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You don't have any belt except your father's, Millet.

Keep on poking out that left hand.

And don't just dance about like a corner skull.

This is a boxing ring, not a palli -de -dance.

Dance around yourself, Bertie, but collect some of them glasses.

OK, Emily.

Give them a good workout, Skiff.

Good evening, sir.

Everything all right?

Fine, thanks.

Good beer.

Is that a treat, eh?

Another one?

No, thanks.

Go on, eat him.

Don't stroke him.

Good evening.

Oh, good evening.

Say he's drunk.

What about his case?

Just off a ship.

Thank you.

Thanks for watching!

Thanks for watching!

Thank you.

Here we are, number five.

Panic!

Oh, good evening.

I'm so sorry to trouble you, but you happen to have seen Mr.

Draycott lately.

Mr.

Draycott?

Yes, flat five.

I thought perhaps living next door you might have seen him.

No, I'm afraid I haven't.

You see, he hasn't been to his office.

I'm his secretary.

I remember now, yes, I did see him on Monday.

He was just going out carrying a suitcase.

A suitcase?

Thank you.

It's so unlike him not to have let me know he was going away.

He's always been so kind and considerate.

It's the perfect night errand, Jimmy Draycott.

The operative word being errand.

There's nothing to laugh about, Ted.

I've not seen him or heard of him for four days.

I'm beginning to feel rather worried.

So am I today.

About you.

But why about me?

Well, I got you this job with Jimmy Draycott, didn't I?

Yes.

Well, my idea was that you would work for him, not fall for him.

I hadn't fallen for him.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

For two reasons.

First, because...

Well, you know how I feel about you, eh?

What's the other reason?

Monsieur, I was in.

Good evening, Bittery.

Who passed my day, Monsieur?

What to, Monsieur?

Just my daughter and myself.

This way, if you please.

Mortimer Harvey is reputed to be a very rich man,

and Phyllis is his only daughter.

She and Jimmy are pretty thick, you know.

You ought to be a gossip writer, not a crime reporter.

Have you asked Phyllis if she knows where Jimmy is?

Yes, I did, Richard.

I pretended that he'd asked me to let her know he'd been called away on

business.

Oh, I see.

She sounded surprised,

and asked me to tell him to contact her and meet in the eye -head.

Well, if you ask me, I think you're all making a mountain out of a mole.

He'll come and dance and forget your trouble.

Oh, sorry.

Who?

Hello, Ted.

How's crime?

Well, you ought to know.

Heh heh heh.

Who was that?

Oh, Raleigh Wallace.

No, on the west end is the honorable Richard Rollison,

and the east end is the top.

You mean the man I've read so much about in the papers?

The one who's got more criminals than all the police put together.

Well, that's not quite how Scotland Yard would describe him.

Who's your friend?

Ted Harrison, a Canadian.

He's a crime reporter.

I met him during the war.

She's pretty, that girl with him.

I hadn't noticed.

You're a very satisfactory liar, darling.

You seem pretty busy tonight.

Well, business is wonderful.

Everybody comes to see Frederica.

And tonight there is Mr.

Rollison.

Rollison?

Not the man the papers call the town.

That is right, Mademoiselle.

Oh, which is he?

Oh, they're dancing with the lady and fair Monroe.

I'm not sure that I enjoy dancing with you, Holly.

Never used to complain, might we?

I feel that everyone's staring at us.

Is that a handsome couple?

Or have I come and zipped?

He's flat and Gratium Terrace is almost as famous as Sherlock Holmes' rooms in

Baker Street.

Gratium Terrace?

That's right.

Number ten, just off Park Lane.

I really ought to come in for a drink.

It's much too late.

Nonsense.

Jamie's away, isn't he?

All the more reason.

If I weren't married...

Oh dear, if you weren't married, I wouldn't be taking you out.

Good evening, Jolly.

Good evening, Melita.

Hi, Jolly.

Sir.

If I might, sir, speak to you a moment, sir.

It's private.

Maybe to sit, Jolly.

Well, Melita...

Nonsense.

I never see Chris from Anthea.

He's not many.

Perhaps this is one of them, sir.

Please, if you wouldn't mind, sir.

Jolly, cut out all this mistress stuff.

Why can't we go in the other room?

Well, uh...

There's a lady waiting in there, sir.

Ah, ah, court red -handed.

Who is it?

Miss Gretton, sir.

Never heard of her.

She didn't expect you would have, sir.

What do you want?

I gather she wishes to consult you professionally, sir.

Jolly, you know perfectly well I'm an amateur.

What on earth do you let her in for?

She seemed so...

You're somewhat distressed, sir.

See, it's Johnny with the sentimentalist, not me.

There's a double act you two are perfect.

I don't know which view is the bigger liar.

See, what you've done, you've got a spurt in the dog house.

If I might suggest, sir.

While you have a word with Miss Gretton, I make her ladyship some coffees.

If you think coffee can cure a soul twisted by jealousy.

The coffee I make, milady, can cure most ills.

I stick to the old recipe.

Coffee should be strong as death, sweet as love, and as hot as 80s.

That should cure anything.

Don't you care about it?

That's my blackness ills, Miss Gretton.

Oh, Mr.

Ollison.

You were at the cigar tonight, weren't you?

Yes.

With Ted Harrison.

That's right.

Did he send you to me?

Oh, no, he'd be furious if he knew I was here.

Yes, Ted, like the police, isn't one of my fans.

I don't know what you must think of me for bothering you at this time of night

production.

It's much too late to be formal.

I suggest you come and sit down.

Tell me all about it.

Yeah?

