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[Car Doors Close]

[Knocking]

Professor Gleason.

Beg pardon, madam.
Professor Gleason is here.

Very nice of you to come.
I'm Mrs. Manderley.

- I've heard a great deal about you.
- Nice things, I hope.

Oh, do you know
Brenda and Walter Hartford?

We should know him, Lucy.
We invited him.

[Lucy Laughing]
Of course. Where are my wits today?

[Brenda] You have been a bit odd.
Something's on your mind.

I guess it's just that
I'm not used to having guests.

Paul, my husband, prefers to bury himself
out here in the desert for his work.

[Walter]
Oh, Dr. Retling. Have you met Professor Gleason?

- Very happy to know you.
- How do you do?

- [Lucy] Won't you join us, Professor?
- Don't mind if I do.

- How about you, Doctor?
- [Retling] Not just now, thank you.

- Brenda?
- You can always count on me.

She's never been known to refuse.

Lucy. Who is this stranger?

You know I dislike
having people interrupt my work.

- But you invited Brenda and Walter to-
- Walter is my lawyer.

- He's here on business.
- Relax, Paul.

Professor Gleason is going to tell us
about the monkeys in our family trees.

- I didn't know you were a genealogist.
- Oh, yes, yes.

Matter of fact,
I hope this visit...

will permit me to clear up
some points on your family.

Aren't you descended
from the famous Borgias?

Two things we never discuss
in this house:

my family and Paul's accident.

I don't want to seem insistent...

but weren't you the Princess della Borgia
before your marriage?

Yes, but our branch of the family
didn't go in for poison.

Lucy, please.
We will not discuss it.

We ought to break this up.
Manderley's upset.

I think I'll go and dress for dinner.
Coming, Lucy?

Yes, it is late.

That was an excellent cocktail,
Mrs. Manderley.

Won't you have another one, Professor?
Please do.

Thank you.
Now I know you have forgiven me.

[Chuckling]
Why, Professor. There's nothing to forgive.

Dinner at 8:00 sharp.

I'm sorry if I've offended you,
Mr. Manderley.

Oh, it's quite all right.
It's my fault.

You see, I'm not used to guests.

Mr. Manderley?

- Oh, you've forgotten your cocktail.
- Oh, yes. Thank you.

How about a rubber of bridge?

That's an idea.
You can count me in.

- Do you play-
- [Thud]

He must have fainted.

Let's get him up to his room.

[Walter]
Paul! Where are you?

- Mr. Manderley.
- Stop that infernal racket.

What do you want?

Oh, there you are.

Dr. Retling would like to see
Professor Gleason's cocktail glass...

and I can't find it.

Well, the servants probably
swept it up and threw it away.

Why should he want it?

Now, take it easy.
Don't get excited.

Gleason's been poisoned.

- Poisoned? But that's impossible.
- There's every symptom.

You've gotta prepare yourself
for trouble if he doesn't pull through.

What do you mean?

The papers are bound to remember Lucy's
maiden name- a descendant of the Borgias.

- You're not suggesting that she-
- Of course not.

But you dread scandal,
and if the papers dig up her brother-

He didn't poison that girl.
The Italian courts acquitted him.

I know. But there were
cocktails involved in that case too.

Can't you see
what the newspapers will do to that?

Like brother, like sister.

[Door Opens]

[Walter]
How is he, Doctor?

[Paul]
It was a heart attack?

I'm sorry.
Mr. Gleason's death indicates poison.

The autopsy will tell us the truth.

Autopsy? Here?

Doctor, isn't there some way
of hushing up this man's dying in my house?

I'm afraid it has
to be reported to the police.

Walter, you're my lawyer.
Get me out of this.

I don't know. What you ask
Dr. Retling to do is highly unethical.

- Quite.
- I'll make it worth your while.

I'm sorry, Mr. Manderley.

Wait a minute.
Here's a possibility.

Doctor, if you saw the body
in a hotel in town...

couldn't you say he died there?

It will save my wife and me
a great deal of pain and embarrassment.

We could take Gleason
to the hotel at Mojave Wells.

I'll make it worth your risk.

No one knows of his death yet
except the three of us.

No one need ever know.

Gee, it's great to be back
in San Francisco again.

Boy, I don't think
I'll ever walk again.

They must have marched us
a million miles.

Why do they have to walk
so much in the army?

Excellent training for brains
of all young sprouts.

How do you figure that?

Man who walk have
both feet on ground.

- [Knocking]
- Yes?

Gee, I thought
I'd never get my leave.

One week off for good behavior.

Say, Pop, what's this auto trip
you got planned for us?

You know something, Pop?

What I'd like now
is the relaxation of a good murder case.

Urgent letter threaten to cancel
pleasure trip with number two son.

Huh? Who's it from?

Letter signed
Mrs. Paul Manderley.

