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Hey, Willie.

>> We were forced to come down.

It's no use you trying to pretend. This

account must be settled now.

Landlord, where's the whiskey I ordered?

>> Downstairs. I'll bring her up as soon as

you settle this lot.

>> I'm going to the bank in the morning. I

shall meet the car.

>> I see. It's your last chance, you know.

>> £18 six shillings.

>> Well, I said we were fools to come down.

>> Not we, mother. You've always been a

fool and you will never learn. You can't

get above the petty sneak thief and the

knife. You have no imagination.

>> We don't want imagination. We want

devil.

>> And this has been useful.

>> So you still carry that thing. I thought

I told you this affair was to be

bloodless. You told me. Huh? You tell me

this. You tell me that. You call

yourself the brains of the outfit. Who

got us into this mess? Who keeps saying

wait another day, Fox is bound to turn

up. You are the fool, Desia.

>> If you ever call me a fool again, I

shall kill you and the killing will be

bloodless.

Where you going?

>> Since I cannot take a drink, I shall

take some air. Coming? I suppose so.

Maybe we'll meet Charlie Fox

after you. Ma

It's Fox. It's Charlie Fox dead.

>> Yes. Head spashed in.

Couldn't be. Couldn't be the cliff. He's

too far out.

Couldn't be the tide. He's practically

dry.

Bura,

there's the end of a crook

>> and the end of a chase. No wonder we

couldn't find him. We'll never know what

he was after. And we'll never be able to

muscle in.

>> I wonder if

>> the water's hardly touched it. There

must be 30 quid of this a penny.

>> What have we got there? What's that?

>> Diamonds. Diamonds.

What is it, Morgan?

>> Begging your pardon, Mr. Duncan, but

there's a body down at the mort.

>> Well,

>> well, we think it's a suicide.

>> Nonsense. We don't know if suicide is in

trigger.

>> Dr. Gray says it is. He's down there

examining the body now. And we think,

begging your pardon, sir. He thinks that

you might know the man. It's official.

>> Drive on, Phillips.

>> It's official, Mr. Duck. All right,

let's get it over. Jump in, Morgan. Very

good, sir.

>> Here we are, sir.

>> Good afternoon, Mr. Duncan. Not a

pleasant sight, I'm afraid, but the

features are untouched. Would you mind?

>> This man came to see me on business. He

gave me the name of Edward Randle.

>> Uh, could you give me his address, sir?

>> I believe he was staying at Rossley

Farm, but hasn't he left any papers?

>> There was nothing in his room and his

pockets were practically empty. I

thought perhaps you might be able to

help him.

>> I cannot help you, father.

>> But, uh, could you tell me the nature of

the business, sir?

>> No.

Well, uh, he wanted to buy my property,

the tradine.

>> Come on, Wayne.

>> Yes. Good afternoon.

Sorry to have kept you, Dick. Oh, hello,

Daddy. We've had our tea. It's in the

drawing.

>> Thank you, Stella.

>> Excuse me, sir. The problem later.

>> I wish you wouldn't smoke in here. You

know how I detest it.

>> Lots of things you don't like, aren't

there, Duncan? Policemen, dead bodies.

And you?

>> Thanks.

So Randall wanted to buy the mine. Quite

a lot of people are interested in buying

Trigaris.

Only last week someone offered you more

than twice its value and you turned it

down.

>> The price of tin has risen and there are

many speculators.

>> That's not the reason. Someone's trying

to force you to sell. He's not too

particular about his method.

>> And he's trying it on the wrong man.

You will sell the mine and I will take

half the proceeds.

>> What do you mean?

>> My dear Duncan, you don't imagine I've

enjoyed toading to you,

putting on an act, pretending to be the

soapy secretary.

Was only useful because people thought I

was so harmless.

I'm not really, you know.

And now that I found that letter about

you killing a man some years ago, now

that Mr. Randall has turned up, or

rather his body, well, I ask her.

You don't think that I kill Randall, do

you?

>> Yes.

>> You liar. You know that isn't true.

You're lying about him and you're lying

about the letter. How does it read?

What's in it?

>> Oh, so you admit there is a letter. No.

It reads, "I, James Duncan, confess that

on the night of June the 17th, 1920, I

killed Robert Martindale.

This act was done in a fit of temper."

Then comes some Morlin sentiment

finishing up with something about

bringing up his daughter, Stella, and

the belief that I am her father.

Correct. Lord knows why you bother to

keep the thing, but murderers of vain.

Well, Duncan, how about it?

>> Supposing I refuse to sail.

>> Then a lot of people will get a

surprise, including Stella.

>> Only if I agree. What is to prevent me

from altering my will afterwards?

>> Well, it's all very simple. First, you

will sack young Warren, the girl seeing

too much of him.

>> And after that?

>> And after that? Oh, after that purely as

a matter of form and as a guarantee that

I receive your money, you will see to it

that I marry Stella.

>> You crossing deep. I'd rather hang than

see you.

>> It's the what?

>> The mile isn't set to work.

>> A bad show, Mr. Done. Second in a month.

>> Yes, inspector. What was it? Dynamite.

>> Yes. The whole of the new workings

blocked. The water's coming into the

third level. Where'd they get the stuff?

>> 10 to one. It was from the shed.

>> Have you checked out? Not yet, sir.

>> Well, get on with it, man. Get on with

it.

>> Better take the stock book.

>> All dynamite signed for.

>> Thank you, sir.

>> Oh, sorry, Sergeant. Uh, excuse me, sir,

but there's a Mr. Be outside. said he's

got something that might be of interest

to you.

>> Who is this Mr. Be?

>> He said of the local health and strength

society. You know, sir, all orange juice

and sandals.

>> Chairman,

>> be good, sir.

>> This way, sir.

>> Mr. Deals.

>> Good evening, gentlemen.

>> I'm Inspector Carter from Bodman. You

know these gentlemen?

>> Of course. Good evening, Mr. Duncan. I'm

Mr. Bodin.

>> Good evening. Well, Mr. Be, what are you

to tell us?

>> May I sit down? clue.