Delicious.

Thank you, my lady.

As you said, strong as death, hot as Hades, and sweet as love.

Mr.

Rolison is apt to quarrel with that, my lady.

He says life is stronger than death.

Love is only sweet until the man has lost his milk teeth.

And how on earth do I know that Hades is hot?

He's a terrible cynic.

Not really, my lady.

It's only his way.

You're devoted to him, aren't you?

Yes, my lady.

I weren't mad at it.

I should be myself.

Now, let's see if I've got this straight.

Ted Harrison got to a job as secretary to Jimmy Drake who runs an agency

business.

Yes.

And until recently was London agent of the Mid -Provident Building Society,

a Manchester firm of which the millionaire Mortimer Harvey is chairman.

He used to be chairman.

He retired six months ago.

And because of that, Jimmy Drake had lost the agency.

Yes.

At the same time he's been going around to fill his Harvey.

Yes.

Which is upset you because you're in love with Drake at yourself.

I never said anything of the kind.

All the same, it's true, isn't it?

No.

I see.

Just a business relationship.

And your anxiety is the natural anxiety of a secretary for her employer.

Mr.

Rollison, I feel quite certain something's wrong.

Mr.

Drake has been anxiously awaiting a call from the Mid -Provident to fix up a

meeting.

An important meeting?

Fight on.

If he can't get back their agency, he'll lose half his income.

If only I could get into his flat and drink mansions, I might...

Good idea.

Only I haven't got the keys.

Well, that's all right.

We'll pop around.

Jolly...

You mean straight away?

Why not?

We'll take Auntie a chapera.

Yes, sir.

There you are, Jolly.

Get in my special outfit, will you?

Skeleton keys.

Certainly, sir.

Hello, darling.

Feeling tired?

No.

How about a spot of burgling, eh?

What?

Mrs.

Faye Gretton, Lady Auntie, I'm unreal.

How do you do?

Faye wants to have a look in her employer's flat.

He's been missing for a few days, so I said I'd help.

Is that all right?

I think the evening dress size should be sufficient, sir.

Yes, I think so, Jolly.

Thank you.

Uh, gloves, uh -huh, uh, tots, and add scraps.

All right, girls, let's get weaving, shall we?

This is it.

Flat number five.

Right.

And, Tare?

Yeah.

Watch that, please.

Here.

Here, will you keep an eye on the stairs?

Right.

Sit.

Thank you.

Thanks for watching!

Thanks for watching!

Thank you.

And I go in now.

Better not say why not some bad news.

I mean he's in there.

Not.

You say I'm afraid he's dead.

And they get out of here I'll take it back with me unless you use my car what

about you might about me I'll join you later.

But for the police.

Thank you.

Excuse me, are you on the telephone?

Yes.

May I use it, please?

It's urgent.

Well, I...

I have to phone the police.

Police?

You are, I see.

Thank you.

It's the door on the right.

I see.

The telephone's over there.

Thank you so much.

I'm just going to put a dressing on it.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

And Scotland Yard, isn't Inspector Grice still there, by any chance?

Rollison, Richard Rollison.

He is good.

Will you put me through to him, please?

Thank you.

Thanks for watching!

I'm in Drinks Mansions, Chelsea.

You and your boys come along at once.

There's a dead man near Fat Number Five.

What?

Drake has the name.

Oh, blast you, Raleigh.

I was just going home.

What are one you are for smelling out trouble, even at one in the morning?

What?

Oh, yes.

Of course I'll come along.

But what are you doing at drink mansions, anyhow?

Oh, I'll tell you when I see you.

I'm very much obliged.

Nasty business, isn't it?

You mean Mr.

Draycott's dead?

I'm afraid so.

Did you know him well?

I've never said more than good morning to him in my life.

Oh.

It's very unpleasant for you, you know, being questioned by the police.

Why should they question me?

Just routine.

Just in case you happen to have any mutual friends or acquaintances.

My everything's wet.

What the devil?

There's been an accident.

In number five.

An accident?

Mr.

Draycott's dead.

So this gentleman says he came in to ring the police.

That's right.

I've heard it's caught on charge, but it's not an accident.

It's a murder.

Well, it might even do with us.

For your sakes, I hope not.

Doctor, the police will soon clear everything up.

Good night.

Oh, and thanks for the use of your phone.

And make sure you shut the door.

It's a pleasure.

Why did the devil just let him in?

Well, I thought if I said no, it might sound suspicious.

What's his name?

It sounded like Rollinson.

We've got to keep clear of strangers.

The boys are getting windy about that chap called the Toph.

They say he's more of a menace than the hell of Scott in the yard.

I don't blame them.

I'm getting windy myself.

Don't talk nonsense.

If we do as we're told, it'll be all right.

I'm going to get out now before the police get here.

Shall I come, too?

No, you stay here and carry on as usual.

Where are you going?

All get.

Mark lesson?

Yes.

Why should I be left here?

What happens when the police come?

Thank you.

No Did you drop this Yes sir, actually he's with me now.

Not yet sir, but after all we're none of us infallible.

Quite, but if it hadn't been for Mr.

Ollison we might still not have heard of this business.

If that's how you feel about it sir, he's given us invaluable aid in the past,

especially in the East End.

He's got more influence there than any man I know.

Very good sir.

Goodbye.

That was the chief constable Raleigh.

Sir, I gather.

I'm afraid Bird just takes a rather poor view of me.

He's got a thing about amateur detectives.

So he's ordering you to see that I keep my big face out of his business.

More or less,

especially as in this case you started off with one of your rare bloomers.

How sir?

