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Oh, my God.

Hey!

Hey!

It's all yours.

I think he means the book.

I hope so.

And what did you do that for?

Just thought I'd like to drift a while. Do you mind?

We're not far enough out yet.

Far enough for me, darling.

You're the captain.

I wonder how long that'll last.

What do you mean?

Me being captain.

Just as long as you like.

And just as long as you do whatever I want you to do whenever I want it done.

Always?

Always.

And if I don't?

Then you've got yourself a mutiny aboard, Captain.

Not bad, eh?

Not bad at all.

Oh, that's all right. There's not much dialogue in this bit.

They've got better things to do, as you might say.

Yes. Pretty good picture, that.

Say it myself.

You're very efficient.

Well, we like to move with the times, you know.

Technological trends and so on.

Matter of fact, I was... You want to come out here again?

This isn't the only place on the island, is it?

You know somewhere better?

Maybe.

All right. Well,

you know the crossroads just before you...

Yes, I will.

Well, it's a turning dot.

You've got a different voltage here, you know. That's what's doing it.

This boat they were in, I presume it was hired?

Yes, it was.

Have you any idea who paid for the hire?

Well, actually, it was your wife, little boy.

Still, you know what they say, the woman always pays, what?

I'll have this right in a jiff.

They're not supposed to be working this, you know.

Some of those hotels I have to hang about in in London, you'd never believe.

Only last week, for instance, I was staying... Just run the film, will you?

It's funny, you know.

And no offence intended, mind, but all you husbands are the same.

They call in blokes like me to do all the dirty, as you might say, but the

minute they get what they're paying for, they start taking it out on the bloke

that got it.

Understandable, really, I suppose, but... quite.

Tony? Yes?

Oh, nothing.

Liz?

Yes?

Liz who?

We made a bargain, Tony.

Pretty one-sided bargain.

You know just about everything about me. I don't even know your surname.

Oh, we met casually, darling. When you leave at the end of the summer, we'll

part that way.

Well, that's it, I'm afraid, as far as the picture's concerned, anyway.

He went out to sea after that.

Right. Who is he?

Tony Sorbo is the name. He's working over here.

Working? Yes, in this hotel, as a matter of fact.

He and his wife are in the cabaret.

Mind-reading act.

Not bad, either.

Not me, Fox. I don't mind telling you.

This is for you, Mr. Carstairs.

What? Another advance, you mean?

Payment in full, and I've added a little extra.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Very generous, I must say.

But I thought you wanted a divorce.

You'll need much more evidence than this, you know. I mean, you've got to.

The film and the tape, please.

I don't know why you bothered to hire a private detective.

You could have followed her yourself.

I haven't even got started yet. As far as I'm concerned, your work here is

finished.

Yes, well, look, I'll probably be staying on here for a couple of weeks or

so. And what's the matter?

I'd much rather you went back to London.

I might as well have a holiday while I'm out here.

That shouldn't worry you, should it?

No, I suppose not.

Mind you, now that I'm paying my own expenses, so to speak, I'll have to move

into a more economical place.

Cut my cloth according to my... What's it? Good night, Mr. Carstairs.

Anyway, in case you should change your mind about building up a real case, I

mean, I'll leave my new address at the desk.

I shouldn't bother, Mr. Garstow.

Good night.

All right, then, Zita.

I've correctly identified this object as a photograph.

Of what?

There are two people in this snapshot.

It symbolizes happiness.

They've just met.

They've just got married, too.

But you're quite right, Zita. Absolutely right.

As a matter of fact, this young lady tells me that this picture was taken the

very first time she and her husband went out together.

Now, there are two names on the back.

and the name of a place.

I want you to tell me, first of all, where this picture was taken.

Battersea Front Fair.

And the names?

Surnames. Must you be formal?

Does one name begin with a B?

Uh-uh. Phishing is prohibited.

B... For Bridge.

Bridget.

The other name is more difficult.

Are you tired?

Yes. Well, who wouldn't be in a honeymoon hotel?

The young man's name is Peter.

Amazing. How does she do it?

Thank you very much indeed, ladies and gentlemen.

That concludes the cabaret for this evening.

I wouldn't say no if you asked me to have another drink.

No, no, you wouldn't.

That's why I'm not asking you. You've been drinking all day.

How do you know? You've hardly seen me.

Oh, give it a rest, please.

It's not another row I'm getting bored with. You're not half as bored as I am.

Look, Tony, I don't want to nag, but I hardly ever see you nowadays.

