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Miss Wakefield?

I recognize you from the photograph, although it doesn't do you justice.

That's the trouble about blind dates, isn't it?

You never know if you're going to recognize each other.

Well, now that you've seen me, what do you think?

Good morning, Mrs. Peel. - Good morning.

Help yourself to coffee.

Always the perfect host.

Nine, ten... eleven!

Planning?

Plotting.

For your accountant? A museum of modern art?

Or could it be...

your popularity poll.

Looking into a rather curious situation.

Eleven murders in six months.

No clues, no found motives, no suspects.

Or rather the people who did have a motive happen to be conveniently elsewhere at the time.

Coincidence? - This says no.

Everything points to eleven organized murders.

The chances of coincidence are in the region of... - twenty-seven million to one.

That's a generality, you can have an exact figure if you'd like.

No, to the nearest million will do.

Unfortunately, mathematics won't tell you who did the murders.

No, I'm hoping these might.

By some strange quirk of fate all the victims had their photographs taken recently.

All at the same studio.

Number eleven, Johnathon Stone.

Don't you think it'd be a good idea if we paid our condolences to his widow?

We? I don't know her.

Somebody ought to go there don't you think?

But, of course, you can't.

As it happens, have to dash, I'm having my photograph taken.

Mrs. Peel?

I'm terribly sorry to bother you at a time like this, but I'm with the Industrial Times magazine.

Oh, yes, do sit down. - Thank you.

Since your husband was so prominent in the business world, I'm writing a biography.

What do you want to know?

Oh, this is my brother in law, Robert Stone.

Well, I need some background details.

That's simple enough.

And I'd like a recent photograph.

Oh, well, I really don't think...

No problem, I saw some in his desk only last week.

I'm sure you're wrong, Robert.

Well, give me the keys and I'll take a look.

No, no, it's quite all right, I'll go.

Tragic business.

Yes.

Strange that he should be killed without reason.

I mean, his business interests were quite ordinary, weren't they?

I'm sorry, you must have been mistaken, Robert, I can't find any photographs.

Hold it, hold it, and a smile, ha ha... one, two...

oh... give it a bit of life, baby, huh?

There we are, and the tie and the neck, now smile, smile...

And the leg, that's lovely, that's great, that's lovely, lovely, now hold it, hold it...

Come on baby, animate, come on, baby, animate, animate, animonomous, fabulous!

there you go, now come on, baby, tilt the head a tiny little bit, now the arm, just raise the arm, a tiny bit...

That's fine, now smile, that's lovely, here we go...

No, no, think of an electric potion, huh?

Oh, no, not again, baby, what are you doing to yourself, huh?

Ah, well, I told you money couldn't buy everything, didn't I?

Come on, it's still not quite right, huh? it's too, ah, dimly mundane, huh?

Too mundane by half, huh?

It needs something else, it needs... a bit of charm, a bit of elegance, a bit of...

savoir faire, as it were, ha ha ha, I don't know, let's try it from there again...

Here we go...

And another one, there we go...

Hey, hey, that's great, that's fabulous!

Now hold that, here we go, that's a knockout, one, two, fabulous!

Hey, I'm much obliged.

This is very confusing.

Oh, it's an advert for one of the magazines, the watch.

The watch? - Yeah, the watch.

Hey, where's the watch?

Ah, we still advertise the watch. Ah, quarter to one!

What can I do for you, by the way?

Just keep on clicking.

I was recommended to you by a friend. You took his portrait a few weeks ago.

Oh, no chance, I'm too busy. Here, hold that, darling.

I'm up to my eyes in it. Commercial work. No time for portraits.

I'm certain your name was on the print.

Just head and shoulders, that was all.

Not a chance. I don't do it. Thank you very much.

Say, wait a minute, Togetherness client?

Sorry?

This friend of yours, excuse me, was he a Togetherness client?

Togetherness? I don't know what you mean.

Oh, very, very exclusive, and the very, very best people.

But a marriage bureau, just the same.

I think she was lying. But why? What about the brother?

Educated, sophisticated, charming, rather good looking.

Where's the catch?

He was edgy, tense. - Something to hide?

If so, he kept it hidden.

Have a good time at the photographer's?

Went like a flash, ah, Togetherness, my dear you must be famished.

There's a charming little restaurant where they do the most beautiful escargot a la creme.

Ooo, that's berge.

