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Oh, Danny, come and look at this.

Oh, never seen one like that before.

Oh, it's a couple of hundred years old.

Originally, they made them in the form of snuff boxes.

And then that led to this sort of thing.

Wonderful workmanship.

You don't get to today.

People haven't got the time.

Talking of time, Mr. Johnson, you've got a watch in the window I'd like to buy.

Ah, so you're here on business, are you?

I'm not quite ready yet, but I thought maybe you could put it aside for me.

Which is it?

That one.

This one?

Yeah. All right, I'll put it aside for you, and you can save up to buy it.

Thanks very much, Mr. Johnson.

Oh, Danny, if you're going over to the center, tell Miss Trevor that I'll be

over in a minute for the committee meeting, will you? Yes, I'll tell her.

Good. Cheerio. Cheerio.

Sorry, I'm late. My watch stopped.

Still having trouble, Danny? Yes, but I've got behind a new one. Mr. Johnson's

keeping it for me till I've saved up enough money.

I thought you were doing well, with your paper round and the things you pick up

down by the river. It's not easy to save up enough for a new watch.

But when I do get it, I'll always be on time.

Oh, and Mr.

Johnson says to tell you to be right over for the committee meeting.

Thanks, Danny.

So long, ma'am. So long.

Danny!

Hello, Grandpa.

Hello, Danny.

Did you manage to lick the angel street mob?

Two up when I left. Wong Lee was a wizard.

It isn't every team that has a Chinese centre forward, is it?

He's the most.

Clever, these Chinese.

Any luck down by the river? No, tide was wrong.

Business is bad these days.

Not enough jets, am I? Oh, there's plenty of it, but it's the wrong sort.

It gets soggy in the water and you can't flog it.

I'm going down again tomorrow.

Got to make some money real quick.

Big Benny is about at it.

I warned you, didn't I?

Well, I thought it might last until I got me new one.

I've been saving up for it.

Come on, let's get the old girl rubbed down and put her to bed, eh? Indeed.

What about a bit of summer?

I've been saving up for that, too.

Go on, then.

Something wrong, Victor?

No, Miss Trevor.

It's from my girl.

From Violet?

Uh-huh.

She's got tired of waiting for you, and she's coming over to see what you're up

to. That's right.

Well, that's fine. Now you can get married. Well, I haven't really asked

her yet.

Oh, but I thought that... She's just coming to look for a job. She wants me

to meet her, that's all.

As a friend?

Yes, as a friend.

When you told me about her, I thought you were more than friendly.

I love that Joe, Miss Trevor.

Then what's the difficulty?

She's been telling her he's a crane driver.

Now she's going to find out he's just a stooge. Shut up, Joe.

Did you tell her you're a crane driver, Victor?

I will be one day.

Man, you've been working at the docks for two years.

I bet you never even get close to a crane.

How are you going to explain that to Violet?

That's my business.

That's right.

Come on, Joe. I know Violet back home, too, you know.

Maybe she wants someone who can show around the big city.

Someone who can do it right.

You keep away from her.

She don't need your sort. That'll do, boys. We don't want any trouble.

Get wild, Victor. Stop kidding yourself.

Girls are all the same. They all want a good time. I bet I can take Violet from

you any day. What did you say?

Oh, you're just jealous.

You know why?

Because when she hears my money clacking, she comes running.

Look, I'm telling you... Don't clamor, Victor.

She's just a cheap tramp just like the others.

Now I'm going to kill you.

Stop it, both of you. Cut it out, man. Don't you see he's just trying to get

with you? Oh, hello, hello.

What's going on? Mr. Johnson, thank goodness you've come.

Perhaps you can talk some sense into these boys. Take away what you said

about Violet.

I'll ram the words on their throat. No, no, Victor. You don't really mean that,

do you?

Break it up, boys.

Let's all go and have a game of darts.

Another time, Mr. Johnson.

I've got business to do.

Big business.

Business.

Why does he only do business at night?

Ah, that's his own affair, isn't it? It's fellows like him that gets us all a

bad name.

