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Oh my god.

What are you doing here?

Huey, come on down. Mr. Forsyth, breakfast ready.

Breakfast ready, Mr. Ramskew.

Ah, pretty June. I like a pretty June.

Morning, Auntie Bee. Morning, Huey. Come and sit down.

Top of the morning.

The birds are singing.

Where are they, dear?

Ah, pretty June.

Did you wash your face, dear?

Pretty June.

I wash your face?

You must wash properly in the morning, Huey. To please your Auntie Bee, eh? I

like to please Auntie Bee. I wash after about two weeks.

Well, move up to the table then.

Oh, do you want to be pushed? I'd like to be pushed.

A great big chap like you.

Oh, look at your nice jacket. What have you been up to?

I tore it. Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Borsak. Good morning, Huey. I hope I'm not late for breakfast.

I see. You've never been late for a meal in the whole ten years you've been

lodging here.

Look, I tore it.

Oh, dear me, yes.

How did that happen?

Greenhill, far away.

Greenhill? Part of a hymn we learned together.

Maybe, but there aren't many greenhills in these parts.

And last night it must have been close on midnight when he came in.

When will Boyd tell me what he does?

Secret.

Auntie Bee!

Have you seen the paper? Have you seen it? No, I haven't, Mrs Willis. I've no

time for the paper till I've finished with breakfast.

What's up?

It's Jenny.

You know, Curly's daughter.

Got herself done in.

Strangulated. Here, see for yourself.

Murdered and gashed.

Oh, gave me quite a turn.

I wouldn't say no to a cup of tea.

Got me glasses.

Read out what it says, Mr Forsyth.

If you insist.

Terror struck last night when the body of a young girl was found murdered in

Blackton Docks.

It was identified as Jenny Latham, daughter of Mr Curley Latham, landlord

of the Anchor Public House, close to the scene of the crime.

Morning. Morning.

The sun is shining, all's well with the world, and what's for breakfast, Auntie

V? Oh, Mr.

Ramsgill, there's some terrible news.

Terrible news for breakfast?

In the paper, Mr. Ramsgill, in the paper.

Oh, I see, teacher.

I wish you wouldn't call me teacher.

Many years ago, I was a schoolmaster.

I no longer refer to it. Man with a shady past, eh? Really, Mr. Ramsgill, I

must protest.

Oh, I'm sorry, old man, just my little joke.

Well, what's it all about? Let's have a look-see.

Thank you.

Ah, yes.

The Honorable Cynthia Bellows was married yesterday to Captain Clarence

Latterday. In a colourful ceremony. Is that the bit? Of course it isn't. The

murder, Mr.

Ramsgill. Murder?

Ah, yes. Here we are.

Jenny Latham.

Curly's daughter.

The anchor.

Waterfront Street.

That's where I go for lunch every day.

Proper friend, Curly.

The girl's body was found last night among the debris of Old Queen's dock.

The body was severely lacerated. No weapon has yet been found.

The police believe the killer could have caused the injuries with broken glass.

Broken glass?

That's what it says, old love.

Ah, kippers.

I'd like to get my hands on the chap what done it. I'd teach him a thing or

two. Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.

I will repay.

That may be, but something should be done in the meantime.

Now, Huey, put that thing away and go and get me a scuttle of coal from the

backyard. There's a good boy.

Get me hands, Black.

Well, you can wash them.

Mr. Roundskill, I'm going to get a scuttle of coal.

Watch. I'm watching.

I wonder who done it.

Perhaps the answer to that lies in the character of this girl, Jenny Latham.

Her character?

Perhaps she was a Jezebel.

A what?

A sinner.

Not Jenny. She was a nice girl.

Curly never let her out unless he knew where she was going.

That's as may be.

Still, there was no call to murder her, whatever she was.

Poor Curly. He thought the world of that girl of his.

Thanks, Huey.

Oh, look at those pretty ferns. I've got my hands black, see? Never mind. It can

give them a good scrubbing.

Oh,

not on your clothes, Huey.

You were kind to give him that mouth organ. It's the most wonderful thing

he's ever had. He won't be parted from it for a moment.

I'd like to see the boy happy. Yes, but you're out all day.

It gets a bit monotonous.

Will you be going out this morning, Mr Forsythe?

Yes, I think I'll go for a short stroll.

Down to the waterfront?

Revisiting the scene of the crime?

Your flippancy is extremely ill-placed, Mr Ramsgall.

Oh, dear me.

Have a day careless of me.

I'm so sorry.

Pretty bits like flowers.