Parmesan, touch of garlic, and the crepes are superb.

I can see I'm in for a feast.

Delightful place, just a stone's throw from the library.

Hmm, the library.

After lunch you just browse through the police records of those murders.

Arm yourself with a multitude of facts.

And in particular? - Were the victims married.

What's marriage got to do with it?

A marvellous institution, my dear, I'm seriously contemplating it.

I offered myself on the market today, every bit considered.

Of course, I'm very choosey.

Mr. Steed?

Yes.

What a charming atmosphere you have here.

Do you mind? - Not at all!

Thank you.

Ooo, will you have a loveseat?

I'd be delighted.

Mmm, Mr. Lovejoy will see you in a moment,

He's just congratulating one of our happy couples.

How very encouraging.

Perhaps you'd like a glass of Champers, or...

a piece of wedding cake?

No thank you, I've just had breakfast.

... you'll treasure all your lives.

And I hope you both have all the happiness in the world.

Good luck.

Mr. Steed?

Well, keep the old bells ringing then, eh?

Yes, another couple on the road to happiness.

Do come in.

Now, since you called, we've drawn up a basic file,

what we require now are the more personal details,

So that we can assess your emotional and physical compatibility rating.

It all sounds very scientific.

Extremely. We take the uncertainties out of marriage, Mr. Steed,

If you are an early riser, then your wife will be laughing and gay at 7AM.

If you are the outdoor type, then she will be, also.

Compatibility is the key, Mr. Steed.

But first, your background.

Oh.

You understand we do have to be rather, how shall I put it... careful.

Oh, quite.

Our clients come from all the best families, you know.

Now, how about military service? You were commissioned of course.

My friends still call me Major.

Regiment?

Guards, of course.

Of course. Which guards?

The guards.

Ah, splendid. Public school?

Expelled, from three. - Oh.

Too many extracurricular activities, left no time for study.

Excellent.

And after leaving the guards, Mr. Steed, what position did you take?

Position? - Your work.

Work?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry. We do have the occasional client, you know, who...

Tried working once, it didn't work out. Too much like work.

I foodled around at the foreign office for a while, found it all quite baffling.

I must say, Mr. Steed, you seem imminently suitable.

Now, have you any particular preference with regard to your marital partner?

Well, broadly speaking, female.

Yes, I was thinking more in terms of special qualities you might require.

Oh, I don't think so, so long as she's got a good seat, on a horse,

plays a fair game of bridge, mixes a dry martini, whips up a passable souffle.

You might say a good all rounder.

Adrian, here's the file on Henshaw, it's urgent.

Ah, yes, you haven't met Mr. Steed, have you? This is our counsellor of true love, Mr. Dinsford.

How do you do? - How do you do?

I'd like you to look at this right away, it's getting a bit tricky.

All right, just as soon as I'm finished with Mr. Steed.

Yes, well, you'll let me know, won't you? I don't like the way it's going.

All right, Walter!

Nice to have met you, Steed.

Now look, Dinsford, there's no point in my staying here, I've told you, I'm not going through with it.

There's nothing more to say. - Henshaw, in my office!

Hmm... a marvellous fellow, Dinsford, an expert in psychology and emotional response, you know.

He'll be computing your compatibility rating.

Computing? I hope he presses the right button.

Still, the course of true love doesn't always run smooth, even here, huh?

Oh that, oh, I shouldn't bother about that, another matter altogether.

Now, I'll just arrange an appointment for you. Tomorrow suit you?

Eminently.

Frankly, Mr. Steed, I see no difficulty in placing you, no difficulty at all.

Sorry to intrude.

Mrs. Peel? Don't talk, listen.

Go at once to 14 Spurley Court.

It's just around the corner from you.

A man called Henshaw.

I can't explain now.

Look, I'll just...

Got unexpected visitors, bye.

I tell you we can't afford to push Henshaw any more.

He could smash the whole operation.

Something's got to be done, and fast.

The trouble with you, Walter, is that you worry too much.

So, what are you doing?

The only thing that will shut you up.

Getting a ruling on it from the managing director.

Oh, it's Lovejoy here.

Yes, I know, but this is an emergency.

It's about the trouble we're having with Henshaw.

Well, Walter thinks he might crack.

What? Oh, that's fine. I see. Thank-you.

Well? - As I said, Walter, you worry too much.

Henshaw has already been taken care off.

