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An orange soda, please.
- Right you are, Sir.

He could at least
have excused himself.

I turned as I heard glass breaking,
and -boom! - down he went!

Make room, please! Everybody get out!
- I'm the witness! It happened next to me!

I was beside him and...
- Let me through. Can I get through?

I'm a doctor!
- Very good, Sir.

This man appears to beseriously ill!
It's a heart attack.

I'll have to give him a shot.
- Quick! Get an ambulance!

Theambulance is on its way.
- It's a matter of minutes.

What are you doing?
- I was only trying to help you.

I'm in no need of help.
- I just wanted to gather up his affairs.

Make room, please!

Hey! Over here, please!
Get the stretcher here! Get back, please!

The doctor already gave him a shot.
- What kind of a shot? Where's the doctor?

Where's the doctor?
He was just here!

Don't bother with the charm,
Miss Holloway. Get ready to die!

Please! You can't do this! You can't!
- You were warned, my dear...

No! You can't kill me in cold blood!

No, please!
- Phoenix, what are you doing here?

No, you can't do it! No!

Well, what are you up to this time?
I hope it's only girl trouble.

I see shadows everywhere, Inspector.
This time I'm really in a...

What?
- I'm afraid, scared... I want to...

Get it out and stop stuttering.
What is it?

Doesn't that get under your skin?
- What?

That noise!
- I'm used to it. I don't hear it anymore.

Alright, what is it? What's so scary?
- You want me to...

Shaky Eddie found me a swell job a while
back. 1.500 pounds to open a door!

A price like that to open a door?
- There wasn't a safe built around it?

No, nothing shady. It was those...
- Well, comeover here and sit down.

Give me your hat and take it easy.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it. Cigarette?
- Oh, please, yes.

There.

Like?
- Yeah.

Here you are. There!

Keep it, Pheeny.

It's mine!
- Right. So, tell me more about this door.

It was very old, an antique door, and it
was built with 7 different locks on it.

And as each one opens, you hear
the story of Ali Baba and the 40 thieves!

It's the truth. Honest, Sir!
But they only had one of the keys.

Well, who was there?
- I don't know.

You don't know? Do you know where it was?
- No, I don't know that either.

No, of course you don't.
See that? Your story...

is as tough to swallow as this egg!
- They blindfolded me first, Sir!

I did get a peak underneath it once. From
Batter sea grounds where they picked me up

to the place where we were was 30 miles.
- Ah. Now tell me,

Pheeny, where's the money you made?
- I dropped out of the deal.

All of a sudden I got a funny cramp
in my belly. When something's fishy,

I always get it. I had a feeling that
once I opened it... they'd made sure...

I wouldn't see what was inside.

Inspector Martin.

Yes, Sir.

No, Sir!

Yes, Sir! Right away!
Comealong, Pheeny, I'm going out!

No Sir! No, please Sir!
Please, can I stay here?

Pheeny, what is all this?
- That cramp, Sir. It's back.

Alright, you can stay in my apartment
on one condition: You tell me everything.

Now you're blackmailing me, Sir!

Think it over, Pheeny.
The truth, or out.

No, no.

I think I'd rather think it over, Sir.
- Right.

Judge for yourself, gentlemen.
2 corpses in 48 hours!

The press is waiting
for the chance to attack us!

As for the Prime Minister,
we're in for it this time!

Sir John, I believe the murder at the
Thames and the death of the priest...

are 2 different and distinct affairs!
- So much the better.

Mr. Holms? What is this?
- I would say, Sir, that it's a chain...

to which a gold key is attached.
Or conversely.

Thank you. Well, Inspector Martin?
- That's the key we found...

on the Thames corpse.
- Thank you. Are you positive of that?

Absolutely. We've identified
the body. Holms, please!

Yes. The deceased is, or rather speaking,
was, Mr. Peter Livingstone,

born the 14th of May in 1913.
But in no way related what soever to...

Yes, that's enough.
- Please Sir, I wanted to...

That's enough!

How about this?

Someone tell me what this is.
- I would say it resembles a key...

attached to a gold chain, or conversely.
- Yes. Very clever, Holms.

And where did we find this key?
On the priest who was murdered!

Did you say he was murdered?
- Yes. An intravenous injection...

of camphor oil. Death was immediate.
You must admit,

that these keys resemble each other.
That's not all.

On the body of the priest,
a letter was found.

"Father O'Brien,

Glasgow, Scotland.
Strand, Trinity Church.

Dear Father, we hereby inform you...

that we await your arrival, as per your
letter, on April the 3rd in our offices.

The previous date, which was established
for April the 30th is cancelled.

Very sincerely yours,
Warren D. Haveloc. "

All you need is practice. Keep at it.
- I will, Sir.

Inspector Martin from Scotland Yard, Sir.
- Let him in.

Good day, Inspector.
- Good day. What can I do for you?

I would like some information, please.
- I should be most tapping to be of help.

Please, sit down.
- Thank you.

Can I offer you something? Cigar?
- No, thank you.

