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Miss Catherine Riddle.

Thank you.

For Miss Cathy. I'll take them.

Overlay from young Mr. Jensen.

Good morning, Anna.

Morning.

Isn't he sweet?

We'll put them on the piano.

We have enough flowers for the party already.

Ah, but my fiancé's flowers are special.

He's not your fiancé yet.

Tonight only makes it official.

Oh, Anna, promise me you're not going to wear that long face the whole day.

I'll wear it any way I like.

At least try to look pleased that I'm getting engaged.

I've told you already how I feel about it.

Anna, I'm 21.

You're not my governess anymore.

Maybe you still need one.

What have you got against Bob? I have nothing against him. Then why all the

fuss? Because I know you're making a mistake.

Well, what do you know about him?

He's an engineer.

He was born in England.

He's been living in Canada.

He's 30 years old.

And another thing I know is that I love him. Love.

I'm afraid that's the only word for it in the dictionary.

Well, I call it romantic childishness. You were so thrilled at being allowed to

visit Canada by yourself that you felt that you... Oh, Anna, this isn't

something I've made up in my mind.

I just happened to meet Bob there, and I just happened to fall in love with him.

I told your father. I warned him. You're just annoyed because for the first time

in my life, I didn't run to you for advice before doing anything.

That has nothing to do with it. Besides, you already had a nice young man in

Derek Arnold.

Derek's a dear friend, but I'm not in love with him. He thought you were.

Maybe I thought so myself once, but I didn't tell him that.

Still, I do think that you... Oh, Anna, Father approves of Bob. Why can't you?

Oh, what's that about me?

Good morning, Father.

Good morning, dear.

Sounded like a little argument.

Oh, Anna's trying to be the death of the party.

I was just saying that I think she's too young to know her own mind yet. Well, I

suppose I ought to be neutral, but I'm afraid I don't agree, Anna. Oh, you're

worse than she is.

That must be Bob.

Good morning, Mr. Jensen.

Morning, Hawkins.

Hello. Hello, darling.

How are you? Fine.

Darling, thank you for the flowers.

Oh, I'm glad you like them. I adored them.

Morning, Sir Thomas.

Well, Bob.

Well, how are you settling into your cottage?

Well, very nicely, I think. Come, I want to show you all the stuff for the party.

Mountains of food. Oh, I want nothing to drink. Oh, excuse us.

They make a fine pair, don't they?

Kathy. Hello, Derek. How nice to see you. I'm so glad you're staying for the

weekend.

It won't be easy.

In about six months' time, you'll be happily married to some other girl and

wondering what you ever saw in me.

Sure.

In any case, Kathy, I wish you all the best.

Thank you.

We'll be back on Tuesday.

Hello, Derek.

I think you'll find quite a number of people you know here. Thanks.

Good evening, John.

Hello, Mr Beckett. Hello, Cathy.

Sir Thomas. So glad you could make it.

A family solicitor. I wouldn't have missed this for worlds.

I wish you and Bob the best of everything, Cathy.

Thanks. Oh, I'm so sorry. You must forgive me.

You said this party was an open house affair, so I took the liberty of

bringing someone along with me. Of course.

It's Mr Henry Curran, Sir Thomas Riddle, and his daughter, Cathy.

I hope I'm not gate-crashing to your home. Not at all. You're very welcome,

sir. As a matter of fact, I only met Mr Curran myself today for the first time.

I was in the bank and happened, nosy lawyer that I am, to glance at a cheque

that he was signing and dashed if the name didn't hit me right between the

eyes. Oh, Mr Beckett. No, no.

I think Sir Thompson Cathy have a right to know who you are. I'm sorry.

Should I know the name?

Well, you would if you were in my profession.

Mr Curran is one of the most famous insurance investigators in the world.

Oh, really?

I'm afraid Mr. Beckett is very kindly exaggerating my importance. Not a bit.

Why, his private investigations have saved our insurance companies millions

of pounds.

It sounds like fascinating work.

Believe me, it's far more pedestrian than it sounds.

Are you here in Hartford on a case?

No, just a holiday.

Some friends of mine told me this was just the place for a quiet vacation, so

I took their advice.

I hope you like it here. Very much. Have a very nice room at the hotel.

Oh, darling.

You know Mr. Beckett, of course.

Hello, Bob.

Congratulations. Thanks very much. And this is Mr. Henry Curran, my fiancé, Bob

Jensen. How do you do, Mr. Curran? How do you do?

Well, if you'll excuse me, we've got some rather thirsty guests at this

party. I think we'll join the party, too.

Let's do.

