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Ah, school days.

The happiest days of one's life.

I was a carefree, innocent lad in those far-off times.

Only one thing clouded my youthful spirits:

my abominable headmaster.

Really, all I did was to put an electric charge in his fountain pen

and an explosive in the inkpot.

I honestly only intended to humiliate him.

However, that got rid of him,

and it also disposed of any doubts I may have had about my true vocation.

Connoisseurs will no doubt recall my first triumph:

the affair of Alfred Hagenheim.

It is my proud privilege, gentlemen,

to announce a dividend of 150%

on the ordinary shares.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

After that, I went from strength to strength,

but I always applied one rigid principle.

I only accepted assignments against the so-called great:

those overblown balloons who just cry out to be popped.

I was glad to offer myself as a humble pin,

at a reasonable price.

Everyone blamed the referee, of course.

In fact, the more self-important my victims were,

the greater my joy, so to speak, in making the punishment fit the crime,

and in 1939, I achieved my supreme masterpiece.

On the duration of the war, I retired. The competition was too fierce.

I became a clockmaker, happily restoring antique clocks

until, one day, through an exiled friend from the Levent,

I obtained what promised to be a most exhilarating assignment.

Sir Gregory Upshott, Bart. Merchant, banker, and politician.

I spent, I suppose, some of the best years of my life in the Middle East,

a great many of them in the territory

which is the object of my forthcoming visit.

As a youthful Orientalist...

How boring these public figures usually are.

I could scarcely have managed to keep awake at all

but for the knowledge that I was listening.

These certain parties in the Middle East were determined

that Sir Gregory should never, never get there.

If the right kind of investment

can buttress the forces of law and order there,

then I shall return home a happy man, perhaps to retire.

- No, no. - Yes, yes.

- No. - Yes.

To retire, to disappear,

this time, finally, from the public scene.

If I can help to bring about a new settlement...

- Hello. Everything all right? - All right, Mr Margate.

- Thirty bob, all told. - Thank you.

I played it back. The quality's okay.

- Dull speaker though, isn't he? - Yes, he is a bit, isn't he?

Now that there's a lot in here to interest my Middle East customers. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr Margate.

Next, for the final call on Marigold.

Marigold was Sir Gregory's secretary.

At the cost of a small bag of breadcrumbs,

I had contrived a scrape acquaintance with her

while feeding the ducks in St James' Park.

Ah, dear Marigold,

spinning dizzily from my masterful approach,

had already told me that Sir Gregory was slipping off that weekend

to a hotel called The Green Man at Newcliffe,

and that he would not be unaccompanied.

It only remained for me to garner the last-minute details.

Oh, Harry! It's an engagement ring.

Oh, it's beautiful.

- Permit me, my dear. - Oh!

Oh, I can hardly believe it.

Just think, in three weeks' time, I shall be Mrs Hastings.

- Mrs Harry Hastings.

She had a sharp eye for scandal, and I had no difficulty at all

in obtaining the final details of Sir Gregory's movements

from then until his departure for The Green Man.

I've spotted her.

- Which one? - The fourth from the left.

That's right. That's Joan. How did you guess?

I'd know Sir Gregory's type anywhere.

And he's picking it up in Tooting on his way down there.

Outside Woolworth at 7:00.

Oh, no, not outside Woolworth at 7:00.

How on earth do you find out these things?

Well, I can't shut my eyes and ears to everything, can I?

Sir Gregory's back. I'll have to go.

- Tomorrow. - Yes, tomorrow.

Hello, Mrs Bostock.

Mr Hastings, the police sergeant's here, sir.

- Eh? - Sergeant Bassett, sir.

Of course, this is Friday.

I'd forgotten all about him. Is he...

- Yes, I put him in there, sir. -ls McKechnie still here?

He's been here since lunchtime working on that magistrate's clock.

Ah, yes, that magistrate's clock.

- Hello, Sergeant. - Good evening, sir.

- Look, I hope I haven't kept you waiting. - Ah, you've not kept me waiting, sir.

I just want a quick word with my mechanic,

so by the time you've put out the board and set out the men, I'll be with you.

- How are you? - Fine, thank you, sir.

Good, good. I'll be with you in a moment.

I thought you'd have finished that hours ago.

It takes time.

Nobody's going to look at it through a microscope.

Anything that's worth doing is worth doing well.

You know, it's that fearsome combination of eager beaver and Scots non-conformist

that makes your company so hard to bear, Angus.

We won't have to put up with each other much longer.

Here, protect the machine,

and I'll be back to time it as soon as I get rid of Sergeant Bassett.

You've not got him here tonight?

Well, as a matter of fact, I have.

To tell you the truth, I forgot all about him.

But to calm your fears, Angus, I'll let him checkmate me in five minutes.

Right, Sergeant.

Yes, of course. You're white this time, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

Let me see.

Right.

Sorry, Sergeant.

- Hello? - Harry?

I must see you at once.

Oh, must you?

Look, just hold on a minute, will you?

Harry? Harry!

Sergeant.

It's a darling old menace of an aunt of mine.

She's in a terrible flap because--

I think I better talk to her upstairs. Please excuse me.

Don't mind me, sir.

Just hold on the merest jiffy, my dear, and I'll be with you.

Harry- Harry?

Harry?

- Oh, dear, dear. Oh, yes. - Harry? Harry?

Yes, this is what she wants.

Have you moved, Sergeant? Yes, I see you have.

Well, there's something for you to think about.

I won't be a moment.

Harry? Harry!

- Harry! - Now, then, my dear.

I want you to tell me why you were making notes about--

about Sir Gregory's movements tonight.

What?

What was that, my love? I-- I don't quite follow.

There happened to be a loose carbon amongst the typing paper

and it came through.

What? Came through? One moment, my heart's delight.

Harry!

Harry, tell me.

Harry!

Yes, my love. Now, what were you saying?

I've got the copy in my hand now.

Yes, so have-- Have you really?

I can't help thinking, ever since we first met...

you've been pumping me about Sir Gregory.

Listen, my angel heart, you're being fanciful.

Why on earth should I want to do a thing like that?

It's been happening ever since that first day in St James' Park

when my breadcrumbs ran out.

Light of my heart,

how can you say a thing like that and in a tone like that?

I was delighted when your breadcrumbs ran out

because it gave me an opportunity of talking to you, Marigold.

Then why did you make those notes about Sir Gregory?