Well, then?
- Do you know Father O'Brien of Glasgow?

No. We did correspond. I expected him
here yesterday, he never showed up.

Why?
- Does "April 13th" mean anything to you?

Very important date! On April 13th,
young Lord Percy Selford turns 21,

and thus legally becomes of age, which
means I'm no longer responsible for him.

It's an honour I'm delighted to give up.
I'm the official executor...

named in the will of Lord Angus Selford.
- Does the young Lord live in London?

He's never in London. He's always
elsewhere. The truth is that for years...

he's done nothing but travel,
gambling away his fortune.

Proportionally, he's been free to loot.
He squanders away his money like water!

You are really not to be envied

You have no idea. Look here,
I have his dossier here. Just last week...

I had to extradite the tidy sum
of 3.000 pounds to the Grand Hotel.

You expect him here April 13th?

Indeed! His presence is required
by the terms of his father's will.

What did Father O'Brien's visit have to
do with the coming of age of Lord Percy?

Good question. Father O'Brien wrote me
a letter explaining that a Rufus Stark,

one of his parishioners,
made a confession just before his death.

Wait a moment.
It says he was to bring you a key?

Yes, it appears that Lord Angus Selford,
a short time before he passed away,

called together 7 trusted friends,
and gave each one the key.

But why?
- We won't know that before April 13th

Do you mind one more question?
- No, go on.

Do you know a certain Peter Livingstone?
- No. Ah, but wait!

He was Lord Selford's butler but there
was an incident. He was dismissed.

What do you know about
this Rufus Stark?

Strange, you're asking about him!
Upon receipt of the priest's letter,

I enquired about Stark also.

He's deceased. I read a shady article.
Heavily in debt,

dishonourably discharged from the army
following some... Myself and he were...

in the same regiment in India!
- Ah, I see.

Mr. Haveloc, thank you.
Your help has been very valuable.

Inspector!

Hello Pheeny!

Pheeny!

Hey, Phoney? Where are you?

Strange! I guess he got tired of waiting.
- To get back to my deduction, Sir.

It would seem there are 5 people at large,
each holding keys to the ones here.

Sherlock, I'll play Watson, go ahead!
- That's no laughing matter!

No righteous indignation.
Instead figure out Pheeny's sketch.

It's a coat of arms, obviously.

In the meantime, if you won't be offended,
I'm going to get comfortable.

Of course, Inspector. I will continue
to practice the very fine tricks,

but could you show me just once?
- But of course, watch carefully!

It's all so simple. There.

Catch on now?
- Sensational, Sir! - Your turn.

I hope you find it, Sir.
- Thank you.

Good day. I'd like
a little information.

Do you approve?
- Of what?

My legs.
- Oh, yes. Can I help you?

Yes, by keeping distance. You wanted?
- I wanted to locate a coat of arms,

I mean, locate its proprietor.
- Oh, that's easy enough.

We have here 7.346 volumes on heraldry.
Each book has around 400 pages.

A coat of arms a page, that's 3 million.
That makes about 10 years steady work!

It would make less if you helped.
- You think so?

If we took some home,
we could work at my place, for example.

We're closing in 15 minutes.
- That's alright. I'd be glad to wait.

In your own way you're amusing.
Can I see your library card?

I'm afraid I haven't got a card.
I'm Inspector Martin at Scotland Yard.

Without a library card you cannot takeout
anything, even if you are Scotland Yard.

What am I going to do then?
- What coat of arms did you wish to see?

Wait a second. I havea sketch here,
but I'm not sure you'll recognize it.

There you are.

What's the matter?

It's not possible.
- What?

7.300 books at 400 pages,
is 400 multiplied by...

No, it's not possible!
Or else you're a clairvoyant.

No. I'm related to the Selfords.
A very distant and poor cousin.

Ah, so that's it.

In any case, I thank you in the name
of Scotland Yard. Thanks a lot, Miss...

Not at all! Goodbye.
- See you soon.

That takes care of everything except the
northern sector, Sir. If I'm correct...

in certain assumptions. The 1st assumption
that Lou Pheeny was really taken in...

and out of Battersea grounds, and he read
30 miles an hour on the speedometer.

2nd assumption, Pheeny's sketch
was his way of telling us...

the door with the 7 locks is somehow
related to the Selford estate. Therefore,

within this circumference,
which I traced with a great deal of art,

should logically be the place to where
Pheeny was taken to crack the door.

Yes, yes.
- I draw your attention to the fact,

that there is just one highway near
Batter sea grounds direction due north.

However, there are only hic towns around,
if I may use such a word.

New Barnet, Oakwood, Selford Manor,
Chase Side... Selford Manor?

Selford Manor, Sir!
- What?

Yes, that's right!
It's right next to the route to Enfield.

Tommy Cawler!
Since when have you turned country squire?

What do you know, Inspector Martin!
No, I haven't been that lucky!

No? But the clothes?
- I worked for it, Sir.

Up to your old tricks, Tommy?
- I got an honest job now, Sir.

