All language subtitles for The.Seventh.Grave.1965-ENG

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to my inn.

Thank you.

- Anything to eat?
- Yes, sir, but nothing fancy.

Make yourselves a1 home.

- Take care of the horses.
- Sure thing.

- Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.
- Thanks.

- Anything ready to eat?
- Well, I don't...

Whatever. Bring us anything
you have, but make it fast.

- And some tea.
- Very well.

Piping hot, of course.

- What did they order'?
- Hot tea and some food.

What should I prepare?

They look American. Make them
an omelet with smoked lard.

- Those people are American?
- Yeah. At least I believe so.

- What are they doing around here'?
- I'll know soon enough.

Yes, Jenkins, I believe you should
sell everything and go back to...

Hush now.

- I was sure you called me.
- You were wrong.

Are you going to bring
us some food or not?

Right away, sir!

Be careful.

- Whafs going on?
- They're in a hurry.

- Tell them the food will be
ready soon.

- Fat chance. You tell 'em.

- Don't you think that...
- It's not a matter of thinking.

We must always be careful
about what we say.

I'll be right back.

What kind of dish
are you making us'?

An omelet with lard.
I hope you'll like it.

Absolutely. I'm crazy
about omelets with lard.

You hear that, Mary?

She's fixing us an
omelet with lard.

Here, too?

What do you mean?

It's a very common
meal in America,

so she meant that she thought she
would find other dishes in England.

- Do you like it, though?
- Yes, as long as you hurry up.

What a pretty girl...

- What would you like to drink?
- Anything you have.

- I'll come with you.
- No.

What was the point of
mentioning the States?

We don't need anyone to
know why we're here.

All done. The horses
are watered and fed.

Here's your food.

Hurry UP-

- What do you want from us?
- Nothing from you.

Didn't you hear this gentleman?
Keep eating and relax.

- I fixed you something to drink.
- Thank you, much appreciated.

- Cheers.
- My pleasure.

- Here's your tea.
- Who are they looking for?

Quick.

- Who is he?
- A leper.

He escaped from the leper
colony where he was confined.

They've been hunting him for a
month, but no luck so far.

But what's he doing around here'?

He's very familiar
with this area.

He was Sir Reginalrfs assistant
before he became ill.

- Sir Reginald?!
- Yes, the owner of Nofis Castle.

He died three years ago.

How far is this castle?

Only a few miles.

- Why, are you looking to visit it?
- Yes. Do you reckon we could sleep there?

Oh, they have plenty of beds.

But it's such a
grim place.

I regret telling the notary I
would go there to help Patrick.

Still, a promise is a promise.

Besides, the notary is so...

Notary Elliott is already
at the castle, I presume?

Yes. Do you happen to know him?

I don't know him personally, but
he's the one who summoned me here.

For the matter of Sir
Reginald's will, right?

Other guests are
already at the castle.

- Did you hear, Jenkins? More heirs.
- Let's hope not.

These people are going to the castle.
Why don'l you ask them to...

Would you be so kind to
give my daughter a ride?

She has to carry a lot of
supplies to the castle.

- I mean, ifyou don't mind helping her.
- My brother would be delighted to.

Since you seem so
concerned, I accept.

See? I was right. They're
going to the castle!

I must admit that, when I
became a notary for the firm,

I was frightened by some
initial difficuities.

But now, thanks to
divine providence,

I can say that I know the practices of
the firm as well as my predecessor.

I shall admit I can
handle myself admirably.

Let's discuss Sir
Reginald's will.

I received it in a sealed envelope.
I don't know what's in it.

Tell us a little about Sir Reginald.
I never met the man.

Sir Reginald was a doctor.

He didn't work because
he didn't need to.

He conducted some strange experiments
together with his assistant.

- What sort of experiments?
- I ignored that stuff.

The only one who knew anything
about them was Dr. Quick.

He got infected with leprosy.

When the nurses and police arrived
at the castle to have him admitted,

they found that the man who had called
them, namely Sir Reginald, had died.

