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In late Victorian London
lived many detectives

who were the rivals
of Sherlock Holmes.

Thinking of buying something?

What?
Well, what if I am?

In the Burlington Arcade?
The likes of you?

- You cut along.
- Why?

I've got as much right here
as anyone.

No, you ain't.

The gentry
don't go down your streets,

so you keep out of theirs.

Go on.
Move along.

Something wrong, Constable?

Well, only this here,
where he don't belong.

Hello, Mr. Abel.
Remember me?

No.
No, I don't think I do.

Jaffee?
Phineas Jaffee?

Oh, you remember me --
Green Duck, Commercial Road.

I'll run him in
for loitering if you want.

Him and me are old mates.

Yes, I, uh --
It's all right, Constable.

You've got no business here,
Jaffee.

Aren't you pleased to see
an old face, Abel?

Must be five years.

Look, if you think you can put
the screw on me --

Use your head, Abel.

I been straight
since I come out.

Oh, yeah.

I've got a bit of business.

Well, you don't only sell
jewelry.

I daresay you buys it.

Not stolen jewelry.

No, I bought this,
fair and square.

Only trouble is,
it's too good for down east.

"Well," I says to meself,
"I'm straight.

I can go where I like.

Sutton's in the West End.
He's a top jeweler.

Besides, I used to know Abel,
his assistant, when Abel was --"

Well, never mind.

- Is something wrong? Abel?
- No, Mr. Sutton.

Wrong, Mr. Sutton?
Oh, love us, no, sir.

What can I do for you, my man?

Well, uh, I've an item here,
sir, which I wishes to sell.

It's good merchandise.

All I'm asking is
a fair price, sir.

Here.

Help yourself.

If you would, Abel.

Yes, sir.

A pleasing object, sir?

Pleasing, indeed, Mr., uh...

Jaffee, sir.

I been around long enough
to know it's gold,

and I'll swear
that stone's a ruby.

They're all rubies,
for rubies are not only red.

A set like this
is extremely rare.

In Burma, where they come from,
they call them ripening rubies.

Oh.

- Why do you honor me, Mr...
- Jaffee, sir.

Well, 'cause of your good name,
governor.

Besides, any friend of Abel's,
uh...

We've not met.

Oh, love us, no, sir.
Can you put a price to it?

Easily.

It's a pleasure to do business
with you, sir.

The stones -- seven ripening
rubies of flawless character --

are worth 5,210 guineas.

The gold filigree
cost £72 and 10 shillings,

workmanship and markup 50%.

Your necklace -- retail price --

is worth £8,314
and 10 shillings.

Well, uh, I know
you got to make a bit, sir.

I don't begrudge it.
Oh, I'm not a greedy man, sir.

All I want's a --

Here.

How come you know what
it's worth, to 10 shillings?

Because I made it, Mr...

Jaffee, sir.

I made it here.

I sold it to Lady Faber
of Glenister Square.

Well, it never came
from no lady.

Here we are, gov.
Lady Faber.

"Lost at a ball given
by the Countess of...Pargeter,

Pargeter House, October 27th --

one gold necklace
of seven rubies.

Also one brooch of brilliants
in the shape of a new moon."

What's that?

The police list
of stolen jewelry.

You don't happen to have

Lady Faber's new moon
in your pocket?

I should know it at once.

You see,
I make all Lady Faber's jewelry.

- Fetch a constable, Abel.
- Yes, sir.

Now, look.
Just 'cause it's on some list --

Two constables,
if you can find them.

Look, this ain't right.
This ain't fair.

I bought this, fair and square.
I'm getting out of here.

Oh, no!

Jewelers go better protected
than greengrocers.

This season has seen a crop
of unsolved robberies.

I fancy you're our first clue
to them, Mr...

Jaffee.

Phineas Jaffee.

Last inside in '89.

Receiving -- three years.

Receiving -- five years.

Charged with the Maybent robbery
but found not guilty.

- He's a fool.
- Here.

Fool, Inspector?

Trying to sell you
your own jewelry.

He didn't know.

For the past month, hardly a day
without jewels being nabbed --

Lady this, the Duchess of that,

losing a bracelet,
necklace, pearls.

Why is none of the loot
ever found?

Oh, I don't know.

Don't you?

This is the first piece
that's come to light.

- Where'd you get it?
- I bought it.

From whom did you buy it?

