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Are you asleep, Johnny?

I never knew anyone
sleep as well as you.

Come to think of it, I haven't
had much time to, have I?

You are asleep,
aren't you, Johnny?

Oh sure, you're
asleep all right.

Well, sleep then.

Oh God, I got the most
terrible headache.

That's what comes with thinking
you're not built for it.

Sleep!

Funny what you think of
when you can't sleep.

Oh hell, not even
a bloody aspirin.

What about me?

Don't I exist?

Oh, I'm sorry, Johnny.

I'm sorry I woke you up.

I'm glad you're awake.

You know, I don't exist
except when you're there.

Even like now when you act
fed up and bored with me.

Even now it's better for me.

Oh, do you want a cigarette?

Yeah, that's what it is.

For you I've sort
of gone out of life.

To be your mistress,
I've become no one.

No job, no friends.

I'm just a shadow--

waiting for you to make
up your mind, Johnny.

Oh, stay with me.

Stay the night.

I don't want any money.

What do I want money for?

I want you, Johnny.

Listen to me, I didn't
want to have to say this.

I wanted you to
choose me for me.

And now you're gonna
have to tell her.

Couple of months.

Oh, Johnny, Johnny.

It'll work out, you'll see.

Everything will work out fine.

Stay tonight.

This isn't any
good, you just sort

of coming here in the
evenings and going home again.

This ought to be your home.

Make the break,
Johnny, make it now.

Stay with me.

It will work, you'll see if it--

Johnny.

Johnny!

Mr. Restlin?

Yes?

Sergeant Wilks.

Well, it's about time.

Lucky I wasn't being murdered.

You made the call exactly
40 minutes ago, Mr. Restlin.

We've been burgled.

Somebody must have
put a fist through

and opened the door
from the inside.

Morning.
Morning.

This is Tenby, my
letting manager.

Now, who found what,
and what's been touched?

Well, that was me.

There's nothing gone there.

I opened it just to check.

I kept my gloves on, though.

I knew you'd want to
take fingerprints.

They must have left prints.

Might have.

Any idea what's missing?

Yes, my leases.

They stole all my leases.

I kept them in here.

They've taken the whole folder.
Leases?

They swiped the lot.

Is that all they took?

That's all.

So you can bring in
your paraphernalia

and start taking
those fingerprints.

Suppose we get some facts first.

So now, then, um,
who discovered this?

Tenby found the window
broken, called me,

and I called the police.

What time was this?

Oh, about 8:45.

Was the door open?

No, locked.

I let myself in and called
Mr. Restlin right away.

Any idea who might want
these leases, Mr. Restlin?

How should I know?

You're the policeman.

You're supposed to tell me.

Well, I say this is an
amateur job, myself.

Where's the entrance
to these flats?

Round the corner.

But why amateur?

No professional thief
is going to break in

just to steal leases.

Who did it, then?

Anybody owe you a
lot of back rent?

Anybody try to break a lease?

They've got a hope.

There's five owing back rent.
Much?

Well, one family owes
two months..

Hey, do you think someone's
trying to pull something?

I'm only guessing, sir.

The people upstairs may have
seen or heard something.

I can't believe
someone would do this

just to get out of some rent.

Of course not.

It's daft.

Doesn't know his job,
that's his trouble.

Any fool would know
to take fingerprints.

I must say it's a bit odd
just taking the leases.

They were probably
disturbed before they

could get anything else.

We'll get someone down who
really knows what he's doing.

Get me the police station.

Headquarters, yes.

Whoever's in charge.

Better report back, Ernie.

Right, Sarge.

Oh, and if a gentleman comes
out full of pithy suggestions,

take unit back, right?

Now, Sarge, would I do that?

I don't know.

Just touch and go with me.

Hello, KG.

Hello, KG.

Message from KG 7.

Reporting shop break-in
at estate agent's.

84 King's Road.

KG 7 over.

KG 7, message received.

Estate office 84 King's Road.

N2 KG in standby.

Over.

Tell Chief Inspector about this.

Hello, Katie.

Morning, Mr. Fellows.

How are all those
plugs behaving?

Quietly so far.

How's the ankle behaving?

There is nothing
wrong with my ankle.

My father says there's an
age when every man should

stop kicking a football around.

Well, you tell your father--

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, Sergeant.

Sir?

Have you seen a gold nugget?

No, sir.

Well, here's the
day's equivalent.

Third row, block
C. 3:15 kickoff.

Should be quite a match, sir.

Yeah, we'll have
the hide off 'em.

Mr. Fellows.

Superintendent would
like to speak to you.

Well, in spite of
everything, Katie, I'll

put in a good word for you.

Supe's looking for you, Fred.

I know.

He's probably heard
about my ticket.

Ah, Fred.

Morning, sir.

Are you just going
off or coming on?

On, sir.

I'm not off till this afternoon.

We've had a complaint I'd
like you to look into.

What sort of a complaint?

Well, somebody had a
break-in last night.

Complains the police
aren't doing enough.

That's a change.

The usual complaint is
we're doing too much.

A Mr. Restlin.

Estate agent, King's Road--

Who's in charge?

I don't like walking
in on another--

From what I can gather,
Sergeant Wilks will welcome

Uncle's calming influence.

Oh, so it's Jim, is it?

Well look, sir, Jim's
a first class lad.

He knows what he's
doing, all right.

I'm sure he does.

But we just can't ignore this.

Yes, of course.

But so far, with respect,
sir, I've managed

to keep out of family problems.

This is our problem, Fred, and
I'm asking you to look into it.

Yes, sir.

It might have been
worse, you know.

I could have asked you
to miss that football.

In which case, I might have had
to bring my retirement forward.

I don't know what more
I could have done.

No one around saw
or heard anything.

This is all that was stolen.

I suppose we could circulate
a description of those leases,

but to whom?

Do you know any lease receivers?

Well, what's eating
this Restlin character?

Ah, I don't know.

He's fingerprint wacky.

Well, he's doing
all right anyway.

They're all long-term ones here.

No, one short one,
John Campbell.

One month, available
28th of April.

That's three days.

You know, I can't accept this.

You put sugar in it?

No, I remembered.

Yes.

Well, if a man wants
to run out on a lease,

why doesn't he just run?

Except if there's no lease,
he can't be accused of it.

Yes, but he can be nicked
for breaking and entering.

That's a crime.

I shall try and get more
details on these short leases.

It's your case, my boy.

I've only been brought
in as a mediator.

Restlin estate office.

It's on the report sheet.

I don't know which I hate
most, tea without sugar

or a fat paunch.

You don't suppose
seeing if somebody's

using the house for stolen
goods or for a hideout?

This would be the surest
way to draw attention to it.

Unless somebody's got
handwriting trouble.

A lease would have
handwriting on it.

Now, if somebody
didn't want a specimen

of their handwriting around--

That'll be your friend.

Well, I'd say as
mediator, this is

the perfect moment to mediate.

Now look, Sergeant,
just a minute--

Hello.
Mr. Restlin?

This is the CID, sir.

And if anything fishy's going
on, I want to know about it--

Yes, sir.

Yes, of course, yes.

Well, there's a man on
his way down to you now.

In the meantime, is there
anyone with a short-term

lease not listed on your--

only John Campbell.

Yes, we saw that.

Well, now look, sir, suppose
we come and pick you up and go

and have a look at that house?

Well, I don't know there's
anything the matter,

sir, but if it's--

fine.

We'll be there in five minutes.

Right.

You can take Uncle for a drive.

Now look, Fred,
I wouldn't feel at all

hurt if you took over
this job completely--

Get your coat on, Sergeant.

It's your case and my rest day.

And come 2 o'clock,
you'll be doing

your own duty as an
upstanding and promising

member of the police force.

Right?

Right, sir.

And I'll be getting ready
to watch the kickoff.

There was something
funny about it.

Tenby took an applicant
out yesterday afternoon

to look over the place,
and it was all locked up.

Probably out at work.

Looks as if there's no
one home today either.

We'll have to use
your key, Mr. Restlin.

Mrs. Campbell?

Anyone at-- anyone at home?

Mrs. Campbell?

Well, they don't seem
to like fresh air.

Doesn't look as if they've
left for good, does it?

Locked.

Mrs. Campbell?

JS doesn't stand for Campbell.

They're not in.

No car in the garage.

Mrs. Campbell!

What do you think's
happened, hmm?

I don't know, Mr. Restlin.

Probably nothing.

But while we're here, we might
as well take a look round.

Well, why not?

I'm in my right
showing people over.

They can't have done
a flip, can they?

I mean, not with those
cases still there.

Well, it shouldn't worry you.

They paid the rent in
advance, didn't they?

That's right.

I got the rent.

Hey, what about the gas,
light, and telephone?

They've got to have
the meters read.

If they've lumbered me with
the gas, light, and telephone--

Something's been burnt.

Smells as if somebody's mixed
up some chlorophyll with it.

Well, personally I don't go
for this Continental cooking.

Neither does Mrs. C
by the look of it.

Not much food around.

Jar of coffee, a couple of tins.

Must have lived pretty
much day by day.

I have been lumbered.

The meters haven't been
checked since they came in.

You've got to do
something about this.

I'm afraid I'm no good
at reading meters.

And they've left
the furnace out.

You feel it, ice cold.

Where is the furnace, sir?

In the garage.

Oh.

Do you know what a
month's gas, light,

and telephone can cost me?

You've got to make
them pay for this.

We don't know they're
not coming back yet.

You don't have the furnace
go out if you're coming back.

Quite right, sir.

What have we got upstairs?

Bedroom, bath, and stair.

I see.

I should have thought the
quicker you got on your radio

and reported this--

Well, there's really
not anything to report

yet, have we, sir?

Oh, that's the spare.

Why is this door locked?

I suppose because
somebody locked it.

All right, all
right, wait a minute.

The drawers are
all empty in there.

Now tell me they haven't gone.

Nothing.

They've taken the lot.

Except the two
suitcases downstairs.

Is Mrs. Campbell a brunette?

I don't know, I never saw her.

I never saw him,
for that matter.

You rented the place
to him sight unseen?

Tenby rented it to him.

Tenby knows him.

I see.

What have they been burning?

It's all over the house.

What are you doing?

What's that?

I'd say it's a
hacksaw, wouldn't you?

Yeah, a hacksaw with
a handle burnt off.

And a knife.

Well, that's a damn stupid
thing to try and burn.

I was thinking--

I know what you're thinking.

Mr. Restlin, do you rent
this place furnished?

Tenby turned it over to the man
for a month with everything.

Linen, silver,
anthracite, everything.

Is all this stuff yours?

Yes, yes, of course.

This trunk?

I don't know about that.

But if it isn't, I'm going
to keep it, and the suitcase,

and everything in them.

This is where your
chlorophyll was coming from.

Here, get me a screwdriver.

See if we can open this thing.
Right.

Look, is this all right?

I mean, I let you in.

I don't want to get into trouble
for breaking and entering.

Doesn't the law say you
have to have a warrant

for this sort of thing?