>> Well, I was walking past the mine last

night.

>> What time?

>> It would be about 11:00 and I saw a man

come out of a shed. It may have been two

men, but I couldn't swear to that.

>> What made you go past the mine? It's

close to my favorite walk. It was a

perfect night with a grand moon. And in

spite of a grand moon, you cannot be

sure whether it was one man or two moon

shadows. Inspector Moon Shadows and my

eyes. Of course.

>> Of course. Mr. Duncan, do you suspect

anyone?

>> I've arrived at the state of mind where

I suspect everybody,

>> including you, Inspector. Well, thank

you, sir.

>> Oh, you know what I mean. Somebody is

deliberately working to get me out of

the mine. I've been pestered to sell by

phone, by letter, even in person.

>> Meaning Randall?

>> Of course. Who else?

>> Was there anyone else, Mr. Duncan?

>> No, no one else. If it hadn't been for

the slackness of my manager, this would

never have happened.

>> But Mr. Duncan, you can't blame me for

>> I blame you for everything. I no longer

require your services.

>> That's most unfair, sir. I must take

exception to

>> You can take what exception you like.

>> This is hardly a matter for public

discussion, is it, Mr. Duncan? Anything

more, Mr. Beals?

>> No, Inspector, that is all. Just one

man, or perhaps two.

>> Mr. Duncan, I suppose you won't be sorry

to get rid of the place.

>> What the hell do you mean?

>> I just wondered if I should be getting a

new neighbor. That is all.

Good evening, gentlemen.

>> Can I have a few words with you in

private, sir?

>> No.

>> Well, I must go and take a look at that

dynamite store. By the way, Mr. Duncan,

watch your step.

>> What do you mean, Conor?

>> Well, anyone who wants that mine wants

it badly.

>> Are you suggesting that my life is in

danger?

>> If anything were to happen to you, Mr.

Duncan, somebody might think your

daughter would sell.

>> See you later. Now, look, sir. I really

must request. I have nothing further to

say except that in future you will keep

away from my daughter.

>> First of all, you attack me without any

reason or excuse. Then you try to run

Stella's life and mine. Believe me, Mr.

Duncan, I won't stand.

>> I am ordering you to get out of my life

and out of this district.

>> Is that clear?

>> I'll see you in If you think you will

run my life like you run your employees,

you're very mistaken.

>> Who's there? Stella, father.

>> All right, come in.

>> I'm sorry, father, but I must talk to

you. You know why?

>> Yes, it's about Warren, isn't it?

>> Of course. I've just left him.

>> I'm sorry, Stella, but you do not

understand.

>> But I do, Father, only too well.

Someone's been getting at you. Someone

who wants Dick's job, and you've been so

foolish and weak-minded that you give

him away. I won't have it, father. Dick

and I are in love. He's the best manager

you've ever had. And now he's being made

a scapegoat for some rotten underhand

work. You dare give a reason. You dare.

>> Now listen to me, Stella. There is a

perfectly good reason for Warren's

discharge. But please, please don't ask

me now.

>> Oh no, Mr. Duncan. That would be most

unwise. Please forgive me. The door was

open. I couldn't help it over here. Is

there anything I can do?

>> Yes. Get out.

>> Phillip, you know about this injustice.

Your father's private secretary. Why has

Dick Mr. Warren been sex?

>> I have already told you that I will not

answer that question. Neither will Mr.

Rainford. I should think not, Mr.

Duncan.

>> You see, Miss Stella, Mr. Warren may be

a most presentable young man, but does

that necessarily imply that he's an

eligible one?

>> He can't have done anything wrong. He

can't have. It's a putup job, and you're

at the back of it, isn't he, father?

>> I can't say. Stella, please go to your

room. And I promise you that in the

morning you shall have a full

explanation. Please leave us.

>> Very well. It's 2 to1 at the moment. But

tomorrow Dick will be here and then

father we shall want the truth and

there'll be no need for a secretary.

>> Well well now you'll have to do

something won't you?

>> Look here arrangement. You have got me

like that. But you're not going to bring

grief on Stella. Understand?

>> Perfectly. But you haven't enough money

to satisfy my needs. So, you'll have to

sell the line

>> and sell Stella to you. Do you imagine

that I could do that? Why, she loathed

the sight of you?

>> Possibly. But it'll have to be done,

won't it?

>> No. I shall tell Stella the truth.

>> That you are not her father and that

you're a murderer.

Think again, Duncan. Now, you have the

rest of the night to think up some

excuse. You ought to be good at that.

Happy dreams.

Wait.

>> What is it?

>> Repeat your instructions.

>> I'm to break into the library of Mr.

Duncan's house, force the safe, and take

out the paper marked with mine 1895.

I'm to bring it to you.

>> Correct. Now go.

I address my appeal to Mr. Sexton Lake

of Baker Street, London.

My name is James Duncan and I reside at

Triarith House, Trigarwith

Con.

I am threatened on all sides by

Rainsford, my secretary, by Warren, my

manager, by frightening, intangible

things which are fast closing in on me.

This record of my voice, they convey my

distress and fear, and I charge you to

erase it from the wax, but not from your

mind.

Please help me slowly

for the love of pity.

Help me.

Heat.

Heat.

I address my appeal to Mr. Sexon Blake

of Baker Street, London. My name is

James Duncan and I reside at Tarit

House, Tarit Cornwall.

In the year 1920

in Malaya, I shot a man. This act was

committed in a fit of temper and in

consequence I have suffered ever since.

I charge you to erase it from the wax,

but not from your mind.

Please help me, Mr. Blake. For the love

of pity, help me.

Morning, Sergeant.

>> Good morning, Mr. Blake. How are you?

>> Very well indeed, sir. Thank you. I got

your message.

>> Oh, yes. Do you mind if I have a look at

your visitors list?

>> Not at all, sir.

>> There you are.

>> Thanks.

>> You know, Mr. Break, we don't get much

fun around these parts. I see a murder

and that cliff accident's been like a

breath of fresh air to us.

>> Yes, I dare say. Who these two chaps?

