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Not only is the property Parson's Lane 13 ...

fallen into a shack full of vermin.

It is owned by one Alicia Goodall.

Who is Alicia Goodall however, readers will ask.

This is the maiden name of the wife of the chairman of the county council.

Is something wrong? -You can not say that.

Why not? It's true.

But Mrs. Stenton is a nice ... She's a slumlord. He would prefer.

But I will expose him. -But She does so much good in the village.

The benefactors turn the country into one big tenement.

City and country, a haven for thieves.

Because they prefer not to see what is ugly and corrupt?

You think with your feelings, Edith. Just like your mother.

England will be auctioned, and you let the cold.

Or not, my child? -I am not a child.

You are sadly wrong number.

Who was that? -A woman...

Are you sure it was not a man?

You can bad lie, just like your mother. Listen.

When my daughter will turn crazy ... What are you talking about?

In this village, nothing happens without me knowing it.

A certain Vance, representative ...

Father post. -ls who had been?

Meeting "Sobriety borders on divinity.

Reverend Pryce-Jones talks about the evils of liquor ...

and encourages his audience to follow Muhammad.

Muhammad? No way. Not in this part of England.

My jacket. And then type the letter as I dictated to him.

Muhammad? We'll see about that.

Centrale? Here 115. The hotel, please.

May I speak to Mr. Vance?

Friends, I noticed a question on your lips:

Who, you say, is this guy?

My friend is a follower of the Prophet Muhammad ...

the first religious leader who forbade drinking alcohol.

And what he got to do with this Christian gathering?

Damn fools and foreigners. -We Should be ashamed ...

that we ignore the lessons of Mohammed and the Americans.

l every English house where alcohol is also misery.

Lariekoek. -Armoe, Neglected children.

Spouses who are not men, but beasts drunk.

How many divorces and crimes are the result ...

the innocent glass of wine?

The cozy dram, the pint with friends?

I can ... -What an utter nonsense.

Sir, you are a fool.

Friends, let us not condemn those deluded man.

He is grievous led on the path of the sinner.

Rather, let us pray that one day he may find salvation ...

and will not be among the doomed.

Let us pray for a moment ...

Asked in.

Good day. -Verdomde Vandals.

Pardon?

You should look at that.

It's not a stream, but a dump.

Cans, bottles, remnants of a pram ...

My God, there is even a dead cat.

Yes, but perhaps it is the cat fell in.

I have written to the council and the press.

I have even pamphlets printed. Meaningless.

The country is one big slum, and no one sticks a finger.

Who are you? Even such a teetotaler?

I'm Catholic.

I have not much time to pick.

Always pray for the conversion of England. How dare they.

But you do like a drink.

Do I know you? -I doubt that.

I guest here this weekend with a friend.

ln het hotel?

Since I know what to tell you about.

My name is Raggley. Come on, let me see the village.

Once I was proud of it. But now there are thieves everywhere ...

banality and indifference. But enfin.

With one eye closed you will not see it.

Is your friend also participate? -No, Who reads what the hotel.

You have a room for me. Jeffreys is the name.

Yes, a nice double room for you and Ms.

Draws equally?

We'd love to immediately tea. -The Tea room being painted.

Do you want him in your room? -Liever Even.

Nummer 35.

Dear ...

The tea is taken directly.

Mr. and Mrs. Jeffreys. There is quite an age difference.

ls the painter finished in the uitpakkamer? -Another Half an hour.

Tell them you have to be really gone.

It may be a bit more polite.

I have to myself and kept her.

She thinks that money grows on trees.

I can not borrow money from my father. -What Is so hard about that?

You can ask it anyway?

Say you want to buy clothes.

Ask for a grant. Which you surely deserve.

He is oerouderwets and believes that women should have no money.

They should be happy with the cost and for no whining.

In your place, I had already run away.

However, if someone had asked me. -This Leads to nothing.

Go now, here comes my father.

Take a look these files. Then you see what I'm working on.

What are you doing here? -I brought a book back.

If you only put in place. My daughter. Pastor ...

How do you do. -Take Excuse me.

Sit down and make yourself comfortable.

I will give you a random selection.

Look at this.

Speculation in land.

A corrupt councilor.

Sir Basil Fast Ford thinks he's above the law as a magistrate.

Rotten meat is being sold.

And the public health inspector squeezes a blind eye.

You're just busy. -Men Have called me a grouch.

I keep them honest. And if the newspaper does not print my letters, I do it myself.

Yes, let me express pamphlets and distribute them themselves.

And I'm still not indicted, because I know my dealing with.

What to drink? Do not disappoint me. -A Glass of sherry.