Look, I swear
on my mother's grave

it's got nothing to do
with all them robberies.

You sure this is Lady Faber's?

Lord Faber is one
of my most faithful clients.

He came to my establishment

in search of a fitting gift
for Lady Faber

on the occasion
of their ruby wedding.

This is the only set
of ripening rubies in Europe.

- Well?
- I said all I'm gonna say.

In that case, I shall leave you
with my two strong friends.

-He won't take long, sir.
- No!

Tell him what you know,
for heaven's sake, man.

I bought it from a sea captain.

- Where?
- In Limehouse.

Limehouse?

Yeah.

He was a double-Dutch
sea captain with a wooden leg.

Now, don't you be cheeky
with me, Jaffee.

I'll leave you, Inspector,

if you've done with me.

Mr. Sutton.

Lady Faber holds a ball
this evening.

Indeed.

Foreign royalty's to be
present --

the, uh, Duke of Brabant.

I fancy her ladyship would like
these back for the occasion.

Surely you'll need it
as evidence.

When I decide to bring a charge.

In the meantime,
I'll, uh, trust it with you.

- Ah, but I --
- You're a jeweler.

I'm sure it'll be safe with you.

I'm sure Lord Faber
will be pleased.

His insurance company
must be tired of paying out.

It'll give him hope.

Thank you, sir.

How long have you known
Mr. Sutton?

Never, till today.

You go to a shop you don't know,
a shop in Mayfair?

Well, why not?

"Why not?" indeed.

Briggs! Briggs!

Where are you?
Briggs!

Lady Faber.
Oh, my lady --

Later, Mr. Piercy, later.
Briggs!

Oh, not in here, you fool.
In there!

Ah, Briggs.
Shall we ever be ready in time?

It's a quarter past 4:00.

The caterers promise to be tidy
by 5:00, my lady.

I've been in the world too long

to believe in the promises
of tradespeople.

This letter must be delivered
at once, Briggs.

It is to Mr. Sutton,
the jeweler, at his shop.

- But, my lady --
- At once, mark you.

What time do we expect
his lordship from the city?

6:00, my lady.

Oh, yes. You see?
Everything is left to me.

Finch, take this to --

Ohh!

Dear, I know.
I should wear black.

But I refuse
just because shewears black.

What do you think?

Oh, I think not, my lady.

And you're quite right.

Oh!
When did I wear pink?

Um, the Countess of Pargeter's
soiree, my lady.

I knew the memory
was an unhappy one.

No.
None of them please me.

You shall hurry to Mr. Freebody

and purchase a pair
that will go.

Yes, my lady.

If that is Mr. Piercy,
the Universal Provider,

with more problems,
tell him I've fled the country.

Ohh!

My lady, Mr. Sutton --

What?
My letter has not yet gone?

Then Ethel must take it
on her way to --

Good day to you, Lady Faber.

How speedy of you, Briggs.

Thank you, my lady.

I shall speak glowingly of you
to Lord Faber...

Yes, my lady.

...if he ever gets home.

Bless you for coming,
Mr. Sutton.

You have read my note?

Yes, my lady, though
I really don't understand --

I am in torment.
Ah, a glass of wine.

I insist.
I regret a biscuit is beyond me.

If I were even to ask,
the house would fall down.

Though I say so myself,
Mr. Sutton,

my ball tonight
will be the ball of the season.

The world knows that,
and the world --

Everyone will be there --

the highest in the land
and the richest in the land.

Though, between you and me,

I never can tell
which is the more disreputable.

And the Duke of Brabant.

He has been at every ball
in London these past weeks

and left them all, his face
a yard long with boredom.

He must not be bored tonight.

No, Lady Faber.

Ah. At least the musicians
are prompt in their practice.

I am here --

Because I sent for you.

Yes, quite.
But I have something.

For me?

Mr. Sutton!
My rubies!

Heavens!
Where did you get them?

A man came to my shop
hoping to sell them.

A villain, of course?

Of course.

What a triumphant mischance.

- He was apprehended?
- He was.

They may be required
as evidence.

- But the police have said --
- Police?

I must have them soaked in gin
before I wear them.

But I assure you, Mr. Sutton,

neither police nor robber
shall ruin my ball.

One must fervently hope,
Lady Faber.

Hope?

One does not become a great
hostess on hope, Mr. Sutton.

Now, it is quite inevitable

that the robber
will strike again tonight.