We'll be with you in a minute.

I thought for a moment he seemed to know Bob.

Seemed to know him?

Oh, surely he'd have said something if he did.

Well,

if you'll excuse me.

Oh, thank heavens for you, darling. I thought that woman would never stop

telling funny stories.

It's a lovely party, isn't it? Yes, there are far too many people.

Look, do you think we can go into the study and have a quick drink together?

Lovely. Yes, well, look, I'll go and get some drinks and join you there in a

minute. All right. Darling?

Yes, what? Do you know Mr.

Curran? Oh, you mean the chap who came with Beckett? No, I've never seen him

before in my life. Why?

Oh, no reason.

Ah, Corkin, just the man I wanted to see. Thank you. Mr. Jensen, I've been

simply dying to talk to you all evening. Such wonderful news about you and Kathy.

Oh, thank you very much. Kathy was telling me that you're an engineer.

Yes, I am. Billy, my youngest boy. Billy? I have four children. Billy wants

to be an engineer when he grows up. He's ten now, and I thought you might give

him some advice. He's such an exceptionally sensitive child, and I do

feel it's most important that a sensitive child should take up... Kathy,

congratulations. Oh, thank you very much.

Hello, Cathy. Hello, Derek.

Are you positive about this? I'm absolutely certain it was him.

I couldn't possibly forget his face.

Good Lord.

Forget whose face, Mr Curran?

Oh, Cathy.

You were talking about Bob, weren't you?

Well... I thought you acted a bit strangely when I introduced you to Bob,

Mr Curran.

I'd be grateful if you'd tell me what's bothering you.

It'll have to come out sooner or later.

Come out? What?

Katia, I think it would be best if we called your father in here. If it's

about Bob, it's my concern only.

Now, I'd be glad if you'd tell me what all this is about.

Perhaps you'd better.

Mr. Curran has seen your fiancée before.

Oh, where?

In Brazil, Rio de Janeiro.

Oh, is that all?

Well, there's no need to act so mysteriously about it.

Bob once worked in Rio, he told me.

I'm sure he just didn't remember you.

I don't think he would.

I saw him at a police identification parade.

Miss Riddle, how long have you known Mr.

Jensen?

That is the name he's using now, isn't it?

The name he's using?

Mr. Curran believes it isn't his real one.

But of course it's his name.

I'm more interested in finding out how long you've known him. Three months.

We met on a plane. I was returning from visiting in Montreal and he was on his

way to London.

We sat next to each other and got talking.

Has he told you much about himself?

Well, I don't know that you could call it much.

What was he doing in London? Looking for a job. He's an engineer.

Did he find a job?

Well, no. He's waiting on something at the moment and staying here in Hartford

till it comes up.

Where does he live?

Just down the road.

He's taken a cottage there.

If you don't mind me asking, what does he live on?

He has private means.

What private means?

Well, really, this is absolute impertinence.

Surely it's Bob's own business.

Yes, of course. Forgive me.

Perhaps you'd better tell Cathy what you've just told me. It would help

clarify matters.

Yes, I wish you would, Mr Curran.

I'm sorry to have brought this matter up, Miss Riddle.

As you know, I'm an insurance investigator.

About five years ago, I was sent to Rio by an insurance firm in London to check

up on some stolen jewels that they'd insured.

The jewels had belonged to a young South American heiress.

Their loss was only discovered shortly after the girl had committed what was

officially presumed to be suicide.

How do you mean presumed to be?

The circumstances of the death were such as to suggest murder to the police.

But they could never prove it.

What has all of this to do with Bob?

The dead girl was his fiancée.

What? The engagement had been broken off only shortly before her death.

But Bob was never engaged before.

Did he ever tell you that?

I refuse to stay here and listen to all of this.

Believe me, Miss Riddle, the man who now called himself Bob Jensen was definitely

engaged to the girl.

In fact, when it was discovered that her jewels were missing, he was arrested and

held for a while in suspicion.

I can't believe it.

I'm afraid it's true, though the jewels weren't actually found in his

possession. Surely that proves he was innocent.

No.

You see, he left Rio shortly after he was released.

The jewels turned up eventually with a fence in Peru.

Jensen passed through there on his way up north.

Later on, the fence confessed that he'd bought the jewels from an Englishman.

whose description matched that of your fiancée. It's all a coincidence.

You'd better tell her the rest.

I'm afraid there's more, Cathy.

More?

You'd better tell me.

Two years later, Jensen, he was calling himself Simpson then, turned up in

Mexico. He once worked there.

Well, at least he admits to his presence in the country.

Go on, what happened?

