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In late
Victorian times,

there lived many detectives,

"The Rivals of Sherlock Homes."

I'll have it out Saturday night.

I can only give you
threepence, love.

These are
for vittles, Hagar.

Oh, all right, fourpence.

Oh, God bless you, deary.

See you Saturday.

What do
you mean, a will?

A will, the will,
your uncle's will.

I know nothing
about it, nothing.

Don't lie
to me, you jade.

You've put it somewhere,
you've hidden it.

Hidden it? Why should I?

Because you
know what's in it,

because you're left out of it.

- You calling me a cheat, Vark?
- Mr. Vark, if you don't-

Are you calling me
a liar and a thief?

You're a Gypsy, Hagar.
You're all thieves and liars.

Now, listen!

If my Uncle Jacob did make
a will, I'm saying if he did-

He did. I was his
solicitor, wasn't I?

And I saw him write
it here in this room. - Yeah, but I didn't.

I knew naught about it.
He was a mean old skinflint.

Oh, that's a nice way for
his niece to talk on him,

barely cold in his grave.

Look, there was no love
lost twixt him and me.

No, he took you off the streets,
didn't he? And fed you.

And made me work my
fingers to the bone

the two months
since I been here.

He was mad to take you in.
I told him so, your uncle.

I told him you'd be after
his money and his shop.

I know a grasping
wretch when I see one.

Oh, so do I, and I'm
looking at one now.

I was his friend for 30 years.

Friend? You knew
him for 30 years.

He'd no more friends
than you have.

His money's mine
now, and the shop.

When you can prove it.

Till then, Vark, since I'm
his only living relative,

I'm taking care of it, see?

What's that?

Customer?

This time of night?

Better see them. I'll open up.

Yes?

You got something
to pop, have you?

Something to pawn?

Don't be afraid, my dear,
nothing to be afraid of.

It's not bad.

Yours, is it?

Yeah, it's quite nice,
I'll give you £5 on it.

Just like your uncle.

Business, £5?

Name and address?

Well, I can't give
you the money without.

Well, give us a name
and address, then.

No, I'll write it,
you just tell me.

What's the matter,
you dumb or something?

Oh, that's it,
Hagar. She's dumb.

I'm sorry, love.

Here.

Rose, Battersea.

Is that all?

No surname? No street?

Shake on it, I always do.

- Well, she's a funny one.
- Yeah.

Can't talk, eh?

Her husband will be lucky.

I'm out of baccy, Hagar.

I wonder if your uncle had any
leftover, as you might say.

Him, baccy, mean as he was?

Well, he'd had
a pipe for a time.

I never saw it.

Special occasions.

In them jars, he kept it.

All popped, never redeemed.

Years ago, he said.

- Oh!
- Oh, nice!

Dear me, sorry,
Hagar.

What's that?

That's it, the very thing,
the will, the one he wrote!

"To my good and loyal
friend, Horace William Vark-"

"Friend," you see?

"I bequeath all my
monies and property,

as may be mine upon my decease."

Signed Jacob Percival Becker,

signed 12 years
ago and witnessed.

- That's a legal document.
- It's not a will.

Any court would accept it.
I'm a solicitor, remember?

"All my monies and properties."

There you are.

Funny you found it like that.

Well, I was looking
for some baccy.

Oh, what do you take me
for? You put it there.

Me? How could I?

You got a key to that door.

You went in and
out as you please.

- Oh, so, you doubt my word?
- Yeah.

The word of a gentleman.

And just you look.

Your uncle's ledger,

in his own hand.

See the writing?

One week, Hagar, then
I want my property.

One week, and out you go.

Gosh, strike a light.

- Having a cleanup, are we?
- Blimey, you're sharp.

- Overdue, isn't it?
- About 40 years.

My uncle wouldn't let
anyone but himself touch it.

Your uncle, Jacob Becker?

Yeah, that's right.

Ah. Well, can I see him?

Not if I was you.
He's dead a week since.

Oh, my condolences, Miss.

Who's running
this lot now, then?