As the body was found in Drake it's flat.

You've jumped to the conclusion that it must be Drakett's.

But it isn't.

Not Drakett?

Then who on earth is it?

I can't tell you that yet.

There's nothing on the body to give identification.

Have you told Miss Cratton?

Yes, naturally she's relieved.

Now she's all the more worried because Drakett's still missing.

What's your next move?

I put out a call to find Drakett.

Well, after all the dead man was found in his flat,

he's as likely as most people to know something about it.

What about those people in the flat across the landing?

You mean the lawns?

Why should they know anything about it?

Well, no definite reasons, but they might.

What a chap you are for red herrings, Raleigh.

It's best to stick to what you know when you're dealing with murder.

You're quite sure this is just murder with no wider ramifications?

Why should there be?

Again, I don't know.

But I've got a hunch.

This isn't as simple as it looks.

That's the difference between us professionals and new amateurs, Raleigh.

We can't afford hunches.

The mission transplant is piloting park.

Hiya.

Scripby, how are you?

Mr .iles.

Hello, no Emily.

Mr .iles, what a treat to see you.

I've got a jolly view, since Mr.

Edmunds' Mountbarnery.

How did it feel?

Any friend of Mr .iles got a friend of ours.

There you go, Johnny.

Told you so.

What's going on here?

Mr .iles.

Hello Barry.

Well, you had been arguing yourself all these much.

Pretty nice to see you.

You're looking fine.

Same as yourself.

Can't say as much for your pal here.

Wait a minute.

Jolly before, haven't you?

Never.

for the murder of him, all right?

Bunk it there, me old china.

Well, this calls for a drink on the house, of course.

What do you got for me?

Oh, might have been for me.

Thank you.

A lemon and gas, if I may.

No wonder you look like death on holiday.

What, you need strong ale to bilge up?

I have to be careful.

I suffer with dyspepsia.

Dinner's on the table in the back room, Bert.

Perhaps the gents would like to join you.

How about it, Mr.

Rong?

Yeah, it suits me.

As a matter of fact, I want to worry with you, Bert.

There's the ticket.

We'll stuff some prop and rabbit to old jolly bags.

Is that fruit sweet enough, Bert?

Just right, love.

Oh, slow, Mr.

jolly.

Aren't you enjoying it?

Immensely, thank you.

Oh, glad that.

Now, Mr.

R, what's your trouble?

You ever heard of Mark Kless, Bert?

Mark Kless?

What, lives at number 21 Gay Street?

Mm -hmm.

You mean?

Got two sons, Benny and Grab.

They was in here last night, draped all round my mantelpiece.

You don't have nothing to do with them, Mr.

R.

They're real bands.

A fellow I marked, of course, himself, Lorne.

Don't know him.

Oh, he's about 5 '10", dark.

A prognosis -looking man.

I've got him.

He was in here last night, too.

Was he?

Shout out over the window.

He's got a wife or girlfriend, causes of Myra.

I ain't seen her.

Couldn't miss her, she's a blonde and looks sort of scared.

I'll bet you scared a few blondes in your time, haven't you?

On the contrary, they scare me.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hasn't that?

Myra lives at six -string mansion's Chelsea,

but Lorne's making his headquarters with Mark Les.

I want to know where they go and who they meet.

Can you arrange for some of your boys to keep an eye on them for me?

Of course I can.

There's three lovely boys out there in the gym.

They'll only be too happy to oblige.

If you're well enough, we'll go and see them.

Fine, let's do that.

Aren't you going to stop and finish your dinner?

I've had all I require of that.

But you've left off your beer, too.

I have to think of my stomach.

Blimey, so do I.

Good old bird.

All right, Dolly.

You are hat and glove, sir.

Thank you very much.

Now keep your hat, great gift, keep your hat straight.

Keep that right up, kid.

Keep it out.

Right close, kid.

Right close, keep that.

All right, all right.

Break it up, break it up.

There we are, Mr.

Lorne.

Three beautiful boys.

And everyone is smashing.

What about that?

It is right now.

There it is.

But who on the left?

That's Ginger.

Dolly doesn't think much of him.

Ginger's all right.

He mightn't be an oil python, but he's...

Yes, it's not his face, but...

Oh, what is it then?

It's his right cross.

Really?

Right the weakest I ever saw.

And suppose you show me how right cross should be put over?

Certainly.

The winner!

Good old Dolly.

Hello, Ted.

You waiting for me?

Oh, hello, Ollie.

Well, yes, actually, I want.

Been here long?

Also, but I've filled in the time working.

That's good.

Come in for a drink.

Tea or whiskey and soda, sir.

Don't be silly, Dolly.

Oh, it's a matter of fact, I've come to apologize.

What for?

I'm getting you mixed up in this drake -hot business.

I was telling Fay about some of your exploits,

but I never had dreamt that she'd come and bother you about it.

Oh, that's all right.

No harm done.

Have a substance of cigarette.

Oh, thanks.

That's just there, yes.

No.

Here, Ollie, that looks good.

Is that a...

Oh, don't spoil it.

What?

Well, cheers.

Cheers.

Of course, you know Jimmy drake -hot, don't you?

Oh, yes, he's an old palomar.

I got Fay the job with him a couple of months ago.

I thought it would suit her right down to the ground.

It hasn't?

Well, it hasn't suited me.

He's partying about the power.

I see.

There's your party about her.

That's something with Tangle, isn't it?

Well, in any case, he won't look at her because he's...

tied up with Phyllis Harvey, who'll come into a cool minium.

Same, I don't understand this disappearing act.

I'm afraid I do.