There is an explanation.

Well, what?

Hmm...

But don't you see, I'd much rather believe you than--

than go to the police.

The police?

You must be joking, Marigold, and not in the best of taste.

What can our little courtship have to do with the London constabulary?

Harry, I've got to see you. I'm coming down to see you.

Yes, do that. Do that, my love, and I'll set your fears at rest.

Shall we say lunch tomorrow?

I can't wait. I just couldn't rest.

I'm leaving at once. The house is Windyridge, isn't it?

Yes, yes, Windyridge, but my--

Marigold?

Sergeant.

This is terrible. Auntie's gone and got herself

into a frightful state over nothing at all.

But now she's insisting on coming round hereto see me.

Well, it won't take long to finish the game, sir.

I've thought up a couple of moves that are gonna baffle you.

Er, she won't be here for a few minutes, will she?

No, no, no. We've time for this game, eh?

- But if you don't mind, just the one. - Hmm.

Now...

what am I to do?

Wait a minute.

Of course.

That's what I'll do.

- Sergeant? - Hmm?

With all this excitement, I've forgotten the drinks.

Carry on, Sergeant.

Oh, Mrs Bostock, I shan't want you any more this evening.

No, no, you can go now, if you like.

Oh, thank you, sir.

- That's right. Off you go. - Thank you.

There's nothing to worry about. The place is empty.

- They haven't moved in yet. - But supposing Marigold--

Engage in conversation and then do just as I told you.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

Well, well, well. Here we are again.

Pretty chime that clock's got, sir. You make it yourself?

Yes, Sergeant. It's a Marie-Antoinette.

And now came the turning point of my story.

When Fate takes a hand,

she sometimes chooses the meanest instruments for her purpose.

A hot cinder unseated William the Conqueror.

A surfeit of lampreys polished off King John.

I collected a stray non-entity called William Blake.

- Thank you, sir. - Huh?

- Good evening, Mr Bostock. - Huh?

Just as I go to knock at the door, you open it.

Eh, telepathy. I'm glad we're on the same beam.

Oh, the drawing room, I take it?

Hey! Come back here.

Just moving in, I see. Ideal.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

- I have an appointment with Mrs Bostock. - Eh?

Windyridge, Hilcot Road, correct?

She must've forgotten.

Oh, but she arranged a demonstration with me.

She saw our latest model on the TV, sprang to the telephone, and here I am.

I represent The Little Wizard of the Carpet.

Here, my card.

Uh, vacuum cleaner, eh?

I'm very sorry. I'm extremely busy today.

This is just the machine for the busy man.

The whole thing assembles in 25 seconds.

If I can get it out...

I... said I'm busy.

Oh, uh, may I explain?

The ordinary cleaner sweeps as it cleans.

The superior cleaner beats as it sweeps as it cleans,

but the electro-broom, The Little Wizard of the Carpet,

it disinfects as it beats as it sweeps as it cleans,

thanks to our new inbuilt germicidal deodorant.

I'm sure Mrs Bostock will see you tomorrow.

Oh, perhaps you'd like to read this pamphlet.

It gives five unreasonable answers of--

unanswerable reasons, I mean, of why you should choose our machine.

I'm not interested.

- Oh, but you just said Mrs Bost0ck-- - I don't care what I said.

I'm not interested.

At times like this, I say to myself,

what would be the point of having learned to overcome sales resistance

if there were no sales resistance to overcome?

How long will you be here?

The electro-broom is noted

for its extreme ease and rapidity of assembly.

HOW long?

In fact, the whole thing assembles itself. When you understand it.

I've only been at this job a week.

- How long? - How long? Five minutes.

L-- I've got a crate to unpack. I-- I'll be back.

Oh, right, fine. Right you are, Mr Bostock.

No need to fear for your brand-new house rug, Mr Bostock.

Ten seconds and it's in the bag.

Point, point.

This reminds me of the classic story, Mr Bostock,

of the vacuum cleaner salesman who smothered a new carpet with soot

and then actually found there was no electricity laid on.

Flaughs]

Mr Bostock, why didn't you tell me there was no elec--

Mr Bostock?

Yeah.

'Fihud] - Om

Who are you? What are you doing here?

I represent The Little Wizard of the Carpet.

You asked me to call. Six o'clock, remember?

I did?

You are Mrs Bostock, aren't you?

No.

Oh, then you wouldn't know. I made an appointment with Mrs Bostock.

Who's Mrs Bostock?

Don't you know?

I've never heard of her in my life.

She asked me to call and demonstrate a vacuum cleaner.

I'm afraid you've come to the wrong house.

But I took down the address. Windyridge.

This is Appleby.

Oh, I see what's happened. You've come to the wrong house.

Don't be silly. Do you think I don't know my own house?

- Your house? - Of course.

Are you sure? I mean, all the houses in this road are pretty much alike.

Look here, I live here.

At least, I shall start doing so next month.

This is our furniture, our carpet--

Oh!

Are you responsible for this?

Well, only indirectly.

You see, I was going to give a demonstration,

but there was no electricity.

You've ruined my house rug!

Oh, that'll be perfectly all right, but are you sure'?

I mean, absolutely sure? I'm certain I saw Windyridge.

That's easily settled. The name's hanging over the door.

Yes, I noticed that as I came in.

Exactly. Appleby.

Apart from the fact that the customer's always right,

I very much dislike having to prove a lady wrong,

especially on so short an acquaintance.

- Get a brush. Sweep it up. - Hmm.

Oh, I see. I've walked right into the trap, haven't I?

Hmm?

Well done, my dear fellow. It's a masterpiece.

- I should have resigned long ago. - What?

- Obviously, now I have no alternative. - What?

Well, look at my king. It's en prise. My rook's smothered by your bishop.

My queen is trapped. There's nothing I can do, nothing at all.

It's obviously mate in eight moves.

- Mate in eight moves? - Mate in eight, Sergeant. Congratulations.

I'm awfully glad we had time for that one game.

It really was superbly thought out.

Well, as a matter of fact, sir, it did take a bit of concentration.

- It surely did. - Oh, just a moment, sir. My matches, sir.

Got a match? I've got a match.

At least I think I... I'm sure I had them.

Oh, here we are, Sergeant. You've got a light.

Ah.

You blunder into the wrong house.

You don't even bother to find out if the electricity's on.

If I had any sense, I'd call in the police.

