mr. Sonnenberg, may I ask when you last saw your uncle?

Yesterday morning.

I dropped in for a chat and left shortly before lunch.

Ha!

Chat, indeed.

At the top of his lungs.

Really?

You mean the old gentleman was deaf?

Only when he was asked for money.

Then he didn't hear anything.

Though some people had better luck with him than others.

I take it that you were one of them.

Not yesterday, I wasn't.

Kit is quite right.

I did try to tap the old boy for a couple of quid, but no go.

He was feeling tighter than usual, so I gave it up as a

good try and left with no hard feelings on either side.

I'd like to hear the captain's side of that.

Too bad he isn't here to tell it.

Where did you go when you left here?

Oh, I strolled about for a bit, thinking things over, and then I went back to town.

You didn't run into your uncle by any chance while on that stroll?

What are you implying?

I am not implying anything.

Merely trying to find out what happened.

Plain enough, isn't it?

Plain enough that he fell.

But how, Mr. Sonnenberg?

Did he slip?

Jump?

Or was he pushed off?

That's your job, isn't it?

I expect it is.

You'll be notified when to attend the inquest.

I'll see you all then.

Kitty, where's the Flying Dutchman?

Flying Dutchman?

It belongs here on the table with the rest of the ships.

Where is it?

How should I know?

I never paid any attention to his toys.

If it was here, I never knew it.

Well, it must be somewhere in the house.

It isn't on the table.

It's not in the house.

That's all there is or ever was.

He put them there when he finished them.

And never let me touch them.

Not even to dust them.

He did that himself.

Precious pile of rubbish.

You'd think they was jewels.

Nevertheless, Kitty, he did save great store by them.

Especially the Flying Dutchman.

Very proud of his handiwork.

Couldn't resist showing it off.

Where is it, Kitty?

It was on this table.

I distinctly remember seeing it when I was here yesterday.

If it was here yesterday, it would be here now.

I don't think you know what you're talking about, either of you.

I do, Kitty.

It was there and you know it.

Now, where is it?

Yes, Kitty.

What have you done with it?

Where is it now?

What'll it be, miss?

Perhaps you can help me.

I'm looking for a Mr. Henderson.

A blinky Henderson.

Who wants him?

I do.

Who might you be?

I'm Vivian Bailey.

Captain Bailey's kid?

Yes.

Well, blow me down.

I'm Blinky Henderson.

At your service.

Put her there, miss.

Begging your pardon?

There.

Sure, I remember the day you was born.

The old Dutchman was laying off Liverpool, ready to sail.

Snug cargo below, tied just right.

But the captain wouldn't weigh anchor till his

new kid had arrived and said hello to the world.

And he'd said hello to it.

I hope I didn't cause you to lose the tide.

Perhaps it would have been better for the skipper, rest his soul, if we had.

It wasn't a lucky voyage for him.

He'd never come back.

Well, miss, what brings you looking for old Blinky?

Surely not to talk over old times.

In a way, yes.

Is there someplace we could talk more privately?

There's a room in the back.

A living quarters.

It's not very elegant.

But that'll do fine.

Al, hop behind the bar here and take over.

What'll it be, sir?

A gin and bitters, please.

Very good, sir.

Is that you, Drummond?

Ah!

Oh!

Who is it?

Open now.

Now then, who is it?

Hello, old man.

What are you doing there?

Mattress too soft?

Heard a noise.

Someone hit me from behind.

Appears to be gone.

And so does the Flying Dutchman.

What?

Oh!

Don't tell me you expected this to happen.

Well, not just this way.

But now that the fish has risen to the bait, things will start to happen.

I don't care what, so long as you warn me the next time.

I'll stay right where I am and save myself a lot of trouble.

How's the head, O.G.?

Feels like a hangover with none of the pleasure of acquiring it.

You two stay behind my back now.

Behind your back, sir?

About you?

Really, old man, you must pull yourself together.

Come on, but now you, you know very well you... Hello, Seymour.

How's the big newspaper man?