Almost the same situation.

Wealthy girl.

Broken engagement, suicide and stolen jewels.

You can't tell me Bob was engaged to her as well.

We have positive proof.

It's not true.

I didn't go to Mexico on this case, Miss Riddle. The accused man's photographs

were sent through to our London office.

It was the same man.

Once again, the police were inclined to suspect robbery and murder.

But they couldn't get enough evidence to convict him.

They felt so strongly about it, they advised Jensen to leave the country

immediately. It can't be, Bob.

Miss Riddle, insurance companies are like banks.

They're extremely cautious.

An investigation extremely thorough.

Yes, I know, but... I know what a shock this must have been to you, but let me

assure you.

The man I saw in Rio, the man in the photograph, the man you introduced me to

tonight are one and the same person. I don't believe it. I can't make you.

Cathy, you must realize that Mr. Curran has only told you this for your own

good. That's why I suggested your father... No, I forbid you to fill his

head with all this nonsense.

I don't want to be cruel.

In my long experience in this business, I've found jewel thieves to be the most

gracious and charming people alive.

That's how they work their way into people's confidence.

I feel that what Mr. Curran is saying is especially apt in your circumstances,

Cathy. Why in my circumstances?

Your mother's jewels.

Oh?

Cathy's late mother owned a magnificent and most expensive collection of

jewelry. Sir Thomas has given them to Cathy as an engagement present.

Where are they now?

In London, being appraised and photographed by the insurance company.

I've been handling the matter as the family solicitor.

I see.

So the pattern's being repeated.

There is no pattern. Kathy. There isn't. I don't believe a word of it.

Kathy, what reason would Mr. Curran have for lying to you?

I'm not accusing him of lying. He's just making a mistake.

Maybe those other things did happen, but it doesn't mean to say the man was Bob.

But Bob even admits working in those places.

As an engineer.

Still, Mr.

Curran has positively identified him. I don't care.

Let me say this.

I believe it's the same man.

Well, I don't. Yes, I know.

I want you to feel free to consult me if your suspicions are ever aroused.

I need never have any suspicions about Bob.

Has he ever said anything or shown any undue interest about these jewels you're

about to receive?

None whatsoever.

Does he know you're going to get them?

Father did tell him, but Bob's never mentioned them since.

If ever he does, I'd like to hear about it.

I've been after this man for years.

Someday I'd like to catch him and put him where he belongs.

I don't think that day will ever come, Mr Curran.

So when I saw how easily he'd mended that zipper of mere 0.10, I said to my

husband, Morris, I said, Morris, Billy's going to be an engineer.

That's very nice, Mrs. Price.

Now, if you'll excuse me. And do you know what my husband said?

I think Mrs.

Price would like a drink. Yes, ma'am. He said, well, it takes an engineer to mend

a zipper.

Oh, Mr. Jensen.

Hi, Derek.

Enjoying yourself?

Oh, yes, it's wonderful.

Good. Well, excuse me, please. Going to have a quiet little tete-a-tete with

your one and only?

Yeah, something like that.

You want to tell Cathy the facts of the case?

What case?

Mustn't hold anything back from the girl you're going to marry.

Oh, Derek, you're drunk.

With unrequited love.

Come on, chap, you've just got to... What happened? What happened?

Bob!

Your lip!

Oh, it's all right. Derek!

Sorry, my fault.

Drunk.

Too much gin.

Come in.

Not in bed yet.

I'm just going, Father. Well, and what's it feel like to be engaged, eh?

Fine. Wonderful.

I thought the party went off very well. It was a pity about that unfortunate

business between Derek and Bob.

Derek shouldn't drink so much, you know.

Father, what do you think of Bob?

Why, think of him?

I like him very much.

Very much indeed.

Do you really mean that? Of course.

What's wrong, Kathy?

Nothing.

Kathy, have you and Bob had a row?

No. Well, don't tell me you're getting tired of him already.

No. I love him. I love him very much.

Good night, darling.

Hello, Derek. You're up early.

Cathy, about last night... Oh, just forget about it, Derek.

I really am sorry.

It's all right.

Thanks.

What are you doing today?

Shopping. Bob's driving me into town. I'm meeting him at his cottage.

Oh.

Well, I guess I'll just go for a walk.

See you later?

Yes, all right.

Kathy. Oh, good morning, Anna. I'd like a word with you. Oh, I'm going out. I'm

meeting Bob and I'm late as it is. But it's rather important.

Oh, not just now. Couldn't I keep till later? Bye-bye.

