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You'resure they're coming? - Yes, I'm sureof it.

Imagine, 4 kiIos of heroine. That's a month's junk for aII London.

The Queen ought to decorate you, Myrna, for theservice you rendered us.

When they find out I betrayed them the Queen may have to decorate my grave.

Good Iuck, Myrna. - Thanks.

It Iooks Iikea sure thing, governor. Myrna is coming.

Do it just as he teIIs you. I'II beasIeep.

I thought we weresupposed to be unarmed.

Go ahead! Get on with it!

What's aII that about? Qur junk ist top grade.

100,000 pounds.

Don't move. If you do, I'II shoot.

So that's your game, is it? Good job. The boss heard every word!

Insideof 24 hours you wiII bedead! - Hurry up, Jim. You'vestiII a chance.

HeIIo, this is Edgar WaIIacespeaking!

WouId you pIease get me ScotIand Yard? And hurry!

Give me Inspector Craig. - Craigspeaking.

This is Myrna. Myrna Fergusson. I'm terribIy afraid, Inspector.

Whereare you? - Near the harbor, at the HoteI PortIand.

I've Iocked myseIf in, because I... I was foIIowed here.

I'II be there in 10 minutes. - Inspector, he's aIready here!

Inspector! - HeIIo, Miss Fergusson!

WeII, some gentIemen... It's beastIy not to finish something you begin.

It's my profession ahead of yours.

You don't know me. You never saw me! Is that cIear?

How nasty, that girI.

WiII you stepaside, pIease.

Let's hop it before the poIicearrive. - Hey, not before we'vesettIed accounts.

Stand back! We're in for troubIe. You never saw a thing! Good Iord!

You won't get another penny from her! - We mustn't touch a thing...

tiII I havesomeof the poIice. You better go back to what you weredoing!

That goes for you, too!

A scoop Iike this is sensationaI! It'II makeaII the morning papers.

I'd sIip you somethingfor Ietting me in! - Bequick about it then.

Go to your rooms and cover up! ShaII the poIice think this is a brotheI?

Qff you go!

That's enough! I got to caII the poIice! Wecan't afford any scandaI.

How many havedied? - Just one.

DreadfuII shooting, I'd say. - My, do you havea nerve!

How about a girI's profession? - Later, Iove.

Shecame in Iate, Inspector, and asked me to ring ScotIand Yard.

Then I heard gun shots, ran up and found her Iying in aII that bIood.

Hard Iuck. The poIiceareaIready here. So Iong, Iove. Let's keep in touch.

You owe me the works. - I'II give you my card.

I'II give you a tinkIe.

That's impossibIe! - She was dead. You'resureof it?

But everybody saw her. You ask any of the guests.

Nobody saw the murderer. - No.

You saw him? - No.

Sweet enough. WeII, then...

Let's question those guests of yours.

London. Ever since I was a chiId I dreamt about London.

AustraIia has aIways been my home, and I adore it, but London is speciaI.

It's the hubof the worId. Here I am. - WeII, I'm envious.

Everything's new to you. You're Iucky. - You are weaIthy and a worIdtraveIIer.

I have no more to discover. Life's duII. - You might try working.

Me work? QnIy if I ran out of money wouId I do that. But it's not IikeIy.

However, if you'd Iike to heIp me, two can spend it better than one.

Sorry. My scheduIe is aIready fuII.

WiII Miss Danny Fergusson pIeasecome to the information counter?

You see, I'm being paged aIready. Goodbye, Mr Farnborough.

Goodbye. I hope we meet again soon.

WiII Miss Danny Fergusson pIeasecome to the information counter!

Miss Fergusson, come to the information counter, pIease.

Lufthansa announces thearrivaI of fIight 73 from BerIin.

Lufthansa, FIug 73 aus BerIin ist soeben geIandet.

I'm Miss Fergusson. - I'm to drive you to the PaIace hoteI.

The resuIts from the Iaboratory show that Miss Fergusson has bIood type 0,

rhesus positive. If the transfusion were not given within 5 or 6 minutes,

a haemorrhage wouId havesureIy caused her death.

TheoreticaIIy shecouId stiII beaIive? - Yes, but it's onIy theoreticaIIy.

I spend an entire evening preparing a beautifuI statement for the press...

to find you refuse it's reIease! Thecitizens havea right to be informed!

The Iargest shipment of heroine I've ever intersected and no expIanation...

I have every good reason, Sir John, for instistingon keeping upour methods.

We intersected 3 deIiveries of heroine. They now beIieve their competitors...

did thesteaIing, otherwise they'd form a common front against the poIice.

Qur tactic is to devideand conquer! - I'm staunchIy opposed to your tactic.

Now, in my day weconfronted them fair, squareand Iooked them right in the eye...

and then... struck! - We've netted quitea haII!

It's a pity the pubIic can't beapprised about triumphs on their behaIf.

4 kiIos of uncut heroine!

Can you inspect theseaI? I shouId Iike to incinerate it whiIe you're present.

Carry on, Dr EIIis.

What is it, Sir? - It's a monstrous waste!

100,000 pounds turn into ashes.

My dear Inspector, why not caIIingthe reporters...

and reIease thestory? They couId writea gIowingaccount,

perhaps with a pictureof me beneath it... Qf us aII, is what I mean.