I myself always drink cherry brandy. The only real English drink.

Look, in all the pubs in this country takes place a scam.

Elders would unleash one revolution. Wait till I pressed it.

A moment.

You've had visitors? -ls that so?

You're too old to lie, and affairs with bums.

You seem to know everything about him. -I know his name and employer.

And the rest I seek out. -You Have no right.

And what he hopes to find in this house.

Women whose youth is over, see what they want to see.

He will not come back here, you understand?

I speak as you leave my guest.

Sherry, right?

Cheers. All that stuff will hurt her before.

Never mind, young man. I'll be fine.

Nice walk? -Definitely.

And reading? -Very Interesting.

Shall we have a drink? -Why not. Look at that.

Beware, though.

The painter was, but it is an improvement?

Would we be operated by Orientals with turbans?

Please.

Nobody. -Ach, So there will be someone.

Wat is er?

Murder.

I thought how easy it would be to commit a murder here.

Really?

I know what you mean, with all those daggers.

That will indeed.

But it can just as easily in an ordinary kitchen.

With a carving knife or a poker. -I did not think of the daggers.

You can anywhere commit murder.

I can easily kill you then get a drink here.

Nothing is easier than murder, Flambeau.

The tricky part is to commit a murder without betraying yourself.

It's that shyness in order to come out.

That modesty about their work of assassins makes it difficult.

They cling to the idea that no one should know it was them.

And that stops them, even in a room full of daggers.

We have some trouble to get attention, but ...

Shall we wait? -If you want.

So those people do you follow? My dear Flambeau ...

If my best friend takes me to a rather mediocre hotel ...

in a rather unattractive town, I guess he is at work.

We have here not to find something they like.

And you belong here to do the research, not me.

Who asked you, his wife?

That kind of thing you do not take to it? -That's right.

But his wife said that he had stolen a piece of jewelry from her.

A bracelet he had given her.

Of course my client was curious.

Now we know what happened to it. -How Did you know he was here?

His wife had found the address. -In his pocket, of course.

He would be in Paris, but sitting here under a false name.

If husband and wife?

He seems to be quite high in the State Department.

That's strange. Finally ...

One moment, gentlemen. -We Want a drink before dinner.

We are all minutes in this bazaar. Do you want us to find another hotel?

My sincere apologies. I will serve you all so.

What a bungler. -Hemeltje ...

What's so funny?

Again my apologies, and your service.

For me a double whiskey, and a tour of the rest.

But for the normal price.

I'm not going to pay more because I drink a Bombays brothel.

And a large gin for the owner. I still need to do business with him.

I must make him week.

Wie zijn the lui? -Handelsreizigers.

One of them I have seen before. In a garden.

It can not.

You sell our wines in a kind of crystal palace.

Just be careful I do not go away. -You Do not leave us stuck.

Hear that? We lie awake because we get no orders ...

Jukes and threatens to not sell.

I can afford me, because I sell the best.

An inn or pub without our drink sits within a week without customers.

I mean it. Last week, 30 pounds commission.

How do you do that? I earn five pounds in a good week.

Simple: I am selling what they need. Best.

Come on, hurry up once. -Any Moment?

Mr. Raggley day. I'll be right with you. Please.

I hope you can forgive us for the confusion.

Oh, you're it. -This Is my old friend, Mr. Flambeau.

This is Mr. Raggley. -Pleasant.

Are you a Frenchman?

Frenchmen, browns, papists, Jews ... I do not know what country this is.

I'm going to invent a new game: find the Englishman.

Very amusing. -Do you think?

My goodness, do not imagine.

If you want to sit down. -But This is a bar.

But the tea room is closed because of the painters.

And eating time we can not serve tea in the dining room.

But sit down, I'll bring you a pot of tea.

Well then, given the circumstances. I apologize, Mr. Akbar.

My goodness, I must not be too scared of the doctor.

Tea pots. I get shaky knees.

Boss, give me a double before I drop dead.

Tea pots in a Persian beer garden. My God.

I'm used to the ridicule of your ilk.

But use God's name in vain in my presence.

My deep heartfelt apology. It was a terrible shock.

And I hope, given your coffee-colored friend, it's lndian teas.

I will not remain silent. Despite this scorn your husband is an exemplary Christian.

In its homeland hop nor wine grown.

You call yourself Christians? You poison your body and mind.

But in the new world he dwells into Abraham's bosom.

While you cry for a drop of water.

That's it. -You Have caused inconvenience.

I'm ready.

Mr. Raggley, same as always?

This tastes at least have to cherries. -Please Me.

Nor hop beer tastes like apple cider.

I know a thing, and our nation is poisoned by bad booze.