Lacy and Robinson.

>> Oh, maybe two gentlemen stayed out the

fisherman's rest, but they're all right,

sir. Identity cards and everything

proper.

>> H, I wonder.

>> Do you mean fake, sir?

>> Maybe.

>> Oh, dear.

>> What do they look like? Well, sir, first

man's a bit of a gent, well-dressed.

Second's rather rough looking, you know,

a bit toughike.

>> I see. Tell me, did you go to Duncan's

library after the murder?

>> No, sir. I was on duty here. Constible

Morgan went along with Inspector Cot.

>> Oh, yes, I know Inspector Carter. Who's

Morgan?

>> Wartime Constable, sir. Sent down here

from London. He's in there now. Bit of a

worker he is.

>> Let's have a word with him, shall we?

>> Certainly, sir. Morgan.

>> Yes, Sergeant.

>> Oh, Morgan, we have a visitor here. A

very important one. Not half. Mr. Sexton

Blake.

>> Oh, and how did you know?

>> Well, I've seen his pictures. How are

you, Mr. Blake?

>> How'd you do?

>> Sergeant Crosby tells me you

investigated the murder with Inspector

Cutter.

>> That's right, sir.

>> Where was Duncan when you found him?

>> Sitting at his desk. His head had fallen

on his arms.

>> Show me.

>> Certainly, sir. Uh, excuse me, Sergeant,

but uh you're dead. Like that.

>> And uh the wound?

>> Uh just there, sir. The bullet had been

fired in the direction of the French

window and by someone who was standing.

>> How do you know that?

>> Well, sir, the bullet had entered the

head in a downward direction.

>> Good for you, sir.

>> Are you finished with me?

>> Oh, yes. I'm sorry, Sergeant.

>> I understand that Inspector Cotter has

arrested Mr. Warren.

>> That's right, sir. He's in there now.

>> Inspector seems very sure of his ground.

>> Yeah, she's always like that, sir.

>> Well, sir, they've got evidence. They

found a revolver in Mr. Warren's office

drawer, and the blasted bullet fits. I

see.

>> Was anything missing from the library?

>> Yes, sir. Mr. Duncan's safe had been

opened with his keys, and someone had

taken an old plan of the trial with

mine.

>> Was that all?

>> That's all, sir?

>> I don't know.

>> Oh, Mr. Rainsford, check the contents.

>> I see. Sergeant, can I have a word with

Mr. Warren now?

>> Unofficial, sir.

>> Unofficial.

>> Very good, sir. This way, please.

Mr. Blake to see you, Mr. Warren, sir.

There you are, sir. Thanks.

>> Hello, Mr. Warren.

>> How'd you do, Mr. Blake? This is an

honor. They told me you were in Travis.

>> They Well, Stella Duncan.

>> Oh, yes. Sit down.

>> Thank you.

>> I've only had a formal meeting with her.

Of course, I I didn't ask her any

questions.

>> Thank you, sir. Is there anything I can

do? Anything?

>> Have you any theory as to why Duncan was

being pestered to sell the mine? No sir,

it beats me. The workings weren't

particularly valuable. We certainly

hadn't struck a new load of tin.

>> Any existing set of plans?

>> Only one set. They are Mr. Duncan safe.

>> You mean they were?

>> You mean they're missing? Stolen?

>> Yes.

>> Mr. Blake, you don't think I stole them

after after

>> after after you shot Duncan?

>> Yes.

>> Do you think that I did?

>> Thank you, Mr. Blake. Thank you very

much. But why commit a murder to steal

some old plans?

>> Why try to buy a mine and then blow it

up? Sounds nonsense, doesn't it? It

>> certainly does.

>> Very dangerous nonsense, Mr. Warren.

>> Well, cheer up. You and I will be having

a drink together soon.

>> It'll be on me, sir. Thank you.

>> It's all right.

>> Very good, sir. I understand. Goodbye,

sir.

>> Sergeant. Sergeant.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Better lock him in. He's dangerous.

>> Easy, sir.

>> About as dangerous as you are.

>> You're right, sir.

>> Tell me, how do I get to the place where

they found the suicide? What's the

matter, Morgan?

>> Well, Mr. Baker, speaking personally and

entirely out of turn, I don't think it

was suicide.

>> You have no right to say that, Morgan.

Dr. Grace says it was. Your reasons,

Morgan?

>> Well, he couldn't have fallen from the

cliff, sir. The body was too far away.

>> He might have been washed up at the

tide.

>> No, sir. His clothes were practically

dry.

>> See, how do I get down to the beach?

>> Oh. Uh, when you go out of here, sir,

turn left. Take the narrow path that

lies straight ahead of you. That'll lead

you down to the sands. The cave near

where the body was found is on your

right.

>> Thanks. Thank you, Son. That's all

right, sir. Good day, sir.

>> Who do you think you are? Sexton Blake?

>> Yeah. No, but I'd like to be. Oh,

heat.

Who's there?

>> Who's there?

>> What are you doing in here?

>> Down quickly.

I heard some shooting.

>> Someone's just taking a pot of me.

They're in there.

They are trying to get away. Any other

exit by this one?

>> No. He can't get out without passing us.

You stay here. I'm going in.

>> I'm coming with you.

>> Watch this.

>> Come out of it, you smile.

Pull that.

You ready?

>> Yes. Come on.

Keep down. I'll use my torch.

>> What's that? Looks like concrete. It

>> is. The mouth and strength lunatics that

bought the house up above had it done.

Thought the sea had bring the cliff

down.

>> By the way, what's your name?

>> Tom Pervvis. You've been to Chicago all

my life.

What's yours anyway?

>> Sex and Blake.

>> Sex and Blake. No wonder they couldn't

hit you.

>> Come out in your

time.

>> 11:30.

>> Come on. You get trapped. Toys coming

in.

>> Coming in pretty fast. You're

>> right, sir.

My friends

are together.

>> Good morning, Lenard.

>> Morning, sir.

>> Mr. Deacy and Mr. Robinson in.

>> Yes, sir. They're upstairs.