Bright and shiny.

You give those to me.

Go and wash your hands.

Mind you, I've heard things about Jenny Latham. If I thought my Lily was

carrying on that way, I wouldn't half give her something.

But Lily wasn't brought up to be flighty. Well, it's nearly quarter past.

Talking to you lovely ladies is all very well. They won't keep the wheels of

industry turning, will they? And they rely on yours truly, you know. Why don't

you pop in and see us one evening, Mr. Ramsgill?

Lily's always asking after you. The pleasure will be all mine. Lily, don't

play fast and loose with chaps.

Fast is all right.

It's, er, loose that does it.

It's high time Lily found a man.

I keep telling her I was expecting my second when I was her age.

I'd better keep an eye on my lad, or he'll be up there washing himself all

day.

Mum and Dad watch at the shop.

Can't he open up the place on his own for once?

Lily?

He's not gone to work yet.

He's in his room.

I don't want him to think I'm hanging around.

How many more times do I have to tell you?

You've got to show him you like him, or how else will he ever know?

Well, go on. What are you waiting for?

Morning, Lily.

Morning, Charlie.

Bit early to be paying a call, isn't it?

I've got a surprise for you, Charlie.

I'm late for work, Lily.

Oh, take a moment.

They've altered me.

Oh? You look the same to me.

I mean my hours at the factory.

I shan't be working Saturdays anymore.

I've always dreamed of having Saturdays off like you.

Well, you know me, Lily. I'm so fagged out by the end of the week, I spend most

of the time in bed.

I hardly ever go out in the evenings.

No, I don't, you don't. Early to bed, early to rise, that's me.

Not early enough this morning, though.

You do go to bed early for a young chap.

That's why I was surprised.

Surprised? I saw you.

What are you talking about, Lily?

Last night.

Oh, um, after 11.

I was coming home on the bus.

I was in bed by 10.

Oh, Charlie, I could have sworn it was you.

You must be careful what you say, Lily.

I didn't mean anything.

No, I know.

But last night, you know what happened.

You mean about Jenny?

Oh, Charlie.

Even if I had seen you, I would never... No, I know.

But you can't be too careful.

I made a silly mistake.

I'll say no more about it.

Not to you, not to anybody.

That's the ticket.

Hello, Healy.

Top of the morning, Lily.

Well, I'm off.

Oh, Charlie, when do I see you?

I'm coming over to your place real soon. I promised your mum.

It's nippy out. You should take two gloves in this weather.

Gloves? I never wear them. Hot-blooded Charlie, that's me. I'll come to the bus

stop with you.

Oh, I'll darn that boy when he come in.

You going to help old Mr Turpin in his garden? Ah, bread and cheese money.

We're closed.

Police officers.

Mr. Latham.

You'd better come inside.

Mr. Latham, this is Superintendent Allen. He's in charge of the case. Did

you get him yet?

It's a bit early for that, I'm afraid.

We hope you'll be able to help us. Of course I'll help you. It's possible she

was killed by someone she knew.

Someone who knew her movements.

Did Jenny go to the pictures last night? Yes, yes.

Alone? She said nothing to me about going with anyone.

Do you have any boyfriends?

No one steady.

Imagine slashing her like that with a piece of broken glass.

Why? Why?

Whoever done it must have been mad. Must have been a raven lunatic.

Take your mind back to yesterday, Mr. Latham. Jenny worked here in the bar?

Yes. Did you notice her talking to anyone in particular, saying she was

going to the pictures?

Someone who might know she'd take that shortcut home.

Think carefully, Mr. Latham. Take your time.

Come in.

Hello, Lily.

Hello, Auntie B.

I just popped in on my way home from work.

Auntie B, may I have a word with you?

Of course, dear.

Well, come on, out with it. Something about you and Charlie Ramsgill, eh?

No.

Auntie B, you mustn't take this amiss.

Take what amiss, Lily?

People are talking about last night, about Jenny and the murder, I mean.

They're... They're saying that somebody's done it who's... Not quite

normal.

They're mentioning Huey's name.

Huey?

Oh, no.

Evening, Aunty Bea.

Evening, Lily.

Anything to eat? I didn't have any lunch today. The anchor was closed.

Anything wrong?

Lily was saying that people are thinking that...

Huey might have had something to do with Jenny's murder.

How could they, Mr.

Rapskill? How could they?

You know Huey.

Why, he bursts into tears if he sees a dog in pain.

He wouldn't harm anyone.

Well, I know that, Auntie Bea. We all know it.

But people aren't talking. I've heard them myself.