Oh, I'm on my vacation now, sir.

Ah, lucky dog.

Wish I could say the same.

What's the trouble, Mac?

Too much work?

Too many murders.

Oh, really?

What's the latest?

Blinky Henderson.

What about him?

He caught a fatal kabled last night.

Poor Blinky.

You knew him?

Intimately.

Who was he?

He ran a dive on the waterfront called the Flying Dutchman.

All this is very interesting, Mac, but how does it concern us?

Thought you might know something about it.

I?

We found this on Blinky.

Your address.

So it is.

You have any idea how he happened to have it?

None whatever.

Perhaps you recognize the handwriting?

No, I'm... So how he got into Blinky's pocket?

No more idea than you have.

You wouldn't be holding out on me.

Now, why should I do that?

If I discover that you've been playing amateur detective again... Yes?

Just take my advice and don't.

You heard about the pitcher going to the well once too often?

And getting burnt or something?

Very amusing.

We should be on the wireless.

Hello.

What's happened to your head?

Stumbled into a door?

Yes, I... Very odd.

Seems to have collapsed right on top of you.

Well, yes, it did.

Funny thing about doors, they never collapse when you're sober.

Come on, gentlemen.

Drummond, I know you're withholding evidence.

And if and when I find out, watch out.

Good boy, Algy.

Come on, let's go.

Where?

The auctioneers.

What auctioneers?

Where you bought the Flying Dutchman.

Oh.

What for?

Can't wait till we've had our breakfast.

Which would you rather have?

Breakfast or your three pounds back?

My three pounds!

Come on, then.

Seymour, you wait in the car and keep an eye open.

Oh, but I wanted to help, sir.

Then wait in the car.

Fair gave me a start, she did.

Coming up so unexpected like.

I'm sorry, I was about to ring.

Is this Captain Sonnenberg's house?

It was.

He's dead.

What did you want with him?

Well, our business wasn't with him.

It was with a Miss Kitty Fife.

I'm Captain Drummond and this is Mr. Longworth.

Well, now that we've... You're one of them clever ones, ain't you?

Come in.

Now, then.

That's quite a collection.

The late Captain's handiwork?

Miss Harvey, you might say.

What is it you wanted to see me about?

Miss Harvey, isn't there something missing?

What, for instance?

The Flying Dutchman.

What are you talking about?

Why did you sell the Flying Dutchman to McGill, the auctioneer?

Who are you and what do you want here?

I'm not from the police, if that's what you're worried about.

If you're not the police, how does it concern you?

It concerns my friend here, Mr. Longworth, who purchased it from McGill, and who

suffered a painful attack last night at the hands of the person who stole it.

And while we haven't reported it to the police yet, if you'd prefer answering

their questions to ours... I don't know what you mean.

I know you sold it to McGill.

We've just talked to him.

What we want to know is why.

I was forced to.

Forced to?

By whom?

He was a stingy old man.

He'd pot some money, everybody knew it.

He was always crying poverty, especially when I asked

him for a few shillings to get something for the house.

So, I took to helping myself here and there to a few things I thought he might

miss, and handed them to Mr. McGill for a few bobs.

So you just helped yourself to the Flying Dutchman and sold it?

For how much?

Ten bob.

Ten bob?

I was robbed!

Yes, I'm afraid you were.

Twice.

You seem to be bound somewhere.

May we give you a lift?

I was going into town.

Fine, so are we.

Come along.

Doing a bit of shopping?

No, I have business at a solicitor's.

Oh, going to make your will?

Going to hear one read.

Captain Solenberg's.

Sounds exciting.

You have expectations, no doubt.

I gave him the best years of my life.

That's the least he could do.

Quite so.

And yet, you do have a solicitor of your own, I trust?

No.

Why should I?

Well, it may not be necessary.

For all we know, the late captain has done rather handsomely by you.

But on the other hand, if he hasn't, well, I do think

you should be represented by counsel, just in case.

Yes, I see what you mean.

