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Thank you very much.

Will you take this? And I'm sick of it. How much longer is this going to go on?

I don't know how to do anything else.

Then you'd better learn. And you'd better make some money somehow.

I will.

I will.

When? That's what I want to know. When? You'll see. I'll find a way. Maybe

today.

Oh, hello, Bob. My wife here? Yes, over there with your little blonde.

Hello, darling.

Oh, Bill.

Sorry I'm late. I got held up.

Oh, not my business, will you, Dee? I didn't take a job suddenly, if that's

what you mean. I'm much too old for that sort of thing.

Now, as a matter of fact, I waited for somebody who didn't come.

Hello, Edna.

Where did you two meet up this afternoon?

Oh, I called her and invited her.

You don't mind, do you, dear?

After all, we've known each other for years now.

In fact, I'll become a friend of the family if I'm not careful.

There, you've gotten her to talk.

But that's wonderful.

She's sat absorbed in that paper ever since she got here.

You want to know what's happening in the world?

Ask her.

What is happening in the world, Edna?

Well, here's a man robbed a woman. Got 22 francs.

Happens every day.

Yes, but he murdered her, too.

That's a poor return on his investment.

Well, when they let him go, send him around to me.

You'll get rid of my aunt the same way I'll give him a million francs. Oh,

Bill.

Don't say your aunt said no again.

Yes, and very firmly.

Have they told you about Mrs. Henderson?

Mm-hmm. I took the liberty, sir.

Oh, thank you.

And a martini sec for you.

Thanks. Everything all right otherwise?

What's Mrs. Henderson going to do with all her money?

She's going to give it to me.

Then why worry?

Because she lived to be 100, and that's too long.

I'll get rid of her for you. For a million francs?

Just for love.

Did you cut yourself, madam? No, no.

Bill, why don't you tell her now, this minute?

Yes, tell me, darling.

Don't you think this is a rather odd place to discuss a personal matter?

You don't have to shout it out, just say it soft and distinctly.

Helen, Edna and I... Edna and you think you love each other, is that it?

Yes, I'm afraid that's it.

And, um, would you like me to step out of the picture?

Not at all, darling.

You stay where you are, we'll step out.

How thoughtful.

I didn't want it to happen this way.

You could anything you like, Bill, as long as you pay.

Meaning what?

Meaning she'll let you go if you give her money.

I mean that and a good deal more, my pet.

We live entirely on credit, Bill and I. You must have guessed it by now.

You must have guessed how the credit and everything else revolves around that

aunt of his dying.

And if she takes too long, well, you'll get tired of waiting, Edna, and poor

Bill.

Well, I'll get along now.

Guess you two got quite a bit to think about.

Oh, yes, and...

In the meantime, Edna, you better just go along being a friend of a family,

huh?

Goodbye.

Bye.

You know,

Helen took it nicely, didn't she?

Nicely? What's so nice about demanding a fortune you haven't got?

I'll get it somehow.

I love you, Bill. I really do. But Helen was right about one thing.

If you don't do something soon, I can't wait. You understand that, don't you? I

understand only one thing. I can't lose you and I won't lose you.

Did you drop this, sir?

I don't think so.

Oh, yes, I guess I did.

You want another drink?

No, thanks.

Mind if I go?

No, if you must, you must.

Playing against yourself?

I just want to see if I can throw two aces.

And if you do?

The answer will be yes.

Yes to what?

Nothing important, just an idea.

Goodbye, darling.

Bye.

My glasses.

I can't see.

No, no.

I can't see.

What happened? She's dead. Someone killed her. Killed who? The old lady.

Look at my hands.

Yeah, idiot.

We'd planned a nice, simple robbery.

Chance to get your woman some money, and look what you've done. I didn't do it.

You think the police will believe that?

You'll wind up on the guillotine.

Don't let him do that.

All right, I'll make a bargain with you. You keep your mouth shut about my being

here, and I'll get you out of this mess. How?

Let him catch you, and then just sit tight.

I'll get you out of prison.