Quite honestly, it would be best if you kept him indoors a couple of days.

Until they catch you did it.

No, I won't.

I've lived in this town all my life. And if the people don't trust me and mine, I

don't care what they do.

Huey?

Huey?

Peter? Please.

Anything for the young lady?

Well, seeing as she's here, bring her a cup.

Well, for crying out loud, look who's come in.

Why shouldn't he?

Far me as he is, you'd think he'd have enough sense not to come in here.

Come again?

Haven't you heard what they're all saying? They say he's the one who did

Jenny in, of course.

Look, you must be careful what you say.

You can get yourself into trouble saying anything like that.

Oh, it's not me.

Didn't you know he was... Morning, Carly.

Bread and cheese.

Got any money?

Huh?

Lots.

What's this?

Pretty bets.

What do you do with these bits of stuff?

Come on, what do you do with them? What do you do with them?

You're crazy.

Come on, what do you do with them?

Come on, come on. What do you do with them? What do you do with them? What are

you doing? Leave the boy alone.

You mind your own business.

Here, look at this.

Ask him what he's doing with that.

Look, it's like a razor. Leave him alone.

Leave him alone.

He could be the one that did my girl in.

Call the police. Call the police.

Now, what's all the fuss? What?

He's the one that did this. Look at that.

Ask him what he's doing with that. He's crazy. He's crazy. Cool off and take it

quietly.

Come on, son.

What's your name? Where do you live?

Why should Curly attack him? I'm just coming to that.

It appears that when the lad goes to pay for his bread and cheese, he pulls from

his pocket, along with the money, a lot of pieces of broken china.

Well, Curly couples this up with the fact that the boy's a bit balmy, accuses

him of killing his daughter, and goes for him.

Could there be anything in it?

I don't know.

I had a chat with the lad afterwards.

He seems a gentle sort of boy. Wouldn't harm a fly.

You never know with these mental cases, do you? No.

Put a tail on it

I know it's been four days, sir.

Yes, I've heard the gossip.

No. No real evidence at all.

I see.

Well, of course, that's up to you, sir.

The chief constable says if there are no developments in the next 24 hours, he's

calling in the yard.

Superintendent Allen's office.

Sergeant Briggs for you, sir.

Yes, Briggs.

I have Hugh Roddis under observation, sir.

He's just about where we found the body.

Yes, I can see him from the phone box.

He's searching in the muck and rubbish, picking up bits of glass and china.

Oh, he's leaving now, sir.

All right. Keep him under observation.

Right, sir.

Yet ye say the way of the Lord is not equal?

Hear now, O house of Israel.

When a righteous man turneth away from his righteousness, and committeth

iniquity, and dieth in them, for his iniquity that he hath done, shall he

die. You have to be careful. Hey, teacher.

I know, Israel.

I've been there.

Of course you do, Huey.

Sing him now. I like singing.

I know you do, dear. But not tonight. Time for bed. Come along now.

Murderer. Maybe they're still outside.

No, there's not a sign of them. It's raining cats and dogs. We ought to

inform the police. No.

What a thing to happen.

Well, there's no bones broken anyway.

Look, I'll put something up at the window to stop the rain coming in.

Rain's nice.

You can put your mouth up like this and the water comes in.

I'm going out. No, dear. Bed.

I'm going to Israel.

Not tonight.

You leave those alone.

Sorry I spoke harshly, dear, but where do you go nights?

What are you doing that you can't tell me?

Secret present for Auntie Bea.

If you won't tell me, you won't.

Go to bed, then.

I'll bed first.

I'll see him out.

There. That should hold till the morning. Thanks, Mr. Ramskill. I don't

know what I'd do without you.

I really am worried. The things folks are saying about Huey.

He wouldn't harm a fly.

Well, of course he wouldn't.

Though some of the things he does, I don't understand at all.

Like what, for instance?

Well, remember when Mr. Forsyth broke the butter dish?

Yes. I put the pieces in the waste paper basket.

Huey must have taken them.

Because when I went to empty it, they'd gone.

Said in the paper that the...

Murderer used broken glass on Ginny.

If the police knew... Look, you know my advice?

Forget the whole thing.

The police don't know that Huey collects bits of broken glass.

And I won't tell them. I heard how you stood up for him in the pub. It was kind

of you.

All pulled together, eh?

Well, I'll put this where he can't find it.

Hey, don't mind your fingers.

Wait a minute.

Here.

What a night.

I've lived in this town all my life. I respected folk and they respected me.