If only you'd take me around the island occasionally instead of going off all by

yourself to play golf.

Excuse me.

We enjoyed your performance very much indeed.

We'd like to buy you a drink, if we may.

What? And have all the audience think that you're in on the act with us?

It's all right. I'm kidding. Oh, the same again, please. Only the large ones.

Right. Same again here, please. And two gin and tonics.

No, thanks. I don't.

And he shouldn't either.

For God's sake, somebody give her back her mask.

Actually, I've been trying these things.

Non-smoking pills?

Yeah. Well, I was up to 50 a day, and the doctor was very concerned about it.

He said he thought I might blow a gasket or something like that.

Well, now that I've taken the tablet, I can smoke with a clear conscience.

Well, as Pharaoh said to the mummy, you're a long time dead, baby.

You're late.

Been checking up on me.

No, of course not.

I phoned. They said you'd left. I just wanted you to collect those canvases

from the town hall exhibition.

I'll collect them tomorrow.

Oh, it's all right. I can do it. I've got some sketching to do.

Harvester?

No, I think I'll try something different this time.

A few landscapes, perhaps.

This is new.

Oh.

Oh, that, yes.

I didn't know you'd found a new sitter.

I haven't.

It's purely imaginative.

There'll probably be a heap of clay again tomorrow.

Poor chap.

It's a pity about the ears, though. They're quite wrong, aren't they?

What do you mean?

Wrong for the shape of the head, I mean.

As a matter of fact, they're not unlike mine.

That's you now. I think you're right.

The imaginary man with the real man's ears.

Phil? Yes?

You haven't said where you were this evening.

I was watching some film.

At the hospital?

A visiting specialist gave me a private showing.

Interesting case?

Yes, very.

All right, sister, she'll do.

How?

Almost normal.

What's on telly?

Picture's getting better and better.

So it is.

Good.

I'll have a look at her later when she comes out of recovery.

Was I that bad?

Good Lord, no, sir. You were marvelous.

You've given that child a new life.

A brand new heart, more or less.

It's more or less the standard up nowadays. You can do it yourself.

I wouldn't like to try, sir.

After a few years, anyway.

You have plenty of time.

Sir? Yep?

You must have had bigger hospitals up in New York.

Why don't you stay on the island?

Well, that's quite simple. I was born here.

Went away to do my medicine and came back.

They need a heart surgeon here like anywhere else, do you know?

Your wife must be very happy about that.

Being an artist, I mean.

Must be a wonderful place to work in.

Yes. I think she likes it quite a lot.

I'm on in ten minutes.

Just about time to check.

Next Monday, then?

Hmm. Should be all right.

I've got to phone the hotel in case I can't make it.

Goodbye then, Mrs.

Smith.

Where have you been?

Out. I rather gathered that. Where?

Playing golf.

I went up a ball with some people and then we had a few drinks at the

clubhouse afterwards. Oh, I'm glad somebody has a social life around here.

Have you eaten?

No, I'll get something between shows.

Yes?

Hello?

Hello? Who is it?

Did you call?

Well, no one spoke.

A woman?

You sure she asked for this room?

All right, thanks.

Did she give a name?

Apparently not.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is cabaret time.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

And that means that it's time to introduce you once again to the amazing

girl who can read your thoughts.

Did you hear that?

All those thoughts being dropped like lightning, it's always the same. Waiter,

this floor is filthy.

Ladies and gentlemen, Zita.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, say, where'd everybody go?

No, but seriously, you know, if you could see through this, you could see

through a brick wall.

And living in this place, don't I wish I could sometimes?

However, I don't want you to take my word for it. Oh, no, you want to check

for yourself.

Howdy, sir. Would you like to be very nice and check that for me, please?

Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.

Is that all right, madam?

Yes. Thank you very much indeed. There you are, ladies and gentlemen.

You just hold that for me, will you, darling?

And yet, Zeta will identify objects for us... Thank you, sir. ...about which we

don't possibly have any prior knowledge.

And maybe even tell us all just a little bit about their own day.

All set, Zeta? Yes. All right, let's go.

Right.

I've got something in my right hand.

I'm holding it up for everybody to see.

Now, would you say it belonged to a man or a woman?

The man's cigarette case.

How many cigarettes are in the case?

There are seven cigarettes in the case.

That is correct.

And tipped.

Yes? There are initials carved on the cigarette case. Am I right?

Yes, you're absolutely right.

And I think... No, I'm quite sure the initials are P

-J-D. P-J-D. That is absolutely correct. Thank you.