I'll have a hiding place waiting.

I'll never let that knife fall.

But I don't know you. How can I trust you? What else can you do?

I'm your only hope.

Come on, I'll take you home.

Edna.

Why did you want to meet me here?

There's no reason for you to be involved in this.

Did you hire that knife grinder?

The police might think so.

They could make it awkward for us. Oh, Bill, don't be so serious. I know it's

just luck.

And now you're rich and you can pay Helen off and you and I can... What'll

we do first?

It's not as easy as that, darling. You see...

As the will, and I suppose a decent period of mourning.

And Helen, of course, she has certain ideas.

We'll have to be careful for a while.

How long?

Just be patient, darling.

Look, I've got to meet Helen now. Helen, always Helen. I'd like to... It won't be

long, darling.

Might as well have left his name and address.

Who is that?

Mr. Kirby's.

That'll be enough.

Yes?

Mr. and Mrs. Kirby?

Yes. Inspector Maygrave, police this year.

Mr. Kirby, are you your aunt's heir?

I believe so, yes.

Do you happen to know of anyone who might have wanted to kill your aunt?

No one, no.

From what we've been told, it was the work of a burglar.

It was the work of a burglar, Mrs. Kirby, who took nothing.

Except two lives.

Take.

Joseph! Why don't you look where you're going?

What's the matter?

Nothing, nothing except you.

Here, let me have it.

You were going to do such big things. Now you can't even afford to buy

yourself a new pair of glasses. I'll get some. What with?

Oh, I'm wasting my... Why do you keep looking behind you all the time? You

can't see anything.

I was thinking.

You know, I still don't know how you lost your glasses.

I told you I fell down.

Till all hours of the night.

Where did you fall down? In a street. What street? I don't know.

Oh, you don't know anything.

I'll put it away. You can find your own way upstairs.

Hey, you.

Come on down here.

Who are you? I'm the police. Police?

Your name is Joseph Hatter.

I arrest you for the murder of Juliet Henderson and Elsie Cardo. I didn't do

it. You come along with me. Now?

Yes, right now. What'll I say to her?

You come along. You gotta help me. I can't see.

Yes, I know. I found your glasses.

Now where are you going?

I'm going with this man.

With him?

Why? I found his glasses.

Found my glasses.

You be careful.

Take him to headquarters.

How did you find your way back from St. Cloud without a pair of these?

I didn't kill anybody. Who gave you Mrs.

Henderson's address?

I didn't kill anybody.

Why won't you speak out? I've told you everything.

You told me that you broke into the house to rob Mrs. Henderson.

When you got there, you found her lying in a pool of blood. And that somebody

stepped on your glasses. I didn't see who it was.

How did you find your way back from St. Clair without your glasses?

You know what'll happen to you, don't you?

God? Who is your accomplice? I am God!

I'm sorry if my nagging got you into this trouble.

I didn't have anything to do with it. Didn't it make you try to steal?

Well, maybe, but that's all it did.

You didn't kill her, did you? No!

Then who did kill her? I didn't see who it was.

But I know there must have been someone with you, someone that helped you home.

Who was it?

I can't tell.

If you won't tell, then it was you that did it.

You alone.

God.

And just before the night fell, he started whining for his mother.

I begin to feel sorry I listened to you, McVeigh.

Supposing he slips through your fingers. I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Camelio.

And remember, I take no responsibility for this.

You realize your career's at stake. And a man's head.

Yes?

Dufour and Javier are following him. Right.

Morning, sir.

Is the canteen open yet?

When it opens, send me up some breakfast.

Thank you.

If he stays here, get a room near his. I'll phone McGreewith at all of you.

Paper paper get your afternoon paper paper them all latest edition paper

paper get your afternoon paper latest edition He's still

sleeping Yeah

Where are the papers

here they are

What did the morning paper say about the escape?

Only that he got away.

Chanvier?

Are you sure he didn't try to leave a note anywhere?

Positive. We never took our eyes off him. Didn't he seem to be looking for

someone? If he was, he didn't find him.