I never thought I'd see the time when someone would throw a brick through my

front window.

What you need, old love, is a good night's rest.

I'd like to give the folks round here a piece of my mind.

They don't understand. Now, come on off the bed.

I think I'll sit the fire out.

Look, do I have to carry you up the stairs?

That'll be a sight, no mistake.

Oh, Mr. Ramske, what now? Don't you worry, I'll see. No, don't let anyone

in.

Is this where Hughie Rodgers lives?

That's right.

Police officers will come in if you don't mind.

You must be the boy's aunt.

A bit late to be paying calls, isn't it? We won't keep you many minutes.

This is Detective Sergeant Gray. I'm Superintendent Allen.

Detectives? Well, you can clear up this mystery for a start.

Deliver it through the window.

When did this happen?

Oh, a few moments ago.

My name's Ramsgill, by the way. Charlie Ramsgill. Did you see who it was?

Not a sign of them. I don't know what this town's coming to.

That's a bad business.

We know, of course, there's a lot of talk in town about your nephew. Wild

accusations, if you like. Still, we have to check up.

Where's the boy now? In bed, that's where.

Yes, he went up a few moments ago.

Unless he's flown out of the window.

Well, I suppose we'd better see him.

This time of night? Wake him up?

We don't want to do that.

But why don't you pop upstairs and see? If he's asleep, I'll stretch a point and

come back in the morning. How's that?

Well, that's the only way I can get any rest myself.

Do sit down, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Can I get you anything?

No, thank you.

Look here, sir.

I think I'd better come clean, as they say.

I mean, there's something about holding back evidence, isn't there?

It's certainly wiser to tell everything you know.

Wasn't there something about the girl being cut with something sharp and

jagged, like broken glass or china?

Yes, that's so.

Well, it's something his aunt told me.

Of course, I shouldn't repeat this, really, but, well, with the police, it's

different.

Go on, Mr. Ramsgall.

Well, she said that she found that Huey had taken some broken glass from the

waste paper basket.

When was this?

I think she said on the morning before the murder.

Safe and sound?

You'll have to come back tomorrow.

All right.

Better collect that brick, Sergeant.

Right, sir.

Has your nephew any hobbies, things he might collect?

Broken glass, for instance.

Curly Latham told us he had some in his pockets this morning.

And this afternoon, Huey was seen on that rubbish dump where Jenny's body was

found. There's a lot of broken glass there, too.

Well, that doesn't prove anything.

Look, if you saw Huey, you know he's not the type to be mixed up in murder. And

that's the truth.

Look, why not get it over with, Auntie Bea?

Let the officers talk to Huey tonight.

No. You said you wouldn't. I think we'd better hold the lad down.

First on the left, top of the stairs. No.

No. Don't go up.

The boy is not in his room, is he?

How did he get out?

I don't know. I saw him go upstairs myself.

So did I, not 15 minutes ago.

Oh, wait a minute.

We were in the kitchen, aren't we?

He could have slipped out by the front door.

Or the window, Mr. Ramsgill.

Tell me what's going on.

Oh, Mr.

Forsyth, you haven't seen Huey?

I know.

Not since I saw him safely to his room.

Well, we can't stay here talking. He's got to be found.

I wish you'd been honest with me.

Good night, sir. Good night. Good night.

Whatever's the matter?

Who are those men?

Those were policemen.

Huey's gone.

He got out.

And I lied about it. My little fib.

You didn't mean any harm.

I've got to find Huey. Find him before they do.

Yes. Yes, that's right.

We'd all better go and look for him. You too, Mr Forsyth.

Oh, well, perhaps I'd better stay here in case he comes back. He may need

something hot. It's a raw night.

No, he'll be more use out than in.

He's always gone a couple of hours. I'll take the north end of the town. Yes,

that's right. And you go towards the station. I'll take the docks. Well, come

on, both of you.

We'll find him, don't worry.

Worry? I'm at my wits' end.

That's it. Off you go.

I see you've been here this evening.

Looking for something, lady?

What kept you? I'm freezing to death.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Well, where are we going?

In there.

What? In there?

Well, why not?

It's locked, isn't it?

Now, you wait. Come on.

My country cottage.

You are a one.

You pleased to see me?

What do you think?

Can't stay long. My folks'd have a fit if they knew.

But they're not going to know, are they?

Builder? No builder.

You're a fast worker, I must say.

Oh, come on.

No.

What have you got these funny gloves on for?

Don't you like them?

No.

Take them off.

Shh. Quiet.

What? Someone's coming.

So what?