Isn't that amazing?

Hello, darling.

Hello.

You're late.

Yes, I am a little. I had an emergency and... Drink?

No, thanks.

I'm still on call.

And I was in town until an hour ago.

Oh, yes?

I could have sworn I saw your car there.

Where was that?

Near the Island Hotel.

You know, the one beyond the bay.

You must be mistaken.

I've only just left the theater.

In any case, you'd hardly expect me to be in that part of the world now, would

you?

What do you mean by that?

Honeymoon hotels are for honeymooners.

And ours came to an end a long time ago.

It's a sandal. A gold sandal.

Thank you.

Yes, you're absolutely right, Zeta.

Now, Zita, I want you to think.

Can you tell me what the size is?

I bet her husband doesn't know.

Get to know gentlemen.

Don't make the mistakes we all make when we buy our wives presents.

You know what I mean.

Getting the shoes too small and the brass ears too large.

Please, Dale.

Right.

Yes, I'll come over right away.

Emergency? Yes.

Will you be long?

I've no idea.

But don't wait up.

Well, Doctor, what's the verdict?

We'll talk about that in the morning.

Meanwhile, we'll give you something to help you sleep.

Mrs. Silver, may I have a word with you?

Doctor, why is he taking her outside?

Please tell me.

What a danger, Doctor.

How bad is it?

Relax. You're in good hands.

I see.

He's always been afraid something like this might happen.

Why was I?

He had rheumatic fever when he was younger.

I see.

Of course, that was years ago.

I always thought he was perfectly all right.

He doesn't eat or drink too much, and he's cuddly smoking down to practically

nothing. How?

With the aid of pills?

Yes. As a matter of fact, he has been taking pills.

Could I see them?

Oh, yes.

And these.

Well, I'll have a look at them.

It's just possible that they may have contributed to the attack.

But I thought they were perfectly safe.

Well, you can never tell about these things.

Mr. Teasale?

So, Charles, you might have another attack.

Well, we'll keep a close watch, but I should warn you that an operation may be

necessary.

An operation?

For repairs.

Is it a risky repair?

I think you ought to get some sleep, too. I'll let you know if there's any

change in his condition.

Mr. Teasdale, did I hear you say you're going to operate?

Yes, I'm going to put a cardiac catheter in.

But surely it is only a mild attack.

When I want your advice, Doctor, I will ask for it.

I'm sorry.

It's just that he's now showing... I'm not aware that you were already a heart

surgeon, or that you had any knowledge of the patient's history.

A history which suggests that he may have suffered cardiac damage in early

life, damage in all probability aggravated by this attack.

I intend to find out, for his sake.

You're off early.

Yes, I have a heavy theatre list.

How was all that flap about last night?

I don't know. Some chap had a stroke.

He's one of my clocks for mending this morning.

Oh, well, I hope it all goes well.

Thank you, my dear.

Look, Doctor, I'm perfectly well again. Honestly.

Until the next time, perhaps.

The only thing wrong with me is my stomach.

But then I haven't eaten since. I'm sorry we had to starve you, but you'll

get the best meal available when it's all over.

Mr Teasdale has explained why he's doing the operation. If you like, I'll give

you a full account of what I'm going to do. Some patients prefer that.

Not this one.

I prefer to go off into a peaceful limbo.

You will.

Doctor, could the condemned man have one last request?

Tony! Could I have a cigarette?

Well, I'd rather you didn't. You'll be feeling drowsy in a few moments.

What have happened to those tablets I was taking?

I took those away from your wife.

I'm afraid they're out of the question.

Well, you might as well throw the box away for all the good they did me.

I mean, all those cigarettes I did without haven't kept me away from the

operation table, have they?

Relax, Mr. Sober. You'll be asleep in a few moments.

How long will it take?

It's impossible to forecast, I'm afraid.

Do you mind if I wait here?

Not at all.

Please try not to worry Mrs. Sorbo. It really isn't worth it.

Hello. Here.

Here. All right.

Too late to catch him now, I'm afraid. He's just on the way to the theatre.

Which theatre?

Theatre 3.

Oh, the lift's not working, Mrs Teasdale. He'll have to use the stairs.

Phil. Hello, Liz.

What are you doing here? I'm sorry to disturb you at a time like this. That's

all right. What can I do for you? I couldn't find my car keys. I thought

perhaps you'd taken them by mistake.

Oh, I haven't got them, my dear.

You must have mislaid them. But here, why not take my car?

Oh, all right, thanks.

Is this the man who had the stroke?