The law expects its
officers to have imagination

and discretion, Mr. Restlin.

If they didn't, you'd
be nabbed every time

he committed a murdering offense
instead of getting a caution.

What's all that?

Please stand back, sir.

Wha-- oh--

My god.

Better back it up to the garage.

What is it?

A severed corpse.

Nice people.

Ambulance, Jim.

OK, we finished.

Check with the doc.

It's all right with me.

Can we move everything?

The sooner we get the
pathologist on it, the better.

Any idea when it happened?

Anywhere from three days
to a week, might be longer.

She was dead before the
attempted dismember.

Any idea what she looked like?

Well, it's not easy
under the circumstances.

Was any surgical skill involved?

None whatever.

Whoever did it knows
nothing about anatomy,

less than a butcher.

Excuse me, sir.

And what's that?

It's the ashes from
the furnace, sir.

Good.

They go straight
to forensic labs.

Have they marked them?

Yes, sir.

All right, off you go.

Can you help us with
the cause of death?

It's pretty hard to determine
till we find the rest.

We're working on that now.

Unless it's poison.

We'll know that when
we go to the hospital.

Oh, now, just a minute--

Evening Argus, Inspector.

You ought to know
better than trample

over that ground like that.

It's the body of
a girl, isn't it?

Just keep your footsteps
outside, please.

Was she pretty?

I wouldn't know.

It's a Mrs. Campbell I'm told.

Yeah, that's what I'm told.

Now, come on.

There's a good fellow.

Do you know where we
could reach Mr. Campbell?

If you find out,
you can tell me.

Sarge, chase away anybody who
hasn't got any business here.

Look, do you mind?
There's nothing to see--

Does that mean you
think he did it?

We don't know who's done it.

And I'd appreciate if you
wouldn't smoke around here.

I don't want my fellows bringing
in one of your butt ends.

It might confuse us.

We can cope with this lot,
but when the word gets round,

I don't know.
All right.

Ask for some more men.

Taking an inventory?

Room by room as we go.

Anything in there?

Doesn't look like it.

All off the peg stuff you
can buy practically anywhere.

Well, the laundry
marks may help.

Oh, get these off to
the labs, will you?

Brunette hair and some
grains of face powder.

They may be able
to localize her.

Not that.

Looks like Brighton will have to
play without their cheerleader.

I don't see what's
so funny about that.

I paid over the odds for this.

Uncle Fred.

As an upstanding member
of the police force,

wasn't that rather unethical?

No more unethical than
you calling me Uncle Fred

when I'm an inspector on duty.

I'm sorry, sir.

You're not half
as sorry as I am.

You want the rest of this up?

It's as hard as a rock, and
no sign of any recent digging.

No.

Did you get another patrol?

On its way now.

Well, when it arrives,
get your lunch.

Take anybody else you can spare.

Right, gov.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

I'm Detective Inspector
Fellows, Brighton Police.

Well, what's going on?

I mean, all those police
and that ambulance?

Oh, a little trouble with
those what's their names.

The Campbells?

I'm not surprised.

You've met them, of
course, Mrs. uh--

Banks.

Flora Banks.

Only once.

That was enough.

When was that?

Couple of Sundays ago.

Mr. Banks and I paid
a neighborly call.

It was tea time and she
was still in curlers.

That sort of woman.

How would you describe her?

Well, you've seen her.

Touching 30, being generous.

Brunette.

Wore lipstick even with curlers.

That sort of woman.

And the husband?

She calls him that.

I noticed she didn't
wear a wedding ring.

But have you seen him?

Well, not really.

He never gets home till
after dark, about 8 o'clock.

Drives his car straight
into the garage.

You can get in the
house that way.

Yes, I know.

Usually only stays a couple
of hours, then he's off again.

So you've never really
seen him during the day?

Only once.

Thursday before Good Friday.

Morning or afternoon?

Afternoon.

I happened to be taking
the curtains down,

and I saw a car
coming up the road,

like it was that
police car there.

What sort of car was it?

A gray one, a saloon.

Would you know the make?

No, but it wasn't a Ford,
'cause that's what we've got.

It drew up in front of a grocery
van that was delivering there.

Did you recognize the van?

No.

That was the only time I
ever saw it delivering there.

Well, out gets Mr.
Campbell, big as life,

with a vacuum
cleaner in his hand.

Can you describe him?

I couldn't say much
about his face.

He was pretty far off.

Tall?

Sort of.

And slender.

What kind of clothes?

A fawn overcoat and a brown hat.

Age?

A bit older than she was.

You don't know what
the man was delivering?

Provisions of some sort.

She was at the door in
her dressing gown again.

Didn't seem to care, even
in front of the tradesman.

What about the tradesman.

Had you ever seen him before?

If not here, in
Brighton or locally?

I really don't have any
contact with deliverymen.

My husband takes me shopping.

Tell me about the van.

Was it a big one, a small one?

Medium.

And you didn't see
Mr. Campbell again?

Oh, yes, I did.

He was in there
about 20 minutes,

and then suddenly he comes
out again in his shirtsleeves.

So you must have seen
the color of his hair.

Sort of dark, I'd say.

Well, he gets back into his car
and drives it into the garage.

He left there, oh, an
hour and a half later.

'Cause the doors of the
garage were closed that long.

Ooh!

Look, here comes the ambulance.

Now, the Thursday before
Good Friday was the 19th.

Are you quite sure
about that date?

Absolutely.

I remember telling Mr. Banks how
they got stocked up for Easter.

But Mr. Campbell never
came back for Easter?

Oh, yes.

He came back as
usual that evening.

But this time, he stayed
till after we'd gone to bed.

He was off again in
the morning, though.

And that's the last you
saw of either of them?

Yes.

Mind you, they could
have been around a lot

when I wasn't looking.

I don't spend my time
prying, you know.

But I'm caretaker
of these caravans

and I have to keep an eye open.

Yes, of course.

Well, thanks for your
help, Mrs. Banks.

He's done something
terrible, hasn't he?

Well, let's say he hasn't been
behaving himself very well, eh?

Hmm.

Now, move along, please.

Move along.

Look, don't park there.

If you drive straight along, you
can take the first to the left.

Gorman go to lunch?

Yes, sir, and we're getting
the others away in shifts.

Call the Super, will you?

Ask him to put out a special.

Which grocery store
made a delivery

here on April the 19th.

April 19.

How are the fingerprints going?

All we got so far is
is a couple of smudges

that aren't any good.

He must have wiped
the lot with a towel.

Door frames, doors, the lot.

I'm going back to see Restlin.

Give him my love.

You'd better get someone
checking the hardware shops.

Find where that
hacksaw came from.

I was just sending
it to the labs.

I see.

When in doubt, pass
to the labs, eh?

Well, is that wrong?

No.

Great thing this
forensic science.

As long as it doesn't
make this lazy.

Ah, are you eating alone?

Mind if I join you?

Yes, please.

Mr. Restlin went home.

He was feeling sick.

Was it really a murder?

Well, there was a body, but we
don't know yet how she died.

No, I don't use them, thanks.

As from this week.

They tell me to suck one of
these anytime I want to smoke.

Trouble is, when I've had
one, I want a cigarette.

Haven't been able
to eat much myself.

Can I get you something?

No thanks, my dear,
I'm on a diet.

Mr. Restlin was telling
me you handled this deal.

I wish I hadn't now, believe me.

I expect you want to
go back to the office.

No, no, you finish your coffee.

Mr. Restlin blames
me for what happened.

Gas, light, and
telephone especially.

He's feeling pretty
bad about that.

But I certainly couldn't see
anything wrong with the man.

Can you remember anything
about his looks and manner?

Any peculiarities
he might have had?

Dates and times will
tell me a lot too.

Dates are easy.

We've been looking them up.

Mr. Restlin was out
for the afternoon

with another applicant.

Peculiarities, I don't know.

He was pretty well dressed,
better than I could afford.

Tan overcoat, plaid scarf.

Red plaid, I think.

Wearing a hat?

No hat.

He had dark hair.

In his early 30s, I'd say.

Stood about 2 inches shorter
than me, about 5' 11".

Hmm.

Shall we go?
Yes.

Where did he come from?

I mean, what was
his last address?

Unfortunately, we don't have it.

I asked for it,
of course, but he

said he was in and out of
hotels all over the country.

I gathered he was a salesman
and moved around a lot.

Well, we may get some
help from his references.

That's all in his
application form.

What car was he using?

He didn't have one.

Or if he did, he must
have parked it somewhere.

I drove him out to
the house in mine.

Anything there to
interest him particularly?

We never went in.

He seemed satisfied
with the outside.

In fact, I got the
feeling he only drove

out because he was expected to.

Did he mention Mrs. Campbell?

Only that he'd need an
extra key for his wife.

I got the impression they
were fed up with hotels

and wanted to try
housekeeping for a change.

Don't close it.

Ah, I was just off.

All finished.

Here, do us a
favorite, will you?

Next time, have a
go at the big one.

This is Mr. Campbell's
application form.

It isn't very well
filled out, I'm afraid.

It was all done in such a hurry.

That's the reference.

Gary Hardware Company
in Manchester.

He wanted to sign
the lease right away.

He had the cash out as
soon as we got back.

I can't see any
character references.

He said anyone at
Gary from the chairman

down would be glad
to vouch for him.

Did you check that?

Mr. Restlin said not to
bother, because we looked it up

and it was a reputable firm.

So it looks like Mr.
Restlin made a mistake.

Is this Campbell's writing?

No, I'm afraid it's mine.

I just asked him a few
questions as a matter of form,

and wrote the
answers down myself.

May I use your phone?

Of course.

You see, that particular house
had been empty since November.

And I knew Mr. Restlin--

Information.

--wouldn't want to lose the let.

So I wasn't being too fussy.

So we have no samples of
Campbell's handwriting?

Only his signature on the
lease, and that's gone.

It's probably why it's gone.

This is Fellows.

Get off a telex to Manchester.

Request information
John Campbell.

Dark hair, slim, 5
foot 11", age 30 to 40,

employed Gary Hardware
Company, your city.

We know where the
trunk was sent from.

It's on the underneath.

It's a freight label.

Lewes.

That makes life a little easier.

Our station can't handle
that many trunks in Lewes.

Why, do you want to check
these with the station master?

Why, are you retiring
or something?

I'm still on Operation Hardware.

Chasing that bloody hacksaw.

Two new bits of information.

Well, we can do with some.

Only things they agree on so far
is dark hair and an overcoat.

The trunk came by
train March 31.

That's Lewes rail charge.

Is anyone on these yet?

No, they've only
just been printed.

That's why they're all wet, sir.

Yes, and that's
not the only thing

that's all wet round here.

Now, now, come off it, gov.

What time have I had?

I'm out chasing that hacksaw.

So what are you doing here?

Well, even a policeman has
to go sometimes, you know.

Well, go.

Don't start hopping
about in here.

You like trains.
What's that?

Some more no joy
from Manchester.