What about the... What?

What's the matter?

Listen to this letter printed in the safe lane.

A semi-official announcement was made in this morning's papers to the effect that

Joseph Hurtan, awaiting trial for murder by the same assizes, has escaped from

prison under inexplicable circumstances.

We are in a position to state that Joseph Hurtan did not escape. He was

made to escape. We are not in a position to give the details of the odious comedy

that was played last night.

But we are able to state that it was the police themselves who presided over this

pseudo-escape.

How could anyone know about it? It's not in here. Not in here. Nothing here.

Lucas, run down to the offices of the Seaflair. I want the original of this

letter. Right.

We've caught something.

I wonder what sort of an animal we've caught.

He's got nothing.

He's leaving the room.

Come along outside, but don't make a noise.

If he reads that, we're cooked. You go and get it.

Excuse me, that's my paper.

We'll get him at the bridge.

This is what I was afraid would happen.

This is what I thought would happen. This is what has happened.

How's Jean-Pierre? He's all right. I heard you brought him flowers. Think

he'd die? My wife sent him. He could have been killed.

I'm sorry it had to happen. I'm sorry the whole thing happened.

Every paper in Paris is screaming for investigation.

I've had 30 phone calls since I came in.

Think I haven't got superiors too?

What are they getting?

Phone calls.

If I don't lay my hands on the murderer, in ten days I'll hand in my resignation.

I'm afraid I'd have to accept course.

In other words, if you don't lay hands on Joseph Eartown... Lay hands on the

murderer. All right.

Let's leave it at that.

If there hadn't been a leak somewhere, I'd say take your time.

But this situation is driving me out of my mind.

Well, when you find something, let me know. That may be sooner than you think.

Have you got a lead?

I've got this piece of paper.

Where'd you get it? From the editor of the Seaflame.

Look at that.

It's too bad it's been handled by so many people. There's no sense in looking

for fingerprints.

No. What does it tell you?

Not a thing. What about you?

Well, I've studied it half the night.

The paper comes from the Deux Magots, Saint-Germain du Poids. Do you know the

place? Yeah, I know the place.

The writing was done with the left hand. Not by a left-handed person, but by

somebody who knows it all. Left-handed writing looks pretty much alike.

Intellectual... What was that?

Intellectual. The kind that speaks and writes seven different languages, you

know?

Of course, if I'm going to give you a portrait of him, it's not strictly

scientific. You go on.

Well, unless I'm mistaken, we're dealing with an extraordinary individual.

It's strange.

I find here a curious mixture of willpower and weakness, of coldness

and emotional capacity.

Man, sir, I think. Oh, yes, but I find traits here that are definitely

feminine.

Of course, I know this wouldn't be very convincing to an examining magistrate,

but just to say, I could have told you much more had he written with his right

hand.

Now, there are stains on that paper, though of course they might have come

from the linotype.

But that spot there, that is coffee.

In other words, this letter was written yesterday morning in the bar of the

Dermago by a polyglot customer who's probably drinking coffee. And who

probably has just committed a very rash act. That's right. It's not exactly the

sort I expected. Oh, you think it's her task to accomplish?

Tell me, what do you do when a girl writes you a love letter?

Oh, I never would read it. It would tell me far too much about her.

And besides, I never have received one anyway.

Thank you.

Salvation to my ecstasy.

Will it be? Beer.

I'm glad to see you've stopped mourning.

Oh, I'm still pretty sad.

Looks like I'll be losing my man as soon as the will's probated. I weep for you,

the walrus says.

I deeply sympathize.

With eyes and tears, she's stretched out both her eyes.

What's the matter, Bill?

Inspector?

Do you drop in here often?

I smoke a pipe.

Have a drink.

I got one.

I don't think I've noticed you here before.

By the way, are all those rumors true?

What rumors?

You know that the murderer...

Oh, there's nothing to worry about. It's a very pretty girl with your words.

Yes, she's very pretty.

She's not French, is she?