Hello, Bob. Hello, darling.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Oh, I thought I was the one that was late. However, since it's the first day

of our engagement, we're both forgiven.

Here, pick me a tie. Which one?

What about this one?

Yeah, she's quite a nice old friend. Here, you can try him.

That's nice.

Thank you.

I saw Derek this morning.

He apologized again about last night. Oh, well, I know he didn't mean it.

Bob? Mm-hmm?

Am I the first girl you were ever engaged to? Yes.

The one and only. Why?

Oh, I was just wondering.

I suppose you met a lot of nice girls in South America.

Oh, yes. Dozens of them.

But none like you.

But you didn't know me then.

Well, I must have anticipated you then.

Did you like living in those Latin American countries?

Yes, I loved it.

Brazil and Mexico are wonderful places.

Why did you leave?

Well, it's an inquisition.

I just wanted to know.

Oh, I suppose I just got restless, that's all.

But you had good jobs in both countries.

Oh, I had no complaints there, but I just felt I wanted to move on.

Why?

Well, as I say, restlessness.

Here, have you got a lot of shopping to do?

As a bride-to-be, I have to dress the part.

You're going to look wonderful in all those jewels.

Jewels? The ones your father's giving you.

When are they coming back from the Vanduurs in London?

Tomorrow.

Why are you so interested?

Well, I'm interested in everything about my fiancée.

Shall we go?

Thank you.

Why, Miss Riddle. I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mr Curran. Oh, no, not

at all. Please come in. Thank you.

This is an unexpected pleasure.

I can't tell you how much I enjoyed your party.

Do sit down.

Thank you.

I can't stay very long, so I'll come right to the point.

Mr Curran, I've been thinking a lot about what you said last night.

Believe me, I'm sorry to have upset you so much.

No, I quite understand.

I must say, I'm concerned about you.

Then you haven't changed your mind. You still think it's Bob.

I'm more certain of it than ever.

And you?

I still can't believe it.

Bob insists he was never engaged before.

I wouldn't doubt he'd say that. Those women you say committed suicide, what

were they like?

Quite beautiful, both of them.

And pursued by all the eligible wealthy men in their respective countries.

Then why did they fall in love with this man?

He's quite a spellbinder.

Yet the engagements were broken off before each girl died. Yes.

Did it ever come out why?

No. It was all the more reason for the police to believe they were broken off

deliberately.

To provide a motive for the suicide.

And then the jewels were stolen?

Yes. But if all he wanted was the jewelry, why did he have to kill the

girls? That is, if he did kill them.

Probably because in both cases the jewels were kept in the girls' room.

I don't understand.

Couldn't they have been taken when the girls weren't there?

Not without great difficulty.

But you see, he could get into the room when the girls were there.

In both instances, the jewels weren't missed until some days after the

supposed suicides.

That gave the murderer a chance to dispose of the jewels.

I'm quite sure that's why the police couldn't pin the crimes onto him. But it

couldn't be, Bob.

It's not like him.

If you don't think so, why have you come to see me?

Today, he mentioned the jewels my father's giving me.

It came out casually, of course, but it was just the way he said it.

So now you're worried, too.

I'm not.

Just that, well, I'm curious about those affairs he's supposed to have had in

Mexico and Brazil.

Mr. Riddle, I'd like to help you.

Thank you, Mr. Curran.

But I still don't think I need any help.

I'd better be going.

If your fiancé shows any more interest in these jewels, undue interest, you'll

be wise to get in touch with me again.

I doubt if it'll be necessary.

For your sake, I hope not.

Goodbye, Mr Curran. Goodbye.

Beautiful, aren't they?

They're magnificent, Sir Thomas.

So much so that the insurance company raised your premiums.

They're worth it.

You know, I've wanted Cathy to have these ever since her mother died.

Well, the papers are in order. All you have to do is sign them. Hello, Cathy.

Hello, Mr Beckett.

Oh, they're here.

What do you think of them?

Oh, they're lovely. You like them?

Yes.

Well, try them on.

They're yours now, you know.

Oh, thank you, Father.

Good morning, sir.

Hello, Hawkins. Is Miss Cathy at home? You'll find her in the drawing room,

sir.

That necklace shows to advantage on you, Cathy. Indeed it does.

Well, what do you think of it?

Well, I must say it's beautiful.

Thank you.

And she has some spares here.

Well, you know, these must be worth a fortune. About 30,000 pounds.

Well, it doesn't surprise me.

You seem to know something about jewellery, Bob.

Oh, not much. A friend of mine ran a jewellery shop in Rio. He taught me a

bit about diamonds, but of course I'm no expert. Well, now they belong to Cathy.

