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Look, all I want is the Kashmiri ring, Marsh.

All right. All right, I'll tell you. But get that thing away, please.

This?

Certainly.

I... I sold it to Coleman, director of the Museum of Asian Art, here in

Honolulu.

Private sale, unannounced.

Unannounced?

Unannounced. That's hardly the word for it, is it, Baines?

Let's think.

Just when did Mr.

Coleman show the piece, and for how long?

It was never exhibited. It's still in the museum vault.

Interesting.

Very, very interesting.

I want to thank you for...

I am sorry.

But you did bring it on yourself.

One too many slick deals, huh, Dono? Could be.

You'd think he would have learned his lesson after those coins we convinced

him to return to the Korean government.

What's it look like?

Two bullets through the chest.

Maid found the body this morning.

Looks like we can rule out robbery.

Went over the entire place with the maid. Nothing missing.

She ought to know. She was with him for 10 years.

Steve?

Take a look at this.

Burns? Yeah, and it looks like it was made with a cigarette or maybe a cigar.

Torture?

Why? Pretty heavy for revenge.

Yeah.

Well, Marsh had more than a few enemies, Adam.

Steve.

It's already dusted.

Names and addresses from all over the world.

A list of odd dealers.

Other clients, maybe?

Yeah, maybe.

If I remember correctly, Marsh had a secretary.

Bring her in. Maybe she can give us a hand with some of these names. Right.

The office now.

Thank you so much for showing me around.

I know how busy you are. Not at all, not at all.

Excuse me.

Mr. Coleman?

Yes? Someone told me that you were responsible for putting this exhibit

together, and I just wanted to tell you I think it's absolutely bloody

marvelous. It's the best I've seen in a long, long time.

Thank you very much.

We do try to acquire the best possible pieces we can for the benefit of all our

visitors. I'm sure you do. Oh, there was just one thing, sir.

Some of the Shang Dynasty pieces you have on the far wall over there are not

quite right.

Nothing there dates before 200 AD, yet some of the cards say BC.

If there is a mistake, Dr. Kramer will certainly remedy it.

Doctor?

Of course.

Thank you, mister.

Oh, please, don't mention it.

Forgive me, ladies. Excuse me.

I'm sorry, Mr. McGarrett. I don't recognize one of those names.

How is that possible, Miss McLean? Mr. Marsh was very secretive.

He only let me take care of routine calls and local correspondence.

It was boring and frustrating, too. He'd go off on mysterious meetings all over

the world, and he wouldn't let me know... How or where he could be

reached. Anything troubling Marsh lately?

Did he receive any disturbing phone calls?

Not that I know of.

Of course, his scene was basic gloom. He was always worried about something.

Was there any one individual or individuals who seemed to be calling Mr.

Marsh more frequently?

Well, there was Mr. Coleman, the director of the Museum of Asian Art.

Coleman? Mm-hmm. He was kind of a thorn in Mr. Marsh's side.

Sometimes he called two or three times a day.

Finally, Mr. Marsh just said not to put through any more of his calls, no matter

what the urgency.

Did he ever mention why he didn't want to talk to Coleman?

No. Miss McLean, thanks for coming in. If you think of anything else, call us,

please. Sure.

Well, it's a good thing my social calendar is clear for the next few days.

Yeah, and nights, Dano. Until we hear from Che, the names in this book are all

we've got.

Have Chin give you a hand.

If you come up with anything, I'll be at the Museum of Asian Arts.

Jeff.

Nichols. How are you, chum?

Oh, that's good. Yeah, I'm fine.

Honolulu?

It's like they say it is. It's paradise, mate.

Only I'm not here on a holiday.

Right. I wouldn't be calling you if I was, would I now?

Look,

Jeff, I need a boxman.

Right?

Yeah, but don't send that bloke you sent last time.

Yeah, well, he talks too much, you know.

What's that?

Well, that sounds good, right.

Okay, have him call me at the Illicai in room 253.

You'll do that?

Oh, that's a good lad.

Okay, bye, chum.

Have a good time now.

Bye.

This whole affair has been really quite trying.

See, I considered Avery, Mr.

Marsh, to be more than a business associate.

I see. He was a friend of yours?

Oh, yes.

But, uh, we didn't see one another too much.