Formerly Princess
Lucrezia della Borgia.

Lucrezia Borgia?
The poisoner? Oh, but she's dead.

- This lady use typewriter.
- What does she want?

"Dear Mr. Chan.

"Your presence is most urgently requested at
Manderley Castle for assistance and advice.

My life is in danger."

A case! Oh, boy.
What a break for me.

"Do not communicate with me.

"A car will await you each day at noon
at Mojave Wells, California.

"This note bearing my crest
will identify you to my chauffeur.

Bring no one else."

She's crazy.
You can't go there alone.

Say, what is this castle anyway?

Have heard of strange castle in desert
owned by scholarly millionaire.

No electricity.
No telephone.

No phone?
Borgias. Poisoners.

Say, Pop, I don't like
the looks of this.

- You'll need me.
- No. Letter says bring no one else.

Well, but suppose
you have to call for help.

Number two son is nursemaid
to flock of pigeons.

Parent will borrow one
for emergency S.O.S.

- [Cooing]
- But, Pop, you can't do that.

They belong to the Signal Corps.

I'm supposed to
release 'em for test flights on our auto trip.

Will do same.

"United States Army...

carrier pigeon number 13576."

Prefer briefer name.

Ming Toy-
"Daughter of Happiness."

But, Pop, that's a boy pigeon.

Ming Toy temporary alias
while on case.

- If you take it, I'm going with you.
- Uh-uh.

But I'll be court-martialed
if I lose him.

Uh, guardhouse excellent guarantee
for offspring's whereabouts.

Coo, coo, coo, coo.

Coo, coo, coo.

This here's the Mojave Wells Hotel.

Nice place. Best in town.

- Perhaps only one in town.
- [Chuckles] Yeah. Clean rooms though.

Never needs exterminator man.

- My brother-in-law here runs it.
- That's me.

Oh, a chop suey salesman, huh?

Well, don't try and sell me.
I hate the stuff.

Uh, interruption, please.

Has motorcar arrived yet
from Manderley Castle?

Is that where you're goin'?

You're crazy to go out there.

Offer me a million dollars
and I wouldn't go.

Thank you so much, but I'm expecting
castle car conveyance at noon.

You'll be sorry.

Oh, no, you don't.

You can't bring
bad luck to my hotel.

We don't want nobody
that does business with the castle.

She's put a curse on us.

- Who, please?
- Mrs. Manderley.

She's a queer number.

At least, her doctor says so.

And her husband
goes around town with half a face.

- Won't talk civil to nobody.
- Hmm. Uh, please.

Desire to await
castle automobile here...

- in shade of porch.
- No.

No. You better get used to the heat.

It's 35 miles to the castle.

You can fry an egg
on that highway at noon.

[Chan]
Already have sensation of fried egg.

Hi, Lizzie.

You have enemies, mister.

Man without enemies
like dog without fleas.

I see death reaching for you,
like an arrow.

Desert without Indians very safe.

Leave the desert.
Death waits for you out there.

Go back where you came from-
unless you're prepared to die.

Man who fears death
die thousand times.

It's your life.
But remember, I warned you.

You keep away from here.
Don't park in front of my hotel.

One moment, please.
Driver of automobile.

- I am expected at castle in desert.
- Yes, sir.

Don't try to come here again.

And tell that doctor
not to bring you into my hotel to die...

like he did that fellow last week.

[Man]
Just a minute.

- Is this the car for Manderley Castle?
- Yes, sir.

If you're going there,
you can get off my porch.

The crest of the Borgias- I was told
it would get me transportation to the castle.

Very well, sir.

Most grateful for companionship
on long desert journey.

You're the new cook or houseboy?

Lieutenant Chan, Honolulu Police,
imitating weekend guest.

- Is that so?
- Yeah. Your name is, uh-

Watson King.

I specialize in minding my own business.

Very lonesome pastime.

Know who that second man was?

Checked in last night.
I never saw him before.

He'll die a violent death, he will.

And his murderer
shall go unpunished.

[Speaking Gibberish]

- Ming Toy merely traveling companion.
- So I see.

You're responsible
for the creature's behavior.

Fear unnecessary.
This bird perfect gentleman.

Trained by United States Army.

- I shall tell Mrs. Manderley you've arrived.
- Mm-hmm.

What are you doing here?

- Mr. Manderley?
- Yes. What do you want?

- Have request from honorable wife to visit castle.
- Well, who are you?

- Lieutenant Chan.
- Charlie Chan?

- Yes.
- The detective?

Well, why should
my wife send for you?

Am also curious.

I don't understand.
Come into my study.

Charlie Chan!
Hello. How are you?

- Most happy to meet Mr. Detheridge again.
- You know each other?

Yes. Met back east.
Two years ago, wasn't it?