What is all this argument about Violet? Who is she, anyway?

She's Victor's girl.

And she's arriving from Trinidad the day after tomorrow.

Come and talk to me about accommodation, Victor, and we'll see what we can fix

up.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, Miss Trevor.

But don't let Joe Martel know about this.

Or there'll be trouble.

Bad trouble.

One of these days, there'll be something serious between those two.

Oh, they'll soon settle down.

Now tell me, have you got any worries before the committee meeting?

Watch your step.

The cops have got wind of something and they're on the alert.

Maybe we'd better leave it till another time, eh? Shut up and do as you're told.

You're paid to deliver this stuff.

I'll do the thinking, okay?

Okay, Mr. Gow. Right, here's the packet. Now get cracking.

Victor?

Yeah?

Why not hang on and come back to the house and have supper with Ella and me?

No, thanks.

I need some fresh air. I've still got a bad smell under my nose.

Haven't you got over your quarrel with Joe yet?

No. It was all right before.

Now, while it's coming, I'm scared.

When she finds out I lied to her about being a crane driver, maybe she'll want

to go with Joe. Oh, don't fret, Victor. Your girl will soon know who's the best

man. I'm not so sure.

Don't worry, boy. That's up to her. This is a free country.

Free?

That's what Joe thinks.

Hello, boss?

It's Joe.

I'm in bad trouble, boss.

I've been seen.

No, no.

I give him a slip.

You gotta help me, boss.

You just gotta help me.

Hey, you.

Right color, wrong man. I know this one.

Okay, Scarpa. I don't want trouble.

and stay out of it.

There'll be plenty of trouble when you meet this pal of yours. What pal?

Joe Martel? What pal am I? Well, if you see him around, just let us know, will

you? Maybe first I kick his teeth in. I shouldn't do that.

You know what happened when you tried it last time.

Yes, I do.

What's he done?

That's our business.

That's all, Conway.

He's all right.

If I had my way, I'd send a lot of them packing.

I've been looking for you.

So have the police.

I ain't done nothing, boy.

What do you got there?

No concern of yours, son.

Did he fall overboard?

That's what we've got to find out.

Go on, run along then.

Off you go.

Is that Willard's kid? Yes, sir. Do you want to wait with him? No, no, let him

go. Inspector Matheson's on the case.

He'll get what he wants in his own way.

And you haven't seen Conway since yesterday evening?

No, sir.

How do you account for his not turning up this morning? If a man don't turn up

for work, it don't mean he has done a murder.

You both work at Higson's, don't you?

Yes, sir.

I'm an electrician.

Victor Conway is a general hand.

He runs messages and fetches tea from the canteen for the men.

Did he go home with Joe Martel last night?

Nothing of the sort, sir. He leave here with Ella and me.

Joe Martel had been gone some time before.

How long before?

Couple of hours, maybe.

Been on good terms lately?

Come on, man, out with it. Had they been quarreling? Well, they get a bit cross

yesterday. In here?

Yes. What about?

You don't need to pay heed to such things. What about?

Just a girl.

You don't get the wrong idea, Inspector.

She was just a Trinidad girl that both of them knew from way back.

What brought it up?

She's due to arrive tomorrow.

Victor wasn't sure which one she would choose.

Thanks, Bobo. You've been very helpful.

You think Victor Conway killed Joe Martel?

Looks that way.

What do you think?

I think it very foolish to quarrel in front of people with a man you're going

to kill later.

But maybe you think colored men do stupid things, huh?

You made a point there, Bobo.

Thank you, Miss Trevor. Did you find out anything, Inspector?

Things look pretty bad for Conway.

He had a row here last night with Joe Martel. Later, two of our men saw him

down by the river just about the time that Martel must have been killed.

This morning, he disappeared.

or circumstantial evidence.

He's probably hiding because he's frightened he'll be suspected.

Maybe frightened, Miss Trevor, but he's not psychic.

An innocent man doesn't go into hiding before the body's found, before even

anyone knows that a murder's been done.

