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Right, sir.

New York to Southampton
via Liverpool.

We have the name
of the passenger.

Now, what are the
cabin requirements?

A single cabin.

Single cabins port
and starboard here, sir,

from midships to stern.

That cabin, A15.

A15, ah, can I give you
a little advice, sir?

I'd recommend further forward.

That's a bit toward the stern.

You get a bit of
roll there, sir.

I want A15.

Well, I really
recommend that you have-

Did you hear me, sir?

I said, I want cabin A15.

Oh yes, sir, you
have what you want.

I was only trying to advise.

- $150, correct?
- That's right.

In Edwardian times

there lived many detectives,

The Rivals of Sherlock Holmes.

Are you arguing with me?

No, ma'am.

This ship vibrates.

I can't sleep at night.

Probably the reciprocating
engine, ma'am.

Quite normal.

Normal? Rubbish.

I've complained
to Lord Altington,

and perhaps he'll
do me the courtesy

of reciprocating with
a more plausible explanation.

I say, Horrocks.

I hate to mention this, old boy,

but last night I had a bit
of a run in with my steward.

Wanted a drink, not
late, midnight or so.

He seemed reluctant to oblige.

He's looking even surlier today.

Name of Garnett.

Garnett?

Hmm, I shall change your steward

to Masterson, Sir Edward.

I think you will always
find him most obliging.

Good chap. Spot on.

Good grief, Taylor.

Mrs. Vanrenen's.

Are my eyes deceiving me,
or have you been trundling that stuff

between the baggage
room and her cabin

ever since we left New York?

Eighth load, this trip.

There's no room to
swing a cat in there.

Oh.

Purser's office,
Horrocks speaking.

Yes, sir.

Immediately, sir.

Hold the fort,
will you, Robbins?

Yes, sir.

Horrocks?

Captain wants to see
you on the bridge.

I have to see Lord Altington.

Captain's orders
have precedence.

Lord Altington pays
my wages and yours.

Do me a favor, Clayton.

Say I can't be found.

Do I owe you any
favors, Horrocks?

None.

Then I shall tell the captain

that you are more frightened

of Lord Altington's
tongue than his.

Damn you, Clayton.

Purser, I don't know if it's
yourself or your clothes,

but your appearance
needs smartening up.

Now, do that.

Smarten yourself up.

Oh, damn it, man, stop fussing.

That's enough.

Now, Mr. Horrocks, in case
it's escaped your notice,

we are breaking two
records on this voyage.

One, we're carrying the
largest consignment of bullion

ever to cross the
North Atlantic,

a quarter of a million in gold.

Two, we're making the fastest
ever transatlantic crossing,

New York, Liverpool,
Southampton.

So I've heard, my lord.

Eight nights,

We've been at sea four days.

Indications are the
things in the bag.

Yes, my lord.

I've received a complaint
from a Mrs. Pallin,

vibration disturbing
her, apparently.

- I know about that, my lord.
- Oh, do you indeed?

And may I remind her
it's your responsibility

- to deal with such complaints?
- Yes, sir.

You explained, of course,
that we were on a record-breaking run?

No, sir.

I understood you didn't wish
the passengers to know, sir.

I didn't wish them
to be disappointed

if for any reason we
failed to bring it off.

But we're past the halfway
mark, 12 hours in hand.

I have every confidence,
no need to give it under hatches any longer.

Very good, my lord.

There are two men on board,

a Mr. Fox and Mr. Gaylord.

They come from the scrapings

and leavings of our society,

the ill-named
gentlemen of the press.

I've seen them, my lord.

They're here to give
our crossing publicity.

Yes, my lord.

You will treat them in
such generous consideration

that they will not do
the dastardly on us in the unlikely event

that we fail to reach
Southampton in eight nights. - Yes, my lord.

Get them drunk
and keep them drunk

from here to Southampton docks.

Certainly, my lord.

Lastly, the safety
of the bullion

is your entire responsibility.

I understand that, my lord.

You will double your
checks on the specie room.

Yes, my lord.

Taylor.

Mrs Vanrenen again?

- Second lot tonight.
- Oh, dear.