Young professor
of medieval history...

most helpful in solving
difficult case.

You are employed at castle now?

No, just doing some research in
Manderley's rare books. I leave Monday.

Yes, Carl is the head of the European History
Department at Manderley College.

- House of learning built by honorable father.
- Mm-hmm.

- Carl, will you excuse us, please?
- Certainly, sir.

See you later, Charlie.
Let me know if I can help you.

Detective make visit
merely as humble tourist.

[Chuckles]
Same old Charlie. He never gives out.

- Sit down, Mr. Chan.
- Thank you.

Now, Mr. Chan, be frank with me.
Tell me why you came here.

Merely respond to invitation
from honorable wife.

And not to check up
on my sanity...

because of my peculiar mode of living?

You see, I had a rather serious accident.

My wife and I prefer
the solitude of the desert.

I'm quite sound mentally.

I'm an historian.

Have read most distinguished work.

- Very heavy with pages of knowledge.
- Mm-hmm.

I pursue my research
into the 16th century...

by studying its books, its art...

even putting up with
some of the inconveniences-

no telephone or electric light.

I want to understand the workings...

of the minds of men
who lived 400 years ago.

You wouldn't call that insane,
would you, Mr. Chan?

To study Eskimo or African Pygmy...

anthropologist must make
their home his home.

I'm glad you appreciate my point.

I do that so that I can penetrate
the psychology of the 16th-century mind.

I've tried to live
and think as Cesare Borgia.

You see,
he's the subject of my book.

- Honorable wife is descendant
of famous Borgia family, no?
- Well, what of it?

What ifher name was Borgia?

She's just as sane as you are.
So am I.

Why, I'm the sole administrator
of a $20 million estate.

An incompetent man
couldn't do that, could he?

What is it, Doctor?

- Your sedative.
- Yes. Now observe me, as Dr. Retling does...

and prove for yourself
whether I'm sane or not.

You must take it now.

Oh, don't talk to me as if
I were a child, an incompetent.

My accident had
nothing to do with my brain.

Here, I'll take this
when I feel like it.

Mr. Chan, I believe.

I am Dr. Retling,
the family physician.

You mustn't mind his outbursts.

He suffers from anxiety neurosis.

He dreads scandal.

You see, under his father's will...

he loses control of the estate...

if he's involved in any notoriety...

that might dishonor
the Manderley name.

Understand.

Last week, when Professor Gleason,
the genealogist, upset him...

he was behaving very peculiar.

Excuse, please.

What is nature
of Mr. Manderley's accident?

An explosion.
Frightful scar, I hear.

You have not seen scar?

Nobody has,
except the doctor who treated it.

That was years ago,
and he has been very peculiar about it.

Accident did not affect his mind?

I prefer not to qualify
as a psychiatrist, Mr. Chan.

Caution sometimes
mother of suspicion.

Sorry to interrupt, but Mrs. Manderley
would like to see you, Charlie.

Oh. Huh. Excuse, please.

Lucy, this is Mr. Chan.
Mrs. Manderley.

Wilson just told me
you'd arrived, Mr. Chan.

Whatever brings you to our desert?

My husband hadn't told me
you were coming.

Excuse, please.

Why, I didn't write this.

It's a forgery.

Whoever could have
done such a thing?

Why, this isn't even
the way I sign my name.

And it's not my idea
of a practical joke.

I'm so sorry you've been
put to all this inconvenience...

but I didn't send for you.

Practical joke sometimes disguise
for sinister motive.

- Oh, don't say that, Mr. Chan.
- So sorry.

With kind permission,
will make quiet departure.

- Mrs. Manderley.
- Yes, Wilson?

Something most extraordinary.
The car has been damaged.

- Well, what happened?
- The distributor has been removed.

- What a silly thing to do.
- Well, if it's missing, find it.

- We've searched everywhere, sir.
- Thank you, Wilson.

- Keep on looking. It must be found.
- Very good, madam.

I refuse to believe that
any of my guests would disable the car.

For what purpose?

Lovers use element of surprise.
Also criminals.

Criminals?

Well, what are we worrying about?
We can use Walter Hartford's car.

No. They came
with me in a taxi.

Unless we have another visitor,
we may not see another car for weeks.

And no telephone.

Inhabitants of this castle
now marooned 35 miles from civilization.

Well, at least we won't starve.

Manderley has provisions for months,
and an excellent wine cellar.

- I'm happy.
- Come on, Carl.

- Let's see about this distributor.
- Okay.

First you receive
a mysterious invitation...

and now we're all cut off
from the outside world.

Why?

Detective sometimes summoned
to witness crime.

That's an odd piece of reasoning.

Not if criminal hopes
that finger of suspicion...

point to innocent person.

With kind permission, will remain...

to search for missing part of automobile.

- Of course.
- Even in baggage of guest?