My gosh, I forgot. You should.

What are you talking about?

Blood.

What?

There's some more on the piano stool.

- Are you certain? - Yes.

But it can't be. Not here.

Not in Turnham Green.

Well, murders have to happen somewhere.

Murder?

Oh, no.

I'm sure there's some perfectly simple explanation.

- There always is. - Maybe.

But supposing I was right and it did say "Windyridge" on this house.

Supposing somebody changed the names over.

- But why? - To decoy the victim here.

The victim, if there is one, intended to call at Windyridge.

Somebody made the change.

Probably the man who let me in.

Yes.

Somebody must have let you in.

Yes, somebody did. A paunchy sort of man with glasses.

But why should he choose this particular house?

Unless it's because we haven't moved in yet.

"We"?

- Myself and my fiancé. - Ah.

We shan't be living here until after our wedding.

- How refreshing. - What?

Yeah, I mean-- Well, it's quiet here, isn't it?

- You're not suggesting-- - I'm not suggesting anything, but--

Oughtn't we to look?

I think we should. Are the rooms upstairs furnished?

Next Friday, as usual, Sergeant.

- Yes, indeed. - Wonderful game.

Thank you. Wonderful game there.

Wonderful.

No bride in the bath, that's a relief.

- Let's try the bedrooms. - All right.

A child of ten could have understood what I asked you to do.

You simply had to slip the stuff into Marigold's drink.

She wouldn't take any refreshment.

So you hit her in the head.

- If my best isn't good enough for you-- - Your best?

It's a wonder you didn't hit him in the head.

Why couldn't you buy his vacuum cleaner and get rid of him?

- I gave it my serious consideration. - You panicked!

Now we're in the ludicrous position of having a--

having a vacuum cleaner salesman on our hands, as well as a girl.

And a fellow who looks as though he's come about the insurance.

Must be the new occupant. He can't be from the police.

Anyway, I'm going down to time that recording.

You get upstairs and pack those bags and don't leave anything lying around.

Ann?

- You hear something? - Yes.

_Ann? {Spring pops]

Reginald!

Ann, what on earth are you doing under the bed?

Oh, Reginald, you're just in time.

Just in time? What are you talking about--

May I explain, sir?

Ann, what the devil's all this?

Who is this fellow, and what are you doing under the bed with him?

Well, I came here to demonstrate a vacuum cleaner.

- Under the bed? - Well, we have attachments to cover that.

We were only hiding, Reginald.

- From me? - No, him.

- Who? - Mr Bostock.

Yeah, not that he really is Mr Bostock, of course.

- Because it's the wrong house. - That's right.

But whoever it was, we think he did it.

Did what? Have you gone out of your mind?

Reginald, there's been a murder.

Murder? Where?

- Here, we think. - Oh, rot.

But how can you say that when you haven't even heard his story?

Ann, please. Exactly what is your story now?

- Well-- - This is my fiancée,

- Reginald Willoughby-Cruft. - Yes.

- I don't know your name. - William Blake. How do you do?

- How do you do? - I'm Ann Vincent.

- How do you do? - Well?

Well, we believe the name of this house has been changed with that of Windyridge

to decoy the victim here, hence the blood.

Blood? Where?

- Downstairs, on the carpet. - Downstairs, on the carpet.

- There. - And there's some more on the piano stool.

And that's not all, Reginald. He found a man here.

Pretending to be Mr Bostock.

He wasn't actually Mr Bostock, of course,

because the real Mr Bostock would be Mrs Bostock's husband,

if she has one alive,

which naturally we don't know as we've never met her,

but she might have, in which case,

there would be two of them, but only one real one.

I really can't bring myself to ask you to say that all over again, Ann.

- This is not yours, I take it? - No.

- What are you going to do, Reginald? - Nothing at all.

I've never heard such howling nonsense.

These things simply do not happen, Mr Blake.

No? Don't you ever read the newspapers?

In my position, that's scarcely necessary.

Reginald is an announcer on the BBC.

I thought your voice was familiar.

The explanation is perfectly simple.

Is that your car parked beyond the bus stop?

- Yes. - There you are, you see.

You saw Windyridge above the house next door as you drove up,

then you walked back down the road into the wrong house.

- But I'm absolutely-- - Ann, who would have been in this house,

aged somewhere between 30 and 40, middle-sized,

and lines his hat with a copy of Exchange and Mart?

Now think carefully, Ann. What does that suggest to you?

- Hackett. - Precisely.

Our charwoman's husband.

I gave him the job of unpacking some of our glassware.

So you did.

He probably cut himself, bled on the carpet,

then you arrived and caught him red-handed.

Directly, your back was turned, he cleared off.

Reginald, you're marvellous. You really are.

In future, Mr Blake, remember to look for the obvious explanation first.

And now, if Mr Blake is quite satisfied,

I think we need not detain him any longer.

Before I go, I wonder if I could ask you one small favour.

L-- I have here the electro-broom, The Little Wizard of the Carpet.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid we're not interested.

Ah, but no newly-married couple can afford to be without it.

Picture it.

The electro-broom's gentle, soothing hum

will drift upwards to the nursery like a lullaby,

bringing soft slumber to the little tousled heads upon the pillow.

- Mr Blake... - In the years to come, of course.

...kindly remove yourself and your apparatus.

Reginald, I do think we might at least listen to him. After all--

Thank you. Now, the ordinary cleaner sweeps as it cleans--

Oh, confound it. I have to be back at Broadcasting House by 8:00.

The superior cleaner beats--

I had hoped to hang some pictures tonight, but there's no time now.

I'll do it when you've gone.

Why no, actually, I know exactly how I want them.

But the electro-broom, The Little Wizard of the Carpet,

disinfects as it beats as it sweeps--

There can't be more than one or two ways of hanging pictures.

- Disinfects... - That just shows your complete unawareness

-of these things, darling. -...as it beats-- Can I help?

They'll have to wait, Ann.

- But Mr Blake has kindly offered to help. - And I have refused.

Thanks to our new inbuilt germicidal deo--

I meant, if you didn't go now, you'd be late.

You seem very anxious to be rid of me.

But you just said you had to be going.

Is that the only reason'?

- What are you suggesting? - I don't think I need particularise.

Take that back at once.

Certainly, when you've got rid of this fellow.

I'll do nothing of the kind.

I see. Yes, I see quite clearly now.