>> Bit of a party on, eh?

>> Well, the fact is, they are celebrating.

>> Oh, celebrating what?

>> Well, they've had a bit of a windfall,

sir. M

>> they're all friends of mine. Do you mind

if I go up?

>> Not at all, sir. Number two room, sir.

Top of the stairs.

>> Thanks.

>> The more we are together. Together.

Together. The more we are together.

Certainly not, Mr. Fisher. Certainly

not. And the more we are together,

the merrier we'll be. lake.

>> I see you don't change. Me,

nor you, Lassier.

>> What is this? A rescue?

>> Sit down, Blake.

>> No thanks.

>> Have a drink. It'll be up in a minute.

>> No thanks.

So, Mrs. Delacian Robinson have come to

Money, eh?

>> It was a gift.

Yes, I'll bet it was in more senses than

one. Where'd you get it?

>> I'll be frank with you, Blake. We found

it on

>> Keep your mouth shut.

>> Oh, on the beach. So, the late Charles

Fox contributed.

Paul, you and I are old enemies.

You know that I know too much about you.

Now, why are you here?

>> Are you prepared to bargain? Yes.

>> I'll talk and you won't. Uh,

>> exactly.

>> He followed Fox, because we thought he

was on to something good.

>> He was, but he didn't help him. He was

past that.

You didn't kill him, Paul. I know that.

But you're no killer.

But now our friend Mera, I didn't do it.

No. For once, I'll believe you. You

don't use a blunt instrument.

Go on. He had money on him. We were

broke, so he naturally come in.

>> There you are, gentlemen.

>> 210 out of a Fiverr. Control price 259.

Nice going.

>> I know that, sir. But if I want it, I

have to pay for it.

>> What a wicked world this is.

>> It is that gentleman.

>> Sure. No thanks.

I knew Fox.

He was a diamond man. He never went

after anything else. Where are they?

Here. I see.

Well, why didn't you clear out

immediately afterwards? We wanted some

more.

>> So Fox had been dating Duncan that

night. I went into Duncan's house just

to investigate.

Is the bargain still on?

Yes. Yes.

I saw Duncan killed.

Who was it? I didn't see his face. He

was of medium height, rather thin. Did

you follow him?

>> No. I don't like guns.

Well, thanks, Dier. I advised both of

you to stay here. It uh mightn't be

healthy if you try to leave. By the way,

Mara, for diamonds, not on your life.

Oh,

>> well, I'll be seeing you, Asia.

Oh, and uh try to keep M off the

whiskey. Usually leads to trouble.

>> Well, thanks, Morgan. It's been very

useful. Oh, thank you, sir.

>> Will Thomas Duncan be in the drawing

room?

>> Yes, sir.

>> By the way, have you ever had a look at

Dassie and Mar's identity cards?

>> Yes, sir.

>> They call themselves the Lacy and

Robinsons. Sounds like a musical act,

doesn't it, sir?

>> Yes.

>> And do you want me to get busy on them?

>> No, I think they're more useful as they

are.

>> Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Blake.

>> Hello, Mr.

>> Hello, Morgan.

>> Hi, Mr. Stella.

>> It's very kind of you to give us this

interview. There are just one or two

points, you know.

>> Certainly. How is Mr. Warren?

>> Oh, he's fine. We'll have him out in the

air. No, thank you. Won't you sit down?

>> Thanks.

>> And Morgan,

>> thank you.

>> Now, on the day of the explosion, you

and Mr. Warren went into the library and

saw

>> saw Mr. Duncan trying to throttle me.

Mr. Blake, my name is Reford. I was

secretary to Mr. Duncan.

>> I know. I was about to send for you.

>> That saved you the trouble. Stella, mad.

I want a word with you alone.

>> I'm sorry, Philip, but Mr. Blake.

>> Mr. Blake can wait.

>> Mr. Blake can't.

>> I advise you to keep your nose out of

this business. I don't like snow,

particularly unofficial ones. Why was

Mr. Duncan trying to throttle you?

>> Come in.

>> Oh. Uh,

excuse me, Miss Stella, but Mr. Beals

has called.

>> Oh,

Bees. Who's that, Morgan?

>> He's an expert in health and strength,

sir.

>> Oh, I must try and get him on my side.

>> Tell Mr. Beals he can go.

>> Yes, sir. Alice, please ask Mr. Beals to

come in here.

>> Yes, Miss Mr. Beals is the head of a

movement known as the Lotus Society.

>> Oh, yes. The headquarters are in the

house on the cliff just above the beach.

>> Oh, are they?

>> Mr. Beans.

>> Good afternoon, Miss Duncan. Oh, Mr.

Redson, I thought I would take this

opportunity to offer my condolences.

Why? It's Constable Morgan. I'm afraid I

haven't the pleasure.

>> Oh, and Mr. Sexton Blake.

>> Sexton. Sexton Blake. Honored, my dear

sir. Honored.

>> Thanks.

>> But surely Baker Street is

>> Oh, Mr. Blake's on holiday.

>> Funny way of spending a holiday.

>> I'm sorry.

>> Dear dear, how unfortunate. War nerves.

I have no doubt. Mr. Rainsford should

try my cure. Through health and

strength, we come to happiness.

>> Yes.

>> So you live in the house on the tip, Mr.

Wheels.

>> Yes. We started this little community to

do what we can in our small way to

improve the world.

>> Very ambitious. Many members,

>> a dron or so. But all enthusiasts, you

must pay me a visit, sir.

>> Oh, I will. By the way, there's a cave

immediately beneath your house.

>> That is correct. I had a part of it

shored up with concrete. We were

frightened of erosion. The sea, you

know, it was rather dangerous.

>> Still is. Someone took a pot at me down

there.

>> You mean he fired at you?

>> Mhm. But how shocking did you see your

asalent?

>> No. He must have shifted that concrete

wall of yours. One of your members, no

doubt, Mr. Beals.

>> One of my members, Mr. Blake.

>> Health and strength, you know.

>> Oh, I see. Excellent. Excellent.