- Oh, but they'd never think of doing-
- Hello, Lucy.

Hope you don't mind
me getting here a day early.

Oh, no. No, not at all.

I see you've got
everything ready for me.

Good quality too.

You are maker of images
that mind own business?

Extraordinary deduction, Mr. Chan.

In a week this will be
the head and shoulders of Mrs. Manderley.

- That's the commission, isn't it, Lucy?
- Sculptor is old friend?

Oh, yes.
Haven't seen each other in ages.

Not since you bought that figure of mine.
One of my best. Remember, Lucy?

Then she read about
my New York show last month, so here I am.

By the way, Lucy,
I'm anxious to meet your husband too.

I've never had the pleasure.

Why-Why, yes.
That's right, Jim. You never have.

Correction, please.

Old friend Jim
now known as Watson King.

Excuse.

Last stop.
All out for Mojave Wells.

Hey, Hank!
Got a customer for you.

Salesman, huh?
Oriental novelties or chop suey?

Give you a fine room.
Two bucks without breakfast.

I'm not stopping here.
Can I hire a car?

- Sure, you can use mine.
- [Horn Honks]

Hey, you kids, get away from that car.
How many times have I told you?

- Where you goin'?
- Mrs. Manderley's castle.

Not in my car, you don't.
And you can't set foot in my hotel either.

But I've got to get out there.
It's a matter of life and death.

Hey, young fella.

- You got 25 bucks?
- Huh?

- Oh, oh, you mean you'll take me?
- Sure.

We won't get there till after dark,
but I ain't afraid.

- Seventy miles, round trip.
- All I've got is $20, and I, uh-

- Oh, I'll trust you for the rest.
- Okay, let's hurry.

I couldn't help overhearing, mister...

so I'm going to the castle with you.

There's death out in that desert.

Huh? What do you mean?
I mean, how do you know?

The stars.
They tell me everything.

- In the daytime?
- No. At night.

Say, where's the castle?
I don't see any.

Can't miss it, sonny.
Just follow this road about two miles.

I don't go no closer.

Hey, wait a minute!

- I knew he'd do that.
- Well, why didn't you tell me?

We'll be much
better off alone.

I still don't see the castle.

- It's just over that hill.
- Wait. I'll take a look.

[Number Two Son]
Oh, there it is.

Come on.

- Fourteenth century.
- Yes.

- Admirable collection you have here.
- Well, thank you, Mr. Chan.

It's taken me a great many years
to assemble it.

[Man]
Mr. Manderley?

Yes? What is it?

We found this man on the prowl outside.
I took his gun.

- Who are you?
- Fletcher. Arthur Fletcher.

I was hunting and I lost my bearings.
Stop searching me.

You're a trespasser.

Well, he looks harmless.

- You're a private detective, Mr. Fletcher.
- Anything wrong with that?

Wait outside.

What do you want here?

What makes you think
I want anything?

First Mr. Chan and then you.
Why are you here?

Well, I might as well come clean.

I was on my way to see you
when my car broke down.

I represent Professor Gleason's family.

Yes? Go on.

They aren't satisfied
about the way he died.

What do you mean?
He had a heart attack in the hotel.

- That's what your doctor said.
- What are you driving at?

The Gleason doctor said there was something
peculiar about the condition of his skin.

It suggested poisoning.

Maybe he was sick while he was here,
or he ate something-

Professor Gleason didn't
stay here for dinner.

- He died in Mojave Wells, you know.
- I'm not so sure.

Well, you can question Dr. Retling.
He'll be down in just a moment.

I'd like to very much.

I have notes on
Professor Gleason's death right here.

Uh, may examine, please?

[Walter]
As Mr. Manderley's legal representative...

I don't like your attitude, Fletcher.

- You seem to be accusing him.
- I'm not accusing him of anything.

I'd like to speak
to Mrs. Manderley.

I understand she had a brother
who was tried for poisoning a girl.

Mind you, I don't say
it runs in the family...

but it's my job
to check every angle...

and satisfy myself that Professor Gleason
didn't die in this house...

or I'll have to ask
the police to step in.

I'm Mrs. Manderley.
I couldn't help overhearing what you said.

- I'm sorry if I offended you.
- Oh, I understand.

And I'll answer
all your questions after dinner.

Will you be our guest,
Mr. Fletcher?

- Why, thank you, but-
- That's quite all right.

And I promise not to poison you.

- Wilson?
- Yes, madam?

- There'll be another guest for dinner.
- Very good, madam.

Shh!

- Wait here for me.
- But I've got to get to my pop.

Wait here.

Shh!

[Clattering]

[Creaking]

[Gasps]

[Gasps]

Ow!

[Door Opens]

Who's there?

Is anybody down there?

- [Organ]
- [Lucy] Paul, we're waiting for you.

[Paul]
Coming, dear.