I didn't think you wanted to be seen with me.

I should think so too, carrying on like that.

I'm sorry.

You know I'm crazy about you.

Are you?

You know I am.

You can kiss me if you want to.

You do kiss in a funny way.

Is that the best you can do?

He looks as though he'd been in a fight.

Huey fights?

Never.

Huey, who did this to you?

Who did you meet?

A couple of pals.

Where did you find him?

We just got back, and there he was.

Any idea where he's been? No.

And the best place for him now, by the looks of it, is bed.

Not here, I'm afraid.

You're not taking him? Come on, son.

You found him?

Thank God for that.

You must be prepared for a shock, all of you.

About half an hour ago, the body of another girl was found.

Not murdered?

I'm afraid so.

A girl named Gwen Foley.

I can't believe it. Where?

In the park, north of town.

But why should Huey have anything to do with it?

We'll see. Come along, old lad. We're going for a little drive.

Going out? That's right. No, leave him be. Don't be too upset. We won't harm

him. Nothing to be scared of, old love. It's only a formality. Yes, that's it.

What are you looking for, Hughie?

My bargain.

I think we can't wait to find it now.

My bargain. Don't worry, dear. We'll find it and bring it to you.

I'm not going.

Now, Hughie, you don't want to miss a nice car ride, do you?

I'll bring it to you.

Promise? Yes.

Yes, I promise.

You got a coat?

It isn't there.

Did you put your Mac on when you went out this evening, Hughie?

I don't remember.

I don't think you can have.

His clothes seem very wet. Oh, perhaps he took it off, left it somewhere.

I'll lend him mine.

He's never spent a night out of this house.

We just hope he'll be able to help us.

Well,

there's only one thing for all of us.

Bed. Straight away, pronto.

Yes.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Hansel. Good night.

If anything happens to Huey, I won't want to live anymore.

I'll lock up.

Oh, it's you, sir.

The others have gone to bed.

I was just looking up.

Well, as a matter of fact, it's you I want to talk to.

Me? Do you mind if I come in?

No, why not?

Have a pew.

In the ordinary way, I'd have waited till morning, but between you and me, I

find I think more clearly at night.

Oh, consider me off duty, will you? Do you mind if I smoke?

A cigarette?

Thank you.

I take it you haven't been in this part of the country long.

That's right.

Good. I'm looking for someone without local prejudice. Someone who has an

objective view on Huey Roddett.

Well, anything I can do to help.

Cooperative Charlie, that's me.

Thank you.

Well, frankly, what do you think?

Well, it's his collecting bits of glass and stuff.

And then this evening.

I mean, his being out the night of the first murder might be coincidence.

But the second time... Yes, it makes you think.

Until this evening, I'd have sworn he couldn't have touched Jenny. As a matter

of fact, I told Curly that. Yes, so I heard.

But now you're divided between your loyalty to Huey and your suspicions.

Yes, you could put it that way.

Of course, to a lot of people in this town, Huey's the only possible suspect.

He's a half-witted lad living in a queer world of his own and with peculiar

habits.

Suspicion's one thing proves another.

Quite.

Any clues?

Nothing I can get my hands on.

What about the raincoat?

You eat it?

Well, he must have left it somewhere.

I mean, isn't it possible he wore it so he wouldn't get blood on his clothes?

Then he'd have to get rid of it. Yes.

You're quite a detective, aren't you?

What beats me, though, is the motive. I mean, why?

Well, the only thing one has to go on is the pattern of similar cases.

It's a disease of the mind.

You like something very much, but secretly you're afraid of it, so you

destroy it.

In this case, girls.

Funny bloke who's afraid of girls.

It's more common than you may imagine, Mr. Ramsgill.

Well, I'll take my girls the ordinary way, if you don't mind.

I'm the steady, faithful type.

I'm glad to hear it.

Well, it's quite true.

As a matter of fact, I'm thinking of settling down with a girl up the street,

Lily Willis.

Oh, well, that's fine.

Congratulations.

Oh, one more thing. When you went out to look for Huey tonight, where did you go?

Where did yours truly go?

Yes.

Down to the old dock. That's where he usually goes, isn't it?

See anyone there?

Not a soul. Not even a constable?

What?

Oh, him.

Yes, I saw him. I thought you meant an ordinary person.

Did you speak to him?

No, he was on the other side.

Yes, I see.

Is this yours?

Is what mine?

This pipe.

Oh, that? No, that's not mine. That's Mr.

Forsythe's. Unusual design, don't you think?

Yes, very.

Well, I must let you get to bed.