Do you mean to say you're keeping these here?

Yes. Well, you probably want an army of night watchmen to look after them. I've

got a safe in the study.

That'll be night watchman enough.

Do you mean to say you're keeping 30,000 pounds worth of jewellery in just an

ordinary little safe?

But this is only a small village, Bob. Everybody knows everybody.

And in any case, there's very little crime around here.

Well, I hope you're right. Besides, they're all covered by insurance, aren't

they, John? Oh, yes, of course.

Well, Kelly, shall we go for that drive, darling?

Just got to go up to my room for my coat.

Yes, ma'am. I'd better be getting along, too.

Well, thanks for all you've done. Not at all. Glad you've been of service.

I won't be long.

I'll wait for you down here.

I must say, these are beautiful ones.

Well,

goodbye, Cathy.

Goodbye, Mr. Beckett.

Hello?

Hello,

Miss Riddle.

I'm phoning because the jewels have arrived.

Bob's here and he seems curious that we're keeping them in the house without

a watchman.

I see.

I don't know what to do. That probably means he'll strike sooner than I'd

anticipated. He hasn't tried to break our engagement or anything like that.

Where are the jewels to be kept?

In the wall safe, in the study.

At night, the study will be empty.

For once, he can operate without killing. He won't do anything like that.

I know he won't.

I'm trying to convince you.

And yourself?

All right. And myself.

Well, there's no harm in taking certain precautions.

What precautions?

I've got a plan. Now, look here. Will you try it? Just for your own peace of

mind.

Is there anything else I can get you, Miss Cathy?

No, thank you, Hawkins.

Has everybody gone to bed?

Yes, Miss.

Well, I think I'll sit up and read for a while. You can go to bed now. I'll put

out the lights.

Thank you.

Good night, Miss. Good night, Hawkins.

Thank you.

Now, Miss Riddle, just where is this wall safe?

I'll show you.

It's behind this picture.

I see.

I hope I'm doing the right thing.

I can assure you, Miss Riddle, it's the best way.

I'll stay in here all night.

If anyone tries to go near that safe, I'll grab him.

But suppose nothing happens.

In that case, with your permission, I'll return here every night until we're both

sure that nobody's going to try and take those jewels.

Is there anything I can do, Mr Curran? No, you get off to bed. I'll be all

right in here.

Believe me, Mr Riddle, it's for the best.

You go and get your beauty sleep.

Good night.

It's all right, darling.

It's all right now.

I knew something like this would happen.

I just knew it.

When are they going to come out and tell us something?

But what was Curran doing here?

I'll let him in. Why?

He was looking for Jensen, I expect.

No, it's not true.

It is, Cathy. Now, stop kidding yourself.

I was outside the study door at the party. I heard what Curran told you.

Told her?

Cathy, what was Curran up to?

You're using your phone to call headquarters, sir. I hope you don't

mind.

Now, can you tell me what was in the safe?

Some very valuable jewelry.

Could you give me the name of the victim?

Curran. Henry Curran, I think.

Curran. I understand he was a well-known insurance investigator.

He was down here on holiday.

Was he living in the house?

No, at the hotel.

Now, who found the body?

My daughter.

Tell me, how did he come to be in there?

Kathy, I think you better tell us the whole story.

Now, if you know anything, Miss Riddle, I'll tell you what Karen was doing in

there. Derek!

Kathy, you can't go on protecting that man.

He's a murderer. He isn't, he isn't. I won't believe it.

Now, who is this we're talking about?

Bob Jensen.

The fair-haired fellow down the road.

Yes. Karen recognized him. He was involved in some jewel robberies in

South America.

What? Father, it isn't... True. Mr. Curran must have been making a mistake.

Happy he wasn't making a mistake. Look at what's happened. They're sending an

inspector and some lab men over right away, Sergeant. Good.

Do you know this cottage down the road, Constable? Yes. Well, a man named Jensen

made it there. If he is, I want you to bring him back here right away. Right,

Sergeant.

Now, I think you better all tell me everything you know.

Mr. Jensen!

Mr.

Jensen!

Gone, sir.

But he must be there.

No sign of a car, either.

Did he tell you he was going away, Miss Riddle?

No, he didn't, because he hasn't gone away.

What about his clothes?

Seems to have left in quite a hurry, sir.

Right. Get on the phone and put out a general call right away.

Police proceeding towards London.

And that's the story as far as I know it, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'll take over in here now. Will you keep your eye on them outside?

All right, sir.

How much longer do we have to wait in here, Sergeant?

It won't be long now, Miss Ronald.