Their John Campbell left for
Saint-Tropez the day our John

Campbell rented the house.

Fellows.

Yes?

It's Harris, sir.

I'm speaking from Peck's
Grocery Shop on Madeira Drive.

This is the place that
sent an order to Campbell

on Thursday the 19th.

The deliveryman's still out,
but he's expected any minute.

Good.

You hold him there.

I'll be right out.

We found the deliveryman.

He's not back yet, sir.

Right.

Mr. Peck?

Good afternoon.

I'm Detective Inspector Fellows.

Oh, are you?

Well, let me tell you, I
don't like this at all.

You'll get me a bad name with
that stigma about out there.

You know, Mr. Peck,
it's a funny thing.

The people who look on
the police as a stigma,

they're usually the
first ones to dial

999 on the slightest pretext.

I have never dialed 999.

Well, let's hope you
never have to, eh?

Look, Andy's not back yet.

You're wasting your time.

Tell me, sir, that
Campbell order.

How many deliveries
did you make to them?

Just that one.

She called up, and we delivered.

All this hullabaloo
over 13 and fourpence

ha'penny worth of groceries.

You people should be stopping
some of these robberies

instead of wasting your--

good afternoon.

Two packets of crisps.

Two packets of crisps.

Certainly, sir.

And, uh--

No, and that's the lot.

Oh, can I have that packet
of chocolate raisins, Ted?

No.

You'll get them all
over me shirt again.

It's your own fault anyway.

Well, you can't have 'em.

Two dozen empties to credit.

15 raw crescent.

Anything else?

You're wanted.

Are you Andy?

That's right.

Andy Roach.

I'm a police officer.

Can't you do it in the office?

Do what?

Nothing to worry about.

Just a few questions.

Questions?

Do you remember
delivering some groceries

to a person named Campbell,
Number One Bungalow Road, just

before Easter?

Campbell?

Hey, that's the Judy who what
got herself done, isn't it?

You do remember.

Sure, I remember.

Oh, I was telling Mr. Peck.

I gave the stuff to the
creep who killed her.

He paid me.

He touched my hands.

He touched them with the
hands he killed her with.

We don't know who
killed her, Andy.

Oh.

Now, look, suppose
you tell me about it.

You bet.

It's the only time I
ever went up there.

So I ring the bell, and
there's this Judy, see.

And she doesn't have
the money on her.

So out comes this creep, and
he says, OK, how much is it?

And I said-- oh, well,
I don't know how much.

And he pays me and
gives me a tip.

Last I see of him, he's
carrying the box into the house.

Ever seen him before or since?

Never.

But I've got like a
photographic memory like.

He was in his 30s somewhere.

Looked sort of he'd
been around, you know.

Probably had.

Like he was a kind of
happy-go-lucky type.

Dark, smiling.

Wore a hat and overcoat.

What color?

Ah, now you got me.

You see, though I've got
the photographic memory,

it's like in black and white,
on account of I'm color blind.

And his car, do
you remember that?

Ah, that's something else
I'm photographic about.

Was it a light or a dark color?

Light.

You know, when my Judy hears
about me and all this--

What make, Andy?

Huh?

The car.

The car.

Ah.

An A55 1960 saloon, and the
nearside front wing was dented.

And it's been in
and out of this town

for the best part of a month.

He must have bought oil,
he must have bought petrol.

I want six men out
covering all service

galleries starting from the
town center and fanning out.

Somebody must have seen his car.

Yes?

Sergeant Wilks calling
from the station.

Right.

They remember the trunk
here and the girl.

Arrived on the 12:02
to Lewes April the 2nd.

Only passenger off.

She had two suitcases
left by a cab.

We're trying to
trace the driver now.

Looks like we have him.

I'll call you back later.

Sam Lawson, he drove the lady.

Hello, Sam.

I'll leave you now.

I can't help you.

I just drove her up to the
caravan camp and dropped her.

What about the window chat, Sam?

Pretty girl in your cab, and
you don't even window chat?

Nah, nothing.

Never said a word.

She was married.

Looked for the ring first.

That's my boy.

What are you trying to
prove, I'm a sex maniac?

She said she was married.

He was a salesman in
hardware or something.

I don't know, who cares.

I care, Sam.

That girl's dead.

Yeah, I know.

I can read.

Is it all right if I carry
on with my living now?

OK, Sam.

I may need you later.

All right?

I think we're a little
further, Mr. Jackson, thanks.

Anything else I can do?

You could phone Lewes
for me, Lewes Station.

Say I'm on my way if they
could be looking up for me.

Right.
Pleasure.

Good afternoon.

Detective Sergeant
Wilks, Brighton Police.

Oh, yes, Sergeant.

Brighton called us.

What a terrible business.

Not very pleasant.

Here we are.

March 31.

Charlie.

Right.

She filled in the label herself.

Stuck it on the trunk.

Just where you're standing.

I don't suppose you
know who she was?

Mrs. Campbell.

Ah, yes, of course.

Ah, here's Charlie.

He helped them unload it.

Them?

That's right, sir.

Tall dark bloke.

They brought it in a truck.

What sort of truck?

Bloody dirty one.

Full of cement
dust or something.

Any name in it?

Some name.

I was too busy trying to
keep it off my uniform.

It was all right for him,
he was in an overall.

But you should have
heard my missus.

Did the man call
her by any name?

I called him a few,
I can tell you.

Think, man.

Think hard.

Did he use a first name at all?

Uh, would it be--

June?

I'm asking you, Charlie.

'Cause it might have
been Jean, or even Joan.

It wasn't Edna or
anything like that.

How could it be,
starting with J?

Well, this is my name.

If the
slips, perhaps

you'll give me a call at
Brighton police headquarters.

Yes, sir.

Or was it Jane?

Well, have you had any luck?

Well, only that the trunk
was sent from here, sir.

It seems to point at
JS being a local girl.

I've already told you we
have nobody reported missing.

It's quite possible
she hasn't been yet.

If the girl expected to
stay away for three months,

she'd have made the necessary
excuses to friends or family.

What are you going to do now?

I'd like to check all the
JSes in your phone book.

What do you mean?
Call them up?

Yes, sir.

And if that doesn't
produce something,

then I'll take all the
Ses alphabetically.

Good god, there'll
be hundreds of them.

I shouldn't think so
in a town this size.

I suppose you want
to use our phones.

Well, that was the
general idea, sir.

If you could spare me a
couple of men, it wouldn't--

Couple of men?

You Brighton boys are
drunk with man power.

Couple of men?

That's 10% of my entire force.

How would you like to run
a town this size on 19 men?

I quite understand, sir.

But, uh, if you'll
let me use the phone?

All right, make your calls.

But be brief.

I don't like my lines tied up.

No longer than necessary, sir.

No, this is the foreman.

Mr. Shaw doesn't live here.

Who's that speaking, please?

Oh, I see.

The 31st of March?

Hang on a minute, would you?

Maisy.
What?

It's the police.

Which one?

Do we know if any female
member of Mr Shaw's family

left town on or around
the 31st of March?

Somebody's having you on, mate.

No, it's straight up.

Hello?

Look, I think you'd better
ask the boss himself.

No, he's not in the book.

Hold on.

It's Louis 74 50.

You're welcome.

Well, we've been an
embarrassment of riches

this evening.

I mean, one on the
phone and one in person.

You boys are certainly
buzzing tonight.

We've been buzzing all day too.

And what can we do you for?

And no female relation
of mine has left town,

I'm sorry to say.

We're interested in
an A55 gray saloon

with a dented front wing.

Might have come in anytime
during the last month.

Ooh, you're picking a popular
color, haven't you, chum?

Plenty of A55 grays.

I don't know about a
dented wing, though.

Maisy?

Nah.

The driver would have dark hair.

A man in his middle 30s.

He might have worn a brown
hat and a fawn overcoat.

Nah.

And if Maisy doesn't remember
a man, he hasn't been here.

Oh, ha bleeding ha.

Might you have done
repairs to any similar car?

Ooh, no.

The mechanics have gone.

I couldn't swear to it myself.

Still, it'd be in the book.

KG over.

Hello, KG.

Receiving.

KG 14 Over.

Hello, KG 14.

Information received
regarding hardware item two.

The brand only stocked
by Gardner and Son.

Church Street, your area.

Please make inquiries there.

KG over.

Yes, we got that.

KG 14 proceeding
to Church Street.

Over.

Uh, excuse me, sir.

I won't keep you a moment.

I'm a police officer.

All right.

Um, we're just trying to trace
the origin of a few items.

I understand, sir,
that this, um,

saw is a brand only you stock.

Is that right?

That's right.
Mm-hmm.

So it could only have
been purchased here?

If it was bought
in Brighton, yes.

And this knife?

Oh, you can buy those anywhere.

What, have they been
in a fire or something?

But it could have
been bought here too?

Could have.

Look, I should be
at the rotary club.

We've got--

Yes, I understand that, sir,
but this is very important.

Do you recall
having sold a knife

and saw like this to anyone
in the last four weeks?

We sell a whole lot of knives
of one kind or another.

What about the saw?

How many of those have you
sold this month of that kind?

Six, seven.

It's a popular make.

But then we sell
a lot of other--

So if we go through
your sales slips,

we could possibly pinpoint
the dates, couldn't we?

I'm afraid we don't
make out sales slips.

Everything is cash--

Oh, come on, sir.

Now, you cash register
turns out slips, doesn't it?

Our cash register
is a cash drawer.

We start the day with
5 pounds of change.

In the evening, we
add up what we've got

and subtract 5 to
get our daily take.

In other words, you
don't keep books.

Oh, we most certainly do.

And they show the
total amount of money

we took in any given day.

But they won't show you
any individual purchases.

I see.

Well, I'm sorry
to have kept you.

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight, Officer.

I wish I could have
been more help.

You wait all day for a
break, and when you get it,

it's not worth a
row of bloody beans.

Ah.

Good evening, Joe.

Good evening, Mr. Fellows.

I see we've had another murder.

You can say that again.

5-3 on our own ground.

That's not a murder,
Joe, that's a massacre.

Sir.

Well, I thought you'd found the
car to Le Touquet or something.

You sent me to collect
information, remember?

You ought to have an
encyclopedia by now.

It feels like I've
been through one.

I phoned 18 pages of Louis Ses.
And?

Nobody knows anything
about the girl.

But two no replies
I can try later.

What about the truck?

I think we've got a lead.

Good boy.

All right, Page,
you can sign off.

Let them know I've gone with
Sergeant Wilks, will you?

Very good, sir.

Go on, in you get.

While you're making your
report, you take me for a drive.

Drive?

Where to?

The murder house.

I want to give it a going over.

It's already been covered.

Not by me it hasn't.

You don't trust anybody, do you?

I trust you, Jim,
but I'm just not

the executive type, that's all.

I want to see everything myself.

What's the matter,
you got a date?

I'm thinking of becoming a monk.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Daniels.

Any trouble?

No, sir.