I thought I heard someone
in the dungeon.

[Lucy]
Brenda, please. That organ won't run away.

I'll be right there.

In olden times,
the unexpected guest...

was always made welcome
with the first glass of wine.

- Mr. Chan?
- But lady of house always taste same first.

Thank you.

For Mr. Fletcher.

Thank you.

I'd like to propose a toast
to Paul Manderley-

reincarnation of Cesare Borgia.

- May his book be a great best seller.
- Thank you, Walter.

When will the book be out,
Mr. Manderley?

I'm not sure.
Perhaps three or four years.

- [Glass Clinks]
- Ooh.

Fletcher, are you ill?

- Cup of welcome contain
evidence of powerful drug.
- Poison?

Are you sure?

- We'll have to notify the police.
- Impossible.

No motorcar. No telephone.

In my house-
First Gleason, now Fletcher.

- It can't be.
- Poison.

Hey, Pop!

- The old witch did it.
- Excuse, please.

Intruder is number two
son, Jimmy Chan.

Vacationer from army.
How you get here?

- I fell into the cellar.
- From San Francisco hotel?

Say, Pop, somebody
wants to kill you.

This letter-
it came after you left the hotel.

- What does it say?
- Um, payment due on icebox.

Huh? Oh, I get it.

Look, Pop, I've got this case all figured out.
I was listening.

There's a roomful of poison downstairs,
and somebody up here helped himself.

- That's preposterous.
- Uh, please, may see poison ring on finger?

- This is coat of arms of Cesare Borgia?
- Yes.

Hmm.

Poison compartment not used recently-
perhaps not for centuries.

Uh, suggest ladies may retire.

- Men, please, will remain.
- But I tell you, Pop, the old witch did it.

- What are you raving about?
- Madame Saturnia!
She was down in the poison room.

- That stargazer? Why, she's not here.
- But she came with me.

- I saw her.
- One moment, please.

Observations of expensively educated offspring
sometimes very good.

- May see poison room, please?
- Yes.

Unpleasant thought, but obvious-

one of us who sat down
to dinner is a murderer.

They say poison
is a woman's weapon.

Not always, Doctor.

Every 16th century castle
had its own apothecary or alchemist.

- But not chamber devoted to a hundred poisons.
- Oh, yes.

I study them as Cesare Borgia did.

I wouldn't tell you that, Mr. Chan, would I,
if I had a guilty conscience?

Guilty conscience like dog in circus-
many tricks.

Oh, these old poisons have only been used
on gophers, rats and coyotes.

Contradiction, please.

Content from this bottle
put Mr. Fletcher to sleep.

But that's not a poison.

Am aware of same.

Old Chinese herb doctor
use tagara weed as drug.

Too much of anything can kill.

Excuse, please.

You give desert pests large diet
of deadly nightshade?

No.

- Much absent from bottle.
- Well, there wasn't much to begin with-
only two ounces.

Less than quarter ounce remain.

Somebody has stolen
enough poison to kill all of us.

Would suggest you keep
laboratory door locked.

Come.

Hey, Pop. Look!

I knew it.
I knew I couldn't hide from you.

What are you doing out here?
Did my wife send for you?

The stars sent me, to help you and your wife
destroy those incriminating bottles.

No poisons, no evidence.

But you came too soon.

Why you wish
to remove evidence?

To keep death
from my friends' house.

Suppose death
have strike already?

Impossible. The finger of Isis
has never touched this house.

That's where you're wrong, lady.
Two men have been poisoned here.

My stars never lie.

No one has died under this roof...

yet.

Friend of stars
may possess unusual wisdom.

Come.

Just watch out for an arrow,
Mr. Chan.

There's one marked for you.

Man cannot avoid destiny.

- Most unusual lady.
- Yeah. She tells fortunes for my wife.
She's quite harmless.

Collection of ancient instruments of torture-
innocent hobby?

Well, not exactly.
Just more research.

In order to understand Cesare Borgia's mind,
I created a dungeon similar to his.

Men of the Renaissance often resorted to torture
in order to maintain their power as rulers.

Evil habit still linger in Europe.
[Chuckles]

Dr. Retling...

you are familiar with
root of tagara weed?

Vaguely. Isn't that what
Friar Lawrence gave toJuliet?

The old chemists
used it for insomnia cases.

You have seen same in
Mr. Manderley's laboratory?

- I'm the only one who ever uses that room.
- Listen here, Mr. Manderley.

With the door wide open,
anybody could use that room- even your wife!

What do you mean?

Gee, I'm sorry.

Please, excuse number two son rudeness.

That's quite all right, Mr. Chan.

Look, Pop!
Fletcher's body- it's gone!

Hartford and Detheridge
removed it to the chapel.

Gave no orders for same?

Mrs. Manderley
sent down word to do it.

