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(suspenseful music)

(chirping crickets)

(ringing doorbell)

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- Ah, come in, come in.

How nice of you to call, Mr. Tull, isn't it?

I've been expecting you.

- Nice to meet you, Professor Harper.

- How is my old friend, Professor Donleo?

- Well, his family is in Amsterdam these days, you know.

He gave me a little introduction and suggested

I look you up when I was in London.

- Thank you, thank you, why don't you sit down.

- Thank you.

- Oh dear, oh dear.

(light chuckle)

You've said some very flattering

things about me, all quite undeserved.

- Oh, no sir, we are all very conscious

of all the great importance of the work you have been doing.

- I suppose it was rather unusual.

At any rate, the Ministry are delighted with the result.

- You have finished?

- The first draft is ready for the War Office now.

- So, this is the great work.

- Yes.

- And, nobody has seen it?

- Not yet.

- How very exciting.

This has really been a solo effort on your part, Professor.

- No scientist works alone, as you may know, Mr. Tull.

I have called in a specialist for advice.

For instance, I'm most indebted to Mr. Peter Brady.

- The Invisible Man?

- A first class scientific brain.

- From what I hear, Professor,

some countries would give a great deal

to get their hands on this file.

- That may be true.

- Suppose the file was stolen.

- It would be of little use to any ordinary thief.

- I wasn't thinking of an ordinary thief.

- I don't understand.

What are you doing, Mr. Tull?

Give it back or I will call the police.

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No.

(firing gun)

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(loud knocking)

- Yes?

(loud footsteps)

Ah, Brady, glad you could come.

Sit down.

You knew Professor Harper well, didn't you?

- Yes, I work with him, Colonel.

He was a fine man.

This is a terrible business.

How did it happen?

- Someone just walked in and shot him.

- Do you know who?

- I've got a very good idea but

he's already out of the country.

- Who was it?

- Peter Tull, very audacious international spy.

He was in London yesterday.

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- Where is he now?

- Back in Amsterdam.

He's not our only suspect, of course,

but he's the most likely and if he

has a copy of the Professor's draft, we're in real trouble.

You did some of the calculations, didn't you?

- That's so.

- Would you recognize your work?

- Well, of course.

- Listen Brady, we know you're a busy man

but we want you to take a trip to Amsterdam.

- What's the idea?

- Tull's a very experienced

Operator, he may switch documents.

If our agent in Holland can ahold

of them, we want you to inspect them.

You're job is to say their genuine or not.

- Yes, Colonel, I can do that.

- Fine, our agent's already at work,

can you drop everything and leave at once?

- In a case like this, I don't have any option.

- There's a plane leaving on the hour.

Travel in your invisible clothes.

Nobody must know that you've left the country.

- Right.

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(loud shuffling)

(squeaking brakes)

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(ringing phone)

- Good morning, Mr. Tull.

- Any letters for me?

- No.

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- Who are you?

How did you get in?

- With these, I can open most doors.

- What's the idea?

- Ah, you are too quick with your gun, Mr. Tull.

It is not a good sign.

- What do you want?

- An assignment from London.

- So, you are my contact.

You've been very prompt.

- We must move fast, Mr. Tull.

- What are your instructions?

- To contact you, exchange credentials,

save the file and leave alone.

- And then?

- That is all you need know.

You will be paid through the Estro

Timber Company Account as usual.

The documents, if you please.

- Must you be so professional?

It's so rare having the pleasure of

working with somebody so attractive as you.

- Relax, Mr. Tull, there is too much at stake.

- Come on now, there's plenty.

- Will you hurry please with the file

or do I include this in my report?

- You are right, of course.

I will get you Professor Harper's papers.

(ringing phone)

Excuse me.

Hello?

- Is that you, Tull?

I have an alert call for you.

Your contact for this morning has been delayed.

- What did you say?

- Your contact was found unconscious in her hotel room.

Hold the London documents until you hear from me again.

- You are sure there can be no mistake?

- No, there's no mistake.

- I see, thank you, yes I understand.

I'm sorry about that, we better make sure

we're not disturbed while I get the safe open.

(loud shriek)

Who sent you?

