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[Film projector sound]

[Triumphant music]

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(horn honking)

- [Runway Announcer] Note, particularly, the azalea

pink frieze cloth, the originality

of the strapped pockets,

running into a low belt tied at the back.

(piano music)

(clapping)

- A lovely collection you have here, Peppi.

I congratulate you.

- [Runway Announcer] And now, here is Yan Chu.

She wearing a really intriguing example

of the short draped evening dress.

As you know, these short, draped evening dresses

are tremendous favourites...

- The piece de resistance, huh?

- [Runway Announcer] The reason being, I think

that they're always becoming to all sizes

and shapes of figure.

Now, I want you to particularly to note the material.

Gleaming bronze silk.

What could be more effective?

The very thing to tone in with soft lights and sweet music.

(clapping)

- [Dresser] Stand up straight. You know the suit fit better.

Off you go Judy, you're next!

- [Judy] Here's the coffee.

- [Dresser] No time for yours now.

Bring it in here.

- [Felix] Yes madam.

Any luck?

- Yes, meet me after.

- [Dresser] Get your coffee.

(cups clinking)

Marigold, look at your skirt.

Come over here!

That's fine, now off you go.

- [Runway Announcer] This coat is made of rich wool and...

- How long have they been going?

- About 10 minutes madam.

- [Runway Announcer] Persian rose.

A special feature is the rounded collar,

which is softly tied in front.

And the sleeves can be worn either straight down

or pushed up.

(clapping)

And here is Marigold wearing a gay party skirt

in printed corduroy.

A delightful original colour scheme too;

black, white, jade and yellow.

And now a point of special interest.

The whole skirt is lined with rustling taffeta and oh!

(crashing and audience gasping)

- Tell Enrico.

- [Kyra] She's out cold!

- [Fred] Take her to my office.

We'll get the doctor to her.

Careful now, up.

That's it.

(upbeat piano music)

Are you alright ma'am?

- Yes I'm alright, but that poor kid.

- [Runway Announcer] She wearing the very latest thing in

cocktail... - Is this yours ma'am?

- Oh yes.

- [Runway Announcer] As you can see,

it has an adaptable scarf.

(knocking)

- [Kyra] Come in.

Yes, what do you...

Felix!

- Kyra!

- Why I don't believe it!

- Why it must be 10 years since I've set eyes on you.

- Brussels, just after the liberation.

- Yes that's it.

I thought you were in America.

- Right now I'm covering fashion in Europe

for a New York paper.

- Well.

- Felix, you look different.

- I'm 10 years older.

When did you arrive?

- I checked in this afternoon.

- Would you believe it?

You know they told me there was an American lady

in room 501.

- Well I am an American now, you know.

- Well, even though you don't sound like one.

Kyra, was it you who helped that poor girl downstairs

when she collapsed?

- [Kyra] Yeah.

- I wanted to find out if she'd said anything.

- [Kyra] She said, "Tell Enrico."

- Yes?

- [Kyra] That's all and she passed out.

- You mean nothing else?

- Now I know, you had a moustache!

- What?

Oh yes, I did!

But that was demobilised when I was.

Kyra, will you do something for me?

- [Kyra] But of course, what is it?

- Keep what that girl said to yourself.

- [Kyra] Surely, but why?

- Well it's just that I happen to be known

in the hotel as Enrico.

- Oh, is she a friend of yours then?

- Well, she's a nice kid.

But what really matters is

that she's responsible for me finding you again

after all these years.

And being able to look after you.

You see, I'm your floor waiter.

- Floor waiter!

- [Felix] Yes, help the Hotel Manchester

ruin the figures of your readers.

- But Felix, why?

- I happen to like eating too.

- [Kyra] But you were one of the youngest majors

in the army.

You had the DSO.

Everybody thought you were going places.

- Well, in a way I have.

You see this is one of the best hotels in the business.

- Whenever I thought about you it's always been in uniform.

- You have thought about me during the past 10 years?

- [Kyra] Of course, but it's always been as you looked

that night in Brussels, the Club Deja

just after the liberation.

We went there together to celebrate.

(piano music)

- Merci monsieur.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Sante.

- Sante.

Some service, you must have personality.

- [Felix] No, just the power to have this joint closed down.

I'm sorry I can't offer you anything to eat.

- Oh what I couldn't do to some fried chicken Maryland.

- [Felix] You and your American boyfriend.

- That's all right.

Come Felix, what's the real reason for this party tonight?

- Purely and simply to have a night out with you darling.

- [Kyra] Oh that's sweet, but not the whole truth.

You're looking for someone aren't you?

- Well, shall we say I have to keep my eyes open.

It becomes a habit in field security work.

- Enemy agent?

- [Felix] Yes, that's the general idea.