I'll go and have
a talk with her.

Come in.

Mrs. Vanrenen?

Yes.

Oh, allow me to
introduce myself, ma'am.

Horrocks, ships purser.

Yes. Mr. Horrocks

Madam, this cabin is
a little overfull of luggage.

If there was to be a storm,

it might fall and do
you serious injury.

Allow me to explain,
Mr. Horrocks,

for there is an explanation.

You see, my husband
died 10 days ago.

Hmm, I offer my humble
condolences, ma'am.

He was American.

When he died, I wanted to return

to the comfort of
my family in England,

hence the luggage.

Yes, ma'am.

All our personal effects.

At the cost of
some inconvenience

to the steward,
whom I will reward,

I am now sorting through
everything for the first time.

Discarding this, keeping that.

I quite understand, ma'am.

Well, the task
will soon be completed,

the cabin tidy once more.

I understand you have the
electric telegraph onboard.

Yes, ma'am.

I have to go to London.

Is it possible to telegraph
for hotel accommodation?

I shall be happy to do
that for you, ma'am.

Mr. Gaylord, Mr. Fox,
may I introduce myself?

Horrocks, ship's purser.

Oh, you're the chap who
brought the case of champers?

Yes, sir.

- Top-hole.
- Terrific.

And as soon as the cogs
need further lubrication,

I'll be happy to
send up another case.

- Oh, delightful.
- Real sport.

And if there's any other
service I can do for you...

Well, as a matter
of fact, there is.

Mr. Fox and I have just
concluded that our brains

are in an accelerating
state of decomposition.

You couldn't possibly
write 800 words of copy

about this
record-breaking attempt?

I'm afraid I'm not very good
at the writing lark, sir.

Nor me.

Trouble is, this kind of record

isn't of any
interest to anybody,

except the owners of this ship.

Contrary to our editor's
quaint, old-fashioned notions.

Prompted by a handsome drop

- from Lord Atlington.
- Quite so.

Boredom is not news,

so Horrocks, come
up with something.

How do you mean, sir?

Well, you're carrying
a fortune in gold

in your specie room,

chuck it all over board.

Then we can write that
it's been lost at sea.

A scoop, a veritable scoop.

Toot, toot.

Or better still, get
somebody to steal it.

I'm afraid it's impossible
to steal it, sir.

Oh, why?

Well, the specie
room is impregnable.

And anyway, how will you
get the stuff ashore?

Excuse me, sir, could I have
a word with you, please?

Yes.

Oh, good night, gentlemen.

- Enjoy yourselves.
- Oh, good night, old boy.

- Toot, toot.
- Sorry to bother you, sir,

but I thought I'd
better inform you.

I've just walked
through B Deck pantry.

I think you should see
what's going on down there.

Steward.

Last card, Mr. Clayton

Yes, I know.

Ooh!

The curse of Scotland,
nine of diamonds.

Any use to you?

Oh ho ho.

Um, 10 guineas.

All right, your 10
guineas and up 20 guineas.

You're bluffing.

Call me.

Another drink?

What's going on here?

Mr. Clayton and I
were just having a little thrust of the cards, sir.

Against captain's orders?

But you wouldn't report us
now, would you, Mr. Horrocks?

How much have you lost, Clayton?

None of your business.

I'll see your 20 guineas.

Have you got it, sir?

I'll add it to my note.

Oh, no, no, I'm afraid not.

I already have your
notes for 200 pounds.

That's quite enough.

Have you the coin to
raise me 20 guineas.

God help you, Clayton.

Lend me 20 guineas,
will you, Horrocks?

I'll pay you back shortly.

I'm sorry, it's out
of the question.

Thank you, Mr. Clayton.

I'll have the 200 pounds
when we dock at Southampton.

After that, I'll play you again.

Anytime.

Does he cheat?

No.

No, he's just skillful.

You can't give him 200 pounds.

800.

What?

I have other gambling
debts ashore.

Oh, you must be mad.

Yes.

God almighty.

If only I could get
my hands on 300 pounds,

I could pay everyone a little
and that would suffice.