- Me.
- You?

Yes, me. Got something to
pop, then, have you?

Detective Sergeant Grubber.

- Oh?
- What does that mean?

Well, I'm a Gypsy, my people
have had a lot of trouble

from your sort.

Well, not me, Miss.

Your name Becker, too, then?

No, Stanley. Hagar Stanley.

Well?

I'm looking for
a necklace, amber beads,

stolen, of course.

Why'd you come here?

Don't worry. I'm checking
up on all the pawn shops.

You're 15th on the list.

That's why I'm
sitting down.

Yeah, well, if
they are brung in-

Amber, studded with diamonds?

That's right.
You got them, then?

Here, I give
a fiver for them. - Who to? When?

Last night,
a young girl.

What sort of a girl?
What age? Eh?

- I'm not saying no more.
- What?

Oh, leave her be!

You've got the beads.
She was probably starving.

Now, listen, miss,
this ain't just theft.

This is murder.

Murder?

A dear old widow lady, too.

Now, this girl?

- About 20, short, thin, I think.
- You think?

I couldn't see.
She kept in the dark.

Oh, did she?

- Well, what class was she?
- Class?

Well, you know, was she
well-off, lower orders?

How did she talk?

- She couldn't talk.
- Eh?

- She was dumb.
- Dumb?

Dumb.

Yeah, there's a maid
there that's dumb.

Where?

Mrs. Arryford's,
her what was done in.

What's her name? Rose.

Rose. Yes, that's right.
She wrote it down.

Got her! Right, well, I want
you to come with me, Miss.

- Me? Why?
- To the house.

I want you to identify Rose.

Could have walked
here in half an hour.

Good for that pudge of yours.

What about my feet?

How was the old lady done in?

The beads, strangulation.

Her companion
found her, Miss Lyle.

Got some paper, have you?

Rose signed a ticket.

It's back at the shop.

Oh, I want that.

0604237, what's that?

The number of
the fiver I give her.

You remember that?

Are you sure?

11435.

That's my number.

It's on that card you showed me.

Well, I'll be...

How'd you come to
have such a memory?

Very few of my people
can read nor write.

Road Gypsy, are you?

Real zingara.

What are you doing
here in London, eh?

This area ain't the thing
for them roses in your cheeks.

All right, well, ah, I'll
get after that fiver, then,

not that it's here nor there.

Rose is the guilty
party, and no mistake.

How can you be so sure?

The facts, my girl.

The facts is proof.

Yes, those were her
beads, her favorites.

She always wore them.

Mr. Arryford gave
them to her, you see,

when they were first married.

Well, they was pawned at
this lady's shop last night.

Your shop? By whom?

By Rose, sir.

Rose? Not our Rose.

Oh, no, I can't believe
it, not little Rose.

Well, I'd like to
have her up for a minute, if you please, sir.

But the poor child-

I would like this
lady to identify her.

Now, look here, Sergeant,
you're not surely suggesting

Rose had anything to do
with Mrs. Arryford's death.

It's impossible.

She has
the sweetest nature.

All the same, I would like
her up here, Miss Lyle.

Very well, Sergeant.

I must remember your shop
when I'm pushed for cash.

- Freddy!
- Useful, Aunt.

I have some nice pieces
of silver in my chambers.

Call in and see them, anytime.

I only do business at my shop.

By the way, where is it?

In the Waterloo Road.

Waterloo?

Near the station?

About two minutes away.

That's odd.

What's odd, Mr. Jevons?

It's nothing, Freddy.

No, no, of course not.

What, something to do with
this matter, is it, Sir?

- No, Sergeant.
- Oh, I think it is, Sir.

I hope you're not trying
to conceal nothing.

That's a very serious
offense, Mr. Jevons.

Well, it's just that...

Well, you tell him, Aunt.

Well, it's a
coincidence, that's all.

Oh, I likes coincidences.
Go on, if you please.

Well, Rose went to
Waterloo Station last night

to collect a parcel.

Oh, she did, did she? Who for?

For Mrs. Arryford. She
told me about it over tea.

