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(suspenseful music)

- [Woman] See you tomorrow, Major.

- Yes, goodnight.

- [Man] Goodnight, goodnight.

(suspenseful music)

- Goodnight, sir.

- Goodnight.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

- [Boss] It happened about here.

The body was found lying on the shore beneath Glenye Castle.

We picked on you because you know the Glenye Family.

Your job is to find out what Matthews knew before he died.

You understand?

- [Neale] Yes, sir.

- [Boss] This is our agent there.

He'll give you any help you need.

We have another man in the district,

but you better concentrate on McTavish in the mean time.

He keeps the Glenye Arms, a little pub in the village.

You'll find him a pretty sound man,

used to be a sergeant in the Highland Regiment.

Contact him as soon as you get there.

- Very good, sir.

- [Boss] Well, goodbye, Neale, and take care of yourself,

there's something very fishy going on up there.

Good luck.

- Thank you, sir.

The Glenye Arms.

- [Barmaid] That'll be seven pence, please sir.

- [Neale] Thank you.

Can you tell me where I can find the landlord?

- [Barmaid] Mr. McTavish?

He's in that room over there, just knock.

- Thanks.

(knocking)

- Come in!

- Mr. McTavish?

- Aye, that's me. Come right in!

Hmm. War office.

How d'you do sir?

- How do you do?

I've been sent up here on this Matthews affair.

They told me to contact you.

- Ah, I've been expecting someone.

Won't you sit down, Captain?

- Oh, thanks.

Don't let it get cold.

- Oh, thank you.

- Can you tell me what you know about it?

- Well, we've got another mystery on our hands now.

Captain Fairfax has disappeared.

He took over from Matthews,

Matthews was in charge of country espionage department here,

but he apparently knew too much.

- Any ideas about it?

Any clues?

- Well, in my opinion,

the whole thing's tied up with Glenye Castle.

How or why I don't know...

- Now tell me, is Nigel Glenye still there?

- Aye, why, do you know him?

- Yes, we were in the mess together for a few months

a year or two ago.

That's why they sent me up here.

If I can contact him I've got an entree to the castle.

- Aye. That's good.

For every way you turn you come across Glenye Castle.

Either itself or its inhabitants.

Real, or unreal.

- Unreal?

- Aye, unreal.

It's said that the castle is haunted

by the ghost of a former Lord Glenye,

who was done to death by enemies.

It's called the Phantom of Glenye Castle.

- But surely you don't believe in these things.

- Oh, I'm not saying I do.

And I'm not saying I don't,

but there are many folks hereabout

that do believe in the phantom.

And there's many a door locked at night,

and many a body won't venture out.

Especially since the death of Major Matthews.

It was from Glenye Castle he was coming

when he was killed.

Oh, he didn't die by accident.

A girl, Bridie Anderson, passed him on the road,

and she swears that she saw a figure in a black hood

push the major over a crag.

It was a Glenye found him the next morning.

It was at Glenye Castle that Captain Fairfax was last seen,

and then never seen again.

Now, they're a queer lot, the Glenyes.

To understand the story I must take you back to 1939.

The summer lasted long that year if you remember,

and up at Glenye Castle they were still

taking their tea on the terrace,

even though it was well into September.

The Marquis of Glenye had recently died,

leaving his widow to mourn him

in the care of the son of his first marriage, Michael,

who became the Laird of Glenye.

There was no love lost between the two,

as Lady Glenye was bitterly jealous of Michael's position,

which she had coveted for her son, Nigel.

On that afternoon, Jean, the daughter of

the Reverend Arthur Hamilton, the minister,

had been asked to tea.

Suddenly, Nigel, Lady Glenye's son arrived.

He'd volunteered for the Army as a private

and had come home to show off his new plumes.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then Nigel broke the spell, walked to the table,

and sat down next to Jean.

It was quite obvious that Michael did not relish

the suit of his brother and became sullen

when Nigel began to chip him about his silly clothes.

- And when can we expect to see Lord Glenye in uniform?

- Never, if I can help it?

I think all this killing is senseless.

And anyway, I have my tenants to look after.

- They can look after themselves, eh Mother?