As butler and chauffer.
- And that's your the uniform?

No, I'm dressed to go out.
- Is your employer aware of your past?

Yes. I told Mr. Cody.
- I see. How'd you end up here?

Came to see Doctor Staletti.
- A doctor? Here in Selford Manor?

Yes, I had fainting spells.
Overdid it, I guess.

You overdid quite a lot of things.
That's a very pretty piece, isn't it?

An antique in gold. Where did you get it?
- I inherited it.

No, from my father. Goodbye.
- See you soon, Tommy!

Good day, I'd like to visit the castle.

What? Where can I get permission?

Mr. Haveloc in London?
May I talk with Doctor Staletti please?

Are you always so curious?

I'm Doctor Staletti.

You wanted to see me?
- Yes, my name is John Ryder. I'm a...

Commissioner from Scotland Yard. Isn't it?
- Not exactly. I'm an inspector.

I'm so sorry.
What can I do for you?

How long have you lived here, Doctor?
- Is this private or an interrogation?

It's any way you want.
I'll give you the choice.

Then I prefer the first choice.
I've been living here for 10 years.

Tell me about your work, Doctor.
Or at least the part of it...

that will interest Scotland Yard.
- Won't you please sit down?

Some years ago, I had some trouble due
to the nature of certain experiments...

on animals.
- Yes, I know about that.

But isn't vivisection outlawed
in most countries?

I see, you're very well informed.
It was Lord Selford...

who permitted me, after long months
of wasteful stupid interruption,

to continue my experiments.
- What are you working on at the moment?

I call it "constructive biology".
I don't suppose that means much to you.

No, I'm afraid, it doesn't.

Yes, I hope, leaving modesty aside,
one day, my years of research...

will have an important influence
on the evolution of human beings.

Have you any other questions, Inspector?
- No. That is, I wanted...

Oh, you dropped something,
Doctor Staletti!

It's dangerous to underestimate
a man's intelligence.

This belongs to someone else!
Please return it.

You don't happen to know of a door
that this key could open, do you?

I'm a man of science, not a locksmith.
Inspector, may I be excused?

Hands up!

Has there been trouble, Sir?
- What have you got your hands up for?

I'm sorry, Sir. The revolver!
- Did you see anyone?

No, no one, Sir.
- What are you doing?

Am I allowed to enter, Sir?
- Come in!

Very kind of you, Sir!

Is window glass good light, Sir?

Somebody just attacked me!
- Very sorry, Sir.

The reason for this late visit
is these 2 photos which...

came from Interpol in the Alps.
Take a look at the man on the balcony.

I can't make out a thing on this photo.
- Only nettles, Sir.

But if we enlarge it a bit,
I think it becomes clearer.

Are you in pain, Sir?
- Only when I laugh.

That's...
- According to investigations by Interpol,

that is young Lord Selford on the balcony
of his apartment at the Grand Hotel.

When was this photo taken?
- On the 2nd of April at an election of...

Miss Bikini, held by the hotel itself.
- Isn't that something!

Precisely. I permitted myself to come at
this hour because I thought it worth it.

A photograph of young Lord Selford?
No, I'm sorry, I'm not able to help you.

Too bad. Didn't you say that recently you
were asked to send money to our friend?

3.000 pounds.
- Did he send you an order for it?

From Cairo. He was staying a few weeks
at Shepherd's Hotel. He worked from there.

The letter's in my briefcase if that's...
- Oh yes. It's of great interest!

Here we are.
The post mark was dated March 25th.

Yes?
- Miss Lansdown is here, Sir.

Would you ask her to wait a moment?
- Oh, I've kept you long enough.

When do you expect to see the young lad?
- No later than April the 13th

Thank you.

Goodbye, Inspector.
- Mr. Haveloc.

Good morning Sybil. Please come in!
- This is a surprise.

Good morning, Miss Lansdown!
- Good morning.

You see, now I know your name.
- Was I mistaken, or did you take home...

one of our books by accident?
- It was on purpose. I will return it!

As soon as you can!

My dear child, how are you?

What's this about a very important
letter for my brief?

Lopez Silva wrote mea letter.
- Lopez Silva?

He was uncle Angus' gardener.
- Oh yes! What's it about?

It's a nice letter, but a bit confusing.
I'm in danger, hesays,

the moment my cousin Percy is back on
April 13th, my life will be threatened.

I don't understand a word. Anyway,
he's coming tomorrow from Lisbon.

I'm not happy about this.
- I'm not either.

"Don't speak to anyone about this, Sybil.
We have to be very careful. "

I can't take it seriously, it's so...
- No, my child,

this has all the signs
of a very serious warning!

Yes?
- Your appointment is here, concerning...

Thanks. Do you see Inspector Martin today?
- No, I don't think so.

That's too bad. Phone him right away!
Do as I say, my child!

You have to show him this letter.

And find out exactly
what you should do.

Are you sure?
- I'm certain, Sybil!

Good luck!

This is a very delightful surprise!
- You are incorrigible, aren't you?