I'm a frightened much acquaintance with solicitors.

Perhaps you know one you could recommend.

Well, I don't generally go around tooting my own horn, but it

so happens I number a legal degree among my accomplishments.

And if you'd consider using my services, they're entirely at your disposal.

Oh, would you?

I'd be ever so grateful.

Then, whatever we get out of the old skin flint...

I mean... I understand you perfectly.

Agreed.

It's a deal.

Mr. Roberts, Miss Kitty Fife.

Oh, yes, Miss Fife.

Mr. Roberts is expecting you.

Won't you go right in?

Are these gentlemen with you?

I'm looking after Miss Fife's interests.

I'm her counsel.

And this gentleman?

Oh, I'm just a friend.

I'll stay out here.

With you.

Here you are, Kitty.

This is my solicitor, Mr. Drummond.

Mr. Drummond?

I don't believe I've ever... I'm afraid I haven't practiced law lately.

My most recent title is Captain.

Otherwise known as Bulldog Drummond.

Have we ever met, Mr... Sonnenberg.

No, Captain, we haven't.

But I've heard quite a lot about you.

I didn't realize I was so notorious.

The whole word gets around, you know.

Miss Bailey, Mr. Roberts.

How do you do?

Please don't let me interrupt the proceedings.

I believe the purpose of this meeting is to hear the will.

I was just about to read it.

We were waiting for Kitty.

Everyone ready?

The last will and testament.

I, Clark Sonnenberg, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, and not acting

under duress, menace, fraud, or undue influence of any person whatever,

do make, publish, and declare this my last

will and testament in the manner following.

That is to say, first, I direct that my attorney and friend, Jerome Roberts,

be appointed executor of this, my last will and testament.

Secondly, I give, devise, and bequeath all of my estate, real and personal,

to my nephew, Clifford Sonnenberg, making him my sole heir.

Thirdly, I make no provision for Vivian Bailey, the daughter of my late friend and

associate, Thomas Bailey, and nor for Kitty Fife, my housekeeper, who has served

me well and faithfully for many years, leaving it to the discretion of my nephew

and heir to see that they are amply provided for,

in witness whereof I have here unto set my hand.

And that's it.

I should say it's enough, but not for me.

Why, that ungrateful old man, who I've done for him all these years, and leading

me to believe him, why, he told me himself I'd come in for a handsome son.

And so you will, Kitty, take him care of.

You'll see.

Why, by the time you get through paying off your debts,

there won't be a farthing left for me or anyone else.

The whole thing's a fraud.

That's what it is.

What are you going to do about it?

There doesn't seem to be anything that can be done.

It all sounds quite legal, I'm afraid.

Legal, my foot!

Why, you were there yourself when he told me he'd take care of me.

That's what he called you to the house for.

At any rate, it's of no account.

This is dated last November.

Are you sure there isn't a later will?

Why, no.

What makes you think there is?

Well, his last letter to me led me to believe that he'd changed his mind.

If he had, he must have changed it back again without doing anything about it.

At any rate, that's his last will and testament.

And, as the captain here just pointed out, perfectly legal.

I don't think you could break it.

Well, if he can't, I'll find someone who can.

I say, Vivienne, you haven't any hard feelings about this.

No, none whatsoever.

Good day.

What about next Friday?

Perhaps we could have dinner together.

Oh, Bailey!

Could I have a word with you?

What about?

The Flying Dutchman.

I trust you've received it in good condition.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Then let's talk about something else.

Really, I'm afraid I don't have the time.

It's in your interest, believe me.

You mentioned having received a letter recently from the late Captain Sonnenberg.

Could you tell me what's in it?

Why?

Captain Drummond!

Yes?

The inspector just arrived, sir.

He's on his way up.

Miss Bailey, you'd better leave.

At once.

But I don't understand.

Before you're arrested for murder.

What murder?

Blinky Henderson.

Killed?

What do you know about it?

Nothing.

This way.

Here, go to my place.

I'll see you there later.

Hurry!