If he could rob at the Countess
of Pargeter's soiree --

which, between ourselves, was
little more than a tea party --

how could he resist my splendor?

I need a guard, Mr. Sutton.

A watchdog,
if you'll forgive the term.

Then surely
the police should be called in.

Have the police at my ball,

with their great boots
and untrimmed whiskers?

I'm quite determined
against that.

I really don't see
why you summoned me, Lady Faber.

I am a jeweler, a tradesman.

Ah, more, sir.

Two years ago,

I've heard tell there was
a certain unfortunate lady --

I beg you, say no more.

There were jewels in that --
and honor --

and I believe
the word is "blackmail."

You settled it and
have been discreet to this day.

Yes.
You shall be at my ball.

You are to be my watchdog.

Besides, you're acquainted

with most of the ladies
who will be here.

You are more than a shopkeeper,
Mr. Sutton -- far more.

You are a detective.

Really, Lady Faber --

I feel better.
I really do.

I even begin to look forward
to this ghastly evening.

Later, Mr. Sutton?
We meet later?

Now, Mr. Piercy,
what is your problem?

Lady Faber!

- Good evening, Admiral Wycherly.
-Good evening.

Wycherly! Margaret!

Walter. How nice.
Um, in the morning room?

That's right.

Admiral,
how happy I am to see you.

Margaret is here?

- Yes.
- Splendid.

All is well, Briggs?

No one unknown to me
has yet arrived, my lady.

Including the Duke of Brabant.
Oh, where is he?

In my experience, my lady,
royalty is invariably the last.

You will inform me
the moment he arrives.

Yes, my lady.

There's no need to fuss, Maude.
It's going swimmingly.

Good evening, Mrs. Kavanagh.

Bella, my dear!

I know I'm late, and I know
that you will both forgive me.

But dinner at the Draycotts
was inescapable.

But now that I'm here, I promise
to make up for lost time

and be the perfect guest.

My dear.

What is it, Bella?

Your rubies.

Those are your rubies.
But surely you lost them.

They were restored to me
this very day

by Mr. Sutton, my jeweler.

Oh, how fortunate!
Were other items found?

Alas, no.

Walter said
I should not wear them

for fear of upsetting
other bereaved ladies.

Quite.

Lord Faber has a kind heart.

I shall leave my cloak
and join you at once.

Don't look worried, Walter.

I'll not have you
looking worried tonight.

What is that, Briggs?

The list of your guests,
my lady.

List? Are they at a ball
or a company meeting?

It was Mr. Sutton, my lady.

- He insists I check everyone...
- God!

...and that I lock
the back door.

I'm happy to say I did not
even know we had a back door.

Don't fidget, Walter.

- Mrs. Kavanagh!
- What is it?

Your choker.

Do you think you ought
when the thieves might be about?

It is a woman's duty
to look beautiful.

Nothing should stand
in the way of duty.

Her ladyship loaned me out
to Mrs. Markham for her soiree,

and it was dreadful.

So much was took,
so many ladies keeling over.

But your mistress
has her jewels back.

I'm sure that means the tide
is turning.

Another late arrival?

Oh, that's the duke most likely,
ma'am.

Oh, then I must see.

Unmarried dukes

are of particular interest
to widowed ladies.

No, I cannot see a thing.
It is dark out there --

Girl, come here.

Look -- in the shrubbery there.

I don't see nothing, ma'am.

Nor I now, but I swear
I caught a glimpse of a face.

Someone is hiding out there.
I'm sure of it.

Oh, ma'am, suppose it's him.

My hostess must be informed
this very minute.

Maude.

Bella, my dear,
the duke arrives.

Maude, I was looking
through the window just now --

Oh!

- What?
- I swear it!

Oh. Then, um -- No.
Walter must stay with me.

Um, tell Mr. Sutton.
He's inside.

But I don't know Mr. Sutton.

Your highness.

Mr. Sutton?
Oh, say that you are.

I am, ma'am,
and at your service.

Come with me.

I think I've seen
the notorious jewel thief.

I'm not mistaken, I'm sure.

You shouldn't be out here,
you know.

Oh, nonsense, sir.

I'm a woman,
so as curious as a cat,

particularly when I have
a gentleman to protect me.

There!

It was in that shrubbery.

Who's there?

Ah! I hear you.

Oh!
Mr. Sutton.

Come out this instant
and show yourself.

Very well.

How brave you are!