Well, I know Victor, and I don't believe he did it.

Doesn't help us, Miss Trevor.

We did, in fact.

I'm afraid young Conway's got a lot of explaining to do.

What you got there, nipper?

Got anything to do with you? You're too young to smoke. Give them here.

No. You will if you know what's good for you.

You must have gone in there. Come on.

Take my hand to me. You promised not to cry out.

All right.

Get down there.

You scared of me?

No. Behave yourself. You won't get hurt.

Can I go now?

No.

Why not? You'll bring the police.

Are you scared of the police? Never mind about that.

You got something to eat?

Only a bar of chocolate.

Give it to me.

Crumbs, you're starving.

How long since you ate?

Yesterday.

You've been up here all that time?

That's right.

Hiding from the cops?

Not too many questions.

Why are you hiding? What have you done?

Nothing. Then why don't you go and tell them?

No one will believe me.

How long are you going to stop here?

We're both stopping here. Till tomorrow.

Me too?

Why?

Won't matter if you go to the police after that.

What's happening then?

Got someone to meet.

A girl.

She's coming from the West Indies.

Got to tell her the truth.

And then you're going to the police?

Got no chance on the run.

What do we do for food?

Go without.

Two whole days?

That's right.

If you let me get out, I could bring you some grub.

Just one again, I'll have to infest the police.

That's what they taught you to do, isn't it?

Why are you so scared of going to the police?

I've been in trouble with them already.

My grandfather's a man's innocent.

He's been proved guilty.

Oh, yes?

Well, a colored man's guilty till he's proved innocent.

Got nobody to help me if I give myself up and guess wrong.

Well, I'll help you.

You?

Why? You pulled me up here just now when I was on the run.

Sure.

Saved my own skin.

I'm Danny.

Danny Willard.

What's your name?

You don't trust anyone, do you?

When I first came to this country, I trusted everybody.

Now I don't make so many mistakes.

You think I'll let you down?

All right.

My name's Conway.

Victor Conway.

I work in the ducks.

Oh, you work at Hickson's, don't you?

I've seen you. I've been paper round.

Yeah.

That's right.

Okay, Victor.

I'll bring you some grub.

You won't go away before I get back.

I believe you'll come back when I see you.

You'll see me, all right.

But you know nothing about me.

Yes, I do.

All men that work at the docks are sort of customers of mine.

And a customer's always right.

Be seeing you.

You could help a lot if you wanted to, Willard.

You have your ear close to the ground.

What am I, acting unpaid coppersnark?

There are things about this case we both dislike.

Narcotics boys are watching it.

You mean drugs?

That filthy racket.

We think the dead man may have been a small cog in the machine.

Why don't you get a chap who's controlling the machine?

Instead of the small cogs that are doing his dirty work for him.

It's only by catching the little man we can land the big fellas.

It's more convenient for you to believe that the little men have colored me.

Policeman's a policeman, well out.

Crook's a crook, whatever he's a colonel.

Has it ever been proved that crime's gone up in the areas where these boys

are settled?

That's one of the things we're looking into now.

I know there's a lot of prejudice against them. The faults aren't all on

one side, you know.

These chaps, they come across to London expecting to find the streets paved with

gold. They find they aren't, they get a shock.

They fall for the easy money, eh?

Well, maybe you're right. But I don't think they've got the organisation or

the capital to run a show like this.

Well, perhaps this murder will give us the lead we're after.

Perhaps.

Well, if you come across anything interesting, let me know.

How are we going for our old junk?

You know what, Art?

Sometimes I think we're in the same business.

Oh, Danny, just in time.

Well, Inspector Matheson, what?

You want to know what kind of mischief you've been getting up to? Oh, big

stuff. You know.

So.

Been down by the river this morning?

What's wrong with that?

That depends.

You see anything?

Like what?

Like a man being pulled out of the water.

Oh, you mean a stiff?

Oh, yeah, I saw that.

Blimey, don't say so. It happens twice a day.

Doesn't take much notice.

Something else on your mind?