>> Well, I'm glad to see you safe and

sound.

>> Thanks.

>> Coming, Morgan?

>> Yes, sir. Good afternoon, miss.

>> Good afternoon.

>> Oh, perhaps we can continue our talk

tomorrow.

>> Yes, of course.

>> Bye.

>> I look forward to our meeting, Mr.

Beals.

>> Oh, yes.

>> Don't forget. I won't.

Bye, Mr. Bees.

>> What do you make of it? Oh,

>> I don't know, sir. A bit fishy, perhaps,

but I must say, even his crazy gang have

never caused us any trouble.

>> You on duty tonight?

>> Yes, sir.

>> I want you to carry out a little

experiment for me.

>> What's that?

>> Call a Beiel's place about midnight.

Knock him up, and say you thought you

heard someone moving about in the

grounds.

>> All right, but don't you go getting into

any more trouble, sir. We got another

idea already.

>> You worry about me.

Now, there's just one now we're at home.

I'd like to check up on what on earth

made you think I consider buying the

mine.

>> Oh, just a hunch and a voice on the

telephone asking Mr. Duncan if he would

sell. It was you, wasn't it?

>> You're wrong. Telephones. I detest the

things.

>> Look here, Be. We've been fencing long

enough. I don't know what you're really

up to. And I don't care. All I do know

is that you're desperate for the mine.

So desperate that you or one of your

bunch killed Mr. Duncan when he refused

to sell, hoping that Stella Duncan would

part with it.

>> That's a very serious charge.

>> Murder's a very serious matter, but that

part of it doesn't worry me. All I want

is a big commission, and I think I could

force Miss Duncan to sell. Well, as a

matter of fact, I own a certain document

which I think might interest you. Well,

before we talk money, there's something

I want to check up on. It's in my safe.

I'll get it.

Someone's been at the safe.

Stay where you are. Range.

What is it? Who could have got into this

house tonight? Not at all. Carl and I

saw that. There's been a burglary. Now

get out and search the house and search

him. Go on. Take him with you. Oh,

>> look here. He'll die.

>> Go on. Get busy.

Come out of that. I've got you covered.

Oh, so it's you still on holiday? Give

me what you took from that shape.

>> I can't. It's It's still there.

Heat up

here.

Open door.

What's going on there? Great. Great.

Oh god.

Hello Now,

hello there.

Hey there.

>> Yes, sir. You certainly scared him last

night. The night shift thought you was a

ghost.

You know, sir, they're very

superstitious in these parts.

>> Well, frankly, I can't blame them.

Defense of the past few days has been

enough to scare most people.

>> How you feeling now, Mr. Blake?

>> Oh, fine, thanks for anything.

>> Good.

>> Another cup of coffee?

>> No, thank you, sir. Tell me, what you

going to do about Master Bees?

>> Just now? There's not very much I can

do. You see, I made an unlawful entry

and was rightly chased out of the house,

and I can't prove I was shut down that

shaft.

>> But what about the plan of the mines,

stolen from Duncan and found by you in

Be's house?

>> Now, practically destroyed by water. No,

that's not good enough, Morgan. I've got

to make Reignsford repeat in front of

witnesses what I heard him say to be

last night. And I think I know how to do

it. Come in.

>> Yes, Mrs. Dellion.

>> There's a telephone call for Mr. Morgan,

sir.

>> Oh, thanks. All right, Morgan.

>> Thank you, sir. Excuse me.

>> Where was it, Morgan? Excuse me, sir,

but you said just now you were ready for

anything.

>> Yes, that's right.

>> Well, they've just found Rainsford dead

in his bedroom. His throat's been cut.

>> Get a car quickly. Very good, sir.

>> Miss Duncan,

>> I'm so sorry.

>> Excuse me, miss. May I go up to the

room?

>> Yes. Yeah,

>> I'll be up in a minute, Morgan.

>> All right.

It's all right. Go.

Just come and sit down. Must have been a

rough experience for you. Feeling cold?

>> Yes, Luke.

>> Here, I'll drink this coffee.

>> Thank you.

>> You sent to the doctor?

>> Yes, he's on his way.

>> Good.

Take these tablets. It'll make you feel

better.

>> Thank you.

>> Who found Mr. Rainswood?

Did you

did you hear a noise or just find him?

>> The maid was frightened of him.

I took him his usual cup of tea and I

saw

I saw

>> Yes. Yes, I know.

>> Why should I suffer like this? Why

should daddy be taken from him then

deacon? And now this has happened. Why?

Why?

>> Just lie back and relax a little while.

You'll feel better in a moment.

>> Morning.

>> This way, sir.

>> Oh, Alice, will you go and keep an eye

on Miss Duncan? She'll fall asleep in a

minute or two.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Dr. Gray. Yes. My name's Blake. Sexton

Blake. How do you do? I'm sorry it been

so long. I've had it on a trying. Kate's

been up all night. Oh, I understand.

Let's go upstairs, shall we?

How's Miss Stella?

>> Suffering from severe shock. I've given

her a sedative. Good. Mr. Morgan.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Thank you.

>> Well, bit of a mess. I haven't touched

anything. How's the young lady?

>> Oh, bit hysterical, but she'll be asleep

in a minute.

>> Oh, good, sir. He's left a note. A long

one. A confession.

>> A confession?

>> Yes. It's lying open on the desk. He

says he shot Duncan and hid the gun in

Warren's office. Morgan, that's very,

very interesting.

>> Doctor's finished his examination. I

think he needs a wash after that lot.

>> Being a bit quick, isn't he?

>> I don't know, sir. It's pretty obvious.

>> What razor did R would use?

>> Duncan's. He got his initials on it.

>> Unmistakable suicide. He's after

confession.

>> Well, there's nothing else I can do at

the moment. Good morning. Good morning.

Come on.

Here it is, sir. I, Philip Brainsford,

residing at Tragar with House, Tagar

with Cornell, confessed that I shot my

employer, James Dougl Duncan. We had

been old enemies for several years, and

affairs between us had gradually grown

worse. My salary was an extremely poor

one, and he refused to increase it.