Bunch of sightseers
about an hour ago,

but I chased them off.

Never could understand
people's morbid curiosity.

Don't burn your glove, will you?

I don't think your
truck driver's Campbell.

Well, he fit
Campbell's description.

But if he's got a
truck and she's got

a trunk, why send it by train?

Brighton's less than
20 minutes' drive.

Why didn't he bring
it right here?

Because he didn't want
to be seen with her.

And how would he explain
that to the girl?

Anyway, I'll get Lewes working
on all construction and cement

trucks, even if I
am being a clod.

Well, I've got a feeling
we're all being clods.

Must be a clue somewhere
staring us right in the face,

and I'm damned if I can see it.

Ah.

Wondering about this.

Does it work?

I don't know.

Why?

Just wondered why they'd
need another vacuum cleaner.

Were there any others around?

No.

Should there be?

Well, the caretaker
woman saw Campbell

arrive with another one.

Does Gary Hardware
sell vacuum cleaners?

Hey, that's a point.

Could explain a
lot, couldn't it?

I mean, there being a
John Campbell at Gary's.

Couldn't be the
same one, obviously,

but our boy would
have known about it.

Especially if he'd worked there.
Yes.

Well, we'll start that one
rolling in the morning.

Right now, I want to take
another look upstairs.

Why don't you try
your no replies again?

If Restlin knew this,
he'd get an ulcer.

I'd say he's already had one.

Make a note on the pad.

He can send us a bill.

Hello?

Is that Louis 69 90--

Are you 78 93--

And what does your detective
ability tell you about this?

Do you think this
is where he did it?

Well, that's where I'd do it.
There was no blood.

I'd say it had to be here.

Yes, it seems so.

And I'm pretty ignorant, you
see, which saves you saying it.

Suppose you wait four or five
days before doing anything.

Would there be bleeding, or
would the blood have congealed?

I pass.

MacFarlane's the
boy for that answer.

Well, I'm hoping he's going
to give us a lot of answers.

Did you get your numbers?

Nobody's ever heard of her.

It's like chasing a shadow.

I beginning to believe
that she borrowed

that luggage and her initials
don't have J or S in them.

They must be her suitcases, Jim.

Who are you going to borrow
luggage from for a month?

Here, smell those.

As a man of the
world, what is it?

Perfume.

I know it's perfume,
I'm not that senile.

I mean what kind of perfume.

You don't give me
time to study perfume.

I don't know.

They're certainly
both different.

They are.

Lots of women use
more than one perfume.

Yes, but how often do
they use two bedrooms?

This pillow came
from the other room.

One or two bedrooms,
the answer's

not going to find Campbell.

If we can get enough
answers to enough questions,

we'll find John Campbell.

The kind of answers
I'd like are, one,

why did he steal that lease?

If he hadn't, the body
would still be undiscovered.

And two, why did he stop halfway
through disposing of the body?

Did he have cold feet?

Either that or a weak stomach.

Oh, I see.

You're about to work
with dust again.

Well, I hate doing it, but
that's about all he's left us.

Get someone on it
in the morning.

The dust from every
room separate.

And you better empty
that vacuum cleaner too.

Ask the labs to
make it priority.

Great thing, forensic science.

Look, I don't want to mess
up my retirement by kicking

a sergeant in the pants.

So you better come
back to my place

and I'll fry you some
cod's roe instead.

Uh, Fred, I'd like to,
but, uh, I do have a date.

Oh, yes I forgot.

You monks get around.

At least I had a date.

Well, if she doesn't
learn how to wait,

she's the wrong
girl for a copper.

And don't waste
Restlin's lights.

Did you note your phone calls?

Not yet.

You don't really
think that Restlin's

going to ask us to pay for
two local phone calls, do you?

Listen, if I know
anything about Restlin,

he's just the sort of fellow--

Did you use this pad?

No.

Something's written on
the sheet above this one.

You can still see
the indentations.

Anything legible?

Not yet.

Did your inventory turn up
any iodine in this house?

Iodine.
Yes, in the bathroom, I think.

Get it.

Yeah, it's about half full.

What's this trick?

Here, you hold that.

You better get a handkerchief.

It's going to get hot.

Now just hold that
over the flame.

This was before we
had forensic labs.

Where did you learn this?

Detective novels.

It'll probably say two
pints of milk, please.

As long as it doesn't say
Brighton 3, Southampton 5.

Jean Sherman, Greenwich.
Voila.

The missing girl.

Nice of her to leave
her name and address.

Sir.

There's a car coming
down the road.

Well, we can't stop it.

Yes, sir, but it's
driving very slow,

and I think it's a gray saloon.

What?

I saw it as it
came over the hill.

Can I help you, sir?

Jumping mackerel.

You scared the
daylights out of me.

My name's Hilders.

Evening Argus.

I've been assigned to this case.

Well, that's a coincidence.

I've been assigned to it too.

We finished in there.

Your relief should be
along any time now.

OK, sir.

I rather hoped I might go
to look round the house?

Hope's a wonderful
thing, Mr. Hilders.

I don't know what we'd
all do without it.

Well, can you give me anything?

I mean, I know something
big's going on.

You've got patrol cars racing
round town like somebody

stole the chief
constable's golf clubs.

If there's anything
new to announce,

you'll get it in the morning
at the 10 o'clock conference.

I see.

Well, thanks for the break.

You know, the fact
that your car's an MG

is the biggest break
you've had in a long time.

Well, whatever that
meant, I didn't get it.

Smoke?
No thank you, sir.

Well, is there anything
you can tell me?

As a matter of
fact, sir, there is.

Leaving a car unattended
with the engine running

is an offense under
the Road Traffic Act.

So if I were you, sir, I'd
either switch off or push off.

Yes.

Well, I can see
this isn't my night.

You can
tell the chief constable

his favorite writers are here.

And a villainous looking
bunch, if I may say so.

Feel free.

Do you mean to tell me there
isn't a single fingerprint

in the whole house?

Nothing usable, sir.

Anything new on the car?

Well, I've got men out covering
the registration authorities.

They'll be compiling a list of
all A55s registered within a 40

mile radius of the house.

Yes?

Your press conference, sir.

All right, in a minute.

We can't even give them
the cause of death, can we?

Only that it wasn't poison.

There's the pathologist report.

May I see?

Excuse me.

Death could have been caused
by blow on head, strangulation,

or brain hemorrhage.

Impossible to ascertain
without missing parts.

Which we haven't found.

Time of death, 30 hour period
between Friday afternoon

and Saturday evening.

This may still be reduced.

Estimated age 30.

In the third month of pregnancy.

That gives a possible motive.

It could be.

Do her parents know yet?

No, sir.

I'm off to Greenwich as
soon as you finish with me.

Well, we've got the
bloodhounds out there.

What don't we tell them?

The girl's identity, sir.

I wouldn't like anyone
ringing her parents

until I've spoken to them.

Well, they can probably
have that later.

And I wouldn't like
to read about the A55.

I don't want the murderer
spraying that car

or running it into the river.

In other words, we have nothing
new to tell them at all.

Except that she was pregnant.

Yes.

I'm afraid they'll
make a meal of that.

All right, Fellows.

They can come in now.

Yes, sir.

All yours, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Morning.

Good morning.

Morning.

Good morning, sir.

Come in, gentlemen.

Well, now. let's recap
what you've got already.

Do you know who she is yet, sir?

I hope to be able to tell you
more about that later today.

Picture of Campbell
is in from Manchester.

Well, I didn't think
we could be that lucky.

Better show it to Tenby, Mrs.
Banks, and the deliveryman.

Might as well make it official.

I suppose you're
off to Greenwich.

Yes.

That's the only thing
I hate about this job.

Ringing strange doorbells
and bringing bad news.

Where's Jim?

Down to Lewes to
find that truck.

Hmm.

And while I'm gone, you
can call Manchester.

I want the names of all Gary
Hardware representatives

who have covered this county
over the past three months,

plus a list of all men who
work or have worked there.

OK, gov.

And see if they sell
vacuum cleaners.

Are we off?

We're off.

And do me a favor, will you?

Get me to Greenwich without
frightening the life out of me.

Wait a minute.

We passed it.

Oh, good morning.

Is there a Miss Jean
Sherman known here?

Yes.

You mind if I speak to
her parents for a moment,

her father perhaps?

My father's at work.

Your mother?

She's been dead six years.

What do you want?

Are you her sister?

You're police, aren't you?

Is it that obvious?

What's happened?

I'm afraid I can only discuss
that with Mr. Sherman.

Well, if it's about me, I
feel I have a right to know.

You?

Yes.

I'm Jean Sherman.

Well, I'd better
introduce myself.

I'm Detective Inspector Fellows.

I see.

You'd better come in, then.

Thank you.

Now, would you please tell
me what this is all about?

Well, maybe you can tell me.

What do you know about a man
who calls himself John Campbell?

Nothing at all.

Why?

Do you know anybody
by that name?

No, I don't.

Then by what name do you know
the man who lives at Number

One Bungalow Road, Saltdean?

I don't know
anybody in Saltdean.

I don't even know where it is.

Well, it's 5 miles
outside Brighton.

What's all this
got to do with me?

It's got this to do
with you, Miss Sherman.

Your name and address
were found written down

on the phone pad in that house.

Well, I'm sure I don't
know how it got there.

You've never known a man by
the name of John Campbell--

Never.

Tall, dark hair, middle 30s--

No!

Have you recently, say
within the last month,

met a man, doesn't
matter what his name was,

who answers the
description I gave you?

I keep house for my father.

I don't get much
chance to meet men.

You haven't been out with
any men for the past month?

I haven't been out with
any men for the past year.

I see.

May I ask what you were
doing last weekend?

I spent Easter with my
sister and her husband.

And they love?

In Brighton.

Would you care to write down
her name and address for me?

Why not.

You'll find I was
there, all right.

Don't worry.

All Saturday and Sunday?

I went down Saturday morning,
and came back Sunday night.

And the week before that,
you were here all week?

I'm always here.

Thank you.

You know something,
Miss Sherman?

I'd take a small bet that
any handwriting expert would

be willing to swear
these two samples were

written by the same person.

What two samples?

What's that other writing?

Your name and address.

The paper we found in
Mr Campbell's house.

Oh no.

Would you like to tell me
about it, Miss Sherman?

Look, miss, it's a
very serious thing

to withhold information
likely to be

of assistance to the police.

Sergeant.

Aw, now.

Come on.

There's nothing to worry about.

This is Sergeant Unwin.

You just sit back
there and relax.

Here.

I don't usually go around
letting strange men pick me up.

I'm not the type who
interest men anyway.

But he was different.

He was really interested in me.

Now, why don't you
tell us the whole thing

just as it happened.

He was so nice and--

well, cozy.

He invited me to have lunch with
him and drive out somewhere.

Where did you first meet him?

On the train.

When you went to Brighton?

Yes.

I-- I caught the 9
o'clock from Victoria,

and sat opposite a woman
who got out at Croydon.

It was the last stop
before Brighton.