Can I have a nice sausage, Grandpa?

Well, see, it doesn't push you off your food.

Running makes you hungry.

What made you run?

A couple of boys.

Where? Down by the river.

Uh-huh. What happened? Oh, I lost them. I'll know my way around.

Well, I should keep away from the river for a bit if I was you.

The police are looking for a man.

What sort of man?

West Indian.

Name of Conway.

What do they want him for?

They say it's murder.

Murder?

My guess is that Conway's still somewhere in the district.

He's never been out of it since he first set foot here, so he wouldn't know where

else to go.

It's going to be a tidy job, sir, searching all those old buildings down

on the docks.

Most of them are full of old junk. Get it organized.

Ask the river patrols to cooperate.

Yes, sir.

Something wrong, Danny?

Oh, hello, Grandpa.

So you couldn't keep away from the river, eh?

No, I had something to finish.

Could it have been them sausages you saved from lunch?

What sausages?

There was no good Danny, I saw you.

Now, what's it all about?

Maybe I'll know.

I promised I wouldn't tell no one.

Right, you didn't.

But I can guess. If I guess right, that's different, isn't it?

I shan't give anything away.

Well, you needn't. Just don't worry if I go wrong.

Let me see.

You come across a chap called Conway who's wanted by the police.

He's scared and he's angry.

And you decide to help him to escape.

How are we doing so far?

So far, Danny.

Don't you be ashamed of.

We've all got a soft spot for the chap on the run.

He was so angry.

So you thought you'd take him some food.

But you didn't know then that he was wanted for murder.

It's all right. I've thought it all out.

Victor Conway didn't kill anyone.

The police are after the wrong man.

How do you know?

He said so.

What else would you expect a murderer to say?

I believe him.

Then why is he running away?

He says the police don't believe a colored man.

Maybe he's worried because he's guilty.

No, he's got someone to meet tomorrow.

A girl. He's going to tell her, then he's going to go to the police.

He does, does he?

That was a different complication on these.

All right, Daddy.

Take me to him.

I promised I wouldn't tell anyone where he was.

All right.

Let's go back to the game, shall we?

He was going in that direction when I saw you. Now, what's up there? Nothing

much. It's old Peterson's paint shop and the old deserted warehouse.

Okay, Grandpa.

But if I take you there, you'll have to promise not to give him away.

No promises. Then it's no deal.

If I think he's innocent, I'll help him for 24 hours.

If not... I'll hand him over to the police.

I gave my word.

What's the matter?

You said he was innocent, didn't you?

Afraid to put him to the test?

I suppose not.

Come on, then. We'd better hurry or the police will get there first.

They don't go to sleep in a job like this, you know.

Let me go first.

He scares awful easy.

All right. I'll wait here.

Didn't you know it was me?

Just wanted to make sure you'd come alone.

You don't trust me yet, do you? Nobody trusts me.

Because you're a West Indian.

How did you know I was a West Indian?

The police say you are. You've been talking to the police? No, but my

grandfather hasn't. He told me. What did they say?

They say you killed a man.

Yeah. See?

I wasn't wrong.

Look, you can't stop here. The police are going to search the old riverside.

I've got to get out of here.

They won't get here yet. Maybe my grandfather can think of something.

Did you tell her about me?

He guessed.

He's outside.

Can I bring him in?

What does it matter?

Tell him the truth.

He knows all the answers.

Here's the grub.

Thank you.

Grandpa!

Here he is, Grandpa.

Victor, this is my grandpa.

I thought it was a little harder as you got here.

I didn't know where to go.

It was dark and I was frightened.

Why? They say I shot a man.

How did you know he was shot?

I was there when it happened.

But you didn't do it?

No.

And who did?

I don't know.

He fought.

Just as he quarreled.

It was a shot and he fell.

And you didn't see who fought?

No. It was too dark.

It's a very feeble story, isn't it, Jeff?

Grandpa!

Shut up, Danny. You don't believe me.

Like the rest.

That's why I'm hiding.

The police will catch up with you.