There's no time to lose.

Hello, Drummond.

What are you doing here?

After that warning you gave me today, I

thought I'd better drop in and make up my will.

What brings you here, Inspector?

I suppose you had nothing to do with that.

I merely showed the young lady to the door.

Where did she go?

I'll go home and look under the rug.

If she's there, I'll call you.

I wish you would go home and stay there.

Mr. Robertson, I wish to see him.

There's someone with him.

I'll tell him you're here.

Well, if you need any help, Inspector, just drop in.

I'll be home.

Come along, chaps.

Hello.

What happened?

We seem to have been visited by a small cyclone.

I say, she didn't waste much time, did she?

That's what comes of inviting strange women to make themselves at home.

They do.

Do you suppose it was Miss Bailey that did this, sir?

Whoever did certainly was thorough.

Come along, Algy.

You stay here, Seymour.

Straighten things out, see if anything's missing.

Though I doubt it.

Where are we going?

To call on a lady.

But did she know as the police are searching

for her, the last place she'd go is home.

That sounds quite logical.

I think you have a point.

We've been here.

As far as I can see, this is a waste of time.

There's probably no one home.

Hello, Sergeant.

When did you leave the force?

I beg your pardon, sir?

I see you're buttling for Miss Bailey now.

Oh, that?

I'm here on duty, sir.

Please, duty.

Is Miss Bailey in?

No, sir.

Are you expecting her?

I couldn't say, sir.

May we come in?

But there's nobody here, sir.

Oh, Sergeant, you underrate yourself.

Yes, Sergeant.

You certainly do.

Do you see it?

It's the Flying Dutchman.

Here, let me see it.

What are you looking at?

It's the same ship, isn't it?

Not quite.

Don't you notice anything different?

I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to put that down.

I have strict orders, nothing's to be touched.

But, Sergeant, that's my property.

I paid three pounds.

You'll have to take that up with Miss Bailey.

Where is she?

She's got a yard with... With Inspector McIver.

Thank you, Sergeant.

That's all I wanted to know.

But Hugh, my boat!

Come along, old boy, we'll pick it up later.

But suppose it's gone!

I'll buy you another.

Won't be the same.

Not after three pounds and a knock on the head.

Even though I still don't know what it's about.

Now then, Miss Bailey, would you mind telling me

what you were doing at the Flying Dutchman cafe?

How do you know I was there?

You were there, weren't you?

Yes.

Do you recognize this?

Yes, it's my handwriting.

Yes?

Captain Drummond's here, sir.

Have him come in.

Ah, come in, Drummond.

It's a good thing you're here.

I was about to send for you.

I knew you were.

I thought I'd save you the trouble.

You know Miss Bailey?

A sort of hit-and-run acquaintance.

Did you find what you were looking for?

Where?

My place.

I never got there.

The inspector's men were waiting for me outside.

Thought you were being clever, didn't you?

Well, I took you at your word.

Always do that, Inspector.

You will save yourself a lot of trouble.

Miss Bailey is just informing me you'll be interested to know that the handwriting of

your address here, which you claim not to recognize, is in fact her own.

Interesting.

Is that all you have to say?

Uh, very interesting.

And you, Miss Bailey, what have you to say?

I had a reason for giving Blinky Captain Drummond's address.

Naturally.

Would you mind telling me what it was?

Having heard Captain Sonnenberg mention Blinky as an old shipmate of his,

I went to see him thinking he might help me.

What help were you in need of?

I was puzzled.

Confused by several things.

The manner of the Captain's death, the last letter I'd had from him,

alluding rather mysteriously to events in the past bound up

with the Flying Dutchman and a ship model he'd made of her.

I had to find someone who knew, and I thought of Blinky.

So I looked him up and went to see him.

Have a seat.

Now, miss, what can I do for you?

You heard of Captain Sonnenberg's death?

Read it in the paper.

Blink in shame.

You sailed with him on the last voyage of the Flying Dutchman, didn't you?

I did.

Why do you ask?