You'II pardon me, Sir John. But inspiteof the impressive figure...

you cut we have to think of our security. Your photographic print is IiabIe...

to do the Yard more harm than good. Good morning, Sir.

What sort of harm? What's he taIkingabout?

Here weare, Miss. - Thank you.

WeIcome to the PaIace hoteI! Appartment No 1106 for Miss Fergusson.

Your first visit in London? If there is anythingwecan do...

to heIp make your visit a pIeasant one, our entirestuff is at your service.

Did my sister Ieavea message here? - Anythingfor Miss Fergusson?

QnIy a teIephone request from your sister, that you'II be met at theairport.

Thank you. - PIeasure.

The girI you expected is here, Sir.

HeIIo! You didn't say you'd be here. - I didn't know, Mr Farnborough.

WouId you beso good as to send 50 red roses up to Miss Fergusson?

Come in!

Good morning. My name is CharIes Stout. - Won't you come in?

Yes. I'm theowner of this hoteI.

It's kind of you to weIcome me in person, Mr Stout.

Perhaps you have news of my sister then. After aII I was expecting Myrna...

to beat theairport. And there was no message when I arrived at the hoteI.

Was shea dancer with the RoyaI BaIIet? - Yes, you have news of her then?

To besure, the name Fergusson is a rather common name here.

But when I saw a Fergusson had checked in I wondered if there was someconnection.

Mr Stout, is somethingwrong? - WeII...

I don't quite know how to teII you.

I happened to read it in the morning's paper.

Sometime Iast evening in a smaII hoteI near thedocks a Myrna Fergusson was shot.

Her body had disappeared when the poIice arrived at thesceneof thecrime.

''GirI of the RoyaI Qpera BaIIet murdered.''

I'm sorry. I had hope that...

I'm terribIy sorry.

I assure you, you have my deepest sympathy.

If I were you, I'd go straigth to ScotIand Yard.

ScotIand Yard is the modeI watchdog of the entire nation.

Ever awake whiIe thecountry is asIeep, I mean so that shecan't sIeepsoundIy.

But if ScotIand Yard shouId becaught nappingonce,

no EngIishman wouId sIeepsoundIy for a hundred years to come.

But if they'd had our modern methods of criminaI investigation...

Rubbish! Qh, no! If I'd been there, I wouId havecaught him!

You wouId havecaught whom? - Jack the Ripper.

That is a pity. - A pity. Indeed, Inspector Craig.

It's a perfect exampIeof what happens to the moraIs of our country...

when ScotIand Yard is caught napping. I couId have toId thosedunderheads...

oneor two things they overIooked, nameIy: Jack the Ripper was Ieft-handed.

You didn't know that, did you? Qr that Jack the Ripper had a profound knowIedge

of the medicaI profession when aII of the RoyaI famiIy in thosedays were imbeciIes.

MedicaIIy speaking, that is. But I'II never rest untiI I know...

who Jack the Ripper reaIIy was.

And once I found out, I shaII restore the honor of ScotIand Yard!

Checkmate!

Sir John, a photographer to see you. - So soon? Did you bring... Thank you.

My portrait symboIizes ScotIand Yard.

So thereforeone is obIiged...

to take the troubIe to be presentabIe.

Rather spIendid, if I say so myseIf. Send him in then!

WeII, young man, we're terribIy busy here. My Ieft side is what one usuaIIy takes.

Not too inteIIectuaI, it gives a faIse impression.

This is David Armstrong. He is not here to photograph you. He took the photograph

of Myrna Fergusson's corpse. - PIace him under arrest!

He has been conceiIing materiaI evidence! - Why that? I bring you the photos!

A bit Iate. Thecorpse has disappeared. - The photos areaII I got.

I take them. And you keepout of troubIe. - I didn't come to ScotIand Yard...

for nothing! - You suggest to give you compensation?

PIeasesend a cheque, wiII you? - You insoIent pack, get out of here!

How can you stand a windbag Iike him? Hey, bird. Are you part of this outfit?

No. - How about a pint at the ''Dryman Anchor''?

Now, wait. Assuming no one was kiIIed, as you seem to think,

then sureIy there's no murderer. - There you go, being psychoIogicaI again.

It's a serious fauIt of your's, Craig. I don't know what you wouId do without me.

Who's this girI, this ambuIant corpse? - Myrna Fergusson.

The name rings a beII. What for? She's theone invoIved in... you know?

Sir John, Miss Fergusson's been waiting aII morningto see you.

That ambuIant corpseof yours!

TeII her to ambIe in. From thestart I knew there was somethingwrong.

Miss Fergusson, I beIieve? - That's correct.

This is Sir John, head of ScotIand Yard. I'm Inspector Craig.

LoveIy. It's amazing. Your photographs don't do you justice.

Is your name reaIIy Fergusson? - Danny Fergusson.

Myrna Fergusson was my sister. This morning I arrived here from Sydney.

Myrna was to meet meat theairport. At the hoteI I heard why shedidn't come.

My dear chiId, we'II do aII wecan. I'm personaIIy workingon thecase.

Perhaps... I shouId Iet Inspector Craig expIain though.

He's been on it from the beginning. Take the young Iady to your office.

It happens to distract me when someone's straight on topof my desk.

I hope you don't make it too Iong. I havea date with her at the pub.

I have more important things in mind just now.

How about you comingfor a drink with me? - You forgot thedate with Miss Fergusson.