They always do.

After tomorrow, it won't matter.

Oh, tomorrow you're going to see someone.

A girl.

From Trinidad.

I see.

I've got to tell her the truth.

You mean you don't want her to arrive expecting to see you, only to find that

the police have arrested you for murder?

I must meet her.

I've given her my promise.

You think you can walk into Waterloo Station in broad daylight while half the

cops in London are looking for you?

I can only try.

Well, suppose you do talk to her.

Why should she believe you?

You were seen with Martel soon before he was killed.

You was there to quarrel with him.

And after he was killed, you ran away.

I didn't kill Joe Martel.

The evidence is against you.

I believe him. Do you?

Yes.

So do I.

Good old grandfather.

That's why.

That's what I like about you, Victor.

You're not trying to be smart.

Even a poor liar would have thought out a better story than yours.

So you'll help him?

We'll have to think about that one, Danny.

You see, if we help you, it makes us accessories after the fact.

Don't want to cause trouble.

We'll have to see what we can do about keeping you in cold storage till after

tomorrow.

There won't be.

Try these for size.

Thank you, Daddy.

Like a glove.

Bit of a worn-out glove, I'm afraid.

Nice shoes to be in.

What's it like, where you come from?

Lots of sunshine and color, but little money.

Why'd you come here?

Over here, there's lots of work in England.

We're British, so we come.

When we get here, we find things not as good as they told us.

Now, wait a minute, Victor.

Money's got to be earned, you know. Here, just the same as anywhere else.

If you chaps will come out here expecting something for nothing, you've

got a lot of disappointment to say.

We don't want something for nothing, Mr. Willard.

It's only that we want a good job, earn a decent living.

There's not too much to ask, is there?

I guess not, Victor.

There's a lot of you people over here just now, you know.

It takes time to get things ship-shaped.

You have to stop being so touchy if one man says anything silly.

You only hear the ones with the loud mouths, you know.

In time, you get to know what the rest of us are thinking.

I guess you're right, Mr. Willard.

It's only that I came with such big hopes, I guess.

Yeah, and you finish up in a junkyard.

Well, a junkyard's not a scrap heap.

That's the spirit, Victor. There's a customer for everything.

Even for me.

Police. Oh, Danny and I'll look after that when the time comes, won't we,

Danny? You bet.

Now, about this girl you're going to meet, Victor.

Tomorrow, isn't it?

That's right.

Waterloo Station.

I must be there. No, not you, Victor.

Danny and me.

We'll bring you here to see you.

Then we'll take you to Miss Trevor.

And you go to the police.

Okay? As you say, Mr. Burr. Have you got a photograph of her, Victor? Yes.

Right. Danny and me will go and meet this chap.

Violet's in there, isn't he?

Yes.

Violet.

Very nice.

Here you are, Danny.

Take a good look at that.

You write her a letter, Victor, telling her who we are.

Police! Here, get in here, quick.

How do you think?

Inspector Matheson!

Oh, we are popular today. Come in.

Thanks.

I just dropped by to see if you'd picked anything up.

Such as a diamond tiara.

Such is a line on the business we were discussing earlier.

Not a bird's whisper. Sorry.

What about you, Danny?

Have you come across anything interesting?

No, business is bad.

I'm saving up for a new watch, but it's taken so long, I thought I'd better try

and repair Big Ben.

Let me see.

Yes.

The escape wheel's missing the discharging pellet.

I didn't know you knew about watches.

Oh, yes.

He knows all about time.

Let me have it over the weekend and I'll see what I can do with it. Thank you,

Mr. Matheson. If you're passing the station after your paper run tomorrow

night, drop it in then.

Give us a ring fast. Here's the number. Okay, Tom.

Oh, and, uh, Willard, if you do pick up anything a bit out of your ordinary line

of business, don't forget I'm interested.

I might be able to give you a bit of advice about how to get rid of it.

I'll remember that, Inspector.

It's all right, Victor. You can come out now.

I must get away.

If they find me, I'll get in a lot of trouble.