Mr. Henshaw?

You knew, you knew it was going to happen and you didn't stop it!

Of course I didn't, well not soon enough, and when I did I sent you around.

Too late!

Just too late. After I phoned you I tried Henshaw to warn him but he didn't answer.

I didn't do much better.

I let the murderer walk right past me.

Did you recognize him?

Her. Young. Very pretty.

I wonder if she's looking for a husband.

The marriage bureau's involved in this, it's involved right up to its bridal bouquet.

Your report on those other cases.

All the victims were bachelors.

All except Johnathon Stone.

Yeah, that's a bit of a poser.

All the same, we should find out tomorrow, they should have found me a suitable partner by then.

The marriage bureau.

They're very scientific. They analyze your personality, then find you a compatible companion.

That must have set them a problem.

Eh? - Finding a match for you.

Oh, I don't know. Educated, charming, cultured...

Ruthless, devious, scheming. Have to be quite a girl.

A mixture of Lucrezia Borgia, and Joan of Arc.

Sounds like every girl I ever knew.

By the way, my dear,

Isn't it high time you thought of marrying again?

You can send Mr. Steed in now.

Ah, Mr, Steed. - Good morning.

Do sit down. We're very satisfied with your rating.

Oh!

Mr. Dinsford computed all the probabilities himself, and feels there will be no trouble.

In fact he considers you to be one of our more eligible...

... clients. - Splendid!

Now, if you're free for the rest of the day...

My time is yours.

Good, good, we've arranged a rendezvous for noon, and the client is quite impressed and is ideally suited.

You don't waste any time.

I'll be quite frank with you, Mr. Steed.

Some of our clients would make even Cupid lose hope.

But with someone like yourself, well, our whole range is at your disposal.

Fascinating.

Do you have a catalogue?

No. We think you'll find Miss Wakefield most compatible.

How do I recognize her?

You'll both be wearing red carnations. That way, you'll recognize each other.

Thank you.

Normally we prefer to provide photographs, but there really hasn't been time.

But don't worry, it'll be alright.

We would like, however, to have your photograph taken, just for our files.

Can I arrange a sitting?

There's no need, I have quite a few. floriata turner, brigade of guards, playing polo, in the nude...

Polo in the nude, I didn't really think...

Oh, no, no, I was eighteen months at the time, on a bearskin.

I can send you a selection, through the post, head and shoulders be alright?

I should think so.

Well, mustn't be late for my first date, eh? Will you give the details?

All in this envelope, Mr. Steed.

Thank you.

Thank you again, and good day.

Good day to you, and good luck.

And what can Togetherness do for you, Miss...?

Mrs., Mrs. Emma Peel. I'm looking for a husband.

Well, you've come to the right place.

Indeed you have.

Would you kindly step into my office?

Mr. Lovejoy!

Not now, not now, I'm busy.

It's the managing director! Urgent!

Oh, well, there's really nothing we can do without photographs, full length, full face, head and shoulders.

We recommend a photographer at this address.

I really only came...

He'll fix you up. Just tell him it's for us.

Mr. Lovejoy...

Good day, good day, it's been nice meeting you.

Oh, and don't forget to hurry back with those photographs.

Put it through to my office.

Hello... yes, Lovejoy speaking.

Yes, we have had a new client. A real prospect. Our type, you might say.

Yes, a meeting's been arranged.

Why, Barbara, of course.

Miss Wakefield?

Yes.

Carnations come in pretty handy, for blind dates.

Well, now that you've met me, what do you think?

First impression is pretty good.

Thank you.

Canadian, eh? What part?

Well, you're fast, aren't you? Toronto.

Well, how about a bit of old England?

I'd love it.

Lunch by the river, feed the swans, watch the jolly punters, followed by a brisk trot across the meadows.

Hmm? - On horseback, of course.

In these?

Never mind, my riding club will fix you up. - Lovely!

There we are, Mrs. Peel. Oh, my pictures, thank-you.

Not pictures, Mrs. Peel, I don't take pictures.

I capture the very essence of your personality.

The essential you.

Will a cheque be alright?

Well, if Togetherness get many more clients like you, might give it a whirl myself.

Mr. Beale.

Oh, excuse me.

My brother, Johnathon Stone, have you checked?

No question about it. Not from here.

Thank you.

Tally-ho!

And away she goes.

Well, how do I look?

Stunning.