Where are you going to get
a fortune like 300 pounds?

- Well, you could help me.
- Me?

Oh, come off it, Horrocks,
it was in the Liverpool paper 12 months ago,

your uncle died,
they printed his will.

He left you 2,000 pounds.

- It's spent.
- I don't believe you.

- True.
- On what?

I can't tell you,
but it is spent.

Look, I'm asking for 800 pounds.

All I want is
a couple of hundred.

I can pay Mr. Taylor 100
and 100 to my shore debtors.

I haven't got it,
I really haven't.

I don't believe you.

It's impossible for a man to
spend 2,000 pounds in a year.

Unless you've got
some secret vices

10 times more
expensive than mine.

The only money I've
got are my earnings.

And even if I had money,
I wouldn't pay your debts.

- Go to the captain.
- That's impossible.

You know gambling's
not allowed on board.

Tell him everything.

What, and ruin my
prospects for promotion?

At least he might cancel
your debt with Taylor.

So you refuse to help
a brother officer in need.

I told you, go
and see the captain.

I've a good mind to
kill you, Horrocks.

Take your keys
and rob the specie room.

Don't be daft.

Mind my advice, Mr. Clayton.

Good night.

23:00 hours.

Specie room checked,
bullion intact.

Well, Mr. Clayton.

I wondered...

Yes.

Do you think we'll make it, sir?

Our owners instruct
me we'll make it.

It's all right in
theory, I suppose.

Lord Altington
is not a theorist.

Our passage will take eight days

or many of us will be
looking for a new job.

Do you follow?

Yes, sir.

Then I showed him mine.

Now, the interesting thing was,

the disparity of the two lists

was around the region-

Morning, my lord.

Can you
get out of my way, Purser?

Good morning, Mr. Horrocks.

Oh, good morning, ma'am.

I've only been on
deck three minutes

and I feel quite
refreshed already.

Yeah.

It is a bracing day.

Not too cold.

Was that Lord Altington?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm most impressed.

I've been looking at
the passenger list.

Two knights and one peer
of the realm on board.

The Town Line
must attract the nobility.

That can be an advantage
and a disadvantage. - Why's that?

You will often find that men
who've received knighthoods

for exceptional services
to their country

are also exceptional
in other directions.

Exceptionally loud.

Exceptionally rude.

And exceptionally mean.

Oh, come, Mr. Horrocks.

You're far to amiable a man

to hold such strong opinions.

I've been ticked off
for it before, ma'am.

A purser isn't supposed to
hold opinions of his own.

Why are you different?

Well, I've been a comparatively
short time at sea.

10 years.

Before that I was a
shipping clerk in Liverpool.

I'm not so steeped
in the tradition

of the mercantile marine

that I haven't still a few
opinions of my own left.

10 years is a long time.

Oh, I don't know.

Not if you love
the sea and the service.

My husband loved the sea.

He was a great sailor.

We'd go sailing on
the few afternoons

he took away from
his business affairs.

There weren't many.

I fear he overworked.

He was only 42, Mr. Horrocks.

A terrible tragedy, ma'am.

Forgive me, ma'am, but
you're a young woman,

I'm sure your husband
would have wished you

to have the courage and
fortitude to go forward

and make a new
life for yourself.

You're very kind, Mr. Horrocks.

Thank you, ma'am.

My steward tells me

we're carrying a fortune
in gold on board ship.

True, it's a big
responsibility for me.

Why is that?

Seeing to the safety
of all valuables aboard

is part of my job.

Oh, how'd you feel about
taking responsibility

for such a fortune?

To tell you the truth,

I'm a little bit worried.

Good evening, Sir Edward.

Good evening, Horrocks.

He's a bit of a card,
isn't he, Robbins?

Well, Liverpool tomorrow

and all the usual
dockside chaos.

I'm turning in.

You should do the same.

Right, sir.

See you in the morning, lad.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night.

We have many fine
restaurants in Liverpool.

I hope you will find
this one satisfactory,

the Tara Hotel.

Your bill will of
course be taken care of.

Jolly good show.

Oh, you'll find a cab

the other side of
the customs house.