- Anyone special?

- [Felix] There is one character I'd give anything to nab.

- What's his name?

- He uses so many I don't suppose he knows himself.

But we know him as Capachech.

- [Kyra] Would it be a promotion if you found him?

- Well it might help.

- What's he look like?

- [Felix] We haven't any description.

He's that lowest order of creation of professional spy.

- Oh, you mean he works for whoever pays him the most money?

- Yes, we have one faint lead though.

He has an exotic taste in girlfriends.

He likes them lush.

- [Kyra] Well no one could ever suspect you.

I could never be described as lush.

- Now listen, I keep telling you darling,

you're just my type.

(singing in foreign language)

♪ When your heart just skips a beat ♪

♪ And you're feeling Light on feet ♪

♪ You know you've fallen in love ♪

- Do you hear that darling?

That's for our benefit.

- Felix, look!

(speaking in foreign language)

She's lush!

There's no mistake about that!

(speaking in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

- Felix, I gotta hunch.

- [Felix] What?

About me I hope.

- What about that man being Capachech?

- Now listen Kyra, you can't run intelligence on hunches.

- [Kyra] Now I believe we're on to something.

- We?

Well now wait a minute.

- Felix, you gotta get busy.

- What do you expect me to do?

Go up to him and say, Doctor Capachech I presume?

- Don't be silly.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Listen darling, he wants me to go

and have a look at his permit.

Now forget sleuthing, it isn't your line.

And don't kill that bottle before I get back.

(upbeat piano music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(dishes crashing and loud banging)

- What happened Kyra? Are you all right?

- Yes, yes I'm all right.

And Felix, my hunch was right!

It was Capachech!

Oh Felix, he's gone.

(piano music)

It was all my fault.

I shouldn't have tried to cope on my own.

- Shall we say you were a little impulsive.

- Shall we say I was just plain nosy.

- Yes, but it's such a funny little nose.

- It was because we lost that guy that you got transferred.

- And I got a pretty severe rocket

for letting you know too much.

- So it was all my fault?

- What was?

- Instead of being a field marshal, you're a floor waiter.

- Well what's the difference?

Army officers serve dinner on Christmas day;

I happen to do it year-round that's all.

- No wonder you never tried to get in touch with me.

I'd ruined your career.

- That's nonsense.

After Brussels, I was sent to the Middle East

and life became pretty hectic.

Then I heard you'd got married

and gone to live in the states.

- [Kyra] I was sore at not hearing from you.

- I hope your marriage proved a success.

- It was all washed up in a year.

- But you stayed there.

- I'd taken on American citizenship.

- Did you get married again?

- No.

- Just become a career girl eh?

- [Kyra] Yeah, where are you going?

- Why even career girls must eat.

And if you eat in here, then I can wait on you

and talk to you.

- But you're going to eat with me.

- [Felix] No, that's strictly against the rules.

- [Kyra] But Felix!

- Now guests eat and waiters wait.

So, dinner for one please James.

- [Kyra] Felix listen!

(mysterious music)

- [Felix] What are you doing?

- Have you got a pass key?

- [Felix] Well of course I have.

- Well open up quick!

- But what on earth for?

- The man's just got out of that room,

and Felix it's Capachech!

- [Felix] Have you gone crazy?

- Felix please, you must listen to me.

I'm certain I'm right.

It came on me in a flash right now when that man came...

- That man next door is Peppi Gilroudian.

- But I was watching him at the dress show,

and I was certain I'd seen him before.

- Well that's not surprising,

he's very well-known in the clothes world.

- But this has got nothing to do with clothes.

It was something way back in the past.

And then, just now, he came out of his room

into the corridor rolling a cigarette,

and he looked towards me and then I knew.

He was the man we'd seen at the Club Deja.

- Now look, don't talk such nonsense.

That man had a lot of hair and a beard.

- Oh so what!

He could have cut it all off.

- Kyra be your age.

- All I'm saying is you've got a key.

Let's go into his room and look around

and I'm darn sure we'll find something

that'll prove that I'm right.

Oh Felix, don't you see, this is a big chance for you.

- My big chance, for what?

- Getting yourself in the clear.

You and I together,

we'll track Capachech down and expose him.

I'll get my editor to finance us, it'll make a great story.

And you'll be back tops with the big boys.

I shall have made up for sticking my nose

in that time in Brussels.

- I don't know which I prefer, your funny little nose,

or your heart.

- [Kyra] For Pete's sake, concentrate on my brain.

If we can identify him with the man in Brussels...

- But what good would that do?

Don't you realise it's a different world today.

- [Kyra] But that doesn't make him different.

- Look, the war is forgotten.

Even the Cold War's dying down.

- But I thought you said he was a professional spy.