I thought I was going to
have the carriage to myself.

But that's where John got on.

What did Mr. Campbell look like?

I thought he looked very--

well, good looking.

He had brown eyes with
a sort of twinkle.

Then suddenly he asked
me if he could smoke.

It was the first time I
realized it was a non-smoker.

He was very flattering.

Said it was lucky he hadn't got
in with some old trout instead

of an attractive girl like me.

Did he have any kind of accent?

No.

It was just a warm,
friendly voice.

So you started talking.

Mm-hmm.

He was very easy to talk to.

Charming.

I never met a man as
charming as he was.

What about his clothes.

Were they good quality?

I suppose so.

Brown sports jacket and slacks.

He looked nice.

And where did he
take you to lunch?

He didn't.

I told him I couldn't go.

My sister would have lunch
ready and everything.

He said he just had
to see me again.

He didn't want our friendship
to end suddenly just like that

when we got to Brighton.

Neither did I, really.

Because-- well, I don't
have any boyfriends.

And he was this
charming, attractive man,

and I wouldn't see him again.

But you did.

He said if he couldn't
take me out Saturday,

at least we could
have a drink Sunday

evening before I
return to London.

We arranged to meet at 6:30
outside the telephone booths

at the end of platform seven.

I waited until 10
to 7:00, and I was

sure he'd forgotten about me.

When suddenly I saw him.

I was so glad, I--

well, it meant something.

He took me to some cocktail bar.

It seemed very romantic, and
I felt gay and sort of free.

Well, we talked like we'd
known each other all our lives.

And then somehow--

I don't know how it came
about, but he was suggesting

I go back to his place.

We could have supper
by candlelight.

He was a very good cook.

And he'd put me on the
early morning train.

I suppose I should be insulted.

I don't know, something.

But I'm not.

I'm not even shocked.

In fact, in a way,
I'm sort of flattered, John.

I mean, someone like
you could invite

dozens of girls
back to your place,

and they'd all go like a shot.

Even if you couldn't cook.

So, I-- I'm flattered you should
ask me, but I don't think so.

Now you're laughing at me.

He asked me if I'd
had an affair before,

and I had to say I hadn't.

I felt very unattractive
and could have cried.

Then he put his hand on mine,
and he said he was glad.

Most women of my age had
had too many affairs,

and those women were
never capable of loving.

But now, he said,
time was fleeting,

and if I didn't grasp
life while I had a chance,

I might regret it for
as long as I live.

So he drove you to the
house in a gray car.

Gray, green, purple,
I don't know.

I was too-- oh,
nervous, I suppose.

While you were in the
house, Miss Sherman,

you saw all the rooms?

Most of them.

Not all of them?

The one next to the
bedroom was locked.

The room at the back?

No, the front.

The back room was his bedroom.

I see.

Did he say why it was locked?

He used it as an office.

It was full of
papers or something.

I can imagine what
you think of me.

I think you were
extremely foolish to go

that far with a man
you knew nothing about.

May we use your phone?

Of course.

Better break this to the super.

Don't think I wasn't full
of worries and doubts.

I knew if I said no,
I'd never see him again.

If I said yes, there
might be other times.

Who knows, he might even
fall in love with me.

Have you heard from him since?
No.

Brighton 641 41.

What did you do
with your suitcases?

What suitcases?

Well, I presume you took
some luggage to Brighton?

Yes, of course.

One suitcase.

I don't know what you mean
what did I do with it.

I brought it home.

May I see it?

Yes.

It's the only one I've got.

I've had it for years.

Inspector Fellows
calling from Greenwich.

Is the super there?

How about a green trunk?

You mean do I have one?

I don't have any trunk.

No, sir, this is Unwin.

Just a minute, please.

Excuse me.

Hello, sir.

Well, I'm afraid we're
back where we started.

The girl's alive.

Yes, sir, I'm there now.

Tomorrow morning?

Well, they'll have to
postpone it, then, won't they?

Oh yes, sir, I realize
that, but we don't

know enough for an inquest.

Inquest?

Inquest on what?

I'm sorry, miss.

--we don't even know
the cause of death.

Right.

I'm going to the
Yard on my way back.

I'll call you from there, sir.

Is he dead?

No, miss, but we
thought you were.

What do you mean?

It wasn't papers he was
keeping in that locked room.

It was the dead body
of another woman.

No--

And if you'd been too
curious, Miss Sherman,

there's no doubt that he
would have killed you too.

It isn't true.

No--

Oh now, come on.

It's going to be all right.

Look, there's nothing--

No!

Now, please.

Now, try and get hold of
yourself, Miss Sherman.

It's all right.

Please.

Now, take it easy.

There's nothing to
worry about, please.

Grab her arm.

Grab it.

In there.

Water.

It's all right, Miss Sherman.

Now, take it easy.

Take it easy now.

Nothing to worry about.

Turn her over.

I don't believe you!

Now, take it easy.

Take it easy.

There, that's better.

That's much better.

Now, come on.

Let me wipe your face now.

I can't stand it.

I wish I were dead.

No, I shouldn't wish that, miss.

You've got to consider
yourself lucky to be alive.

I did nothing to him.

He would have killed
me, wouldn't he?

Why don't we go and
sit in the other room

and talk about how you're
going to help us, huh?

Help you?

That's right.

Find the number of the local
police and write it down.

You see, we need your
help in catching Campbell

before he harms anyone else.

You don't know where he is?

Well, we know very
little about him.

See, he was gone
when we got there.

Was she his-- who was she?

Well, we don't know.

We thought she was you.

Now, will you help us?

You see, the point
is, if he telephones--

He wouldn't phone.

Not with the police
looking for him.

But he might, Miss Sherman.

Judging from the little
we do know of him,

he very well might.

I couldn't talk to him,
not even on the phone.

He'd know something was
wrong the minute I answered.

But you'll try.

And if he wants
to see you, agree

to meet him wherever he says.

Oh, god.

But you won't have to
go there by yourself.

Just let the police know
and they'll be there too.

Now, look, that's
the local police

number, that's Scotland Yard,
and the Brighton one's mine.

Now, come on, cheer up.

You're going to
be all right now?

I'll be all right.

I don't like leaving
you like this, you know.

What about the
people next door--

I'd rather be alone.

I'm all right now.

Quite all right.

Well, thank you, Miss Sherman.

Don't hesitate to call me.

Afternoon, Inspector.

I hear they've
postponed the inquest.

Have they now?

Does that mean something
new has come up?

I was hoping you'd tell me.

Well, I might if you
gave me a chance,

but you've got me blocked.

Well, I'm sorry to
hear that, Mr. Hilders.

We always try and
cooperate with the press.

Well, how about a
little cooperation now?

Who's the girl in the case?

We don't know.

I don't mean the victim,
I mean the other girl.

What other girl?

I've heard rumors.

There was another girl in
the house, wasn't there?

He had two women.

Where'd you get that story?

Ah, you know I can't reveal
my sources, Inspector.

Now, look, if you've
been pumping my men--

I've been doing my job.

Come on, Mr. Fellows,
what about the rest of it?

What's her name?

There's no story about
any girl, and you'd

better not try and print one.

In that case, maybe
you'll let me have

a look at the murder house?

Take along a cameraman,
get a nice picture spread--

What's this,
blackmail, Mr. Hilders?

No, no.

Just the one good turn--

Now I'm going to tell
you something, my boy.

You play along with
me, and I'll give

you everything I can news-wise.

But if you print anything
against my wishes

just the once, I
will personally see

the only news you'll
get on this case is what

you steal from other papers.

OK, OK.

It's mighty hard to write a
story on the handouts you give.

Sorry, sir, it's me.

Oh, come in.

Well, the chief's had your
inquest put back a week.

So I heard.

I gather you've had
quite a morning.

Hasn't been my favorite day.

Well, it wasn't
exactly quiet here.

They complied your list of A55s.

You'll be pleased
to know that they

only sold 20.800 greys in 1960.

12.000 of those
were grampian gray,

and 8.800 were farina gray.

Do you know the difference?

I don't even know
what a grampian is.

Well, we showed this
color chart to Mrs. Banks.

She picked farina gray.

Now, there are 1.250
farina grays registered

in this country alone.

Do you know how long
it's going to take

to check all of these people?

Not long enough for
Campbell to die of old age.

And Gorman got your list
of ex Gary employees.

Now, one of them, a Richard
Lester, lives in Lewes.

He also owns one of our cars.

In Lewes?

Yes, but you can relax.

He's been cleared.
By whom?

The Lewes Police questioned him.

So did Gorman.

He's married, four children.

Works in a shirt
factory, and he's

been putting in overtime most
nights for the past two months.

And what about last
Thursday afternoon?

Eh, he was supervising
Easter wages.

He's also got natural red
hair and no dents in his car.

Oh.

I know, that's how
we felt. Now, look,

you'd better take these now.

And the chief wants to see you
before the next press meeting.

Yes, well, I don't want
Campbell knowing anything

about the Sherman girl.

But I think we can
let them announce

our JS comes from Lewes.

We may get some more
help from the public.

Do we know she comes from Lewes?

No, but it's a fair assumption.

And I'm convinced
that once we've

found out who the girl is, we'll
have the man within 24 hours.

Can we release that
quote to the press?

Oh, I heard you
were up here, Fred.

Forensic report.

Huh?

On what?

The ashes from the furnace.

Definitely bone and flesh.

Well, it's nice to know
we're right about something.

Is Gorman in?
Hmm.

He was in there.

Like to put that on my desk?

Sergeant, ask the Croydon
Police for a check.

See if a Joan
Campbell registered

in any of their hotels
last Friday night.

We've got him to
Croydon, have we?

Well, he boarded a train
there last Saturday morning.

He might have been
there overnight.

Gorman.

Tell me about Richard Lester.

There you go.

Just looking through your--

Richard Lester.

How old is he?

Uh, 37, but he's not our man.

Does he fit anything
like the description?

He's not our man.

Is he anything like the
description, Sergeant,

I'm asking you.

Well, he could be, I suppose.

But this man--

Yes, he has red hair.

I know.

Anyone who can change his
name can change his hair.

I want him rechecked.

But we've already
done that, sir.

He was at the
factory from 9 or 10

o'clock almost every evening.

The foreman even showed
me his time sheets.

But what was he doing the
nights he wasn't there?

Staying home.

Who says so?

He does.

And you're going to
take his word for it?

He was at the
factory most nights.

I want proof that he's
not the right man,

and if you can't
get it, I'll have

him brought in for questioning.

If necessary, I'll put
him on an ident parade.

Is Wilks back?

Yes, sir.

Well, on your way out,
tell him I want him.

And don't sulk, Ed, I know
you've double checked.

But this is the
nearest to a clue yet,

and it ought to
be triple checked.

Of course, sir.

Oh, by the way.

The Gary Hardware Company
doesn't sell vacuum cleaners.

I double checked that too.

Yes?

Now, I don't expect
sympathy, Fred.

I need it too.

Well, what happened to you?