Yes, that's him.

Mr. Teasdale, we're ready for you now.

Thank you, sister.

See you later then.

What the devil's going on?

I wasn't told there was going to be a gallery.

Last minute change in the nurse's schedule, sir.

The registrar could have told me. I never give last minute lectures.

We're simply here to get use of the atmosphere.

The patient is a male in his late 20s who has had a seizure.

There is no sign of a blood clot, which is why I have decided on surgical

exploration rather than the use of drugs.

There is evidence of an early rheumatic condition.

which may suggest a faulty valve.

During the operation, you will see me open the heart wall and insert a cardiac

catheter, by which means we may be able to measure the blood pressure directly.

Right. Have him taken back to his room.

Temporary suturing.

Aren't you satisfied, sir?

I want to take a closer look in a few days.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Salvo, isn't it?

Yes, that's right.

I was hoping to have a word with you, if I may.

Felix Carstairs is the name.

My car.

What's it all about?

It's about your husband, as a matter of fact.

What have you got to do with my husband?

Directly, very little.

Indirectly, quite a lot.

I only know him by sight, you understand.

I'm afraid I don't understand at all.

Well, no, of course you wouldn't.

You see, I'm here combining business with pleasure, as you might say.

Actually, the business part came first before I decided to have a few days'

break. But it's occurred to me that there might still be some business to

do, if you see what I mean.

No, Mr. Costes, I'm afraid I don't... Well, let's put it this way, then.

You and your husband don't get along too well, right?

I beg your pardon?

Bit of a lad with the gals, eh?

Especially the ones with the...

Jolly old lolly. What?

Now, look here, Mr. Carstairs. Just a minute. Before you go rushing off, take

a look at this.

How did you get this picture?

Let's see.

It was slightly overcast, so I opened up... No, I mean, where was it taken?

Just along the coast, at one of their rendezvous points, as you might say.

Who is she?

Ah, now, that would be a breach of professional confidence.

You see, it was her I was following on her husband's instructions.

You've chosen a fine moment to spring this.

Well, it's always a bit of a shock, you know, whenever you spring it.

Is her husband... Is he bringing a divorce case?

I doubt it.

He decided not to pursue matters beyond my initial inquiry, so to speak.

However, if you're interested... And what did you find out from your

inquiries?

Well, now, there's a question of the price, isn't there?

I've got some tape recordings, a bit of film, one or two odds and ends.

The husband bought them, but I always have copies made. You understand?

I understand perfectly, Mr. Carstairs.

I don't need any more of your smutty evidence.

You can keep it.

Well, if you change your mind, you've got my address on the back of that

picture. I'll be here for quite a few days yet.

Yes, Sorbo.

Mr. Tony Sorbo.

Look, I don't want a bulletin. I just want to know how he is.

Sorry, am I interrupting something?

No, I was just ringing to see if you'd left. Saved you a call then, didn't I?

Yes.

How about some lunch?

I'd rather have a drink first.

In the middle of the day. I've no more arms.

How did they go?

Not too badly.

Except for one.

Poor chap.

Died on the table.

Very sad, but there it is.

Was that the man I saw this morning?

Hmm?

The one on the trolley outside the operating theatre. Was that the one?

Oh, no, no.

Elderly chap this was. The chap you saw seems to be doing quite well.

Oh, I'm glad.

Haven't finished with him yet, though, I'm afraid.

Complications? You could call them that.

Still, I should be able to fix him second time around.

Now, how about that drink?

Only a few minutes, Mrs. Sorbo.

You know, it's a funny thing.

I must have been out for hours. It seems just a moment ago I was being wheeled

away to the operating table.

Come on, cheer up. I'm back. I'm still breathing.

Yes.

You don't have to get so excited about it.

You'll never have a heart attack, that's for sure.

I'm sorry, Tony. I'm just a bit upset, that's all.

What about?

Come on, I'll be on my feet in next to no time, and then, bingo.

Yes.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Oh, please, don't give me that.

Not Tony.

What's wrong?

They may have to operate again.

What?

Yes, I... I suppose I shouldn't have told you.

So that's the reason for the long face.

What do you expect?

Well, don't worry about having told me.

If it's got to be done, it's got to be done. That's all there is to it.

I suppose so.

Oh, come on. It'll be all right.

Look, I'll tell you what.

I'll be back on that golf course before you can... Well, I'll be

out of this place anyway.

We've got to make a start somewhere.

Yes.

You know, I knew you'd contact me.

How much?

Just knew it somehow.

