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All right, Mrs. Meadows, I'm ready for the patients now.

What patients?

What, do you mean there aren't any? Well, nobody's turned up yet.

Oh, dear.

At this rate, I won't be able to see my practice under the microscope soon.

Oh, Nurse Farring's here. She wants to see you. Ah, fine.

Oh, hello, Nurse Farring.

Glad to see you.

I just dropped in to see how you're getting on, Doctor.

Well, that's easily answered. I'm not.

The people of Shadwell are showing an ever-increasing disinclination to

consult me. Oh, I am sorry.

Still, I did have one patient this morning, so I mustn't complain.

Doctor? Aye?

Would you mind if I gave you some advice?

Of course not. I'd be glad of it.

I know the people of Shadwell pretty well.

They're suspicious of you, Doctor.

They think you're trying to pry into their affairs just to satisfy your

curiosity. But I'm not.

Oh, I know you're not, but they don't.

Look, I'm trying to start something new down here, and that's always difficult.

The days of the old-fashioned pill-peddling GP are over.

Today a doctor's got to understand his patients.

He's got to live among them, not apart from them.

He's got to share their problems and understand.

It's the only way.

Hello, Dr. Galloway here.

What's that you're saying?

An accident.

Where?

The Ville-Forge line of Hangman's...

What? Oh, near Chatwell Basin.

Well, I was just about to start my evening surgery, but... Well, in that

case, I'll come straight away.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Can you hold the fork for me, nurse? I'll not be long.

Certainly. Anything serious? A seaman aboard the Villefranche has had a nasty

accident.

Hello, anyone there?

All right, all right.

I'd have sworn there was someone here a minute ago.

Anyway, the generator's still running. There must be someone about.

Okay, hang on. I'll tell him. Bring him to me.

All right, here he is.

Let me go completely. All right, see this.

Tiny monkey business. I'll let you have it. Okay, what the devil's all this

about? Who are you? How'd you get aboard this ship? My name's Galloway and I

walked up the gangway.

Grim? Yeah? The gangway down?

Well, it must be if he says he walked up it. You fool, I told you to be quite

sure it was drawn up. Oh, attend to it now. No, no.

We'll attend to this first.

Are you referring to me?

Why are you here?

Because I'm a doctor.

I received a phone call ten minutes ago telling me there'd been an accident on

board. An accident? Aye, a bad one, so he said. Who said? Well, a man on the

phone. Fought with a French hat.

Is that true? Of course it's true. I'm not in the habit of lying.

At least not when it isn't necessary.

Cribben? Yeah?

See Dr.

Galloway ashore.

Yeah, but what if he saw something? He wasn't more than a couple of yards from

us. Do as I say.

Okay. All right, come on, Doc. All ashore.

But... But what about the accident?

There has been no accident.

No accident, but I... There will be one, Doc, if you don't get the hell out of

here. Aye, Mr. Cribben.

And it'll be you.

But I don't think it'll be ethical for a doctor to create his own accident cases.

I'm not that high up.

Well, good night.

Play it up.

You've forgotten something.

We'd better do something about him quickly.

Yeah, but he may recognize you. What are you going to do?

Make quite sure that if he did recognize me, he won't be able to do anything.

Look out!

Why was that one on the other thing?

Lucky for you, I shot it. Oh, it certainly was.

But what happened to me, for you, I'd just be a dark spot in the ground.

Well, what happened?

Somebody pushed the barrel from the ledge up there.

What do you mean, someone pushed it? I saw it distinctly.

Well, there's someone there now. Watch it.

It's the same man.

Hi there, come back.

I shouldn't. What, so you shall never catch him?

Well, maybe you're right.

My name's Alison Maxwell.

I'm a journalist.

I was just taking some photographs for an article I'm doing on the London Dock

at night.

That's lucky you happened to choose this exact spot.

Look, my name's Galloway. I'm a doctor.

I've got a practice here in Chapel.

At least I had a practice.

What happened to it?

Well, it just melted away.

Apparently, I don't understand the people of the East End very well.

What part of Scotland are you from? Edinburgh.

I'm from Inverness. Inverness?

Yes. Any objections?

Well, you sound so English. Oh, well. I've been down here a good few years and

I've lost my accent.

But I can still talk like you when I try.

What do you think of London?

Oh, it's exciting.

It's like a great big month.

Every day you have to fight it to get a living.

I suppose it sharpens your wits, but sometimes I get a bit tired and wish it

weren't quite so hectic.

Then I wake up in the morning and the monster's there, waiting to be fought.

I put on my hat and I go out and fight it.

If I win, I feel wonderful.

And if you don't?

I wish I was that unsoftened.