Because of something the Captain wrote me in the last letter I received from him.

What was that?

Well, it wasn't very clear.

So he were afraid to set it down on paper.

He said he'd explain later, but that if anything happened to him before then...

and that in it I'd find the answer to everything.

And did you?

It was gone when I arrived.

Kitty the maid had sold it.

Do you know who's got it?

It's now in the possession of a Captain Drummond.

I went there this morning and tried to buy it, but he wouldn't sell.

Why not?

I don't know.

Captain Drummond?

Why, where's his date?

Why?

I might want to have a chat with him.

Perhaps take a look at the boat.

I'm curious.

Same as you.

You still have no idea what it could mean?

How could I till I've seen it?

All right.

Here it is.

Captain Drummond.

Worry far.

And if you have any luck, please give me a ring.

I'm stopping at the shelter.

Indeed I will, miss.

You'll be hearing from Blinky before you know it.

Just keep a steady course.

What about the boat?

Do you have it now?

Oh, where is it?

Do you have any idea?

No, I don't.

What happened to it?

Well, Drummond, I'd like an answer to that myself.

Algy exchanged it for a tap on the beam by a person or persons unknown.

That was the door that collapsed on him.

Why didn't you report it?

Burglary is a crime, you know.

The police like to hear about it.

I was going to, Mac, but you were so wrapped up in your murder, I didn't want

to bother you with anything so, uh, petty.

Next time, please allow me to be the judge of that.

You see what's happened?

You've withheld information very pertinent to a murder.

Is it?

How?

Well, obviously there's a connection.

If Blinky was interested in that boat, uh, what time did this boat snatching occur?

Shortly after midnight.

Blinky was killed about an hour later.

He could have been your midnight caller.

He didn't inform you by any chance how he intended to procure that boat,

or did you give him instructions?

Are you implying that I sent Blinky to steal that boat?

He did, didn't he?

How should I know?

If he did steal it, it was no longer in his possession when we arrived.

The logical deduction in that case is that he was killed for the boat.

I know nothing about that.

You've no idea of its value, if any?

That's right.

Or where it may be now.

No, I don't.

That will be all, Miss Bailey.

Thank you very much.

I take it that goes for me as well?

Oh, yes.

Go on and stay away.

That's all I ask.

It's always a perfectly simple case until you get involved.

It's still simple once you figure it out.

Yes?

Only I haven't figured it out yet.

I'll let you know when I do.

If you're staying at the Shelton, it's on my way.

May I take you home?

That's very kind of you.

Not at all.

Good day.

Yes, sir?

Call off Schubeck at Miss Bailey's apartment.

Tell him to report to me directly when he gets back.

Yes, sir.

And you have no idea where the Flying Dutchman may be?

No.

No, have you?

Mm-hmm.

Well, where is it?

I'll tell you inside.

Well, there it is.

Surprised?

Well, how did it get here?

Believe me, I don't understand this.

Yes, it's the Flying Dutchman, all right.

Well, somebody must have brought it here this morning after I left.

Are you certain it arrived this morning and not last night?

Are you accusing me of killing Lincoln?

Did you?

Of course not.

Do you know who did?

No.

Don't you believe me?

I'd like to.

But I give you my word.

It's not me you have to convince.

It's Inspector MacGyver.

Are you going to tell him about this?

That depends on what you tell me.

But I've already told you everything.

Take a look at it.

Well?

According to what you told us, it should mean something to you.

Does it?

No, I'm afraid it doesn't.

Perhaps if you examine the sails.

Well, what about them?

Don't you know?

No.

This is the boat you were after.

Oh, yes, yes, it is.

Fine.

Well, I'll be going.

Unless you'd care to join me for dinner.

Well, I'm afraid I'm a little tired.

Perhaps some other time.

Well, cheerio.

Captain Drummond.

You weren't looking for me, by any chance?

No, I... She's in.

Good.

I called up a little while ago and got a policeman.

He is gone and she's back.

Scotland Yard just wanted to ask her a few questions.