- Where are you going, Reginald? - I'm going back to Broadcasting House.

I now realise the true significance

of that little scene that greeted my entrance. Goodbye.

How dare you, Reginald!

How dare you say a thing like that to me?

- Hello? - He's just leaving.

- W ho? - The man from the insurance.

If you hadn't come here, none of this would have happened.

- I'm sorry. I never intended-- - I don't know why I listened

to your cock-and-bull story in the first place.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to catch Reginald before he reaches the station.

Look here. I don't want to interfere.

You won't again.

When I get back, I expect to find you gone

and my house rug cleaned up, do you understand?

- Yes? - She's gone now.

Murder. Murder, murder. Police.

Telephone. Telephone.

Yes, what is it?

The vacuum cleaner's skipping it now.

He's going down the street.

He's not. He's going back next door.

No, he's not.

He's...

He's coming in here!

He's coming in here!

He's at the front door. He's coming in.

All right, pull yourself together. This is our chance.

I'll keep him talking while you slip next door and fetch Marigold.

Murder! Telephone!

- What are you saying? Whose murder? - Murder. A woman.

- What woman? - A woman. Telephone. Next door.

- Next door? - Next door. Dial 999.

- Are you absolutely sure? - Telephone. Telephone.

- Are you absolutely sure? - Yes, yes, yes. Telephone.

- We must phone the police. - Yes, yes.

Yes, of course, the telephone. The telephone.

- Here. - Wait.

- I found it. - You're in no fit state to telephone.

Please, please, sit down and compose yourself.

- Dial 999. - I'll dial 999. Of course I will.

You know, it's extraordinary.

Do you know that Police Sergeant Bassett has just left?

He's just left a few minutes ago.

He was sitting there. He was sitting there playing--

- Dial 999. - Of course I'll dial 999.

Now please, please, sit down.

I just thought it would be quicker if I caught the sergeant at the station.

Yes, he'll be on duty by now. Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

- What's the number? -999.

No, no, I mean the number of the police station.

Turnham Green. Turnham Green.

2412. That's it.

Turnham Green.

2412.

Where did you say it happened?

Next door. Appleby.

- Next door? - Yes.

Next door? Hello? Hello? Police?

Oh, is Sergeant Bassett there yet?

Sergeant? Oh, thank goodness you're there.

Sergeant, you've got to come back at once. A most dreadful thing has happened.

There's a young man here who's found a body.

- Next door. - Appleby.

- W hat? - Appleby.

- Appleby-- - The house.

- Oh, the name of the house is Appleby. - Appleby.

Yes, yes. Yes, of course, of course, Sergeant.

Thank you.

It's all right, it's all right. He's coming. He's coming right away.

And by the way, he says that you mustn't touch anything, nothing at all.

My poor fellow, you must have had a really dreadful shock.

Well, I did.

Imagine opening a piano and seeing a thing like that.

A piano?

He put her inside a pia--

Are you telling me that whoever killed her put her inside a pianoforte?

Thank you. That's right.

You see, Miss Vincent and I--

Oh, Miss Vincent's the girl who's going to come live next door.

Just a moment.

This young lady, you haven't-- you haven't left her there now alone?

Oh, no. No, no. No, she'd gone before I found it.

Thank goodness for that.

Why?

Well, I mean to say, she might have had a most frightful shock.

- Oh, yes. - Oh, yes. Please, please, go on.

Well, you see, I'm a vacuum cleaner salesman.

I had an appointment with Mrs Bostock of Windyridge.

No, wait a minute.

Isn't this Windyridge?

Mmm? Oh, yes.

This is Windyridge, all right, and Mrs B0st0ck's my housekeeper.

But I'd no idea that she'd made any appointment.

Were you expecting anyone tonight?

Mmm? No. No, nobody at all, except, of course, the sergeant.

What are you insinuating?

I believe the woman who was killed was coming here.

What? What makes you say a thing like that?

- How dare you say that? - I think she was decoyed next door.

That's preposterous!

Why should anyone wish to decoy any visitor that I might be expecting?

I've never heard...

- Unless... - Yes?

Now wait a minute.

- What? - Hmm?

Oh, it's probably nonsense,

but supposing somebody knew that the sergeant was here playing chess

and that somebody wanted to stop her...

From seeing him.

- Yes. - Yes.

Could it be?

That's a possibility.

We must remember to ask the sergeant that as soon as he arrives.

- Yes. - Yes.

He-- He might even recognise her.

Yes.

Oh, by the way, the young lady next door, might be she come back?

Yes, I suppose she might.

Oh, you mean, you think someone ought to be there?

Well, I-- It's just a thought that if she saw what you saw--

- Oh, gosh. - Please don't think I'm trying

-to send you back there alone. - Oh, no, no, no.

I say, wait.

Don't forget what the sergeant said. Don't touch anything.

Oh, no, I won't.

Thank you.

Oh, here she is.

- What are you going to do with her? - What am I going to do with her?

You are going to put her into your car

and leave her in some isolated spot of your own choice.

Now here's your--

- You hid her inside a piano. - Aye.

It was the only convenient place I could find that was adjacent.

Here.

The match broadcast tonight.

How do you know that Upsh0tt'll go anywhere near the thing?

Oh, he'll be near it, all right.

Nobody's fonder of the sound of his own voice

than Sir Gregory Upshott, Bart.

If the right kind of investment

can buttress the forces of law and order there...

- Ah. -...then I shall return home a happy man.

Now we're nearing the moment that especially tickled my fancy.

Yes, to retire, to disappear, this time, finally,

from the public scene.

flaughs]

And so he will, bless his old heart, at that highly appropriate moment.

Now let us see if five or three are right.

It's at 10:28, precisely.

What on earth are you doing?

I don't want to have to disturb her.

- In case I have a puncture. - You're not putting her in there.

Uh-huh.

She was my fiancée.

She'll be as comfortable here as anywhere else.

I'll be glad when our association terminates.

Collect the bags from the house and get out of here as fast as you can.

I'll see you in the Folkestone boat in the morning.

Aye.

Get out!

Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were back.

The police are on their way here now, Miss Vincent.

What?

There's the body of a woman here.

- Where? - In the piano.

No, I don't believe it. You're lying.

It can easily be proved.

- But Reginald explained it away. - Well, go and look.

I certainly will.

You'll get a shock.

It's not a very pleasant sight.

How do you know she was murdered?