Nothing, except
that Lewes Police

is beginning to hate
the sight of me.

No truck?

We questioned every builder,
construction firm, sand quarry,

and cement works in the town.

No one took any
truck to any station.

I still don't think
that man was Campbell.

You had your lunch?

In the sand quarry.

Yes, sir?

Can you organize a sandwich?

Ham, cheese, anything.

No butter.

You heard about Greenwich.

The super held a requiem.

Well, there's no need
to be defeated about it.

If we get enough nos,
there comes a time

when there's only yes left.

This is where Agatha Christie
would have pulled something

brilliant out of the bag.

Yeah, well, I haven't
got Agatha Christie,

so we'll just have to start
again from the beginning.

Have a cigarette.

Thanks.

OK, so we have a Miss or Mrs.
JS who sends a trunk from Lewes.

If we accept the luggage
was hers, then she's a Miss.

Now, the initials on
the trunk were old ones.

Those on the suitcases are
new and they're the same.

If she was married,
they'd be different.

Mystery S follows her trunk to
a love nest in Saltdean, gets

herself dismembered, and
by a freak coincidence is

succeeded by another Miss JS.

JS is dead, long live JS.

Coincidence, but not a freak.

JS are probably the
commonest initials there are.

So common we can't even
find anybody who knows her.

So it simply means the telephone
wasn't in the family name.

This girl gets around, so she
must have access to a phone.

That makes it a boarding house.

Or she shares a
flat with another

girl, and the phone's in
the other girl's name.

Right.

Now, why should a single girl
live in a town like Lewes

without her family?

She works there.

Yes, in an office or a factory.

Maybe a factory.

Hey, what's that factory
up by the castle?

The one that employs
all those girls.

They make stockings.

Nylex?

Nylex.

Now, what do you bet me she
doesn't or didn't work there?

I'll go further,
Campbell works there too.

Will you buy that?

No, it's not based
on a single fact.

You're out in space, Fred.

No, everything's out in
space, even our ideas.

Why should he set
up a house at all?

Not to live with her, but just
to visit her in the evenings.

Now, don't go naive on me.

All right, he could do that
where she's living already.

Look, Fred.

There are hundreds of men
setting up places for hundreds

of girls all over the world--

But not for one month.

It's like the art collector who
paid 500 pounds to an Eskimo

for a beautiful
hunk of ice carving,

only when he got it home, it was
nothing but a bucket of water.

I mean, what's this girl buying?

Hello?

No, who?

Oh, it's Harris.

Yes, Harris.

I'm in Lewes, sir.

I've found a garage
that services

a gray A55 with a bent wing.

They think the owner might
fit Campbell's description.

Yes.

His name is Clyde Burchard.

He lives at Number Two Saxon
Street and is there right now.

Go to the Lewes Police and
tell them I'm coming over.

Ask them to send somebody
with you to watch the house.

But don't tip the man
off and don't touch

him unless he tries to leave.

Burchard's still in there.

It's the first floor.

Good.

Sergeant Wilks and I will go in.

You stay put.

Tell them.

Right.

You're getting quite hot.

There can't be two like this.

Now, take it easy.

I've been in this game
too long to get excited.

Mr. Clyde Burchard?

That's right.

We're police officers.

Just like to ask
you a few questions.

About what?

Well, I'd rather ask you
inside, if you don't mind.

Well, what is it?

Have you read anything
about a body that was

found in Saltdean yesterday?

No.

Bungalow Road was the address.

It was a woman.

She was in a garage in a trunk.

Do you know the place?

No, certainly not.

What's this got to do with me?

Well, we don't know
yet, Mr. Burchard.

That's why we wanted to
ask you some questions.

Is that your A55 outside?

Yes.

What about it?

Well, the fellow who
lived in the house

had an identical car,
bent wing and everything.

What?

Did you rent the
house by any chance?

No, and anybody who
says I did is a liar.

What's your occupation,
Mr. Burchard?

I sell vacuum cleaners.

Is that supposed to be
illegal or something?

Do you mind the Sergeant taking
a look round while we talk?

Yes, I do mind.

You have no right to
come in here like this--

But you brought us
in, Mr. Burchard.

I could easily send back
for a search warrant.

That would mean putting up
with us for another hour or so.

All right, look.

I have nothing to hide.

How long have you lived
here, Mr. Burchard?

18 months.

And how much rent do you pay?

Oh, I sleep here.

I don't waste my money
on a place to sleep.

Well, I suppose a
fellow in your work

can take off all
the time he wants.

Well, you can, but you don't
make much money doing it.

Can you tell me what
you did last weekend?

I was away.

Where?

In London.

How did you get that?

By train.

What train?

Around 6 o'clock, the
one I usually take.

Do you go to London
every weekend?

Mostly.

Why?

Well, what do you think
I'm going to do, stay here?

You're not answering my
question, Mr. Burchard.

I have a good time, of course.

Did you meet anybody
on the train, someone

who could back up your story?

No.

You didn't sit next
to a girl perhaps

and chatted up a little?

No.

What the hell are you doing?

It's quite a harem
you got in here.

All right, so I
go out with girls.

Is that a crime--

Are you married, Mr. Burchard?

No, I'm not married.

She's the only one
about the right build.

Listen, I don't know anything
about any woman in Saltdean.

You want to tell us the
names of these girls?

No, why should I?

Look, Burchard, you've
got to realize that you're

in something of a jam here.

The house where we found the
dead girl was rented by a man

called John Campbell.

Mine's Clyde Burchard.

Called John Campbell.

That wasn't his real
name, of course.

His real name could
have been anything,

including Clyde Burchard.

I never rented any such house.

Have you ever been to
prison, Mr. Burchard?

And we can find out.

It's better you
tell us yourself.

Once.

What for?

A girl told me she was 18.

You cover houses in
the Brighton area?

I go all over the country.

When were you in Saltdean lost?

I haven't covered Saltdean.

May I see your record book?

What record book?

Well, of your calls.

You must have a record.

It's in my head.

I don't write that stuff down.

What are you doing in my desk?

Now look, man, the
more you stall,

the deeper you're getting.

If you think I killed
that woman, you're mad.

I've never been to Saltdean.

Then how'd you sell two
vacuum cleaners there?

All right, Burchard, get your
coat and your shaving things

if you want.

I'm arresting you.

For what?

Suspicion of murder.

You're not obliged to say
anything, but whatever you say

will be taken down in writing
and may be given in evidence.

Ride with him in the
squad car and warn Harris.

Right.

I'll let Superintendent
Ramsey know.

You can't hold me.
I haven't done anything.

If you want to call your
lawyer, I have no objection.

Where would I have a lawyer?

Well, we better find a
good one for you quick.

Come on.

All right, I went to Saltdean.

Those places are all alike.

Saltdean, Rottingdean.

I didn't remember.

You got me mixed up.

B-- but I was never
in Bungalow Road.

I swear I was never
in Bungalow Road.

Watch it, two steps down here.

Right, off with that.

Look, you've got
to listen to me--

Don't worry, we'll listen.
Take him in and book him.

Hold him ready for
an ident parade.

Very good, sir.
This is wrong!

Wrong!

Go and round up Andy Roach,
the deliveryman, and Mr. Tenby.

Get them here as
soon as you can.

All right.

I think we've found our pigeon.

You're kidding.

We're going to stick
him on ident parade.

Do you want to go
out and find them?

Dark hair, around 6
foot, medium build.

You mean now?

Well, why not?

If we're wrong, we don't
want to keep the man in jail.

If we're right, the sooner
we know, the better.

OK.

Oh, by the way,
your girl called.

Said she knew it was a
stupid question, but.

I might even surprise
her and make it tonight.

Does this mean you've found him?

You found the killer?

Where's Mr. Tenby?

Mr. Restlin stopped him.

Said Tenby could do what he
bloody well liked after 5:30.

But until then, he was
running a business.

All right.

On the afternoon of
Thursday 19th of April,

you handed some
groceries to a man

at One Bungalow Road, Saltdean.

Now I want you to
look at the members

of an identification parade.

And if you see the same
person, indicate him to me

by touching him.

Oh, I'll do that, all right.

Photographic memory, that's me.

If Tenby arrives, inform
the Sergeant right away

and get him in.

Only one?

The other one will be
about a half an hour.

It's exciting, isn't it?

This is the man.

This is him.

It's him!

That's the man!
You're mad!

I've never seen him
before in my life.

Oh no?

You were the creep
up at that house.

The one with the A55.

Who is that man?

You know who I am--

Who is he?

I have a right to know!

Who is he?

Are you sure?

Are you absolutely sure?

Of course I'm sure.

How did you find him?

Would you be willing to
swear to it in court?

Any time.

Thank you, Mr. Roach.

See that he gets transport.

Just put me in the box, and
I'll swear on a stack of Bibles.

This way, Mr. Roach.

I wouldn't ever forget that man.

I've got a photographic memory.

All right, simmer
down, Burchard.

There's a lawyer on his way.

Listen, who is that man?

I have a right to know.

I don't think you have,
but I'll tell you anyway.

He's one of the four witnesses
who can identify the man

called John Campbell.

Is he claiming I'm Campbell?

He's swearing to it,
if you want to know.

That's not true!

Who is he?

Where does he claim he saw me?

Where is he getting
the idea I'm Campbell?

He delivered groceries
to you, Burchard.

Last Thursday the
19th, to be exact,

at Number One Bungalow Road.

Oh my god.

Do you want another
parade when Tenby arrives?

Yes.
It's a nuisance, but--

No, wait.

Wait a minute!

I'll tell you, Inspector.
I want to talk.

I want to tell you everything.

And I lied about not
keeping a record book.

It's in that bag with
the rest of my stuff.

A complete list of
calls and addresses.

I want you to look at it.

It's just that you
came at me so fast.

Once I said I didn't know
her, I kept getting in deeper.

That's it, the diary.

Read what it says for
Thursday the 19th.

You tell me.

It says, Joan Campbell, One
Bungalow Road, Saltdean.

And a little star against it.

Am I right?

Don't you see?

I was trying to sell the
woman a vacuum cleaner.

That's how the
deliveryman saw me there.

It was the first
house I stopped at.

She's at the door
taking in groceries.

But she doesn't
have change 'cause

she's in her dressing gown.

So I offer to pay.

Well, this is good business.

She invites me in while
she gets the money.

And later you come
out minus a jacket

and drive your car
into the garage.

Is that your usual
sales technique?

Well, I didn't make a sale.

At least not a vacuum cleaner.

That's why there's a
star against the name.

That means-- well,
the lady was willing.

I count four more stars.

And you're telling me those
ladies were also willing?

Look, I don't want you to think
I make passes at everybody

who opens the door.

But a man gets so as he
can tell when he meets

a woman if she'd be interested.

And I knew Joan Campbell was
interested the way she said,

That was kind.

How much do I owe you?

Let's see now.

13 and fourpence
ha'penny, madam.

That is, of course,
without service.

Oh, well I usually
get service included.