Haven't you anything better to do?
- Nothing. It's all in the line of duty.

Are you sorry?
- You are the funniest Inspector...

Yes, I know. And aside from being funny,
I'm also charming, you'll see.

For an Inspector from Scotland Yard,
your behaviour is very original.

Yes, I've always had to contend with
that unfortunate prejudice. But soon,

people begin to realise that along
with my charm, I have other qualities!

And modesty is one of them, right?
- I've abandoned that one. It's useless!

Sybil?
- Yes?

Sorry, but you don't happen to have
a recent photograph of Lord Percy?

No. I haven't seen or heard
from my cousin since my uncle's death.

Mr. Haveloc said I should show you this.
- Why me? What's it about anyway?

When did you receive this? I want to
know when you received this letter?

This morning! What are you so excited?
- It's because your are in gravedanger!

Why are you yelling? I'm not deaf!
- This letter means that the organisation

wants the whole family out of the way!
Are you looking for something?

A handkerchief! Have you got one?
- My name is Richard!

I hate that name!
- You can call me Rick if you'd rather.

Are you about to cry?
- No! To blow my nose.

Attention! Flight number 420
arriving from Lisbon...

has just landed.

Attention, please! Flight number 420
from Lisbon has just landed.

I'm so nervous. I can't stand it!
- I'm here to protect you!

When Holms is there,
criminals are rare!

Everything alright?

Everything alright?

There were 47 passengers on board.
- I'm sorry, he doesn't seem to be here.

That's incredible! Have him paged again!
- Very good, Sir!

There's no mistake?
Absolutely. That passenger was placed...

in seat 36, up front, right.
- Everything's alright, Sir!

Passenger Lopez Silva, please report
to the information desk at once.

Passenger Lopez Silva, please
report to the information desk at once!

Dead?

Yes. He was murdered!

It's horrible! I don't understand.
- But I do!

He was going to warn you,
and he had to be gotten rid of first.

But why? I'm no one, I have nothing.
- Maybe you don't know about it yet.

Did your uncle Angus leave you anything?
- Nothing! Not a penny!

Then your cousin Percy is the sole heir?
What if he were dead?

Who's next in line?

Well...
If hedied unmarried, me.

Now do you understand?

What is it, Holms?
- I would like to explore my deductions.

The murderer must have been on the plane.
- Do you take me for an idiot?

I wouldn't think of it, Sir!
- Berklay?

A Portuguese passport was found
on the body, about 100 pounds in money,

and a return ticket.
- Martin!

There wereon board 46 passengers,
besides 5 crew members, that makes 51.

21 places, however, were sold
to our international rugby team,

on their way back here
with their coach and their agent.

Results? Comeon!
5 to 1. We lost, Sir!

Go on!
- 18 American tourists in transit,

who got on another plane in New York.

5 to 1! This is scandalous!
- There's a return match!

That leaves Mr. Blackwood,
a diamond dealer, Mr. Hintze,

a travelling salesman from Bremen,

and Mr. Burtram Cody,
a Goldingcompany.

And from Selford Manor to here,
it's exactly one mile.

If this is a coincidence, I'll be...
- Let's hope not, Sir!

What is this?
- Hello, Tommy! Oh now, I know...

why the name Cody meant something to me.
That's the name of your employer, right?

What is it, Sir?
- I'm here to see Mr. Cody, Tommy.

I can't disturb him now.
- I'm here on official business!

But it's their music hour,
I never interrupt them.

Bach.

Who's back, Sir?
- Johann Sebastian.

Yeah.

My boss's hat, see?

Try not to make any noise.
This way, please.

Bach is a perpetual wonder!

Inspector Richard Martin of Scotland Yard.
- We normally receive guests...

by invitation!
- Yes, I must beg to be forgiven, Madam!

But I'm hereon urgent business!

I'm Bertram Cody.
May I enquire what your visit concerns?

Mr. Cody, I have a few questions
I'd like to ask you.

And they cannot wait until tomorrow?
It's alright. Our love of music...

is not shared by everyone.
- Don't think I don't appreciate music.

But there's a little matter of murder...
- Not in this room! I won't permit it!

Now, don't get all upset, my dear!
We'll go in to my study.

This way please, Inspector.
- Tom!

Yes, Madam?
- Open the windows!

Yes, Madam.
- This way, please.

Inspector...

I do not see
how I can be of any use to you.

But is the duty of every law-abiding
citizen to cooperate with the police.

Thank you.
I appreciate your cooperation.

Well then?
- How long have you known Silva?

Silva?
- Yes.

I don't understand. Who's that?
- The victim!

I'm sorry, Inspector,
but that name means nothing to me.

I see. You were in Paris recently?
- Yes.

Cigarette?
- Not on duty.

How do you know that, Inspector?
- Thereare passenger lists...

for just that sort of thing.
- I see.

Just what do you want of me, Inspector?
- Nothing. Nothing except the truth.

In the plane you travelled on,
a man was murdered.

Lopez Silver, to be exact.
And we need to locate and question...

all the passengers on board.
- I see.