Why did he consistently avoid taking your phone call?

Well, Mr. McGarrett, you, uh, you must understand.

See, our museum competes with others all over the world to acquire the finest

possible artifacts.

And part of my job is to develop contacts with art dealers who have fine

things for sale.

Avery had a very keen eye.

Many of the things that came into his possession were simply stunning.

I simply have to plead over eagerness.

You're aware that a lot of his stunning finds were probably ripped out of

archaeological sites all over the world. Now, in a sense, that would make Marsh a

receiver of stolen property.

As far as I know, Avery dealt only in legitimate circles.

And to the extent that you are attempting to impugn the acquisition

policies of this museum, I assure you, we are very strict.

Does that include unannounced acquisitions?

Mr. McGarrett, I don't really see the point. Oh, the point is, Mr. Coleman,

that when museums like yours deal under the table with men like Marsh, buying

artifacts that have been stolen from other countries' burial sites, That's

stealing that country's heritage.

And there is no way, no way you can pretend that that is not a crime.

What does this have to do with Avery's murder?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe everything.

Were there any special pieces that he was trying to move quickly

recently? I don't know.

Well, what did you buy from him, say, in the last six months?

Well, uh, let me see.

Uh, there have been three.

A Tarantago burial vase and two Mayan masks.

And each of them, I might add, has received special acclaim in this month's

Archaeological Digest.

Shall I, uh... Oh, no, I'll take your word for it.

I'll be in touch.

How'd it go?

I'm not sure.

Did you mention the Kashmiri ring?

I may be getting old, but I'm not senile.

What do you plan to do now?

I... I don't know.

Then I'll tell you.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Moving that piece now would be stupid.

It stays where it is.

Well, if that is what you think best... I do.

Of course put him through.

Nichols. Ready on your call to New Delhi, sir.

Yes, thank you.

Hello, Nichols.

Mr. Nichols.

I am so pleased to hear your voice.

It has been some time.

Yes, but it's... It's time well spent, mate.

You have good news, then?

In 24 hours, I'll be able to deliver the Kashmiri Ring of Life.

How about that?

You will have all five pieces?

If I didn't have all five pieces, we wouldn't have a deal, would we, now?

No, no, of course not. It's just that you will have to excuse me, Mr Nicholls.

I am overcome.

This is going to mean so much to my country.

Oh, of course.

Where do we meet?

I will come to you in Honolulu.

Shall we say the consulate at noon?

The day after tomorrow?

I'll be there, love.

I'll be there.

Goodbye.

Jay, got something for us?

Just a second, Steve.

The ballistics report just came in.

The gun that killed Marsh was a Webley .38, English.

Webley?

We don't bump into one of those very often. No, it's not too common in this

country because it's so difficult to obtain ammunition for it.

The .38 caliber ammo in this country just doesn't work well in the Webley.

Run it down, Frank.

Try the gun dealers and hawk shops first. Right away.

What about Marsh's apartment? Anything?

Well, the only fingerprints that turned up belonged to Marsh and his maid.

Steve, we'd turn that place upside down, but nothing.

Room 253.

Hello, Nichols.

Holden Nichols.

Ben Clark.

Clark?

Jeffrey's friend?

Ha! Did you just get in there? Yeah.

Well, why don't you pop over and we'll have a chat.

Hello?

Clark?

Donna, how's it going?

Still about a half an hour. An hour ago, stone wall.

Then bam, hit the fan twice.

Yeah. Two art dealers from Marsh's book.

Thomas Sievert, Copenhagen, Juro Amato, Tokyo. Both shot to death within the

last 12 months.

Any details?

I've got calls into both police departments. Copenhagen's going to call

back. As far as Tokyo's concerned, it's the wrong time of day.

Counting Marsh, three hits in a year.

All art dealers all handling the same product.

Makes coincidence kind of hard to buy.

Yeah, if they are related.

Jenny, get me Paul Albrecht, Interpol.

I'm Nichols.

How was your trip?

Fine.

Would you like a drink? You know, bourbon, scotch, anything you like?

Nothing.

Oh. No, Paul, you've been more than helpful.

Yes, sure.

I hope we can reciprocate sometime.

Thank you.

Aloha.

Well, our killer's got something definitely in mind.