Why with all the new bombs and weapons they're making now,

it makes his racket even more of cinch.

Don't you see?

He could even sell back the secrets to the guys

he stole them from.

- My dear Kyra all that cloak and dagger is out of date,

it's finished.

- I tell you I know I'm right.

You're just throwing away a chance

of making a comeback.

- I'm quite happy as I am.

- Then you darned well oughtn't to be.

- [Felix] The trouble with you is you've developed

into a snob.

I'm content to earn my own living.

- Felix don't go.

- [Man Down The Hall] Waiter!

- Coming sir!

I will see about your dinner madam.

I would suggest smoked salmon

and fried chicken Maryland.

- Oh!

(door closing)

(distant bells)

(suspenseful music)

(loud gasp)

(knocking)

- [Peppi] Yes?

- Your car's arrived sir.

The driver wishes to speak to you.

- Tell him to come up here to help with the luggage.

- [Bellman] He asked if you'd come down

and speak to him sir.

He said it was urgent.

(speaking in a foreign language)

- Come and take the suitcases.

Trunk isn't ready yet.

- [Bellhop] Very good sir.

(suspenseful music)

- Where's Felix?

- Oh this is room service madam.

- Yeah I know. I want Felix!

- There's no Felix here.

- Well the other waiter.

- Ah Enrico, oui madam.

- Well where is he?

- Oh he gone down to the kitchen.

- I want to speak to him.

- Oh I will find out for you if he's still there.

- [Kyra] Thank you.

(speaking in a foreign language)

- Is he there?

- They say they have not seen him.

It is nonsense.

I tell them it is nonsense.

- But I wanna speak to him.

- I send him to madam the moment he come back.

(buzzing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- No you mustn't go!

- But the bell it ring.

- I must speak to Enrico at once!

- Presently madam presently, as soon as possible.

- Oh Felix!

- Madam, what are you doing here?

- [Kyra] Quickly, quickly, you must come with me!

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Felix] Now what on earth's the matter?

- Felix, your key quickly.

- But I tell you you're not to go in here.

- We've got to.

There's a dead man inside!

I climbed in by the balcony.

I've seen him.

But everything was packed up.

All I found was a postcard.

- But where is this dead man?

- Underneath the bath towels in the corner.

Do you see him?

- [Felix] Kyra?

- But he was there under those towels, dead!

- Don't you think you'd better go back to your room?

- But Felix I saw him! I (sighing)...

- [Felix] Feeling better?

- Much better.

- [Felix] Here, drink this.

It's good and hot.

- You know Felix, I really did think I saw

a dead man in that bathroom.

- Now listen Kyra don't you realise you were

in a panic in case you were caught?

I mean the light was bad,

and maybe it was a trick of moonlight,

and there you are.

- I only did it for your sake.

I wanted to try to... - [Felix] Well I know.

And I'm most grateful.

- I've missed you, you know.

One hell of a lot.

- And I've been thinking about you too.

One hell of a lot.

- [Kyra] Don't let's lose each other again.

- But of course we won't.

Besides, I'm counting on bringing you every single meal.

- [Kyra] I'll have you quit being a floor waiter

if it's the last thing I do.

- Bless you darling.

You're a very sweet person.

(sentimental slow music)

- Must you go now?

- I'm afraid so.

This is a busy floor.

- Will you come back later?

- No, not tonight.

That little nose of yours needs a good nights rest.

Good night.

(knocking)

- Come in!

Oh!

- Oh I beg your pardon, but you did say come in.

- Surely I thought you were someone else.

Who are you?

- Borcombe's the name ma'am.

Detective Sergeant Fred Borcombe.

- [Kyra Detective Sergeant!

- Well I've retired from active duty.

I'm the hotel detective.

- Well, what can I do for you?

- It's about that poor girl who collapsed.

- Oh yes, how is she?

- Well we sent her to hospital.

And I'm sorry to say we've just heard she's dead.

- Dead?

- Yes ma'am.

That's why I'm having to make some inquiries.

And as you were right on the spot as it were.

- Oh I knew nothing about it.

She just happened to fall where I was sitting.

- She didn't say anything as you picked her up.

- She... - Yes?

- She just muttered something and then she was unconscious.

- I see.

- You don't suspect anything do you?

- Well in cases of sudden death,

you know you can never rule out the possibility

of foul play.

- Oh are you working for the police?

- Well I know all the boys at the Yard.

You know I'd like to give them a hand

for old time sake.

Well, thank you for seeing me ma'am.

I'll be on my way now.

- Could you use a drink before you go?

- Well.

- [Kyra] They're right there on the table.

Help yourself.

- Thanks.

Thanks very much.

- I'll bet you've done some inquiries in your life?

- I'll say I have.