I must warn you, flattery will get you anywhere at all.

But there's only one thing missing.

Fours? - Yes...

Um... you come here often?

When I'm in the area. Got a couple of ... Got a couple of polo ponies here I'm very attached to.

Do you own them?

Eh? - The ponies.

Oh, no, only half of them I'm afraid. Can't afford to do otherwise.

Of course, if circumstances being somewhat different...

What do you mean?

Black sheep of the family. Me.

My cousin, he's the... oh, oh, hold on a sec... he's the favoured one.

He gets the real money. I just get the income from a modest trust.

How's that?

Fine.

Good.

I suppose if this cousin of yours were dead, you'd inherit, huh?

That's it.

You must resent him very much.

Resent him? I loath him.

Try this for size.

Togetherness will solve all your problems, Mrs. Peel.

I only have one, Mr. Lovejoy, finding a suitable partner.

We'll do our best, now what are your requirements, age group, physical aspect, just let me know what you want.

Well, he would have to be mature.

A man of culture, and intelligence.

Mature, cultured, intelligent...

... with stamina.

Quite so, yes.

Of course our Togetherness counsellor will take care of the fine details.

It's necessary, you know. Many of our clients are very pernickety.

Some even stipulate a title.

I'm far more interested in the man, really.

Admirable sentiment, Mrs. Peel, admirable.

Now, financial status, you would wish your opposite half to be reasonably wealthy?

Oh, a rhetorical question, really.

At an exclusive concern such as this we do not accept, you understand, the lower orders.

Naturally.

I can see we understand each other perfectly, Mrs. Peel.

Now, if I might recapitulate: mature, cultured, intelligent, with stamina...

... of independent means. Will that be all?

I think that will be entirely satisfactory, Mr. Lovejoy.

The photographer asked me to give you these.

Ah yes, yes, oh excellent, excellent.

I can see we shall have no difficulty in placing you at all, Mrs. Peel.

Yes, well, we'll be getting in touch with you.

Mrs. Peel, charming woman.

What's she doing here?

The woman that just left.

Mrs. Peel, a new client, why?

Why? She's the woman who saw me leaving Henshaw's apartment.

How did your Togetherness get together go?

Your blind date, what was she like?

Extremely charming, and very attractive.

I suppose you realize she may be deadly serious about all this.

With the accent on the deadly.

She was very careful, but she was obviously planted to find out my more personal financial problems.

Well, that doesn't necessarily follow.

I mean, if she is genuine, she would naturally want to know all those sort of details.

She showed an inordinate interest in my cousin.

Cousin?

The rich one, the one who stands between me and the family fortune.

The one I invented as bait.

And she bit.

Hook, line, and sinker.

She took to me, too.

How did you get on with old blink eye Lovejoy?

I must say, Mrs. Peel, we should have no difficulty in placing you at all.

Very good for the ego, isn't it?

Makes one feel that the whole platoon's at the other half counting to get up one.

Might be true, too.

I also went to the photographer's.

Fred Beale? How'd you get on there?

Robert Stone was there.

Robert Stone. What did he want?

He was talking to Beale. - What about?

I couldn't hear, I was too far away.

Pity, great pity.

Now, wedding cake decorations.

A great big silver horseshoe, miniature bride and groom.

I've been invited to old Lovejoy's for a wedding cake tasting.

I must say, Mr. Steed, Miss Wakefield seems very taken with you.

Ah yes, a conquest in fact.

I must say I found her very tasty, I mean compatible, too.

You have Dinsford to thank for that; his selection system never fails.

Bland, but not unpleasant.

Yes, a complete conquest.

Fine, can we make all the necessary arrangements?

I'm afraid it isn't going to be quite as easy as that, Mr. Steed.

What do you think?

It's a question of finance, Mr. Steed.

Finance?

Too many currants.

Eh?

One or two too many.

I thought you'd agree.

You see, from what I've heard of your financial status, Mr. Steed...

... we, that is, Dinsford and I, are not sure that you will be able to afford to keep Miss Wakefield...

... in the manner to which she has been accustomed.

No?

No.

Naturally we wish only to make you happy.

But, of course, we do have an obligation to Miss Wakefield, too.

Naturally. - Naturally.

Far too vulgar, Dinsford. Flair, but with subtlety, those should be our requirements.

Yes, Adrian.

It really is a pity about your cousin.

A great pity. Inherited the bulk of the family fortune.