Yes, yes, I heard
that. I was there.

It was just before I left.

The
parcel was arriving

in the evening, she said.

I told Rose to go when
she finished her duties.

And the last time you saw
Mrs. Arryford alive was?

At half past 7:00.
I took her tray up.

She only had a light
meal in the evenings,

you see, her figure.

And after that, you
stayed in your room.

The whole evening.

So, it was Rose, was it,
has took the tray out again.

And what time would
that have been?

Well, I suppose about 8:30.

And what time did Rose go
to Waterloo for the parcel?

Just before 9:00. I saw her
from my window upstairs.

Ah-ha. Well, what's
keeping that girl?

Oh, uh.

You know, they'd look
rather well on you, Miss.

Freddy!

Sorry, Aunt.

Rose!

Mr. Grubber, you're not
seriously accusing young Rose?

Oh, well, the facts speak
for themselves, ma'am.

I mean, she was the only
one that saw Mrs. Arryford

between half past
8:00 and going out.

She was at this lady's shop
with them beads an hour later,

and you had found
the um, the um,

unfortunate occurrence
before Rose got back.

Ah, she must have coveted them.

Why'd she bring
them to me, then?

Well, somewhere safe
for the time being.

But Rose was devoted
to her mistress,

and Mrs. Arryford
was kindness itself.

For 14 years, I knew it.

For 14 happy years, we were
like sisters.

Rose is gone.

There's no sign of her anywhere.

Well, that does it.
That puts the cap on it.

Yes?

You're Rose, Mrs.
Arryford's maid?

You brought the
beads last night.

Show me your hands.

Go on, show me.

No, hers were softer,
smaller, and...

Oh, no. No, it wasn't you.

Miss Lyle was in her
room all evening?

And you were down
in the kitchen?

She took Mrs. Arryford's
tray up?

But you collected it.

Tray.

By the door.

Outside the door?

I see. Did she often do that?

So, what time did you
actually last see her?

Tea time?

What were you doing in
the kitchen all evening?

Cleaning the stove.

What?

Oh, filling the coal
scuttle.

Eight of them?

That's a noisy job.

Where's Miss Lyle's room?

On the second floor?

So, if someone had
come into the house,

neither of you would
have heard them.

You left at 9:00 for Waterloo?

And you collected the parcel.

Why not?

Do you mean there
wasn't a parcel there?

That's odd.

Were you there at
the house this morning

when me and
Mr. Grubber turned up?

Well, why did you run away?

Oh, you heard what
he was saying,

as if you'd done the murder.

That's all right, you sit down.

Can you write, Rose?

Not even your name?

Try. Go on.

Well, it's chalk and
cheese, isn't it?

I mean, this one could
write.

Yeah, but yours isn't so bad.

You wouldn't be long
a-learning, really.

Can I write? Yeah.

What, how did I learn?

Oh, my sherengo, old Will
Stanley, head of my tribe.

Do you know he was
97 when he died,

and his beard was
still black.

We used to sit by the fire
every night, him talking.

He knew everything in the world,

and he taught it all to me.

Hagar?

Hagar?

The name's Miss Stanley.

Ah. Mine's Freddy.

Got something to pop,
have you, Mr. Jevons?

No, I just came to see your
funny little shop and you.

- You've seen me already.
- Again.

You're a fascinating
young filly.

Well, you're the
first gentleman to say so.

Ah, but what does class matter

when a girl has your looks, eh?

Even a Gypsy girl.

You quite turn my
head, Mr. Jevons.

That's what I mean to
do, and it's Freddy.

And how do you know my name?

I asked about.

When I want something,
nothing will stop me.

Oh, got a customer, I see.

I'll be back.

- You know him, do you?
- Hmm?

That man that just come in?

Oh, good heavens, no.

I'm sure his nails are
filthy, let alone his manners.

You are a one,
aren't you, Freddy?

I'll bet you're turning
girls' heads all the time.

Ah, but none as pretty
as yours, Hagar.

I bet you're good to them, too.