It's a skirt.

What face is it?

Oh, now listen, Ollie.

Jimmy Draycott's a pal of mine.

I wouldn't want to say anything against him, but he's only got one hobby,

and that's women.

I see.

You think he's gone off on the tiles and doesn't want anyone to know, eh?

Well.

Hello, Rollison here.

Faye.

Uh -huh.

Here's what Inspector Grice told me.

Mm -hmm.

What?

That telegram from Draycott?

From Manchester.

I see.

And he wants you to bring his personal file out there to him.

Oh, where?

He's staying at the Park Hotel.

The only trouble is he keeps that file in the lock.

I haven't got the key.

Now, you'll get me into trouble.

Where are you speaking from, the office?

All right.

I'll come round right away.

What do you make of that?

Seems I must have been wrong.

I'll come round to the office with you.

All right.

Answer that, will you, Charlie?

I'm out.

Very good, sir.

It won't take long.

I've got the car outside.

Oh, fine.

Sir!

Call for Mr.

Harrison from the Daily Echo, sir.

Oh, blast.

I told them to put my calls through here, Ollie.

I hope you don't mind.

Yeah, of course not.

Oh, uh, Charlie.

Yes, sir.

I, uh, I have a short suspicion.

I may be going to Manchester tonight, Charlie.

So I gather, sir.

He holding again?

Certainly not.

I was listening on the extension.

Oh you were.

I can't go with you.

They just give me an urgent assignment.

Give Faye my love, will you?

Oh, I don't do that.

I suppose you couldn't go to Manchester with her just to be on the safe side.

More than probable, Ted.

Oh, thanks.

Come in.

It's a wonderful news, isn't it, Mr.

Wallace?

Certainly is, my dear.

Provided it's really true.

Oh, it is.

I've checked out.

Oh.

Well, I rang Manchester and inquired at the hotel.

Jimmy.

Mr.

Drakecott is staying there.

I see.

Did you, um, speak to him personally?

No, he was out.

Apart from anything else, I wanted to ask him about the file.

Hmm.

What puzzles me is why he didn't phone you.

Perhaps he was too busy.

Not too busy to send a wire.

What was in this file, by the way?

I don't know.

He keeps it entirely private.

But I do know it's something very, very important.

So important that he keeps it locked up in a drawer,

which even you haven't a key.

Yes, that's right.

Yes, it is.

Yeah.

Let's see.

I want to tell him to get a better locker than this one.

But it's gone.

Sure this is the right drawer?

Yes, the others are all open anyway.

Couldn't have taken it himself.

No, otherwise he wouldn't have wired for it.

I wonder if it was important to someone else.

Sure it isn't mixed up with the other filing?

No, it was in a green banded folder.

Got another one like it.

A folder, you mean?

Yes.

Yes, I think so.

Good.

Here you are.

Now, look, Faye, I want you to get some old invoices.

Anything will do.

Fill it up.

There's no idea this might come in very useful.

Surely there's not much point in taking this to Manchester, is there?

I think we ought to go.

File or no file.

Look, Faye, I didn't want her to do this, but...

...Grice has got a call out for Draco.

He told me so this morning.

Jimmy couldn't have known anything about the murder.

No, of course not.

Just the same, I think we ought to go and see him.

When's the train?

There's one at 3 .20, I think.

Good.

The trouble is, I have an important client if he's coming at 5.

No.

All right, it'll have to be the night train then.

Okay, meet you at Houston, shall we say 8 .30?

Right.

And don't forget that file.

Well, I thoroughly enjoyed that.

Yes, quite a respectable meal.

British Railways are looking up.

Yes, they do themselves well in this part of the world.

Don't stand there gossiping, George.

Go on and get some sleep.

All right, darling, I'm coming.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, talking shut -eye, there ought to be some sleepers on the train.

Oh, it wouldn't be worth it if it's due in just after 2.

Yes, that's true.

I guess we've got a whole compartment for ourselves.

You know, I think it's lucky Ted Harrison didn't come.

We'd have been somewhat cramped.

Very lucky.

You sound as if Ted didn't exactly mean all the world.

He certainly doesn't.

I'm fond of him.

I'm not as fond as he is of you, eh?

Mm -hmm.

Fay, may I ask you a rather personal question?

You can ask it.

I don't promise to answer.

Well, Drake had came along.

Were you ever in love with Ted?

Never.

And I never shall be.

And that's got nothing to do with Mr.

Drake, aren't you?

No.

Does it make sense?

Stuart very good being a Manchester.

Oh, perfect sense.

I'm sure he's trying to see the mid -provident people.

Try to get the agency back.

That's it.

Only Mr.

Harvey hadn't retired.

They used to get on so well together.

Well, he helped Drake out with his successor.

According to Mr.

Drake out, Mr.

Harvey has changed very much.

Changed?

What do you mean?

He was ill, and then he retired and went to the South of France to recoup.

When he came back, he wasn't nearly as friendly.

Well, can't daughter Phyllis help?

She seems to take a pretty good view of our Mr.

Blake.

I doubt if Phyllis Harvey could be bothered to help anybody but herself.

Come on, put your feet up.

I think that's how I will.

I am rather tired.

That's a girl.

Thanks for watching!

No, you don't, my friend.

This has been an accident.

What happened?

I said, why are you sorry?

I didn't understand.

Where's the court, sir?

Who pulled the court?

Where'd we stop?

Who pulled the court?

Who pulled the court?

Beautiful, the court, sir.

That's right.

What was your reason?

Here, what do you do with that gun?

Someone's got a gun, George.

The better people had them during the war, darling.