Couldn't my daughter at least go to her room and lie down? I'm all right,

Father. I'd like you to have a word with the inspector, Miss.

Looks like they've got Johnson, Sergeant.

Fetch him in.

Surely you're not going to bring him in here.

He should be put in jail.

We know our job, Mr. Arnold.

In there.

Look, what's this all about, eh? Come along.

Yeah, what's the meaning of this? What's happened?

A man was murdered here tonight, Mr. Jensen.

Murdered? Who?

Curran. What, the insurance fellow? Yes.

Where were you going just now, Mr. Jensen?

I was going to London.

Why? On business. On business.

Well, wait a minute, I don't think it's any... They think you're responsible.

Me? Darling, tell them you didn't do it. Kathy, keep out of this.

What business, Mr. Jensen?

A job with an engineering firm.

And you didn't tell anyone you were going? No, I didn't. Why not?

Because I only heard about it tonight.

Oh. I had a telephone call from London about midnight.

The firm wanted to see me first thing in the morning. It was about a job I'd

applied for a long time ago.

So a business firm rang you at midnight?

Well, apparently they tried to get me earlier in the evening and couldn't.

I wanted the job pretty badly, so I decided to get up to London tonight so

I'd be there in good time for the appointment.

I just chucked a few things in a suitcase and left.

By a few things, you mean everything.

Well, I don't happen to possess a large wardrobe.

I didn't know quite how long I'd have to stay away.

And you didn't tell anyone you were going?

Well, I was going to tell Cathy first thing in the morning.

I see.

Constable, phone the local exchange and see if any calls came through from

London for Mr. Jensen tonight.

Look, isn't my word good enough?

Oh, it's a mere formality, Mr. Jensen. Anyway, why should I want to kill

Curran? I only met him once.

Did you?

The fact is, Miss Riddle's jewellery was stolen at the same time.

Are you accusing me of robbing my own fiancée? Oh, that's ridiculous.

We found these under the seat of his car, Sergeant.

Thank you.

You found these in my car? But that's impossible. Are these the same ones, Sir

Thomas?

Yes, they are. Well, I don't know how they got there.

Kathy, I swear I don't know how they got there. Well, the exchange say Mr. Jensen

received no calls whatsoever from London tonight, Sergeant. Oh, but they're

crazy. Of course they received a call. Take her to her room now. Thank you,

Sergeant.

Kathy, please, I...

Look, I swear I didn't take the jewels. All right, Constable, take him down to

the station and hold him. We'll charge him later. Charge me? What are you going

to charge me with in the first place? Come along. I don't know what you're

doing. I don't think you do either.

We've pulled Jensen in, sir. I'll keep him down at the station until you're

ready to question him.

Good. We've also found the missing jewels in his car.

In his car?

That's very clumsy of him.

He wouldn't have made that mistake.

Mr. Curran, sir?

That is not Henry Curran, Sergeant.

But he said he was... I know, he told everybody that.

But I think you'll find his name is Vickers.

I've seen his photograph in police circulars. In the police circulars?

Vickers was a well-known jewel thief.

One of the smoothest operators in the business.

But he said he was Henry Curran. I know. There is a famous insurance investigator

by that name.

It was definitely not him.

I must say it was pretty clever of him to use that as an alias.

Well, now it doesn't make sense, sir. You mean about Jensen? Yes, sir.

I think it does.

Vickers, who called himself Curran, was palming himself off as an insurance

agent so he could be near the jewels.

He runs into Jensen, recognizes him as another thief, obviously on the same

job.

So that's why he told Miss Riddle that story. Exactly.

Jensen was made to order for the blame, and Vickers had the perfect opportunity

of getting into the study without any trouble and working on the safe

undisturbed. Only Jensen turned up.

Looks like it. He probably knifed Vickers, grabbed the jewels, and took

off.

Yes, I think Jensen is our man, all right, Sergeant.

Kathy, can't you see he's not worth it?

Leave me alone.

Oh, I told you you were being impulsive.

He'd had to take a thing like this to make you open your eyes.

How could he? How could he? Don't you see? He had it in his mind all the time.

Thank God it was Mr. Curran and not you like those other girls.

How do you know about them?

Did Derek tell you?

No. Then you were listening too.

I saw you go into the study at the party.

I don't know why, but I was worried.

So I went outside and I stood by the window.

Kathy, I did it for you.

I was suspicious about Bob.

Kathy, I was worried about you.

Leave me alone.

Kathy. Leave me alone.

She doesn't want her breakfast.

Thank you.

She's kept to her room for two days.