- There are times, Michael,

when I am very glad that you are not my son.

- I don't care for this conversation.

Neither you, nor anyone else

can get me into that uniform, Nigel.

Excuse me.

- Jean, dear, you know what I want to ask you, don't you?

Well, will you?

- Yes, please.

- If I go away?

- Of course.

- Oh, darling.

(dramatic music)

- Are they married now?

- No. Nigel went off to the wars,

and he didn't come back until last year.

He's been here ever since.

- Really, how's that?

- It happened soon after he'd started

his disembarkation leave.

Nobody quite knows how it was caused.

He went out riding before breakfast

the same way as he did most days.

He was a keen horseman, was Mr. Nigel,

and when he'd been gone about half an hour,

one of the crofters saw his horse running wild

with no one in the saddle.

He started searching for Mr. Nigel

and found him in the woods in a pretty bad way.

It seemed his leg was hurt

and he was almost unconscious with the pain.

Then the villager arrived on the scene

and between them, they got him onto a hoddle

and carried him to the castle.

(dramatic music)

Miss Jean saw them coming,

and ran down to see what was the trouble.

(dramatic music)

Must've been a bad shock to the poor lassie

to see the state he was in.

Mr. Nigel tried his best to hide his pain.

He was a always game one.

And, from that day onwards,

Miss Jean was a real wonder to him.

She nursed him back to health and tended him like a mother.

(characters talking quietly)

And all the time, Michael were trying

to steal her away from Mr. Nigel.

(characters talking quietly)

(suspenseful music)

And that's the position today.

Nigel has not yet fully recovered,

and Michael still refuses to join the Army.

- I see.

But, what's all this tale about the phantom?

- That's no tale.

When Matthews was murdered,

Bridie Anderson had just passed him at the top of the cliff.

She swears that she saw a black figure

looking over the cliff

at the place where Matthews was found.

Later, she called on McCrelcher, the local constable,

and told him the whole story.

It would take more than the story of a phantom

to impress McCrelcher,

who listened without believing a word.

- Ah, the girl's just imagining, mum.

Who ever heard of a phantom appearing in the night

and pushing people over cliffs?

It doesn't make any sense at all.

- I would nah be too sure about that, McCrelcher.

- Ah, and I would nah either!

The wee men have been responsible

for an awful lot, McCrelcher.

- Bah, the whole thing's imagination.

You and your kelpies!

- It's no such!

I'd be careful with my tongue if I were you McCrelcher!

- Me father once saw the phantom with his own eyen!

- Aye, on Burns Night!

- Aww!

- I'd be careful with my tongue if I were you.

They may be listenin' to you, McCrelcher.

- Who?

- The wee men!

- From then, things began to happen.

Matthews' body was found by Michael Glenye

at the foot of the cliffs where Bridie had seen the phantom.

The villagers began to get a superstitious dread,

and wouldn't venture out at night.

Then Captain Fairfax disappeared.

- I've not heard about that.

- Captain Fairfax took over from Major Matthews.

Two days ago, Captain Fairfax had dinner

up at the castle with Lady Glenye.

Captain Fairfax was in high spirits.

Nigel had begun to show an irritability

which had affected him lately.

He was nervous and ill-at-ease.

Michael was his usual reserved self,

while Jean tried to stop Nigel

from being insulting to their guest.

It seems Fairfax had been making some remarks

about Nigel's continued incapacity.

He'd been on the sick list six months now.

Well, Nigel suddenly flared up.

- How the devil can I get back with this infernal leg?

It's all very well for you to talk.

You ask Major Selwyn, I've been under him ever since

the wretched accident started.

- Nigel, don't fuss yourself so.

Captain Fairfax is only pulling your leg,

aren't you, Captain?

- Well, if you put it like that.

Still if you'll excuse me,

it's already late and I must be getting back to camp.

I have work to do.

- I'll see you to the door, sir.

- You must excuse me, too.

I've a letter to write.

- Good night.

(several people say good night)

Good night, mind the blackout.

(suspenseful music)

- [McTavish] That was the last time

Captain Fairfax was seen.

They're out searching for him now.

In view of the death of Major Matthews,

I'm afraid they only expect to find his body.