Came to quite a few million.

Superb. One can really savour the brandy coming through.

Mr. Steed.

Delicious.

Perhaps you prefer your liquor more ah... liquid, eh Steed?

This cousin of yours, Mr. Steed, he's in excellent health?

There's no chance that he might, um...

Oh, no chance at all, no, he's a jolly, sporting type, plays a lot of games.

Games... dangerous games?

An accident, perhaps?

Oh, too careful.

Keep fit and careful, dear me.

Oh, Dinsford, not half positive enough, there's no marriage between the two.

No, really.

Oh, nonsense, your opinion will be appreciated.

If he were to die, tomorrow, would you shed a tear?

This cousin of yours, Mr. Steed...

... stands between you and a fortune.

A fortune which you regard as rightfully yours.

If he were dead...

Ha ha, don't think I haven't thought of that.

Convenient accident, piece of cake. A cake of soap on the top of the stairs.

I must say I've toyed with the idea many times.

Only toyed?

Always stopped short.

Better than being stopped short at the end of a rope.

I've always preferred soft collars.

Besides, the idea of getting up at 8:00 in the morning.

Ah, but that presupposes that you would be found out.

Well, of course I would, with my motive.

That's the whole point.

There are hundreds of people like you, wanting to get rid of someone...

... but not daring to, because they would be the first to be suspected.

But suppose you eliminated someone elses victim...

and they, in return, as a favour, eliminated yours.

You could have a watertight alibi.

Swap murders.

Very ingenious.

But it wouldn't work.

You think not?

It would require planning, a vast organization.

Suppose, just suppose...

... such an organization already existed.

Would you avail yourself of its services?

Of course I would, bloody sure.

But how could it?

Completely anonymous, free from detection.

It would require very careful planning,

have a cover where people, where strangers could come and go and uh...

... meet at will.

A marriage bureau, in fact.

Steed?

Oh!

Whoops... glad you could make it.

You still haven't told me, why the sudden celebration, the champagne?

It's a sort of farewell gesture.

Leaving?

No, more of an assignment.

Assignment, or assignation?

Like it? A gift from my new employers.

For services about to be rendered.

Lovejoy and Dinsford.

The very same. They even provided me with the means.

Good. Then we've got them.

Nah, I've got to find out who's behind Togetherness.

And I can't do that until I've done the assignment.

What are you supposed to do?

I've got to murder somebody.

Someone in particular, or can you choose at random?

No, the choice has already been made.

They even provide a photograph of the victim.

I must say it's rather flattering.

Steed, who are you supposed to kill?

You, my dear.

Very fortunate, finding this Steed fellow; seems to be very efficient.

Seems?

Now what, Walter?

Well, I don't believe in anticipating the results.

not before we know the results of the results, if you get what I mean.

I suppose I could work it out.

I still think that we have a winner in Steed.

We might use him again.

Don't forget Henshaw. We pushed him too far.

Which is why I suggest you leave Steed to me.

A different type altogether.

Ah, Mr, Steed.

My dear fellow, we were just talking about you.

You want something?

I thought I'd better give you back this.

You mean... already?

I don't believe in wasting any time.

No problems?

None at all.

Commendable expediency, my dear Mr. Steed!

As I told you, Walter, highly efficient.

Pure admirable, absolutely first class.

Well, thank you, gentlemen.

But I'd prefer your compliments in a more tangible form.

Your part of the bargain.

Of course, of course.

I thought I'd pop the question to Barbara,

a little honeymooning on the Riviera,

my dear cousin...

... becomes your dear departed cousin.

Exactly.

Exactly.

Exactly.

And speaking of exactitudes,

you do understand it is imperative that I see for myself that you have...

... completed your task. - A mere formality.

Shall we?

She looks peaceful.

Yes.

Let's hope that her past sins, there were many from what I gather,

will be overlooked and that she will...

We must hope so.

Sincerely.

Most sincerely.

I take it there was no...

She didn't feel a thing.

My trust in you has not been misplaced, Mr. Steed.

I hope not.

On the contrary.

In fact I won't hesitate to put it to the test again.

Again?

I'll be quite frank with you, Mr. Steed,

A man of your calibre is worth ten of those we usually work with.

We could use you again many times, and it would be profitable work.

Besides, I think I know my man.

I sense a certain... restlessness.

Life needs a dash of flavour for you.