He drinks every night the same. -Fortunately Is still one Christian here.

You're right, it's poison. Muhammad was the first who recorded it.

It's in his teachings. -God Verdoeme you.

I talked about bad drink, and you say that Englishmen not allowed to drink beer.

Because wine in the desert is prohibited by those dirty old Mohammed.

Dog. Abusive dog.

Sir, I must ask you ... -Well I ever.

Twisted. You are the first man I have met in 20 years.

Hopefully you do not work here. -I would treat you as you could drink.

I must not offend his faith.

And I wish you someone dared attack.

And lack of faith if necessary because he insults you drink.

Cheers.

End of fun. Whose round is it?

The uitpakkamer is free.

Gentlemen, please take your drinks. -That Time too. Forward.

Hey, man. I'll be right back.

You there. Vance called you sometimes? Yeah, what about it?

I gotta tell you something. Listen. -That Do not think so.

I gotta say it.

Now your friend has offended anyone, and peace seems returned.

What an excitement.

What is it? Odd, say.

What then?

That's whiskey. -What Do you expect?

Excuse me. What have you taken when that flamboyant gentleman you treated?

A gin. -I Thought so too.

We do not know each other? I know your face from somewhere.

Another same love, and for my friends too.

We'd better go and eat. -As you please.

What happens there in the bar?

Have you found it?

I had agreed to carry on the morning Mass and came to get my hat.

I had thrown the lndiër.

You said it would be easy.

But not because of the daggers. -Still He was stabbed.

The only murderer who do not care if he's caught ...

is the religious fanatic.

The lndiër course.

Who thinks he is going to heaven because he defends his prophet.

Yes, it does exist.

It is likely that the Muslim had him stabbed ...

But I thought ...

I thought ... that it somehow did not matter who he stabbed.

Is this the new morality, or the old casuistry?

Or approve priests murder is already good?

I did not say it does not matter who killed him.

The man who stabbed him, the murderer can be, but not necessarily.

All kinds of people can have reason to stabbing a knife into him.

But who killed him, is extremely important.

lk bel de politie.

Immediately.

I had to be home.

The first time in 14 years that I miss eating Sunday.

What will they think of it? -I do not ask for privileges.

Give that man a medal. -But I had hoped for more respect.

You can not come here. -No.

Leave the kid alone. Agent ...

Sorry, orders van de inspecteur. -Het is dringend.

Nature calls? -That You say.

Agent...

Can I maybe talk to you?

Mr. Jukes and the others were ten minutes here?

When she went to the uitpakkamer. -Daar Is cheaper.

And then? -The Priest and his friend went to eat.

Then drunk Pryce-Jones and his friend their tea and left.

And Raggley stayed behind?

He did nothing more, so I went to help the men.

Was he alone? -Yes, But I could not know?

An hour later the lights, so I thought he was going home.

You did not go in? -Why would I?

And I had some deal with Mr. Jukes.

Everything noted, delivery within a week.

Where did this conversation take place? -In my office.

Can I talk to you? -You Must unfortunately wait.

Then what? -Under Four eyes like.

So far, gentlemen. -Just look...

It is Sunday and it is waiting for us.

Do we really expect to stay here? -I think ...

I'll think about it. Thank you.

We are alone. You had discovered the body?

According to my ... -We appreciate both ...

the discoverer of the corpse knife put into it.

Raggley was already dead for hours. There's no blood.

Do you know how he is deceased? -by Poison, I think.

Brown, you are hot. I know you did. -The Name is more common.

I thought to poison before the murder was committed.

Then there are few traces.

Staff should do its job and rinse all glass.

If others were not so efficient, we would be detectives.

Hygiene is really something for criminals.

Or maybe crime is truly something for hygienic reformers.

Everyone talks about filthy dens where crime is rampant.

But it is the other way.

They are called only dirty because the crime is discovered.

Especially in the neat, clean places the crime can thrive.

No mud with traces of leftover poison.

The staff cleans all traces of the killer kills and six women ...

all for want of a little dirt. Excuse me.

I let myself go a little. It led me to the vluggerik.

The what? -As I call him.

But it was a Scotsman who quickly took one and left.

If I may a little ... Yesterday we arrived to an empty bar.

The travelers took their drinks to the uitpakkamer.

But there was another glass of whiskey.

That can best? -Then Do you know who are not peddlers.

They are simple people, and not exactly overpaid.

Most want to their families, some have multiple wives.

Or even killed several women.

But if they buy a drink, they want the full pound.

They are not noble or wealthy businessmen. They'd rather let lie one pocket watch.

I am sure that an unknown drink which has let stand.

A quickie, and road.