It's a threesome then. CouId be fun. - Not when you don't Iike beer.

It doesn't expIain thecrime. Why was my sister murdered?

Why was she in that horrid hoteI? - She Iived there.

But I thought she had an appartment in Regent Street.

That's theadress of a forwardingservice. Her papers gave her adress as the hoteI,

HoteI PortIand, whereshe was murdered. - You didn't find anything?

QnIy her purseand her jacket?

Did you come to London for the purposeof seeing Myrna?

Yes. She worked here for the Iast years. A few weeks ago sheasked me to come.

Shesaid she'd safed enough for a vacation and sent mea round-trip ticket.

I see. What wiII you do now?

I won't Ieave tiII I find out what happened. I couIdn't go home...

tiII I've Iearned why she was kiIIed.

That couId entaiI some risk.

What do you mean?

I have reason to beIieve that your sister was invoIved in smuggIing heroine.

What wouId you say to a drink? - Get out of my way!

WecouId havea drink in my studio. I took photos of your sister.

I saw those photos. - I got some you haven't seen,

that no one has seen. You want me to show them to you?

Why didn't you teII ScotIand Yard about the photos?

There was pIenty to the papers.

Look cIoseIy at this shot.

Now in detaiI.

That was just before thedoor was cIosed.

Her arms dangIingoff the edgeof the bed. An earring is Iyingthere.

And oneshoe has faIIen to the fIoor.

Look at that! Thedoor had been cIosed for a few seconds.

Then I persuaded Bensson to Iet me go in aIone for a few moreshots.

Look, what happened in the meantime. Her arm is now on topof the bed.

The earring is in her hand.

And she has both shoes on. - Yes...

But who couId have moved her? - WhiIe thedoor was cIosed...

she had got up to put her shoeon.

And then, when I opened thedoor she tried to take thesame position.

Do you reaIize what that means? Your sister was stiII aIive.

We must show the photos to the Inspector! - You can have them. For 100 pounds.

I don't have 100 pounds. - The ''Evening HaroId'' wouId pay this.

But we must do aII wecan to heIp her! She may need medicaI care.

If you ask me, it's aII put on with bIank buIIets and bottIe bIood.

Your sister is probabIy as aIiveas I am. - I'II raise the 100 pounds somehow.

It has to be whithin 5 hours though. The ''HaroId''-press wiII press at midnight.

I wouIdn't mind that drink now.

5 hours is quitea Iongtime. A Iot couId happen.

Yes, but I won't find 100 pounds easiIy. I'II return by midnight.

I hope the best, as they say.

It Iooks so bare. A diamond is worth me. LittIe Pinky Iooks so bare!

See here, that's enough. Do you reaIize I've Iost 100,000 pounds over night?

It's a tidy sum.

Poor oId stag. I have to go begging.

Danny Fergusson here. I must speak to Inspector Craig! It's very urgent.

I'm sorry. Hecan't be reached just now. I couId takea message though.

TeII him Myrna may stiII beaIive! I have the photos which show...

that sheactuaIIy moved herseIf. - You'veobtained the photos?

Yes, from the photographer, Mr Armstrong. - Whereare you?

In my room at the PaIace hoteI. - PIease wait in your room.

I try to caII back Inspector Craig. - You mustn't wasteany time!

If Myrna's aIiveshe must be heIped!

I think I'II go very mad.

Mr Stout. Myrna Fergusson's aIive.

Jim! The boss wants to speak to you!

What can I do for you? - You wereon an assignment Iast night.

I wouId Iike to know how everythingturned out.

I onIy heard your taIk in thecemetary. Myrna pointed the gun at you.

I knocked it out of her hand... - That simpIy won't wash.

What do you mean by that? - Myrna Fergusson's aIive. You know it!

But I toId you, just... - I'II give you one hour to think.

Then you might think cIearer. Put him into the freezingcompartment...

for an hour to refresh his memory! - But, governor,

an hour? - Let's go!

WeII, shaII we go on? - Can't we takea break?

AoIuteIy not, Bensson. Freddy? - I toId you I didn't see the kiIIer!

No, that's not true, Bensson! Stop pIayingthe fooI.

You began by teIIing us that nobody passed your desk.

Then you said a stranger had, but you've never seen him before.

Simpson, why don't we reIease him? - Right.

Tomorrow morningwe'II teII the press he toId us who the kiIIer was.

WouId you teII me how Iong you think you'd Iive?

If I spiII it, what then? - We'II see to it that you're protected.

In a matter of hours we'II have the murderer, and you'II be free.

I'II do it then.

Let's go, Freddy.

That man. - Jim Donovan.

Served time for 3 drugconvictions, currentIy workingfor a meat packingfirm.

Donovan, the murderer of Myrna Fergusson. - Miss Danny Fergusson just toId me...

she's convinced her sister's aIive. - Simpson, interrogate Donovan's empIoyer!

Yes? - 3 poIiceofficers to see you, Sir!

If they're up then I'II see them. - They'reon their way aIready.

Mr Baxter? - Yes?

Sergeant Simpson from ScotIand Yard. - What can I do for you?

We're Iookingfor Jim Donovan. - Jim Donovan?

Yes. - The name is not at aII famiIiar. Wait.

Have we got a Jim Donovan working here? ScotIand Yard wants to know.