Oh! Oh!

Ooh! Aah!

Ooh! Oh.

We'll soon have you locked away,
my lad.

Perhaps, madam,
you would call a constable?

Oh, yes, I will, at once.

That won't be necessary.

Inspector Illingworth.

You know this creature?

Why are you hiding out here
like a common thief?

It's the thief
I'm waiting for, sir.

You know who it is?

I know who I think it is.

I hope the lady
doesn't take cold.

Yes, uh...

Shall we go back inside,
Mrs., uh...

Kavanagh.
But I don't understand.

You're a fool, Illingworth.

Oh.

Heavens, I'm ruined.

I am known as a celibate man.

You disappoint me.

I hope that you did not mind
my, um --

No, you were right
to raise the alarm.

Would you forgive me
if I admire your collar?

I always forgive compliments.

- I am a jeweler by trade.
- Oh.

A lot of the jewelry here
tonight is the work of my hands,

though not your collar.

Touting for business,
Mr. Sutton?

No, it was made in --

In Paris.

Yes.
The jeweler there is...

Pierre Boileau.

...is but two doors away
from my dressmaker,

which is most convenient.

I should hate to think
of your losing it.

The policemen out there
seem to think that I might.

Boileau's work is excellent.

- Take it from me, Mr. Sutton.
- Madam?

Take it off.
Remove it.

Pretend that you are the thief.

I mean it.

I...I cannot.

Mrs. Kavanagh?

Oh.

You must not look
so disapproving, Maude.

Mr. Sutton was examining
the clip of my collar

to see if it as safe
as the maker claims.

Ah, quite so.
And your burglar?

A false alarm.
A mere inspector of police.

My dear, I should like
to present you to his highness,

the Duke of Brabant.

I saw you from the ballroom
and begged to be presented.

Your highness does me honor.

Do you enjoy the waltz,
Mrs. Kavanagh?

- I dote on it, sir.
- Then...

Look at them glittering
like Christmas trees.

Foolish women.

Foolish, my lady?

Wha--

Well, I am the hostess.

Mrs. Kavanagh
is a fascinating creature.

Ah, dear girl.

And rich beyond the dreams
of avarice,

with a great house
in Cavendish Gardens.

Wealth does give a woman
confidence.

Ah, Sutton.
Here to admire your handiwork?

I tell you, my firm would like
this business settled.

Mind you, the police reckon
that they lay the thief tonight.

The police are outside.

Indeed they are.

If you'll excuse me, Sutton.

I'll have a word with you, sir,
if you'll be so kind -- outside.

First let me give you this.

No, sir, I'll --

Oh!

Forgive me, Mrs. Kavanagh.
It was a jest.

When I heard this gentleman
could not steal your collar,

I had to try.

I can never resist
a challenge...of any sort.

Your highness
is a dangerous man.

A delightful man.

As poor as a church mouse.

You are jealous, Mr. Sutton?

I looked him up
in the Almanach de Gotha.

- He is without wealth.
- Oh!

Bellows!

I'm here, sir.

Good work, Illingworth!
Capital work!

You, uh, have him?

We need no assistance.
Thank you, Mr. Sutton.

We'll soon have him
under control.

- Oh!
- Ohh!

That's enough of that.
Now, you hold still.

Well, I'm pleased
you've caught him.

It'll make you less interested
in other people.

You think so, do you,
Mr. Sutton?

Aah.

How very kind, Reverend...

Baldwin.
Arthur Baldwin.

I am curate of Saint Bidolph's.

How nice.

I do not think
that I have seen you before.

Oh! Goodness!

I'm surrounded by gallants.

I thank you, no,
um, uh, Field Marshal?

Major General, ma'am.
Dunwoodie.

It is pleasant
when formality is cast aside

and strangers may speak.

Yes, I approve
of the new fashions.

Our hostess
is such a dear creature.

- Do you know Lady Faber?
- Well, I --

Oh, yes, of course you do.
How else would you be here?

- As it happens, I --
- Most refreshing.

I'm so pleased
her necklace has been returned.

I believe it is of great value.
Such lovely rubies.

It was an anniversary present.

Soldiers don't know
about such things, ma'am.

- Pardon me, ma'am.
- Oh?

But there.

Service in the army invariably
leads to eccentricity.

- Now, tell me, Mr...
- Uh, Baldwin.

Ah.
Are you new to London?

- Well, I --
- On what do you sermonize?