You have a rich imagination. -I also have a witness.

When I came in here yesterday ...

a boy scrubbed the stairs. I talked to him just a little.

The vluggerik came in, stopped at the bar ...

and asked the boy for trains to Reading.

What did he look like? -It Was a Scot, with a cape.

One more thing: if you find the vluggerik, the killer is not far.

Reading, you say? -I know nothing about police actions ...

or tracking down criminals. But he must find you.

In Reading, or wherever they are. -I thank you very much.

Jukes just asked if they could go home, but you shook.

Why, when our perpetrator is kilometers away?

Someone in this hotel, you can specify tell.

About the stabbing? But you are in for Mr. Flambeau, I suppose?

Completely. -Then I let him come here.

Like CLD in Reading. I take him into the office.

Certainly. CLD, you said? -The police.

And ask them ... Boy, come here.

I gotta talk to you. Go wait in the office.

Come on, no one will eat.

From Cid?

I said, you should of course do your job ...

but since you-know Raggley stabbed ...

you do not treat us like criminals.

I have the necessary impact, and my director will be Scotland Yard ...

Mr. Flambeau, you will find your friend at the bar.

Gentlemen, you can go.

But you remain the next few hours or on the hotel grounds.

I apologize for the inconvenience.

Look, he does not so loftily.

Well, somebody drink?

Can I pour you something? -No thank you.

Terrible, something like that. Such a harmless old gentleman.

Innocent? -He Barked louder than his bite.

This will be our downfall.

The paintwork is not even finished. -I changed my mind.

I might be allowed a cherry brandy?

What strange.

I am free. ls something happened? -There Is a "new track" to follow.

The inspector believes Raggley been poisoned.

Poisoned?

But look no further for that bottle.

Once the offender has not removed him, he is now in the lab.

Now I get it. Raggley inserted only after his death.

He is stabbed by someone who would not be blamed.

In his panic, he gave lndiër debt.

Therefore murder here so simple: an empty bar ...

nobody sees you mix up the bottles ...

and all suspicion falls on the director. -On me?

That surely no one believes? -Why You have not discovered the body?

I've already explained.

I saw that the light was out and assumed that the bar was empty.

Like most people who are poisoned, Mr. Raggley died alone.

He must have not turned out the lights to give you a chance.

There is no penalty for killing a dead man.

You can tell it better to the inspector.

I have done nothing. -nothing Terrible, no.

You found a corpse and stuck a knife in. You got your wits.

It is time that you find it.

I gotta call. Are you coming? -But of course.

Mr. Wills would like to tell you something.

Day, Miss Raggley. You know me, do not you?

May I come in? This is my old friend, Mr. Flambeau.

This is Miss Raggley. -Up Pleasure.

I would like to offer condolences and ask if I can do something for you.

How kind of you. No nothing.

Do not want to come in?

I'd love to meet your guest.

If you want.

Good afternoon. My name is Brown.

We know each other by sight. -This Is Mr. Vance.

We had met here if you were not in such a hurry.

I was not here yesterday. -I Thought so.

I heard Miss Raggley talking about you.

Sorry, I always listen. That is an appeal deviation.

That will not help you at all.

This murder involves everyone. -Other Murders sometimes not?

All murders are important, as are all people.

That is a tricky point in theology: that everyone is important to God.

God only knows why.

But Raggley was very important. -But You hardly knew him.

He came from a line of a man or six which England could have saved ...

from the clutches of commerce.

He spared his heart, your father.

Net als Dean Smith, of dr Johnson, of de oude William Cobbett.

They were known as grumpy and clumsy ...

but their friends loved them, and rightly so.

You saw how he 's up against his enemies and forgave him as a fighter.

He practiced what the minister just talked about: Christianity.

John Raggley was very important.

Are you married, Mr. Vance?

Married? -Raggley Thought you were married.

lndeed. -They Are apart.

But I had nothing to fear from him, if you are referring to them.

Pastor, you saw one side of him, but I lived with him.

My late mother left him 15 years ago for another.

She lived the rest of her life with him in Scotland.

From then on he shaved all men with the same brush, when it came to me.

A detective he let everyone retracing I just looked at.

If that failed, he threatened to disinherit me.

He had not only objected to Frank, but to everyone.

En not?

I do not know.

The inspector will probably soon have news for us.

We should give back. -Would You first drink?

Possibly the murderer of Raggley is tonight arrested.

Perhaps you have to be.

We'll get out.

My condolences.

Is it true what you just said? Was arrested someone?

That depends on whether the police find the vluggerik.

Greated Paddington, 3rd class.

Were you yesterday in the village of Greater llbury?

Moment. -Leave me alone.