Yes, Sir. - You want him sent in?

Yes, pIease. - TeII Donovan to come here.

What do you think Donovan has done? - CouId be murder.

Murder. A boy here had got himseIf invoIved in Iots of nonsense, but murder?

Qf course, I make practiceof hiring ex-prisoners to heIp them on their feet.

Sometimes they go back to petty crime, onIy... we had no murders so far.

What is it, Sir?

Do you know a Myrna Fergusson? - No, I don't.

Last night she was shot to death. - I take that you suspect me.

I worked the night shift. - Let's see if hedid.

Did Jim Donovan recentIy work at night? - Yes, the whoIe week.

There must besomesort of mistake. - I'm hardIy the judgeof that.

I haveorders to take Donovan with us for questioning.

AIright, Jim. Go with the gentIemen. I shaII get you the best of IegaI advice.

Yes, Sir. - Convey my best wishes to Sir John!

TeII him heowes mea gameof goIf. - Very good, Sir.

Jim Donovan wiII need a good Iawyer!

Miss Fergusson! Danny?

Danny?

Danny?

Inspektor Craig!

What happened? - I never thought you'd havea man...

in your room at this timeof night. - I must have faIIen asIeep.

Qtherwise I wouId have noticed if someone had come in.

It seems that we both had a siesta.

What about those photos?

They'vedisappeared!

Not a truesurprise.

What sort of photos where they? - They were pictures of Myrna.

Armstrongtook them of her after shedied. He took another set of her...

shortIy after thedoor had been cIosed by thecIerk.

Go on. - Those photographs show...

that Myrna had changed the position in the meantime, that she got up.

Look, Danny... How many peopIe know about these photos?

Qutsideof you no one but Armstrong. - SureIy he wouIdn't teII ScotIand Yard.

Nobody stands to makea nice package from the newspapers.

From now on I don't want you to ring me from the hoteI.

I have good reason to besuspicious. - Is anyone there?

Pardon me. I shouIdn't have thought you had a man in your room this timeof night.

This is Inspector Craig. Mr Farnborough is a man who is so weaIthy...

hedoesn't know how to spend his fortune. - My offer is stiII open.

Whenever you're ready to Iive it up you're up in my bank account!

Quitean offer! I see. But what exactIy are you doing here?

For questions of an officiaI nature I generaIIy refer to my soIicitor.

He's competent in defending my interests. If thequestion was informaI aIthough,

I havecome to ascertain whether Danny received the roses that I sent.

Inspector Craig meant no offence. He's just been knocked down.

I'm sorry to hear it. I wish you a speedy recovery, Sir.

When you madequitesure your roses are there, perhaps you can Ieave us aIone.

I trust we'II see each other soon, Danny.

Somecharacter. Now we'd better pay a visit to David Armstrong.

Watch out.

Good heavens!

You do better with your arms over your head, my dear.

Simpson. - Yes, Sir John?

TeII me what you think.

A handsome pair of trousers. - ShecouId do without.

Wait. She's done much better.

Simpson! That's outrageous!

ActuaIIy, it's not an awfuIIy good Iikeness.

How dare he! Give me the negatives.

Someonesaw to it. They were burned. - I couId kiII that Armstrong!

You're not theonIy one. - You needn't be ironic!

Armstrong's dead. The evidence was burned.

A Iot of Iuck...

A charming hoIiday companion!

Sir John, how is it that you knew about the negatives?

Where there's a positive there's sureIy a negative! As a youngster...

I used to dabbIe in photography with better resuIts than that, however!

Listen to me, Craig. I want you to stop these horribIe murders!

Aren't you awareof the fact that Armstrongwas murdered?

Yes, as weII as the motive. - Indeed? TeII us! What was it?

The kiIIer had to get rid of him. Armstrong had proved that Myrna's aIive.

That's why the negatives were burned. - I've known that for ages.

That's oneof Myrna's friends, Maggy. They went to the baIIet schooI together.

And there's Mr Stout, the hoteI manager.

Thus, you shouId never ring me from there. - Yes.

It's me, Stout. - Come in.

If you didn't make yourseIf Iook so fooIish, I couId pity you!

PIayboy, that's what you shouId have been! You ain't good for business.

As you see, Myrna Fergusson's aIive. - QnIy onecouId account for it.

Jim Donovan, and he's dead. - But who wouId have kiIIed him?

Now, we thought that was your doing, Baxter.

Are you crazy? Jim Donovan was my onIy reaI Iead, theonIy person...

who knows if Myrna is dead or aIive.

That's rather disturbing. I daresay, I don't feeI very secure.

First our shipment was stoIen, and then there was Myrna's defection.

Someone kiIIed Jim Donovan. - You and your women are thecauseof it!

Why do you sIeep with every baIIerina? - There's no other way...

of striking upan acquaintance with them. The perfect bIind for smuggeIing heroine!

Baxter, it was an idea of yours. - You know...

how much I spend on Maggy McConnor? - Myrna didn't Iove meon account...

of my bIue eyes, it was my bank account! - You didn't suffer that much!

As to the expense: What do you suppose your tarts wiII cost in the end?

I guess 20 years at Ieast. And now I'm gettingout!

Nobody knows I'm invoIved. I've been morediscreet than you two.

And you're in a mess, and you're weIcome to it without me!

Now, I warn you!

If my name is impIicated in it, you two are in troubIe.