- Thanks, old boy.
- Liverpool lasses,

here we come.

Enjoy
yourselves, gentlemen.

Uh, Mr. Horrocks,
this is Mr. Jacobs

of the Royal Northern Bank.

Oh, how do you do, Mr. Jacobs?

Mr. Horrocks.

Might I ask how you intend
to transport the gold?

I've a motor vehicle and
three porters on the quay.

I'll take a direct to
Lime Street terminus,

from thence it'll go
by rail to London.

Splendid.

Robbins, get the porters aboard.

Yes, sir.

Meanwhile, we will
check the consignment.

This way, if you please, Mr. Jacobs,

if you'll follow me.

Empty!

Six full and six empty.

I regret to say, Mr. Purser,

we've been robbed of
125,000 pounds in gold.

And the responsibility,
sir, is yours.

My God.

Impossible!

Ridiculous! Outrageous!

How could it happen?

I don't know, my Lord.

And you, Inspector,
are stating there was no forcible entry

of the specie room.

I've examined it
thoroughly, sir.

However, I shall go over
it again, inch by inch.

But there's no doubt in my mind
that entry must've been through the door with a key.

Your key, Mr. Horrocks.

No, my lord.

Is it possible that anyone
could have used your key

to make a wax impression?

It's out of the question.

This key is kept on a chain

'round my neck 24 hours a day.

Which leaves us with
the inevitable conclusion,

Horrocks, that you
must be the thief.

- No, my Lord.
- If not the actual thief, then the thief by default.

The responsibility of
the bullion was yours.

My lord, Inspector Trent,

why isn't this ship
being sealed off

and the passengers
stopped from going ashore?

- Yes, quite right.
- Have you taken leave of your senses?

If we imprison the passengers,

news of the robbery will
get to the press in no time.

We shall be known as the line

whose vessels anyone can rob,

the Northern Bank, the
bank who can't be trusted

to guard the bullion
of its customers.

Correct, Mr. Jacobs?

Indeed, my lord.

We sail in three
hours, Inspector.

I consider it your duty

to accompany us to Southampton

to continue your investigations.

I'm afraid that won't
be possible, sir.

This ship cannot leave Liverpool

until I've completed my
preliminary investigations.

We're on a record-breaking run.

Know what that means?

I'm sorry about that, sir.

And I'm sorry about you, sir.

Your chief constable's
a very good friend of mine.

- Know what that means?
- Yes, my Lord.

So you will make the passage
to Southampton with us.

- Understood?
- Yes, my lord.

- And you, Horrocks.
- Yes, my lord.

You will remain purser
on board this ship

until we dock in Southampton.

Unless the gold and the
thief are discovered by then,

you will be dismissed.

Yes, my lord.

Out!

Out!

Oh, Mr. Horrocks.

- Oh, ma'am.
- What is going on?

Nothing to worry about,
ma'am, nothing to cause alarm.

Mr. Gaylord says
there's been a robbery.

Gaylord?

But he went ashore
two hours ago.

No, I saw him
talking to a steward

outside your office
about 20 minutes ago.

Sorry, ma'am,
you must excuse me.

Robbins, have you
seen Mr. Gaylord?

Yes, sir, he's
just going ashore.

Damn!

Good evening, gentlemen.

- Ah!
- Horrocks.

You cunning deceiver.

Have a drink.

What are you saying, Mr. Fox?

I went back to the ship.

Forgot me pipe.

Steward told me,
some lucky fellow

got off with 125,000
pounds in gold.

Now, that's a real story.

To hell with
transatlantic records.

Just a rumor,
there's no truth in it.

It's also a rumor that
you could have pinched it.

You look as though
you need a drink.

I think I do.

What's your tipple,
Mr. Horrocks?

An extremely large malt.

You, uh, you wanted me, sir?

I wanted Mr. Horrocks, lad.

Yes, sir. Well, I've
been looking for him.

Well?

Well, it seems he's
disappeared, sir.

Disappeared?

Well, I think he's
gone ashore, sir.

Our editors were
absolutely delighted.

Got telegraphs back
from them straight away,

saying the whole story
has gone straight to press.