Uh, excuse.

- I must speak with Lucy.
- One moment, Mr. Manderley.

I'm afraid the time has come
for dropping pretenses.

- What do you mean?
- Protecting your wife.

- Why?
- I know what I am talking about.

You are protecting a homicidal maniac
who poisoned Gleason and Fletcher.

I dare to say it because I know
what the scandal will do to you when it breaks.

Have her committed now, quietly.

Mr. Chan...

I'm sure you will help us.

Have no evidence
Mrs. Manderley poisoned Mr. Fletcher.

Have no evidence
Mrs. Manderley poisoned Mr. Fletcher.

We hushed up one death for Manderley's sake.
We can't do it again.

I tell you,
she did kill them.

- [Chan] Motive, please.
- [Scoffs] She's mad.

She wants the emotion
Lucrezia Borgia knew...

when she saw her enemies die
at her dinner table.

- I know what I'm talking about.
- Oh, stop, Doctor. Stop!

I can't do what you ask. But I'll take her
away with me- anywhere- to hush this up.

Hartford could take charge
of the estate.

Send him to me.
I'll give him power of attorney.

Mr. Chan, can we count on your silence?

But, Pop, it's murder!

Sometimes solution to murder problem
does not require scandal.

Thank you.
I'm sure it won't go unappreciated.

[Liquid Pouring]

[Chan]
One moment, please.

Excuse.

- Liquid inoculated with missing nightshade.
- What?

Gee, now somebody wants him
out of the way.

May see ring, please?

Thief of poison insert same here
while ring rest upon table.

What's this?
Someone tried to poison Manderley?

Yeah. Unless he put it there himself.

For suicide,
accidentally on purpose.

- Oh, nonsense.
- Don't be silly. We know who it was.

She can't help herself.

Mr. Hartford.

You're quite wrong, old man.
Mrs. Manderley isn't mad. But you are.

You'd better
mind your own business.

Don't be childish.

Sorry. I didn't think
the old thing would work.

Like poison, that won't get you
very far either, Hartford.

Then you know.

Mr. Manderley sure is one scared man.

Guess I'd be too
if I had a wife like that.

Glamour boy who jump to conclusions
sometimes get hair mussed.

- You mean, she isn't crazy?
- Killer we seek very sane.

What you gonna do, Pop?

Send messenger for help from police.

Oh, my pigeon.

Look at him!

Dead pigeon.
Hope we are not same.

Nightshade gather
Ming Toy to ancestors.

Killer very sane.

Also thorough.

Whoever it was probably
searched this room too.

Excellent deduction
for expensive college education.

That was meant for you, Pop.

Obvious not meant for pigeon.

Madame Saturnia said
that an arrow would get you.

Message from stars
most accurate tonight.

Invited to witness one elaborate crime,
parent interrupt another.

Wh-What do you mean?

Theory here much safer
than theory there. Come.

But, Pop, I wanted to tell you
about that sculptor, Watson King.

- Yes?
- He isn't the real thing.

He doesn't work the way they did
in my art class. He's a fake.

One moment, please.

Inform editor.

[Clicks Tongue]
Gee. Wrong again.

Go help parent
by watching body of Mr. Fletcher.

Okay. What?

Body must be kept under
close observation. Go.

- A-All by myself?
- Yes. Hurry, please.

All right.

[Door Opens, Closes]

Mrs. Manderley does not sleep.

Breathing reveal lady imitate possum.

Please.

Younger brother, Prince Borgia,
once tried for murder?

He- He was my stepbrother.

He wasn't a Borgia.
He had no right to the family name.

- Where is he, please?
- Dead.

He was killed in the Spanish War.

No.

He was not killed.
He is among the living.

Stars say so?

- Why she hide here?
- She was frightened, Mr. Chan.

She's been with me
ever since she left you.

- Stepbrother's face carry bad scar.
- Yes.

He had a serious accident
when he was seven.

Oh, Mr. Chan. Why are they trying
to make Paul think I'm mad?

- Twenty million dollars.
- But I don't understand.

Pop! Pop!

Pop? Pop! Pop! Pop!

- Please. Please. Please.
- Pop! Oh, Pop.

"Pop, Pop, Pop."
Why does offspring imitate outboard motor?

Fletcher's body- gone!
Disappeared! Somebody's taken it.

Mr. Fletcher's body like
missing part of automobile- not far away.

Go back.
Make intensive search.

- Huh? You talk as if it got up and walked away.
- Not impossible.

Say, Pop, you haven't
been drinking, have you?

[Chan]
Only wine of discovery. Go below.

- Keep watch. Have no fear of ghosts.
- Ghosts?

- Are you soldier or mouse?
- Mouse.

Go on.

Mrs. Hartford, Dr. Retling-
desire presence, please.

- Where is husband?
- Why, uh, I never keep track of him.