Vivian.

Why should they bother her?

Poor girl, she's been through enough.

Not with a captain's death.

I want to make it up to her.

That's why I'm here.

It's what the old boy wanted.

Very generous of you.

I assume you intend making it up to her with more than just money.

How do you mean?

She's a rather attractive girl.

Looking after her should be a pleasure.

Frankly, the idea hadn't occurred to me.

But it is an idea.

Good day, Captain.

Good day.

Well, hello.

If I'd known you were going out, I'd have offered you a lift.

Well, thank you, but I've changed my mind.

If you change it again, I can take you where you're going.

Shall we go in?

Yes.

Good day, Captain.

Good day.

The bobby just went round the nail file.

Nail file?

This is hardly the time to be worrying about your nails.

Wait a minute, I can't fight it.

Here it is.

Here it is.

Algae.

Algae.

I say, old man, I can't fight bitters.

Oh, come here.

All right.

You hurt yourself?

No.

Just my head again.

You try using it.

Come on.

Let's see what we have here.

That's as good a place as any to begin.

Hmm.

The Log of the Flying Dutchman.

Is that what we came after?

No, but I think I'll borrow it anyway.

You certainly go to a lot of trouble just to borrow a book.

Who knows, old boy.

The Log of the Flying Dutchman may be tomorrow's best seller.

Here, hold on to it for me, will you?

We found it.

Is that what we risked our necks for?

Those rags?

Rags, algae.

Can't you see?

They're a sheer cloth of gold.

Come on, old boy.

Watch your step.

Hello, Elgin.

How's the beans, love?

Have you been there all night?

Good morning, Captain Drummond.

Morning, Seymour.

Must be interesting reading.

Very.

The old Dutchman had quite a history, especially her last voyage.

It was just like a storybook.

They weren't after buried treasure.

Not exactly.

They called it salvage, but it was treasure, all right.

Several million pounds worth of bullion in the

hold of an old wreck off one of the Canary Islands.

Not really.

Pirate's gold?

Nothing so romantic.

It was the Portuguese tax collector's revenues from the colony of Brazil.

For years after the Dom Pedro went down, scores of salvage masters made tries for

her, until she broke up on the bottom and shifted with the tides.

And no one ever recovered the treasure?

Now you're getting ahead of our story.

Captain Bailey, our Miss Vivian's father, had made a study of the local tides and

believed he knew where the precious cargo lay.

And, being owner as well as captain of his ship, decided to take a crack at it.

And found it?

Yes.

That is to say, part of it.

Enough to make rich men of himself and his crew.

Unfortunately, they never lived to reach port for their treasure.

The flying Dutchman was lost in a storm with only two survivors.

The first mate, Mr. Sonnenberg and Mr. Blinky Henderson.

What about the money?

Were they able to save it or did it go down with the ship?

Of that the log says nothing.

However, if one may venture a guess...

You think they got away with it and played mum?

Well, here are the facts.

Both Sonnenberg and Henderson had once retired from

the sea, himself comfortably in his own little pub.

As for the late captain Bailey's daughter, the sole lawful heir to the salvage,

if it had been recovered, the newly retired Mr. Sonnenberg

takes her into his home and raises her as his own daughter.

Why?

Out of sheer goodness of heart?

Or to appease his conscience for robbing her of the fortune which was legally hers?

By Jove.

Then the late captain Sonnenberg and Blinky

Henderson were just a couple of jolly thieves.

However, Sonnenberg's conscience must have

stirred itself just before he died or was killed.

That's why he sent for Vivian, hinting mysteriously

at the fortune he was going to leave her.

But why all the mystery?

Why couldn't he come out with it openly?

Because it was stolen property.

He couldn't keep it in a bank.

How could he account for it if any question ever arose?

And for the same reason, he wouldn't trust the knowledge of it to his solicitor,

his nephew or anyone else.

Undoubtedly, he intended keeping it a secret until his death.

Or at least until Vivian arrived.

And the secret was in the ship's model.