A matter of routine.
- Where were you sitting on the plane?

You mean, what was the number of my seat?
- Yes, if you remember that.

I'm sorry, Inspector, I don't remember it.
- Just one more question, Mr. Cody,

and we'll be through.
Did you go to Paris on business?

Yes, you could call it that.
I was apartment hunting,

but I didn't find what I wanted.
- Really? You want to leave England?

Yes.

My wife can't take the climate.
- Yes. The old story.

London and its weather.
Respiratory ailments, etc.

Do you have a good agent in Paris?

Good agent?
- You must have an agent for apartments!

No, I always run an ad.
- Yes, of course. Much more discreet.

You recall who ran it, Mr. Cody?
I mean the paper that ran your ad?

What was the name of that...

Paris... Paris...

"Paris Soir?"
- "Paris Soir", that's right.

Are you sure of that?
- Quite sure, yes.

That will be enough for today.
Thank you Mr. Cody,

I'm sorry I had to keep you so long.

And I'm sorry if my intrusion
upset Mrs. Cody.

This way, Inspector.
- Thank you.

I'm so sorry for having disturbed you.
- My butler is waiting to show you out.

That's very kind of you.
Good evening.

Mr. Cody,
goodbye and thank you again!

You idiot!
- But Emely!

You wouldn't believe me. I told you
all the passengers would bequestioned!

I organised a reception worthy of
Buckingham palace. I told you what to say

and what not to say. And you walk right
into his trap like a stupid school boy.

But Emely, why...

Why put yourself in to such a state?

He just wanted to know if I knew Silva,
that's all.

That's all? He just made you tell him
everything he wanted to know!

It's all right, he's gone.
- What are you doing here?

Can't you see I'm speaking
to your Aunt Emely! Leave us alone!

I'm hard of hearing sometimes.

Would you repeat that?

Tom, don't overdo it. One of thesedays
you'll push me too far,

and then...
- And then?

Go on!

Will you drown me or shoot me?
Or what?

Get out!

Name your end, which one?

Ok, I get it!

That's enough!

Your nephew! A vulgar rough-neck!
It's your fault that he's here with us!

Please shut up!

I must find a way to cover up everything.
- What do you mean, Emely?

Your fairytale about the ad
in "Paris Soir".

He'll know it's all a lie
within the next hour.

You know what this is?
- I would venture to say it's a day book.

Do you know whose it is?
Mr. Cody tried to get it out of sight...

when I was there.
- Sir!

You mean you did a...
- Right! What I'm curious about is...

why he wanted to keep it out of my sight.
- Yes. Nothing here... nothing here...

"Must buy flowers for Emely's birthday. "
Nothing again. And here:

"3rd of April, Hotel Avant,
3.000 pounds. "

What was that? 3rd of April, Hotel Avant?
- Look out, Sir!

Get out!

Shame.
I just filled up before we left.

We've had a close call.
- Oh, yes indeed, Sir!

What's that?
That was to be expected. Oil.

Why didn't we see that detour
while we were driving down here?

I would say that someone has it in for us.
- Yes, I have the same feeling.

Who would know we would take this way?
- Mr. Cody.

And he must have had an accomplice
to beable to deal such a low blow.

Right. And that's why we're going
to do some hunting.

You know what that light is, over there?
- No, Sir.

That's Selford Manor. Hide behind the
road block, but becareful not to be seen.

Somebody will come and keep an eye out.
- Yes Sir.

Go ahead. Good luck.
- Same to you, Sir.

Silly panel!

Help!

Holms!

Holms, what's happened?

Are you hurt?

Did something happen?
- It certainly did!

I told you to hide, but not this way!
Come on then, come on!

This grave is here for us!
- There is room for two, isn't there?

Come on out.
- Yes Sir!

Look there!

How come you're here, Staletti?

Doctor Staletti, if you don't mind.
- I'm so sorry. Where did you come from?

From the chapel, where I go every evening.
- Alone?

Yes! Is that all?

Someone attempted to murder us, and Holms
was thrown into a grave, here in the park!

Unless you havea search warrant,
neither of you have any right to be here!

No, wedon't.
But I'll be back with one!

A good idea. But right now,
you'd better get out,

before I prefer charges.

Inspector!

You should consult a doctor.
You're sick!

Here!

you're a victim of hallucinations!

And it could be dangerous!

Well! Don't seea thing. Do you, Holms?
Nothing, Sir.

I'd start thinking Staletti was right.
- What do we do now, Sir?

We walk to the closest telephone booth,
if you feel you're up to it. Come on!

You're both here already! Good evening!
- Well?

Luck was against us.
- They got away?

Yes. There were 2. You should have
told me that fact on the phone.

I told Giacco there was only one! He's
helpless in the face of unexpected things.

He can cope with only one idea at a time!
- What do we do now?

They'll be back with a search warrant
but they'll find nothing! That's all!

What do you mean, that's all? You'll find
some way out for yourself. What about us?