Who's your contact?

You're going to tell me.

(firing gun)

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(loud shuffling)

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(ringing phone)

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(loud footsteps)

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- Police!

Police!

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Hey you, come here!

Where are you going, come back here!

I know you!

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She ran down that corridor and out of the building.

She came out of Mr. Tull's room, I recognized her.

She's the girl in the bar.

- What are you talking about?

- There she is in the pub, pretty isn't she?

You can't, that's mine!

- Bring up the magazine, find out who the girl is.

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- Mr. Brady?

- Yes, it's me, take it easy.

- I'm not easily scared but you gave me quite a fright.

- You know then that I'm here to

check Professor Harper's papers.

Where are they?

- I haven't got them.

Something went wrong, I had to kill him.

- You killed Peter Tull?

- Mhmm, I had to or he would have killed me.

- What about the documents?

- They are still in his safe, under the

carpet in his room near the window.

Number five Benim Apartments.

I had to run for it.

I think I was recognized.

- By whom?

- The Porter saw me go out.

I was trying to get the keys of the safe

but Tull had thrown them into the garden.

- Are the police there now?

- Oh, must be.

- Is there anything else to connect you with Tull?

- Oh, yes.

I did not expect there would be any shootings

so I searched his room before he turned up.

I must of left a mess of evidence behind.

I even had a drink.

- Seems you made yourself at home.

- I was not worried about leaving clues behind then.

I knew Tull would never report the loss

of the documents since he had stolen them.

- There's a police car outside.

- But the papers are still in the safe.

You've got to get them out.

(loud knocking)

- [Voiceover] Miss Riden!

- Just one moment, please.

- Listen, I'll rush them.

That'll give you a chance to get away.

- It is no good resisting to police.

I just have to go along.

- They'll take you in for murder.

- In my job, we know the risks we have to take.

(loud knocking)

- [Voiceover] Miss Riden!

- They can't find you here.

You have got to get the documents.

(loud slam)

- Miss Riden.

- Yes?

- We must ask you to come along

with us to police headquarters.

- Oh, why, what is the matter?

- We think you might be able to help us in our

inquiries concerning the death this morning of Peter Tull.

- But, I don't understand.

- Miss Riden, please.

- Yes, of course.

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- Let us assume she was here before him.

She waited there perhaps.

Sitting, looking at the door, expecting him.

Now, here comes Mr. Tull, up to the door, it opens.

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Who did that?

Anyway, Tull comes in,

he's surprised but is he angry?

No.

(laughter)

No, he's not because he offers her a drink.

Right, Sergeant, take the glass.

Now, the girl, was she worried?

No, she was at her ease,

she smokes, traces of lipstick.

Sergeant, analyze.

But, they quarrel, they struggle

on the jacket, some long red hair.

- Red hair?

That's her, that's the girl in the bottle right.

- Be quiet.

Sergeant!

Ah, powder has been spilled during the fight.

Sergeant, collect sample.

Hurry up, can't you?

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She fires, she runs for the door.

Ah, there must be more prints on this handle.

Sergeant, dust it to make sure.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

(ringing phone)

I'll take the call.

Hello, Inspector Strang speaking.

Oh, it's you Superintendent.

You don't have to worry, I'm handling this case personally.

It'll be open and shut.

- I'm sure it will, Inspector.

I just think you ought to know that the girl

you want for questioning has been brought in, Jenny Riden.

She's coming up to my office now.

- I'll be right over.

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(slamming door)

(humming engine)

- Are you sure the name Tull means nothing to you?

- No, I have told you before, I've never heard of it.

- Inspector Strang tells me he

has a complete case against you.

- Ah, Superintendent, I've just come up from the lash.

The report will be ready any minute, go and hurry them up.

- Come inside.

(slamming door)

- Jenny, here.

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- Did you get the key?

- Yes, up out of the garden.

- Good, so you've got the documents.

- No, I had to hide the keys.

The apartment was stiff with policemen.

I came to see if you were alright.

- Aw, Peter, that is very sweet

of you but you musn't waste time.

Go back and the moment they leave, get those documents.

- Leave it to me, Super Indendant.