As plain as the nose on your face.

Or the bump on Algy's head.

Of course.

Here, let me see it.

I don't get it.

That's just the point.

You ain't intended to.

Hello?

Hello, Kitty.

This is Captain Drummond.

Have you found yourself another solicitor yet?

What's that to you?

Just friendly interest.

Tell me, do you happen to know where I can reach Miss Bailey?

She's not at home.

She'll be here in a few minutes.

Tell her to wait.

I'll be right over.

I say, old boy.

Don't you want us to come with you?

Not this time, Algy.

I'm saving that head of yours for a special occasion.

So long.

Hello?

This is Kitty.

Captain Drummond just called.

He's on his way here.

All right.

Come in, Kitty.

Come in.

Miss Bailey here yet?

Music

Music Music

Music Well, you finally woke up, huh?

Enjoy your nap?

Not too much.

I was a trifle cramped.

I was afraid you might try to walk in your sleep.

Didn't want you to get hurt.

There are solicitors of you, Mr... I don't believe we've met.

Not face to face.

I was the bloke behind the door.

Oh, the shy type.

Personally, I prefer the more conventional introduction.

Less wear and tear on the skull.

May I ask where I am and why?

I'll tell you the why, all right?

Where's them sails?

You mean the sails on the boat?

Look here, Drummond or Bulldog or whatever

you call yourself, you know what sails I mean.

So come off it quick, before I bash your face in.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Now do you know?

No!

No!

Who was that?

I'll let you see for yourself.

Might give you an idea of what I'm talking about.

Bring her in here.

I'm sorry they got you too.

Hello, Kitty.

How did you get into this?

Well, Drummond, which will it be?

You or the girl?

Or both?

All right, Kitty.

We'll begin with her.

Ow!

Stop that!

It's either you or her.

I don't care which, as long as I get them sails.

Why do you want them?

You had the boat and sold it with the original ones.

If I'd known... Hold your tongue.

All we want's the sails.

If we don't get them quick... I'm liable to suffer the same fate as Blinky.

But he cheated you, didn't he?

He'd already changed them.

Yes, but they didn't know that.

In fact, they didn't know anything about the sails.

That's why they sent the boat to me, hoping that I'd leave... Hold your tongue!

Where are they?

At my home.

Where do you want them?

Woodbury Warehouse on King's Road.

Give me the phone.

Get it, Kitty.

Tell them to put the sails in an envelope.

Drop it in the rubbish bin near the entrance.

Within an hour.

It's as good as done.

Once they do that, they're to leave.

Because if they try notifying police or anybody's hanging about...

Well, you can judge for yourself what'll happen to you and her.

Yes, I think I can.

It'll be just the way you want it.

Hello, L.J.?

Phew!

It's Drummond.

I say, where are you?

We've been worried stiff.

We called the Sonnenberg house and no one was home.

We were beginning to think something had happened.

It has.

Is Seymour there?

Let me speak to him.

Seymour?

Where are you, Hugh?

Can't you tell me what's up?

No, I can't.

Is Seymour there?

Put him on, please.

He wants to talk to you.

Listen, Seymour.

I can't say very much.

Can't tell you where I am or anything else.

So don't ask any questions.

Just listen very carefully and follow my instructions.

Do you hear that?

What is it?

He's tapping out a message in Moore's code.

What's he saying?

Will you please repeat that, Captain?

Do you have that now, Seymour?

Woodbury Warehouse on King's Road.

And it must be within the hour.

Yes, sir.

I have it.

Good.

It'll be there all right.

You stay here with him.

Just in case you have any trouble.

I won't.

I don't believe you will either.

Sit down.

This must be it.

Let's have it.

Do you mind telling me how you discovered the sails had been switched?

I found that out.

All I needed was one look at them to know those wasn't the Captain's signs.

And what do you expect to find in them once you have them?

Perhaps a paper?

A message?

Do you know?

I'm beginning to guess.

What do you intend to do with us?