Why should somebody want to murder you?

Murder me?

Well, that man didn't try and drop a barrel on your head just because he

thought you ought to part your hair before. Well, no, I suppose he did, but

murder?

Of course, I'm not very popular with the people of Shaba, but, well, I hardly

think they'd go as far as that.

Why were you outside that warehouse?

No, I'd been on a case. What was it? I had a call from a man who said there'd

been an accident on board a ship.

But when I got there, they said there'd been a mistake and hustled me off.

So, having got rid of you, they then proceeded to drop a barrel on you?

Seems a bit odd, doesn't it? Odd?

Unhealthy.

Obviously, that phone call was a trap.

Well, what for?

Why should they want to kill me?

I don't know, but I think you ought to report it to the police.

I can't do that.

Well, how could they prove anything?

Look, we both saw the barrel fall and the man run away.

Aye, but... Come on, the police station's quite near here. You did say

you were a journalist, didn't you?

Yes. I see.

Why? I just wondered if you'd centered a story in this.

Dr. Galloway, how could you think such a thing?

Well, that's a very interesting story, Dr. Galloway.

What do you want me to do about it?

Don't the police usually do something about attempted murder, Inspector?

They do, Miss Maxwell.

Provided they've got something to go on.

We've given you plenty to go on.

We saw the iron barrel fall.

A minute later, we saw the man run away. What more do you want?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing at all.

All we've got to do now is to send out and pick up the man.

All the officers in this division have got second sight.

How nice for them.

Dr. Galloway.

Do you know why anyone should want to murder you?

No. No, I don't.

They tell me you're not very popular in the district.

Well, what of it? Oh, nothing, nothing. I just mentioned it.

Would you mind if I made a suggestion, Inspector?

Not at all.

People are always making suggestions on how to run the police force.

Perhaps if we went down to Butcher's Warehouse, we might find some clues.

Clues?

I knew it.

A thriller reader.

Well, here we are at Butcher's Warehouse. Now tell me exactly what

happened. Well, I was walking along the way. We've just come. And I was over

there taking a photograph.

What, at night?

You can take photographs in the dark, Inspector.

Well, go on.

Well, I happened to look up and saw the barrel full.

But somebody's put it back.

Yes, I can see that, Doctor.

Well, things don't seem to be very disturbed to me.

You don't think I made it all up, do you? Did I say so?

Well, you got any other suggestions, Doctor?

Well, there's only one place to find the answer to this mystery, and that's on

board the Villefort.

She's lying off Hangman's Walk. Shall we go?

What?

Well, this is it.

The ship was a... What's that?

Yes, Dr. Galloway? But she's gone.

Look, the dock's empty.

Yes, I can see that. Yes, but this is ridiculous.

I was on board the Villefranche less than half an hour ago, and she was in

this dock.

Inspector. Yes, Miss Mayfield? If the Villefranche had been here, the port

authorities would have referred us, wouldn't they?

Probably. Well, couldn't we go back to the station and ring them up?

Why not?

Why shouldn't the port authorities have jokes played upon them as well?

Yes?

Yes?

No, no, I don't.

I see.

Right, thanks very much.

Well, what did they say?

They've never heard of the Villefranche. Then their records are wrong.

Oh, of course.

You don't believe a word of this, do you? Did I say so? No, but you don't. I

can see that.

I'm not a complete fool.

Now listen, Doctor.

Why don't you go home and go to bed?

You've probably been overworking. How on earth can I have been? I've got no

patience to work on. All right, you've been underworking, but go home and get a

good night's rest. But somebody tried to murder me, I tell you. Yes, yes, yes, I

know. We're always having people here whose lives are in danger. Well, if you

treat sensible complaints the way you've treated mine, it's a wonder the death

rate in Chapel isn't a lot higher than it is.

Well, the death rate is more your concern than mine, Doctor.

Quite. I don't want to be added to it.

So you won't do anything?

Now look.

We've had a nice walk and you've had your little joke.

One day I'll return the compliment and come and do a little medicine with you.

Do? You see how much illness is caused by incompetent bureaucrats.

Come on, Miss Maxwell.

What do you do with that one, doctor?

Mrs. Meadows?

Now, what sort of a surgery have you got this evening? We haven't. What, not one?

Not a blooming soul.

Oh, that's bad.

Never mind. I'll put the kettle on and make you a nice cup of tea. Thanks,

that'll be very welcome.

That's all right, Mrs. Meadows. I'll answer it.

I didn't expect to see you again so soon. I had quite a job finding your

house. Well, come on in.

Mrs. Meadows, that's the housekeeper, has just put the kettle on for tea.