Bet you buy them lovely things,
furs and jewels and things.

Anything they choose.

What would you
like me to buy you?

Oh, I'd have to think.

Do.

Then tell me this evening.

- You don't really mean it.
- I do.

I do. I was never so
serious in my whole life.

Do you know the
Café des Artistes?

Oh, I never been to any
of them posh places.

Well, it's time you did.

Meet me there
tonight at, say uh-

Oh. Oh, evening, sir.

This place is
far too busy.

Oh, no, no, don't mind me, sir.

I'll just have a look
around.

I'm a bit of a connoisseur
myself.

I'll see you at the
café, 8:00 tonight.

Do you really think we ought to?

- Why ever not?
- Mrs. Arryford doted on you.

You must have charmed her
around your little finger.

And you want to go out
for a jolly evening?

Well?

She's only just dead.

But we're alive, my treasure.

See you tonight, 8:00.

Well, Mr. Grubber, found
Rose yet, have you?

Oh, it's all in hand.
She can't get far.

Talk
about granny's attic.

I could lose myself
here for days.

What did he want?

Personal business.
What do you want?

- Oh, just a quick word.
- I'm listening.

Oh, not here, customers
might come in here. What's that?

- It's my back room.
- Well, that'll do.

- No, it's private.
- Oh, got visitors, have you?

- No.
- Well, then-

Keep out.

Oh, ah, well,
that ticket you was on about-

Oh, the ticket.

- The one that Rose signed.
- Yes.

Ah, likely she'll come
back for them beads

- in a day or two.
- Think so?

Oh, they can't usually keep
their hands off the goods.

I've put a constable
on the corner.

All you have to do is shout.

Oh, thanks.

Where is it?

What do you want it for, anyway?

Evidence.

Ain't you got enough?

Oh, it all helps, all
nails in Rose's coffin.

Yeah, that's what it is, too.

They'll string her
up, won't they?

Well, that's the best thing
for murderers, isn't it? Are you agin' it?

Me, one of my people?
There's none like us that stakes an eye for an eye,

as long as it's
not the wrong eye.

What does that mean?

You got doubts about Rose?

- Haven't you?
- Not a glimmer.

She had the motive.

What motive?

The beads? Is that all?

Now, listen, miss,
you don't question me.

Now, look, Miss Stanley,

in my job, we learn to put
all the little pieces together

like a jigsaw puzzle.

And then we get the whole
picture, do you see?

And after I talked to
Mr. Jevons last night-

He was there at the house?

- Yeah, he got there after me.
- I see. Go on.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Well, I did manage
to winkle out of him

that things wasn't too good
between Mrs. Arryford and Rose.

As a matter of fact, the girl
was due to get her notice.

- Why?
- Insubordination.

So, there you are, she had
the motive and the opportunity,

and now she's skedaddled.

Now, what more do you want?

The right feelings.

Feelings?

Now, where do you
get them? Who from?

Hello, hello.

Well, I never.

Evening, Sergeant.

Why, as I live and breathe,

it's Mr. Vark.

You know him, do you?

Know him? Oh, yeah, I know him.

Professionally, as you
might say.

What are you doing
here, Mr. Vark?

I popped in for the ledger.

I looked after Jacob's accounts,
you know that, Sergeant.

Oh, well, it sounds
legal, for once.

How's business otherwise?

How do you mean, Sergeant?

I means all the hanky-panky.

He's very useful
to me, Mr. Vark is.

Any swindlers, forgers, usurers

I happens to want
to have a word with,

he usually knows them.

Don't you, Mr. Vark?

Well, well, well,
fancy meeting you here.

Oh, um, when you
find that ticket,

you'll let me have
it, won't you, Hagar?

I don't like his attitude.

I'll take him to court one
of these days for slander.

What exactly do you want, Vark?

Now, now, now, Miss
Hagar, not so peppery.

Not with your benefactor.

You?

I've been having a little think.

You want to keep
the shop, keep it.

You want to enjoy your
uncle's money, enjoy it.

Come on, get to the point.