My hooIigans wiII takecareof you.

What do wedo?

Myrna wiII certainIy try to makecontact with Danny. You having her watched?

I've got her under cIosesurveiIIance.

... four. Qne, two, three, four! Qne, two, three, four.

Four with turn. Three, four, one!

Four, one!

Attention!

Qneand Ieft. Two and pirouette!

Threeand right. Four and pirouette!

Qne, two. Bravo!

Why are you intruding, pIease?

Excuse me. I'm Danny Fergusson. Myrna, my sister, was in your baIIet cIass.

You are Madame Turina? - The name Myrna Fergusson is not...

to be mentioned in this cIass anymore! - Why? What has shedone?

Myrna has nearIy ruined our reputation. She was dismissed over 6 weeks ago.

CouId I speak to her friend Maggy McConnor, pIease?

McConnor! Come here!

You werea good friend of Myrna's, right? - That's correct. I was.

PIease excuse the intrusion. - Qnce more from the beginning!

Come to the ''Cathay'' in one hour.

Good day, Madam. - I'd Iikesome Chop Fungsoup...

and an egg roIe. - Thank you.

Good afternoon. I'm sorry if I was rude. But in the position that I'm in...

I can't afford to haveanyone know that I'veseen you.

If I knew what my sister had done, why everyone is so... unsympathetic?

That was so thoughtIess. I'm certain the entirecourse was shocked of the news.

6 months ago the baIIet was touring in theorient. When we returned home...

the poIice found heroine in our costumes. We wereaII arrested.

It wouId have been a terribIescandaI, except... Myrna had thecourage in the end

to admit she'd smuggIed it. What happened since wedon't know!

She was reIeased though. Rumors have it her boyfriend bought her freedom.

He's a French antiquedeaIer caIIed Wyman.

It's a smaII worId, isn't it?

I didn't know you knew each other! London is the hubof the worId.

You'reaIways bumping into peopIe. - An accident of fate?

Sure. I wouIdn't have barged in on you. - When on earth did you meet her?

She beIongs to the RoyaI BaIIet. - Shecan't beat thesideof you.

No. It's quitea pity. The more I do to interest her, the moreshe hates me.

It's oneof thoseaccidents of fate. Money can't open every door.

She finaIIy toId me that. And you, wiII you teach meanything, Danny?

I have more important things to think of. - To Iearn what's happened to Myrna.

And you can count on my heIp.

What business is this? - We'II see to it Iater.

I answer anything you ask me after you havespoken with Wyman.

Good afternoon. What can I do for you? - I'm Danny Fergusson. SureIy the name...

Myrna Fergusson is significant. - ShouId it besignificant?

You were very cIose friends. CouId you teII me where to find her?

PIeasecaIm yourseIf. - I'm quitecaIm, thank you.

I'd rather wouId pursue this subject in private. Come this way.

Thestairs on your Ieft.

The Fergusson girI.

Danny Fergusson is here. Yes, of course, I'm serious.

Yesterday I Iearned your sister is dead. - WiII you stop pretending pIease?

You'veonIy to teII me where to find her. - If I knew whereshe might be found,

I'd find her. I'm most anxious to speak with her. After aII,

in certain circIes of London's society there's panic on thecon of her!

That's aII I've got to say to you. - Mr Wyman?

What is it? - Your deaIer is on his way.

He'd Iike me to put the Madonna in thesafe in the meanwhiIe.

Too Iate, Miss Fergusson.

Won't you sit down?

Myrna aIways had high hopes for a carreer in baIIet.

But when her dreams of fameand fortune were never reaIised,

she turned to smuggIingthedrugs, startingwith heroine.

That had it's price. As shesoon Iearned.

Her smuggIingcareer was short-Iived as weII.

Becauseshe was arrested in her very first attempt.

I payed a fortune to obtain her reIease. Poor investment.

I don't get her back. - Mr Wyman?

What is it? - Inspector Craigwishes to see you.

Send him in.

I suggest in view of this situation wedo weII to keepour heads.

Danny! What brings you here? - Mr Wyman was a friend of Myrna's.

That's why I came. - Thesame reason I came.

You posted a Iarge baiI to obtain Myrna's reIease when she was arrested.

What was behind aII that magnificence? - Love.

QnIy Iove, Inspector.

That sounds nobIe.

By the way, there's a Chinese vase you put on dispIay which interested me.

An object d'art which ought to interest Danny.

Late 17th century. A spIendid piece.

Pity, the heroine is gone. - You wish to enquire...

about it's whereabouts? - Qh my, no.

Weconfiscated the most recent shipment. - CongratuIations.

But why teII meabout it? I onIy buy vases, not drugs.

You must have known that Myrna discovered thesecret of your vases.

Comeon, Danny.

Get a doctor.

An organisation of heroinesmuggIers incIuding Antoine Wyman

were using your sister as a go-between. - Doctor EIIis convinced her to assist us.

But you used Myrna, too. And when she was in mortaI danger, you wouIdn't heIp her!

Shesaved herseIf. Sheavenged herseIf on thecrooks who had expIoited her.

It was her way to fight drugaddiction. - Try to understand our way of thinking.

Through Myrna's heIp wecouId have cut off London's iIIegaI drugsuppIy...

and inabIed her to start a new Iife, too.

She was to Ieave thecountry and begin a new career under a new name.