Stricken with Leprosy.

He died of leprosy in
such a short time?

I found it strange myself, but the
doctor's statement was very explicit.

A pernicious form of
that terrible disease.

The deceased was so disfigured
that an autopsy was not required.

Why were none of the
relatives notified?

The deceased wanted the
funeral to be a strictly private affair.

The burial was attended by my predecessor,
a police officer, and Patrick.

The castle keeper, that is.

Sir Reginald is resting
forever in the family crypt.

In the seventh grave.

What is it?

The other heirs have arrived.

Let them in.

- Who are they?
- Mrs. Ferguson and the Jenkins brothers.

Good evening, Mrs. Ferguson.

The lady isn't Mrs. Ferguson.

Her name is Mary. She's with me.

- Mr. Jenkins, I suppose?
- Correct. Why?

I'm Notary Elliott. I'm the
one who summoned you here.

- How do you do?
- Fine, thanks.

That's Fred, my brother.
Say hello to the notary!

Huh? Oh, how do you do?

I wonder what he
sees in that girl.

Come, let's get
more comfortable.

- After you.
- Thanks.

- This chair'?
- Yes.

- So...
- Shall we read this bloody will or not?

I'm afraid it can't be done.

Today is the 16th, and the will
is to be read on the 18th,

in the presence
of all the heirs.

Mrs. Ferguson is still
missing, as you can see.

She's been notified, I presume?

Yes. I sent her two letters,
as I did with all of you.

I'm sure she'll show up soon.

But what if she doesrfl?

Then she would lose all
rights to the inheritance,

which seems to be much bigger than
originally expected, by the way.

Colonel, l think you ought to explain
the situation in all of its details.

According to some old
family documents,

it seems that my cousin Reginald was
heir to Sir Francis Drakes foriune.

Drake sailed the seas, plundering ships
that did not fly the English flag.

- Back in 1730...
- Please spare us the history lesson.

Wait, allow me to summarize
the whole thing.

It seems that a treasure
is hidden in this castle.

Looks like things are getting
more interesting, then.

You seem to be looking at
something quite interesting.

Are you feeling all right?

I apologize.

That little table evokes
some deep emotions in me.

Don't mind her, Notary Elliott.

My daughter is a very
powerful psychic.

ReaHy?

You see, when it comes to
spiritualism, one must be very wary.

I know there are many
tricks of the trade.

Let's go back to the treasure, if you don't
mind. Are you sure it really exists?

Yes. And we're going to find it,

even if we have to dismantle
the castle brick by brick!

- I believe there's a better way.
- Go on.

If she really is a psychic, then
she'll have a spirit guide.

If she agrees, she can establish
a direct connection with Sir Francis Drake.

Would you be Willing
to do that, Miss?

Yes.

L'H do it tomorrow.

The trip drained my energies.

It's decided, then.

Will you attend the
s�ance, Reverend Crabbe?

Would the Church allow you to?

As it allows everything that isn't
related to black magic or the devil.

I will attend the s�ance.

See you tomorrow.

MY Durse.

Here you go, Miss.

You're very kind.

- Allow me to thank you.
- My pleasure.

Well, shall we?

Mrs. Ferguson
hasn't arrived yet.

L'm sorry, but we'll have to start
the tour of the castle without her.

What's the point of this
so-called castle tour?

Because the will could include
a number of codicils.

I'm ready to begin, Notary.

What does that man want?

That's Patrick, the caretaker,

the only person who
knows this place thoroughly.

Where shall we start the tour?

- Anywhere you prefer.
- Very well, gents.

Follow me, please.

- I hope you'll accept my apologies.
- lfs nothing.

I hope you'll accept
mine, actually.

Afteryou.

Those has-reliefs are quite
beautiful. Don't you agree?

And this is the garden.

That column is remarkable.

So, do you like it here?

Yes.

Such a beautiful
place. Very inspiring.

Don't you think?

Yes.

- Today I may have realized that...
- They're waiting for us.