Well, people don't usually commit suicide in a boudoir grand.

I suppose not.

You really are telling the truth, aren't you?

No, I-- I believe you.

But how did the murderer get in here?

- The door was locked. - Through the French window.

He waited till she rang and then showed her in.

- Yes? - And if the fellow next door was right,

she would have asked for the police sergeant.

- Oh, surely she'd have-- - Well, look, I'll show you.

I'm him. You're her.

Now, carefully seating her with her back to the door,

he-- he leaves the room with a-- with a disarming smile.

Reginald!

He's left the manuscript of his poem behind.

Now, as I see it, quietly, he re-enters the room.

Reginald's got to read this tonight on the ham service.

- Well, he's bound to have another copy. - I don't think he has.

Oh, he's probably learned it by heart.

He can't have. It's a modern poem.

Well, he can make it up as he goes along, then.

Look, do try and concentrate. I'm trying to reconstruct the crime.

Now, all this time, he's been-- he's been getting nearer and nearer,

and then he leans over and suddenly puts his hand on--

Ann!

Oh, Reginald, I found your poem.

I was simply conducting an experiment with your fiancee.

Oh, Reginald, someone's been murdered.

- The body's in the piano. - It was a woman, Reginald.

She was battered from behind with her mouth shut.

What you hope to gain from this, I can't imagine.

I can only say, Ann, that you've shown me a side of your nature

that I never dreamed existed.

How dare you speak to me like that in front of a stranger?

A stranger, huh?

- I say, look here-- - Shut up!

I enter my own house to discover you under the bed with this fellow.

Later, I return to find the position so far deteriorated

that you're rolling about the floor with him in your underwear.

Should I be so foolish as to return yet again,

I shudder to think--

Why did I ever believe such a mad, idiotic story?

But I tell you, I saw a woman's arm.

MY DOem.

- His poem. - I want it.

- He wants it. - Take it.

Yeah, take it, and put your heart into it.

By heaven, I'd thrash the life out of you

if I didn't have to read the nine o'clock news.

But why should I tell you I saw her if I didn't?

And why should I telephone the... police?

Yes, why aren't they here?

Yes, why aren't they?

Because you didn't phone them.

I didn't.

- You didn't? - No, the fellow next door did.

Wait a minute.

Supposing he only pretended to make that call.

Supposing he wanted to keep me there while someone else...

Yeah-- Yes, of course. Wait a minute.

Stop it, do you hear? Stop it.

I'm going upstairs to dress,

and if you haven't removed yourself when I come down,

I'll phone the police myself.

I don't ever want to see you again.

- Quick, get some brandy. - We haven't any.

Well, whisky, anything.

Is she the woman?

She must be. Hurry up.

- There's only a drop. - It's all right. Quickly.

- Is she going to be all right? - I think so.

She's coming round.

It's all right. It's all right. You're quite safe now.

Ask her how she got in the piano.

Got to stop them.

Who?

Sir Gregory. I must warn him.

Sir Gregory?

Upshott. I work for him.

Time... what's the time?

It's going to go off at 10:28.

What is?

They're going to kill him. I heard them say 10:28.

It's going to go off at 10:28.

What's going off at 10:28'?

"Shall return home a happy man...

perhaps to retire...

disappear, this time, finally,

from the public scene."

Hey, try and pull yourself together. Here you are.

We'll send for the police.

It's too late.

You've got to warn him. He's gone to the coast.

He's using another name.

Yeah, well, where has he gone?

To... The Green Man...

The Green Man, yes.

Green Man at New...

New.

- New... - New what?

No.

Oh, she's gone right off now.

- Have you any coffee? - Yes.

Well, make some. Good and strong.

In my opinion, she's out for the count for at least a couple of hours.

What are we going to do, then?

Have you got an AA book?

Reginald has somewhere. Why?

I'm gonna look up The Green Man at New--

Exactly. New where?

Well, there can't be many News. And we'll see whether there's a Green Man.

What are you going to do, phone them?

Oh. She said he's using a different name, and we don't know what that is.

Then how can it help to look up The Green Man?

I'm going to drive down there.

Well, don't you think it'd be more sensible to tell the police?

What, the thing we collect after Sir Gregory Upshott,

who was staying at The Green Man at New whatsit

and the something or other's going up at 10:28?

Can you imagine what they'd say?

We've got an unconscious woman to show them.

Yes, they'd probably think we hit her on the head.

- Here it is. - Oh, good.

N... N... N.

Here we are. She said something about the coast, didn't she?

- New Brighton? - No, that's Cheshire.

- What about Newbury? - No, that's not on the coast.

That leaves Newcliffe.

Here we are. The Green Man. Twelve stars, two beds.

Twelve beds, two stars. London, 55 miles.

Oh, look, Newhaven. That's got a Green Man too.

One star, five beds. Not up to Sir Gregory, if I know him.

Map six.

- Oh, by the way, do you? - Here we are.

- What? - Know Sir Gregory.

Why, I know of him. I saw something in the paper

about the government sending him out to the Middle East.

Oh, you mean someone's trying to stop him?

If what she says is true.

You've got a phone!

Reginald naturally has priority.

Hello, is that the BBC?

Can I speak to Mr Willoughby-Cruft, please?

What are you going to tell him?

That we're going down to Newhaven.

Newcliffe. And you're not going.

- Hello, is that you, Reginald? - I assume you've rung up to apologise.

- You are not going-- - No, I haven't rung up to apologise.

It's something much more important.

- There was a body in the piano. - Not when I--

- I know, but it came back. - Poppycock.

But it's not poppycock. It's terribly serious.

We're going down to The Green Man

-at New-- - Cliff.

- Newcliffe. - But you are not going.

That could only have one interpretation.

Reginald, I am not going with him for the night.

We're simply going--

He's hung up.

I'm going to dress.

Listen, if what she says is true, it might be very dangerous.

Marvellous. I shan't be a minute.

What are we going to do with her?

We can't take her with us, and we can't leave her here.

If you'd stop here, it'll solve that.

I'm not staying in the house alone.

Why don't you phone the doctor?

Reginald's written the number of one just inside the directory.

I'll bet he has.

And an optician and a chemist and a prenatal clinic.

- What? - I said all right. I'll phone the doctor.

Tell him what's happened and that we'll leave the door open for him.

All right, open, please.

Uh... Ah...

Hello? Who? Where?