Both Sievert and Omaha were hit with a Webley 38.

And get this.

They were both tortured.

That probably accounts for the cold shoulder Chin and I got from the people

in Marsha's book.

It's a tight club. I had to know.

Yeah, so what does it all add up to? Three people killed in completely

different parts of the world, all of them with obviously something valuable,

so valuable that only torture could pry it out of them.

Information? Somebody tracking something?

Yeah, it sure looks that way, doesn't it?

Let's see how it washes. Get back on the phone with those dealers, the ones in

the book.

Call them, lay it out for them, see if any of them crack.

Right.

Guards.

One, he's an old boy. He shouldn't cause any trouble.

Hey, look, mate.

Aren't you curious about what we're going after at all?

No.

When do we do it?

When do we...? Tonight, if it's all right with you.

Fine.

Right there pop on the floor

Let's go over it again.

Well, like I told you, it was around 1.30 this morning. They came in and out

of here in a half hour, I'd say.

Well, any idea how tall they were?

Their weight, maybe?

Kind of hard when you're looking up from the floor.

Well, how about their voices?

Anything distinctive?

Accents? Was it high? Low?

Well, I only heard the one that told me to get down on the floor.

And, uh, there was nothing special.

And, of course, he was wearing that mask, so that could have muffled it

some.

Okay, here's the rundown.

Point of entry is in the back, right through the glass, neat and clean.

Somebody did a good job of cutting the bolt alarm-wise at the junction box.

And whoever blew it open did it without any noise pollution.

OK. I'm going to check in.

Mr. McGarrett, I am terribly sorry. I was certain Dr.

Coleman would be back by now.

He should be here any minute.

Is there something I can get you? Coffee?

No, thank you, but perhaps you could answer a few questions for me about the

figurine. I'll try.

What is it you'd like to know?

Well, for instance, what is its monetary value?

Well, of course, I can only judge by what the museum paid for it.

I believe it was $25,000.

$25,000?

How does that compare to the value of the other items the burglar passed out?

There are a number of pieces there worth considerably more.

That's what's so baffling about it.

Yeah.

What about its background?

All I know is that it's from India.

The Kashmir Valley.

Actually, it is one of five figurines said to make up the Kashmiri ring of

life. One of five?

Where are the other four?

I don't know.

I doubt anybody does.

There are many versions as to exactly when and where they were discovered.

My guess is that they were unearthed at an illegal excavation in Punjab some 15

years ago.

From there, there's no telling.

Some are undoubtedly lost.

Others may have found their way to private collectors.

Doctor.

Suppose someone managed to acquire all five pieces.

Now, what would they be worth as a unit?

I wouldn't even hazard a guess.

Please accept my apologies.

Well, have you found out anything about who might have done this?

No, no, not yet. Dr.

Kramer was just filling me in on, uh... How did you call it? The Kashmiri ring?

Yes.

I must tell you, I'm...

Really quite mystified.

Yes, well, maybe we can put a few facts together. From whom did you acquire the

figurine? I'm sorry.

It's the policy of this museum to keep the sources of our acquisitions in

strictest confidence.

I simply can't make any exceptions.

Mr. Coleman, I would strongly suggest that you consider making an exception.

We're dealing with murder and grand theft here, and as a police officer of

this state, I have to have the facts. Now, when you say it's the policy of

this museum, do you mean that it's established by the Board of Trustees?

Well, no, not formally.

Oh, in other words, what we're talking about is your policy.

Well, yes, but the trustees haven't questioned it. Have they ever been asked

about it, the wisdom of it?

Well, there's no better time to find out than right now, is there?

I assume that you answer my questions if they instruct you to.

Wait.

I bought the piece from Avery Marsh. But I was reluctant to mention it before

because there has been some dispute with the government of India over the

ownership of the ring.

Dispute, huh? What you mean in plain language is that the Indian government

would like a national treasure returned.

Yes.

But I assure you, I knew nothing about those other murders.

I didn't mention anything about any other murders.

Yet you knew about them.

That's why you were bugging Marsh, wasn't it? It was too hot to handle.

What happened? Wouldn't he buy it back?

I have nothing more to say, Mr. McGarrett.