I should love a cup of tea. I've had such a hectic afternoon.

Well, come on in. I'll give you a hand off with your coat. Thank you.

It's a wee bit cold, isn't it, today?

Been chasing a story?

Yes, our story.

Ours?

Haven't you seen the evening papers?

No, I've not been out all day.

I've been writing an article for a medical journal.

Read this.

Death of famous actor.

Body of Winston Merrick found in river beside Hangman's Wharf.

Hangman's Wharf?

He was murdered. Murdered?

The police surgeon said he was killed about seven o'clock last night. But I

was on Hangman's Wharf about then, on board the Villefranche. I know.

So last night's mystery is getting a bit clearer now.

Suppose Merrick was murdered on board the Villefranche.

You came along, saw something that may provide a clue to the murderer.

So when you got to Butcher's Warehouse, they tried to kill you.

That makes sense, doesn't it? It does.

It makes even more sense if Crim murdered Merrick.

I can well believe he did.

He's got the kind of face that would go well with a wanted-for-murder notice.

Wait a minute, though.

There was another man with Crim.

Well-dressed, distinguished-looking, about 50.

You don't know what his name was?

No, but there was something familiar about his face. I've seen it before

somewhere. In the papers or magazines?

Aye, maybe that's it.

Come on, then. Well, where are we going? To the paper.

We'll tell the picture library and see if we can put a name to him. Fine.

Just a minute.

Mrs. Meadows?

Mrs. Meadows?

Yes, Doctor?

We'll not be wanting the tea now. We'll have it later. What's happened?

Have you got a patient?

Well, in a way, yes.

Come on, patient.

Hi. We've been followed.

Are you sure? Positive.

Those two men behind us have been following us ever since we left your

house. Oh.

What are we going to do?

Quick, the phone box. Come on.

Quick, in here.

What the heck are they up to now?

I think they've spotted us. It'd be too risky to do anything while they're in

the phone box.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Now what? We wait for them to go by.

Listen, Crib, we better walk past and make as if we haven't seen them.

I get it. And when they break cover, we'll have another go.

All right. Come on.

Did you see who that was? No. It was Crib.

What now?

There they go.

Come on.

Do you think it's them?

Sounds like them to me.

We've got to keep moving.

Come on down here.

You see them?

No, I can't see them. They've gone this way for sure. Come on. Hey, wait a

minute. I know this place.

That's a cul-de-sac. What the heck's that?

Well, it's a dead end. They can't get out the other way.

We've got them trapped.

Okay, we go in and fix them. What, and stop a bullet when you get down there?

If he packs a gun, he couldn't miss.

No, don't be a dope.

We stay right here. They got it past this way to get out, haven't they?

Maybe you've got something there.

You take this side, I'll take the other, okay?

Okay.

What are they doing? Standing at the end of the alleyway, waiting.

Waiting? For us to come out.

Oh, comes a blithering idiot to run us into this cul-de-sac.

Well, there's only one thing for us to do now.

What's that?

Stay put.

Look, we'll have to play a game of patience.

Give them longer, and after their lives decide they've made a mistake and go

away, or else they'll... They'll what?

Rush us.

Cheer for what? Well, it could be once at least you stand a chance if they rush

us.

What do you mean?

Look, if you aren't trying to strike their attention, you run away as fast as

you can.

You're a darling, but I'm going to stay here.

Look, there must be... There's something I can do.

Quick, down here.

Look, there's no batter, so hang on to the edge with your fingers.

Alright, David.

What are you doing?

Wait and see.

We made a mistake.

You don't say.

Well, they can't have come down here after all.

Here, wait a minute. This needs figuring.

The boss ain't going to be too pleased when he hears we lost them.

Maybe so, but after all the racket we've made, we'd better clear out before

someone starts to ask questions. You're right at that. We'll leave the figuring

till later. Come on.

Fair enough.

Did you hear that?

Crew's not acting on his own.

He's under orders from the boss.

I wonder who that could be.

Well, probably that distinguished-looking character who was

on board the Villefranche last night.

Yes. Yes, it would fit.

You saw or heard something that you weren't meant to see or hear, so the

distinguished character sent Crim out to close your mouth.

Yes, it fits.

Except for one thing.

What? I didn't see or hear anything.

Perhaps it was him. Oh. The distinguished character.

Perhaps you weren't meant to see him at that time on board the Villefranche.

Aye, maybe that's it.

Soon we get to the picture library and find out his name, the vet.

Aye, but... But what?

Oh, look, I'm a doctor, not a detective.

Yes, but you can't stop now.

Why not?

Well, you can.

I haven't the time to spare.

I thought you said you hadn't many patients.