In that case, we'll
deduct the ha'penny.

I'll get my purse.

Hey, don't tell me
you're one of those?

Yep, one of those,
but not one of those.

Don't worry.

You wouldn't be mistaken.

It must be hard work your job.

I suppose after a while
you get used to having

doors shut in your face.

Sometimes they don't shut and
you meet interesting people.

May I?

Do you sell many of those?

I do all right.

Yes, well, I have a
cleaner, and it works fine.

Too bad.

I was hoping we
might do business.

13 and fourpence.

I'll have to owe you
the ha'penny anyway.

Well, I can't demand much in
kind for a ha'penny, can I?

You're a fresh one, aren't you?

I'm a curious one.

What about?

A girl like you living
out here by herself.

Who says I'm by myself?

Well, that's good.

Because no one could
blame you getting pretty

lonely in a place like this.

Yes, it is lonely.

During the day, damn lonely.

Do you want a drink?

Thanks, but I have
a living to earn.

And since I can't
sell you anything.

You haven't really
tried, have you?

Not really.

And you'll never know if
you don't try, will you?

I mean, you've
come all this way.

You might as well give
me the sales talk.

How long do I have?

A couple of hours.

What's the average
time for a sale?

You don't mind me
taking off my coat?

And you better put the
car away in the garage.

Who cares about the car?

I care, and so will that
nosy old cow in the caravan.

You've made your point.

And I'll have that drink.

I was there until around 5
o'clock, then I took off again.

And that's the
truth, I swear it.

You made no attempt
to see her again?

No.

I starred her name in case
I was in the neighborhood.

I don't often go back to places.

When did you learn she was dead?

When you told me, Inspector.

I swear that's the
first time I heard.

One of those pictures of her
in your photograph collection?

Hell no.

Those are just pictures I've
picked up over the years.

Mr. Tenby, sir.

No, not yet!

Sorry, Sarge, but Mr. Fellows--

All right, never mind.

It's done now.

Did you wish to see me?

That's quite correct.

Mr. Burchard, Mr. Tenby.

How do you do, sir?

Uh, perhaps you'll
wait outside for me?

Yes, of course.

All right, all right, men.

Bring him to my office.

Am I cleared?

Give him his stuff back.

Very good, sir.

You've never seen him before?

No, that's certainly
not the man.

I suppose there could be a
slight resemblance, the shape

of the face and the
mouth, but it's definitely

not the John Campbell I saw.

Well, thank you for
coming in, Mr. Tenby.

We may have to
trouble you again.

Certainly.

If it could be out
of office hours.

Mr. Restlin is--

Yes, yes, of course.

I got the proof.

Of what?
Richard Lester.

I talked to his
neighbors and they

verified that he's home almost
every night, including Easter.

Do you want times?
No.

The night Campbell was
supposed to be in Croydon,

this man was at home--

All right, all right.

So he's clean.

Told you that earlier.

Look, there's no point in
us both losing our tempers.

You can't afford it with me, and
I can't afford it for myself.

What time are you off duty?

Three hours ago.

All right, go home, Ed.

Take your shoes off and have
a bottle of beer for me.

Those are the best
orders I've had yet.

All right, Evans.

Well, Burchard, it looks
like there's a good job

you've been telling the truth.

But I want a few more answers.

Sit down.

What sort of a person
with this Joan Campbell?

I didn't know her very long.

I'm aware of that.

But you did have a
character to go with a body.

What was she like?

I mean, was she
easygoing, a neurotic?

Was she eager or
just permissive?

You must have noticed something.

She was-- she was interested.

She didn't attack
me or anything.

What did she talk about?

Trivialities, I don't know.

We didn't talk much.

Tell me about her teeth.

Any special caps,
fillings, or crowns?

If there were, they didn't show.

She had good teeth.

She wear any rings
or any other jewelry?

A wristwatch.

What kind?

Small, round, golden
with a black cord strap.

How small?

Size of a shilling, sixpence?

Um, between the two.

Nothing else?

Nothing.

All right.

Thanks.

Copy of your statement will
go to the Lewes Police,

and they'll keep an eye on you.

So from now on, I
shall sell vacuum

cleaners and nothing else.

Yes, sir.

Can I have my record book?

No, I'm holding on
to this for a while.

And you listen to me, Burchard.

You've had one
conviction for indecency.

You get another one, and
you'll be in real trouble.

So that's Mr. Burchard?

Well, I'm not a prude,
but a man like that

makes me want to take a bath.

All right, let's have it.

What else hasn't worked?

Nylex Hosiery Company.

No JSes there for their
staff in the last six months.

And that goes for
six other factories,

12 beauty parlors, 15
chemists, and 7 hairdressers.

All right.

So we'll have to start again.

It's beginning to look like
the perfect murder to me.

There's no such thing as
a perfect murder, my lad.

Somewhere there's always a flaw.

There's always a track leading
from the kill to the killer,

and no matter how well
he covers the track,

he's going to leave
more tracks doing it.

We haven't even
sniffed at one yet.

Oh, which means
that we're thinking

wrong and looking around.

Supposing the girl
doesn't come from Lewes?

That girl came from Lewes.

If you send a
trunk, you're going

to send it from the nearest
station, aren't you?

Yet we can't find
anyone who knows her.

Maybe we're not asking
the right people.

There's a flaw in
that mess somewhere.

I don't know what or where,
but there's got to be.

And that reminds me.

I want a list from all
pawnbrokers of any ladies

watches bought in
after April the 19th.

There's a description.

Do it right away,
and don't tell me

you're off duty three hours ago.

I never said a word.

Well, don't.

Now, where's Wilks?

Information room.

Well, let's hope
he's getting some.

He was checking up on dentists.

Dentists?

Yes, mm-hmm.

At 29 Edgehill Drive.

Yes, I got that.

That's, um, six in all.

Thank you for your help, sir.

So we're trying to
identify teeth now, are we?

I suddenly had a brainstorm.

Make over these numbers, Katie,
and get me those two first,

will you?

Yeah, you didn't think
of teeth, did you?

As a matter of fact, I did it.

I also thought of not
having any to identify.

No, but a dentist is the
one place where a person

would be known if she went.

Anyway, I turned up five JSes,
and two of them are Joans.

They say Joan Stevens is out.

Oh, let me have it, will you?

Mm-hmm.

Hello.

Do you know when Miss
Stevens will be back?

Oh, I see.

But she does still live there?

Uh-uh.

Thank you.

Right, next.

You know, one day I'm
going to be proud of you.

Now, sir, don't say
anything that could be

used in evidence against you.

Your second call, Sarge.

May I speak to Joan
Simpson, please?

Oh.

Did she leave any
forwarding address?

Yes.

Yes, I can send it
care of her parents.

Fine.

Much obliged.

Joan Simpson left Lewes
at end of February.

They don't know where,
but her parents might.

In Windsor.

Do you want my desk now, or
shall I tidy it up first?

I'd just like to
tidy this up and keep

one date before I'm past it.

Well, it looks
like another drive.

Somebody's got to tell
these parents what

happened to their daughter--

if it is their daughter.

She's run off with some
man, that's what she's done,

hasn't she?

Run off with some man and
got herself into trouble.

I'm afraid so.

I'm not surprised.

She's a no-good tramp.

That's what I told her.

That's what I told you.
She's a good girl--

Whatever she's done, she
deserves what she's got.

Why do you say
that, Mr. Simpson?

She doesn't live the
way we brought her up.

Albert--

Always playing
around with some man.

You don't know that.

What do you mean
I don't know it?

I do know it.

What about that
droop at the airport?

Do you think he
bought her things

because she's good at typing?

That's no way to talk
about your daughter,

especially to strangers.

Joan's a good girl.

She always lived with us.

She was nice to have around.

Never an unkind word, never a--

I should say so.

Well, you did it Albert.

Always hitting at her because
she wanted a good time.

Well, what's being young for
except to have a good time?

Well, she didn't have to
go sleeping it around.

That's not the way a
decent girl should behave.

I told her.

I warned her she'd
have to pay the price.

What kind of trouble is she in?

We think she's been killed.

Huh?

That can't be.

We found a body
which has tentatively

been identified as Joan Simpson
who was living in Lewes.

We've been told that
you're her parents.

Joany--

Is there any chance
of a mistake?

Well, until you and your
husband identify her--

well, no, I--

I'm afraid there
isn't much question.

You said-- did you mean
someone killed her?

We believe so.

Did you catch him?

No, ma'am.

We're trying to.

I was hoping that
you can help us.

Yes, of course we'll help.

Please excuse my husband.

You see, he-- he really
loved her very much.

Yes, I never doubted that.

Perhaps you'd rather
I came back later.

No, I don't mind
talking about her.

I'd like to talk about her.

Where was she working
before she went to Lewes?

At the airport.

She was there four years.

And the man your
husband mentioned?

Oh, Mr. Hammond?

Yes, yes, she worked for him.

My husband thinks she--

she wasn't a nice
girl with Mr. Hammond,

but I don't think that's true.

Did you ever meet
him, Mrs. Simpson?

Oh yes, he used to call for her.

He always seemed a gentleman.

I think my husband was
jealous because Mr. Hammond

did such nice things for Joan.

And what about
other men friends?

Oh yes, she always
had plenty of dates.

Until Mr. Hammond.

Then they stopped calling.

I think she discouraged them.

I-- I think maybe she was
hoping to marry Mr. Hammond.

But she didn't.

One day he suddenly
left the company

Joan was very upset,
especially when my husband

kept saying how he told her so.

So she followed him to Lewes?

I-- I don't know where she went.

She came home one night and
said she'd got another job

and was moving out.

She never wrote to you?

Well, you've been very
helpful, Mrs. Simpson.

Thank you.

Now I'll be getting along, sir.

There'll be a car
here in the morning.

It's just a formality
of identification.

I understand.

I'll see myself out.

And why was John Hammond
fired, Mr. Blake?

We'd been getting complaints.

He couldn't keep his hands
off some of the staff.

One of them being Joan Simpson?

Not one of the complaints.

They seemed to get on fine.

How long was she a secretary?

Oh, about six months, I think.

His regular girl left,
and he asked us to upgrade

Joan from the typing pool.

Would you still have his file?

Certainly, but you
won't find much in it.

Bring me the 1960
personnel file, please.

1960.

Thank you.

Any idea what happened
to him after he left?

Not a clue.

I believe one of the freight
boys met him about a year ago.

He said he was selling cars
in the Midlands or something.

Do you know if he
continued to see the girl?

I'd be very surprised.

He was the type to be
staking out new claims rather

than hanging on to old ones.

Come in.

1960 personnel.

Thank you.

Oh, excuse me, miss.

Does the name John Hammond
mean anything to you?

Do you know him?

Know him?

I still got the scars.

Ooh, sorry, Mr. Blake.

I'm afraid I'm going
to have to question

a lot of your staff, sir.

Do you really think Hammond
did this terrible thing?

I'm willing to bet
my pay packet on it.