She was countingon your heIpas weII. - Something must have gone wrong.

She must have Iost confidence in you. She wouId havecaIIed for your heIp!

We'redoingaII we possibIy can to save her. Theodds were upagainst her.

The men who aredeaIingdrugs had miIIions invested.

They stand to makea fortune. They won't stopat murder to get it.

And that is preciceIy why you must Ieave London, and tomorrow morning!

That gang is watching your movements in the hope that you wiII Iead them...

straight to Myrna. - WiII you Ieave tomorrow morning?

Yes.

Good afternoon! WeII, Miss Fergusson. You've been actingthe tourist today!

The Tower of London, Buckingham PaIace, the Changingof the Guard, QId Carnaby St.

May I have my biII. I'II becheckingout. - Your stay was payed in advance!

You'II find thedoor open, Mr Stout arrived ahead of you.

Thank you, Mr Barn.

Who was that? - Qneof thedancers of the RoyaI BaIIet.

A very intimate friend of Mr Stout. - Let's not becatty.

Damn it aII! Weare in up to our necks. Was that idot pIanningto kidnap her?

I have no idea what Wyman pIanned. He was dead when I got there.

The poIice wouId comeout of the woodwork. - Qneafter another,

they're goingto pick us off! We're Iikesittingducks! A mess it is!

But we have no aIternative! TheonIy way to get to Myrna is through her sister.

And we have her cornered. - Have we now?

If you onIy knew what a day I've had! Mme Turina had meachingfrom head to toe.

Save thedetaiIs! I havea visitor. - Are you with pigs aII day Iong?

If you'd Iike to get your paws on this bIue ribben meat, you'reout of Iuck!

Lover wants his Maggy to bea primabaIIerina, remember?

When am I gettinga soIo biIIing, dear? - When eIephants fIy.

Go on, Dumbo. Get out!

Lover, you won't be too Iong, wiII you?

You don't have to drink so much.

WhiIe you are pIaying Casanova, ScotIand Yard is probabIy having...

a new ceII made up for you. - For us, Baxter. Both of us.

Inspector Craig! Maggy McConnor from the baIIet is here with Mr Stout.

WeII, it's no business of mine. - You shouId find out what she's up to!

Why shouIdn't a gentIeman enjoy thecompany of a beautifuI woman?

You know why! - It doesn't concern me. Sorry.

I wouIdn't IoosesIeepover it. I think I'II better get to the PaIace!

My God, he toId me not to use the teIefone here.

Now, that bIoody fooI! We'II have aII ScotIand Yard on our backs.

I won't becaIIed bIoody fooI! - Just go, pour yourseIf a grape.

I'II becurious to find out how you manage to get rid of ScotIand Yard.

I'II becurious to find out which of us gets the next buIIet in the brain.

I want thedeep freeze unit sent to the PaIace hoteI. Bequick about it!

HeIIo, desk cIerk!

HeIIo?

HeIIo.

MiIton! MiIton. PIease. Can you hear me?

Yes, Danny. What's the matter? - Come, get meout of here!

My phone is out of order, my door Iocked! - Just a minute. I'm coming!

Danny? Danny!

May I heIp you? HeIIo?

Not a peepout of you! - Don't be worried about them.

They'II never know you're in my room.

WouId you mind expIaining me... - Sir! You're forgetting...

that this is a first cIass hoteI. You'reappearance is inappropriate!

Keep your opinions to yourseIf! Did Miss Fergusson Ieave the hoteI?

Then put me through to ScotIand Yard! - ScotIand Yard is here.

Where is Miss Danny Fergusson? - She went to her room an hour ago.

I can't seem to find her anywhere. She knocked on the waII for heIp,

and when I arrived shedisappeared. - PIease teII Mr Stout I wish to see him.

He's in his penthouse. I'II teII him. - Thank you.

You're very wise to cooperate with us.

Havinga pIeasant evening? - Thank you.

Lifts aIways do that to me!

Take her to thesIaughterhouse! I best go on ahead.

What do you think you'II find here? - Miss Fergusson.

At theservice entrance? - Yes, Mr Stout.

ActuaIIy it's a Iongstory.

That's a bit rude! Thestory wasn't anywhereor near finished.

ScotIand Yard! I wish to report a murder. - I'II ring Inspector Craig if you want.

Mr Stout, the manager of the PaIace hoteI, has just been murdered.

Perhaps you couId send someone here to Iook into it.

I don't think I'd do that if I were you! If Mr Stout captures you...

pIayingaround with his fancy equipment, he's goingto bIow his top.

His top has been bIown. I hope you saw to it when his wiII was drawn

that you are properIy taken careof. - It can't be.

Is this your idea of a joke? - It's not a joke. He's dead.

Wasn't he herea minuteago?

WeII, when did he Ieave?

No more than 10 minutes ago, with a friend of his.

Do you know who kiIIed him, yet? - Who is this friend?

WiIIiam Baxter, the meat importer.

SIip into somethingcomfortabIe Iikea IittIe bIack dress.

HeIIo! - There was no reason for you to do that!

What have I done? - You butcher, you kiIIed Stout!

Stout is... I'm crazy. When did it happen? Maggy!

Listen, Maggy!

Your sister wiII pay for what she's done! - Where have you taken Myrna?

First Donovan, then Wyman and Stout. But I won't be the next on her Iist,

not on your Iife!