They'll go straight to Haveloc!
- Who's to blame...

if they got out with the daybook?
- I know you've had it in for us!

I admit it. Your message repelled me
very much to... unscientific is the word!

Come!

I regret having offended you.

There's someone here,
who's a little too curious!

It's the police!
- Get a hold of yourself!

We're the ones who are gonna catch it
on the 13th!

And as for Staletti,
I never trusted him.

We must find out where he hides his key!
I must have it, do you understand?

And then, we'll manage without him!
- Emely, I...

That will beall for today, I'd say.
- Yes, that will beall. Come.

Mr. Cody!

You should also have chosen
your chauffer with greater care.

After the attempt to get us both
out of the way,

my assistant was attacked!

Right in the park of Selford Manor,
Mr. Haveloc!

But who organised all of this?
- That's just what I was going to ask you.

I haven't got any idea.

What were you doing
in the park at that hour?

I was on my way to
ITU Houseon duty.

With Cody?
- Yes. You know him by chance?

Not by chance. Mr. Cody was for years
Personal Secretary to Lord Selford.

And Miss Cawler, who is Mrs. Cody today,
was the young Lord's governess.

I see. And they were paid enough to buy
and maintain the house they live in?

It was thanks to the generosity of Lord
Selford who expressed in his testament.

Do you know they are leaving the country?
- Leave the country?

Who? The Codys?
- Yes. The Codys.

Well, I guess that's their privilege
after all.

Well, I should be going, Mr. Haveloc.
By the way, I'm going to...

Selford Manor tomorrow for a closer look.
- Do you want to avoid the word "search"?

Why do you ask?
- Only to offer my services as guide,

and save you time. Where and when?
- Let's make it at 3, shall we?

That's fine. Tomorrow at 3.

We must be there, or almost.
- I can't wait to see the house!

Ever since Percy went to a boarding school
Switzerland, I wasn't to Selford Manor!

Do you still havean idea of the place?
- It's a hard place to forget. Why?

Because with your help, I want to locate
a special place in the house.

So that's why I was invited along!
- No, it's not the only reason, Sybil.

What's that?!

What can be the matter with him?
- I don't understand it.

It doesn't look too serious.

Mr. Haveloc!

Sybil. What am I doing here?
- You must have fainted.

Come on, we'll help you.
There you go.

- What happened?

It's beginning to come back to me.

My hip felt a sudden pain.
- Well, let's have a look at the car.

Would you like an aspirin?

Now, what's the...

Well, now!

Mr. Haveloc! Come and look at this!

Somebody tried to murder you!

With the stakes involved, I'm afraid we
cannot be delicate in our choice of arms.

Of course not but I must say that I...
- Weare in no position...

to allow ourselves
any sentimentality whatsoever, my dear!

And in the final analysis, death is
the best solution! It's so simple.

You know, Emely,

when you talk like that, I'm so afraid,
my blood turns to ice.

Yes, I know.

It's strange that Dr. Staletti went to
town today. You did announceour arrival?

Of course. His conduct is difficult
to understand.

It is over beside those trees,
to the right.

Yes. Next to this monument.
Oh, I should have known.

No, I am not a victim of hallucinations.
And Holms is not half crazy either.

This Staletti is more clever than
I thought he was. Come here.

Wasn't therea pit here?

Oh, naturally not!
- I don't want to appear indiscreet,

but are you looking for something special?
- Yes, for a door which has 7 locks!

To which belong the keys you possess
already? Sorry, but I can't beof help.

I would like to see the chapel now.
- Please, with pleasure!

Percy and I used to get frightened
down here. We thought it was haunted.

I can understand that feeling alright.

And what's in that direction?
- The Crypt.

That's where an eternal flame
is kept burning. Right, Burt?

Well? Do you see anything, Inspector?

No, not yet. And still I have the distinct
feeling that we're very close...

to something interesting.

Miss Lansdown!
- Coming!

Hello?

Who? Scotland Yard?

Miss Lansdown, I have a message for you
from Inspector Martin.

He would like you to get
over here at once. The 3rd room, 211.

He just said to tell you he'll be waiting.
He wants you to take a taxi.

It's really urgent!
Yes, thank you.

You wouldn't hurt Miss Lansdown?
You're spying again!

Naturally.

And I won't go along with it.
- I don't recall asking for your help!

Give me one.

I'm not worth much. I've gotta have a lot
of cash. And when I get money, it's mostly

on a shoddy deal. But if you've got ideas
for Miss Lansdown, I put my foot down.

You're still in love with her?
- That has nothing to do with it.

And what does?

I don't want to be hanged
by the neck until I'm dead!

Tom, I'm warning you!

Thanks, same to you.
- What does that mean?

Do you want me to tell you why you took me
to your house with such Christian spirit,

when I was let out on probation?
Huh? No?

You wanna know why?

Because you'rescared.
You're really scared.

Scared that one day, I'll make you admit
the truth about my brother, the poor soul.

Jonny is dead.
- Yes, I know. He drowned!

That's your story. But I don't
swallow that stuff, Aunt Emely!