I --

Oh, I enjoy chatting
to strangers.

There was no call for you
to damn near throttle me.

I come to see Mr. Sutton.

I don't doubt it, lad,

after you'd done your pilfering.

Don't be a fool, Illingworth.

How could he parade a ballroom
dressed like that?

Once a villain,
always a villain.

I swear to you
that Abel is reformed.

Mr. Sutton, what are
these creatures doing here?

Now, my dear, keep calm.

They're not here
at myinvitation.

Indeed we are not.
Inspector Illingworth, ma'am.

We caught this man
on your premises.

I come to see Mr. Sutton, ma'am.

And why should he not?
He's Mr. Sutton's clerk.

Mr. Sutton's something.

I see your ladyship got
her necklace back, after all.

You thought she would not?

It won't prevent me
taking you --

It won't prevent your leaving
at once.

I'll not have you here.
We have royalty in our house.

Milord --

You better cut along,
Illingworth.

Very well, milady.
We shall wait outside.

I'm not interested
in your movements

as long as they're not inside
my house.

It wasn't my doing, Sutton.

I told him I didn't really
believe that --

Oh, damn it!

Well, Abel,
what did you find out?

I went down to Commercial Road
like you told me, gov.

And there's not a grain of truth
in Jaffee's story?

But there is.

There was a Dutch ship
at Limehouse Pier

the night he said, and its
captain does have a wooden leg.

The devil he does!

Well, I didn't see the captain.

I just heard about him
down the Green Duck.

That's where he lodges when he's
here, which is every 10 days,

for he spends his whole time
back and forth

between Limehouse and Rotterdam.

The route.

What's that, gov?

The thief's route
in and out of the country.

Jewels out, money in.

Is the captain at Limehouse now?

Due this very evening.

Then go and see him.
Find out what he knows.

We don't want him.

Only to know if he sold the ruby
necklace to, uh, that man...

- Jaffee?
- Jaffee...

and where he got it.

Right.

Not that way!
Go out the back.

Gonna give them the slip, gov.

I ain't lost all my old skills,
you know.

Oh!

Sutton, as I danced, I saw --
I saw my own wrist,

and my -- my bracelet is gone.

Mr. Sutton.

Mr. Sutton, you remember
my lovely emerald bracelet.

It matched my...

My earrings!

Where are my earrings?

My -- My emerald earrings!

Oh!

Get her into the conservatory.

It's cooler there.

Mr. Sutton, will you assist?

There's no call for fuss.

- Maestro!
- Poor thing!

Such pretty emeralds, too.

Almost as nice as my pear--
My pearls!

My pearls!
Oh, no!

They're running wild!

Ladies!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Ladies, please!

Now, the robber
is here amongst us now!

No one has left.
The doors are guarded.

If, therefore, everyone
would agree to be searched --

No, Mr. Sutton,
never in my house.

But, Maude, only the thief
has anything to fear.

It will be done with decorum.

With your approval, I shall help
Lord Faber with the gentlemen.

May I ask another lady to help?
Lady Faber?

I am at your service,
Mr. Sutton.

Excellent.

And we must be searched first.

As you say.
If you please, my lord.

We shall use my study,
gentlemen.

And we the morning room.

Oh, come, Maude.
Don't put such a face.

Not a damn thing!

Perhaps I hid the loot in
a drawer behind the potted palm,

behind the curtain.

Well, no one would want to be
seen rummaging about.

Eyes will be everywhere now.

Well, come along.
Search me.

Hardly necessary, my lord.

I insist!

Oh, very well.

And then we'll have the duke in.

This business might easily
involve a duke if, as I suspect,

it already involves
a one-legged Dutch sea captain.

♪ ...the wages low

♪ Leave her, Johnny, leave her

♪ It's time for us
to leave her ♪

Captain de Vries?

Landlord said I could come up
and have a word.

♪ Tomorrow
you will get your pay ♪

♪ It's time for us
to leave her ♪

♪ There's Liverpool Pat...

You there, Captain?

♪ Leave her, Johnny, leave her

♪ And Yankee John,
the packet rat ♪

Captain, I'm that sorry
to disturb you,

but my boss wondered if --

Captain?

Oh, my God.

♪ It's time for us...

Ohh!

But to be searched!
Oh!

It was most unpleasant.

How could they expect us
to rob ourselves?

I think we should leave.

Look on it as amusing, ladies.