Hilcot Road. Can you come round at once, please, Doctor?

There's a woman here with a head injury.

Is she registered with me under the National Health Scheme?

I don't know. She only came around for a couple of seconds,

and that wasn't one of the questions that sprang readily to mind.

- The point is, Doctor-- - Tell him you found her in the piano.

The point is, Doctor, she's in need of medical attention.

My point is that I have a crowded surgery,

and she may very well be registered with another doctor in the district.

Look, Doctor, forget the National Health Scheme.

This is an emergency.

Look, if you'll come round right away,

I'll leave an emergency fee on the mantelpiece.

What did you say the address was?

- Room number nine, sir. - Thank you.

The porter'll be here in a minute, sir.

Thank you very much.

Can I take your bag, sir?

No, no, no, I'll look after that.

I'd like to leave my hat and coat down here, though.

Very good, sir.

If you'll leave them here, I'll look after them for you.

Thank you very much.

- You got your key, sir? - Yes. Number nine.

Very good, sir.

This way, please.

- Charlie! - Lily.

Mmm.

- How's my beautiful gal? - I'd almost given you up.

Had a lot of trouble getting away.

What do you think of her? Smashing little Bel Air.

Oh, it's lovely, isn't it?

Yeah. I, uh-- I told the memsahib

I was taking it out of Walton-on-the-Naze to show a customer.

Oh, did she believe you?

Ah, hard to say, though she's been behaving very mysteriouslyjust lately.

How do you mean?

You know, pools of silence broken only by the odd vitriolic ripple.

After all, Charlie, you have been married for 15 years, haven't you?

Yeah, I know, Lily, but this is different.

You know, she keeps on making cryptic remarks

and then going into a huddle with her mum.

Oh, I shouldn't take any notice of her.

Well, you know what it is. Undertones, always undertones.

And I can't put my finger on it,

but I've got a queer idea I'm being followed.

Oh, Charlie, you're imagining things.

Maybe.

I've given you the single room on the top floor.

Are you serious?

You're making things easier for yourself, aren't you'?

Oh, Charlie, you are dreadful.

Come, give us a kiss. Huh?

Good evening.

Oh, hello, girls. How are you? All right?

Always the same, wherever you go.

Never a porter when you want one at these seaside hotels.

You think we should try somewhere else?

Whatever for?

I booked here.

I know.

Joan,dean you're worrying quite unnecessarily.

All you gotta do is behave normally.

Oh, dear.

The catch doesn't work. I should have told you before.

I thought something like this would happen.

Couldn't be helped.

I know I'm going to let you down, Sir Gregory.

Of course you won't.

Just try and be a little more carefree.

Come along, now. Smile. Just a little one.

That's better.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

Have you reserved a room, sir?

Yes, of course. I rang up last Tuesday.

Would you mind signing the register, sir?

After we've had a drink, landlord.

We've travelled all the way from London.

Of course, sir. The bar's just around the corner.

Thank you.

Come along, my dear. We'll have a cocktail, shall we?

Leave it!

Oh, dear.

The catch doesn't work. I should've told you before.

Don't bother with it, my dear. Let them do it.

We'll-- we'll be back in a minute or two.

Now what are you going to have, my dear? White Lady, Sidecar?

Can I-- Can I have a Velvet Venus?

Have you a Velvet Venus?

We have, sir.

And a dry martini for me, please.

I really think you might take that hat off, my dear.

This is awful. I'm sure they suspect.

Nonsense. All you have to do is behave a little more nonchalantly.

But I don't feel nonchalant.

Then try to act it.

After all, you were really quite good

in our Corporation Dramatic Society's production of Little Women.

But it wasn't the same sort of part.

My dear Joan, you were your own sweet self,

and all I ask now is--

Six and sixpence please, sir.

Dinner's being served now, sir. Can I send a waiter in with a menu?

Kitchen closes at 10:00. Catering Act, you know.

Oh, very well.

Thank you, sir.

Dinner being served now, sir.

Kitchen closes at 10:00. Catering Act, you know.

No, I've already eaten, thank you.

Just a few letters to write and then bed.

- Allow me, sir. - Oh, thank you.

Always have an orchestra on the weekend, sir.

Sort of livens things up.

I'm sure.

But suppose someone recognises you?

What, in a dump-- in an out-of-the-way place like this and in my country tweeds?

You look just the same to me.

That's just because you know me.

But they might see your Bentley outside.

My dear girl, Bentleys are ten a penny in the city.

Every one of my directors has one. Even some of the shareholders.

Listen, try and look upon this as a gay adventure.

Excuse me. Are you the couple who wanted to see the menu?

Ah, yes. Let's see what they have to offer.

I have very quite an appetite.

What's this? Brown Windsor soup and what?

Chopped toad?

Chopped toad?

I ask you, is there any other country in the world

that would attempt to start the gastric juices flowing

with the repellent words, "chopped toad"?

We really are the most extraordinary nation.

- I see you have galantine of chicken. - Yes, sir.

More galantine than chicken, I have no doubt.

Yes, sir.

Well, I'll take a chance. What about you, my dear?

I'd like the chopped toad, please.

Bravo.

Bravo, ladies. Bravo.

I don't think I've ever heard a trio play with such brio.

No, no, no, I'm absolutely sincere.

In fact, I was wondering whether, after that perfect andantino,

I might offer you a little vino.

- Oh, thank you. Yes. Yes. - You will? Oh, good, good.

I'll leave the register here, sir.

There's no hurry.

Thank you.

- Just a formality, my dear. - What are you going to put?

Well, let's think of something original, shall we?

What about some writer? What about Reade, Charles Reade?

I've never heard of him.

Famous Victorian novelist, my dear. He wrote It ls Never Too Late to Mend.

Oh, well, nobody ever reads him nowadays.

- What's the matter now? - Nothing.

Good evening.

Now, then, ladies...

Please, my dear.

People will only look at you.

That's that.

Now, my dear, perhaps you'd like to dally with the chopped toad.

Oh, yes, please.

- Thank you, Mr Ramsgate. - Come along, my dear.

- Thank you very much. - Thank you.

- There you go. - Lovely.

- Penelope and Felicity.

Now wait a minute. I want something clear. Do you really mean to tell me

that Felicity here and Annabel have only been with you since June?

Oh, that's right.

It seems incredible. I could have sworn you'd played together for years.