They won't find you here. You're going to spend the night in that shed across

the yard.

If they pick you up there, we won't know nothing about it.

It's all clear.

Danny will show you the way. Right. Thank you, Mr. Miller.

Oh, you.

Victor sent me.

Isn't Victor here?

They're going to take you to him, miss. This is my grandfather. I'm Danny.

Welcome to London.

You're very kind.

Danny, take the ladies, please.

Quick, Farley, get back in. But where's Victor? I'll explain later.

Danny, take her to Miss Trevor's.

To the Caribbean Centre.

Hello, Willard.

Been waiting to see you. Oh, I'm sorry, Inspector.

What's cooking?

You appear to have had a visitor.

What? For some country coming to you.

It's a big thing when they start breaking into junkyards.

This wasn't a burglar.

Oh, you gave me a hard fight. We think it's a murderer.

All right, I'll buy it.

Who was he?

Slipped away before we got here.

Oh, so you just guessed it.

Do possible best work, that way.

Wonderful imagination, you know.

Comes from mixing with the wrong company.

So you think this is funny, all right, huh?

I tell you, it's a very serious business.

We've a good idea that Conway spent the night here.

He did?

Yeah, some shank over there.

What would you think of looking for him here?

Just a hunch.

You see, we have an idea that these colored bars are being used as postmen

in the narcotics racket.

Postmen? They bring the stuff ashore in, say, cigarette packets.

Are you talking about Martell or Conway?

Both, maybe.

Well, do you know what I think, Inspector?

I think you need your brains tested.

All right, well, if you don't want to cooperate, we'll go our own way.

It may take some time, but we usually get there just the same.

That's what I like about you boys. So ruddy optimistic.

Now, is there anything else I can do for you? That's all for now. I'll be back

later.

I'll put the kettle on.

Now, you mustn't upset yourself, Violet. I know you've had a nasty shock. But

you'll feel better when you've had a cup of tea and a rest. I want to see Victor.

So you shall.

Very soon.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to learn about it like this.

I tried to meet you at the station, but I must have missed you in the crowd.

I looked and looked for Victor, but when he didn't come, I knew something bad had

happened. Now, you mustn't think that things are worse than they are.

I don't believe that Victor killed Joe Martel, nor do the rest of his friends.

But where is he?

I must find him. Yes, of course.

We've got to get you settled first.

When Victor got your letter, I told him I'd arrange accommodation.

I fixed you up with two of his friends.

Ella? Yes?

Ella, this is Violet.

I want you to take her home and show her her room.

Never mind about finishing up here. We can manage. Yes, and I'll get my things.

Well, take Violet with you. I want a word with Danny. All right. Come on

then, Violet.

Poor girl, what a welcome.

It's lucky you found her and brought her here, Danny.

When I heard her asking for Victor, I thought it was the best thing to do.

Thanks, Danny. You've been very helpful.

By the way, you left a crime trail behind you the other night.

I did?

Yes, you dropped this.

Oh, cool, thanks. I was wondering where it had gone.

Exciting, wasn't it?

You ready?

Every word.

But I think the bit where the heroine dropped a knotted handkerchief out of

the window as a signal was a bit far-fetched. I guess people do funny

things when they're in a jam.

I keep forgetting it stopped.

How's the fun for the new one going?

A bit slow, but I'll get it in time. Well, here's a small contribution.

Oh, no, I couldn't. Come on, it's an investment to make sure I get my papers

on time.

Gee, thanks, Miss Trevor.

Victor!

Victor, wait!

Keep away from me.

But, Victor, I want to... I told the police I hid in the shed. It's not true.

It's not. I want to help you.

I don't need your help.

But why did he think we told the police about him?

If he wanted to do that, we could have told Inspector Matheson when he came

last night.

When a man's scared and he thinks everyone's against him, he doesn't stop

to reason things out, Danny.

Don't take it too hard.

You still think he told us the truth, Grandpa?

Don't you?

I mean, he couldn't do anything like... Like what?

Like stealing.

Stealing.