I haven't any.

But I've got to keep pegging away. It's my only chance.

Besides, I'm not cut out for this kind of thing.

Nobody'd guess that from the way you've been carrying on for the past half hour.

Oh, well, that's different. There's a certain amount of excitement about being

chased. But it's unhealthy excitement.

Adolescent, anyway.

No, I don't want to go around chasing criminals.

It's all right for cheap journalism, but... Cheap journalism?

Oh, no, I didn't mean anything to offend you. The coast should be clear now. I

think I'll go back to the office. Good night, Dr. Galloway. Oh, look here,

Alison, please let me... I'm going back to have some more adolescent excitement.

Please don't bother to come and cheapen yourself.

Alison.

Alison!

Morning, Doctor.

Good morning, Mrs Meadows.

Slept well?

Not very.

I suppose there's no one for the surgery.

Then you're supposed wrong.

There's somebody waiting to see you. Oh, who is it?

Go and see.

What?

What did you do that for? I don't know. It suddenly came over me.

Why did you come here?

Because you asked me to.

I did?

Well, your Mrs. Meadows delivered the message.

She telephoned me at the paper last night. I see.

In spite of her very English appearance, Mrs. Meadows has a fine Italian hand.

I beg your pardon? She's a schemer.

Oh, I see.

You mean you didn't want me to come? Oh, but I did.

I wanted it more than... More than what?

Anything.

Look, I didn't mean it when I said I didn't want to go on with this murder

business. I do.

In fact, I've got.

What do you mean?

Well, sit you down and I'll tell you all about it.

Inspector Preble has it in his head that I murdered Merrick.

You? It seems that Merrick was on his way to see a doctor when he was killed.

And I was at Hangman's Wharf at seven o'clock, the time of his death.

Oh.

Well, I've managed to uncover one or two things.

In the first place, the Villefranche wasn't at Hangman's Wharf last night.

But she was, I saw that. According to the owners, she was in a small port in

Devon. In Devon? She's one of a fleet of colliers working out of Swansea.

Last week, she set out for London, but developed engine trouble and had to put

in at Baymouth. She's been there ever since.

Well, where's her sister ship? According to Lloyd, at Yarmouth.

Now, that doesn't help us very much, does it?

No.

Oh, but there is something else.

I managed to get into Winston Merrick's flat and have a talk to his housekeeper.

Oh, did you?

Mr. Medic's love life seems to have been as colorful in real life as it was on

stage and screen.

I managed to get a picture of his latest.

Look at it.

Aye.

Worth looking at, isn't she?

She's not unattractive, I suppose.

Well, what's this written here? Love from Rosa.

Rosa Wadham, a film actress.

Or rather, she has appeared in a few British films. You're a regular

encyclopedia, aren't you? You have to be when you're in Fleet Street.

Anyway, we're meeting Rosewood midday by the Albert Memorial.

What? We are?

Now look, you're not going to back out again, are you? Oh, no, no. No, I'm not

going to back out.

I was just going to get my hat.

I hope she turns up. Why, do you think she won't?

She seemed very keen, but you never know.

You think she knows something about Medic's death?

Well, she didn't say anything outright on the telephone, but I believe she

knows something and wants to tell us about it. I don't quite ask. Why not the

police?

She's scared.

Scared?

Fine, maybe that's it.

Well, it's quarter past and there's still no sign of her. Look, that black

limousine.

What does it say?

Meet me at 20 Cypress Road, Deptford at 10 o'clock tonight. And it's signed,

Rose. Is that all?

Aye, that's all.

Well, what do we do now?

Well, what time are you due back at your office? Not until 5.30. 5.30? Well,

that's fine. We'll spend the afternoon together.

I've nothing till my evening surgery.

If that.

Well, I'll let Mrs. Meadows know just in case. We're supposed to be doing some

detective work.

So we are.

Well, let's have a bite to eat first.

Well, this is it. Number 20.

Cypress Road.

It's a sinister sounding name, isn't it?

Well, it's a long place to suggest for a meeting.

No curtains on the windows.

House looks as if it's been deserted for years.

The door's open.

Well, perhaps she intended us to go straight in.

Daisy!

Can I borrow your hand?

Well, what's the matter?

I'm afraid I'm a bit scared.

I think my teeth are going to chatter any moment now.

All right, give us your hand.

Somehow, this makes me like you just a wee bit more.

My being frightened makes you feel big and strong, doesn't it?

Aye, something like that.

All right.

Come on, let's find Rose.

Is there anybody out there?

This house doesn't sound as if it's exactly bursting with life, does it?

It's the emptiest house I ever had.

Well, we might as well set to the place while we're here.