You've got to look after it.

I see.

And then he sort of slipped and disappeared.

Didn't stand much of a chance to lick we were going.

No.

George!

Someone's fallen out of the tank.

Well, don't worry, darling.

Well, I have to report to the police of Crewe, sir.

Now, I'll probably want to ask you a lot of questions.

Well, I wish they would answer one.

That little rat had on his conscience.

I made him take a chance on the football rather than the court.

I couldn't say, sir.

I expect we'll know more when they identify the body.

I suppose this hold -up will make us late into Manchester.

Let it will, Miss.

What, with all this delay?

We shan't get in until close on three.

Ooh.

I'm sorry, sir.

It's more than me.

Job's worth the week, customer Robert Three.

Three o 'clock in the morning.

Well, no one's asking you to.

All we want to know is the number of Mr.

Draco's room.

Aye.

And then you'll wake him up.

I can tell by looking at Aye.

He's put down.

Call at eight.

It's there on the sheet.

And call at eight he'll be.

Looks like we'd have to wait for you.

In the meantime, would you like something?

A cup of tea?

Oh, I'd love one.

You, um, think you could manage a pot?

Hmm?

Aye.

I might be able to mash your pot.

But you wait here.

All right, here we go.

Mm -hmm, break up 56.

All right, there.

Now, will you keep our port a friend amused?

I'm going up.

Break up.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, where's the gent going?

Well, uh...

Oh, oh, I, uh, I beg your pardon.

Thank you.

I thought you couldn't resist that telegram.

My dear Lord, I surely don't think I'd come unprepared,

or that I really thought that Jacob was here.

Take your hand out of your pocket!

You're telling me next, you know nothing of this mid -profit business.

All right.

Better.

I will talk.

First of all, who was that man you killed in Drake?

It's Flat.

I didn't tell him, though.

Let's say you were merely an excessant.

You know, the Kless brothers, of course.

What did I do?

Where is Jimmy Drake at?

I don't know.

Did he?

And here's one you do now.

Who's the boss behind the Mid -Provident racket?

I'm not talking.

You won't forget this, will you, Lord?

If I have to fire, it'll be in self -defense.

Now, who's the boss?

Right, baby.

Let the devil take it easy, Lord.

I'm not, Lord.

Lord, I haven't found a son.

That was long getting out of the window, you slithering idiots.

You carefully nabbed the wrong man.

Thank you.

Well, I didn't time you to change, did you?

Benley?

Jolly?

Jolly!

Oh.

For you.

Hmm?

Is this an attempt that's been made to deliver a telegram?

Oh, dear.

Apparently, Jolly hasn't got my wire.

Oh.

What on earth could have happened to him?

Jolly!

Hey!

Well, should we have a cup?

Oh, I'd love one.

Jolly must be in love.

Tell her what you pop a kettle on, and I'll fill this up, eh?

Thank you.

Well, what's this?

There's no this way.

Sir,

have received a mysterious telephone call which I traced down to public call

box in village of Hurley, and sorry.

Owing to impossibility of contacting you, sir, have gone down to investigate,

since it may affect Draycott Affair.

Yours faithfully, S.

Jolly.

P .S., I have hidden this in case of intruders.

What does he mean, may affect the Draycott Affair?

I don't know.

Any more questions?

Well, you do.

But when Jolly does a bit of private sleuthing, things usually start humming.

Do you think he may really find something?

He's got a nose like a prize retriever.

What's the next move, anyway?

Cup of tea.

And then?

Prepare to receive visitors.

Mr.

R., I came straight away to say how sorry I am.

Well, I haven't said to those boys that silly stupid ball I played...

There's a lady in the kitchen.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr.

R., but he got me that worked up.

Not content with slugging you, they let law get away.

The perishing fanny did no fair.

There you are.

You don't have my friend Bert ever, do you, Bert?

This isn't script.

I do, Miss.

How do you do?

was just telling me how sorry it was about that little misunderstanding in

Manchester.

That's right, misflaming limit, wasn't it?

I didn't half let him have it, I'll give you my words.

I'm through with you, great clumsy twerps, I said.

You're the spark of sense in your fanny, you're all I've had.

It's all right, Bert, there's no real hound, huh?

No, of course not.

Ain't there nothing I can do to make up to you, Mr.

R?

Well, as a matter of fact, there is, Bert, yes.

You can take a night off on the red line,

and you can come and take Jolly's place here.

Jolly?

What's happened to him?

Knocks himself out with one of his own left hooks.

No, he's off on a job.

He might phone, so I could do with someone reliable to take the call.

Okay.

And in the meantime?

Start by putting out my evening clothes, I'll go to a party tonight.

Evening, clobber, oh, I'm good at that.

I know you are.

Thank you.

Yes, everything's the same.

If you're going out, I'd better be getting along.

Yes, you have, because you're coming to the party, too.

Huh?

Mm -hmm.

Well, where are we going?

Well, I thought we might end up at the cigar.

I've got to hunt you when I bump into the harvies there.

How?

I know.

I'll get in touch with Anthony on her husband.

I think he's back today.

We can make it a force a little more natural.

I don't quite see how the halfies come into it.

Nor do I, yet.

But if we can discover that they and Lorne are in touch,

then we're rarely getting somewhere.

I see.

Mr.

Law, come here a minute, will you?

Yes, sir.

Anything wrong?

I'll pull out your suit and fish.

But look what somebody's done to your rat.

Well, never mind, I...

I can't find your brown boots either.

Oh, well, I expect Johnny's hidden them somewhere.

Never mind, here's the tea.

Come on, let's have a cup.