What do you get there, boy?

Nobody said nothing about him stealing anything, have they?

I guess not.

What's on your mind, Eddie?

Better tell me.

There was a packet of cigarettes in the shack.

I picked them up down by the river yesterday.

I put them in the shack to dry.

Well? They're not there now.

Why didn't you tell me you'd picked them up?

It didn't seem important at the time.

And I wanted to flog them to get a bob or two for me new watch.

Funny, you know.

This may be exactly what the police are looking for.

Now, Daddy, tell me where you find them. I'm trying to remember exactly what they

look like.

I want you to say hello to your new auntie who's coming to live with us.

Come on, say hello.

Hello. Hello, Janice.

Janice and Victor is great friends.

I reckon he's told her about you.

You don't think he killed you?

Of course not. Stop fretting. You just got to bear up till it's all sorted out.

You think they quarrel because I come?

Could be. They're both mighty keen on you.

You always want what Victor got, and when he get it, he don't want it. Well,

that's all over now.

The first thing we got to do is to get you earning your living.

I must start that pretty soon.

Tomorrow you go down to the employment exchange.

Bobo will tell you what to do.

When you have a job, you belong somewhere.

Must be a fine thing to belong somewhere.

Hello, Janice.

Janice.

Janice.

Janice, remember me.

Yeah. Will you do something for me?

Yeah.

Give us two smiles.

Don't forget.

No.

Well, I'm glad you came along to make a clean burst of things.

Now I'll tell you something.

Conway didn't take your cigarettes, Danny. I did.

You, Inspector Matheson?

I searched the shack, came across them, jumped to the conclusion that Conway had

put them there, but now it seems to belong to someone else.

A dead man? Martell?

Could be, if Danny fished them out the river.

Did you find out anything?

Yes. Inside the carton, I found this white envelope.

The powder it contains may give us a lead we're looking for.

Do you still suspect, Victor?

There's a lot to explain.

Now, let this be a lesson to you, lad. You knew half the facts.

So did I.

Both facts look pretty bad for Conway.

Until they were put together, and then the balance seemed to be in his favor.

What do you make of that?

You mean, if Victor came and told you his story... Just that.

Now, if you know where he is... I wish I did.

I suppose you've got a man tailing the girl, Violet.

What do you think?

I think if you had the sense to call him off, you'd have Conway here in a couple

of hours.

How do you make that out?

He only wants to see her to tell her his story.

Then he was coming to you anyway.

Can't risk it.

Inspector, there's been a man killed already.

I'll be sorry to see someone else die.

All right, Willard.

I'll do it your way.

I hope you guessed right.

Read all about it? Sensation?

Don't tell me the menace of seven dials has been seen in Dockland. I've got a

stiff neck from looking over me shoulder.

If you want any help, drop a knotted handkerchief.

What's the matter, Danny?

Nothing. It doesn't matter.

But it does.

I'm very interested.

I can't stop now. I've got to leave me papers.

Hello? Is that you, Grandpa?

Well, I'd just seen a packet of those cigarettes.

In the Caribbean Centre.

On Miss Trevor's desk.

Martel used to go there, didn't he?

I reckon it's jolly important.

Don't you think we ought to tell the inspector?

You get on with delivering your papers, Danny.

And leave the police to work out their own problems.

If it'll make you any happier, I'll drop by and have a word or two with Miss

Trevor.

I'm sure she got those cigarettes in a very ordinary way.

You sit down.

Thank you.

He was here a short time ago, and I thought his manner was a little strange.

Was that when you pulled out the cigarettes?

That's right.

How did you know?

Were these the ones?

Yes. Excuse me.

Spanish, aren't they?

Yes. Mr. Johnson buys them from the seamen who come into his shop.

Why?

Joe Martella had a carton of these on him the night he was killed.

I'm afraid I must be very dense, but I don't see what a packet of cigarettes

can have to do with a murder.

Well, the police think that he was acting as what's known as a postman, and

that the carton also contained narcotics.