You've been most helpful.

Have I?

Yes, you've given me something to go on.

What did I say?

Well, about the raincoat, for instance.

I'll let myself out.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Good morning, sir.

We found how he got in.

Look. Any prints?

No, sir, but it's too wet.

How about inside?

No, sir.

Afraid whoever it was wore gloves.

Any sign of a Macintosh?

No, sir. Should there be? Shouldn't be surprised.

Man's dark blue raincoat.

Well, it's certainly not inside the shed.

How about footprints?

Footprints? Well, we've taken a few casts, but I'm afraid the ground's

pretty well broken up.

Sir, there's a hole in that tree. I found this in it.

And this was in the pocket, sir.

That must be what the boy was looking for.

That just about winds it up, sir.

Could be.

Hello. Hello.

Where shall we go?

I don't mind.

You've made me ever so happy, Charlie. Really, you have.

For a long time, I didn't think you cared about me at all.

Undemonstrative Charlie, that's me.

I soon change all that.

My, you're a shy one and no mistake.

I'll make you a good wife, Charlie.

Really, I will.

I want everybody to know about us.

Me too, Lily.

Me too.

Take me out tonight to celebrate.

Sure, why not?

Pick up about 7.30.

Pictures? Yeah, fine.

Goodbye, Superintendent.

Goodbye. And thanks for being so kind to Huey.

Hello, Mr.

Ranskill.

Huey? Yes, they've just brought him back.

What a nice surprise.

I've got a surprise, surprise for him to be.

You've had quite enough excitement for one day, Huey.

Let's have your boots off, then up you go.

And keep him there the way things are.

Things? A lot of people in this town are going to be surprised and angry when the

news gets out that I haven't arrested Huey, Mr.

Ramsgill. Oh, and thanks for the loan of your coat. Oh, thank you very much.

You found Huey's?

Not a trace of it.

Well, I just popped in to give my face a lick and a promise.

A fellow's got to look pretty natty for his best girl, eh?

If you'll excuse me, sir.

Well, I mustn't overstay my welcome.

Sing him.

Not tonight, son. You get to bed. Ah, barren.

I'll bring him up a bite to eat directly.

I'm not going out no more.

No, sir, not anymore.

Now, remember, keep him indoors.

If he goes out again, I can't answer for the consequences. You stay with him.

I'll stay with him, never fear.

And thanks.

Thanks for bringing him home. Goodbye.

What's this? They've let him go. They've let that daft idiot loose.

See what it says? Police not yet in a position to make an arrest.

We all know he did it.

We're not going to get away with this.

You go and get John Garry.

We'll be curly.

How do I look, Auntie Bee?

Oh, very smart.

You're a dark horse, and no mistake.

Planning to marry Lily and never saying a word about it to your old Auntie Bee.

Inspirational, Charlie, that's me.

I was surprised when that detective chap told me.

Granted, she set a cap at him, I said.

But he didn't seem to give her much encouragement.

And what did he say?

Nothing much.

He seemed to be more interested in who wore gloves.

Auntie Bee, forgive me for coming in like this, but there's something I think

you should know.

What is it?

It's Curly again.

What about Curly?

The words out that the police let Huey go.

Well, that ought to satisfy him. Well, I'm afraid it hasn't.

He's calling a meeting at the pub right now to protest, to brand Huey as a

murderer. No one's going to say that about my boy.

Not anymore.

Who's to stop him?

Mr. Forsythe!

Can you come down, quick?

I'm so glad to hear about you, my Lily.

I'm sure she'll make you a wonderful wife.

What's the matter?

The folks in this town, Mr.

Forsythe, they want to see Huey in jail, and worse.

Oh, dear me, dear me.

But what can we do?

We can all go down to the pub and give them a piece of our minds. That's what

we can do.

But what can we say?

Well, you're the one to decide that, teacher.

Of course, the one who'd really tell them would be Aunty Bea. No, I'm staying

here with Hughie.

Well, he's certainly oughtn't to be left alone.

Perhaps if I... Oh, no.

It needs you to talk educated, teacher. It needs Aunty Bea to talk common sense.

I'll stay with the lad.

Oh, no.

You should go, Mrs. Willis.

You're a regular she-devil when you lose your temper.

Oh. Well, it's very kind of you, I'm sure.

Oh, wait a minute.

There's only one person who ought to stay, yours truly.

I'm terrible at speeches.

Bashful Charlie, that's me. What do you say, Auntie Bee?

Well, if you promise not to leave Huey alone... Cross my heart.

All right, then.