No, no, American.

Her name's Edna Warren.

Charming.

Yes, well, you'll excuse me.

Let's go.

Taxi!

I know.

Coffee and yogurt, 55 francs. Excuse me, bring me some caviar sandwiches.

Caviar sandwich, one.

Three.

Three caviar sandwiches, three.

And some vodka, too?

Yes, some vodka, too.

And some American cigarettes.

Just a moment, sir. Your check.

That'll be 300 for the caviar sandwiches, 40 francs vodka, 200

cigarettes, and what you had before. I'll pay you tomorrow.

You'll have to speak to the manager about that. Hey, Bob.

The fellow wants to come back tomorrow and pay his check. He's had the caviar

sandwiches, vodka, cigarettes. That's right. You have no money?

Just enough for the yogurt and coffee.

You live in a neighborhood who could send somebody with you. I have no money

at home.

Yet you order caviar.

Hey, George, get a policeman.

You sure you have no money?

I think that's what I said.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

This the one?

Yes. He orders caviar, vodka, and expensive cigarettes, and refuses to

pay. I have no money.

All right. Come along.

You work in this neighborhood?

What's up?

A man called Reddick being broken for you. I wonder what he has to say. What's

he done?

Eaten caviar, then couldn't pay. Only that?

The circumstances were odd.

Where'd he do it?

Damn, I go.

Brandon Reddick.

What about this her time business?

You're mixed up in it, aren't you?

The papers ought to let us do our own worrying.

I'm with you there.

You know what you're charged with?

What have you got to say?

Nothing at all. Where do you live? Have you any means of support?

You know you're liable to get 15 days for that. The sentence would be

suspended. You'd have to say it was a first offense.

Name Johan Radek, age 38, born in Brunn, father unknown, has lived in Berlin,

Mainz, Bonn and Hamburg, medical student, is that right?

Professor Grolet, whom you may have heard of, will tell you I was his best

pupil. Mother Elizabeth Radek died two years ago, employed as domestic servant.

How do you live?

I knew you were a policeman.

How do you live?

While she was alive, my mother used to send me enough money to study medicine.

Out of her wages as a servant?

I was her only son. She'd have done anything for me. Does that surprise you?

It was two years ago.

Since then?

Some relatives send me money from time to time.

And once in a while I get some translating to do.

What about the editor of the Sifflet?

I'm afraid I don't understand.

That's enough.

Take him out.

Keep him here tonight, let him go in the morning. I'll send a young fellow to

follow him, name of Jean Villiers.

And check this passport.

i don't like the look of that all right but what's this about the siffle i don't

know yet

It's that inspector about Radek. What? Oh, yes, delighted inspector.

What can I do for you this beautiful, beautiful morning? Very simple matter,

Professor Growley. I want some information about an ex-student of yours

called Johan Radek.

Uncanny, inspector. That's what was wrong with that young man.

Uncanny. Radek. Mind you, very intelligent.

Too intelligent, in point of fact.

Was he a good student?

He had a remarkable flair, inspector, for sensing the weakness of others. His

fellow students were afraid of him.

Come to think of it, so was I.

Do you know, he'd look at you for a moment or two and know everything that

was wrong with you. He'd meet a man, any man, a woman if you like, and he'd say

to them with delight, he'd say, you'll be dead within a year.

And believe it or not, within a year they'd be gone.

A sinister gift, Inspector.

I could have made a great doctor of him, but he was unbalanced. Do you know what

I mean? One moment burning with excitement, the next deflated.

Beg your pardon?

Well, out.

Yes, like a match. A sick man, Inspector.

What we call manic depressive.

Oh, manic.

This gift of diagnosis wasn't only medical, it was moral too. Not only

here, Inspector, but here as well.

Oh, I wouldn't want a gift like that. Oh, dear me, no.

Thank you very much, Professor.

Huh? Oh.

Thank you.

Open up!

He told me to come here.

Oh, my son.

Follow me.

You escaped, didn't you?

Yes, like you said.