I'm always partial to a drop of chow.

Thank you, Miss.

No sugar, Bert.

No, thank you.

Milk for you.

Yes, please.

A real good dish of Rosie, that is.

The dish is right.

Thank you.

And now, for Encore, I give you a little French song by Paul Durand.

I think you'll recognize.

A Paris, it is called...Bolero

Bolero.

Um, far be it from me, Faye, to suggest that your nose is shining, but, um...

I thought women always did their makeup at the table nowadays.

Darling, don't be victorious.

All right.

My lawn is in there.

I couldn't quite catch what they were saying, but Myra is just leaving.

If you'll quit.

I shall be.

Jimmy, the party's all yours.

You're a lucky fella to have two lovely students there.

Just you to leave the Scotsman with the fellow.

Mr.

Rolison, you are leaving.

Something is not satisfactory.

The contrary for everything's very satisfactory.

No charge on that, will you?

I don't think I'm going to do that.

Hold on.

Thanks for watching!

Dr.

Philly said I was to tell you.

Today is Wednesday.

That means everything will be completed by Friday.

That's right.

I've made provisional bookies on a night plane.

Now I'll confirm them.

I can't wait to get away.

It's worth waiting for a share and a quarter of a million, isn't it?

What happens if Draycott turns up?

If only I could have got hold of that file.

I wouldn't worry about him.

You ought to fix him like you did Gerald.

I didn't have the chance.

And Robinson too.

If it hadn't been for you, we wouldn't be troubled with him now.

I'm scared stiff of him.

I wish to heaven I were out of it all.

Shut up!

You pull yourself together, I'll give you something to be scared about.

Go and see who it is, Mark.

Where's the lady, mrs.?

She won't be long.

I can't hang around here all night.

All that she comes now, I want my money.

What?

Oh, the lady's coming now.

Ah.

Good night, my dear.

I'll ring you in the morning, and don't worry.

Everything's going to be fine.

Bennett!

Take the car and follow her.

She lost her nerve.

You may talk.

Okay, Governor.

Shall I go too, boss?

No, I've got another job for you.

Well, I'm here to talk.

Blimey, mr.

Long.

Hello, Bert.

What's the guy?

All right, I've just been taking this lady for a ride.

You'll recognize these things, don't you?

Any messages?

Not a sausage.

Shut up and jolly.

No?

I'll be a good fellow and bring us the whiskey and a couple of glasses into the

setting room, will you?

Sir, darling?

There's no need to be afraid of me unless you lie, do you understand?

Yes.

Whichever the truth, I can and will help you with the police.

Do you answer my questions?

Yes.

Good.

Now, first of all...

What were the blazes as old jolly fights keep the splash?

Can't you find it?

No.

All right, I'll come.

Look as though you can do with a drink before we start.

Thank you.

A.

A.

I've wrapped this up in case of fingerprints.

In justice, you is going to talk.

You all right, Rolly?

It's Benny Clercs, all right?

The prints agree, sir.

My whole job, yes, is signature all over it.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Edwards, put out an immediate call for Benny Clercs.

I want him at once.

Murder.

No, I always enjoy watching your ponderous organization creak into activity.

Yes, if you'd done as you were told and kept out of the whole thing,

that woman would be sitting here and now telling us all she knew.

Well, that's gratitude for you.

I mean, I'd suggest keeping an eye on her and Lorne.

You wouldn't even listen to me.

She wasn't important, then.

It's only important now, in so far,

she's been killed in case she displays something about the murder.

Her real importance is her link with Lorne.

Red herrings, Rolly.

No, the whole thing's pretty clear now.

Drake had killed Gerald Harvey.

Killed who?

Gerald Harvey.

Mortimer Harvey's son.

He just got back from Singapore.

That's who the dead man was.

And you think Drake ought to kill him?

Well, I'm pretty sure of it.

Gerald didn't get on well with his father.

In fact,

I believe he was blackmailing the old man about some shady business when he was

in control of the mid -provident.

Drake was thick with Phyllis Harvey,

and being afraid that he and his girlfriend would suffer if the old man was

sucked dry, bumped off Gerald and went into hiding.

Oh.

I see how good you are.

How could I have what?

Talk such utter balderdash.

Oh, you'll find I'm right.

And I've got a wand out for Drake at the rest.

You'll have to find him first.

Well, that won't take long.

To make sure of it, I'm going to take Phyllis Harvey into our confidence.

What?

Well, she may know where Drake it is.

This is madness.

Why?

Whatever happens, you mustn't talk to Phyllis Harvey.

You'll ruin our chances of cleaning up the entire gang.

Gang.

There are only two people involved.

Drake it and Cless.

I want them both for murder.

Oh, you make me tired as a chuckle -headed.

Do you want me to hand the whole boiling to you on a plate?

That's enough.

Virgis was quite right.

We don't need any amateur help.

We certainly aren't going to tolerate anything.

Well, I'll clean the thing out by myself.

Oh, is Miss Harvey in please?

No, I'm afraid she isn't.

Has the police called for her?

Yes.

Is Mr Mortimer Harvian?

Yes, he's in the study, but he's got a gentleman with him.

Gentlemen.

Never mind, perhaps you can help me.

I've just come from Scotland Yard.

We're rather anxious to see Miss Harvey's passport.

You all happen to know where it is.

I think it's in her desk.

I saw her put it there when they got back from the south of France.

There you go, girls.

If you can find it for me, I'll wait in here.

Very well.

Come on, dear Harvey.

Jimmy Draycott would be the first to agree with you.

Come on.

The President shares...

shares so...