Make all tomorrow's
first editions.

Wouldn't surprise me

if we didn't get
promotion out of this.

Mm, deeply indebted
to you, old boy.

Not true.

Not a word of truth in it.

No, of course not.

Cue for another drink.

Isn't that our first officer?

So it is.

And a comely looker with him.

His wife.

Is it okay to drink with them?

Well, with the Town Steamship
Company paying, why not?

I shall promote your
offer, gentlemen.

If you will excuse me.

Clayton.

Horrocks, I...

Um, I don't think
my wife, Esther.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Well, I would ask
you to join us,

only my wife and myself

are having a
private celebration.

Oh, champagne.

Yes, the finest.

Might I ask what
you're celebrating?

Why?

Curiosity.

Well, we're celebrating
my promotion to captain.

- Captain?
- Well, it hasn't happened yet,

but I told Esther I'd
probably make captain

either this trip or the next

and she slightly
anticipated events, didn't you, darling?

- Yes, I think I might-
- However, I shall be captain

soon enough.

Do start.

Do you know the specie
room's been robbed?

Yes, and you're in
a great deal of hot water.

How very unfortunate for you.

This celebration
must be costing you

a great deal of money.

Well, what are you getting at?

You're not suggesting
that this was paid for

by robbing the specie room?

I have never wittingly
slandered anybody, sir.

But I must say what I think

if it will further the truth.

Oh, don't give me
a wind, Horrocks.

Get to the point.

It concerns Mr. Clayton, sir.
I know he-

Oh, come in. Come in.

Ah, Mr. Horrocks.

I heard you were here.

Where the devil have you been?

- I went ashore, Inspector.
- Yes.

And he's apparently come
back with some gossip

you might care to listen to.

Oh, what?

Mr. Clayton, our first officer,

has gambling debts
of some 800 pounds.

Hmm, has he, by Jove?

He tried to borrow
money from me.

I refused him.

So?

He threatened to
rob the specie room.

Clayton
rob the specie room, utter nonsense.

I thought so myself
at the time, sir.

But at the moment he
is at the Tara Hotel

spending a large sum of money

on a celebration with his wife.

A large sum of money.

Well, what of it?

I can't help wondering
how he came by it, sir.

What do you damn
mean by that, sir?

Be careful what you're saying.

There are laws of slander.

Which are second in precedence

to our need to solve this crime.

Go on, Mr. Horrocks.

That's all, Inspector.

And not very much.

While we're about it,

take a look at this
man, Inspector.

Clayton tells me
that in 12 months,

you've managed to spend
the entire 2,000 pounds

your uncle left you.

Do you wish to comment on that?

I would rather say
nothing, Captain.

So I wonder what expensive
vices you have, Purser.

And I'd advise you
to go carefully,

because the fact
of the matter is

that you are still
suspect number one.

It seems that I am
suspect number one.

Impossible, sir.

My orphanage, you're
the only one on the ship

- who knows about it.
- Yes, sir.

Setting it up used every
penny of my uncle's legacy

and I need every penny of
my wage to keep it going.

But Lord Altington
expects his pursers

to give their whole
existence to the job.

He'd be furious if he knew
I had another interest

outside his wretched company.

True, sir.

As far as the outside
world is concerned,

I'm just a man who squandered
2,000 pounds in 12 months

on some mysterious vice.

And therefore, I've every
motive for the robbery.

You are in a predicament, sir.

Yes,

but I fear I will not
find the solution in this.

Enter.

We've searched two
decks, nothing so far.

Wait outside, will you, lad?

Yes, sir.

Had any thoughts about
any other suspect

crew or passengers?

I can't think of
anybody, Inspector.

Odd.

How'd you mean odd?

I've talked to the barman.

Sir Edward Markham
has run up large bills,

which he hasn't paid.

You, as purser, would
know this, of course

Sir Edward is an honorable man.

And a well-known London
rake and a bankrupt,

and therefore a
first-class suspect.

I must say he has been
behaving mysteriously.

Has he?

Bring your keys, we'll
search his cabin.

This ship will be sailing

for Southampton in 15 minutes.