Back at the castle they were having

a little trouble in the kitchen.

- It's no good, I'm leaving and I'm not coming back.

- Ach, be reasonable, woman.

You've got (speaks foreign language).

It cannot harm ya while ya bide with me.

- Well, I'm not too sure of that.

- How can it?

Besides, where would you go?

- I could go to my mam and sister in Glasgow.

- But didn'a you tell me last week

she had no room for ya?

Be sensible, woman.

- Well... - Ye can share my room.

I do nah wanna be left alone tonight.

Ah, please.

- All right, for your sake, Maggie, I will stay.

But, if your phantom appears again, I'm off!

- Ha!

- [Neale] And, did it?

- [McTavish] I'm coming to that.

Lady Glenye and Nigel were discussing

that painful subject, Nigel's leg.

- I tell you, Mother, he knows what he's doing.

Why, he's one of the most highly qualified men in the army.

- Yes, Nigel, perhaps, but a second opinion

cannot possibly do any harm.

I want you to see another doctor.

After all, it seems ridiculous that you should be

laid up for six months just because of a leg.

- I tell you no, Mother!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you, but,

Major Selwyn's been awfully good to me.

I couldn't insult him now, you must see that.

Yes, Maggie?

- Beg pardon, m'lady.

It's the rifle.

- [Lady Glenye] Lord Glenye's rifle?

- Aye, m'lady.

It's missing!

I thought I ought to tell ye at once.

- [Lady Glenye] All right, Maggie.

I'll look into it.

- Very good m'lady.

Goodness me, whatever next?

- Don't worry, it'll turn up.

It's probably there all the time, you know Maggie.

- Yes, but once the story gets around

it'll start more of this phantom talk.

We shall be losing all the servants

if they get any more scared than they are already.

- Hmm. The whole village is certainly

getting pretty het up about it.

So many people have actually seen a figure,

and their descriptions all tally.

That's the amazing thing.

- I have never heard such nonsense in my life!

- I mean, you can't get away from the facts.

Matthews killed, Fairfax missing,

and now there's reports of a hooded figure

coming from every side.

There's more in it than meets the eye.

About the only possible explanation is a supernatural one.

Unless...

Hello, Jean.

- Well I'll leave you two children together.

I must go and hunt for that rifle

before the whole place is thrown into a panic.

- What about the rifle?

- Maggie says it's missing.

I expect that conscientious brother of mine,

Michael's out shooting defenseless birds with it.

- You know, I can't help feeling that

a conscientious objector should be consistent about killing.

I know Michael's your half brother but...

Well, a lot of conscientious people

have suffered for their beliefs,

some of them very fine people.

But...

- But the phonies drag them all down to their level.

- Yes, Maggie?

- Could a have a word with ya, miss?

It's about Cook.

- Well I'll leave you before you start.

See you later, Jean.

I'm going to give Mother a hand finding that rifle.

- Well, Maggie, what is it?

- It's Lorna, miss.

I wonder if you could speak to her?

You see, it's this way.

- [McTavish] Meanwhile the search went ceaselessly on,

to find Captain Fairfax's body.

- Aye, it's a bad thing.

- Aye.

Aye!

Uh huh!

- Aye.

- I'm not so keen on all this searchin'.

I dinna used to believe in the phantom, but now,

what with one man dead, and another maybe no alive.

- Aye.

- Aye.

(suspenseful music)

Hamish!

Hamish!

Come here!

(suspenseful music)

Look!

- Where?

- Over there, by yon rock!

- I can't see a thing.

- Over there, man!

- Where?

- That's funny, I coulda swore he was there a moment ago.

- Let's go and have a look.

- Aye.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- Aye, he was dead.

Shot through the heart with a heavy calibre rifle.

- You said just now that the rifle

which belonged to Lord Glenye was missing.

- Aye, I did.

They don't know that it was the same rifle,

but it looks mighty like it.

But, to continue.

Last night, Lady Glenye had retired to bed,

and was just about to go to sleep

when she heard a noise in the castle.

(footsteps stomping)

(suspenseful music)

- Nigel!

Nigel!

Michael?

Michael!

- What's the matter, Mother?