Let's catch up with the others.

This is the graveyard.

Until recently, all the members of the
Thorne family were buried here.

Before they started
using the crypt.

- That's where we're headed.
- I'm eager to visit it.

A cell for prisoners.

Nothing interesiing here.

- Is it locked'?
- No, it's open.

Here.

You could have warned us.

Well, I had no idea you
people would be so squeamish.

Let's go to the crypt now.

You'll see some
magnificent tombs.

Those are the Thorne family tombs.

That one is Sir Reginald's.

It's fresh.

- How can it be?
- I put it there this morning.

This is the laboratory.

- It's hot!
- It can't be.

- Care to explain it?
- Well, I don't know. Maybe...

A ray of sunlight, perhaps.

Right.

Maybe.

ShaH we proceed?

Here we are, back in the hall
where we started the tour.

We better have some lunch now.

I'm sure Betty fixed
something for us.

Are you still fretting about
this morning's discoveries?

No, I feel absolutely fine.

- Well enough to begin the s�ance?
- No, Jenkins!

- Why not?
- Please, don't.

Would you really be
willing to do it, Miss?

I'm ready.

What shall we do?

I'll be in charge of the
s�ance, if you don't mind.

I'm rather experienced
with these matters.

Fair enough.

Go on, Colonel.

First of all, we need
to move that table.

Don'tjust stand there.
Give us a hand.

Put the chairs in a circle.

- What are they doing?
- Spiritualism. What else?

Oh, I see.

Sit down now. We
must form a chain.

Done.

You must all assume
the same pose.

Palms down, bring your thumbs together
and spread your fingers wide,

touching the little fingers
of those next to you.

The chain is now formed.

I've never seen anything
like this before.

Are we gonna get
visited by spirits?

No jokes. Our psychic needs utmost
silence in order to concentrate.

Are you ready, Katy?

Concentrate.

You must clear your
mind ofall thoughts.

Relax your body, but keep the
nerves in your hands tense.

Now try calling
your spirit guide.

I can't.

I absolutely can't.

I can't concentrate enough.

I feel there's someone among
us that doesn't want...

That doesn't want me to...

I can't concentrate properly.
I just can't.

You must.

We're all waiting for you.

Concentrate.

Take some deep breaths.

Relax your body.

I can't, I just can't.

Maybe there's too much
light in this room.

Waii a minute.

- I'm scared!
- Cut it out.

You're in the dark now.

You can concentrate,
and you will.

Don't let a single
thought enter your mind.

Where are you, Dan?

Where are you?

Can't you hear me calling you?

I want Dan! I want
to speak to him!

Manifest yourself, Dan!

Where are you, Dan?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Dan...

Dan! Please, Dan.

Dan!

Dan! Dan!

This may be it, Katy.

- Don't stop. Keep calling him.
- Dan.

Dan.

Dan.

- Dan.
- We know there's a presence in this room.

We're asking this presence
to manifest himself.

Dan... Dan...

Manifest yourself by
making the table turn.

I'm asking you again, Dan.
Listen to my plea.

We ask the presence
to manifest himself.

- Dan.
- We're waiting.

Dan.

If you are Dan, answer
us with two raps.

OThGIWiSB, answer
us with one rap.

It is now clear you are Dan.

You can put us in contact with
the late Sir Reginald Thorne,

currently resting in the seventh
grave of the family crypt.

Will you do that for us?

One rap to communicate yes,
two to communicate no.

It's a no.

Can you enter the body of our
psychic and speak through her?

Can you do it?

We will not stop you in any way.

We ask you to manifest yourself
in the body of our psychic.

Away! Get away from this place!

- She looks dead.
- Quick, get your mirror!

Get some lights on, quick.

It fogged UP-

- Come on, help me.
- Right away.

We need a doctor.

We'll have to rely on
divine providence.

Come here a second, Reverend.

What is it?

Look.

There's a light in the chapel.

What's going on?

I said there's a light
in the chapel.

This late? It can't be.

We'd better go see.