Let's get it over with.

Huey! Huey!

Come on down, will you?

I want to talk to you.

Hello, Mr.

Ranskill.

Where's Auntie B?

She's gone out, Huey.

Out?

Do you want to go out, Huey?

Where are your boots?

By the fire.

But I mustn't put them on. Auntie B said not.

Oh, it's all right, Huey.

Auntie B won't mind.

Come and sit down.

I'll put them on for you.

There, sit.

Here we are. In you go.

You can go to Israel, can't you, Huey?

Israel? Yes, that's right.

You've got the Lord's work to do, haven't you? Ah, Lord's work.

Present for Auntie Bea.

You know that old shed in the park?

Huh? Well, just by it, there's an old tree.

And in the tree, there's a coat.

Your coat.

And do you know what's in the pocket?

What? Your mouth organ.

I lost it.

That's right.

Well, you can go and find it and bring it back, can't you?

Up you go, then.

Auntie Belle will be angry if I go out.

Suppose she never knew.

Suppose you went up to your room and locked the door.

There's a wall underneath your window.

A wall, remember?

Well, you can reach it, and then you can jump to the ground. Ah, I've done it

before. Yes.

Come on, then. Off you go.

And you can add these to your collection.

I've finished.

I don't want to go out.

You don't want to?

The Lord will be angry.

The Lord won't be angry. I've finished it.

Finished?

Finished what?

Work with pretty bits. I brought it home.

Work? Here?

I want to see it.

Where have you hidden it?

Secret. Tell me where you've hidden it. I didn't seek.

Tell me where you've hidden it. Catch me with the rascal.

No blast you. Tell me where you hid it.

shouting about huey and i were having a game i heard about the meeting i knew

you'd be on your own so i thought is he upstairs i thought we'd be cozier here

even better than at the pictures charlie i'm so happy ever since

that first day i ever saw you i said to myself that's the chat for you lily

willis i thought the same about you lily we wasted an awful lot of time

Do you know something?

You've never even kissed me.

I wish you would.

It'd be like a sort of seal between us.

There.

Wasn't much of a kiss, Charlie.

Maybe I'm out of practice.

There'd be lots of time for kissing, anyway.

That's true.

I'm out of cigarettes.

Where are we going to live, Charlie?

Live?

Well, I suppose we'll have to live here for a bit.

There'll be some rearranging to do.

We'll have to put a double bedding, won't we?

I'll take care of you, Charlie.

I'll look after your things.

Where do these go?

Come here.

Give those to me.

Charlie, whatever's the matter?

I'm a bit edgy, Lily.

It's overwork. I'm sorry.

Isn't there a saying something about all work, no play?

Come on.

Give us a kiss. We'll say no more about it.

All right, if that's what you want.

You don't want to. I do want to.

No need to shout.

I'm not shouting.

I had hoped that perhaps you'd tell me you love me.

I thought that...

Arranging to get married was sort of romantic.

I love you, Lily. How's that?

You're hurting me, Charlie. You want me to hold you, don't you? Not that way.

Sometimes I... I don't think I quite understand you, Charlie.

It's like you're... you're two different people.

It's your imagination, Lily. Come on, let's be friends.

Being friends isn't proper love, Charlie.

I don't believe you love me at all.

It's as though there's something else on your mind all the time.

I think you just say you want to marry me.

What makes you say that?

The way you're treating me now.

Snapping at me.

Just the way you did when I thought I'd seen you that night. That either Jenny

was... It's as though... As though you're trying to cover something up,

Charlie. Something you don't want anybody else to find out.

Oh, nonsense, Lily.

No, Charlie.

I'm going.

Don't go, Lily.

I wouldn't like you to go now.

Let me go, Charlie.

Please let me go!

What are you doing with those gloves?

You don't wear gloves.

Handsome, aren't they?

It was your soul that night.

You did it.

That's right, Lily.

You tried to put the blame on Huey.

Oh!

Oh, my God!

I had to do it, Lily.

I couldn't help it.

Don't hurt me, Charlie.

Let me go.

Oh, please.

Please let me go.

I'll say whatever you like, Charlie.

I'll tell them we're going to be married, Charlie.

I'll say anything, honey.

Please don't hurt me.

Why did you come down here?

Why didn't you leave me alone?

I'm done with you.

Not now.

There has always been a decent town with decent people.

A town where our womenfolk could go around in safety, unmolested. But now,

two innocent young women have been murdered.

There's a dangerous lunatic in our midst.

We all know his name.