£233 ,000.

That seems to be the way out of it.

I naturally have to consult the others.

He'll like this into one man's job, you know.

As I see it, you haven't much of an alternative.

What on earth are you doing here?

I might ask you the same question, Ted.

Mr.

Harvey's been kind enough to give me an interview.

That must be a most interesting story.

Particularly his description of how he unloaded those mid -profit and shares

recently.

On the contrary, Mr.

Rolison, a very ordinary story.

Just that of a man selling his own property.

And now may I ask the purpose of your visit?

Well, as a matter of fact, it's your money I'm after.

Well, Mr.

Harvey's been kind enough to give me an interview.

Why are you not alone there, Mr.

Rolison?

No, it's not for myself.

It's for charity.

I never indulge in outside charities.

But as usual, charity begins at home, Mr.

Harvey.

This is a most deserving course.

It's called the Gay Street Holiday Fund.

Yes, I'm organizing a little trip for some of the people who live there.

Perhaps for the Isle of Wight, or maybe even Devonshire.

A little trip across Dartmoor.

I can't resist your eloquent appeal.

So kind of you.

Perhaps your daughter would care to come along too.

That's unless she's too tied up with Jimmy Draycott.

Here you are, Rollie.

Here's my humble contribution.

Ted, that's magnificent of you.

Thank you, sir.

Father, I must leave you two to your interview.

Thank you so much.

Good day.

Oh, sir, I couldn't find Miss Hartley's passport anywhere.

Don't bother.

I've seen Mr.

Hartley.

He's given the all -information I need.

Oh.

Oh, um...

I'll give you trouble.

Thank you, sir.

Early.

That's where Jolly went.

I'll see you next time.

Thank you.

Hello, Benny, come for your knife.

Excuse me, sir, but there is no need for violence.

Charlie, I thought you were a plug ugly.

I would prefer you to omit the plug, sir.

Why the devil haven't you contacted me?

I had nothing to report until just now, sir.

In fact, I was on my way to telephone you.

Well?

Mr.

Drakehood is upstairs, sir.

What?

A very pleasant gentleman, if I may say so, sir.

Allow me, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Glad to see the spot of rough and tumble doesn't cramp your style, Dolly.

Oh, no, sir.

What's going on down there?

Everything is under control, sir.

Mr.

Rolison is here.

And what would you like me to do with that, sir?

Oh, just try it out and shove it somewhere, you know?

Very good, sir.

Drakehood, glad to see you.

I suppose I'm going to see you.

Your man has just been putting him in the...

in the picture.

Mr.

Drakehood was a little restive at first, sir.

Restive is right.

He had to keep me quiet with a gun.

Drakehood, there are one or two things I want to get cleaned up.

What's the matter with your private file?

The one with the green band around the folder.

You realize it's not in your desk.

Did Faye...

I mean, Miss Gretton tell you that?

I look for it myself.

Got it with you now, haven't you?

Yes.

Let's clean that up.

Get back.

The last people you want to see at this moment are the police.

Why?

Surely that's self -evident.

Jolly.

Yes, sir.

Never out and get rid of that barbie for me, will you?

Certainly, sir.

Look here, Rolison, what's worrying you?

The police know all about me.

I just say they do.

The extent of putting out a countrywide call to pick you up for murder.

What?

I don't believe it.

I don't exactly blame them.

After all, they did find a dead man in your flat.

A dead man?

Who on earth was he?

General Harvey.

But he'd only just arrived from Singapore.

You knew him?

Of course.

I sent for him.

The police can't think I'd kill him.

I bet they do.

I've got a call to do, sir.

Thank you, sir.

But I told Ted Harrison all about it.

He took the whole thing to the police force.

Harrison did?

Yes.

When I got the facts together about the Harvies, I asked his advice.

As he was a crime reporter, I knew he'd be well into the police.

It was he who told me to come down here,

because the police said they'd take over and wanted me to lie low.

I see.

Good old Jolly.

Tell me, has Harrison been hanging around fair, a lot?

Is it you who rang him up the day before yesterday?

Yes, but he had his calls transferred to your place, and Jolly answered me.

So I rang off quick.

He's very nearly played us all for mugs.

But if it wasn't for you...

What's he after?

Blackmail, Harvey's money.

Gosh.

Did you ever show him the contents of your private file?

As a matter of fact, I did.

Then it is the proof of a swindle amounting to nearly a quarter of a million

pounds.

Yes.

And they're all in it, except Gerald.

Mortimer, Phyllis, and Lord.

That's right.

Drake, I think you were in love with Phyllis, Harvey.

Lord, I was just using her to get the dope from her.

Oh, I see.

Then Miss Fay Gretton needn't have gone green with jealousy.

Fay?

You mean about...

Good Lord, I never thought...

I didn't dare tell her.

I wanted to keep her out of it.

You mean about the plot or your feelings?

Both, I suppose.

Yes, you know, it's a pretty neat plot.

That's why I got it right.

My guess is that Mortimer Harvey isn't Mortimer Harvey at all.

You're right.

But how the dickens did you find out?

His reaction to the news about Gerald's death was a little too indirect.

Then again, he wasn't quite certain of his signature.

Let's check.

Yes, that's a forger, all right.

The real man died out in France.

And Phyllis and Lorne, who thought they'd come into the cash,

found that he'd cut them out of his will, so they persuaded his brother,

who was extremely likely to impersonate him.

Yes.

I got onto it because I knew the old man pretty well.

And I gradually discovered that they were selling out his mid -Provident

shares,

so that eventually they could all disappear with a quarter of a million in

cash.