And although I says as I shouldn't,

I usually manage to ferret out the truth.

- [Kyra] You ever do any private business?

- Private?

- Right now, I want some inquiries made.

- No thank you ma'am.

What about?

- I want some information about a man.

- If I may ask, romantic interest or straight divorce?

- Neither.

I want his past record.

- Oh, who's the man?

- Peppi Gilroudian.

- Peppi Gilroudian?

That's the dress chap!

- Um-hum.

I'm press you know,

and I have a hunch he has other interests besides dresses.

- You mean the girls who wear them?

- No, I think he's got a real racket.

I'll pay you well, or rather my paper will.

- Well, what sort of figure had you in mind?

- Oh I thought about 200 guineas.

(choking and coughing)

Oh I'm afraid I dunno the sort of...

- That's round about the level ma'am.

- Do you think you can get me the dope?

- Listen, what CROs got, I can get.

- CRO?

- Central Records Office, Scotland Yard.

- Mr. Borcombe you're hired!

Or you will be in a minute.

Help yourself to another drink while I make a phone call.

(car motors revving)

(knocking)

(ominous music)

- [Kyra] Well hello!

- Ah you've caught me red-handed.

- Why, what are you doing?

- [Felix] I was looking to see what perfume you used.

- Why?

- It's my afternoon off and I thought I'd go

and do a little shopping.

- Oh you're not too.

- Why not?

- Well, you can't afford it, I mean...

- You forget my tips.

We floor waiters do very well in this hotel.

Besides, I thought I'd like to buy

a little present for you

to bridge that 10-year gap in our lives.

- Oh Felix, what a sweet thought.

- You're really feeling better?

- I'm fine.

- It's wonderful what a good nights rest will do

to one's sense of proportion.

- And a good morning's business.

(telephone ringing)

- That more business?

- I guess so.

I was expecting someone to call me.

Hello?

- [Felix] I shall leave you madam.

- Everything's under control.

- [Kyra] Did you get the information you wanted

from your friends?

- Sure, sure.

It boils down to this,

there's nothing known against Gilroudian.

- [Kyra] Well haven't you even got an address?

- He hasn't got one in London except the hotel.

- But he's gone, I checked with reception.

Hasn't even left a forwarding address.

- [Fred] Oh well nevermind him for the moment.

- But he's the one that matters!

- [Fred] Maybe we can get a line on him

though the man he was with at the dress show.

I've traced him.

- Oh good!

The official JIN from records?

- I told you that it would be child's play.

Hey look, you better take the address down.

It's Mario Oromonda, 174 Tar Hill EC3, got that?

Right, now listen, he's a wine importer

so I've made an appointment for you

to see him at 3:00 p.m.

So meet me at five minutes to three at Tar Hill.

All right, good-bye.

(cars revving and boat horns blaring)

- You've passed it.

- Oh there you are!

Any sign of Gilroudian?

- No, but the Chinese girl went in about 10 minutes ago.

- That's interesting.

What happens next?

- Well, you go in and keep in keep

an appointment with Oromonda.

- What should I talk to him about?

- Oh anything.

Order some wine.

- Okay, see you later.

Oh, here's the first half of your dough.

- Oh, thanks very much.

(loud bell dinging)

- Good afternoon madam.

What can I do for you?

- Good afternoon.

I have an appointment with Mr. Oromonda.

- And the name please?

- Kyra Gabaine.

- Mr. Oromonda is in the vaults with another client.

If you would wait in here madam.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Oromonda will not be long.

- Thank you.

(mysterious music)

(banging)

(muffled taking)

- Yes?

You like this, yes?

- It is not sweet enough.

- Oh well wait you will try this one.

Santa Maria!

Who are you?

- Oh I hope you don't mind me coming down here,

but I was up in your office.

- Kyra!

What are you doing here?

This young lady is a friend of mine.

Mario Oromonda, Yan Chu; Miss Kyra Gabaine.

- Gabaine.

Oh are you the lady who...

- [Kyra] Oh yeah, I had them call you

to make an appointment.

- That stupid clerk, he should have asked you

to wait in the office.

- Well there's no harm done Mario and I'm sure Miss Gabaine

is thrilled to see your vaults.

- Oh yeah I think they're wonderful!

- So's the wine too I can promise you.

- I'm sure.

I wanted to order some for a little party I'm giving.

- [Mario] I see.

What particular wine had you in mind Miss Gabaine?

- Oh I thought Sherry?

- Sherry.

The Americans, like the English, always talk of Sherry.

You see Jerez is a place.

And all wines from Jerez are Sherry,

but they are all different.

What about Oromonda Fino?

- Yes, that is a good wine.

And what quantity would you require Miss Gabaine?

- [Kyra] Oh just a case.