It's odd, indeed.

What is it?

- How do you feel?
- No more...

Your father got very concerned.

I'm sorry. How foolish of
me to faint like that.

- Let's go.
- Where are you going?

- To the chapel.
- We saw a light inside.

We're coming with you.

I would come, too, but I can't
leave the young lady alone.

I'm perfectly fine.

There's no reason for
me not to join you.

L'm just a bit dizzy. Do you
mind if I lean on your arm'?

Not at all.
It'd be a pleasure.

Take the women away.

The dog.

The tomb was opened!

Same for the coffin.

- The corpse has disappeared!
- Our s�ance prompted his resurrection!

- Don't talk nonsense.
- Good Lord.

Nonsense, you say?
Let's wait and see.

- Good evening, Notary.
- Good evening.

Here's a letter from Pastor Smith.
Mrs. Ferguson won't be coming.

But this means that Mrs. Ferguson will
lose her claim to the inheritance.

She died two months ago.

And we found a desecrated
grave and a hanged man.

Alert the police once
you return home.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I've just been given a
letterfrom Pastor Smith.

It says that Mrs.
Ferguson has passed away.

- She won't be coming, obviously.
- Some good news, at last.

My child, I know how shaken you
feel by tonight's developments,

but please reconsider
your plans.

How could you be able to
make it home this late?

My nerves are too shaken.
That poor man...

Are you sure Mrs.
Ferguson won't be coming'?

Yes, the notary said she
died two months ago.

One less heir to
worry about, Jenkins!

- Naturally, but I'm still worried.
- About what?

The disappearance of
Sir Reginald's corpse.

- How do you feel, my dear?
- About time you asked me.

My apologies, but it was a
rather eventful evening.

People, I have been informed that Mrs.
Ferguson won't be joining us.

In view of recent developments and since it
is past midnight, I will now read the will.

The will has vanished!

How could it be? I kept the
key with me at all times.

Gone. Vanished like a ghost.

Do you expect me to stay here?

With that table that
moves by itself?

- I believe someones knocking.
- Let's go see.

Good evening.

- Who are you?
- Martin Wright. I'm a police inspector.

Perfect timing, I'd say.

We're experiencing many
strange occurrences.

We even found the caretaker
hanging from the bell rope.

One tomb has been desecrated
and the body snatched.

Not even mentioning
the vanished will.

A strange affair, indeed.

But I reckon we'll get
to the bottom of it.

We're gathered here for
Sir Reginald's will.

- Come in.
- Fill me in on everything.

You're the last person to have seen
Patrick alive, is that correct?

- But I swear that I didn't...
- oh, I know.

You didn't kill him.

It takes a lot of
strength to lift a man.

You don't seem to fit that bill.

What was he doing when
you last saw him?

- What was he doing? Nothing!
- Are you sure?

I am, and I would answer the same
even if you asked me a hundred times!

Let me tell you what
happened exactly.

I had served fruit to the guests, and
was taking the dishes to the kitchen.

I was walking down the hallway when I met
Patrick walking toward the vestibule door.

And when did that happen?

- What time was it?
- I can't remember!

I'm not lying, Inspector!
I swear!

A few minutes later
I returned here,

to see everyone else
gathered around that table.

That tabXe...

Right, we haven't told you
about our s�ance.

Which we all took part
in, including Betty.

ReaHy?

It started at exactly three
minutes after five o'clock.

I always make a note of the start
and end time of every s�ance.

- I understand.
- That's true.

None of us moved until
we heard the bell.

The bell?

Yes, the young lady fainted
during the s�ance.

We had to stop the experiment.

I looked out the window while
the others helped her,

and that's when I saw a
light in the chapel.

When I mentioned it, the men in the
group came to look out the window.

I see. What about
the bell, though?

At that moment we heard
the bell tolling,

so we decided to go
and investigate.

- All of you?
- All of us.

The young lady, too?

Answer me.

- Yes.
- She had recovered in the meantime.

You all stayed together from the beginning
of the s�ance until the bell rang, correct?