I saved your life.

Yeah. Then why didn't you come straight here, as I told you? They were following

me. Why did you show yourself around the cafe?

I didn't think.

I'm sick of helping you.

It's better you'd be dead. I'll do anything you say.

Then stay here until I come to get you. And don't show yourself.

If the police get you, they'll tie your hands behind your back and cut your head

off. You want that? No.

You can help a man just so wrong.

After that, he's on his own.

Remember,

stay here.

Pardon me, are those Franks ready yet? Just calling, sir. Half a minute.

I'll be right back.

Bill, darling.

You look lovely.

I'm fed up with it.

I'm running away tonight. Tomorrow I'll... You won't go anywhere without

me.

I won't put up with her sarcasm.

Her nasty... Please stay until I go with you. Don't be an idiot.

Oh, how long will it be? First it's money, then it's... Darling, things are

nearly right. It won't be long now. Believe me.

Shh, look out.

You know why I like you, Edna.

Because you're the least subtle creature I know. I don't have to be subtle, dear.

Here you are, sir. Thank you.

Did you want to see me? Not unless you know a man called Raddick.

Raddick? Raddick? Yes, that's right.

I honestly never heard of him. Why? I just thought you might know him. No, but

you might ask... Hello.

Well... Did either of you ever hear of a man called... What is his name,

Inspector?

Johan Raddick.

Does he live here in the hotel?

He should be handsome with that name.

Perhaps you know him, darling. I know very few people. You'll forgive us,

won't you? We're off to a charity ball and we're late already.

Bye.

Yes, sir? You gave that man some money. I want the numbers of the notes. Oh, I'm

very much afraid, sir, that we couldn't... Very good, sir.

I just want the numbers of the notes.

K-423.

7-1-1-8-1.

7-1-1-9-1.

Raddick's inside.

Has he been here long?

Not very, no, but he's had seven yogurts. Does that make you feel hungry?

No, just the other way around.

Oh, Inspector.

Isn't it time we had a talk?

I've been thinking a great deal about you. I'm all ears.

I'm sure you are.

But not here.

Why not here? I'm taking my patronage somewhere else.

This morning when I came in, they expected me to pay in advance. Did you?

Yes. But things like that leave a bad taste in one's mouth.

Do you know the restaurant on the Eiffel Tower?

No. I go to the tower every day alone.

Now, perhaps the two of us can go.

Shall we have lunch together?

Cameo sandwiches and vodka?

Agreeable?

After you, Inspector.

Taxi! Taxi!

Keep the change.

It gives one a feeling of power like watching an anthill.

Don't you ever wonder how it feels to fall from so high up?

A man of courage could find out. What a brilliant gesture of contempt for human

weakness. If life ever becomes completely humiliating, I recommend a

leap from the top as an excellent means of leaving this best of all possible

worlds.

But not until after we've had lunch.

Your health, Inspector.

Don't think for a moment I'm throwing doubt on your professional capacity.

If in this case you understand less than nothing, it's only because right from

the start you've been working on falsified data.

And having gotten on the wrong track, everything was inevitably wrong.

And everything you'll find out will be wrong.

Right to the very end.

You can't make out what I'm up to, can you? It looks as though I were trying to

put my head under the guillotine. Here I am talking about the very subject in

which you're dying to get me involved.

But how can I be brought into it?

I've nothing to do with any of these people.

The most that could be said against me is that yesterday, Joseph Hurtin was

wandering around outside the Domego and seemed to be looking for me.

Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't.

But the fact remains that I left the place accompanied by a couple of

policemen. And what does that prove?

You know, you made a mistake letting Hurtin go before you got a conviction.

You may never get anybody else to take his place, and there's always the

possibility he'll get completely away.

Then you'd be stuck, wouldn't you?

Shall I help you, Inspector? Shall I give you the pretext you need in order

to arrest me?

There, 100,000 francs. Grand new notes, easily traced.

Have a good time. Trace them.

Or would you prefer to arrest me?

Or perhaps best of all, wouldn't you like to start all over again?