Also, he stood in the way of my marriage

to his daughter, Stella. I shot him with

a revolver that had been in my

possession and hid the gun in the desk

of Mr. Warren's office, hoping that the

crime would be pinned on him. Because of

the worries that I had been recently

experiencing, my nerves had been in an

extremely disturbed state, and to this

end, I had a violent quarrel with a man

known as Charles Fox, Adius Randall.

This took place a few nights ago on the

edge of a cliff. He goes on to say how

he'd like his body to be disposed of.

Huh. Right specimen, Asa. No wonder he

got tired of life.

>> He didn't.

He was murdered.

>> What? Sir,

take a look.

>> Flake.

>> Hello, Conor.

>> Who in the name of Blue Blazes gave you

leave to interfere? Morgan, you're

exceeding your duties. I'm afraid we're

both guilty of that, Inspector. But you

may thank me later on. Remember the last

case?

>> I'm not concerned with the last case.

I'm concerned with this one.

>> Inspector. Morgan and I have been in the

library.

>> Morgan.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Oh, get out of here.

>> The pupils of his eyes are contracted

and there's the puncture of a

hypodermic. When a man decides to cut

his throat, he doesn't take a morphia

injection. might deaden the pain, but it

would weaken him.

>> You mean he'd be strong enough to write,

but not to cut?

>> Exactly. I bet he also confesses to

trying to savage the mine.

>> Yes, he takes the blame for everything

that hadn't.

>> Very obliging of Mr. Reignsford, isn't

it?

>> But Dr. Gray said it was suicide. He

never spotted the eyes. What a doctor.

>> Oh, I expect he's overworked and takes

things at their face value. So do you,

Morgan. You know, you thought it was

suicide, too.

>> That's true enough. Then was Reignsford

forced into that confession and then

murdered? He was

>> suicide plain as a pike staff,

>> you see.

>> Well, what's the mystery?

>> I'll strike a bargain with you,

Inspector.

>> What is it?

>> You forget about exceeding duties and

I'll put you on to something good or

bad.

>> Okay, Blake, let's have it.

Diamond in the house. Haven't got

in.

>> Hello, Blake. How are you?

>> Fine, thanks. How are you, Lars?

>> Pretty fit. What can I do for you? I

just want to know if you can identify

these for me.

>> Is this an official visit?

>> Partly

I've seen these before, but where? When?

I've got it. They're from the Vander

Homer, Nicholas. He tried to sell them

in Amsterdam in 1939.

>> Amsterdam. But nobody bought them.

>> No, he was unlucky.

>> Well, what happened? Well, by rights,

they should still be there. Unless, of

course, Jerry walked in and helped

himself,

>> which is exactly what he did do. And now

they're here.

>> And now they're your property, I hope.

Isn't it strange how diamonds get

around,

>> isn't it? Well, I'll be seeing you,

Lance.

>> Tea?

>> No, I can't stop now. Must get along to

the home office before they shut.

>> Sir Horris Cranson will see you now,

sir.

>> All right, thank you.

Hello, Sir Horus.

>> Well, hello Blake. This is an unexpected

pleasure. Sit down. Can I be of use to

you this time?

>> Well, I'm just up from Cornwall, place

court. I've been working on a case down

there.

>> I know. A fellow called Rainswood wrote

a confession, committed suicide. Hardly

in my land of country. But there must be

something in your back of it or you

wouldn't be here.

>> Well, in the first place, it wasn't a

voluntary confession. And in the second

place, it wasn't suicide.

The whole thing is a security matter.

That's why I'm here before giving

details to the police.

>> What is it? Enemy agents?

>> Yes.

>> Are they after the mine?

>> Very much so.

>> Then why foul their nest by committing

murders?

>> Well, they didn't want to. Two of the

deaths didn't appear to be murders in

the first place. Look, I made these

notes on the way up.

>> Thanks.

>> They give full details together with my

theories.

>> What started you thinking on security

lines?

>> Diamonds. They were stolen by Charlie

Fox. His murder was the first link in

the chain.

>> Diamonds? How did you get them?

>> Oh, they came into my possession.

You know, stones of that value could

only be stolen from the trade. They came

from Amsterdam.

>> Amsterdam.

>> That's it. Now occupied with the

Germans. Well, I'll leave my notes with

you, sir. Harrison, thanks for seeing

me.

>> Thanks for seeing me, and I'll get to

work on this.

>> Good.

>> You're going back to Cornwall?

>> Yes. I want to see what's going on in

that mine. I think there's some dirty

work at the crossroads.

>> Well, take care of yourself.

>> I can do that. All right.

>> Well, goodbye. Goodbye.

Hello Mayel.

>> Dean, sir, I had your wire at dinner

already.

>> Good. Any messages?

>> Yes, there's a gentleman to see you.

He's in the waiting room. He's inspector

from the yard.

>> Oh,

>> don't let your dinner spoil, sir. Oh,

>> evening, Inspector.

>> Good evening, Mr. Blake. I'm Inspector

Rexon. Inspector Cot telephone me from

Trigarwis.

>> Oh, yes. What can I do for you?

>> Just put your hands up.

>> Oh, so that's it?

>> Yes, that's it. Now, go into the hall,

pick up your bag, and tell your servant

that you have to return to Cornwall.

>> And if I refuse?

>> Well, Mr. Blake, you're too wise a man

to refuse.

>> Perhaps you're right.

Uh, Mabel.

>> Yes, sir.

>> An unexpected development has arisen. I

have to turn to Cornwall at once.

>> Oh, but your dinner. You must have your

dinner.

>> I'm so sorry, but this is a very

pressing matter, isn't it, Mr. Blake?

>> Very pressing.

Your bag. You must have your bag.

>> Oh, yes.

I'll never cook you another dinner as

long as I live.

>> He's coming round.

>> It's about time. The next time you bash,

don't bash so hard.

This will do the trick.

The mastermind is recovering.

>> Take off the bandage.

We brought you here to make you talk.

And unless you talk as much as we want,

this will be the last case you'll ever

handle.