Until the moment we found Patrick's
dead body in the chapel.

- Is the chapel far away?
- No, about fifty yards.

I can take you
there, if you wish.

It's at the end
of the courtyard.

No, I'd rather
you all slay here.

Would you please
accompany me, Reverend?

- Gladly.
- Thank you.

- Would you fetch me a cup of tea?
- I'm too scared to go into the kitchen!

- I will escort you, Miss.
- You'?

I'll be glad to, I swear.

Surely you are not
afraid, I trust?

Yes, I'm scared.

And l'm not ashamed io admit it.

Let's escort Betty to the
kitchen together, dear boy.

Even a tourof the kitchen...

- They have lefl us alone.
- Why?

- Do you not like being alone with me?
- I didn't say that.

- But it crossed your mind.
- No.

- You really don't mind'?
- No.

You're not scared?

- I am.
- Scared of me?

- No.
- What are you afraid of, then?

Everything.

The soul-consuming
atmosphere of this castle,

the tombs in the garden, and my
obsessive thought of that empty coffin,

which almost seems to be
waiting for another corpse.

Believe me, I can't
take it anymore.

I'm sorry.

- I didn't thinkthat...
- But...

No, it is you who must
accept my apologies.

Sometimes I can't
control my nerves.

But it seems just
impossible right now.

No, you don't have to
apologize to me at all.

I completely understand you.

- Do you?
- Yes.

I feel that I have understood
you from the moment we met.

- You're not making fun of rne, are you?
- Why would l'?

I don't know.

Perhaps it is because I
have always felt alone,

and this is the first time a man
has spoken to me in such a way.

It won't be the last, Katy.

May I call you by
your first name?

I'm William.

Friends caH me Bill.

Will you call me Bill?

Yes.

Bill...

- Where are the others?
- Having lea in the kitchen.

Where's Mr. Martin?

We went to the chapel together.

Oh. Where is he now?

He's busy with the
investigation.

We can resume this
conversation at another time.

Whenever you wish.

Do you consider Inspector Martin
to be competent, Reverend?

I believe so.

- What about you, though?
- Well...

- You look worried.
- I haven't seen Fred for a few minutes.

- I thought he was with you.
- Yes, but at some point he...

- Was it you who first saw Patrick's
dead body, Jenkins? - Yes, why?

Didn't you notice what
was in his buttonhole?

He didn't have
anything, if l'm not mistaken.

You'd better have
another look, then.

I want you to see that Patrick's
corpse has a flower in its buttonhole.

- Are you kidding'?
- Come with me. You'll see.

Let's follow them.

Notary Elliott, how do you intend to
proceed now that the will is missing?

All I can do is send a report of tonight's
events to the judicial authority.

But if you have other suggestions,
l'm willing to listen.

I don't think you can
proceed in any other way.

I think this is the first time that a will
in the possession of a notary has disappeared.

- See'?
- Don't look if it upsets you.

The tomb is in perfect order;
the coffin has been closed.

MY Prior Fred!

He was my brother, understand?!

They killed him and I
demand you find who did it,

or else I swear I'll
make you pay dearly!

We'll find the culprit.

CaXm down now. Come.

Oh, Jenkins...

Poor Jenkins.

My friends, I'm delighted
by your company.

However, l'm no spring chicken, and when
it gets this late, I need some rest.

- Good night, Reverend.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

L'lljoin you, Reverend Crabbe.

- Are you coming, as well?
- No, I'll stay a little longer.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- My, this tea is taking forever.
- Indeed.

It's been quite a while since
they left. Let's go find them.

P\ease, don't.

- Let's stay here. l'm too scared.
- Scared?

- Oh, it's you.
- Why are you saying that?

What's going on?

It's about Fred. His body has been
placed inside Sir Reginald's coffin.

If I get my hands on
the man who did it...

We'll find the culprit.

If you have no fuflher instructions
for me, I'd like to go to sleep.

You also need to get
some rest, Jenkins.