The only remaining
gangway is on C Deck, aft.

Will all visitors please
leave immediately.

Horrocks.

Oh, good evening, Sir Edward.

Please
leave immediately.

What on earth is going on here?

- Um...
- Good evening, sir.

Inspector Trent,
Liverpool Police.

You presumably know

there's been a bullion
robbery on this ship.

I had heard, yes.

We are therefore
searching certain cabins.

Why my cabin, Inspector?

You were being
observed on occasion

creeping about the ship-

Creeping?

in a suspicious manner
and late at night.

Can you explain?

What?

Oh, that.

Well, the explanation's
quite simple.

We're both men of
the world, Inspector.

Why don't you ask my maid?

Your maid?

I think you'll find
her most forthcoming.

Oh, sir, Mr. Clayton's
wife gave me this letter

just before we sailed.

She said I was to hand
it to you personally.

Thank you, Robbins.

"Dear, Horrocks.

It is true that I
have large debts.

It is true that I
made playful threat

to rob the specie room.

It is true that tonight my wife

laid on an expensive
meal at the Tara Hotel,

but this was paid for

by money borrowed
from a moneylender."

Listen to this, Robbins.

"On your gossiping tongue,

these facts could
prove most damaging

and I have therefore decided

to stay ashore until
the real villain

of the piece is discovered.

I would earnestly suggest

you make every
effort to find him,

for if I end up in jail,
it will be your doing.

And on my solemn word of honor,

I'll kill you when I get out.

Yours truly, Godfrey Clayton,

First Officer, RMS Oceanic."

Well, he certainly
won't achieve anything

by running away, sir.

"Postscriptum, when I walked
the boat that last night,

I heard banging noises
coming from below

in an area where
the specie room lies.

I thought nothing of it
until these recent events.

Find the villain, Horrocks.

Your life is at stake."

What are you going to do, sir?

The key never left my person.

They couldn't have
brought the gold

through the alleyway, the
thief would have been seen.

No.

The answer must be in here.

And Clayton said
a banging noise.

A banging noise?

A banging noise.

That sounds like wood.

It is wood.

Mr. Horrocks?

Mr. Horrocks?

Taylor, just the man.

Come in here.

Give me a hand.

What are you doing, sir?

Knock the, knock those
rivets off, will you?

That's impossible, sir.

Why?

- That's solid steel, sir.
- No, no.

They're wood painted
to look like steel.

Go on, knock them off.

Very good, sir.

- Yeah.
- Well, I'm damned!

Yeah, go on, knock them all off.

The bulkhead is steel.

The rivets are wood.

A false bulkhead.

Behind it, the real bulkhead

with a hole cut in it.

Diabolical.

Inboard of the specie room
are the ship's water tanks.

No, no, no, it must be
from above or below.

You stay here, Robbins,
I'll be on the boat deck.

Yes sir.

The ship's water tank
about 10 feet from here.

But where is it filled up?

Water tank
immediately below here.

The equipment lowered down here.

No, no, it's too exposed.

No, it's impossible.

Take too long, bound to be seen.

There has to be another way.

My God.

Mr. Horrocks?

Inspector Trent wants you!

What's going on?

Mr. Horrocks?

Oh, my God, what's happened?

May I remind you, Inspector,

that we dock in
Southampton in four hours.

What progress have you made?

Beyond the fact that I
am now reasonably certain

that the bullion was somehow
got ashore at Liverpool

and that our principal suspect,

First Officer
Clayton, has vanished,

there's not much more we can do

until Mr. Horrocks
returns to consciousness.

Luckily our Mr. Horrocks
was endowed at birth

with a singularly thick skull.

I've no doubt he'll recover.

I fancy that any
statement he makes

will be vital to
my investigation.

I fancy it will, Inspector.

Come in.

Oh, Mr. Horrocks'
compliments, sir.

He requests you
come to his cabin.

- He what?
- Well, he thinks he knows

how the species room
was robbed, sir.

Good grief, Purser,
you look appalling.

My lord, Inspector Trent,

please be seated.

Mr. Horrocks, I trust
you are fit enough

to make a statement?