I arrest you because ... -Handen home.

Grab him. -Forget it.

It is a sin to keep God's people from their work.

We need to speak tonight in Gilford.

We have nothing to do with it, and yet thwarts God's work.

I will make a proposal. -I listen.

I can hold you neither.

But if you stay here and you keep a low profile ...

I perhaps do not complain to attempted murder, Mr. Akbar.

Pastor. -Still News, inspector?

I can not continue to hold people here.

Wills, the director, has at least known. The knife wound, then.

He did it seemingly out of pure fear. Legally, we can do nothing to him.

Should you not wonder why Wills so certain he was assassinated?

It could have been a heart attack.

Possibly he expected the murder. Yes, but why?

No idea. Although I have my suspicions.

But anyone could be the killer.

You said that we, once 'the vluggerik' would find ...

Reading on the line for you.

You look in mind. -I just remembered something.

That man I followed. Raggley thought he recognized him.

He even said, I'll still be on.

His photograph was certainly in the newspaper. -which Man is a senior official.

Yet he is here under a false name with another woman.

It can cause a scandal, and Raggley thinks he recognizes him.

If that's not a good motive.

You seem obsessed with my wife and me.

You stares us all the time and follow us closely.

I do not care for me which newspaper you work.

But my wife will be offended, and I do.

I have no explanation for you, not now and not later.

Parbleu. What an impertinence.

Does he think I'm crazy? -No, A journalist.

He is crazy. -He Embarrassed. You amaze me though.

You as a Frenchman does not recognize newlyweds when you see them?

Last night he complained loudly about the operation.

During an adulterous weekend draw people would rather not pay attention.

Moreover, they both wore brand-new wedding rings.

I work for his wife. -You Must not believe everything.

A public figure who marries a much younger woman.

You also prefer not to shout from the rooftops.

Then you better marry in silence and go to a nondescript hotel.

But I work for ... -Z'n ex-mistress? Or his girlfriend?

Whoever it was, she had by him, but was too proud to come themselves.

I'm ... -Pastoor, we got him.

How do you do it?

You already knew that he was the perpetrator before anyone knew him.

He was nothing, just a suspicion, based on a whiskey glass.

He's on his way here, after a fierce battle.

No doubt that it's him. -I have done it again.

lndeed. Thanks to you ...

I'll do it again and again, and I do not know why.

Everybody hears everything I say. -We Have our man, right?

No, our witness. Someone knew he drank cherry brandy every night here.

Who was here just to mess with the beverage or to change the bottle.

You know our quick shot yet? They came to get a drink here.

Who served him? If we know that we have the killer.

He is fascinated here driven to.

Fortunately I'm not the only one who has made a mistake this weekend.

You think I'm Rockefeller?

Poker is men's work. Who does not want to speculate, will not be collected.

You do not here much longer to stay longer.

But will you still have to go to the other bar, a formality.

It's about time. -What Do they want?

Maybe they hang us. This is a formality.

You too, sir.

And Miss Paravant, please.

Pastor, I just hope you're right.

What does this mean? Are you responsible?

M'n diepste...

Put that into the courtroom, if I can sue you for assault.

It was a mistake. -Your Error.

I would want to take your dopey face. -Ach No, there's been a murder.

And there's ...

Murder?

Your arrest was partly my fault. I apologize.

But last night was killed anyone here.

You may be the only witness. -I have not seen anything.

Have you been here yesterday shortly after opening?

And got you a whiskey? -ls that not allowed?

That would not surprise me. -Do You not see that justice is done?

Do you want to come in here? -Where Do I have to witness it?

We do not know who helped you, the bartender, the boss or another.

Would you look around and say whether he is present here?

I went in and he was alone and helped themselves.

What do you mean exactly?

He stood behind the bar with a bottle of cherry brandy.

I think the curve, that stuff. -Would You like to appoint him?

I recognize everywhere, such a great guy.

Are all your servants as big as that?

Of course it was him.

Did you know that Jukes was the perpetrator?

But it had been surprised if he was not.

He acted in drink. He could simply hide the bottle with his monsters ...

and wait for an opportune moment.

And Raggley has told the motive.

To you maybe. -To everyone.

He wanted to reveal a scandal. And this happens all too often.

Seller light his own company, doing in secret commissions ...

and given a monopoly on all drinks.

When it was discovered, Jukes was a year or two cell warp.

Wills was also part of the scandal.

Shall we?

He had such a rich ways. -The CEO?

No, Jukes. Why did he still sounding all the time so disgusting rich ...

while his colleagues were quite poor?

But I knew it when I saw that huge stickpin.

Because he was false?

Because he really was.

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