Felicity was at Eastbourne last year,

-and Annabel at Budleigh Salterton. - Oh, don't.

Oh, ladies, will you excuse me one moment?

L-- I've left my case in the lounge. It has some confidential papers in it.

But I'll be back in one moment, so don't you move.

- Don't you dare move. - Oh, no.

- Awfully charming. - Yes.

I wonder who he is.

Confidential papers.

Perhaps he's an enquiry agent.

Whatever could there be to enquire about here?

Oh, but what's all this?

Back to the plough, I'm afraid.

Oh, no. What a pity.

- But when do you finish? - Eleven o'clock.

Eleven o'clock? Oh, dear.

As late as that?

Oh, well, but surely you can slip out and have a drink with me before then.

- We'd be delighted, wouldn't we? - Oh, yes.

- You promise? - Mm-hmm.

- Good. - Naturally.

Thank you.

Bytes screed“

How are you going to start?

Ask for the register. Make sure Sir Gregory's here first.

- Oh, good evening. - Good evening. Is that clock right?

Oh, yes, it's always right Friday nights, sir.

- Why Friday? - Could I have it?

- Well, it loses ten minutes every week... - Could I have it?

...so the landlord puts it on ten minutes every Friday night.

So, by the end of the week, it's back again with Big Ben, so to speak.

I'm afraid we've only got a small double at the back.

- Will that serve-- - Oh, that's splendid.

May we have the register, please?

- Oh, yes. - Thank you.

We'll sign it over here, if you don't mind.

Shall I send a porter for your luggage, sir?

We haven't any.

Oh.

- How dare you tell them a thing like that? - It was the only way to get the register.

There was absolutely no need to suggest we were going to stop here.

Well, nobody will stop here if we don't work fast.

We've got less than 20 minutes.

But she said he was using another name.

I'm looking to see if there's anyone staying here on his own.

Or in Newhaven.

This doesn't look like the right sort of hotel.

Boughtflower. Charles Boughtflower. He's on his own.

Doesn't sound a very convincing name.

No. Neither does Aubrey Ramsgate.

We'll try them in alphabetic order. I'll enquire from the landlord.

Couldn't I do something?

I mean, if somethings going off, oughtn't we to warn everybody?

No, no, we don't want to panic.

Look, you stay here and keep your eyes open.

I'll track down Sir Gregory.

It must be here somewhere.

What do you think you're doing? My mother planted this.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm looking for Mr Boughtflower and Mr Ramsgate in alphabetical order--

- Out of my way! - I wondered--

But this is frightfully important. It couldn't be more so.

It's a matter of life and death.

The cellars! I'm going to look in the cellars.

I'll try the lounge.

It's not down there, miss. It's over there at the side.

Oh, is your name Vincent? Er, your maiden name, I mean.

Yes, yes. It is.

Well, the porter's looking for you. You're wanted on the telephone.

Sounds like your father.

If you would like me to say that you're not here--

No, no. I know who it is. I'll speak to him.

Oh, well, the phone box is by the stairs. I'll put you through.

Hello, Reginald. What are you phoning me here for?

Is that bounder still with you?

Yes, of course he's here.

Oh, charming.

What are you suggesting? Do you think we came down here for fun?

Are you Charles Boughtflower?

- Yeah. Who're you? - Are you?

- Well, if I am, what of it? - You're in danger, sir.

Danger'? What on earth are you talking about?

I don't know you, do I'?

No, but I know you. I followed you all the way from London.

- Followed me? - Yes.

I say, what's going on here? Did she put you on to me?

"She"? Well, if we've got the same person in mind, yes,

but there's no time to argue, sir.

I happen to know they're out to get you tonight.

Oh, they are, are they?

I say, old chap, whose side are you on?

Need you ask, sir?

Yeah. Well, I can take a tip. I'll get my bag.

And for heaven's sake, hurry, sir.

Mark my words, her mother's behind this.

In other words, I'm a liar.

Let me tell you one thing,

Mr Blake is not quite as stupid as you seem to think. Goodbye.

- I found him. - Who? Where?

Boughtflower. Come on.

Landlord, this calls for immediate action. I've located Sir Gregory Upshott

staying here under the name of Charles Boughtflower.

- What name? - Boughtflower.

I see.

Look, I know this is gonna sound absolutely incredible to you,

but I believe an attempt is going to be made

to assassinate him, here, tonight.

I see.

They've planted some kind of bomb here. It's expected to go off at 10:28.

I see.

No, don't-- don't keep saying "I see."

Can't you understand? Everyone's in mortal danger.

You've got to evacuate the entire hotel now.

I don't know how many you've had,

but one thing I do know, you never had 'em here.

But it's going off. It's true.

Uh, let me put it in terms even you can understand.

Do you want to lose your pub?

- I don't want to lose my licence. - No.

- I'm a broad-minded man... - Yes, I'm sure.

...but I'm not very partial to people who can't hold their liquor.

Especially when they bought it elsewhere.

But you-- you don't understand--

What are we going to do now?

I... Oh. Sir!

Just a minute, sir. You simply must have a word with the landlord

and explain that everyone else must clear out too.

I beg your pardon?

He refuses to believe that you're Sir Gregory.

- Sir who? - Sir Gregory Upshott.

- Who is? - You are. Aren't you?

What do you mean? I'm Charlie Boughtflower.

Always have been.

Oh, dear.

I do believe he is.

- I say, old chap, what's the game? - Well, you see--

- We thought you were Sir Gregory. - Yes.

You mean you mistook me for Sir Gregory Upshott?

- You know him? - Well, only through the newspapers.

You know, "Sir Gregory shakes the city,"

"Upshott buys Oxshott, bag shop and bull shop."

and all that sort of nonsense.

Why don't you ask Lily? She signs them in. She may not know who they are,

but she certainly knows what they are a mile off.

Just a minute. Where does the memsahib come into this?

What's the matter?

- The clock. Look at the time! - The clock?

What the heck goes on here?

There's something somewhere in this hotel that's gonna blow up in about ten seconds.

It was meant for Sir Gregory. For heaven's sake, take shelter!

Ann! Ann! Take cover, sir!

The cellar's through there.

Right. The cellar-- the cellar's through here!

Take cover!

What on earth's going on?

''Oh!

- Come on! - What the hell is going on now?

- Oh, waiter? - Yes?

Is coffee served in the lounge for everybody?

Yes, sir. Always.