Come with me.

I'm sorry, Lucy.
This is Chan's idea.

Why are you disturbing
Mrs. Manderley this way?

[Chan]
To enlighten cruelly maligned lady.

Forged letter from you,
Mrs. Manderley...

summon Chinese detective to castle.

Mrs. Hartford,
your husband wrote same.

Why do you say that?

Mr. Hartford's notes on Gleason death...

written on same machine...

- as letter bearing Mrs. Manderley's signature.
- Really!

But Mr. Hartford
is my husband's attorney.

True. But he also
desire control of vast estate...

now competently managed
by Mr. Manderley.

- What do you mean?
- Fake murder plot...

and fake threat
of newspaper scandal...

created to terrorize
millionaire husband...

into giving Mr. Hartford
power of attorney.

That's ridiculous, Mr. Chan.

Humble self invited to castle
to prove you insane...

but proof only point to conspirators.

Are you accusing my husband
of killing Mr. Fletcher?

Mr. Fletcher not dead-
nor Professor Gleason.

Both very much alive.

What did I tell you?

Gleason and Fletcher hired by doctor
and lawyer to imitate death.

Each receive drink from you,
Mrs. Manderley...

and insert into same
drug from tagara weed...

which suspend pulse of life
for short period.

The potion Juliet drank.

Why would they do
such an awful thing?

To make husband think
you give poison in madness.

But odor of drug
on Mr. Fletcher's glass...

betray use of same
to humble nose.

Nonsense.
Where did he get the drug?

It's very rare.

You obtained same
from dungeon laboratory.

You can't prove that, Mr. Chan.

When Professor Gleason prove alive...

can doctor explain
false death certificate?

- Why, I-
- Well, no one was harmed.

- What can you do about it?
- Fraud is crime.

And murder punishable
by execution.

Well, all right.
So my husband tried something and failed.

- But no one was murdered.
- Not yet.

- What do you mean?
- There is person in this castle...

desire death of Mr. Manderley.

What for?

Widow would become
very wealthy woman.

- Those words hold great truth, Mr. Chan.
- Oh, no.

My husband couldn't profit by that.

- But you and your stepbrother could.
- Cesare is dead.

Oh, no, he isn't. He wrote to Walter
a month ago asking for money.

The stars never lie.

[Chan]
Can explain resurrection of stepbrother?

No. They told me he was dead-
killed in action.

I- I believed it.

You are sure you do not know
where your husband is?

Uh, no. Perhaps he left
with Mr. Fletcher.

Across desert on foot?

He was frightened when poison was found
in Mr. Manderley's ring.

We knew then that there was
a real killer in our midst.

Return to rooms. Lock doors.
No one safe now. Come.

[Whispering]
Jimmy?

Jimmy?

Jimmy!

It's only me, Pop.

Why does number two son
inhabit hardware?

That fellow with the bow and arrow-
I'm not taking any chances.

There's an outfit for you too.

What has canned outpost observed?

- Nothing. But I don't mind watching now.
- Mmm.

Must investigate servants' quarters.

Remain in can.

Pop! Help!

- [Screams]
- [Jimmy] Help!

- You still alive?
- Why, I guess so.

Just bent, bruised and bewildered, eh?

Oh, Pop! Hey, Pop!

As usual- hear earthquake...

and naturally expect to find
number two son responsible.

I was watching him and Madame Saturnia
when I was pushed.

- Where is lady stargazer?
- Jimmy's downfall scared her away.

Who opened door
to poison room?

The old lady- picked the lock
like a professional. I didn't let her go in.

Mr. King, you were following her.

Part of my job.

Los Angeles Detective Agency.
This'll identify me.

I knew you'd find out sooner or later.

English sculptor
formerly of Scotland Yard.

- Now with the Brewster Agency.
- Mmm. Have met head man.

- Who engage you?
- Mrs. Manderley.

- What reason?
- You'll have to get that from her.

Thank you. At present, am concentrating
on whereabouts of missing lawyer.

- So am I.
- Say, Pop, I hope he don't show up dead.

- I'll look in the cellar.
- You examine laboratory.

Mr. Hartford?

- Why you hide?
- Somebody tried to kill me.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Somebody shot an arrow at me
out in the courtyard. Just barely missed.

- Why didn't you call for help?
- Who was there to help me in this madhouse?

He doesn't think much of you, Pop.

Who else visit dungeon tonight?

Just the old lady and King,
as he said.

Your wife and Dr. Retling already admit
conspiracy against Mr. Manderley.

Now real killer seek your life.

If nobody knows you're down here,
you're safe. Isn't he?

Only stars know answer.

I'll stay in hiding
until you find out who it was.

The one who put the poison
in Manderley's ring, obviously.

Huh. Will investigate upstairs. Come.

Say, Pop, I've got a theory.