Let's try this roof first.

See anything?

Nothing but dust.

Obviously no one's set foot in this house for years.

Well, let's look somewhere else.

What about in there?

David, this... What?

What was that?

I don't know.

There it is again.

It seems to have come from in there.

No, it's not in there.

It's in there.

David!

Please don't go in there.

Ah, come along, Alison.

Pull yourself together.

Look, you want to go through with this thing, don't you?

I'm sorry.

It's all right. Go in and look.

Well, there's nobody.

Look, over by the window.

Oh, God help us.

Stay here.

I've got to see if he's still alive.

Do you know who it is?

No. It's Crimp.

Crimp? Aye, he's dead, all right.

There's an odd thing.

He was shot and wounded before he was turned up.

He strangled to death in that room.

David, do you think we could go out and get the mayor?

I'm not so used to corpses. Do you remember?

Of course.

Wait, what about Rosalie?

Rosalie? You don't think she'll turn up now, do you? This is obviously a trap.

Aye, of course.

Someone who knows a pebble already suspects me.

We'd better get out of here quick.

The place seems empty enough, doesn't it? It certainly does.

Hey, just a minute.

What's this?

Oh, what is it?

Tonight's paper.

That's funny.

Tonight's? Well, let's have a look.

DG 102.

DG? Do we know anybody with those initials? We do. Who?

Dr. Galloway. Yes, but what about the number?

102 is the number of his house, fathead.

That means that this must be his paper.

Hey, come on, let's see what else we can find you take the rooms upstairs. I'll

take the ones downstairs

It's great.

Putting a call to the surgeons, photographers, fingerprints, the whole

word. Meantime, I'll go and pick up Dr. Galloway. Come on.

So you won't tell me going? No.

You're a pal, aren't you? But look, Alison, things are liable to get tough

now. So I'm not to be there?

Better one than two if there's rough stuff.

Look, Dr. Galloway, if we're going to... We're going to go on knowing each other.

You've got to understand that one is never better than two where we're

concerned. Well, this is the one time when it is.

Look, I'll get in touch with you as soon as I can.

But why can't I drive you to your house? Why do you want me dropped off here? I,

uh, I like the look of that street lamp over there.

Oh, you're impossible.

Nurse Farthing, I reckoned you'd come this way. Well, what's the matter? The

police have been to your house. Inspector Preble. He's posted a man

outside. Oh, I hoped I might have beaten him to it.

Well, thanks for warning me, nurse. It was good of you. But you ought not to

have done it, really. Why not?

Well, help me a criminal to escape.

You won't convince me you're a criminal, Dr. Galloway.

If there's any mistake in this, and there must be, it's all on that man

Preble's side. Inspector Preble's a clever man.

He won't be the first clever man who's made a bad mistake.

I don't think you'd better stay in Shadwell much longer.

Tell me quickly, is there anything I can do? Oh, but really... Quick, Dan, tell

me.

I need some money.

I've got some. Oh, I need rather a lot.

I've got 25 pounds. I drew it out this morning to buy a kitchen cabinet and

then changed my mind.

Take it.

Oh, your grandness.

Don't waste time on flattery.

Anything else you want? Well, I do want to get to Paddington Station in a hurry.

Oh, I'll drive you there. My car's just around the corner. Oh, thanks a lot.

Hello, Dr. Galloway.

Hello.

This is going to be interesting.

What are you doing in Baymouth?

Taking a holiday.

I'd like to see you.

Have you seen this morning's papers?

No, I missed the last train from Paddington last night. Oh, why didn't

you go home?

Home isn't what it was.

Not since you took the boat to take me.

I had to send out a call for you. What for?

I wanted to talk to you. What about?

We can discuss that later. Come along.

Where to?

To the police station.

Oh, am I under arrest?

Oh, that's one of the things we're going to discuss.

Coming?

All right, I'll come.

But I warn you, you're making a big mistake.

Yes. Yes, I've heard all that before.

Now listen, Joe.

Just you go back and tell Captain Skinner I'm not going to stand any more

of his excuses.

The Villefranche has got to be ready to put to sea on the noontide tomorrow.

No.

No. No, I know all about that. Just you do what you're told, Joe.

And don't stand any nonsense from Skinner.

I was saying, Rosa, I'm not an intolerant man.

I think you'll admit I've been generous as far as you're concerned.

Possibly a little too generous.

However, I realized when I married you the time would come when you'd want to

kick over the traces.

That, I knew, was an inevitable consequence for a man who marries a

woman somewhat younger than himself.

Especially such an attractive woman as you.

Thank you.

Well, I agree this isn't.

I'm Batari, and I'm going to live in South America.