I'll take it.

What is your opinion on
the case, Inspector?

Too early to say.

I'd like to take a tour of the castle
before going to bed, if you don't mind.

Speaking of which, where
could l rest a little?

L'm afraid I don't
know what to tell you.

I apologize for not taking
your needs into consideration.

I'd be glad to give
you my bedroom.

Don't you worry.

I'm here to investigate.

L'l\ just take a nap on
that sofa overthere.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

See you tomorrow.

This is my room.

Good night, Bill.

Good night, Katy.

No. They might see us.

No, please...

Did you hear that?
It was a scream.

I don't know, but
I heard it, too.

Let's go check.

Another victim!

Calm down. Let's
examine the body.

She's still breathing.

Thank God, she's alive.

What could have happened?

We must help her.

- We'd better take her to her room.
- A little help, Colonel?

Yes.

Don't worry, I can
handle this myself.

- What are you doing now?
- l'm tired.

I'm changing Mary's posiiion.

- Who could have brought it here?
- I don't know.

No one is allowed to
touch it from now on.

- What happened? - Mary fainted
after seeing Sir Reginald's corpse.

- Where?
- In the hall.

Please, take care of Mary.

I have a little
business to attend to.

Give me that pouch, quick.

Here.

I think we'd better get
this body out of here.

I saw a stretcher in the
yard, if I'm not mistaken.

Would you mind getting
it for me, Reverend?

Yes, but I'll need
the notary's help.

- Gladly.
- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

- What happened?
- Calm her down. I'm going to the hall.

You're not leaving
us alone, are you?

Where are my slippers?

What happened?

He was already unconscious
when I arrived.

And that's not all.
Look.

Thank you.

What happened to you?

I have no idea.

I was here when I suddenly fell
something strange, as if...

What sort of strange feeling?

How could I properly
explain it?

But I didn't faint,
of that I'm sure.

It was something
else altogether.

As if somebody put
a spell on me.

You're surely not suggesting it
was a supernatural occurrence?

No, I didn't say that.

All of a sudden, I felt
tremendously exhausted.

- L'm tired as well.
- We all are.

Why don't you go to bed?

Women are not meant
for such matters.

- Well?
- Mr. Jenkins is right.

I'll come with you.
Let's go.

- Empty?
- That's how I found it.

Let's hope there won't be
any more thrills tonight.

Let's hope so.

- Are we sleeping together tonight?
- Yes.

- Good night.
- But... Katy...

WeH, good night.

A corpse can't just
vanish like that.

Somebody must have
taken it away.

- We must find it.
- I'll join the search.

- Will you join the party, Colonel?
- Yes, of course.

Allow me to come
with you, Inspector.

We don't need the
stretcher anymore.

We can take it back to the yard.

Give me a hand.

Here's your candlestick, Reverend.
Good night.

Thanks, but won't you need it?

Don't worry, I'll take
one from the hall.

Very well, good night.

Did you hear that noise?
Let's go check.

What happened?

I don't know yet, but
I heard a scream.

Are you injured?

I hope not.

Where's Katy?

She's in the hall
with the other women.

- Have you seen Katy?
- Why, she's in her room.

Are you absolutely sure'?

No.

We better go check.

She's not in her room.

We must find her,
whatever it takes.

Where couXd she be?

- Well?
- Any luck?

Noihing at all.

We must find her at all costs.

We'd better split up
to continue the search.

Young lady, you'll go with
the colonel and Mr. Jenkins.

The others will come with me.
Let's not waste time.

No, it's too scary for me!

I feel that Katy isn't
far away. You must help me.

We'll do everything in
our power to find her.

- Who are you looking for'?
- A leper who escaped from a colony.

- Why are you looking for him here?
- This is where he lived.

I understand. Come in.

- It's you...
- Yes.

You never expected this, huh'?

Don't just stand
there, untie me.

Untie me. Hurry!

Hold on, calm down a second.

There's something I
must tell you first.

- What?
- Something about me.