Oh, it's no use trying to find me.

I can see you, but you can't see me.

>> To savor the trouble of lying, we've

been through your belongings.

We have the diamonds.

Now,

>> why did you visit the home office? Why

not the police?

>> That'll come later.

>> Oh, no. It won't.

Was the home office of his impressed?

>> Very.

>> Why do you think we want the mine?

>> It couldn't be as an advanced base for

invasion, could it?

>> What is the name of the official you saw

at the home office?

>> Wouldn't you like to know,

>> Carl?

Let him have it.

Well,

what is his name?

>> Mr.

Mr. John Travers.

>> That's better.

Now, Mr. Blake, you are going to write a

letter.

All right, Ver,

you will address the letter to Mr. John

Travers.

Ver

see if there is a Mr. John Travers at

the Home Office.

>> So that's how Rainsford wrote his

confession.

>> Well, Vera,

>> there is no Mr. Travers at the home

office. Should keep your records up to

date.

>> Otto, some music, please, and make it

loud.

Just to drown any incidental noises, Mr.

Blake. Now then, the right name,

>> Mr. John Travers. You're lying. There's

no such person as John Travers. Are you

going to give the right name or do you

want some more?

>> There's nothing more I can tell you.

Otto, stand by the car. Now, Carl,

what is the name of the man you saw? His

name. His name.

All right, Carl.

Stop it. You here. You kill him. Not

yet. Not here. You kill him. Oh, I stop.

>> Mr. Warren.

>> Pass me. What is it? More tea?

>> No, sir. Something sweeter than tea this

time. You read that, Mr. Warren.

>> Release.

>> Release. Sounds as welcome as the

flowers in May. Don't look much like a

fly, do I, sir?

>> And I can save Mr. Blake that drink I

promised you.

>> Mr. Blake ain't back yet, sir.

>> Well, you'll do it for the moment. And

Morgan.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Uh, may I?

>> Official, sir.

>> Very official.

>> Thank you.

>> Hello, Morgan.

>> Hello, Mr. Warren.

>> What's the matter, Charlie? Not in the

first three.

>> Listen to this. Famous detective's

tragic end. Sexton Blake killed in

blackout accident.

Ston Blake, the world famous

criminologist of Baker Street, is

believed to have been knocked down by a

car during the blackout.

He died on his way to the hospital and

was subsequently identified by highly

placed officials at the home office and

Scotland Yard.

>> Can't be true.

>> He was murdered the same as the rest of

them.

>> Oh, Dick. Vick, darling, they found me

about your rel.

>> What's the matter?

What is it?

>> Sarah, darling, there's a report here of

Blake's death.

>> Oh, nonsense.

>> Hello. Who? Mr. Kerning. Oh, hello, Tom.

Mr. Preston, Minister of Mines at 7:00.

What's this in aid of? Oh, I see. Right

out Tom.

That was Tom Kernik foreman up at the

mine. He's had a message and Mr.

Preston, Minister of Mines, is coming

down to inquire of the sabotage. Wants

me to be there at 7:00. You better come

too, Mr. Warren.

>> They're ready for you, Sergeant.

>> Oh dear. Who's in there, Mr. Warren?

>> Well, there's Mr. Preston, Minister of

Mines. He's a bit tough. There's the

chief constible Colonel Wilter of course

and represented the home office credible

there Mr.

and our friend Carter. Come out.

This is Santley, sir. Good evening, sir.

>> Hey, Son, come in. How long have you

been into Sergeant?

>> About 12 years, sir?

>> These explosions of the mine. Any

theories?

>> Unofficial, sir.

>> Of course.

>> Well, sir, I've always had an idea

there's been some dirty work going on.

>> You see, fifth column. Hey, Sergeant.

>> What is all this talk about fifth

columnists?

>> It's stubborn nonsense, Mr. Jordan. I'm

Chief Constable and I can assure you

that

>> that there ain't no such animal. A

Colonel Wills all so stuff and nonsense.

Why? Only last week I had the pleasure

of hanging one myself. Figuratively

speaking, of course.

>> Well, you know what I mean.

>> Are you any serious, Mr. Warren?

>> Well, I really can't say so.

>> Well, don't you think as manager of the

mind should know?

>> Yes, of course. But I haven't had much

opportunity.

>> Why not?

>> Well, I only came out of prison this

morning.

>> Prison on what charge?

>> Murder.

Oh, and who are you?

My name is Darcier.

Paul Darcier.

I've come to give myself up. I want you

to arrest me.

>> On what charge?

>> Wandering abroad without visible means

of support if you like. I don't really

mind.

>> What's wrong?

>> I want to be safe in a prison.

I'm frightened.

>> Frightened.

Frightened of what?

>> My friend Mara is missing. stolen a lot

of other people. What's strange about

that?

>> I think he's dead.

>> Now listen, old man. We're in

conference. Give us a few minutes and

then we'll hear what you have to say.

Understand?

>> Yes. I'm sorry, sir.

>> Oh, that's all right. There's a canteen

I'll tell you. Go and have a cup of tea.

We'll look after you in a minute.

>> Thank you, sir.

>> It's only just outside.

>> Yes, that's right.

He's a queer customer. Anybody know

anything about him?

>> Yes, sir. He and his friend are staying

down at Fisherman's Rest. Constible

Morgan knows more about him than I do.

>> And where's he?

>> He's off duty, sir.

>> Oh, excuse me, gentleman. Black eyes.

Could I have a cup of tea, please?

No.

Yes.

Well, it's time I had my dinner.

Let me see. What is my hotel?

>> It's the red light, sir. I'll show you

the way.

>> No, no, I'll find it. I'll find it. Good

night, gentlemen.

>> Okay. Yeah.

Are you constable Morgan?

>> Yes.

>> My name's Jordan. I came down with Mr.

Preston.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Have you any idea what these fells are

up to?

>> I'm not sure, but I have a pretty good

idea, sir.

>> So have I. Come on.

I know this place. You do, sir?

>> Yes.

Someone shot at me in that cave. And

just there, Dassi and Mar found a body

of Charlie Fox. But how do you know

that?