Uh -huh.

And that's what our friend Ted Harrison comes in.

Precisely.

Put your hands up both of them.

Well, talk of the devil.

Weren't expecting me, were you, Raleigh?

But then I always said you were overrated.

You dirty...

There you are, Jimmy.

All I want from you is the famous file.

If you think I'll give you that, you're very mistaken.

The only mistake I made was in forgetting to have my calls transferred back

from Raleigh's flat.

Yes, I should have rumbled you sooner.

Fain you instinctively.

Such a dull girl.

She bored me stiff.

But she was useful.

Now, Phyllis is a different story.

I'm gonna marry a Phyllis, Jimmy, and that'll keep the money in the family.

And you think we're going to let you get away with all that?

Oh, you're going to stop me.

I'm in clover, Raleigh.

When I've shot you both,

I'll make it look as if Jimmy plugged you and then committed suicide.

And I'll have the famous file to make sure that my so -called father -in -law

behaves himself.

Keep your hands up.

Listen, if you think you're going to have murder at a black male.

Now, Raleigh, I'm afraid it's good -bye.

Well, thanks, Johnny.

Not at all, sir.

The right cross is a most useful bloser.

But as I was trying to point out to Mr.

Ebert, it must be properly delivered.

Sir, with Mr.

Rolison's compliments.

Thank you.

Thank you.

One murderer, one blackmailer, delivered by hair, but tall.

I don't know about you,

but I can do it with a nice large whisk and soda and my feet on the

mantelpiece.

I couldn't agree more.

We'll drink to Mr.

Harris in the future.

Mr.

Law, Mr.

Law, thank goodness you're back.

I didn't expect to find you in here, Mr.

Dracott.

Oh.

What's the matter?

Something wrong?

Well, uh, I'm here.

I'm here, darling.

Hello, Rolly.

Nice to see you.

We're the famous Jimmy Dracott.

How do you do?

Rolly's been telling me how kind you've been to Faye.

By the way, why isn't Faye with him?

Well, I...

There's, uh, bad news, Mr.

R.

They've got her.

What are you talking about?

She's been kidnapped, Rolly.

What?

That's right.

She's down at Mark Lessig's.

One of my boys saw her taken in by Arby.

Yes, Rolly's in here.

Now, listen, Rolly's in.

I know you've got Dracott with you.

I've got Faye Gretton.

I'd like to trade her for Ted Harrison.

I'll use my influence with the yard, if you like.

If you and Dracott want to see her again alive, you'd better be serious.

Tell Dracott if he brings his personal file to me at 21 Gay Street before 9 .30

tonight, I'll release Faye Gretton.

You want Dracott himself to bring his file to you before 9 .30 tonight?

He's to come alone and unarmed.

And if he does, you'll free Miss Gretton?

And keep away from your friends the police.

First sign of a policeman, and the girl will be disposed of.

Right.

No police.

For her sake, you'd better keep your promise.

I don't trust that swine, Rolison.

Let's get off now.

The plane can't take off till after dark.

Once we can get hold of that file, they can't prove a thing.

But a cricket's a lie.

You don't suppose I'm such a bold as to let him go, do you?

Well, we'll leave him to fill it.

I'll enjoy that.

Trying to leave me up the garden.

Lorne, you see the cars at the back entrance by nine sharp.

Who and Mrs.

Tresky will watch on the front of the house?

I don't suppose you'll bring any police, but if he does...

Everything clear about it?

All clear, Mr.

R.

You tell that poor young man he's got nothing to worry about.

Good.

Rollie, what do you want me to do?

I want you to go home, get into some old clothes,

and be in the bar of the red line tonight at nine thirty.

Okay.

Good girl.

Goodbye, Mr.

Draycott.

Best of luck to you.

I'll have a large scotch waiting for you.

What is wrong, Rollie?

Don't worry.

I'll let myself out.

Look here, Rollies, and we've got to call the police in.

If we do, fair to have it.

We can't tackle them.

We need dozens of men to surround the house.

They're not this bad.

but we must call it back that's it I think we can fix you up with one the

correct way of calling on crooks like Harvey a bulletproof waistcoat Thanks for

watching!

All right, I'm not off.

We said Breckert was to come alone.

Someone had to take the Scranton home.

Get in there.

Say, keep away from her.

All clear?

Yes.

No sign of any police.

Just as well for you, Mr.

Ralston.

Now, come on.

Hand over that pile.

All clear.

All clear.

All clear.

Who's there?

Just some dranks from the tavern.

Oh.

Right.

Up against the wall, you two.

What about our deal?

I've kept my bargain.

No police.

Aren't you going to flee, Miss Gretel?

What do you take me for, Rallison?

We've got the file, and we did all the evidence against us.

I should have known your word was worthless.

You've been drinking the girl out of the way, but all set.

I don't mind for myself, but Peri knows nothing.

She can't harm you.

She's not going to.

You rotten swine.

Right away, look!

It may not be covers, but we tried the proper idea already.

All right, let's do it.

Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me.

Hello, Jolly.

Come and join the party.

From Inspector Grice.

Jolly, Pop, what's your poison?

The usual, please.

A lemon and dash.

Aye, you'll have what you're given and like it.

This is a party.

Come on, Jolly, join us.

Well, listen to this, boys and girls.

Dear Mr.

Wallace,

please give the enclosed ten pounds for the proprietor of the red lion to

purchase a cup for the Boxers of Algedeast.

Signed, A.

Burgess, Chief Constable.

Blimey, wonders never cease, a cup from the coppers.

And a twine.

Oh, in that case, the drinks are on me.