- I don't understand.
- Who do you think I am?

- You're not Inspector Martin?
- No.

- My name is Reginald Thorne.
- That's impossible.

- I saw your tomb.
- Empty.

You mean that...

But then that body in
the living room...

- You thought it was me?
- I was sure of it.

You were wrong.

But how can it be?

It was Quick's body.
My assistant.

- It was inevitable.
- You disgust me.

Because of Patrick?

Don't you understand
that I had to kill him?

Why?

It was essential for me
to find a safe haven.

I had left everything to him in my will,
because I considered him an honest man.

And then?

The coward threatened to expose
my identity to the police.

I was forced to
take care of him.

How can you talk like that?

What are you going
to do with me now?

Oh, I have something in mind.

What's wrong? Why are you
looking at me like that?

When I look at you, I think of the
time I spent among all those lepers!

Three long years, and
now you're all mine.

No, please!

What do you intend
to do with me?

I need your blood
for my experiments!

- You're a monster!
- Not yet!

Leprosy has not yet
affected my face.

- I'm one of the lucky ones!
- No! No!

No!

Yes!

Don't worry, though! You
won't feel a thing!

LepfoSy...

- I will find a cure for it!
- Don't come closer!

L'll show you!

- Very soon you'll become like me!
- No!

- Yes! Very soon!
- No! No!

I'm tremendously excited
by this new experiment!

The moment draws nigh.

Like me! Like me!

L'l\ kill you all!

Sir Reginald tried to murder my
helper, who managed to survive.

I apologize for interrupting,
Notary, but I do have a question.

I would like to know who
alerted the police.

My helper, as a matter of fact.

He found the two policemen
looking for the leper,

and told them what
had happened here.

There is one more thing I'd
like you to explain, Notary.

- Go on. - How did you realize
Martin was Sir Reginald?

Well, I had had some suspicions.

Then the police officer, Mr.
O'Connolly,

told me that Quick had been admitted
three years before to a leper colony.

Dr. Quick was Sir
Reginald's assistant.

The two were conducting
some strange experiments.

I already told you
about those, by the way.

A few months ago, an old fellow
student of Dr. Quick's

visited the
same leper colony.

After seeing his friend's medical records
and feeling sorry for his illness,

he went to visit him.

Besides feeling puzzled by the fact
that Quick didn't recognize him,

the man was surprised that
his friend had grown taller.

Do you understand now?

A leper growing taller.

It was a different
person, clearly.

The man mentioned this to the colony
director, who informed the police.

But, that same night, the
leper managed to escape.

And despite an extensive
search, he disappeared.

He vanished into thin air
and remained a fugitive.

I see, but how can we be sure
he was really Sir Reginald?

Only one person had any interest
in making the will disappear.

And said person was, without
a doubt, Sir Reginald.

He had left everything
to the castles caretaker.

By making the will disappear, the
property would remain undivided.

Then he committed a seemingly
pointless murder, Fred's.

Alas, he did it for
his experiments.

Committing a murder in the
name of his experiments?

May God forgive him.

What was the reason behind
his studies and experiments?

According to his diary, he was
trying to discover a method

for regenerating the cells
that make up the human body.

He had spent his fortune on
this scientific research,

including Francis Drake's famous
treasure that he'd managed to find.

If only we had listened to the
young lady's spirit guide.

My brother would still be here if
we had Iefl as the spirit told us.

Here with me.

Jenkins...

Fred will be with us forever.

In our memories.

Couldn't we finally get rid
of that table, Notary?

Hey, those are my slippers.

Who would have thought
they would be there?

- Have you decided, Notary?
- I'll take it to my house.

I might need it.

Isn't that right, Katy?

As long as you won't
involve me in any s�ances.

- No.
- Wise decision.

Unleashing occult forces that can't
be controlled is always dangerous.

That's why our religion forbids the
unaccustomed from performing s�ances.

It's a very sensible precaution.

Imagine ifl hadn't arrived
in time to save you.

You did, so stop
having those thoughts.

THE END