>> Well, well, Morgan, I am flattered.

>> Why? It's just a legend.

>> Whatever happens, they must know.

Someone's going to kill Dier because he

saw the man who murdered Dunham.

>> I won't go in. I won't. Keep moving.

I didn't see his face.

Liar.

>> Stay where you are. You're covered.

>> I tell you, I don't know.

>> Come over to our side and you stand a

chance. Stay with you and you're as good

as dead.

>> Make up your mind.

>> You will come with us, Desi.

>> Holy smoke. Do you recognize that voice?

Not quite, but there's something.

They're gone.

They got his heart.

He's still breathing.

>> Love

can't fool me. Recognized your voice.

That better man. Thanks.

>> Who killed Duncan Desier?

>> The more we are together,

the barrier we'll be. Who killed Duncan,

old fella?

Remember Bargain?

>> Yes. I promised if you talked I

wouldn't. I'd get to my word. The police

didn't get you.

>> No.

Jedi,

who was it? Who did you see in that

room?

>> He's calling for a doctor.

>> I'm afraid it's a bit late for that,

sir.

>> Yes. Too late.

>> Now, we've got to get a move on. Life

comes right up to here. Rush this letter

to the chief constables. The home office

gives him full authority. The rats are

in there. We've got to surround them.

So, what about you?

>> I'm safe.

>> I can't leave you here.

>> Help me up here.

>> Morgan, what is it, ma'am?

>> It's a letter from Mr. Jordan. It's

urgent. It's for you, sir.

>> Well, where is he?

>> He's at the back of the He's at the back

of the cave under the cliff side.

>> Cave? Cliff side? I know. See there?

>> Yes, he's there. Dead. Beal shot him.

>> Did Bill be get away?

>> Yes, the back of the cliff. There's a

concrete door there. I left Mr. Jordan

waiting to try and get in. Jordan has

guts.

>> Warren, get a hold of half a dozen

picked men. If they can be armed, so

much the better and rush them down to

that cave. Then report to me or we get

some dynamite. We may have to blast our

way in.

>> Come on, Gerard.

>> Morgan.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Get the commanding officers of the camp

on the phone. Pretty good, sir.

Better shot than I thought I was. No

sign of him. The home office has gone

home. Car get this man in you. Otto,

you stay this side and keep your eyes

skinned. If you see anyone approaching,

run in and give the alarm. Right.

Yes, he's given us all the entrances and

the exits. You know, I take my head off

to Mr. Jordan. He may be old, but he's

fellow.

>> Yes, he gave me that impression. I hope

he's all right. But surely they wouldn't

hurt an old boy like him.

>> Oh, now not much. They are hands,

Preston. You know, two things I regret.

One, that Mr. Jordan didn't take me into

his confidence. Two, that Mr. Blake

isn't here, sir.

>> You're right, Morgan. Oh, really, Mr.

Warren?

>> Yes, sir. All organized.

>> Then off you go. Get into that cave

somehow. But don't blow up the town.

>> I'll watch it, sir.

>> You know, I'm rather looking forward to

this.

>> Are you, sir?

>> All set. Oh [ __ ] sir.

>> Come on. And when we get to the beach,

keep a note in order. There's a chance

to snipe you. All right.

Stay a seat.

>> That's not that strength, folks.

>> He ain't got much strength left.

>> Mr. John.

Mr. John

Castle

somewhere.

There's no time to waste in there. We're

going in. Come on, chefs. We'll take a

chance and blast you.

Put this guys under cover. They're

hanging them down to bits.

Heat.

Heat.

Really here.

Clever, Mr. Blake, but not clever

enough. Well, you're going to die. But

first, you'll answer some questions.

How did you escape from the attic?

>> They made the mistake of leaving me

alone with one man and one arm free. I'm

afraid I broke Rixon's wrist.

>> So, you broke his wrist. Well, in

return, we shall break yours. Next, your

reported death. It was faked, of course.

When did you discover that I wasn't

Jordan?

>> Just now, you were looking at that map.

You thought you were alone. Pretending

to be a [ __ ] is tiring, so you

straightened your shoulders.

Well, before you die, you'll know how a

real [ __ ] feels.

Take off his coat.

What's it

right?

>> Hello there. And your whole specific

you must even

Jordan

here

just in case.

This big cave is obviously enemy

headquarters. Which way did you come in?

Flew in there. Let's see.

Administration and radio.

Well, that's obviously this room.

Did we get the message through? Yes,

sir. Colonel Will's acting right away.

The rescue party will be here any minute

now. They'll have to come through tunnel

number two. Back into enemy

headquarters.

>> Yes. And it's our job to warn them.

>> How? Don't know till I see the place.

Come on.

Let's wait as you can

headquarters. I'll lay hand to one of

the places for the rats. I'll just wait

till we show ourselves and open up. Come

on, Andrew. Tom,

straight ahead is number two tunnel. At

any minute, our lads be coming down it

somehow. We've got to get across Morton.

Any suggestions?

>> Yes, sir. This

>> You mean chuck it in the center which

explodes maybe that?

>> That's right, sir.

>> Damn risky. Why don't it sometime?

>> Well, have a jerry machine gun pumping

lead into us. No thanks.

>> You sir?

>> Yeah. Well, just a minute. Hey, lend us

a code.

Now, perfect. Now, I'll make a dash for

it. When you hear a shout, yell like mad

to distract attention. After that, it's

free for all. All right, now we're in

like old time.

>> Yes. Yes. No time now. Just down there

at Jerry's headquarters. Warren and

party are on the other side. Now on my

signal, I want to order a yellow light

mad and then make a dash for it. After

that, it's anybody's fight. You won't

need these rifles. It'll be hand to

hand.

>> Ready? Right.

Heat.

Heat.

It's Gray. It's Dr. Gray. Meet Dr.

Schultz, the only man who could certify

murder as suicide.

>> No wonder Dasia said get the doctor.

>> Well, we've got him.

>> And what a doctor.

>> All right, take him away.

Heat. Heat.