You're coming with me.

And if I don't want to? You're coming just the same.

Europe's finished for us. There's nothing more for me here.

Of course not.

Sooner or later the police will find out who really killed Winston Merrick and

Crim. Well, in the meantime, this you'd think it was young Dr.

Galloway, who and I had to argue with them.

By the time they find out their mistake, they have a doom.

We shall be in South America.

Are you really as bad as that?

Could you see a man hanged for something you've done?

He came between me and what I wanted. I most certainly could.

You ought to know by now I'm not a man easy to thwart.

You might remember that, Rosa, by the way. In other words, if I go to the

police and tell them what I know about the murders, you will kill me too. Is

that right?

Rosa, it's a very pleasant day.

Why must we talk about murder?

After what Joe has told us, I can't help thinking about that poor young doctor.

He's a very rash young man.

Instead of staying in his surgery, he wanders about to places where he's no

right to be.

Thank goodness the inspector got on to him before he caused further trouble.

Shutting him up in a cell is just about the right thing for him.

It'll teach him restraint.

And what can I do for you now?

Well, Dr. Galloway, you can start suing for damages.

What?

Don't you want to go? Or do you like police stations?

Well, I... I don't like this one very much.

Well, you can go.

But... but why?

Lack of evidence.

I've just been through to London and they tell me I must release you.

I bet you're sorry about that.

Oh, I don't know.

Oddly enough, I'm beginning to like you.

Oh, thanks.

You're, um... You're not so bad yourself.

Mind you, I still think you know more about those murders than you've told me.

In fact, I'm not at all convinced that you didn't do them. But I didn't...

Look, is there anything else you want to know? Yes.

What happened at Hangman's Wharf the night of Merrick's death? But I've told

you over and over again.

Oh, yes, I know. A story you can't substantiate. No one saw you. No one's

come forward to support it.

And you were in that house in Pennyfield where Crim's body was found.

Well, how do you know?

You left your evening paper there.

Oh. So you see, Doctor, things look very black for you.

Of course, if I could supply you with a motive or evidence to prove that you

killed Crim, I could hold you.

Until I can do that...

Regrettably, I've got to let you go.

Oh, well, I won't keep you any longer. I've got to get back to London.

I suggest you do the same. Catch the next train.

Is that an order?

No, but it's a sensible suggestion.

I shall take it, if I were you. Hmm.

I'm right at that.

Now, good afternoon.

I rang you earlier. You booked me a room.

That's right, sir. You're Dr. Galloway? Right.

There's somebody waiting for you. Really? Well, who is it?

Over there in the corner.

Oh, thanks. Look, send over two double whiskers, will you?

Very good, sir.

And what are you doing down here?

Waiting for you.

But I thought I told you I didn't watch you with me.

I know.

May I have a drink, please? Just order one.

Thank you.

Now, how did you know I was down here?

I followed you. Oh, another one.

You're not very good at shaking off a follower, you know. No, no, so I've

noticed. You're nice, sir.

Anything else you require?

Now, perhaps you can help me. Is there anybody here from the Villefranche?

The Villefranche? The ship in the harbor that's being repaired.

Oh, yes.

No, I don't see anybody from here now, but any of the boys will tell you about

it. Anything else? No, thanks.

David, are you planning to get aboard the Villefranche? Alison, I am. Why?

Uh-huh.

Don't be infuriating. Tell me.

No.

If it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have gotten into this in the first

place. Oh.

So you're the person I have to thank for being arrested at Baymer Station this

morning. Arrested? Well, didn't you know?

I saw you drive away in a cab with Inspector Prebble. Well, where did you

think we were going? For a pub call?

Well, how did you get away from him?

We decided that he hadn't got enough evidence to hold me.

There's something odd about that.

If my instinct is right, Inspector Crevel is the sort of person who can

find enough evidence to hold you, even if you have to invent it.

Where is he now? Well, he decided to go back to London. He advised me to do the

same. Why don't you?

Because I want to go on board the Neil Tronch.

Why? Oh, listen.

You asked me that before, didn't you? I did. And I said I wasn't going to tell

you. And I'm not going to tell you what I hope to find on board because, well, I

don't know myself.

I'm just playing a hunch here like that.

I didn't say you couldn't come along with me.

It's so crazy.

Now look, we've got to get to work.

Which one of those characters over there would you say looks the most

cooperative?

Well,

here goes.

Sorry

to

disturb you. Well, what do you want?

I've just seen Ben.

What did he want? Well, you sent him down to get a bottle from the pub,

didn't you? Yes, but what of it? He's just seen that doctor, Galloway. He's at

the Blue Anchor.