I will, I will.

You're a fine
young woman, Hagar.

And I'm a man like any other,

one as likes his
little comforts, nice

a man of passions, too.

I want you for my wife.

What?

Share my name, Hagar,

and you can share your
uncle's possessions,

what do you say, my dear?

Out! That's what I say, out!

I'd rather marry a jellyfish.

Right, Hagar.

We'll see.

Rose?

Rose?

Oh, thank God you are there.

Come on down.
It's all right now.

Sharp of you to nip up there.

You heard him coming, did you?

Hey, what's the matter?

Grubber?

Now, look, you're not
to worry about him.

I know you didn't do it,
and that old rhino's gonna know it, too.

Till then,

you're gonna stay here.

You're not to worry.

You'll leave all the rest to me.

So, that's it, eh?

I heard all that, every word.

So, a fugitive from justice, eh?

Now, listen to me, Vark-

No, you just listen to me.

I'm a reasonable man, Hagar,

and a tenderhearted one, too.

I don't want to
go to Mr. Grubber.

I don't want to tell
him about this girl

or your conspiring to divert

the right and proper
course of the law,

and I won't, if,

you'll be my wife.

I never met a girl
like you before, Hagar.

Never.

You're a real plum.

And they tell me Gypsy girls

are spicier than
any other sort, eh?

Waiter!

- Waiter!
- Sir?

- Menu.
- Sir.

Let's order, eh, and eat.

I've booked a room, you
know, all to ourselves.

Doesn't that cost
a lot of money, Freddy?

Oh, what's money?

Bits of metal, pieces of
paper, and look what you get.

Pretty girl,

good food, grand
living,

and the gee-gees.

Never worry about money.
I can always borrow some.

What happens when it runs out?

Borrow some more.

Where from?

Ah, I've got connections.

What, you mean like that man
that come in the shop

this afternoon,
who lends money to me?

- Vark, you mean?
- That's right. Vark.

So, you do know him?

Never met him in my life before.

But you know
his name, don't you?

You told me this afternoon.

Ah, Charlie, another bottle
of champagne, please.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

See, I don't have to worry

about damn moneylenders
anymore, Hagar.

I'm rich now.

Rich.

Fritz! Emmy!

Come and meet Hagar.

Hagar.

How do you do? Nice to meet you.

Plays the violin at
the Tivoli, Fritz does.

Hey, Freddy, how are you
so rich all of a sudden?

Ah.

Is it Mrs. Arryford's money?

Why did Rose kill her?

Rose? Ah.

Was she after the money?

Mm, yes.

Yes, it's left to me.
It is my money.

Well, when?

- Oh, years ago.
- Mm.

See, Rose tried to
get the old girl

- to change her mind, you see?
- Mm-hmm.

- But the old girl wouldn't-
- Here we are, sir.

So Rose did her in, see?

Thank you, Charlie.

Just have one drink.

That's very kind of you,
Mr. Freddy. Thank you, sir.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Kitty!

Come on and have
a drink. Come along.

- Come and meet-
- Who's she?

This is my friend, Hagar.

This is Kitty. She's a dancer.

How do you do?

You were seeing me this
evening, for dinner, you said.

I did? When?

Last night.

Now, look here,
you don't own me.

Don't want to. You keep him.

Oh, come and have another drink.

Don't worry, Freddy.

Ow! What do you want with me?

How much he give you, Kitty?

- Eh?
- For pretending to be Rose-

- Who's Rose, anyway?
- For pawning the beads.

Where's that fiver I give you?

- What fiver?
- Did you keep it?

You're off your head, you.

Look, Kitty, I know it was you.
I know it was by your hand.

- My hand?
- You've got a scar on your right hand.

I felt it last night,
and I felt it just now.

Show me.

Come on. Show me.

Go on, Kitty.

Tell me everything
that happened.

Was it Freddy who did it?

- Did what?
- Or was it you?

Did he put you up to it?

Yes, of course, you
both wanted the money.

He gave you the
key to the house,

you went there, did the
murder, took the beads-

Murder? What murder?