A little danger, eh?

I must say I'm tempted.

Capital. Then perhaps...

But I should like to see your managing director.

You do have a managing director, don't you?

Naturally.

Time I started working from the top then.

We'll see, Mr. Steed, we'll see.

Can I offer you a lift anywhere?

No thank you, I think I'll stay a while.

Pay my last respects, eh?

You've got a spider on your nose.

Have you no respect?

You were certainly resting very peacefully, I thought you were asleep.

Now, are you comfortable?

Not very.

How much longer am I supposed to lie in state?

I should take it easy until this evening.

I'll come and get you out then.

All day.

It'll be a nice rest for you.

Besides, it will give me time to find out who Mr. X is.

Robert Stone?

Perhaps.

But we mustn't let them see you until we're absolutely certain.

Now, anything I can get you, magazines, newspapers...?

... a harp?

A lift home.

In loving memory, of a faithful friend.

Hold on, ahh...

Oh, I call that very thoughtful.

Don't get tipsy. We can't have you hiccoughing in the coffin.

Cheers.

Well, we can eliminate Mrs. Peel from our files.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. Just seen for myself.

A touching sight. Most affecting.

Well, I was right about Steed. Excellent chap.

I hope so.

What is the matter, Walter?

It's this photo Adrian, it was lying on your desk and Beale here came across it.

Well, what of it?

It's the same man. - What man?

Steed. John Steed.

Well, of course it is.

Well he was around my studio the other day, asked me to take a picture of him.

Said he'd been recommended by one of your clients.

7, 8, 9, 10, 11, Henshaw...

Mrs. Peel.

Spy duty.

Major blink eye Dinsford.

Colonel hood eye Lovejoy.

And back at headquarters in full command, the general.

General who?

Good afternoon, Steed.

Good afternoon. Please come in.

I won't if you don't mind.

As a matter of fact I'm in rather a hurry.

Oh?

Yes, a slight change of plan. It concerns Mrs. Peel.

Mrs. Peel? I don't know what you're talking about.

She's dead. I killed her, remember?

In that case perhaps you won't mind helping us...

... to bury her.

Well, that's over and done with, eh Steed?

All doubts dispelled.

Doubts? You knew she was dead, surely. I don't understand.

A sudden change of plan. We had to make sure, you know.

Now you are sure.

Oh, completely. Eh, Walter?

Yes.

So when do I meet your managing director?

Right now, Mr. Steed.

You!

I saw you buried!

Correction, Mr. Stone. You saw my coffin buried, not me.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Disappoint?

A nice organization you have here.

I have?

Oh, now wait a minute, you've got your wires crossed.

I saw you at the photographer's.

So you... you imagine it...

Now look, I went to that photographer for one reason only,

The same reason that I broke in here tonight, to find out who killed my brother.

Now look, you've got to believe me.

I've snooped and I've pried and I've discovered that Johnathon was supposed to meet someone from here...

... the day he was murdered.

I thought if I could break in here, they must keep records of meetings between clients.

You try the desk.

I still don't understand. The coffin.

Steed thinks ahead, I'll give him that.

Lead floor to the coffin to give it weight,

hinged sides for an emergency exit, if I needed it, and I needed it.

Ah, here.

Johnathon Stone. - Barbara Wakefield.

That's right.

Back up.

This means we'll have to have your funeral all over again.

Still I'm sure a double funeral will be much cheaper.

Barbara?

In here.

Jessica!

What the devil? - I found them snooping around.

Steed. We were right about Steed. - Fools, both of you.

He went back to his flat. - We can catch him there if we hurry.

Later!

We'll attend to Steed later.

First thing is to take care of these two.

Dinsford, back the car up to the front entrance.

They'll have to be found pretty far from here.

Why, Jessica, why?

Kill Johnathon? Kill my own husband?

He wasn't content.

We had a good organization here.

Infallible, but he wasn't content.

No, he had to get involved. One girl after another.

And so I used the organization, our organization, against him.

The only married man.

Oh, you noticed that. How very clever. Very astute.

But it won't do you much good now.

Dinsfor should be ready by now.

Don't just sit there, Dinsford.

Dinsford? Walter!

Mrs. Stone!

I do like a happy ending. Delicious.

Whoops!

Congratulations.

Best man.

Don't you think so?

I agree with every word you've said.

I'm glad to hear it, Mrs. Peel

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