I never swallowed it,
and I never will!

Taxi!

To Scotland Yard, please!

Whereare you going? You couldn't have
understood. Take Westminster Bridge.

Please, to Scotland Yard!
Can't you hear?

Stop the car. I want to get out!

She hasn't quite come to.
- We didn't give her a strong dose.

Should I...
- Leave her to me! Go downstairs!

Miss Cawler! How did I get here?
What are you doing here?

Help me please.
I was kidnapped!

Sit down over there.
- But Miss Cawler...

Sit down!

What do you want? Where's Inspector...
- Don't ask questions. Do as you're told.

I want to get out. Let me out,
or I'll scream until somebody hears me!

What do you want of me?

Come here!

Sit down!

Now, take this pen!

Write: "I, Sybil Lansdown... "

Write!

"I, Sybil Lansdown,
as per this statement,

abandon everything I possess...

Abandon everything I possess... "

No, I won't write that.
- Write!

No!

No?

Come here!

Look at our little pets.
Too bad they're poisonous!

No! No please! No please!

Then sit down and write!

"As per this statement...

abandon everything I possess... "

But I possess nothing. It's not...
- "Including all donations,

other values and legacies,

that I might
one day become heir to,

and name in my place, Mrs. Emely Cody,
neigh Cawler... "

But Percy's beneficiary!
- That's not your worry, is it?

No! Do anything with me,
but I won't sign that. Never!

Come here!

This house was once the mill for Selford
Manor. And down there are the mill wheels!

When anything falls in,
it stays for good!

Better think it over!
I'll come back for your answer!

He's coming! He's coming!

Shall I call?

Emely!

This is Tom Cawler.
I want to talk to Inspector Martin!

The Codys were just murdered,
and Sybil is...

Hello? Inspector Martin speaking.
Hello? Hello, who's speaking, please?

Hello? What is it? Scotland Yard,
Inspector Martin!

Hello?

Quick, come on!

Take my hand! Quick!

Come on! We've got to get out of here!

You go ahead, I'll head him off!
- No! I won't leave you!

Do as I say! Go on!

You're Miss Lansdown,
if I'm not mistaken. I'm Doctor Staletti.

Please, help me! I was being followed!
- You'll be quite here. Please come in.

There's obviously something strange
going on but don't worry.

We'll figure it out soon. In the meantime,
let's get you somewhere safe.

Through here, Miss Lansdown.

Through here, Miss Lansdown!

Sir!
- Yes, what is it?

Sir, we've been all over the place...
- Well, go on searching!

Those keys must be here somewhere!
- Right, Sir.

Sir?
- Yes, what is it?

Miss Lansdown was locked in the attic,
but she must have been helped to escape.

Would you say?
- Yes. There was a ladder outside.

In the garden we found her handkerchief.
- S. L.

She might still be here!
- Yes! Brown found footprints...

in the path which leads
to Selford Manor.

Yes? Yes, put him on! Hurry!

Hello, Martin! Yes, what is it?

Murder!

Well that's two
wedon't have to worry about.

What?

Who?
- Miss Lansdown.

Yes Sir. Yes, she's here somewhere,
I know it. What?

I don't know how she came here,
no, not yet. She's in gravedanger.

What? Oh, yes, yes indeed,
I thought so.

May I ask you a favour? Would you get
out here and bring the keys with you?

In there, Giacco.

Don't be frightened, there's no need.
Giacco's quite harmless!

Good. Bravo Giacco! Good.
Now get to your place.

Come Miss Lansdown.
Sit down, won't you?

You see, Giacco is one of my
very first experiments.

He used to be just as normal
as Tommy over there.

But he was the subject for one of the
very first grafts of the pituitary gland,

in an attempt to modify his cells to make
a giant of him. Unfortunately, as you see,

it was at the expense of his intellect!

Ah!
- Our friend seems to becoming to!

Why have you locked him in there?
That man helped me!

He shall be repaid. He will be
the subject for my next experiment.

You go back to your place.
Or shall Giacco help you out?

Do what he says, please.
That maniac's capable of anything!

That's more reasonable,
Miss Lansdown!

Even though this is not the moment
for a family reunion,

meet your brother Jonny.
Or should I say, what I've made of him.

What do you think?

You swine, you! You monster,
I'll make you pay for this!

For years, I had to limit all my
experiments to operating on animals!

Jonny arrived too soon.
Now my work's perfected.

This time,
I will transform a human being

into a genius!

If my operation succeeds...

when the operation succeeds,
Miss Lansdown,

the world will see a new race
of titans, geniuses, supermen, yes.

Beethovens,

Shakespeares,

Einsteins...

Thanks to Antonio Staletti!

Sir John. You're here too, Mr. Haveloc.
It's just as well you came along.

We're leaving, inspector.

What an awful deaths of the Codys.
- It's no more awful...

than the deaths of all their victims.
- Do you think Cody's responsible for...

the murder of Livingstone and Silver?
- More than that. I have proof of it!