It is the only entertaining
evening I've had in London.

Your highness!

Walter, we're ruined.

Nonsense, my dear.

We have searched
every single lady.

And every married one, Maude.
We even searched each other.

And not a thing have we found.

We've been no luckier.

It would have been bad enough

to find something
and unmask the thief.

But to behave so outrageously
and fail --

Now, come, my dear,
a bite of supper.

I shall never eat again.

You must join your guests,
Maude.

Most of whom will
leave at once, never to return.

- Where is Mr. Sutton?
- He'll be out directly.

- I only wanted to say goodbye.
- Oh, Bella.

No, Maude. You know that
I am always the first to leave.

My dear, soon.

My dear, very soon.

I'll wait.

Oh. Sutton?

Bella Kavanagh
wishes to say good night.

A moment, my lord.
I took the liberty --

I'm glad to see someone
can work the damn thing.

Yes.
Quite fascinating.

I'm afraid of it.

Thank you.

Yes.
Soon, I hope.

Au revoir, my friend.
All my thanks.

Do you, uh --
Do you hear all right?

Very well.

I, uh -- I must pay you.

- Oh, don't talk rot.
- I insist.

My call cost 8 shillings
for three minutes.

8 shillings?
That's a lot of money.

I was telephoning
a very long way.

Oh.

Nothing was found?

Not on the guests, our host,
the duke, the servants, anyone.

Someone will leave this house
with a small fortune in jewelry.

I can't help wondering
if Maude was wrong,

if we should have had
the police in.

They would have been duped
as we were duped.

Short of searching everyone
again in the street...

I'll take my coat now,
if you please.

You may search me if you wish,
Mr. Sutton,

for I am leaving now.

It has been a very great
pleasure, Mrs. Kavanagh.

I hope we meet again.

Oh, have you eaten, sir?
It is really excellent.

Later.

I must say that excitement
in being searched --

It gives the appetite an edge.

- I don't see the major general.
- The major general?

You were with him earlier.
We didn't search him.

Oh, yes,
I-I saw a soldier.

But I-I don't know
what became of him.

My man, there was a soldier,
a major general.

Where is he now?

With your permission, sir.

Briggs.

Can I get you something,
Mr. Sutton?

We didn't search
the major general.

The major general.

Ah, that would be
General Dunwoodie, sir.

Oh, no, sir.
He left quite early.

Your servants aren't
very bright.

Oh, come, Mr. Sutton, sir.

I just asked a footman
who looked at me

as though
I was talking Hottentot.

Not one of mine, then, sir.
One of the hired help.

Hired?

From the caterer, sir --
the Universal Provider.

I think they were
more displeased

at being searched by me

than were the gentry
by Lord Faber and yourself, sir.

The Universal Provider.
Of course.

Everyone uses them, sir.
They have an excellent name.

I'm told they, um --

Sir?

All those empties out and about.

Come on. Get a move on.
How many more of those to come?

Come on, then. Get a move on.
We haven't got all night.

How many more are there, Simon?

Oh, can I, uh --
Can I direct you, sir?

Who, uh --
Who is in charge here?

I, sir.
Mr. Piercy, at your service.

Of the Universal Provider?

No, sir, Mr. Piercy,
theUniversal Provider,

by royal appointment.

You cater all the parties
and balls?

I'd give little
for one I don't cater, sir.

The Countess of Pargeter?
Mrs. Manningham-Hardy?

Lady Hallingham?
Lady Rudge?

Yes. All my clients, sir,
and most satisfied.

Henley and Ascot
and the Opera House.

All your people
have been searched?

Oh, every last one of them, sir.

Even myself.

That Mr. Briggs takes a great
deal on himself, for a butler.

Not enough!
I want everything, sir!

All of it!

Is it -- Is it really necessary?

It's how the stuff is got out,
don't you know?

- Are you suggesting --
- I'm suggesting

that some of your people --
perhaps only one -- is involved.

Whoever steals the jewelry --

Why, all he has to do
is to wrap them in a napkin,

hide them beneath a plate
under some food,

and out the back door they go.

Goodness gracious.

I see you fear
for your reputation.

Indeed I do.
Everything must be examined.

Right. We'll -- We'll have
that hamper back!

Uh, everything is --
Everything is to be searched.

Even the scrap pails?

Even the scrap pails.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Get a move on.

Gov? Gov?

Abel!