Say, at the Henderson house.

That's what I'd do if I were you and had just heard what you've heard.

I think I'd go out there this afternoon and go over those false tracks again.

Who knows what I might find?

Listen, son.

I will start all over again.

I might find out how long ago you came into the picture.

Hello, Mr. Kirby. This is your friend.

What do you want?

I've just heard the police are reopening their investigation into your aunt's

death. Yes, starting tomorrow.

They're going over the house again with a fine-tooth comb.

And this time, they'll find the knife. I left it there somewhere.

Where?

Where? Who is it?

No, I can't remember where, but it has my fingerprints on it.

And when they find it, it'll lead them directly to me. Then from me to you,

you'll have to get it. Me?

I can't.

Yes, go out there this afternoon, now.

It's the last chance you'll have.

It's your neck, Mr. Kirby.

Who was that?

Was Helen, wasn't it?

Bill.

What did she say? What is she trying to do now?

Nothing. It wasn't her.

Bill, whatever she said, whatever you're going to do, don't do it.

I can handle her.

Bill!

K-4-2-3-7-1-1-8-1. K-4-2-3-7-1-1-8-1. Souvenir's

postcard? I don't want to get killed.

Take four, two, three, seven, one, one, eight, one.

Seven, one, one, eight, one.

Hey!

Sound clue. I'll tell you the house when I get there.

Did somebody send you?

Yes.

Who was it?

He phoned.

He phoned, he phoned, who phoned?

Was it the man you paid to kill your aunt?

Yes. Or was it a man called Raddick?

No.

Who was it?

Hello! You here again?

The overstuffed bloodhound, my friend McGray. Sit down.

Listen to some of this.

I've been curious to know what you've been doing without me since lunchtime.

I went to Sanku.

I went to Sanku.

You never waste a word, do you? I'll be just as direct. What did you find at

Sanku? A corpse.

Yes, William Kirby.

A witness for the state.

Too bad.

He leaves quite a legacy. And two beautiful women.

I wonder what will become of them. They hate each other so much.

Here's to their health.

What do you know about Kirby?

Look over there.

I've invited him to join me several times, but he still insists that he

doesn't know me.

My civil servant's mentality, isn't it?

What about Kirby?

Ah, that's a question.

But first, I want him to join us.

Maybe between the two of you, you can keep up with me. Call him over.

Sit down.

What's your name?

Jean-Pierre.

Jean-Pierre, huh?

He's got a great future.

Champagne for my two.

cousins. It'll clear their brains.

I want beer.

I'm afraid we don't serve beer, sir.

Oh, well, I'll look everywhere, of course.

Javier, it's too bad you didn't follow me this afternoon.

It's not true, Chief. I never lost sight of him for a second.

And still, Kirby is dead.

Inspector, are you going to try to connect me with Kirby's death? I hope

you do try. I'd like to bring Javier in as a witness.

I'd like to bring you in as a witness. How would you explain Kirby's death? You

were there.

You'd have to prove it was suicide.

Oh, so it was suicide, huh?

Then maybe he did it because you were there.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

It's a bad time you're having.

Will you put down a nine? I put down a ten.

Will you play a jack? I'll play a queen.

Will you play the king? I'll play the ace. The ace of trumps and the game will

be over.

You know who that ace is?

Hurton! Yes, Hurton!

You'll never find him. He got away.

Well, he's gone. And you don't know where.

But maybe I do.

Have you thought where that puts you?

Have you?

Depressive being surrounded by such ignorance.

Mrs. Henderson dies, Kirby dies.

Women tell you nothing.

Her time is lost like your job.

And you understand nothing.

It's depressing.

I'll go somewhere else.

Drink some more, you brainless slave.

I think in a little while, her time will be dead.

You feel any better? No.

That's all in a night's work.

I don't remember anything after.

Did I say anything I shouldn't? Probably.

What time is it?

It's eight o'clock. Time to go to work.

Work?

Yeah, I want you to stay sober today.