A touch of the old Harry Psychos, you might say.

How much?

Well, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you a cost-price service.

Twenty-five pounds.

No, no, we'll make it guineas. More professional, you understand?

Who's the woman?

I'll give you a fully documented report in a couple of days.

Then, if you'd like your husband put under further observation... There

wouldn't be much point in that. Not for some time.

Oh, I see.

You'll have a showdown, armed with the facts, so to speak, and make him promise

to be a good boy, eh?

I don't know.

Why doesn't anybody want to go in for a divorce nowadays?

It so happens that my husband's ill.

Oh. He's in hospital.

He's had a heart attack.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I hope they're looking after him all right.

Oh, yes.

He's in the hands of a first-class specialist, Mr. Teasdale.

Mr. Sorbo, this is a press photographer.

He wants some pictures.

You can say no if you want.

After all the money I've spent on advertising?

You're kidding.

You can attend my next operation, if you like. I'm a freelance, actually.

But you never know your luck. Some of the showbiz papers might take a print.

Oh, great, great.

Well, how would you like them?

Serene and composed, or tousled and heroic, or in great heart?

Just keep on talking, old boy.

Candid shots are my speciality.

Your heart attack was quite sudden, was it?

They usually are.

I mean, you just keeled over, did you? Like a drunk.

Still, you're pretty lucky, aren't you?

A hospital near the hotel and everything laid on.

All the comforts of home, as they say.

I had an uncle once who had a heart attack at a bus stop.

Way out in the country.

Top of words, there was nobody else in the queue and the bus was half an hour

late.

They tried massage, but it was hopeless.

You got any more stories like that?

Sorry, a boy, no offence.

Still, you've got nothing to worry about, have you?

I reckon you must feel pretty good with a specialist like Teasdale on hand.

Yes, I do.

It was him who made the diagnosis, I suppose.

Well, I was first admitted, you mean.

Yes, yes, it was.

Why? Oh, nothing of why, just interested.

Here we are.

Cigarette? Oh, no, thanks.

Someone's bound to walk through that door if I light up.

You're not supposed to smoke, then.

I never was, really.

Not for years.

Even tried taking pills.

Non-smoking pills?

So-called.

The funny thing is, I've been smoking less since Teasdale took them away from

me.

Hello there, Mr. Teasdale.

What are you doing here?

I've just been paying a call on one of your patients, Mr.

Tony Sorbo.

You've fixed him up properly, haven't you?

Get out of this hospital.

My business with you is over. Is it?

I suppose your business with Mr. Sorbo will also be over after the next

operation.

Or should I say during the next operation?

You know what, old boy?

I think you and me ought to have a little chat elsewhere, don't you?

All right.

Well, I leave the venue to you, old boy. You know the island better than I do.

Do you know a place called Signal Point on the other side of the harbour?

I was over there yesterday, matter of fact.

Very bracing, isn't it?

I'll meet you there about... later on today, if you like.

Good, eh?

What time?

How about ten o'clock tonight?

Ah, how about five o'clock this afternoon?

I don't think I'd trust you in the dark, somehow.

All right.

What do you want?

So my diagnosis was correct.

What do you want?

A thousand, to begin with.

Of course, if Sorbo doesn't survive on Monday morning, the next payment will be

quite a lot bigger.

The difference between attempted murder and murder.

Whoever mentioned murder.

Now look, you think the police wouldn't follow this up?

I mean, a coincidence is a coincidence, but this... Can't ever be proved.

I dare say they'll never prove their life slipped.

But once they know about Sorbo and your wife, and once your wife knows you hired

me, and they know that you know that I know, well, I mean, it's endless, isn't

it? You expect people to believe that I will demand to have a heart attack?

Oh, I've got to hand it to you.

The only hospital on the island, and you the only heart surgeon.

You saw him taking those pills, didn't you?

Probably the very night you left me.

All you had to do was switch the pills and the rest was easy.

Made to measure, as you might say.

You should have been a real detective.

I'm making sense, though, aren't I?

And if I can do it, why not the police?

There's only one thing puzzles me, though.

What's that?

Why didn't you get it over with in the first operation?

If you really want to know, I had an audience. There were student nurses in

the gallery.

Ah, and you couldn't let them down, you mean?

That's right.

Sensitive, sir, aren't you?

I must admit to a certain amount of professional pride, yes.

I dislike doing a bad job, even now, as it happens.

In front of an audience, it would be unthinkable.

And next time?

There will be no audience.

Morning, John. Morning.