She's young. She'll get over it. Not so easily.

Oh, she's just being childish.

Childish? Kathy's a grown woman, Anna. I know it's difficult for you to realize

that, but it's true.

You've always spoiled her. Perhaps.

But now I think you're being a little hard on her. Think of the shock of the

last few days.

Yes, but why eat a heart out over a man like that?

She should be glad she found out in time.

A murderer.

She loved him.

Love?

She doesn't know anything about it.

Do you, Anna?

Ah, here comes Beckett.

I was expecting him.

You let him in, will you, Anna? I want to go up and talk to Cathy first.

Morning, Anna.

Sir Thomas will be down in a few minutes. Will you wait? Fine, thanks.

Cathy, Beckett's here.

I asked him to come over.

Why?

I've engaged him to defend Bob.

You've engaged him?

What good can it do?

You think he's guilty.

A man isn't guilty until a jury finds him so.

Then you think Bob's innocent.

Oh, I didn't say that.

But I'm going to see this thing through until it's definitely proved one way or

another. I find it very difficult to believe that my opinion of Bob could be

so wrong.

Father, I believed in him too.

I believed in him till the very last minute.

Until the police found those jaws and there was no phone call.

Well, Cathy, my dear, you're of age and your decisions are your own.

I didn't come here to try and influence them, but merely to tell you what I'm

doing and why.

Look, I must go down and talk to Beckett.

You know where to find me if you want me.

How are things going?

Do you want my frank opinion?

Of course.

Well, I think Bob's case is hopeless.

What?

We haven't got one solid defect to base his defence on. The prosecutor holds all

the trumps.

The jewels in the car, the fact there was no telephone call, and that he

seemed to be running away.

But what about that phoniest story of Curran's, or whatever the devil the

man's name was?

You know what the police theory about that is.

Are they absolutely certain the man wasn't Curran? Yes, yes, the

fingerprints have been checked at Scotland Yard. Well, what about the

knife? Were there any fingerprints on that? No.

Wipe clean.

I'm afraid we're wasting our time, Sir Thomas. Surely there must be something

in his favour.

Believe me, I've tried every angle I can think of.

I'm going to London tomorrow to get a statement from the engineering company

that Bob had applied for a job there.

I even went to the prison this morning and went through the case thoroughly

with him.

What did he say? Oh, hello, Cathy.

What did Bob say?

Well, he still maintains his innocence, naturally.

Then that's good enough for us.

Yes, but I've just been telling your father... I know what you told him, Mr

Beckett, but I'd be grateful if you'd keep on trying.

I'll do my best. I'm sure you will.

How did Bob look?

Very depressed, of course.

Did he say anything about me?

He wanted to see you, but naturally I told him it was out of the question.

Father, will you please tell Anna I may not be home for lunch?

Yes, of course.

Mr Beckett, if you're going into town, I'd appreciate a lift in your car. Yes,

yes, certainly.

Goodbye, John. Goodbye, Sir Thomas.

And many thanks for all you've done. Not at all.

A visitor for you, Jensen.

This way.

Bob. Ten minutes, miss.

Effie, darling, I didn't think you'd ever come. I should have come sooner.

I've been an idiot, Bob. You do believe that I didn't kill Karen and that I

didn't steal those jewels.

I believe you, darling.

Yet someone's deliberately putting me on the spot.

How can you be sure? Well, it's obvious that somebody planted the jewels in my

car. Probably the same person who called me about the engineering job. The call

came from a local telephone.

How did he know you'd rush right off to London?

Everyone knew that I was anxious to get the job.

Then there's another thing. What?

Curran knew that I'd worked in South America, which is why his story sounded

so authentic.

And yet we'd never met before.

Somebody must have told him. Which indicates that he had an accomplice. Who

then turned on him and killed him.

Yes. I think they were both in it together.

Curran and the killer.

Curran the outsider and the killer the insider who knew enough about us to cook

up the story.

Bob, you sound as if you have an idea who it is. Yes, I think I do, but I

haven't got time to explain now. The warder will probably ask you to leave in

a minute, so I've got to talk fast.

What do you want me to do? Help me to get out of here.

You mean escape?

Yes. Bob, darling, you must be mad.

I've got to, darling. I think I know who killed Curran.

But it sounds so fantastic that I'll have to prove it myself.

Can't Father and I do it?

No, darling, not this time.

You're in enough trouble as it is. The water I'm in couldn't get any hotter.

I think I know what I'm doing.

All right.

Now look, can you trust Hawkins, your butler?

Absolutely. Good.

Now listen carefully. Sit down here and I'll tell you what I want you to do.