- That is possible.

Where should I send it?

Hotel Manchester, room 501.

- Hotel Manchester, room 501.

This I shall remember.

- [Felix] Is there anything else you want Kyra?

- No I don't think so.

- [Felix] Well then I think I'll be showing you the way out.

I have to get along anyway Mario.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- All right.

Make it 8:00 p.m.

I have a very busy day.

- [Felix] Yes I will.

Come along Kyra.

- [Kyra] Good-bye Mr. Oromonda.

Good-bye so glad to have met you.

(car motor idling)

(car motor revving)

(silverware tinkling and dishes clanging)

(mellow music)

- [Felix] This is one of my favourite haunts.

Will you have black or white coffee?

- White please.

- Anything to eat?

- No thanks.

- Well that's just one white, one black coffee please.

- [Waitress] One white, one black, sir.

- You going to ask me to your Sherry party Kyra?

- Surly, I hope you'll bring your Chinese girlfriend too.

You seem to have a weakness for models.

- Why it's just that she's lonely.

You know your Gilroudian's gone away.

- I know and left no forwarding address.

- Oh well I can give you that.

He's at the Hotel Flemon, West End.

- West End.

He's gone abroad?

- Oh yeah, suddenly he went with all his trappings.

He has a dress show there on Sunday.

- Oh I guess that's that.

- Kyra, I want you to do something for me.

Put all this nonsense out of your head will you?

And lay off Oromonda, otherwise you'll get me in a jam.

- I was only doing it for your sake.

- I know you were, but I'm gonna let you into a secret.

I'm running a pretty good racket with Oromonda.

I get a rake-off from his wine sales.

- Felix!

- I know it's a pretty shady business.

But in a shady business ones partners are apt

to be pretty unscrupulous.

- What are you trying to tell me?

- Only that I don't want you to get mixed up

in any rough stuff.

- Well what about you?

- Oh that's simple, I need the money.

- Oh I'll have that.

- Oh no no.

I'm not as broke as all that.

I say, it's nearly six o'clock.

I've gotta get back on duty.

You coming?

- Oh, I think I'll just finish my coffee.

- Oh all right.

Now will you do that for me Kyra?

Forget all about this sleuthing for your sake

as well as mine.

I'll see you later.

(dishes clinking)

(upbeat music)

- Who's the boyfriend?

- Oh someone I knew in the war.

- What was he doing at Oromonda's?

- Just a customer.

- It's a bit of a coincidence.

Any luck?

- No.

I saw Oromonda and I ordered some Sherry.

- Were you too busy with your boyfriend,

or did you see a cab pull up as you came out?

- No.

- Out of that cab stepped the mysterious Mr. G,

paid the fare and popped inside.

- Gilroudian?

- Yup.

- But he's gone abroad!

- No he hasn't.

- I just heard...

- You know it looks as if the Chinese girl, Oromonda,

and Gilroudian are all mixed up in this together,

whatever this is.

- Whatever this is!

- No hint of anything at Oromonda's?

- Only this.

- Three cases, Oromonda Fino to J. Markley Stanwell.

- What do you know about Stanwell?

- Well the papers were full of it a week or two back.

It's the new experimental station for nuclear weapons.

There was a row between the war office

and some of the other Ministers as to who should run it.

As usual, they compromised; joint responsibility.

Top secret and hush-hush Stanwell is.

- Where is it?

- Essex, out beyond Epping Forest.

- Come on, I got the car (mumbles).

- Wait a minute, I told the missus I'd be back by six.

- 'Fraid you'll have to risk the dog house tonight.

I gotta hunch we're gonna learn something from Mr. Markley.

(suspenseful music)

(car motors revving)

(car motor idling)

- Well they'll never let us in without a pass.

- Oh very well, we'll just have to bluff

or break our way in.

- Hey!

You can't do that!

Not in England.

- May I see your passes please?

- [Kyra] I wanna see Mr. Markley.

- I'm afraid I can't admit you without a pass.

- Oh I only wanna see Mr. Markley.

I don't want to see the place.

- [Guard] Members of the staff are not allowed

to have visitors not in possession of passes.

- Well can you tell us where we can contact him?

- Oh I'm sorry, I can't give any information

about the staff to unauthorised persons.

Would you stand aside please?

- That's the dead man.

- What?

- The dead man in the bathroom!

- Have you gone crackers?

- [Guard] Righto Mr. Markley.

(dramatic music)

- That is Markley!

He was dead, was sure he was dead.

Don't you see?

- I'm darned if I do.

- It's beginning to tie up.

There's something phoney going on here.

- I'll say there is, come on!

Back to the car!

- [Kyra] No!

- Now then, start up.

And while we drive back to London, slowly mind this time,

I suggest you tell me the whole story.