Maybe Dr. Retling is double-crossing Hartford-
or his wife is.

Theory like thunderstorm-
very wet.

- I agree with you, Mr. Chan.
- Hey, Pop, look!

An arrow from a crossbow.

Most odd that force of impact
should break arrow.

It could've been shot
from the great hall...

or from the door
the old lady ran out of.

Most difficult angle, but possible.

Must question everyone immediately.

Come.

Mr. Manderley, please.

- May see weapon?
- It was on the table.

Yes. Hartford was demonstrating
its uses while I was working on that bust.

He very nearly got me.

It might've been an accident,
but he knew I'd guessed what he was up to.

Most urgent killer be apprehended
before death strike again.

May require assistance. Please summon
Mr. Detheridge and Mrs. Manderley.

Have you a gun, Mr. Chan?

You'd better have mine.

It's gone.
My pocket's been picked.

Sharp wit sometimes much better
than deadly weapon.

- I'll be right back.
- I'll go with you.

Say, Pop, is this-

Is this armor bulletproof?

Will soon find out.

Here. Put collegiate archery
to practical use.

Secrete canned body in chapel
and guard parent from rear.

I get it. When in the 16th century,
do as the Romans do.

Oh, boy!
Am I hot with a bow and arrow.

Jimmy, please-

Remember, you are rear guard,
not Cupid.

- Mrs. Manderley will be right down.
- Thank you.

Mr. Chan, how great is our danger?

Great as my determination
to remove same.

Please. You recognize photograph?

Why, yes, of course.
That's my wife and her stepbrother.

He was killed in the Spanish War.

Stepbrother now in this castle.

Why, that's impossible!

- I don't believe it.
- This boy have peculiar scar on his cheek.

But same could be removed
through plastic surgery.

What are you driving at? I'm the only one
around here with a scar on his face.

Mr. Manderley,
I am about to make most unusual request.

- Yes, what is it?
- Please.

Desire to observe
unfortunate scar you hide.

I'm sorry.
I can't grant that request.

Timid man never win lottery prize.

No scar. You lie to many people.

I had to, Mr. Chan.

It's hard to explain the seclusion
that my work demands.

So I invented that mask
as an alibi for my being a recluse.

Elaborate excuse seldom truth.

Paul, the scarf-
He's found out?

- Where is Mr. Detheridge?
- I couldn't find him upstairs.

[Carl]
Did I hear someone paging me?

Been out for a stroll.
There's a beautiful moon.

- Moon washed in blood.
- How do you mean?

Blood spilled by man
with heart of ancient Borgias-

ruthless, unscrupulous.

- That man kill lawyer Hartford.
- A third murder?

No. First and only murder.

Well, why should anyone kill Hartford?

He was obstacle on path
to same goal-your estate.

[King]
How do you mean, Mr. Chan?

Killer came to castle.

He hope by causing
Mr. Manderley's death...

to gain control of vast estates
through innocent stepsister...

but on arrival find his plan
blocked by lawyer's plot.

Therefore he determined
to kill lawyer first with arrow.

But who fired the arrow?

Arrow of death could not
have been fired from crossbow...

because shaft of arrow was broken.

Mr. Hartford not shot-
he was stabbed.

Private detective agree?

[Paul]
Whom do you accuse?

Position of arrow in body
indicate murderer to be left-handed.

Mr. Chan, I'm the only
left-handed person here.

- Why, Lucy-
- Contradiction, please.

- King!
- Stand back!

Thank you very much, Mr. King,
for instinctive admission of guilt.

Three other persons
in castle also left-handed.

And what do you propose
to do now, Mr. Chan?

Your assistance at this time,
Mr. Fletcher...

may win forgiveness of the law.

Thank you so much.

Please decorate gentleman
with legal jewelry.

And now will make humble effort
to solve one more mystery.

Excuse.

Hidden distributor will release guests
now marooned at castle.

Please return same to automobile.

Right away, Charlie.

[Armor Clattering]

Down. Steady.

No bones broken.

There you are.

The stars are your friends.

Only time can depend upon
rear guard is when same is fast asleep.

- Remove hardware.
- I can't, Pop. It's all dented.

- I can't even move my head.
- Mmm. One moment. Excuse, please.

[Metal Cranking]

Much better?

Man who sit on tack better off.

Offspring sound like chip off old chopstick.
[Chuckles]

As I said before, the man who kills Mr. King
will not be punished.

Ah. Executioner merely
servant of law.

Perfect record for stargazer.

Mr. Detheridge,
automobile being repaired?

- Yes. It'll be ready in 20 minutes, Charlie.
- Thank you so much.

- Madame, now you will be able to ride-
- [Coughs]

- Oh! Oh! Number two son hot again! Water!
- [Coughing, Choking]

Water. Water.

[Coughing]