(singing lightheartedly)

(flat tyre hissing)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(gasping)

- [Maggie] Will you no stay?

- [Lorna] It's no use, I will not, and that's that.

- But, Lorna!

- No Maggie.

I've needed some queer things in my life,

but I've never needed a phantom

and I don't intend to start now,

not for you or any other body.

- I'll be missin' ye, Lorna.

- I'll be missin' ye, too, Maggie.

- Goodbye, my dear.

- And take care!

- Maggie?

- Yes, sir?

- Maggie, I've been suddenly called away.

I have to go to Nairn on business,

it's possible I may not get back 'til the morning.

Will you tell my mother?

- Yes, sir.

(dramatic music)

Ach, Miss Jean, I am glad to see ye.

I didn'a ken how to tell her ladyship the news.

- What news, Maggie?

- Lorna, miss, she's gone.

- Gone?

- Aye, miss, left.

She was that scared of the phantom, she's away to Glasgow.

And now the Laird's gone to Nairn

and will no be back tonight.

I didn'a ken how to tell her ladyship.

- All right, Maggie, don't worry, I'll tell her.

And that's that.

But, Maggie seemed to doubt it.

- Stupid girl, Lorna.

I've been expecting her to go for days.

It's not going to be easy to replace her, either.

- No.

- Jean, I wonder, would you do something for me?

- Of course.

- I wonder if you'd stay here the night,

just while Michael's away.

Do you mind?

- Of course not.

Don't be silly, I'd love to.

- Oh, and tell the chauffer to sleep in the castle

instead of at the lodge.

I'd feel a lot safer.

- So would I.

I'll tell him right away.

- [McTavish] That afternoon, Maggie was preparing the tea,

when the front doorbell rang with some insistence.

Complaining bitterly that she'd only one pair of hands,

Maggie answered the door.

It was Major Selwyn come to see Nigel, his patient.

As I told you, the Major was a doctor.

- I'm Major Selwyn.

Please tell Captain Glenye I've called.

- Will you be takin' tea, sir?

- Thank you, yes.

- Very good, sir.

(suspenseful music)

- Nigel?

Who is it?

- Oh, it's Major Selwyn, Mother.

Do come down, I want you to meet him.

I've always wanted you to meet my mother.

- I, too.

- Selwyn, this is my mother, Mother, Major Selwyn.

- So, we meet at last, Lady Glenye.

- Why what's the matter?

- Major Selwyn bears such a striking resemblance

to someone I knew in the past.

- It is always wise to let the past bury its dead.

Don't you agree Lady Glenye?

- Strange, she never met him before?

- Aye. There's stranger things than that to be explained.

- You've done well.

How did you discover all this?

- I have my methods.

- So, they're all up at the castle now,

with the exception of Michael and he'll be back later?

- That's correct.

- I think I better go and pay him a visit.

- Well, here's good luck to you.

- Now you know the signal.

When you see it, get there as soon as possible.

- Very good sir.

(suspenseful music)

- Will you have another drink, Selwyn?

- Thank you, Nigel.

Seems to me we're in for a very dirty night, Lady Glenye.

- There's a Captain Neale to see ya, Mister Nigel,

what will I tell him?

- Neale?

- Uh huh.

- Neale!

Oh yes, I remember.

Show him in, won't you Maggie?

- Aye.

- Neale and I used to be in the same mess.

He's attached to the War Office.

Ah, Neale, good to see you, how are you?

- How are you?

- My mother, Miss Hamilton, Major Selwyn, Captain Neale.

- How do you do?

- Sit down, won't you Neale?

- Oh, thank you.

I hope I haven't called at an awkward hour.

I won't keep you, but I've been sent up here

on this Matthews business.

As you were the last to see him alive,

I thought perhaps you could help me.

- What do you mean?

Why should we be able to help you?

- I beg your pardon, sir, I meant no offence.

But, Matthews apparently dined her on the night he died,

so I wondered if perhaps...

- In other words, sir, you used your acquaintance with Nigel

to get in here and behave like a blasted detective!

If I were Lady Glenye, I'd throw you out!

- I beg your pardon.

Perhaps I'd better go.