- But I told you.

- Not about dead men in bathrooms,

nor about boyfriends in the war,

or what you really suspect is going on.

You know you can't expect me to be able

to help you if you don't tell me the truth.

- Well it all started more than 10 years ago in Brussels,

when Felix and I went into the Club Deja.

- Nasty drop.

- Not as bad as in New York.

- Have you found that postcard yet?

- No and I know I had it when I got up this morning.

Maybe one of the staff's taken.

- Yes and I can tell you which one; Enrico.

- Felix?

Why the heck should Felix want to take it for?

- You know your trouble is you've let him

pull the wool over your eyes.

- Oh that's rubbish.

- You can only think of him as a boyfriend

and not as a principle suspect.

- Have you gone crazy!

- Add it all up.

He's come down in the world.

He's short of money and he's on friendly terms...

- Felix may be back in his heels, but he's straight.

- And he's on friendly terms with all the other suspects.

- Maybe he's working a wine racket with Oromonda,

but he wouldn't have anything to do with Gilroudian.

- Well of course he'd say that,

especially if he's working with him.

- For Pete's sake!

Let's get this straight, I hired you to help Felix.

Not to fix him.

I trust him.

- Listen, when you get to be my age

you won't even trust yourself.

(telephone ringing)

- Hello?

Yes, speaking.

Yes, I'll hold on.

It's a person-to-person call from my editor in New York.

Hello Frank.

Yeah.

No, no, not so far.

In fact, I was gonna call you Frank

to suggest we pack the whole thing up.

Oh I guess I was wrong.

There just isn't a story.

I'm sorry Frank, you can take it off my expense account.

Yeah all the fashion stuff's in the mail.

So long Frank, thanks for calling.

Bye!

Well that should be clear.

My editor agrees with me that we call the whole inquiry off.

- But I don't.

- You've got no worries.

Here's the rest of your dough.

- I won't take it.

- I hired you.

I guess I can fire you.

- This has got nothing to do with you.

Felix Gratton or Enrico is an employee of this hotel.

And if he's up to any dirty business,

this is my job to put a spoke in his wheel.

- Come back!

Listen, it's Gilroudian I'm after, not Felix.

- They're in it together.

- I don't care.

You leave Felix alone!

(speaking in foreign language)

- What's the matter?

- It is that Borcombe.

Turn my stomach with his always snooping.

- [Felix] Do you mean they're coming in here?

- Yes with the American from number 501.

- Now listen Antoine, they mustn't find me here.

- But can you hide in here?

- If they come and ask for me, tell them I've gone.

- [Antoine] Where to?

- Oh my grandmother's funeral.

- [Fred] Where's Felix Gratton?

- Felix? Again Felix?

- The other floor waiter, Enrico.

- Oh Monsieur!

He's not here.

- He must be here.

He had his off day yesterday.

- Oh yes, but he had a tragedy.

- What do you mean?

- He has a funeral to attend.

- Who's funeral?

- His grandmother's.

- Very well, I'll check with the manager.

And tell him to come to my office the moment he returns.

- Tell Enrico I must see him first, it's urgent!

- Certainly, madam.

Are you there mon ami?

(speaking in foreign language)

Enrico where is he?

(clock clanging)

(sentimental music)

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

- Come!

- Bon jour madam.

- Is Enrico there?

- [Antoine] No Madam.

- Has he seen Mr. Borcombe yet?

- I don't think so madam.

Mr. Borcombe was trying to find him.

- Listen Antione, I've got to see him

before Mr. Borcombe does.

- [Antoine] Yes madam.

It will make him feel better after the funeral.

- It may be his funeral if he doesn't.

- Merci madam.

- Please help me Antione.

I must see Enrico.

It's urgent.

- He takes a day off.

He say it's important engagement.

- Oromonda 8:00 p.m.

- [Antoine] Pardon madam?

- Nevermind Antione.

Get my breakfast would you please.

- [Antoine] Certainly madam.

(ship horn blaring)

(suspenseful music)

(muffled voices arguing)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(wine splattering)

(gasping and muffled screaming)

(dramatic music)

- Oh!

- [Maid] Come on oh!

Wake up Miss please.

- Morning.

- [Maid] What are you doing here?

- This is my bedroom, room 501.

Look, there's the key.

- [Maid] This is the ballroom.

- Ballroom?

Oh dear!

Thank you so much.

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

Yes, speaking.

Oh Mr. Borcombe I've got to see you.

From where?

- Listen, I'm at Stanwell.

Now get your car and come down here as quickly as you can.

- [Kyra] I don't understand,

such a lot of things have been happening.

- I'll say they have.

But this is what matters; there's a big test on here today.

A top-secret test.