Impossible. You told me he'd been arrested.

Yes, I did. I can't make it out.

Ben's sure it was him, and Ben don't make mistakes.

What's young Galloway doing?

He was talking to old Prescott.

It looks as if we should have a look into this matter ourselves.

Oh, why can't you stop all this?

No good can come of it.

Be quiet.

Tell Ben to get the car ready.

We're going down to the harbour.

Okay.

Great company, Joe.

There's no nonsense about him. You're a smooth barbarian. You ought to be shot.

You will be.

When I've finished with him.

You are mad.

Maybe.

There she lies.

So that's the Villefranche.

Has she a sister, sir? Yes, the Tantier.

Is she the same as the Villefranche? You couldn't tell them apart.

Her owner lives in that big house over there. He's Sir Brian Roderick.

Tell me, is he what you'd call a tall, distinguished-looking man?

Why, is that all right?

Looks a proper city gent.

Got a fine wife, dear.

Bit younger than him, though.

You ask me, I think it's best that way.

Do you happen to know if her name is Rosa?

Yes, that's right.

Friends of yours?

At last, Allison, things are beginning to make sense.

Well, come on. What are we waiting for? Let's get a move on. Follow me.

Okay, Alison, grab that ladder.

Todd, we have to climb up here.

Well, it's the only way if you want to get on board.

Count me out. Oh, no, Alison, look. Darling, you're forgetting. I'm not

dressed for this sort of thing.

Oh, I see.

Well, maybe you're right.

Look, keep your eyes open and give us a shout if you see anyone coming. Okay.

Well?

Well, this is her dock, the Villefranche. Aye, it's the same ship.

The one I went aboard on Hangman's Wharf on the 27th. It couldn't have been.

She ain't got no boilers. What? She's been waiting here for new ones since the

24th. She couldn't leave the harbour.

Leastways not unless they towed her.

Let's go after her.

Well, what would you say this was? The companionway to the bridge and the

captain's quarters?

That's right.

And what's that?

Same thing.

Then it isn't the same ship.

I knew it. The Villefroche only had one companionway.

I believe you're right.

Come to think of it, the Tangier has only got one companionway. That's

exactly what I wanted to know.

David!

David, come quickly!

Hello, what is it?

Someone's coming. Look at that launch.

That belongs to Sir Brian Roderick. Sir Brian? Yes. Well, we'd best get out of

here, quick. Come on.

Any sign of... There's the dock.

Get him aboard.

Why not let him drown?

No, I want to talk to him.

Right, boys, get him over.

Get him with him. Get him over on this port here.

Cross with him.

Get him down here.

Don't want him swimming ashore.

Talk to him at the warehouse.

What's going on here, Joe? What's going on? The doc's come round. He's talking

with some woman.

Look, there was a girl in that boat. Is that true?

Of course it's true. Let me go. Let me go. No, I'll find her.

We don't want her getting back to the town talking.

Joe, you stay here and guard them. Okay, governor.

And gag him.

Sure. Their pleasure.

Yes, my lady. Come here a minute.

You trust my husband, don't you?

Sir Brian?

Never thought about it. He pays me well. Why shouldn't I trust him?

Crim trusted him and look what happened to him.

There's nothing wrong with Crim. He just don't feel too good.

He'll be following us in a couple of days to Paris.

Who told you that?

The boss.

He said he wasn't feeling well, eh? He was right there.

Crim isn't feeling at all.

He's dead and the boss killed him.

I don't believe it. It isn't true.

He's in London, I tell you. You can easily check on it.

Go and ask Inspector Preble.

The papers say he found Crim's body.

You're crazy.

Why should the boss want to kill Crim?

Crim works for him.

Crim knew about Winston Merrick. He saw him murdered.

Oh, no, he didn't. How do you know?

Because I was with the boss when he fixed Merrick. Crim was below in the

cabin. I see.

I suppose you believe you're coming to South America with us.

Sure, I'm going. The boss said so.

What's so funny? The way you swallow everything.

Listen, Joe.

You've served your purpose.

What do you mean? You're ready for what Crim got.

You're crazy.

You can easily find out the truth.

How? Go and ask Rarson. He booked the reservations on the Paris plane.

Go on. He's out in the yard now waiting for us with the car.

It's your last chance, Joe.

The bot will be back with that girl in a minute.

I've got to guard these two blokes.

I'll keep an eye on them for you.

Give me the gun.

Sure you're not trying to pull nothing. Look, I'm trying to keep you out of a

mortuary.

What's the use? Go ahead then. Be a sucker and stay here if that's the way

you feel.

Okay.

Maybe there is something in what you say.

Here's the gun.

I'll be back in a minute.