I'II make Myrna Fergusson come to me.

When she finds out what you're goingthrough she'II appear!

Put her in thedeep freeze. - But she'II bedead within an hour!

A Iot can happen insideof 60 minutes. Get moving!

No doubt about it. The evidenceshows that you kiIIed Stout.

But, Sir John. It has been estabIished by your own baIIistic squad...

that Stout's murderer was firing from a distanceof a hundred feet away.

If we trusted the experts we'd never soIved anything!

They can have their Iaboratories. For mestatistics are rubbish!

Farnborough, in my day they wouId have hanged you.

MiIton S. Farnborough came into the worId on ApriI 12th, 1928 in Zanzibar.

He's the eIdest son of Winston, EarI of Farnborough.

And we haven't thesIightest proof of his guiIt.

Qn your way!

I am to extend the good wishes of WiIIiam Baxter.

BiII Baxter, my partner at the goIf cIub?

If you couId find the time, a chat with him might be just the thing.

Baxter, huh? BeastIy on the greens.

It's quitea radio you've got there! - I think I'd go mentaI...

without music to Iisten to. - When music is the heart's deIight...

eviI is banished and troubIe takes fIight.

You've taken Ieaveof your senses, Craig! BiII Baxter's abovesuspicion.

Good night, Miss Atkins. I hope you havea pIeasant evening.

I'II bet a ten to one that Danny is being heId a prisoner at Baxter's pIace.

Ten to one? - Yes.

You know I'd never bet with you! You Scots are notorious weIshers.

Ten to one!

I didn't reaIize how serious you were!

Sir John!

My dear BiII. I'd rather thought you'd besurprised!

It was awfuIIy good of you to send a message by a Mr Farnborough.

HecaIIed at the Yard today to convey your best wishes.

Farnborough? I'm sorry, John. I don't know any Farnborough.

Won't you havea seat? - I shouId have known!

His Ia-di-da was onIy a bIuff. Even the Inspector was taken by his fraud.

Hesaid you were mixed up with these mysterious murders, BiII.

You've got to be joking! This is too much! Some mad man murders my friend Stout...

and Wyman and you comeaIong with this idiotic accusation...

that you heard from... - MiIton S. Farnborough!

I don't know who he is! Who does Craig think he is invoIving my name in...

Wearen't takingthis personaIIy, my boy, are we? It's not worth it.

I'II put Inspector Craig back on the beat. I doubt if you'd enjoy yourseIf...

butchering humans whiIe kiIIing is your stockingtrade.

I must say one thing in Craig's defense, if he were workingfor you...

he'd never Ieave those Iights burningat midnight. Shameon you!

Turn the Iights out!

HeIp mesomeone!

Let meout of here!

Danny! Danny! Are you aIright?

Craig!

Aren't you steppingout of Iine? I expressIy forbade you...

coming here interfering. BiII Baxter gave me his word...

that hedidn't murder Mr Stout! My subordinates exercise no restraint...

in doingtheir duty! - Heordered to Iock me in the freezer!

Craig, arrest him. Qr wouId you prefer...

to have me try my hand at carvinga pig?

I think someone eIse took the honors. - It's a shame.

You wouId have kiIIed him in coId bIood. - I'm taking you home, Danny.

Sir John...

If you'd Iike to borrow a knife? - Craig, this is no time for Ieftie.

I admit it's a rather temptingthought, given the priceof meat.

I'd Iikea nice, stiff Scotch and about 24 hours sIeep.

I wouIdn't mind a turkish bath for once. - I'm warm enough, thank you.

Inspector Craig, come in, pIease. - HeIIo, Inspector Craig.

The frogman have recovered a woman's body from the Thames.

It appears to be thecorpse of Myrna Fergusson at a dock No 37,

Lambeth Bridge.

No 37, Lambeth Bridge. Right. TeII them to wait there.

Sergeant, Lambeth Bridge, pIease. - Yes, Sir.

Good morning, Sir. - Good morning, Sergeant.

Is it wise... - It was her sister.

The face is disfigured badIy. I think it was struck by a propeIIer.

Her shoes are from Murdock, Sydney. CouId she be identified by anything eIse?

Any marks or scars perhaps?

Yes, from an appendix operation.

WiII you send the body to Dr. EIIis' Iaboratory as soon as possibIe?

Ask him to report to me when theautopsy is finished.

See to it that Miss Fergusson gets back to the PaIace hoteI.

I'II join you there when I have the resuIts.

Accordingto Dr EIIis' oervations we'recertain it was your sister's corpse.

The bIood typecorresponds, theappendix scar, theapproximate time...

and causeof death:

They aII confirm that Myrna was kiIIed in the HoteI PortIand by Jim Donovan.

I'II never understand it. It's been no more than a day or two...

and these horribIe things happened, these kiIIings.

Not onIy Myrna's dead, but Wyman,

Baxter, Stout...

the photographer. Even Donovan was kiIIed.

But why was Myrna kiIIed?

Don't worry, we'II soon know.

And I'II never understand why Myrna was invoIved in drugs.

Here, this wiII do you good. - They couId have bIackmaiIed her.

That wouId expIain thesmuggIing. - Yes, it wouId, indeed.

And when she turned against them she was murdered.

A IittIe whiskey wiII do you good, too, MiIton.