- [Kyra] Have you contacted Felix yet?

- Oh forget about him for the moment.

G is down here!

Yes G. And I'm pretty sure Markley is going

to try and get him inside.

Nevermind him for the moment. If we can get Gilroudian

maybe I can forget about your boyfriend.

- [Kyra] Okay I'll come. I've just gotta change.

Where will I meet you?

- Opposite the turn in to the main gates.

I'll be looking out for you.

Oh and bring something to eat.

I haven't had any breakfast.

Good-bye.

(car motor idling)

- You sure Markley hasn't gone in?

- Well of course I'm sure.

I've been watching on and off since 10 o'clock last night.

- What time's this test or demonstration,

or whatever it is?

- 10:00 a.m.

- What are they testing?

- Well as far as I can make out, its a new tank.

Driven by nuclear energy.

Real top-secret stuff

or Gilroudian wouldn't be knocking around.

- I knew he was Capachech.

Who put you on to him?

- Well I ran into Markley yesterday afternoon

in Piccadilly Circus

while I was trying to trace your boyfriend.

- Was Gilroudian with him?

- No he was by himself.

- Anyway, I tagged him right down here.

Gilroudian joined him later down at the local

just before closing time.

That's not Markley's car.

- Why didn't you contact me sooner?

Damn it, I rang you half a dozen times, but you were out.

- So I was, suppose I should have gone to the police sooner.

- Well of course you should have.

- Well it's your fault for making me come down here.

- I didn't know you were mixed up in a murder.

- I don't know why I wasn't bumped off.

That's what doesn't add up.

- Nothing in this blasted case adds up except one thing.

I think I've found out how Markley ties up with your

boyfriend in the bathroom.

Look out!

That's Markley's car.

- But he's alone.

- No he isn't.

Blast, why didn't I think of it before, that hamper.

- Hamper?

Don't you remember he had one last time?

As catering manager he's allowed to take goods in.

- You mean he's got Gilroudian in that hamper?

- Well why not!

There's plenty of room.

- We must let the Commandant know about this.

- Yeah that's a snag.

We can't get in without a pass.

And by the time we do contact him, the test will be over.

- We'll find our own way in.

- Hey!

(mysterious music)

Hey you can't do that!

- Well we've gotta get in somehow.

You go and watch the road.

(snipping)

- [Fred] If we're caught there'll be hell to pay!

(snipping)

- [Kyra] All set come on!

(suspenseful music)

Throw me my bag.

- [Fred] Where do we go now?

- [Kyra] Straight to the Commandant.

- [Captain Willis] You said it lady.

Straight to the Commandant.

- Breaking into government property

is a very serious offence.

If you'd come to the main gate

and asked asked for me I might...

- But there wasn't time with all this fuss about passes.

- It was an emergency sir.

We felt it our duty to warn you.

This is a very serious...

- Your man Markley's a phoney!

- You mean the catering manager?

- That's right sir.

- He has nothing to do with the military staff.

The mess is controlled by the Minister.

- I don't care who controls him.

He's double-crossing you.

He smuggled a man in here to watch your test.

A dangerous man.

A professional spy.

I tell you, Markley's a phoney.

- He's worse than that.

I don't believe he's Markley at all.

It's my considered belief the real Markley is dead.

Murdered.

And they've substituted this man,

whose his double to look at.

- That explains everything.

The dead man in the bathroom.

- Dead man in a bathroom!

- That's right.

- Oh this has gone far enough.

I've never listened to such a barrage of nonsense.

You break into government property

and then cook up some cock and bull story

about the catering manager being not only a spy,

but not even himself.

My good lord, Markley has a house in the village

where he lives with his wife and two children.

- Oh, what do you make of that?

(phone ringing)

- Right.

Thank you.

It's the main gate sir.

The Minister's car's approaching.

- We must get moving.

- You must get busy!

Don't you realise you've got a spy watching your test!

- [Captain Willis] What about these people sir?

- You will consider yourselves under arrest.

Willis, tell Sergeant Blake to put a man on the door.

- Right sir.

- [Captain Willis] Sergeant Blake!

(man yelling)

(car engine revving)

- Well that means Gilroudian

will get all the dope he's after.

- If he has got inside.

- Well of course he has.

- What if I'm wrong about Markley?

- But you're not wrong.

We've gotta make them see sense.

- Inside please.

(birds chirping)

(car honking)

- [Colonel Packham] Isn't that Mrs. Markley?

Mrs. Markley?

- How long's that military dope been gone?

- Nearly two hours.

- Test must be over.

- I suppose so.

- I wonder if Gilroudian did get in.

- Look, our worry now is how we are going to get out.

(door opening)

- Give Mrs. Markley a chair Willis.

Sit down Mrs. Markley.