Now, I'm not going to ask you again.

Are you gonna clear out of my cellar or am I going to call the police?

- But, look, I I-- - Suppose the people the stickler said--

- They're drunk! - Drunk?

- We're not. - We're nothing of the sort.

I say, if this is a piece of hooliganism, I think it's in damn bad taste.

- But I-- - In a respectable hotel like this.

- Look, I-- - I feel an absolute Charlie.

But, look, I-- Don't-- Don't go up there, sir!

- You'll be blown up! - Don't go there. You come on out of here.

- And you, come on. - Oh, I'm very sorry.

I did mention it might've been The Green Man at Newhaven.

- Come along! - Well no, you don't understand--

- Don't you argue with me! - Any landlord--

- I'm trying to tell you-- - Come on. Pack up your bags and get out!

- What bags? They haven't got any bags. - What?

- This is fun. - I am glad he asked us again.

Here we are. Now, then, let me see. Yours was a--

- Whisky, please. - Whisky.

- Martini. - Martini. That's another martini, yes.

Two martinis and two whiskies. Thank you very much.

Such an adventure like this hasn't happened for years.

Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear. Would you believe it or not,

this time I've left my cigar case in the lounge.

- Oh. - Set them up, will you, please?

- I'll be right back. - Oh, I hope he does remember.

Ah. Get me a large brandy and soda, 0l' girl. I need it.

That cabinet pudding's enough to unseat any government.

Coffee will be foul, too.

- Hardly worth waiting for. - Oh, I don't know. I'd like a cup.

Really, I would.

- Two coffees, sir? - One.

Hello? Hello? Is that The Green Man, Newhaven?

Are you still on the premises?

Yeah, what I mean is, are the premises still with you?

Oh. Yes, I-- Yeah-- Yeah, I-- Thank you. I'll bear that in mind. Goodbye.

They're still there.

But you heard what that woman said. Something was going to go off at 10:28.

Obviously, she wasn't speaking the truth.

Unless we got it wrong.

You mean we've been led astray?

Not in any worthwhile sense.

I think we ought to start back.

Oh, wouldn't you like one for the road? One Reginald?

Yes, I think I would.

- What will you have? - Gin and tonic, please.

Double gin and tonic and a double Scotch, please.

- Yes, all right. - I thought I said you two couldn't stay.

We're not staying.

We're perfectly all right now, landlord.

Only singles.

- Should we sit down? - Mm-hmm.

Earl Forsythe and his sunspots

will be with you again at the same time next Friday.

The celloist tonight was Hyacinth Dawn who is, at present,

appearing in Summertime on Ice at the Ice Drome, Liverpool.

The time is now 10:24...

10:24? That grandfather clock, have you altered it?

Yes, I put it on ten minutes. Why?

I told you he does every Friday night.

Oh, we've only four minutes left to find him.

There's no time. We've got to get everyone out of here as quick as we can.

I'll take the first floor. You take the second.

- What was that? - They're going to wake the customers.

Not here, they're not.

- Oh, what's happening? - What's going on?

Oh, don't worry, ladies.

They're just a couple of screaming alcoholics.

Did you say something?

- You must get outside! - At once!

Don't take any notice of them. They're barmy!

Shall we move, my dear?

I haven't-- haven't quite finished it.

This is the BBC Home Service.

The international scene.

In a second of our series under this title,

you will hear tonight a recording of the important speech

broadcast earlier today at a city luncheon

by the right honourable Sir Gregory Upshott.

The Middle East...

You're on the radio. Did you know about it?

It was on the cards, I believe.

But supposing someone recognises your voice?

My dear, I barely uttered, except to you and that with, sadly, little response.

I spent, I suppose,

some of the best years of my life in the Middle East,

a great many of them in the territory

which is the object of my forthcoming visit.

As a youthful Orientalist,

I studied the civilisation of ancient Egypt and Italy--

...oil is, I confess, much on my mind. It has to be.

The future of our military bases must come into it, too.

The international--

- Look, your lives are in danger! - I tell you, they're barmy!

We're not barmy!

That's just what I'm going to do!

Windyridge.

What a small world it is.

You're making some mistake, and I'm in a hurry.

I bet you are. It's coming up to--

- Landlord! - Just a moment--

- What the devil do you think you're doing? - Shh.

- Don't you shush me! - Shut up!

.../aw and order there...

Quiet, everybody!

...I shall return home a happy man, perhaps to retire.

- No, no. - The radio!

It's in the radio!

...to retire, to disappear, this time, finally, from the public scene.

William, are you all right?

Yes. Yes, I'm all right.

Am I to understand that was meant for me, young man?

- Yes, it was, sir. - You must be Sir Gregory Upshott.

They know who you are.

Confound it! This means police, newspapers, everything.

That means The Daily Mirror. Mother takes The Daily Mirror.

Depends how quickly you move, sir.

- Joan, get your bag, quick. - Oh, thank you, sir.

I can't thank you sufficiently. You deserve recognition for this.

Thank you, sir. I hope you avoid it.

Do you know who put that bomb in my radio?

- Windyridge! - Windyridge.

I'd forgotten all about him. Come on.

You! What are you doing here? I thought I told you to go to Folkestone.

She wasn't in the boot, governor.

Never mind about that now.

Get into the car and reverse to the corner.

Oh, I didn't have time to tell you. Reginald rang up at the hotel.

He was very, very angry.

You're pretty near to marriage, aren't you?

Yes.

Have the called the bands yet?

Once.

One up and two to play, eh?

This is the BBC Home Service.

Five minutes of free verse.

We can do without that.

Here is Reginald Willoughby-Cruft

who will read a group of poems by Milton Boyle entitled "Vicious Cycle."

"Her beauty has a kind of ugliness,

A strangulated loveliness,

Compressing the jugular of my sensitivity As ivy tourniquets trunk of tree,

Turning the arboreal royalty Into beanpole servitors

Burying the berries In a fruitless operation

So that the name of her, Ann...

Ann...

Asininely monosyllabic,

The mere label she goes by

Yet pulsing with drum beat

Ann Ann Ann Ann!"

Ann, I can't go on. Listen to me, wherever you are.

You can go to your blasted vacuum cleaner.

I'm through. Through, through, through, through...

We must apologise to listeners for a slight technical hitch.

And that brings us to the end of broadcasting for tonight.

Goodnight, everybody. Goodnight.