Give me a whiskey, would you please?

Breakfast, huh?

Oh, sorry, I forgot.

Tony's due on the table again this morning, isn't he? Yes, that's right.

Here. Try that for size.

Thanks.

John? Yeah?

Has... Has anyone been asking for me?

What, you mean a call from the hospital?

No.

I've been waiting all weekend for a man to deliver something.

Oh, yes?

Yes, you might know him.

His name's Carstairs.

That moustache wears a blazer.

Yes, that's him. I won't be seeing him again.

Why not?

He bought it.

Ran his van over the cliff on Friday.

Up at Signal Point.

You mean he's dead?

Very.

A bit dodgy by the sound of it.

How do you mean?

The police still can't find out whether he did it on purpose or not.

Good morning, Mrs. Sorbo. Good morning. Come out and see your husband. No, not

yet. Look, I wonder if you can help me.

Well, I'll try.

I'll do my best anyway.

Has this woman ever been to see my husband?

This lady here, you mean? Yes.

Well... You know her, don't you?

I know her. Just tell me where she lives.

That's all I want to know.

How long?

A month. A little more, perhaps, until Tony went into hospital.

How did you find out?

You know very well.

It's a pity a man had to die for me to find out.

Die?

Tony's dead?

Who said anything about Tony? I'm talking about Carstairs.

I'm sorry, I'm not with you. Who's Carstairs?

He's the private detective your husband engaged to watch you and Tony.

My husband engaged?

Yes.

And Philip did know.

And now he's going to kill Tony.

Your husband?

But Tony's in hospital.

Didn't you know my husband is Philip Teasdale?

Mr. Teasdale?

Yes? There's somebody outside who says he must speak to you.

But he can't.

He's a police inspector.

I don't care who he is. He said unless you go out there, he'll come in here.

I'm sorry about this, sir, but... Sorry?

Do you realize I'm in the middle of an operation out there? Yes, sir, I do.

That's why I'm here.

I don't know how far you've gone with the operation, sir, but I think you'd

better stop it.

Don't be absurd.

Well, at least hand over to someone else.

In the first place, there's no one I can hand over to.

And in the second, I've no idea what this is all about.

Well, sir, I have reason to believe that the person is in danger.

I'll tell you what danger he's in if you don't let me get back there and straight

away. He'll die, I can guarantee that. And it won't be me who'll have to answer

for it.

It's up to you, Inspector.

Which do you prefer?

To keep me standing out here or let me get back and finish the job?

All right, sir.

But I'll have to be present.

How much longer will it take?

Not long now, do you think?

I'd have to relax.

Nothing can happen to him now.

The inspector will be watching every move my husband makes.

Right.

That's it.

Well, Inspector, aren't you going to congratulate me?

Not only is he alive, but he's probably in better condition than he has been for

years.

He's all right, Mrs. Sobber.

Hello, Liz.

Well, Inspector, there's not much point in your staying now, is there?

Oh, I wouldn't say that, sir.

But the patient's doing splendidly. You saw that for yourself.

Maybe, sir, but he's not the only person involved.

Oh.

Do you know a man called Carstairs, sir?

Felix Carstairs?

No, I don't think so.

You never engaged a man of that name to do some work for you?

No, I did not.

You're lying, Philip.

You're the proven liar, my dear. Not me.

I'm a surgeon who's just completed a highly successful operation.

But not quite in the way you intended.

Apart from being insolent, Inspector, you're wasting your time.

I don't think so, sir.

We thought we'd finish with Castor's van.

No fingerprints, no obvious clues, nothing.

So we let it go.

But when it went to the Breaker's yard this morning, it was a very different

story indeed.

Oh, thank you, Sergeant.

Regular box of tricks it was.

We found all sorts of things inside.

One of them was a portable tape recorder.

Built into the dash it was.

Tape was a bit soggy. We got into bits.

Still.

I think they're enough.

And murder.

Whoever mentioned murder.

Oh, now, look, you think the police wouldn't follow this up? I mean, a

coincidence is a coincidence, but this can't ever be proved.

Oh, I've got to hand it to you.

In front of an audience, it would be unthinkable.

And next time?

There will be no audience.

Enough, sir?

Yes, Inspector.

More than enough, I should say.

Your patient, sir.

No, Dr. Merrick.

Yours.

Well, off you go, Doctor.

Yes, sir.

He'll be all right this time, Mrs. Sober.

He really will.

Well, Liz.

Better keep these.

I don't think I shall be needing them anymore.

Shall we go, Inspector?