- [Mrs. Markley] Thank you.

- Mrs. Markley, this man and woman

have been making serious allegations against your husband.

- What?

- They're suggesting that he isn't in fact your husband.

- I don't understand.

- When did you see him last?

- Just under a week ago.

- A week ago?

- Yes, I've had the children away at the seaside.

Jim couldn't make it.

- Your husband didn't meet you on your return?

- He wasn't expecting us 'til tomorrow.

That's why I came here.

To let him know we were back.

(knocking)

- [Colonel Packham] Come in Markley.

I have a pleasant surprise for you.

Look who's here to welcome you.

- Hello Jim.

- Hello dear.

- Your not Jim!

(thumping and scuffling)

- [Colonel Packham] Sergeant Blake!

(energetic music)

- Where is my husband, where is Jim?

- [Colonel Packham] Seize this man, search him

and hold him under close arrest. - Very good sir.

(woman weeping)

Willis, take Mrs. Markley to the medical officer.

Tell him she's had a bad shock.

- [Captain Willis] Very good sir.

- You go along with Captain Willis now.

The doctor will give you something

to pull you together.

In the meantime, we'll get all this straightened out.

(weeping)

- Now what about Gilroudian!

- Who? - Well the man we told you about.

The professional spy that Markley brought in

to watch the test.

- Where was the test held?

- Out on what we call the ranges.

- [Kyra] Well we've gotta search the place for him.

- Look.

That's only a section of the total area.

It'd take a battalion to search the whole place.

- But you must do something.

You can't just let him get away with it.

- There's no need to panic.

Even if he is inside, he can't get out.

The parameter fence is fully manned,

as you two ought to know.

(engine droning)

- Look!

- [Colonel Packham] It's a Bell 47G.

Probably on a test flight.

- [Kyra] It's coming down.

- There's a man.

- He looks as through he's gonna pick him up!

- To the jeep!

Quick Willis the jeep!

(motor revving)

(helicopter blades thrumming)

- [Kyra] Step on it! Faster!

Why don't you shoot?

- I can't!

I've only got this.

Is that the Minister?

Well where has he gone to lunch?

Damn it man I've got to get hold of him.

It's vital!

All right, ring me back.

But remember, top priority!

- They've been gone 20 minutes.

- They're well out over the North Sea by now.

- What in hell's happened to the RAF?

- They can't move without the Minister's approval.

- Oh can't somebody cut the red tape?

- It's coming back!

Quick!

(helicopter blades thrumming)

- My good lord, it's Colonel Gratton.

- Colonel Gratton?

- Yes, with the Security Service.

- I told you Felix was on the level.

- Okay Sandy, I'll leave that to you.

I've still got to pick up Markley.

Or rather the man who was impersonating him.

- Well we've got him thanks to Mr. Borcombe.

- I'm holding the fellow under close arrest.

- Oh hello Sandy, it seems we've got him already.

You have?

Chinese girl?

Well hold her on a charge of murder.

- What?

- Yes, I want it made quite clear that the girl

in the dress show was working for me.

- Now look here, this is getting beyond.

- Just hold on will you I can't hear.

Keep quiet.

This is a bad line.

Who?

Gilroudian?

Oh yes, he's being searched now.

And if he hasn't got the folder on him,

we're gonna hold him for shooting Oromonda.

- So Gilroudian shot Oromonda?

- It's all right, I'll hold on.

Yes, he would have got you too

if I hadn't got tough with you.

Yes I'm here.

All right, well tell the Minister I'll report

to him in person.

Good-bye.

- Now if you're quite finished, I'd like my chair.

- Oh yes of course.

- You intelligence people work

in the most extraordinary way.

- And you know most people seem

to think we don't work at all.

(laughing)

- I consider I should have been put

in the picture from the start.

- And so should I.

- Yes, but I didn't dare to.

I know that nose (mumbles).

- [Captain Willis] Stand over there.

(mysterious music)

- Nothing else?

- [Captain Willis] That's the lot sir.

- He must have that formula somewhere.

I'm sure Markley gave it to him.

- But he saw the test.

- Yes, but he'd have to have it written down.

The scientific boys tell me it's far to difficult

to memorise.

There's nothing to be gained from not talking.

You'll need everything possible in mitigation.

- I find it difficult to talk without smirking.

If you don't mind, I'd prefer one of my own.

- No!

(yelling, thumping and scuffling)

- Wait a minute!

We've got it!

(triumphant music)

Au revoir Packham!

We'll be seeing the Minister right away

and get everything cleared up.

- The Minister!

Oh darling!

- Now wait a minute, Cabinet Minister first.

(helicopter engines revving)

- I never had any use for intelligence.

(stifled laughing and coughing)

(lighthearted music)