Yes, the police know his name, but what do they do about him? Nothing. You ought

to be ashamed of yourself, John Gary. You've known the lad for 20 years.

He's no murderer, and you know it.

He's a maniac.

Something like this was bound to happen sooner or later, and now it's happened.

Twice.

See who that is over there? It's the boy's aunt.

Well, if the local authorities had known their job, this boy would have been put

behind bars years ago.

But I told you to stay with the boy.

Well, if the local police won't do anything about it, we'll go over their

heads.

And if that's no good, there are other ways of saying that justice is done.

Mr. Ramsgill, Auntie Bea's coming back.

Huey, do you want a present?

Quick, put these on.

Surprise Auntie Bea.

Huey, what are you doing with those gloves?

I thought you said you'd left Mr. Ramsgill with them. So I did.

Radio for an ambulance and a doctor and send Briggs in.

If you'd stayed in as you promised, this would never

have happened.

You wait outside.

Well, breath your gloves.

In there.

I'm sorry, but Mr. Ranskill promised he'd stay with Hughie. I don't think Mr.

Ranskill will be very far away.

Hello.

What's the matter? You promised you'd stay with Hughie. So I did. Then Lily

came round for a cup of tea and I went out to get some milk. Why?

Lily's dead.

Dead? I shouldn't go in there if I were you.

Lily.

You and your harmless boy is a bloody murderer. Easy now.

And the thing I stuck up for him, that's a laugh, isn't it?

I reported it, sir.

All right, take Huey out to the car.

Let's have those gloves.

He couldn't have known what he was doing.

Come on, old son. He couldn't. We're going for a ride.

That's right.

We're going for a ride.

Huey. What exactly happened, Mr. Ramsgill? Like I told you.

Oh, this is terrible.

I should never have left him.

Lily came round.

I went to the corner for some milk.

She said she'd look after him. I heard her calling up the stairs.

Are these gloves Hughie's? No. He never wore anything like that.

I've never seen them before.

Well, I have.

Why lie about it?

Where have you seen them? Here. The night Gwen was killed. Hughie must have

left them. You saw them yourself.

What sort of gloves did Hughie wear?

Old woollen ones.

These. I was mending them when the brick came through the window.

And you've had them ever since?

Yes. Look, if it's evidence you want, why bother about his gloves?

What about his coat?

You found that?

We've searched pretty thoroughly.

You don't know that part of town, do you?

What part of town?

Where Gwen Foley was murdered.

Why should I know it?

Anyway, there must have been other places you haven't looked.

For instance?

Well, I don't know.

In an old house.

There aren't any old houses.

Well, in a hollow tree, then.

Possible. Well, aren't there any old sheds or huts or anything?

Yes, there is one there.

Well, what about in there?

Well, the door's locked.

Maybe there's a hole in the roof.

No, it's quite sound.

Or one of the boards.

It may be loose.

A loose board at the side, you mean?

Yes.

Or by the lock.

That's right.

What do you mean, that's right?

There is a loose board by the lock and Huey's coat was found in a hollow tree.

You found it?

You mean that proves that Huey did it? I don't think Huey was wearing his coat

that night.

Don't think he was anywhere near that hut. There's no trace of his

fingerprints. Whoever was there was wearing gloves. These gloves, Mr.

Ramsgill.

The doctor's here, sir.

This way, please.

Where do you keep the milk?

In the larder, but I don't see... Would you go and see if there isn't any?

Of course there is. I always take two bottles every morning.

Why did you go out for milk?

Well, Ramsgill, would you like to make a statement?

Me?

What have I got to make a statement about?

Quite a lot, I should think.

How these gloves came to be lying about after Huey had been taken in for

questioning. The bottle of milk. The shed in the park.

And when I said Lily was dead, what made you think she was in your room? You made

straight for it.

All right, Ramsgill.

I'm going to take you down to the station where you'll be formally charged

with the willful murder of Jenny Latham and Gwen Foley. And I warn you... I've

never heard such a lot of bull in my life.

While you're about it, why don't you charge me with killing Lily Willis?

I'm glad to say I can't do that, Ramsgill.

You see, Lilly isn't dead.

Lilly! Lilly!

All right, take him out of the car and send Huey in.

Lilly!

Lilly!

Lilly!

Mr. Ramsgill.

I can't believe it.

Hello.

Mr. Ramsgill's going for a ride.

It's large work.

So that's what he was doing with the broken china?

Pretty much.

Done nothing wrong?

No, dear, no.

You're going to stay here with me, always.

And thanks.

Thanks for the lovely present.