- But Neale, I'm sure we... - That's all right, Nigel,

perhaps we can meet at the local some time.

- I'd like that.

- I'll give you a ring.

- Please do. I'm sorry that the... - That's all right.

Good night, Lady Glenye, Miss Hamilton.

Good night, Major.

- I'm sure he meant no harm, Major.

You and Jean go in to dinner.

I will join you in a moment.

(suspenseful music)

- Something wrong with your telephone?

So, we're marooned in the haunted castle.

How exciting, isn't it?

(suspenseful music)

- Selwyn, quick, it's her heart!

Help me get her to bed.

- Are you sure you'll be all right now?

- Please don't worry about me.

- If Lady Glenye rests quietly,

she'll be quite herself in the morning.

- Come Mother, you must.

- I don't need it.

- You need sleep.

This will help you.

- I'll take it later.

- Very well.

But remember I'm a medical man.

I prescribe only what I know to be beneficial to you.

- Good night, Mother.

- Should you require anything further,

I shall be at your service.

I am a light sleeper, Lady Glenye.

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

(suspenseful music)

- Stand where you are, or I fire.

And whoever you are, take off that stupid disguise.

I know you, Selwyn, do as I say.

- I don't think so, Lady Glenye.

Quick, close the curtains, and put the light on.

It's unfortunate for you that you

should choose to prowl at this hour.

- What do you want here?

And what have you done with Nigel and Maggie?

Who is this man?

- Shall we call him the phantom and let it go at that?

- No, Karl.

- Karl?

My dear Gabrielle, I suppose I can call you that

since you insist on our renewing our acquaintance.

I saw that you recognised me and would

quickly have informed the authorities

that Major Martin Selwyn RAMC was none other than

Baron Karl von Reichten.

But I forestalled you by seeing that your telephone was, uh,

temporarily out of order.

Many years spent in the rather trying task

of impersonating your late countryman, Martin Selwyn,

has made me extremely careful of detail.

Get the cords from the other window!

It's all right, I'm not going to hurt the lady.

And you, sit down.

Now, tie her up.

(suspenseful music)

It's hardly necessary for me to point out, Gabrielle,

that should you decide to be uncooperative,

I can very easily...

- Yes. The murder of the defenceless

has always been a (speaks foreign language).

- You weren't always so bitter

towards my country, Gabrielle.

- That was a long time ago.

- I have a long memory, my dear Gabrielle.

And a most pleasant one.

- You swine!

- Here's Miss Hamilton.

- You're an intelligent woman, Gabrielle.

It's unfortunate for you,

as your presence here complicates matters for me.

I could very easily find a solution for the difficulty,

but, certain rather pleasant memories

render the solution distasteful to me.

So, I shall sort another method ensuring your silence.

Come here, please.

- Nigel!

- It's no use, we must wait for the signal!

- Yes my dear, the son of your first marriage.

Our son.

- Our son?

- Yes, my dear Nigel.

You didn't know that I was your father.

- Mother, is this true?

- Unfortunately.

I was married to this devil before I married Lord Glenye.

- And this man?

- Is your father.

- You see, my dear Gabrielle,

if you force me to leave here before my work is complete,

our son will be shot as a spy.

- You're lying!

- I assure you, Gabrielle, when you know the full story

of his activities, you'll not only believe me, you'll...

- Nigel.

Is this true?

- You see my dear, he's a coward,

with a strong distaste for fighting.

When I first saw him after his horse had thrown him,

he was delirious.

It wasn't long before I realised

you're very useful to each other.

- Please, I couldn't help myself!

- No, I was to blame.

You couldn't know that the blood

of this swine was in your veins.

- Mother, you don't know, you don't understand.

I couldn't face the firing line again.

He said if I pretended to limp he'd do the rest.

It seemed so easy, so simple.

Oh, Mother, help me, please.

- There's the aircraft now.

Put out that light.

Do as I say!

- No!

- Put out that light!

- I'm damned if I do!

From now on you're on your own, Selwyn.

- Put it out, you little rat!

Switch on again.

Now the plans.

I've no time to lose.

Hand over those plans!

Do as I say!

- Nigel!

Don't!