He said nothing about no murder.

Who didn't? Freddy?

No, Mr. Vark.

It was Vark? Never on your life.

Kitty said so.

Oh, people will say anything.

I daresay as our Vark has
fixed Mr. Jevons up with cash,

but what of it?

Why, Sergeant Finch here has
lent me a few bob in his time.

Do you want me to charge
him, too?

Now, listen, Miss Stanley.

I know Vark.

He's got about as much
guts as a sick rabbit.

He'd run a mile from
murder, I can tell you that.

So, you're just gonna sit
there and do nothing, then?

Not when I get my
hands on Rose, I won't.

I've told you it wasn't Rose.

It was Kitty with the
beads dressed up as Rose.

Oh, yeah, they look
alike, do they?

No, they don't, but she'd
a shawl over her head,

and I told you she
kept in the dark.

How do you know
that it wasn't Rose?

I keep telling you,
because of the hands.

Oh, yeah, the hands, of course!

Let's not forget the hands!

And the stars, I suppose,

and your crystal ball and your
frogs a-stewing in your pot,

and your, and your feelings,
and all that flummery!

Listen, this is a police
station, Miss Stanley,

not a tent on Brighton Pier.

You'll be saying next
as how it was Mr. Jevons

- what did the murder.
- I am, it's what I am saying.

- What?
- Or he might.

He's up to his ears in debt,

and he needed
Mrs. Arryford's money.

Here, you lost
a screw, you have.

A whole bag full of
screws you've lost.

Look, he either did it,
or he knows who did it.

He helped arrange
it all, I know that.

How do you know?

My feelings, you great bonzo!

Now, he arranged for
Rose to go to Waterloo.

No, Mrs. Arryford sent her.

No, Freddy told
Miss Lyle to send her.

Oh, Miss Lyle,

I suppose she's an
accomplice as well, is she?

She'd do anything he wants.

He wanted Rose near my shop

so he could put
the blame on her.

She went to collect a parcel.

There wasn't a parcel
there for her to collect.

No parcel?

How do you know?

Who told you?

And don't you tell me
it's your feelings.

- It is.
- Oh, no, it ain't.

There's only one person who
would know a thing like that,

and that's Rose.

She told you.

- You've seen her!
- Never.

You've seen her!

It's collusion,
that's what it is.

You and her are
in this together.

Oh, don't be so daft.

Now, how much do you
know, Miss Stanley?

I know Rose didn't
murder Mrs. Arryford.

You've only got to talk to her.

And you have talked
to her, haven't you?

- You have seen her?
- Yes, I have.

- When?
- Never you mind.

You're trying to pervert
the course of justice.

- You know that, don't you?
- I'm trying to put it straight.

I could lock you up for this.

Oh, that would be a great help!

Look, I think I can prove

that Freddy sent
Kitty with the beads.

- Prove it?
- If you'll let me,

if you'll stop being a
stubborn old goat and help.

All it needs is one
little dodge, that's all.

I do not do dodges!

I conducts investigations!

What was the café you
went to with Freddy?

Café des Artistes. Why?

Well, that's where
the fiver was cashed,

and it was him who cashed it.

What dodge?

Hagar, I'm here!

Hagar?

Freddy.

Kitty!

But you can't come here,
Hagar might see you.

What, do you want
them to find out?

Find out what, Mr. Jevons?

Rose!

But you spoke.

No, I did.

And why mustn't Kitty come here?

Unwise of her, on account
of her previous visit,

when she come here
to pawn the beads.

Beads? But, but that was Rose.

Rose was it?

Rose, was it, give
you the £5 note

which you cashed at
the Café des Artistes?

Rose did that, did she, sir?

Now, look here, Sergeant,

I don't know what
this is all about.

I just had a message to
come and visit Hagar.

Ah, yes, sir, well,

that was just a little
dodge of mine, sir.

Now, I suggest that our next
stop is at the police station.

Me? But why?

I'd like you to make
a statement, sir.

Well, what about?
What have I done?

Well, I think it was you what
murdered Mrs. Arryford, sir.

No. I didn't.

Well, all you got to do
is to prove it, isn't it?

Now, we're not gonna
need these, are we, sir?

I'm damned if I shall!

You deny the facts, Mr. Jevons?

What about the
girlfriend, Kitty,

and the beads, and the £5 note,

not to mention Mr. Vark?

Now, where does he fit in?

Vark? I, I don't know him!

Oh, yes, you do, Mr.
Jevons. I think you do.

Did he say that?

Not yet, but he soon will.

It was you, wasn't it,

who arranged that Rose should
go to Waterloo that night,

and made sure that your aunt

stayed up in her
room all evening. - No.

Then you slipped
back to the house

and waited for Rose to leave.

No!

Then you made your way in,

you strangled the old lady,
and you took the beads.

I didn't, I swear!
I swear I didn't kill Mrs. Arryford!

Then if you didn't,
who did, sir?

I, I, I don't know.

But it wasn't me!

Well, the facts
say otherwise, sir.

Now, come along.

Hagar, Hagar, help me.

On the contrary, my dear,
I'm very glad to see you.

At such a dreadful time,
one is glad to see anyone.

And I'm so grateful to you
for your help over the beads.

I still find it hard to believe

that little Rose could
do such a hideous thing.

When I came down to
this room that night,

just before 10:00 as I
always do, and found...

Sweet, gentle
child, I always thought.

Is there no hope
that Sergeant Grubber

hasn't made a dreadful mistake?

I'm afraid I have
some bad news for you.

It wasn't Rose has
murdered Mrs. Arryford.

It was Mr. Jevons.

Freddy, my nephew?

No, Miss Lyle, your son.

Your son, Freddy.

That is a disgraceful
thing to say.

Why? Are you ashamed of him?

You're insulting me. You
know that I'm unmarried.

But he is your son,
isn't he, Miss Lyle?

Leave this house.
I will not talk to you.

Miss Lyle, Freddy
has been arrested

for the murder of Mrs.
Arryford, and he'll hang.

Rose! Oh, this is grand!

Oh, it's just how I wanted it.

Here, Rose, why don't you
stay on here and work with me?

I need some help.

We'll make this the grandest
pawn shop in London.

Glad to hear it, Hagar.

I knew you'd see sense, my dear.

I knew you'd be staying.
I'll be a good husband, Hagar.

I hope you will.
Who are you marrying?

Eh? Why, you, of course.

Me? One of my race hash up

with a moth-eaten
old ragbag like you?

If you want this shop,
you've got no choice,

and that girl, too,
I'll go to the police.

And I'll come with you.

There's a few things I'd
like to tell them, too,

about some talcum
powder, for instance.

- Some what?
- Talcum powder,

you know, that stuff you
got from the chemist.

- Me?
- Then slipped in here when I was out

and put my uncle's
will in that jar.

I did what?

Oh, don't tell me you've
forgotten already.

Then you put the jar
back on the shelf,

smothered it in talc
so that it'd look as if

it had never been touched,
so it looked like dust.

Never.

But dust is different, Vark.

Try feeling it sometime.
Try tasting it.

Then there's that snuff you use.

Snuff? I never do.

- You don't?
- Filthy habit.

Ah, come in, Sergeant!

Hello, Vark. Just the fellow.

Me?

Arrest him, Mr. Grubber.

- Eh? Just steady on.
- What? What for?

The forgery
of my uncle's will.

Forgery? What forgery?

See for yourself, Sergeant.

- Now smell it.
- Eh?

Smell it!

Oh, lovely. Lavender.

That's right, lavender.

Know any forgers using
lavender-scented snuff?

Oh, yeah.

Friend of yours, Horace.

Gentleman Gerald.

Right, I'll hang on to this.

- That's a legal document.
- Now, you hold on.

I want a word with you.

Fetch Rose.

Go on, fetch Rose.

Rose.

Rose, when you went to
Waterloo that evening,

was there any sign of
Mr. Jevons about the house?