Well, that's your right, Mr. Coleman. But I wonder how the trustees will feel

about the director of their museum exercising that right. Or pleading the

Fifth Amendment in a trial, let's say. Or spending $25,000 on stolen

merchandise.

You know, sooner or later, you're going to have to answer somebody's questions.

I just hope you don't wait for the grand jury and then have to go to prison.

Don't let him intimidate you.

Please, Doctor, just leave me alone.

The guard to Central.

Patch me through to Dan Williams.

Williams. Dano, contact Interpol. See if they have any information on the

possible theft of some Indian artifacts. A group of five figurines, apparently

ancient, called the Kashmiri Ring.

I'll fill you in later. Right.

Good morning, love.

May I help you? I'm here to see Ram Bhushan.

He's expecting me. My name's Nicholls. He is. He's using the office right

across the hall. You can go right in.

Thank you.

Mr Bhushan.

Mr Nicholls.

It's nice to see you again, chum. This is a big day for India, Mr Nicholls.

Yes, of course. And for me.

And for me.

Fantastic.

More than I could have dreamed.

Well, yes, I'm in the business of making dreams come true, you know.

You're in the business of paying for them?

Of course.

Forgive me.

Please.

Thank you.

Bloody beautiful.

Now, that's a lovely sight.

You know that?

All that crisp green.

It's a fake, Mr Nicholls.

I was fooled for a moment.

A superlative fraud.

But whoever perpetrated this had one blank spot in their knowledge.

You see, our alphabet changed in certain respects shortly after the ring was

crafted.

The character that you see on the back of that torso was not drawn in that

fashion until after the year 300 AD.

Of course, you could not possibly have known.

It's just a great disappointment.

That's hardly the word for it, mate.

You don't know how hard I had to... Nor do I want to know.

I must say, I really am at a loss as to how... Don't

worry, man.

Don't.

I'll be back in 24 hours with the last piece, and it won't be a fake.

24 hours?

I don't follow how you couldn't see.

There's a bloke.

Who can explain?

And it done well better, that's all.

You keep your eye on that.

And I'll see you tomorrow, Mr Boucher.

Excuse me, sir.

Hello. Hello, Dr. Kramer.

Our friend is going after Coleman.

I'll handle it from here.

Are you sure?

Don't worry.

Dave? Yeah, now. Mr. Herbeck and Paul Albrecht.

Interpol lists all four remaining figurines as stolen.

Two from private collectors in New York, Missouri, one from the Orient Museum in

Stockholm, the other from a small London museum.

But here's the kicker.

Each of those museum hits came within 48 hours of a murder.

Sievers and Omata's.

So Honolulu was the end game.

Right. Whoever's got those figurines is going to have an easy time unloading

them. Two years ago, the Indian government put up a reward.

One million dollars to anyone who returns the five pieces of the ring

intact. No questions asked.

No questions asked.

Well, I've got a couple for the Indian consul. For instance, has he been

contacted recently by any bounty hunters?

Let's go.

Dr. Coleman, I want to talk to you in private.

I have an important meeting.

This is more important.

If it has anything to do with a ring, put it out of your mind.

If there are any further complications, I'll handle them myself.

But there are several other matters that I wish to discuss with you as soon as

possible.

All right.

I'll be meeting with the museum trustees most of the afternoon at the chart

house.

So why don't you give me a call at home, say, after 5?

Oh, yes. I have an idea of why you gentlemen are here.

The theft of the Kashmiri figurine. Am I correct, Mr. Margaret?

That is correct.

And I understand that your government has offered a reward of $1 million for

the return of the Kashmiri ring, all five pieces intact.

We have, but I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the details.

Fortunately, our assistant minister for cultural affairs has stopped here for a

brief visit on his way to New York.

I'm sure he'll be able to tell you.

Anything that you might want to know.

Good.

Would you please locate Mr. Bhushan? Yes.

You see, this reward was absolutely our last recourse.

From time to time, we would hear about the sale of one of the Kashmiri

figurines, but the art collectors, the dealers, even the museums refused

to discuss the matter, let alone sending the pieces back to my government.

I understand that, Mr. Bouchon, but your reward may have triggered a murder.

My government would never condone such a thing. I realize that. But you see, you

must understand our desperation.

The Kashmiri ring has immense cultural significance to my country.