First things first.

I want a telegraph
sent to Mrs. Clayton.

Tell her to come to Southampton,

I've definite proof her
husband is not guilty.

Proof? What proof?

Before anything else,
let me tell you,

the specie room,
how it was robbed.

Never mind how it was robbed,

- who robbed it?
- The thieves,

two of them, approached
their task thus.

Imagine this box to
be the specie room.

They found a way of gaining
access from the side.

It's impossible!

They cut a hole in the
starboard bulkhead here.

What with?
A pair of scissors, I suppose.

No, my lord.

With that newfangled oxyhydrogen
steel cutting equipment.

Oxyhy...

Purser, are you hallucinating?

I don't understand
a word you're saying.

No, my lord.

Having moved,

having removed a section
of the starboard bulkhead,

they took out the gold.

Then came their diabolical plan.

They brought in, through
the hole like this,

a new false section of bulkhead

made of steel but with wooden,

wooden rivets.

I can't hear you.

False section. Wooden what?

When he's recovered his
senses, call me again.

Yes, sir.

Oh...

Did you understand any of that?

Something about
a new bulkhead section

brought into the specie room,

disguised with wooden rivets.

Wooden rivets?

Yes.

Come on, we better take a look.

Plan...

The plan, Robbins.

The plan, lad.

Inboard of the specie room here

are the ship's water tank.

Yes.

Between the tank and the deck,

a gap of five feet,

a catwalk.

Crawl across to
the, to the specie room.

But that's impossible,
Mr. Horrocks.

Mr. Horrocks?

Come on, lad.

We'll take another look
at the specie room.

I can't get a proper
statement out of him

when he's in this condition.

It's,

it's,

it's the only way of access.

It must have been.

The thieves entered
from, from cabin A15.

They must've done.

No time left.

Southampton.

Cabin A15.

Extraordinary.

But how could anybody
get behind this, sir?

It's impossible.

Look.

What's that , sir?

Scorch marks on the metal.

It looks as though this
edge has being cut recently.

Oxyhydrogen cutting equipment.

Mr. Horrocks was right.

Go fetch the plan.

Yes, sir.

Diabolical.

Mr. Horrocks has gone, sir.

What?

Vanished.

Well, don't stand
there, go and find him!

Hello, there!

The specie room.

Anybody in the specie room?

Mr. Horrocks.

It can't be.

Stand back.

It is.

Mr. Horrocks?

Stand back!

Mr. Horrocks.

That's how it was
done, Inspector.

So I see.

But, who did it?

Who did it?

Taylor, for one.

Taylor?

He was the one
responsible for this.

He also happens
to be the steward

responsible for cabin number 15.

And what's that
got to do with it?

You will see.

Robbins, go to the Royal Bar,

there's a whist drive on there.

More than likely the occupant
of cabin 15 will be there.

- Yes, sir, but I-
- Use any excuse you like,

but get the said occupant
back to the cabin.

I'll be waiting.

Yes, sir.

If it's not asking too much,

who is the said occupant?

One thing at a time, Inspector.

I can't have you
arresting anybody

on such a serious charge

unless you're absolutely
certain of their guilt.

I will try to
extract a confession.

Meanwhile, you will be
listening outside the door.

Shh!

Mr. Horrocks?

What are you doing here?

Good evening, ma'am.

What has happened to you?

A misfortune, ma'am.

Happily nothing too serious.

You look terribly ill.

Please, sit down.

Thank you, ma'am.

When did this happen?

Have you seen the ship's doctor?

Yes, ma'am.

Surely you should be in bed.

I'm afraid that's impossible,

I have unfinished business.

Then I will rest.

What can I do for you?

A small matter.

Just in case you should ever
happen to travel with us again,

we like to know as much as
we can about our passengers.

Yes?

For instance, you
say you are a widow.

Yes.

But I believe you are not
a widow, Mrs. Vanrenen.

I think you are an actress.

I don't follow.

Being a widow was
a clever excuse

to explain away the
extraordinary amount of luggage

you found it necessary
to keep in your cabin.

I don't understand!

It's quite simple, ma'am.