Tomorrow, I want you to see Horne. I thought

Mr.

Beckett was handling Jensen's case.

Yes, that's right.

I'm Mr. Beckett's London associate.

I'll wait outside, Mr. Bond. Just give a knock on the door when you want me to

unlock it.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming, Hawkins.

We better hurry, sir. Yes, indeed.

Hello, Mr. Beckett.

Oh, what are you... Going out of prison?

I decided my mattress was a little too lumpy, so I left.

There's nothing to joke about, Bob. You know, this is only going to make it look

worse for you.

I'm not worried.

Am I interrupting anything?

I'm going to London on your case.

I'm checking up for your statement with the engineering company.

Oh, that's very thoughtful of you.

You sure you weren't going to get rid of some jewellery?

What are you talking about?

Just that it has to be you.

Me?

Now look here, Jensen, I don't know what you're up to. If you want my advice... I

should go back to prison, stand trial, be hanged, and let you get away with it.

With what?

Curran's murder.

Not that he was any great loss to humanity. You're crazy.

Am I?

Besides Kathy, only three people heard Curran spin that phony story about my

exploits in Brazil and Mexico.

Derek, Anna, and you.

What does that prove?

By itself, nothing.

But let's add to it the fact that it was you who brought Curran to the party in

the first place.

Look, I met Curran in the bank. I recognized his name and I thought

that... He was the great insurance investigator.

Oh, no, you knew his true identity.

Evidently, you hired him in the beginning.

You're shooting in the dark. Yes, and hitting nice fat targets. Such as?

The fact that the murderer must have been Curran's accomplice.

We can eliminate Derek and Anna because a clever jewel thief like Curran would

never trust a man who drinks too much or a woman.

Too erratic.

That leaves you.

And you.

Oh, no, I'm out of it because I didn't do it.

That's not what the police think.

Well, you did a pretty good job of framing me, didn't you?

Knowing all about me, you had the right dope to pass to Curran to base his story

on. So I was built up as a logical suspect in this little jewel escapade

you both planned.

If Curran and I were in it together, why should I kill him? Because you're a

lawyer. You know how dangerous it is to have two people involved in a crime.

Or perhaps you were just greedy.

Not quite sure, are you? Yes, I think it went this way.

You planted the jewels in my car, made the phone call, and then went to join

Curran in Sir Thomas's study.

Whereupon I killed Curran, robbed the safe, and then slipped out.

Well, naturally, you tell it better than I could. That's a pretty imaginative

story, Jensen.

You'd be surprised what a couple of days in a cell does for one. But there are

two very large flaws.

Oh?

How did the jewelry get in your car before the robbery?

And if I wasn't going to get the jewels myself, what motive did I have for

killing Curran?

But you did get the jewels.

From whom, the police?

No, the ones the police found were fakes, weren't they?

They have to be.

As Sir Thomas' solicitor, you acted as go-between with the insurance company

when the jewels were sent away for valuation.

It was a simple matter to make copies of them, plant the fakes in my car, hand

Sir Thomas the real ones, and then steal them back afterwards.

You're still guessing wildly.

I'm willing to bet that the real jewels are in this briefcase now.

Take your hands off that.

Oh. Now my dreams come true, eh?

I wouldn't smile if I were you, Jensen.

You mean I'm about to go the way of Karen?

Right now.

Well, how are you going to explain this killing?

You're an escaped prisoner.

Oh, yes, yes, of course, self-defense. You really know your law, don't you? A

little bit more than you, I think.

Inspector Long?

Is Bob Jensen here?

No, I'm not in prison.

Yes, I know I'm supposed to be there.

I'm in Beckett's office.

Oh, yes.

Yes, he's here.

No, no, I'm afraid he can't talk to you at the moment.

If he could, he'd tell you I've got Miss Riddle's jewels.

No, no, I'm not making a confession.

But he will as soon as he comes round.

Yes, all right.

I'll explain everything when you get here.

Yes, I'll wait.

Goodbye.

Well, that's everything.

Are you sure you'll be all right by yourself, Father? After all the recent

excitement, I'll enjoy it. It'll give me a chance to get down to some serious

writing. I've looked after every member of this family, and I shall continue to

do my duty.

So don't you spend your honeymoon worrying about your father.

Well, Hawkins, thanks for all your help. I hope I haven't let you in for too much

trouble. I was very glad to help, sir.

Time enough to think of the consequences when they come up. I'll do everything I

can. Well, Hawkins hasn't lost his freedom yet and probably won't. As for

you, you've definitely lost yours.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye.