Original subtitles

Hey, what ye doin' there?

You know what yer can do with yer curfew?

To hell with yer curfew!

- Get on corporal!

- Crawford!

- Very good sir.

- Oh!

- Your man's a long time phoning for the relief.

- You know very well he's had to tap a wire.

- Better if we left this darned thing here

and took to the bog.

- It's my duty to defend government property

if the necessity arises.

- It'll arise all right.

- Why didn't you go when you had the chance?

- Huh, you'd like to get rid of me wouldn't you?

- Don't be ridiculous!

Corporal put out that light!

Christmas!

- It's your fault Sang ye, we could have got away!

- You carry on here corporal.

Take good care of Mr. Challoner.

I'll work around their flank.

Back all of yer to the woods!

- Think you scared 'em off?

- They've seen the relief patrol.

He's dead.

- We're alone now, Sang ye.

- Yes.

- What do you mean?

- I know about you and Marjorie.

- Better leave her out of it.

- Did you?

- She wasn't your wife then.

Divorce her.

I'll pay you to.

- No, you've done enough.

- You married her while I was at the front.

You told her I was dead.

I haven't seen her since.

- Even her child is yours.

- Yes and nothing shall hurt her.

Put that down you fool!

- They wasn't 'arf in a mess when you brought 'em in, sir.

- Very right and proper, Duncan.

You've made him look quite handsome.

- That one's Challoner.

- So I suppose. - Shot through the heart.

These papers were on him, sir.

Anything wrong, sir?

- Powder marks all around the wound.

He must have been shot from about three feet.

- Ah, bring me a probe. - Probe, sir?

- Rum. - Rum, sir?

- Penetrated the right ventricle.

Better get me my apron.

Look at that. - Yes, sir.

- That was fired from a Krieger automatic.

There were only a few of 'em made during the war.

See the shape of it?

- I've seen one or two that were taken on the Western Front

but I'm dashed if I know how the Shinners got hold of one.

- Digging up ballistics, Carson?

- No, I just dug it out of this contractor bloke.

- Oh, was that necessary?

- I thought so sir, but perhaps I was mistaken.

Cover him up, Duncan.

Bad luck about Challoner.

He was an old friend of yours, wasn't he?

- Here's my report for the B.M. Mr. Carson.

Now, good morning.

- Lovelier than ever.

A couple more moonlight nights and

I think it's a very good thing we're docking now.

- Optimist!

- But I warn you I'm not gonna give up.

Once we're on shore I'm gonna be a perf-

- You will have to behave yourself.

General Sang ye will see to that.

- Sang ye, do you know him?

- Of course, do you?

- Do I?

I know all about him.

- Your passport, Mrs. Cloam.

- Your bag, Mrs. Cloam.

- The gangway's down, Mrs. Cloam.

- I say you are a big-wig, Mrs. Cloam.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Cloam.

- Wait here.

- Hello. - Diana.

You are back at last.

I've missed you.

Had a nice trip? - Yes, thank you.

- You look beautiful.

- Well, this Major Carson.

- Really? - How do you do, sir?

- How do you do?

- Well, I'm fine, never feel better.

We've had a most marvellous time, haven't we?

Yes.

- I'm glad my wife entertained you.

- What did you say?

- Well, I have some business to attend on the board.

Are you going home or does your friend require

some more entertainment?

- Shall I send the car back for you?

- Please, I'll be home at six.

I say I...

- Shall we go?

- Hullo, you two!

- Hello!

Jim.

- How do you do?

Tony.

- Surprised?

- Well, I thought...

- Where's your husband?

- He had some business on board.

- And why not have some tea with me?

- Oh, that's a good idea.

Fancy you knowing my cousin.

- Cousin?

But I never knew-

- He wouldn't tell you, I'm the family skeleton.

Come along.

- Yes, come on, tea.

- Well, Tony, I suppose you're all ready

to share the white man's burden.

Know anything about malaria?

- I ought to old boy, I swatted it up for six months, why?

- Nothing, only your predecessor died of it.

- Oh, well, I intend to disappoint you.

- Can't we go somewhere less crowded?

- Anywhere you like and a brand new car to take us there.

- Oh, that's grand.

I feel like a blow.

- Sorry, Tony, it's only a two-seater.

- We don't mind, you can probably squeeze

in the dickey, can't he?

- Well, goodbye Tony, that's your way.

There's your launch and there's your luggage.

And right over there are your quarters.

- Yes, well, Devil's Island can wait.

We're more interested in his new car, aren't we?

Party, eyes right!

- Hello, who's this? - Old Sang ye.

- Glad to welcome you back, Mrs. Cloam.

- How do you do, Sir John? - Fine.

- I want to introduce Major Carson, sir.

- How are you, sir?

I think we've met before, sir. - Have we?

- Yes, in that Irish show back in '21.

- That was long time ago.

- My cousin was wondering- - What's that?

- My cousin was wondering if you'd take him

over to the Fort with you, sir.

- Oh, there's no hurry, no hurry at all, sir.

- He's no end of a lad on tropical diseases.

- Know anything about malaria?

- Oh, yes, sir, that's his pet subject, got full marks.

- Excellent, you're the very man I want to talk to.

- Yes, but... - Come on.

- Ah, yes, sir.

- See you later.

- Jim, stop.

Please.

- Well, what you'd think of the bus, isn't she a beauty?

- Jim,

why are you still here?

You haven't kept your part of the bargain.

- I did apply for a transfer

but old Sang ye talked me out of it.

You know Sang ye so-

- So you've let me come back to face

the same old problem again.

- Can't two perfectly sane people be friendly without...

After all we're grown up.

- I've never known anyone less grown-up.

- I promise not to make things difficult.

We'll be just friends.

- Will you remember that?

- Just friends.

"It's a Sin to Tell a Lie",

played by Abdul Abibullah-

- Good evening, Mrs. Challoner.

Good evening, Sir John. - Good evening.

What's all this pandemonium?

- Hello, Belinda.

- Father! - What?

- Mr. Daunt, come here.

- No parade this evening, Daunt?

- I got to leave, sir.

- What for? - Language study, sir.

- Oh, well, it's news to me that

you can study languages in the Club.

- I taught I might practise on the servants, sir.

- Oh, I see.

Boy, now tell this fellow to close those windows.

- Since you've ordered it, you better take some.

It's stimulating.

- Fine. - Yes, sir.

- Now go and study in your quarters.

- Yes, sir.

- Languages my foot!

- What am I supposed to do now

that you've sent Dennis packing?

- Well,

tomorrow is also a day.

- So it is and I shall ask him round to tea.

- And I shall lock up my cigars.

- As a matter of fact,

she's an extraordinary good-looking girl

but not my line of country.

- Eyes front, Tony.

- Are there any women in this place without

a barbed-wire fence around them?

- A few but that one happens to be

the General's step-daughter.

- Really?

Well, here's for promotion, huh?

May I join you?

I'm Jim Heverell's cousin.

Of course.

Let's see what you can do.

- I got my blue for this you know.

Now observe the finesse, the delicacy of touch.

- Well, it won't take much to beat that,

will it, Miss Sang ye?

- Challoner's the name.

- What did you say?

- My name isn't Sang ye, it's Challoner, Belinda Challoner.

My father died when I was a tiny baby.

- Was that in Ireland?

How did you know that?

- So you're the little girl all the trouble was about.

- Trouble?

I don't know what you're talking about.

It's a small world, isn't it?

Now did you observe the dedica-

- Good evening, Mrs. Cloam. - Good evening.

- Good evening, sir.

- I seem to recall that the band has orders

to cease playing at six o'clock.

Six thirty-two.

Why are they still here?

- Well, you see sir, there's a special reason.

- What reason?

- The governor's paying us a visit

and the band's been kept to play "The King."

- By whose orders?

- The general's.

- Indeed!

We'll see about that.

- Hello. - Hi.

- Hello. - How are you?

- You're just in time.

- Yes, there's a storm coming up.

- General Stangye, why did you order the band

to continue playing without consulting me?

- You?

- I'm chairman of the Club Committee.

- What's that?

- I'm chairman of the Club Committee.

- But the band is under my orders.

- In the Club? - Certainly.

- You'll forgive me if I disagree.

You can do whatever you like on your island

but here you are merely a Club member.

- Mr. Cloam, the governor is coming.

- Governors mean nothing to me.

- I have something to say about-

- Mr. Cloam, His Excellency is here.

- Ah, Mrs. Cloam, it's delightful to see you back again,

isn't Sang ye, eh?

- A real pleasure, Charles, Mrs. Cloam.

- I'm going home, Diana.

- Oh, excuse me.

I'm coming too.

- Don't let me disturb your social activities.

- Well, of course, I'm coming.

Goodnight.

Goodnight Sir John. - Goodnight Mrs. Cloam.

- Goodnight Sir Charles.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Oh, that nasty little- - Squirt's the word.

- Hello, Cloam speaking.

Tell Brown to call you for

the manifest first thing in the morning.

Goodnight.

Diana.

I made a fool of myself tonight, would you forgive me?

- Oh, let's forget about the wretched Club.

- You are a darling.

You know, I would have been terribly embarrassed

if I had been you.

- That's all right.

- You know, I planned a lovely evening

and now I spoiled everything.

I have a surprise for you.

- Oh, they are beautiful.

- Do you like them?

- Beautiful.

Do you remember that coral necklace you gave me?

- That was ages ago.

- It was you who discovered that coral was my colour.

- Everything was exciting those days.

- Why not now?

Picnic, eh?

It's very kind of the general to invite us.

You are growing more popular everyday.

It's very gratifying.

- Are you coming?

I'm afraid so.

If your grand service friends want to have you,

they must put up with me.

- But they asked you.

- Of course they asked.

They have such perfect manners.

- Well, are you coming or not?

Yes, I'm coming.

Just to remind you that you still have a husband

even though he's only a common trader.

- Do stop that thing.

It's attracting all the insects.

Oh, shut up!

- Hey!

- I say, I say, too bad there's so much foliage about-

- Serves you right.

You know Dennis, I don't like that Carson man.

- I don't either.

- You remember that Boat Race night when we drove 'round

and 'round Eros in a hanson?

- You don't mean to tell that you remember that?

- Wasn't it Lottie who fell in the fountain?

- No, sir, that was Agnes.

Lottie was on the horse, beg your pardon, sir.

- Old Crawford's a walking diary.

- What happened to Old Stinger Majoribanks

of the Ponna Horse?

- Well, he started a poultry farm in Surbiton,

calls it the Garden of Allah.

- There! - Thank you.

Diana, you're trembling.

Is it because of me?

No.

Just plain cold.

- Yes, I was afraid so.

- Oh, thank you. - Not at all.

Oh, well, the White Man's grave has its compensations.

Sparkling waterfalls, shady pools, lovely sunsets.

- And ducky little mosquitoes!

- And the most charming woman in Africa by my side.

Well, now what more could any man want?

- Your shorts! - Short, what?

Oh, I say, a joke's a joke but that really is a bit thick.

- Oh,

it's you.

- In the flesh.

We seem to spend most of our time getting rid of Tony.

Yes, I'm afraid he's becoming a nuisance.

- Look.

Just in case.

What's up, Diana?

- I can't stand it any longer.

I'm leaving him.

- Aren't you going to bathe today, Mr. Cloam?

- No.

Not today, thank you.

- Oh, it's a pity, the water's divine.

- No, he'll never divorce me.

- Does it matter?

I'll leave the service and we'll go away together.

You know, I have always wanted that.

- And you know that I wouldn't let you ruin your life.

You'd be disgraced.

He'd see to that.

We've been over all this before.

The only important thing in my life is you

and I don't propose to let you out of it.

- But it can't be.

I'm going to England.

It's all over.

- Hold you head up.

There,

that's better.

- Let's pretend it is anyway.

- No, pretence at all.

It is and always will be.

Look!

- Look.

It's getting dark.

We must go back.

- Give me your hand.

- What's that?

- Ask Lorne, he's a policeman.

- Pagans on their way to a tribal dance in the village.

- Let's go and watch it.

- General Sang ye, I want to have a word with you.

- Yes?

- If I may a call a spade, a spade.

- Why shouldn't you?

I always do, well?

- I have to complain about

a certain officer under your command.

- What's that?

- I think it's perfectly outrageous

for a man in his position to behave like this.

- Allow me, Belinda.

- Miss Challoner, please.

- I wonder you don't change it to Sang ye?

- Why should I?

- Oh, come on now, you don't mean to tell me

you don't know why?

- I don't like your riddles, Major Carson,

and I don't want to know the answers.

- The general wants you.

- All right, I'll get my coat.

- Lorne, how long are these people going to keep this up?

- Not too long I hope, sir.

- Why Belinda dear, what's the matter?

- Oh, it's only that Major Carson.

- Come on, Belinda.

- You sent for me, sir?

- Yes, I've something to say to you.

- Yes, sir?

I don't want the other people to hear

so come a little closer, will you?

- I've just had complaints that you're paying far too

much attention to a certain lady.

- Indeed, sir?

- There's no necessity to mention names.

- Oh, no sir, let's observe the niceties

in those matters.

- I don't like your tone, Carson.

- Sorry, sir.

- Anyhow, I'm warning you.

- Very thoughtful of you, sir.

- And while we're on the subject,

I won't have you hanging around my step-daughter.

- Step-daughter is she?

- What do you mean?

- You know what I mean, she's not your step-daughter.

- What's that?

- I say she's not your step-daughter.

- Major Carson, consider yourself under arrest.

- You wait a minute, you can't arrest a man

for telling the truth.

She's your daughter.

I know why Challoner died. - Carson!

- And I know who killed him!

You swine, I'll-

I'll see you at the Fort tonight.

Have that fire put out.

- Carson's died, murdered.

- Party shun!

- Stand easy, what's the matter?

- Gunner Albert heard a shot from

the officers' quarters, sir.

- Woke him and he woke us, sir.

- Satisfy yourself this hasn't been fired.

- Oh, quite, sir.

- Now give me yours.

When did you clean this last?

- I didn't do it, sir.

- I can see that, filthy covered in rust.

- What's this?

Prelude to a duel, sir?

- You may go.

Major Carson has been murdered.

- Well, I'm...

- Whoever did it couldn't have got up here without

the sentry seeing him.

- What about the balcony?

- Impossible, look at it.

- Well, I suppose we shall know all in good time, sir.

- You don't seem very upset.

Some sort of relation of yours, wasn't he?

- First cousin.

Poor old Tony!

It would annoy him to come into all that money

and not be able to use it.

- What's that? - As a matter of fact,

he'd just come into the family fortune.

- Who gets it now?

- Well,

I'm afraid I do.

- Oh,

I see.

Daunt! - Sir.

- Remain here whilst I arrange for a sentry to take over.

- Yes, sir.

You didn't do it, did you, Jim?

Really, Dennis?

- Well, I mean, the money, you know and-

- By Jove, I've got to send a cable.

- But Jim-

- That money's gonna save me a lot of trouble.

- Sorry sir, orders is no one's to come through.

- Oh, that's all right.

Those orders don't include the police.

- Well, sir, I...

- I'll take the responsibility.

- Who's in there? - Major Lorne, sir.

- What's the meaning of this Mr. Lorne?

- It's my duty to search the room.

- I should like to remind you that the Fort's in my command

and nothing is done here except by my orders.

- Very well, sir, I'll report accordingly.

You were right sentry!

And the picnic ended in a first class row.

Carson said a thing or two that Sang ye didn't like at all.

And this morning I found that in Carson's desk.

- Sang ye?

With a career like his?

Impossible!

- Well, I hope you're right, sir.

- 1921.

That's years ago.

Come in!

- Sir, the general's arrested Captain Heverell!

- Jim?

For the murder of Major Carson.

- All right, Bryan, you can go.

Well, that clears that up.

- The general's crazy.

Heverell's no murderer.

- I'm sure General Sang ye is satisfied

there's enough evidence to cause his arrest.

- You may think this letter's evidence too

but it's against the general.

We'd better cable home, sir, investigate the Irish affair.

It seems to me the General's trying to...

Anyhow, sir, we must cable home.

- I'm afraid you're right, Lorne.

We must.

Ah, present

arms!

- The court opens for the trial

of Captain James Price Heverell, Royal Enginneers,

charged with committing a civil offence.

That is to say murder at Island Fort Mamba

on the 25th of August.

Are you guilty or not guilty of the charge against you,

which you have heard read?

- Not guilty, sir.

- You may sit down.

- I call Major General Sir John Sang ye.

- What are you doing here, Mr. Lorne?

- I'm here as a spectator, sir.

- Civilians are not allowed in the Fort.

- As police commissioner, sir, I have a government pass.

- I think we must remember sir,

that a court martial is an open court.

- I see...

Very well, Mr. Lorne, you can stay.

- The whole truth and nothing but the truth,

so help me, God.

- Now Sir John, on the night of the 24th-25th of August-

- It would be simpler if I made a statement

then you can question me if necessary.

- Certainly sir, please do.

- What's that?

- I said sir, that'd be okay.

- Okay?

- I mean, sir that'd do very nicely, thank you.

- Well, on the morning of the 25th,

I found Major Carson dead, shot through the heart.

Mr. Daunt came into the room

and I told him to examine my revolver, which he did.

I examined his, niether had been fired.

I presume Mr. Daunt will be asked to confirm this.

- Oh, yes, sir.

- Mr. Judge Advocate, might I suggest that it

is somewhat unusual for a witness for the prosecution

to instruct the prosecutor.

- Quite so, Mr. Steddon.

I must ask you Sir John to confine yourself strictly

to the statement of fact.

- But I insist upon Mr. Daunt's corroboration.

- You are not being tried for the murder

of Major Carson, Sir John.

- I...

Very good.

Captain Heverell then came into the room.

- Did you note the time, Sir John?

- It was about six-ten.

6:10 a.m.

- I think you saw Captain Heverell, the accused officer,

on the day before the murder.

- I did.

I examined his Imprest Account.

I had certain suspicions.

- Suspicions of Captain Heverell?

- Not of him personally, of the account.

The clerks who kept it were in his charge.

He was responsible.

And was the account in order?

Technically, yes.

But it showed a large balance at the bank

which I determined to check at the earliest moment.

- And did you, sir, check it?

- I did. - With what result?

- The balance was correct but the amount in question

had been deposited to the account only two hours before

I arrived at the bank.

- On what day did you visit the bank?

- The day following the murder.

- Precisely.

So on the day of the murder there had been

a shortage in the account?

- Undoubtedly.

Thank you, Sir John.

Cross-examination, Mr. Steddon?

- Please.

Sir John, there was never any thought in your mind

that Captain Heverell had devoted this money

to his personal use?

- He was responsible for it.

- And seems to have carried out that responsibility.

One further point Sir John,

for Captain Heverell to have arrived at the Fort at 6:10,

at what hour would he have had to leave his quarters

on the mainland?

- Not later than 20 minutes before six.

- Thank you, Sir John.

- And also thank you, Sir John.

- I call Martin Fedor Cloam.

- This is the model, sir.

- It's very beautifully made. - Thank you.

I took great trouble with it.

- I feel sure the court appreciates that.

- Shall I go on?

- Please do, Mr. Cloam.

- I will demonstrate

how the murder might have been committed.

There is always a heavy mist upon the water before dawn.

So the murderer could easily avoid being seen.

He would take a native boat

and drift down

with the current

to here.

Standing on the mast he could secure his boat here

to this post.

And then quite easily gain access to the balcony,

fire the shot,

and then return to the boat.

Before anyone could possibly see him,

he would have drifted away in the mist.

Later I suggest the murderer returned

the boat to its moorings and approached the Fort

in his motor dinghy in the usual way.

- And Mr. Steddon, cross-examination?

- Please.

- Mr. Cloam,

can you tell me what led you

to evolve this ingenious theory?

I understand that you voluntarily came forward with it.

- I was interested in the case.

- I see, just interested?

- It is the duty of every citizen to assist the law.

I have some prominence in this community and I-

- Thank you, that will be all.

- I now call Miss Tuff.

- Miss Tuff, I'm sorry to have to bring you

all the way from England.

- Sheer waste of time and money.

The whole thing's ridiculous.

I never heard of such a thing in all my time.

You should be sorry getting me here

on Trumped up charges against Jim...

The evidence I shall give before

this court shall be the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth

so help me, God.

- You are Miss Isabella Hobson Tuff.

- Yes.

- And you were until her death, companion to Lady Staveley?

- I was.

- And Lady Staveley was the aunt of Major Carson

and of Captain Heverell, the accused.

- Yes.

- You knew the provisions of her will?

- I ought to, I helped her draught it.

- Did you send this cablegram to the accused?

- The name should be spelled T-U-F-F.

- Quite, but did you send the message?

- I don't know see how that has to do with it.

- Will you please answer my question?

- I've known Jimmy since his school days.

He was a good boy in spite of what the family thought.

- Quite, no doubt, but will you answer me?

- Such nonsense as if a murderer could smile like that!

- Miss Tuff, please.

Did you send that cablegram?

- I thought he should know the worst.

- So he knew of Major Carson's inheritance

the day before the murder?

- Well, I suppose he did that is if he got the cablegram.

- Next day, the day of Carson's death,

did you receive a cablegram from Captain Heverell

asking you to send him an advance at once?

- That's private business.

I don't see that it has anything to do-

- No, perhaps you don't, but did you send the money?

- Well, it's his money, isn't it?

- Did you send it or didn't you?

- Well, if you want to know I did.

Young army officers are always short of money.

If the government would only pay them a decent wage instead

of wasting money-

- Quite, that will be all, Miss Tuff.

Cross-examination?

Thank you, Miss Tuff.

- Don't worry, Jimmy, it will all come right.

Truth must out

even in a court of law!

- That completes the evidence for the prosecution.

- Now for it.

I call Julius Caesar.

- Do you swear that the evidence you shall give

before this court shall be the truth.

The whole truth and nothing but the truth

so help you?

- Yes.

- Where was Captain Heverell on the night in question?

- Master, what night?

- The night of the murder.

- Master sleep all night.

He leave bungalow in morning early.

- Exactly at what hour?

He leave six o'clock, sir.

- And how do you know that?

- I hear clock strike.

- Thank you, that'll do very nicely.

- Captain Coats, do you wish to cross-examine?

- Please, sir.

Your name is Julius Caesar.

- Yes, sir. - Who gave you that name?

- I annointed missionary, sir.

- Oh, so you're a conformist, are you?

- Me good conformist, sir.

Missionary say me get new hat and bicycle if annointed

so I get anointed quick, yes sir!

- Quite.

- You know that conformists

who tell lies are bad conformists?

- Yes, sir.

- Do you know what happens to bad conformists?

- Devil get 'um. - Yes and?

- Masters no like 'um. - And?

- Missionary take away bicycle?

- Yes, exactly.

Now was Captain Heverell in his bungalow all that night?

On your oath to tell the truth as a good conformist,

was he at home?

- No, sir, master no come home all night, sir.

- Thank you.

That'll do, thank you.

The court will adjourn till 2:30.

- I never thought he'd come out with that conformist gag.

- Well, you know, what Coats' is.

- Yes but why the devil didn't you tell me

you didn't go home?

- It does make your position a little awkward, doesn't it?

- My position?

Makes your position awkward.

- Oh, Crawford, I wanted to ask you something.

- Yes, sir, at your service.

- You've been with the general long time, haven't you?

- Close on 30 years, sir.

- Yes, do you remember an ambush in Ireland in '21

when a Mr. Challoner was killed?

- Yes, sir.

What of it?

- I was just wondering-

- Look here, sir, the general was in France

when you were in knickerbockers.

He got a V.C. and earned it

and a D.S.O. and earned that.

And he pulled me out of a mucky at Vimy Ridge.

And if you want anything against him,

you've come to the wrong shop.

- Well, policeman, what about a spot of fresh air before

going back to the Old Bailey, coming?

- Oh, Steddon, can you spare a minute?

- Certainly.

Go along, I'll catch you up.

Well,

what is it?

- It's about Heverell's case.

I think I've got a hold of something that may help him.

Now look here on the morning of the murder...

- Sir John, I have recalled you in order to pair up one

or two points upon which you may be able to assist us.

- Well?

- You say that you called Major Carson

into your room on the night of the 24th of August?

- Yes.

- Then you were the last person to see him alive?

- I suppose so.

- Except of course the murderer.

- What's that?

- Except the murderer.

Why did you call him into your room?

- To tell him I didn't wish him

to see my stepdaughter in future.

- Why?

- The man's dead, I'll say no more.

- You knew Lieutenant Carson

as he then was in Ireland

in 1921?

- Yes, it's likely.

- Your stepdaughter was the daughter of a Mr. Challoner,

who was killed in an ambush in Ireland in 1921?

- Yes.

- You were the sole survivor?

- Yes.

- And Carson came up with the rescue party?

- Yes.

- Now when you had this little chat

with Major Carson on the night before his murder,

was there no mention of these old, unhappy, far-off things

and battles of long ago?

- No.

- You would agree that Major Carson might try

to make capital out of any discreditable knowledge

that he possessed?

- I must decline to follow you

into such vague speculations.

And the court must decline

also, Mr. Steddon.

- Very well, Mr. Judge Advocate.

Now, Sir John, have you possessed

since 1918 a Krieger pistol?

- Yes.

- This was an experimental weapon.

Very few were manufactured.

- I believe so.

- Are you aware that in the drawer of Major Carson's desk-

- Mr. Steddon, the court must require you to confine

your cross-examination within the bounds of the permissible.

- I bow to your ruling, Mr. Judge Advocate.

Thank you, Sir John, that'll be all.

- Thank you, Sir John.

- Well, John?

- Well, someone went behind those questions

and I want to know who.

- From Downing Street.

- What bullet?

- Look at these.

- Carson?

Even her child is yours.

Yes.

And nothing is going to hurt her.

Put that down you fool.

- Naturally, I am confident you can explain everything

but I'm afraid I must ask you to let me have the Krieger.

- Will you be dining with me at the Fort tonight?

What?

- It's Wednesday, you know.

- Oh, yes, of course.

- Then we can continue this conversation later.

- The general is not home.

No, not yet, madame.

- General Sang ye.

- Madame.

- I want to speak to you about Jimmy Heverell.

It's a shame hounding that poor boy to the gallows

or whatever they call it out here.

I shall certainly tell my cousin the J.P. about it

when I get home.

- The case is still sub judice.

- Greek won't stop me talking.

- In plain English, Miss Tuff,

you're talking utter nonsense.

- Foreign service coarsens men so!

- General Sang ye.

May I speak to you for a moment?

It's urgent.

- Shall we go upstairs?

- Cigarette? - No, thanks.

You look tired.

- I must ask you to be as brief as possible.

- It's about Captain Heverell.

- I'm sorry Mrs. Cloam but I can't discuss that.

- You had him arrested, why?

- Only Heverell had the motive and the opportunity.

- They say you had a motive.

- They can say what they please.

It's my duty to get at the truth.

- Well, here is the truth.

Jim was with me that night.

- You realise what you're saying?

- Of course. - You'll swear to it?

- Yes.

- Regardless of what people will say?

- What does that matter?

- I admire your courage, Mrs. Cloam

but I don't believe you.

- You must.

Now listen,

if an act of yours had endangered someone you love...

- Well?

- Wouldn't you face up to it whatever the cost?

- Yes.

Your husband does he know about this?

- He was away. - All night?

- Yes, came back at seven in the morning.

- Seven?

Just a moment.

Mrs. Cloam,

I want you to think very carefully before you answer.

Which of those men was with you that night?

- I've told you.

- Because the man who was not is under very grave suspicion.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Cloam.

- Is Mrs. Cloam here?

- Yes, she's with a gentleman. - Gentleman!

- Very nice gentlemen, General Sang ye.

- Boy!

Take me to General Sangye's room.

- General, Mr. Cloam coming upstairs.

Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Cloam.

- I thought my wife was here.

- She's with my stepdaughter.

- Oh, I'm sorry to burst in like this but-

- Oh, I'm glad you came, Mr. Cloam.

Sit down, won't you?

Cigarette, whiskey and soda?

No, thanks.

- We shall have to change our minds about Heverell.

- Why?

- He's not our man.

My fault entirely.

- But the evidence seemed cast-iron.

- No,

it wasn't.

I know the man who committed the murder, Mr. Cloam

but nobody else does, yet.

But tomorrow morning I shall go to the court martial

and then everybody will.

- That's fine, general.

Are you sure you've got the right one?

- Oh, there's no mistake this time.

Ingenious notion of yours about that native boat.

I wonder when you arrived at it?

Well, I'm sorry to hurry you but I have to be off.

I'm spending the night at the Fort.

- Good afternoon, general.

- Good afternoon.

Crawford.

- Yes, sir.

- Put those things away.

We've got some work to do.

- Yes sir, what kind of work, sir?

- We're going to catch a murderer.

- Yes, sir.

Blimey!

- And message with this Crawford?

- General's compliments, sir, and I'm to remind you

you're dining with him at the Fort.

- Yes, is all right, I haven't forgotten.

- And I'm to take you over in his launch, sir.

- Why, mine's ready?

- General's message, sir, very particular he was.

- All right, I'll be along in a moment.

- That's rather funny, sir.

The general's up to some game or other,

and I don't like it.

- You better get the expert's report on this

and send it on to me.

- Very good, sir.

But I wonder what's in the general's mind?

- Well, we shall soon know.

- Goodbye child.

You remind me more and more of your mother every day.

Only...

She was beautiful.

- What's the matter, Daddy?

I've never seen you look like this before.

- Oh,

just old age.

- Does that mean you're going to retire?

- Perhaps...

Now run along with Dennis and have a good time.

- All right, Daddy.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Good evening, sir.

- Take good care of her, Dennis.

- Yes, sir, of course, sir.

- We're lucky.

This is the last of the 1814.

- One treasures old things,

old friends,

and old brandy.

- Light?

- Thanks.

I...

- Yes?

I...

- Well?

- For the governor, sir.

- All right, give it to him.

- From Mr. Lorne, sir. - Thank you.

- You'll excuse me, John?

- Of course, my dear fellow.

It's your job.

- I know.

- You realise I must arrest you

when you returned to the mainland tomorrow?

- I should be disappointed in you if you didn't.

- I'm most terribly sorry.

Goodnight, John.

- Charles? - Yes.

- Will you do me a favour?

- You know I will if it's in my power.

- I want you to stay here tonight.

- Well-

- The room next to mine is at your disposal.

- Perhaps, I'd better stay.

- Oh, I know what you're thinking.

But don't you realise that a suicide enquiry would rake

up all that past muck just as surely as my arrest would?

- Yes, I suppose it would.

- In either case Belinda would suffer

and that I'm determined to prevent.

There may be a way out

but not suicide.

I may need your help tonight, Charles.

- Yes? - I've just seen him, sir.

He left in the direction of the Island

in one of them native boats.

- Very well, Crawford, you will follow out your orders.

- Very good, sir.

- Get me the Fort.

- Fort exchange. - General Sang ye, quickly.

- Sorry, Miss, order's is he is not to be disturbed.

- But it's urgent, it's a matter of-

- General's strict orders, no personal call at all.

Hello?

Hello?

Give me the wheel.

- Are you asleep, Charles?

- No, I'm not asleep, John.

- I want you to listen to a conversation.

- Yes.

- But under no circumstances interfere

until I call you, understand?

- Yes, I understand.

- Good.

I'm here, Mr. Cloam.

- You...

You were expecting me?

- Naturally.

- I came to talk to you.

- Yes?

- It seems absurd but this afternoon I got the idea

you were accusing me of the murder.

- The evidence is all against you.

Here it is.

It was a clever idea that native boat business.

But it wasn't Heverell who made use of it,

it was you.

- General...

I'm a rich man. - No.

- No, no, no, I know you don't want money, I know that.

I want to get away.

Give me two days,

24 hours.

You'll never see me again.

That's nothing much to ask.

- You're wasting your time.

- Do you want to see me hanged?

No...

General, Carson was no good.

I killed him, let me go away.

I killed him.

I did it for you.

He was blackmailing you.

Let me go away, please, please!

- Disgusting!

- You can't send in that report.

You mustn't!

- It goes in tomorrow morning.

- Then I'll... - You'll what?

- I'll kill you.

- You?

Have you the guts?

I must see the general!

- Well?

Here, I say, Miss!

- Stick them up, you.

I've got him, sir.

- The general's dead, murdered.

- There he is!

That's him!

That's the man.

He was unarmed, he didn't give himself a chance.

- But why?

General's salute!

Battalion present

arms!