- Shut your mouth, woman!

One step near the fire and I shoot!

Hand over those plans!

(gunshot bangs)

- Nigel!

(dramatic music)

- Drop that gun or I fire!

(dramatic music)

(gunshot bangs)

(gunshot bangs)

(glass breaking)

(gunshot bangs)

(dramatic music)

(gunshot bangs)

(dramatic music)

(gunshot bangs)

(dramatic music)

(gunshot bangs)

(dramatic music)

(multiple gunshots bang)

(dramatic music)

(gunshot bangs)

(dramatic music)

(sad music)

- Sorry, Mike.

Afraid I took the easy way out.

Always was a wretch.

- Not in the long run, mate.

That's what counts.

- Thanks, Mike.

Please, please, don't tell them.

- I won't.

(dramatic music)

(thumping from far off)

- Let me do the talking, you understand.

- We got the plane.

He tried to land in the grounds, and failed.

The pilot was dead.

- Do you know who he was?

- No identity papers, nothing.

- So Selwyn's secret dies with him?

- Well soon find out why he was here tonight.

Of course you'll have to ask Lady Glenye about that.

I'm sorry, she's the only person who can tell us.

- Lady Glenye's too ill to answer questions.

I can answer for her.

It would've been too risky to signal from the open hillside,

but a light from those windows shows straight out to sea.

So, Selwyn contrived an invitation to stay here.

- But, the shooting?

What led up to that?

- Maggie disturbed Selwyn skulking in the room below.

He bound her and pushed her into a cupboard.

She shrieked and disturbed my mother.

You saw how they found her.

- And Nigel?

- He was aroused too,

but being lame he could only go slowly.

Apparently he got down in time

to see Selwyn signal the plane.

- Why did the plane come?

What did the pilot hope to take away?

- Selwyn was to send plans of certain of our defences

back to Germany.

- Plans?

There was nothing on Selwyn's body.

- As my brother fell, they dropped into the fire.

- Where were the papers when your brother came in?

How did he come to have them?

- Selwyn had them.

He and Nigel fought over them.

- Then Nigel knew what the papers were.

- No, how should he?

- You say he fought Selwyn for them.

You ask me to believe that one of Germany's best marksmen

would let him seize the papers

and burn them before he fired?

I'm sorry, but, we know Selwyn had an accomplice,

and all the evidence seems to point to Nigel.

- You can't say that, Neale.

There's no proof.

- Then why did he die wearing the garb of a monk?

I'm sorry but... - All right.

I might as well tell you,

I'll be through with intelligence anyway.

- Through with intelligence?

- When I joined I took the oath of silence.

Well, I broke it.

I told my brother about MI-5.

I told him we were after von Reichten.

- But why?

- Because I needed a good line on von Reighten

an my brother knew him well.

He was thrilled at the thought of helping.

I bought the monk's robe, and he wore it

to keep a watching brief on von Reichten at night.

If the villagers saw him

the old phantom legend covered his tracks.

He posed to von Reichten as a Nazi sympathiser.

That's how he came to handle the plans.

He did the dangerous job, and paid the price.

I was supposed to take the credit.

So, this is where you drum me out of the service,

I'm afraid.

- You've done good work for us in the past,

without your brother's help.

I accept your first explanation.

- But I don't... - What I think doesn't matter.

I'd have done the same thing in your shoes.

Headquarters will record

that Nigel met his death capturing an enemy agent.

- Thank you.

- You have great cause to be proud.

Not only of one, but of both your sons, Lady Glenye.

You're a good fellow, Michael.

- Michael.

What can I say to you?

- Nothing.

Nigel's honour was at stake, I had to defend it.

In life, loyalty to kith and kin.

In death, loyalty to king and country.

That has been the motto of the Glenyes for centuries past.

Loyalty to kith and kin.

That belongs to me.

Loyalty to king and country.

That belongs to my brother.

- Nigel. My poor little Nigel.

- Hush, Mother. He's all right now.

Because my father loved you,

it was his wish that your son should bear his name.

Tonight, he earned the right to it.

At the end, he died for us, Mother.

- Yes, it was for us, at the end, wasn't it?

(sad music)