John Hammond is John
Campbell, and furthermore, he

lives in this area.

Based on what facts?

Well, sir, If we accept
Campbell is Hammond,

the jigsaw begins
to make a picture.

We now see why Joan
Simpson came to Lewes.

She was following him.

We're even getting a motive.

She wanted to marry him.

Maybe he promised to marry her.

So she pesters him, even
threatens to tell his wife.

Have we established a wife?

Well, if he isn't
married, why rent a house?

She could go to his place.

I believe he took that house
to keep her quiet while he

planned what to do with her.

So what's the next move?

Well, with your permission,
sir, I'd like the Yard to send

down an identi kit immediately.

I want to build up a
composite picture of this man,

and issue it to the press
as soon as possible.

All right.

Will you arrange that?

Yes, of course.

And I'd like them
to put Jean Sherman

on the 11 o'clock train.

And if they can get Mr.
Blake at the airport, let's

have him too.

They should be able to make it.

I take it you're also bringing
in the Banks woman and Tenby.

Yes, sir.

Between the four of them,
we should build up a pretty

good picture of our man.

And there's even a chance
we'll recognize him.

Yes, I have an idea.

But it's a wild one,
sir, and if I'm wrong,

I'll be the laughing
stock of the town.

Well, let's hope you won't be.

Meantime, is there anything
new we can give to the press?

Best we can say is that the
wheels are grinding, sir.

Yes, the trouble is
that when the wheels

aren't making any
noise, people think

we're sitting on our hands.

I know.

All right, Fellows.
Thank you, sir.

Sergeant.

Go and get a car down
to the caravan site.

I want to make sure Mrs. Bank
is here without fail at 12:00,

and that goes for Mr. Tenby.

Any trouble with
Restlin, refer him to me.

OK.

Papers have spread the
trunk label and initials.

Good.

We've already had
six JSes call and say

they're alive and kicking.

How far can you
drive in 25 minutes?

What?
In average traffic.

Ooh.

I'd say about 8 or 9 miles.

Why?

Because I believe that
John Campbell Hammond

lives within 20 to 25
minutes of the murder house.

Well, since the girl's parents
don't know where he is,

and the airport put him in
the Midlands selling cars--

I don't care if he sold
boats at Scapa Flow.

Right this moment,
I'll lay odds he

lives somewhere in that circle.

Come down, Fred.

You're up in the
stratosphere again.

Do you accept he was at
that house around 8:00

every evening?

Yes, we have to.

So we accept he can't
go during the day

because he's got a regular job.

Now, he gets through at
what, say 5:30 to 6:00.

First he goes home to
have dinner with his wife.

Nice understanding wife
lets him out every night.

He only rented the
house for a month.

Now, he tells his
wife he's trying

to earn some extra money.

Maybe a spare time salesman.

And with Easter coming up,
he's going to be working

in the evenings for a month.

It still doesn't put
him in that circle.

It will if you shut up a minute.

Now, he dines with his
wife at, what, 7:00?

7:00.

Give them 45 minutes to eat.

That allows him about 15
minutes to get to Saltdean.

Allow 10 minutes
either side, and John

Campbell Hammond has
to leave within 25

minutes of the murder house.

DI's office.

Who?

Mr. Bunnell.

Oh, yes.

In here.

Bring him through, please.

Who's Mr. Bunnell?

Another suspect?

Well, I'm past the
stratosphere now.

I'm practically in orbit.

That's the client Tenby
took to the house the day

before the burglary.

They couldn't get in, remember?

Yes, I remember.

Mr. Bunnell, sir.

Oh, come in, Mr. Bunnell.

Sit down.

This is Sergeant Wilks.

Oh, how do you do, sir?

And how do you do?

Do you know I've never been in
a detective's office before?

It's rather exciting, isn't it?

Mr. Bunnell, you went
out to look at the house

on Tuesday the 24th.

Absolutely correct, sir.

I just finished
playing with the boys.

I'm a school master, of course.

You drove out to the house?

Yes, absolutely correct.

Mister, um-- Tenby, isn't it?

And I, yes.

We took my car,
and then we couldn't get in.

The house, of course.

We rang the bell several
times, but the place

seemed quite deserted.

Mister, um-- you know,
hasn't got the keys with him.

But he suggested if we
came back the next day,

there was sure to
be someone there.

Of course, the very next
day I found out that someone

had perished there.

How many people knew you were
going to look at the house

again?

Well, my wife, of course,
and possibly Mr. Marks.

That's our maths
master, you know.

And how old is Mr. Marks?

Oh, Old Marks?

Oh, he's well into his 60s.

Yes, a real Mr. Chips.

And you're quite sure nobody
else could have known?

Oh, absolutely sure, yes.

Well, I'm much obliged
to you, Mr. Bunnell.

Oh, is that all?

You've been a great help.

Have I?

I didn't think I'd been
a very good witness.

Oh, but you've been
an excellent one.

Oh, have I?
Well, I'm so glad.

Well, it's something to tell
the boys anyway, isn't it?

Do you know, I
thought I was going

to get a good grilling there?

Well, come on.

I work here too.

I've been adding up my theories.

Someone didn't
want us to identify

his writing on that
lease, that I understand.

But why did he stop destroying
the body on Tuesday night?

I thought we agreed, it
was fear of discovery.

Not fear, Jim, expectation.

He knew something was going
to happen on Wednesday.

But it wasn't
necessarily Mr. Bunnell.

I can't sell you
anything, can I?

Only thing that will sell me is
when somebody points and says,

that man is John Campbell.

I want Sergeant Unwin to meet
the midday train from London

and escort Miss
Jane Sherman here.

Yes, he knows her.

Jean Sherman?

A bit more of my
stratosphere stuff.

It probably won't pay off.

But by the law of averages,
if you keep trying long enough

something's bound to happen.

Could you sit over
there, please?

The others are just coming in.

Miss Sherman, Mr. Blake.

How do you do?

And Sergeant Neilson, the
identity kit operator.

Between you all,
we're going to try

and build up a
composite likeness

of the man we're looking for.

Ah, Mrs. Banks.

Come and sit over
here, will you?

John--

All right, Mr. Tenby.

Come on.

It was an accident.

You can tell us about it later.

Come on, take him away.

It was an accident!

Well, you've got
to listen to me!

It was an accident!

I can prove it!

It was an accident!

Johnny.

It happened in the kitchen.

When I told her I
wasn't seeing her again,

that even if she went to my
wife I wasn't going on with it,

there was a scene.

She became hysterical, and
grabbed a knife and came at me.

I tried to get out
of the way and fell.

She was rushing at me so
hard, she tripped over me

and fell against the sink.

I thought she was
just unconscious.

But when I couldn't revive
her, I realized she was dead.

That's the truth.

You've got to believe me.

I'm afraid I don't, Mr. Tenby.

I think you killed Joan
Simpson because she

was threatening you.

Because she was pregnant--

It's not true!

Because it was a very
carefully planned murder.

No!

Even to the purchase
of a knife and hacksaw.

Yes, we traced them to
Gardner's Hardware Shop.

All right.

I admit that.

But it was after she died.

I bought them after.

When?

I bought them, when
was it, Monday?

Yes, that's right, Monday.

After I put Jean
Sherman on the train.

You bought them
before she was killed.

I swear I didn't.
The shop's near the station.

That's why I bought them there.

To use on the body.

I was in a blind panic.

I realized what it would look
like if I called the police.

They'd think I was guilty
no matter what I said.

Have you ever been
to prison, Tenby?

Once.

What for?

I embezzled 50 pounds.

It was a long time ago.

Under what name?

Campbell, Hammond, or Tenby?

Tenby, it's my real one.

Were you married then?

Yes, my wife knew everything.

I changed my name and
worked as a salesman

for a Croydon cosmetic firm.

Were you thrown out
of that job too?

No.

I got a better one
at the airport.

That's where I met Joan.

How soon did you start
planning to kill her?

I didn't kill her!

It was an accident!

Well, tell us about it.

What you did, what she did.

But I've already told you!

All right, well
let's have it again.

Tell Sergeant Wilks.

And she started making demands
about divorce and marriage.

I-- I thought it was safest to
go on seeing her for a while.

So you drove her
trunk to the station

to make sure she brought it.

I didn't drive anything.

Who did, then?

Her roommate's fiance.

He runs a chicken
farm or something.

His name?

I don't know.

Her roommate was Ruth somebody.

We never met.

So you rented a house and
dreamt up another name.

I told my wife I was
back on cosmetics.

And when was the big blowup?

Friday night.

Joan wanted me to stay the
weekend as if we were married.

I said no, and she started
getting hysterical.

So you knew you'd
have to kill her.

Don't keep saying that!

She fell!

Against the sink!

And off you went to Croydon.

I had to get away
where I could think.

Where'd you do this thinking?

In a flat.

I don't know the address.

Who's flat?

I don't know her name!

And the next morning you picked
up Jean Sherman on the train.

It sounds terrible put that way.

How would you like me to put it?

I just wanted to
be with a woman.

It's always been
that way with me.

When I'm in trouble,
I turn to a woman.

Why didn't you finish the job?

I was terrified Restlin would
take that schoolteacher back

with the key.

So you bundled everything into
a trunk to stage a burglary.

I knew the first thing they
would do is check the lease,

and it was in my handwriting.

I didn't kill her!

She died accidentally!

It was an accident.

Would you like a cup of
tea or coffee, Mr. Tenby?

Tea, please.

Right, we'll have a
cup of tea and then

we'll go over it again.

I can't keep telling it!

Why not?

Unless you're afraid of
forgetting something.

She rushed at me with a knife.

She tripped and struck her head.

What sort of knife?

A long carving knife.

The one you bought at Gardner's.

I didn't buy that till Monday!

Well, you have another think.

We'll go over it again later.

Well, we might as well face
it, he's got us over a barrel.

I don't care how often he
denies it, he killed it.

I'll stake my life on that.

He doesn't have to prove
he didn't murder her.

We have to prove he did.

Don't have a chance.

Of course we've got a chance.

Show me where.

How did she die?

It could have been an
accident as he says.

He bought the knife
and hacksaw while he

was planning to murder her.

That's our version,
but we can't prove it.

Could have been
Monday as he says.

We go to all this
trouble to catch a man,

and we can't touch him just
because some bloody hardware

shop doesn't keep records.

All right, shut up.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

You know I don't
blame you, Fred.

You've done a hell of a job.

It's just the
breaks of the game.

Is that supposed to
make me feel better?

Hey, I hear you've got him.

Leave us alone,
there's a good fellow.

Well, have you or haven't you?

Oh, come on, Mr. Fellows.
You owe me a break.

I never mentioned the
Sherman girl, did I?

I'll get the chief
to give you a medal.

I think I'll put in
for the show column.

- I wouldn't have his job either.
- Hey, Fred.

We're a bit slow on
the uptake, aren't we?

Monday was a public holiday.
The shops were closed.

Of course, you know what
you've just done, don't you?

- What?
- Docked yourself out of a drink.