- What does he say?
- Nothing.

He shut up like a bank holiday.

But the old porter
at his chambers

swears he was in all evening,

didn't go out till about 10:00,

that's when he
come to the house.

Well, I know about that.

I wouldn't worry about Freddy
too much if I were you.

Why not? Now, why
do you say that?

Oh, it's just
a feeling I've got.

Feeling? You and your feelings.

I'm getting sick
of your feelings.

It's your feelings that's
landed me up with Freddy.

And your facts would hang
half the people in London.

All right, clever cuts, if
it wasn't Freddy, who was it?

Ask Vark!

Left at the station this
was, sir, 20 minutes ago.

Super told me to find you.

God save us. Just left, was it?

- Yes, sir.
- Vark!

Get him, Finch. Bring him in.

Why did you have to
interfere, Miss Stanley? Why?

It was all so well-planned.

If only you'd left things alone.

I hadn't meant to kill her.

I didn't want that at all.

But she'd been unkind
to my son, you see.

Why did you call
him your nephew?

When my husband died,
I had to find employment.

Mrs. Arryford advertised for
a companion, but a spinster.

I took my maiden name.

She loved my nephew.

She made him her sole heir.

Then somehow she
discovered the truth.

That very day at tea,
I was dismissed,

and my son was disinherited.

I'd gone to talk to
her, to reason with her,

but when I looked at that
cheap, self-satisfied face,

I realized it was no use.

I, I wanted to hurt
her in some small way,

to take my revenge.

I decided to take
her beloved beads.

To take them, that was all.

I telephoned my son.

The poor lamb was too
frightened to help, too shocked.

But he had a man
with him at the time,

his financial adviser,
he called him, Mr. Vark.

He said he would help
Freddy and me, at a price,

one half of the inheritance.

He was quick to arrive.

Close the door.

What are we going to do?

Never fear, dear lady.
Everything will be put right.

Now, your son has apprised
me of the details,

all but one, that is,

the will.

The dear lady had not,
as yet, altered it.

Freddy is still the inheritor.

Yes. She intended to see
her solicitor tomorrow.

Good, good. Then let's proceed.

There's a maid here.

Dumb, your son tells me.

Rose? Yes.

Rose. Excellent, just the thing.

She'll be bringing
Mrs. Arryford's meal.

- At what time?
- Half past 7:00.

No, dear lady, you will
bring Mrs. Arryford's meal.

Can that be arranged?

- Yes.
- Good.

Now, listen to me
very carefully.

We must dispose of the food,

and leave the tray outside
for Rose to collect.

Then, I want you to send
her off to Waterloo Station,

Mrs. Arryford's orders,
to collect a parcel.

Once she's gone,
telephone the police

and tell them you've
just discovered Mrs. Arryford is dead.

The police?

When they question
you, you tell them

you brought Mrs.
Arryford's meal,

then retired to your room.

Is that clear?

- Yes.
- Good.

What are you doing with those?

These, dear lady,

are the most important
part of our plan.

We need, as it
were, to place them.

Your son knows a young lady who,

in return for his undying
affection, will oblige us.

Oh, by the way,

these are to come to me when
this little matter is over.

And it all worked out so well.

Even Mr. Grubber was
cooperative, and then you-

Rose would have hanged.

It was no more
than she deserved.

It was she who told Mrs.
Arryford that Freddy was my son.

She pitied you.
You let her pity you.

You took the devotion
that belonged to my son.

His wealth, too,
would have gone to you.

Mrs. Arryford was stealing my
son's property to give to you.

She deserved to die.
I was right to do it.

It was justice.

But it's not enough.
It's not finished.

There must be justice for all!

You try and get some
sleep now, Rosie.

Well, that's it,
then. It's all over.

They just fished her
body out of the Thames.

- What?
- Yeah.

Cor.

When Sergeant Finch came in
there with her confession,

you could have knocked
me down with a feather.

I wonder why she wrote that.

Not that I'm surprised.

I knew it was her,
mind you, all the time.

You knew?

I had a feeling.