Do you mean that Danny put two and two together and thought that I was running

a racket for peddling dope?

I suppose he did.

Is that what you think?

No. Not you, Miss Trevor.

Then... You suspect Mr. Johnson?

That's ridiculous.

I expect so.

But he may be able to give us a lead by telling us where he got the cigarettes.

He may not give you a very polite answer if you ask him.

Why should I ask him?

I'll let Inspector Matheson do that.

Do you mind if I show him these?

Yes, of course.

Mr. Johnson.

It's impossible.

Hello, Danny boy.

Have you come to pay for that watch I'm holding for you?

Not yet, Mr. Johnson.

I think it's coming.

A bit slow, like Big Benny.

But I should have the money soon.

That's the spirit. Keep at it.

I suppose I couldn't have another look at the new one.

No, not just now, Danny.

I've got a customer. Run along.

Okay.

I opened my mouth a bit trouble.

Oh, yes, there'll be trouble, all right, for you.

Not for me. For you.

Go on, girl.

You interest me.

I'm thinking of Joe Martel.

He came on board the night he was killed.

I talked to him. That's so. What did he tell you?

He was scared the police were on to him.

He talked about leaving the country.

Joe Martel had no guts. You're no different, Mr. Johnson.

Put a bullet in him. Let him die in the mud.

Now you're talking nonsense. I've got a perfectly sound alibi.

Then you wouldn't be interested in buying this?

Where did you get that? In the mud.

I had a hunch that Joe Martel would get himself into trouble, so I followed him.

I saw you take care of him, so I waited to pick up the gun.

The barrel marking should prove interesting.

If you know so much about it, why don't you go to the police?

Thought you would pay more.

Too deep in to turn informers, is that it? Not as deep as you, Mr. Johnson.

Ain't it worth a hundred to get the gun back?

You can trust me.

Nobody'd take any notice of me without the gun.

I'm sailing tonight.

You'd better.

I'm not Joe Martel, Mr. Johnson.

I'll keep my mouth shut.

But don't you try anything.

Go.

Don't come back.

Or it'd be the worst for you.

Hello, Danny.

What are you after?

Are you trying to break in to get that watch of yours?

No, Mr. Johnson.

Well, don't look so frightened. That was only pulling your leg.

Let's go inside and see if we can get a cigar for your grandfather.

But I can't, mate. I've got the papers in it. It won't take a minute. Come on.

It won't take a minute.

Sit down, Danny boy.

Well, if you don't mind, sir, I've got to deal with my papers.

That's all right. The news will keep.

Now, let's see what we've got.

Give a cigar to your grandfather with my compliments.

Thank you very much, sir.

Maybe you'd like some cigarettes as well.

What's the matter?

Ever seen a packet like that before?

Yes, sir.

Where?

In the shops.

But these are Spanish cigarettes. They don't sell them around here.

Danny, I want the truth.

You were looking for the window downstairs just now, weren't you?

Yes, I looked, but I couldn't hear properly.

What did you hear?

Well, I know you give a lot of cigarettes to the club next door, but it

seems that the sailor was trying to sell you some cigarettes and was charging you

too much.

Hmm. I see.

Wait a minute.

I'm back.

come round at once to Mr. Johnson's shop.

It's next to the Caribbean Centre.

Please hurry.

Why, what's the matter?

I'm sure he killed Martel.

I'm in his office and he won't let me go.

You're quite right, Danny.

He won't.

Mr. Johnson?

Mr. Johnson?

Did you want me?

Yes. I'm rather worried.

What's the matter?

It's these police inquiries.

I want to talk to you about Martel.

Yes, well, I've got to rush off just now, but you stay here. I'll be right

back. Will you be long?

No, no time at all.

Trev, I'm going to the police.

Victor, I think Danny's in danger.

Matthew Johnson's got him in his car. Matthew Johnson?

He killed Martel. Which way do they go?

Towards the river.

All right.

He's got a boat by Hickson's Wharf. You tell the police. I'll try and stop him.

Thank you, Denny.

Gee, thanks, Victor.