If you don't try any tricks and we get what we're after, we're leaving the country.

Can we rely on that?

I'm sorry you had to get into this.

Oh, I got myself into it.

Of course, if Algie weren't such a sucker for auctioneers...

or you had agreed to have dinner with me... Next time I'll know better.

Well, then, how about tomorrow night?

It's a date.

I wouldn't depend on it.

Did you get it?

Here it is.

And the sails?

That's the Captain's sewing, all right.

Look at the stitches.

No two the same size.

He must have been drunk.

I can't make anything out, can you?

No, but she should be able to.

What about it?

Come on, what is it?

I don't know.

Just a minute.

It's all in the stitching.

What about the stitching?

It's Morse code.

So it is.

Long and short.

I thought he was drunk.

He knew what he was doing, all right.

And so does she.

He taught her that code business himself.

They used to play games when she was a tyke.

In that case, she can read it right off to us.

What does it say?

Well, it's been so long, I've forgotten most of it.

Perhaps this will bring it back.

I can read it.

Give it to me.

All right, Drummond.

But don't make any mistakes.

Because if you do, we've got a way of correcting them.

It's a long message.

You better write it down.

Ready?

T-W-E-L-V-E P-A-C-E-S E-A-S-T.

Twelve paces east.

Go on.

One fathom deep.

Got it.

What's next?

Sixteen paces north of south.

Next.

Lies Davy Jones' keep.

How does it read?

Twelve paces east.

One fathom deep.

Sixteen paces north of south.

Lies Davy Jones' keep.

It don't make sense.

Or does it?

I'm afraid it's beyond me.

Sure, if you put your mind on it, it'll come to you.

Sudden-like.

It's no use.

We may as well tell them.

It's simply a matter of reading them as you

normally would if the sails were still on the ship.

That's right.

You start with a mainsail.

Sixteen paces north of south.

Then the topsail.

Twelve paces east.

Then the foresail.

One fathom deep.

And finally the jib.

Lies Davy Jones' keep.

Sixteen paces north of south.

It still don't make sense.

Sure it does.

Sixteen paces north of south rock.

Below the lighthouse.

You're right.

That's it.

Hello?

Yeah, just got it.

South rock.

Okay.

Right.

Come on.

They go in with us?

Just to make sure this means what it says.

Because if it don't... Get up.

Turn around.

Come on.

There it is.

Keep an eye on them.

I'll go along.

Arnold?

Yes, Mr. Sonnenberg?

Mr. Roberts?

Yes.

Did you have any trouble?

They showed good sense.

They behaved just fine.

Now where are they?

Back up in the car with Kitty.

Well, let's get to it.

It says here... Sixteen paces north of the rock.

That'll be this way.

That would make it on dry land.

It says one fathom deep.

Doesn't that mean it's underwater?

Not necessarily.

To an old sea dog like my uncle, a fathom is six feet on land or sea.

Sixteen paces north of the rock, eh?

Fifteen, sixteen.

Now what?

Twelve paces east.

It'll be up here.

Eleven, twelve.

Well, what's this?

That's it.

One fathom deep.

We've been tricked.

Drummond's already been here.

He must have it.

Well, we've got him.

And if we don't get it from him... Please stay where you are.

You're under arrest on the charge of murder.

And I must warn you that anything you say... It's too late for that, Mac.

You should have warned them sooner.

I'm afraid they've already found themselves.

Have long to wait?

I got here as soon as I received your message from Seymour.

I see you've found a way to keep yourself occupied.

Very profitably, too.

I didn't know that much gold still existed.

I presume that legally it's yours.

But that, of course, will be for the courts to decide.

If you're in the market for a solicitor... I certainly am.

Shall we talk it over?

No.

Can you think of a better time?

Well... No.

Then he has all the money.

Oh, well, I... Who am I to complain?

After all, he did help out.

A little bit.

Lucky stiff.

And she has all that money, too.

I wonder if I'll ever get my three pounds back.

Oh, I doubt it.

But, um... Here's your boat.