In collusion with
the steward, Taylor,

you booked a specific
cabin on this ship.

This one, cabin A15.

Nonsense!

Those trunks were
supposed to contain

your personal effects.

In fact, they contain,
amongst other things,

oxyhydrogen steel
cutting equipment.

Cutting equipment?

When this ship
docked at Liverpool,

the oxyhydrogen cylinders,

a damaged piece of
bulkhead, and the gold

went ashore in those trunks

as the household effects of
an apparently harmless widow.

Leave this cabin at once, sir!

Which way, ma'am?

Through the door?

Or this way,

through the exit so
ingeniously made by Mr. Taylor?

Oh, yes, we realized

you couldn't have brought
this off single-handed.

The sheer weight of
the equipment involved,

say nothing of
the technical skill,

required someone of
unusual strengths

and exceptional craftsmanship.

Taylor suited your
requirements exactly.

Well, ma'am?

So Mr. Horrocks,
you've had your say,

now I'll have mine.

The existence of that panel
is a complete surprise to me.

You have not one shred
of evidence against me.

And I deny absolutely
any knowledge

of what you've just told me.

I assumed you'd say that, ma'am.

Unhappily for you, however,

Mr. Taylor has
already confessed.

What?

He told me everything.

Oh, no, he'd never turn...

Against you?

I fear he has.

Oh, my God.

Might I suggest you turn
King's evidence, ma'am.

Admit your guilt and give
evidence against Taylor.

You do admit it, don't you?

How can I do deny it?

Did you hear
everything, Inspector?

Everything.

Get some rest. Mr. Horrocks,

you've earned it.

Mrs. Vanrenen, I must ask
you to make a statement.

Come along, sir.

Good day, ma'am.

Unforgivable.
Quite unforgivable.

What's that sir?

I tricked her, lad.

A terrible thing to do.

What, Taylor's
confession you mean?

Thought that was damn
clever of you, sir.

It was the only way.

How could she do it, Robbins?

How could she do it?

Don't know, sir.

Gosh, sir.

Lord Altington will be
pleased to hear about this.

Let me list your crimes, Purser.

One, nevermind the fact that
the gold will be recovered,

it should never have been
stolen in the first place.

Your responsibility.

Two, you pointed
an accusing finger

at the first officer who
I've now had to promote

in order to avoid
being sued for slander.

Three, I employ you to
give your total energies

to your work with my firm,

and it turns out
to divide your time

between the Town Line

and some backwoods orphanage.

How did you know
that, my lord?

Oh, yes.
I know all about that.

Amongst other things,
I'm on the board of the Charity Commissioners.

- Did you know that?
- No, my lord.

Well, you should
make it your business

to know such things.

Yes, my lord.

All of which argues
a degree of ignorance

and incompetence on your part,

for which any rational employer

would be fully justified
in dismissing

you immediately. Agreed?

Yes, my Lord.

Well, now, it seems that
despite all the odds,

we shall have broken the
transatlantic record after all,

so you catch me
in generous mood.

I'll merely demote you to
one of my smaller ships,

the RMS Bombay.

I trust you'll
wake up your ideas

and in future carry
out your duties

in a more correct
and efficient manner.

You may go.

Wait.

Give this to your
wretched orphans.

Oh, thank you, my lord.

Ah, Clayton.

Oh, Horrocks.

Kindly address me as captain.

Oh, may I congratulate you, sir.

Have you a ship?.

A new command, a new ship, yes.

And where do you think
we're off to now?

I've no idea, sir.

We're going to join Lord
Altington for dinner.

Oh, you should enjoy that.

Ma'am.

Bon appetit.

Let me tell you
something, Horrocks.

I shall never, never
tolerate a person like you

aboard any ship that I command.

Might I ask the name
of your ship, Captain?

Yes, it's not the
largest in the Town Line,

but it's a fine
vessel, the RMS Bombay.

Bombay?

Yes.

Well, I'm sure the Town Line

will find you the best
purser available, Captain.

Oh, yes, I'm sure they will.

Good night to you, Captain.

Good bye to you, Mr. Horrocks.