Joe.

Yes. Turn around.

Now listen. You listen. Untie Dr. Galloway. Do as I say or I'll shoot.

Untie him.

Okay. Have it your own way. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Go on, be quick. Come on, get on with it.

Be quiet, go on.

Don't fumble.

Hurry up, Joe.

Shut up, get on with it.

Come on, come on.

Are you all right?

Well, thanks a lot.

Now, would I be right in assuming that Lady Roderick and Rosa Warren are one

and the same? You are?

Now things are really beginning to make sense.

Joel, stop down to your shirt. Look here. Come on now, Joel. Quick, bound

her there for a moment.

Go on, Joel.

I'll quick keep you in cover while I find her.

You'd better watch your hands. Stand up.

Come on, come on.

Be quick.

Good doctor.

Be quick.

Now look, sir. Closure, sir.

Half brisket.

I'll see.

Brisket.

Still ain't hot.

We can't waste time on him. No, we can't. Look, this is what we'll do. Yes?

I'll turn little Joey over on his face.

Like this? Yes.

Then he'll pass mustard for me. Good idea.

Now,

look, I'll hide behind those sacks over there. Yes. Give me that.

Now, when your husband comes in, you keep him talking. And then? Well, I'll

get between him and the door.

All right. Then I'll keep him covered while you go for help.

All right.

Look, Joe's home.

What?

Hello?

Where's Joe?

He went out to see Russell.

Damn fool.

I'll tell him to guard these two.

They don't need guarding. They're both unconscious.

Maybe. But you know that I like to be a babe, Rosa.

But that's enough of that.

I'm running short.

What do you mean?

Just that this is the end of the journey. For whom, may I ask?

You, my dear.

Things are running my way, Rosa.

The police already suspect Galloway of being concerned in two murders.

Now he's going to be concerned in a third.

Is this a joke?

I don't make jokes.

What do you want to kill me for?

My dear, you don't for one minute imagine that I'd forgive you for making

me look a fool over that wretched young actor, do you?

I was in love with Winston Merrick. I couldn't help myself.

You didn't try very hard, did you?

Anyhow, he got what he deserved.

Maybe he didn't tell you that, amongst other things, he ran a currency

smuggling ring.

He was easy.

He came down to Hangman's Wharf that night to be the ship's doctor, who was

his contact in the smuggling ring.

And that was that.

Except that old Galloway butted in.

But that too's turned out well for me now.

What are you going to do?

I'll tell you.

Just before Joe and I leave, we'll dump Prescott in the harbour.

Then we'll untie the noble doctor, putting him to sleep again if necessary.

When he wakes up, you'll find on his hands another dead body.

Yours. What about the girl? Did you find her?

No. Either she doesn't exist or she drowned in the harbour.

Well, what do you think of my little idea? I think it stinks.

What the...

You! Are you hurt? No, I'm okay.

Okay, I'm ready.

I'm ready.

Okay, I've got it. Good man.

Well, see you get a medal for this. I'm all right, David. They expect arresting

me. Well, I'm going to kill you.

Come on, then.

Have another one.

Oh, I shall be tight if I do. Good.

Look, there are two things I don't understand.

Who made that call to my surgery?

And why was Crim murdered?

Well, Crim made that call as part of the double game he was playing.

Double game?

Yes. Of course, Crim knew that Sir Brian was a very wealthy man.

And although he'd been paid well for his part in covering the murder of Winston

Berry, he believed that an unexpected witness to the crime would prove useful

in his little scheme to bleed Sir Brian still further. Now, that accounts for

the clumsy disposal of the body. Yes. Crim wanted it to be found. So when Sir

Brian realized what Crim was up to, he'd know a compunction in doing away with

it. That's about it.

But why did you suspect a person's innocence from the start?

I... Well, I didn't suspect him, really.

I realised he'd found something on Hangman's Wharf, which was the key to

the whole business.

I just used Galloway as a sort of stalking horse.

Ha, thoughtful of you. Well, it was the only way I could break down Sir Brian's

alibi. Well, didn't you realise you were putting him in danger?

I'll make it up to you.

I'll give you a nice wedding present.

All right, there's no need to look so glum about it. It won't be a pair of

china rabbits.

No, it doesn't that, but... Well, how can we afford to get mad about my

practice the way it is?

Yeah, that's the point.

You'd have done better as a detective.

Oh, that reminds me. I'd almost forgotten.

Here,

read that.

What is it?

I can't believe it, Alice.

They offered me the job of medical superintendent for the inspector's

division. And the salaries.

I believe you had something to do with this.

Well, I... You're a darling.

Oh, I say.

What about me?

Darling.