What's happened to your head?

Don't fret about that, gov.
He's dead.

Dead?

The Dutch captain -- in his bed.

Been stabbed through the heart
like a bloater on a hook.

Tonight of all nights.

There was a Gladstone bag
in the room, gov, full of gold.

I was looking at it
when somebody clouted me --

the murderer, I reckon.

When I comes to,
bag and whoever -- gone.

What manner of gold?

Coins.
Not sovereigns -- foreign coins.

Dutch.

Rotterdam is the center
of the trade.

Who'd suspect a sea captain with
a proper business of his own?

Why'd they kill him
if he was so useful?

Because he exceeded his duties.

Yes.
The ripening rubies.

I don't follow.

The thief was here tonight.
We know that to our cost.

And the thief saw
Lady Faber's necklace,

the necklace they stole
a week back.

- So they knew, Abel!
- That's more than I do.

Knew they'd been betrayed.

Not a thing, sir.
Not so much as a little bead.

Splendid, Mr. Piercy, splendid.
Thank you.

- I'm going.
- I'll come with you.

No.
Stay here.

If I'm not back in 45 minutes,

bring Inspector Illingworth
to this address.

- Do you think you ought to, gov?
- Now, here...is my watch.

In 45 minutes.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Inspector Illingworth?

Mr. Sutton sends his respects,
sir.

I'm pleased you used
the tradesmen's entrance,

Mr. Sutton.

I'll shoot without hesitation
if you move.

In this room, you could
hardly fail to hit someone.

I thought you were a fool,
Mr. Sutton.

I was wrong.

The police will be here
directly.

Police.
You hear, my friends?

You can only kill one,

so each has an even chance,
which is odds enough for them.

They're wrong.
I'll shoot you.

Not foolish at all.

How did he get on to us?

- She said something.
- Women!

Be quiet.

She said nothing.

Then tell us, Mr. Sutton.

We have a natural curiosity
concerning our downfall.

Your collar, Mrs. Kavanagh.

You made the mistake
of flirting with a jeweler.

Eminent jewelers
are invariably rich.

That was the only reason.

I knew at once
that it was paste.

Though you recognized it
as by Boileau?

Oh, yes.

I telephoned him.

In Paris?

One has been able to telephone
Paris these past twelvemonth.

Of course.

And Boileau was indiscreet.

He made two collars for you --
one real, one paste.

So, I wore the paste tonight
because of the robberies.

A child would understand.

No woman with diamonds
would ever wear paste.

You sold the real one back
to Boileau months ago.

I must change my jeweler.

You are not rich, Mrs. Kavanagh,
as society believes.

You have no servants.
Your house is in tatters.

I promise you my life will soon
be what it was before --

Before your husband
shot himself?

Mr. Sutton!

Shot himself because
you ruined him with your greed?

People in Paris know,
if people in London do not.

Thank goodness so few people
have your precious telephone.

Tip that milk can
onto the table.

I'll shoot her
and be pleased to do it.

We must do
as the tradesman says.

What do you want for your share,
Mr. Sutton?

I know how you treat people
with whom you share.

The Dutchman was murdered
by your military friend.

I'll find somebody else.

You underpaid him!
He wouldn't have stolen if --

Be quiet!

To think that I need creatures
like you.

I wonder about you,
Mr. Sutton, jeweler.

Are you as grand as you pretend?

Do you not have a price?

Your police.

As I promised.

So, all is lost, gentlemen.

I do not at all know how
I shall fit into prison society.

Come in, Abel.
Don't be a fool.

Never more welcome, old friend.

Your hands in the air...

...if you please, Mr. Sutton.

Universal Provider indeed.

Kill him,
but not with that, not here.

Take him to the top of
the stairs and throw him down.

He'll break his neck
and be mistaken for a burglar.

The police suspect him already.

And then you shall go
to Rotterdam with these.

Goodbye, Mr. Sutton, shopkeeper!

To take orders from a woman.

A very clever woman, Mr. Sutton,
a remarkably clever woman.

What she wants she takes.

And what she don't want...
she gets rid of.

Aaaah!

In there -- two of them!

Go!

The jewels are in the back.

You are persistent, sir!

Always, madam.

You will allow me to pass.

I have not yet done
with society.

I think society has done
with you, Mrs. Kavanagh.

Mr. Sutton, could you kindly --

No, Inspector.

I've had enough of jewels
for one evening.