I'll break this girl down.

We'll have a confession the next maritime.

(loud knocking)

Ah, that'll be the report from the lab.

- Come in.

- Send that girl in, will you?

- Miss Riden.

- Sit down, Miss Riden.

(loud bang)

- Now, we will get the truth.

What's this, impossible.

- What's the matter, Inspector?

- I don't understand.

- Let me see.

Report on item one, no indication

of suspect's prints on door handle.

Item two, no prints on wine glass.

Item three, no prints in room other than Peter Tull's.

In fact, no prints at all.

- Ah, she was wearing gloves.

What about the powder?

Item four, powder found to be mixture of pepper and salt.

- It was powder.

The hair, I found a strand of hair.

- Item five, suspect's hair identified as thread of cotton.

- Cotton, paper and salt?

- What sort of evidence is this?

Is this your whole entire case?

- It's that forensic lab.

They've sabotaged my case, get out!

- I don't want to hear anymore about it, Inspector.

- Inspector, you will apologize.

- Gotham, I can still prove it.

I've got all the evidence I need.

The Porter at the Apotham Block.

A sound and reliable witness.

He saw her with his own eyes.

Yes, Superintendent, I've still got a case.

Get the Porter.

- Right, sir.

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- What are you staring at?

Haven't you seen a key before?

- Here, come back here!

What's going on, what are you doing?

Come back.

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- Half a minute, my girlfriend Doris lives up here.

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- Hi, well, don't just stand there.

Come on in.

You might be useful.

- Doris can open the safe.

- Let's take a look under the carpet.

- That surprise you?

(cheerful music)

Now, let's see, page two, Calculations on Refractions.

Yeah, yeah, that's my work alright.

You didn't know a key could do

calculations on refractions, did you?

- No.

- Back with the carpet.

- Right, off we go.

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Hurry up, or I'll lock you in.

- Hey, what about the?

- Never mind her, come on.

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I feel like celebrating.

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Thanks for all your help.

You can put me back on the pane.

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- Go on, jump.

Go on, do it again.

- Police Inspector wants you down at headquarters.

- Yes.

- I am sorry to keep you, Miss Riden,

but we have one piece of very important evidence to obtain.

(loud knocking)

Come in.

- Porter from Benim Apartments, Inspector.

- Now, we'll see what he's got to say.

- This time, Inspector, I think you may leave it to me.

Tell me, do you recognize this lady?

- Oh yes, that's the lady in the bar.

She came out of the room just after I'd heard the shot, sir.

- You'd swear to that?

- Oh, yes, I'd recognize that lady anywheres.

- There, I told you.

- Well, Miss Riden?

- Well, I.

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- See, Superintendent, I never fail.

A witness, a solid, reliable witness.

- Oh, yes sir, you can rely on me, sir.

I wouldn't.

Oh, how did they do that?

- What?

- Those two pens, that's very clever.

- What's he talking about?

- They danced about, they did, kind of a jig.

- Dance, a jig?

- Yes, just like that key, sir.

The one that opens doors by itself, sir.

- What are you talking about?

- The key to Mr. Tull's apartment, sir.

It jumped down, sir, it talked to me.

It even jumped into my hand, sir.

I brought it with me.

- Porter, what are you doing?

- Now look, sir?

Go on, jump.

- Porter!

- Go on, jump!

- And, this is your solid, reliable witness?

This is the subtotal of your evidence against Miss Riden?

- Come on, do something.

- Take him out.

- Oh, you've done it all before, come on.

- My deepest apologies, Miss Riden.

We have an outrageous mistake.

Anything we can do to compensate?

- Oh, no, that is alright, thank you.

Thank you so much, Inspector.

(opening door)

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(slamming door)

- Oh.

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- I hid the file in here before

I went to police headquarters.

- Did you check it?

- Yes, they're Professor Harper's papers, alright.

- I must get them to England at once

and I must go on my own, according to instructions.

- You go your way and I go mine.

- That is the kind of work it is, Peter.

- Perhaps you'll let me know when you're in London.

- Of course, I will.

- Well, goodbye Jenny.

- Goodbye and thank you for doing the impossible.

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