Holms, where's the book?
- You mean the one on...

No, the one we found today.
Thanks.

Cody had an old habit from when he used
to work as Lord Selford's secretary...

and right-hand man.
He kept notes on everything.

Fare Livingstone.
Round trip, London-Zurich.

Cleaning of grey suits, 7 shillings.
Plane ticket London-Lisbon and return.

That might becalled notes to murder.
- I can't believe any of all this.

Where are all of these mysterious keys?
- You can believe me, or not,

Mr. Haveloc, but you'll see all of them.
And tonight.

All seven!
Will you bring the watchman here, please!

You shall now see the way the well-known
Professor Pawlow of Moscow...

grafted a dog's head successfully.

Come.

Jonny.

Jonny!

Come help me!

Jonny!

Go back to your place, Giacco!

Jonny! Jonny, come help me!

Jonny!

Tom.

Tommy!
- Giacco! You go back to your place!

Jonny, help me!

Giacco!

What's going on here?

Come on! Come on!

Now, where's it coming from?

Jonny!

Jonny!

You murderer!

You murderer!

Anyone who interferes with my mission
shall be destroyed!

And now, get back to your place!
Giacco should convince you I'm serious!

Get out!

Hands in the air! Go on!

I'm innocent! I'm innocent!
- How is it, this man is speaking now?

How would I have any idea, Inspector?
I recall that many years ago,

he suffered a severe shock. Perhaps,
this new shock brought back of speech.

Where is Staletti? You heard me!

Allow me, Inspector.

Burt,

Don't worry, it's alright.
Nobody is going to hurt you.

You can tell me.
Where is Doctor Staletti?

Look here, Miss Lansdown!

Here's what Professor Pawlow obtained.
Only the dog died after a few days.

I've gotten further! Much further!

I shall graft a man's head on a monkey!

And I shall do it today,
Miss Lansdown!

And I want you to watch,
as witness to a moment of history!

You realise what the success
of this operation means, don't you?

No, you couldn't!

The possibility of rendering
genius immortal,

by nourishing the brilliant mind
with a young organism.

And one day...

Stop, or I'll shoot!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Get a move on!

Go ahead.
- After you, Sir!

Help!

Nobody move!

How dare you interrupt me like this!

When the moment has come for a great
doctor to show the world he's a genius!

Get out!

Staletti!

You are not a great doctor!

The Medical Association rejected you!

You're nothing but a charlatan!

What did you say?

I...

a charlatan?

I...

a charlatan?

Yes, Staletti!

You are a charlatan!

Charlatan! Charlatan!
Charlatan! Charlatan!

You must have been frightened to death!
- He gave him an injection.

See that he gets to a hospital!

Sir! Sir!
- I saw them. They were lyingo ver there.

Sir John, did you bring the others?
- Yes. I did.

This is key number 3,
belonging to Lopez Silva. And the two...

which were Mr. and Mrs. Codys, are number
4 and number 5. And this key is the 6th,

belonging to Antonio Staletti.
- No doubt. And what about the 7th?

We shall have it shortly. The person with
the 7th key is here in this room.

He was very clever and had us all
fooled for a longtime. But,

as in the case of all criminals,
he made some stupid mistakes.

Hands up!

Hands up!

Sir John,
give the keys to Burt, please!

Do it, Sir. He would shoot.
- You area great judge of character!

You forgot the 2 keys you brought,
Sir John!

Thank you!
Burt? Bring them here!

In my pocket!

Get back. Get back!

The day you'll be hanged, Haveloc,
I'll put a cross on my calendar!

I'm afraid that day will never come!
I'm sorry I must resort to violence.

I hoped this would come to a quiet end.
But, in the words of Shakespeare:

"The rest is silence!"

No! No, don't shoot!

I don't wanna die!

Take him away! The other one too!

Your keys, please, Mr Haveloc.
- You're very clever, Inspector.

That's what I'm paid for.
- Inside pocket.

So, the 7th key, Sir!
- Great work. You did a brilliant job.

No, Sir. It was luck, Sir.
I should confess that I was convinced...

the 7th key was in Haveloc's safe.

Sir, you dropped your glove!

Sybil, get back! Don't look.
You'd better go and wait for us upstairs.

Go on.

Who is that?

Lord Percy Selford!

He was murdered?
- By theowners of the 7 keys!

Brought back to life again by Haveloc.
You sent Tom Cawler

to travel all over the world.

Making payments to him regularly,
as only you could do, legally. Each one...

was divided among the partners.
- How did you know that?

Tom Cawler was photographed.
- That was a mistake!

There were more: The faked attempt on your
life to steer suspicion from yourself.

We figured out, it would takeonly5 miles
for the carbon monoxide gas to harm you,

and not 20 miles,
which is what you told us!

However, your worst error was...
- I know!

I wanted all the money for myself,

without sharing with theothers!

We all made that error!
- Yes, I'm afraid...

we run in to a lot of cases similar
to this. Which eliminate themselves.

Because those involved eliminate
each other. And that constitutes...

THE END!