It belongs in India, Mr. Magarat.

Of course. Now, you stay close to your phone. You may be getting a call soon.

In fact, I'm surprised that you haven't been contacted already.

Never underestimate the capacity of the open market, Mr. McGarrett. It is

conceivable that this individual chose to make his arrangements elsewhere, at

more profitable terms.

But if contact is made, you will, of course, be notified immediately.

Am I correct, Mr. Bizanti? Of course.

Mr. Bushen, there is a man to see you. His name is Mr. Tanaka and says you sent

for him.

No.

Oh, yeah, of course, of course. This must be my guide.

It is my first visit to your marvelous islands. I want to see as much as

possible before I have to push off.

Is there something else?

No, thank you. That's all for now.

Good-bye.

Thank you.

Nothing bugging you, Steve?

No. Who shot him?

Just can't grab hold of it, but check him out, that'll...

Thank you.

Someone wanted to make Bill sure he stayed down.

Yeah.

What do we got, Chin?

This.

25 caliber, huh? Long way from a Webley.

We know he left for business meeting around 4.30 alone.

HPD received the call at 4.55.

Looks like someone was laying for him.

Steve?

Neighbors give you anything?

Best thing we've got so far is the lady next door says she saw a woman headed

for the house here around 3 o'clock.

Couldn't give any kind of description, though. Didn't pay much attention.

A woman?

Why Coleman, though?

Doesn't fit.

Doesn't fit.

All we know for sure is that there's more to this bag of snakes than meets

the eye.

Coming up.

Oh, yeah, hold on. It's Danny.

Thank you. Yeah, Danno.

He's been here before, Steve.

Once. About six months ago. Full diplomatic shot, supposedly on official

business. But he never bothered to check in with his own consulate. Kind of

strange, huh? Yeah.

What was the exact date of his visit?

February 12th. That was about one week after Coleman bought the fifth figurine

from Marsh.

You think that somebody tipped Bouchon off to the purchase and that's why he

made a secret trip to Honolulu?

Could be.

Okay, Dano, thank you.

All right, what have we got?

Coleman is dead.

Marsh is dead.

Bouchan makes a secret trip to Honolulu last February and doesn't even check in

with his own consulate.

Strange, isn't it?

I wonder why.

You don't mind if I look at this, do you, love?

I don't like being lied to and I don't like being used.

I'll give you this.

You and Bouchan had a ruddy clever plan going.

I'd chase all over the world looking for five figurines while you two lie back

knowing that the fifth one's going to be fake.

And when Bouchan sprang the phony one on me, he knew that I'd go off chasing

Coleman thinking he was the one that had made the switch.

Bloody clever.

And you'd be waiting to do both Coleman and me in and keep our mouths shut

permanently.

I swept blood over those figurines.

And I spilt more of it along the way.

And you and Bhushan are not going to collect my million-dollar reward from

the Indian government. Do you understand me?

I want the fifth figurine, the real one.

And I mean to have it. I really mean to have it, love.

No.

Please.

I'll take you to it.

Right now.

Be my guest.

No sign of her. Nothing on her calendar. Look at that.

Real cozy.

Yeah. Yeah, it smells like conspiracy with a little double cross along the

way.

You go after the lady. I'll try to catch up with Poussin.

It's authentic, Mr. Nichols. Oh, I'm sure it is, love. I'm sure it is.

All right, ring Boucher.

Come on.

Tell him there's been a change in plan.

You have to have your half of the reward money now, today.

You'll meet him at Hanama Point, and you'll give him the last figurine.

Got it?

No, Mr. McGarrett, I haven't. But then I have been away most of the day.

However, if I can be of any help, I would. I certainly do not condone Mr.

Bouchon's actions.

Do you know how we might reach Mr. Bouchon? You just missed him. He asked

me to get a taxi for him, and he left maybe 15, 20 minutes ago.

What cab company?

Moana. May I use your phone? Yes.

Wait for me here, please.

I'll be going on to the airport.

Something is troubling you, my dear?

No.

I don't have time for jokes, Doctor.

Quite right, mate.

Put it in.

Put it in.

Come on, get it in.

It's all over now.

Ha ha ha.

All safe.

We got to thank for that.

How about Krishna?