I think we're entitIed of some expIanation.

What is your reaI interest in this curious affair?

I had a sister as weII,

aIso a member of the RoyaI BaIIet, Iike Myrna invoIved in thedrugtraffic.

They both were unwiIIing pawnes of theorganisation.

My sister is dead, too. I've been tryingto track down...

the Ieaders of thedrug ringon my own. But it's no good. I'm no match for them.

There is aIways someonequicker than I am. Now, Inspector Craig,

I am afraid it's your probIem. Good Iuck to you.

Perhaps you'requicker than I. - I'II try my best to be.

Danny, my offer is stiII open to you. But I havea feeIingthat today...

we're meetingfor the Iast time.

PIease, Danny. Beon tomorrow's fIight to Sydney.

WiII I see you again? - You bet you wiII.

By the way, the new haII steward is Sergeant Simpson.

He wiII be Iookingafter you.

I'II be in Stouts apartment. - Right, shaII I say.

HeIIo. - This is Myrna.

Myrna? - Come to PicadiIIy Circus...

in haIf an hour, without the poIice. - Myrna.

Myrna, heIIo! HeIIo!

Mr Simpson, do you suppose you couId order mea nicecupof tea?

I just can't seem to raise thedesk cIerk. - I'd bedeIighted to.

PIease Iock thedoor. - Right.

HeIIo, room service. Send a pot of tea up to Miss Fergusson's room, pIease.

That's one tape I haven't had.

Danny!

Myrna...

Myrna!

Inspector Craig. - WeII, Susan. Sorry to bother.

I must see Dr EIIis right away. - Dr EIIis isn't in now.

You'resureIy wonderingwhy I'm here. I meant to surprise ScotIand Yard.

Dr EIIis and I are pIanningon marrying. - Qh, I think you'II makea IoveIy coupIe.

I'II wait for him then. - CouId I takea message for him?

No, I'II wait.

That's rather spIendid.

Interesting piece that. - WouId you excuse mea moment?

Qf course.

HeIIo, Craig. What a surprise to see you hereat this hour.

I'vesomethingto show you, Doctor. What is this?

You know that very weII. Qneof theseaIs we use to IabeI contraband drugs.

Wheredid you get it? - That is a rather compIicated story.

I'II be gIad to expIain it tomorrow at the Yard. Good night.

Good night.

That's aII. Why does that chimesound so famiIiar?

HeIIo. - This is Myrna.

I must see you.

Come to PicadiIIy Circus in haIf an hour, without the poIice!

Myrna! Myrna! HeIIo!

An exceIIent jobof soIving. - That mistakeof yours cIinched it.

It wasn't my mistake. Myrna never shouId have used the phone in this room.

She had to bedestroyed.

And so are you, Craig.

But an Inspector from ScotIand Yard shouId die more easiIy knowingthe facts.

If you mean your IittIecaper, EIIis, I don't need to be toId.

Myrna Fergusson was caught smuggIing heroine.

Sheagreed to work with us, but aII aIongshe was workingfor you.

And once you repIaced it with sugar, you seaIed and burned it...

in the presenceof Sir John. You wouId have earned quitea tidy sum.

An ingenious pIan, isn't it? - And the body in the Thames?

Myrna had a briIIant scheme. Donovan kiIIed someone to take her pIace.

They went through that farce in the hoteI. And then I kiIIed him.

The girI who's body you found was a Soho prostitute.

I'II make you a proposition, EIIis. Why not give yourseIf up to ScotIand Yard

and stop this senseIess bIoodshed? I wouId hate to see Susan die, too.

EIIis, you're not to point that thing, for heaven's sake! It couId go off!

I doubt it. When Dr. EIIis' back was turned, Simpson emptied the gun.

Thecaper is over, EIIis. Go ahead, fireaway.

Let meshow you something.

I'm gIad Simpson removed the buIIets. - Craig, you've got more bIoody nerve.

Whatever that powdered sugar means, Susan has to come with me to the Yard.

Myrna Fergusson's just been shot to death.

Yes, Sir John. I'II change. - Comeas you are, my dear.

And now, in the nameof ScotIand Yard, I pronounce you partners in crime.

Simpson! - Comeon!

These men of science know it aII. They couId do with Iess brains...

and morecommon sense. Now, weII. Good job, I caught him.

BQAC announces thedeparture of fIight 411 to Sydney!

I don't know what I can say, Danny.

I reaIize you've had a rather harrowingtrip,

but I just hope there'II beanother time. If you do comeagain I'II...

If ever I shouId come back the first thing you'II take me to...

are the tourist traps Iike Madame Tussaud's wax museum...

where we'II see EIIis aIongwith Jack the Ripper.

Funny you shouId mention the name of Jack the Ripper. Miss Fergusson,

Bon voyage. Comeagain soon to swinging London. My most recent efforts

show it's a fact that Jack the Ripper once Iived in Sydney, AustraIia.

And, young man, I'm dispatching you to digto the bottom of it.

Find out where he went, go to thesame hoteIs, his favorite bars.

Yes, but what's the point? Jack the Ripper died over a hundred years ago.

FiddIesticks! It's more interesting, you idiot! Your fIight's caIIed!

Let's go! By courtesy of Jack the Ripper. - That's thespirit, young Iady!

Havea IoveIy time! Don't forget to write!

CaIIs himseIf a detective!