I want you to visit Radek's mother.

Don't confuse me. Radek's mother is dead.

That's been investigated and it isn't true. She's alive and somber in Paris. I

want you to find her.

What do you want me to say to her when I do? Listen to what she has to say.

All right.

What are you going to do? I must call my wife.

When I stay out all night, she develops a certain curiosity.

What are you going to do after that? I got a couple of things to do. Hello!

Police. Police!

Police!

Sorry,

madam.

Excuse me, police this year.

Have you got a customer here by the name of Radek?

I beg your pardon?

R-A-D-E-K, Juan Radek, check.

No, no one by that name, I'm quite sure. You've got a customer here who uses the

initials M-V.

M-V? M for Margaret, V for Vera.

That may be, but it'll take some time to look it up. We should hurry up about it.

This is the 16th post office I've been to this morning.

So now you know how I got the money.

That's right. Of course, it was childishly simple from Kirby to me.

But was it Kirby himself who mailed the letter?

Don't you think it might have been Mrs. Kirby? Have you got something to tell

me?

Nothing special.

How's our old friend Jean Vier?

Tell me, Raddick.

What exactly do you want with me? Why, I only came along for a talk.

What'll happen to Hurtin?

The guillotine.

If you catch him again.

What makes you think we haven't got it? The police aren't infallible. You should

know that.

We know where he is. Not according to Jeanier.

And drunken men usually tell the truth.

All right, then. We don't know where he is. Now, that's very interesting,

Inspector. That puts everything in quite a different light. It's all child's play

now.

Let's talk about Kirby's funeral, his nice, rich funeral. And then Mrs. Kirby

will be there in black, so attractive and so full of hate.

Isn't it wonderful the way women can poison one another's minds? It wouldn't

surprise me if they were each other's throats before long.

Tell me, Inspector, do you really think he shot himself?

I've just broken into Radek's mother's place.

I found her tan.

He was strung up from the rafters.

Uh-huh.

You better come over as soon as you can.

All right.

Thank you.

Now, uh, what are you saying about the two women?

Life is complicated, isn't it, Inspector?

You had the misfortune for once in your life to get an idea in your head and try

to see it through.

A sudden flash of genius.

But genius is like anything else, Inspector. You have to start young.

And to think that your career is at stake, a spotless record. You might have

been promoted.

How do you explain the suicide of that rich young man?

Really, Inspector, if I were in your place, I'd try to create a diversion.

I'd arrest someone of no importance.

Someone like Radek, whose mother was a servant at Broome.

But then that wouldn't do any good, would it?

You'd still have Hurtas' fingerprints and Hurtas' footprints.

And then there's Kirby, who shot himself when you reopened the investigation.

You have to go through those two to get to me.

And you haven't got either of them. So you can't touch me.

You listen and you never hear anything.

That's your trouble.

In the future, I'll be following you.

It's a pleasure to see you, Inspector.

I was afraid you'd given up, and there's so much to interest you. The two women,

for instance.

You mustn't lose sight of me, of course, but do you think they're safe,

Inspector?

You'll never understand, instructor, but I told you so at the start.

You listen and watch, but you're no match for me.

So come on, McGree.

Let's stay together and enjoy ourselves. Who knows what tomorrow may bring?

It's full of pretty girls here.

And of course, I'll pay.

It's getting about time here. I'm sure the telephone's been connected.

Into your costumes, girls.

Next show in five minutes. Agreed.

Come on.

Taxi!

Are you ready to admit you're groping in the dark?

Shall I give you further proof?

Cabbie, to the Fellview Hotel in Grinnell.

You've been here before, Inspector.

While Hertha slept.

Wait for me.

It gets more and more complicated, doesn't it?

Go to Saint-Claude, please.

Shall we follow her?

Perhaps she'll lead us right to the scene of the crime.

Well,

here's Mrs. Kirby.

Aren't you going to see what she does?

I've told you a hundred times you'll never understand anything.

I'll tell you again, you... You may be making a mistake,

Inspector. Just imagine.

Suppose they find another corpse in there in the morning.

Aren't you interested in knowing what she's carrying? Look here, Raddick,

shall we go and take a look?

If we put our heads together, we should be able to understand everything. Don't

you think so? Or would you rather not?

Or are you afraid of finding a corpse in there? You said something about a corpse

just now.

Now that's a pack of nonsense.

Whose could it be?

Mrs. Henderson's dead and buried. Her maid's dead and buried.

William Kirby's dead and buried.

Mrs. Kirby just left in a taxi, so she's alive enough. Shows if her time.

Nobody knows where Josaphat is, but he's a possibility.

Edna Warren, she went in the house and she hasn't come out yet. I'll come with

you. Good.

And now we can walk right in and make ourselves at home.

The man who killed Mrs.

Henderson had a pretty easy job.

Two sleeping women, no concierge, no dogs.

Nothing at all to worry about.

Come on.

But you know, Raddick, you were quite right about the corpse. That would be a

nasty surprise.

You heard of Mr. Comelio, the examining magistrate? A man who can make himself

very nasty when he wants to.

And I'm in the doghouse already for having let Kirby kill himself.

You see, I was more or less there at the time.

In fact, he's fed up with the whole business. Another corpse, indeed. There

would be a hullabaloo.

And I should be properly in the soup for having let Mrs. Kirby walk off like that

without even finding out what she was carrying.

As for you, how could you be implicated?

You haven't been out of my sight the whole evening. In fact, for the last

week. We spent a great deal of time together.

Haven't we?

By the way, there's one thing I'd like to know.

Am I following you or are you following me?

Come in, buddy, come in. You aren't squeamish, are you? I don't suppose it

makes any difference... I don't suppose it makes any difference to you

that a couple of women were knifed to death in the place.

Ah, by the way, we never found that knife.

Hertown was supposed to have thrown it on the river as he went away, but you

know... I'm not so sure.

In fact, I've come to the conclusion that it might, after all, have been

hidden here.

What was Mrs. Kirby carrying just now?

You see what I'm getting at?

Something about a foot long. Wouldn't that be just about the size of a good

dagger?

Oh, you're quite right, Rennick, you're quite right. This case is getting more

and more complex. Complicated all the time.

Hello, what's this?

Footprints? We'd better follow these. We might even find out what Mrs. Kirby came

for.

Who could have won that clock?

Five o'clock already. It must be getting daylight.

So it is.

Those steps seem to be leading to that closet.

Wait a minute.

What about that corpse of yours?

Supposing it's there.

We'd better be careful.

Never mind, we've got to face fat sooner or later.

You'd better open it.

Go on, open it.

Is this the man? Yeah, he's the one that was with me. He planned the burglary?

Yeah, he said he'd help me make some money for Gisela. And they... And you

swear to that in court? Yeah.

You murdered them. They wanted me to die for what you've done.

I'll kill you. Hey, he's no good to us dead.

We've got to bring him into court safe and sound. I don't want to lose my job.

And I want to save your neck.

Lucas, you may take this young lady home.

Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Warren. You know who this man is.

He wrote me and told me to come here. Was he the one?

Yes. He wrote to both you and Mrs. Kirby, telling you first to go to the

Bellevue.

Then both of you to come here.

He thought you might harm each other.

He forgot one simple thing the police might intercept as mail.

Uh, Mr. Camillo.

Can we go now?

Oh, yes. Thank you, Miss Warren.

You played your part well.

Okay, Mario may gray I've got her town No We can prove his

innocence Well, I've got the murderer too. His name's radic. Are edk is a

check. We're bringing him in No, we can prove everything in court

What?

That's it! That's it! Hurry! Hurry!

Go get the guard. We'll use the other side.

No, no, no. Police. Yeah.

Thank you.

Keep following, McGray! Keep following!

Far enough, McGray!

Watch now!

You'll see me below!

Stop!

Javier!

Help Roddick down!

Okay! We go down.

You won't follow me now, McGree.