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- Would you like to borrow it?
- Hmm?

Oh no, thank you. I've read it.

- Are you sure you didn't miss a page?
- No, I...

I see. I'm sorry.

But actually,
I read it when it first came out.

- Did you enjoy it?
- Yes, yes I did.

I preferred his other book though,
Red Sky All Day.

That was briliant.

Yes, I remember. This is nothing like as
good, I think he's going off. Thank you.

You do?

Can I get you anything, madam?

Yes, I'd...

I'd like a small brandy.

Make it two, will you?

- Well, what can I say?
- Please, don't say anything.

Shall we change the subject?

Are you writing a new novel?

Well, I thought I was.
My publisher wants me to do a biography.

I didn't know you wrote biographies.

I don't.

Well, can't you just refuse to do it?

Oh, you don't refuse publishers.

That's why I've had to leave
my lovely villa in the south of France,

to reason with him.

I have no intention of doing it,
but it'll take days to persuade him.

Your publisher sounds a monster.

Well, Maurice is all right. I expect he
thinks the biography's a wonderful idea.

What is it about?

As far as I can make out from his cable,
it's the life of some young test pilot

who died a few months ago.

A test pilot?

Yes, a fellow called Teckman,
Martin Teckman.

A very brave chap and all that, I'm sure,

but imagine writing a book
about anyone so young.

Nobody remembers him
apart from his headmaster

and a crowd of dreary relatives.

Is anything the matter?

Oh, no.

It's only that I'd heard someone
was already writing the Teckman biography.

Oh, if that's true,
Maurice will have something to answer for.

Where did you hear that?

I was told.

You see, Martin Teckman was my brother.

I'm Helen Teckman.

Oh... really?

I don't know
what to say, Ms. Teckman, I...

Let's change the subject again.

Thanks very much.

Well.

What makes you so sure
it was burglars, sir?

It's obvious, isn't it?

Well, no.
The doors and windows are unmarked.

Your visitor must have had a key.

And you say nothing's missing?

Well, apparently not.

Why don't you look
for some clues or something?

Any luck, Sergeant?

No prints, sir, just a few oddments,
hair, button, a bit of gray wool.

I've got a pair of gray gloves
about that color.

- Is this your button?
- No, never seen it before.

Off an RAF blazer, isn't it?

What about this hair?
Do you know any long-haired blondes?

Dozens of them.

Get a report on these.

Right, sir.

That'll be Mr. Miller, my publisher.

- I'll let him in, sir.
- All right.

What time are you expecting
your man back, Mr. Chance?

Officially he's due back tomorrow morning
but you can never tell with Bennett.

How long has he been with you, sir?

Oh, about... two years.

Oh, he's absolutely trustworthy,

apart from the fact that he takes time off
when he feels like it.

- He has a key to the flat?
- Yes, of course.

Hello, Maurice.

Good heavens. What's going on here?

Welcome to the beer garden.

Well, this is fantastical, boy,
what's happened?

It appears I had rather a refined burglar,

brought his own keys,
didn't take anything.

- Made an awful mess though.
- Yes, it shows you he's quick-tempered.

There's another clue for you, Inspector.

You're very helpful, sir. Good afternoon.

Well, I'll be getting along now.
I might call again later.

Oh, do, yes.
If I'm not in, just pick the lock.

Oh, by the way.

Do they usually send an inspector
on a burglary job?

No, not usually, sir.

But the boys at the station
were having their tea break.

Good afternoon, sir.

- Good afternoon, sir.
- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

He'll do in the music halls, that fella.

Well, it's his bad luck, Philip.

- Would a drink help?
- Bit early for me.

It's a bit early for me too,
but I'm having one just the same.

You're taking this jolly well.

When you're finished sympathizing,
Maurice, I've got a bone to pick with you.

Oh?

Why did you fetch me all the way
from the south of France to write about...

Do you mind a moment?

Write a biography about Martin Teckman
when someone else is already doing it?

Ah, you haven't heard.

Barbara Jeffries was doing it

until a couple of days ago
but unfortunately, she had an accident.

- Not serious, I hope?
- Rather serious.

Car knocked her down.
She'll be in hospital for weeks.

So you see,
I wasn't such a fool for cabling you.

You're a deep fellow, Maurice.

As soon as we heard about Barbara,
we had a board meeting

and voted unanimously
for you to take over the book.

It was in the papers, you know.

- That was careless of you.
- Why?

'Cause I'm not gonna do it.

Now don't be difficult, Philip.

I'm going to be extremely difficult, Maurice.

I'm a novelist, remember?

All those pots and pots of money
you make out of me?

There are bigger pots of money
in the Teckman biography.

But I don't write biographies.

And what's more, I don't know
anything about Martin Teckman.

You know he was a test pilot.

What do I know about test pilots?

That's just the point,
we don't want a book about test pilots,

we want a book about Martin Teckman.

Anyone can write the usual reminiscences
but that's enough, there's drama

in this story, Philip, believe me.

I'm not listening, Maurice.

Never mind,
just let it soak in with a drink.

Teckman was under 30 when he died.

All his life, he'd been a dreamer,
remote, his friends never fathomed him.

He lived for airplanes.

Not just flying
but the theory of it as well.

All the stresses and strains on the metal,
the building of highspeed machines,

he had a brilliant brain.

His ambition

was to take up an experimental plane
and chuck it about the sky.

He got it, the F-109,
a completely hush-hush job.

He took it up
and the thing disintegrated in the air.

He was killed, of course,

at the moment he achieved
his life's ambition.

It's a job for a novelist, Philip.

Well done, old boy, you've convinced me.

And I hope you find your novelist
very, very soon.

Give it a thought.

The trouble is, you know,
when I think about airplanes,

I think about the south of France
and when I do that...

dreams.

Do me one favor, will you?

Take a look at that.
It's notes about Teckman.

If you feel any interest at all,
go and have a talk with old Garvin.

Who is Garvin?

He worked with Teckman on the F-109,
knew him better than anyone.

He's crazy but amiable.

You'll find his address there,
somewhere in Camden Town.

No, Maurice, no...

Oh.

Well... I'll think about it.

- No promises, mind.
- Of course not.

So you're going to write a book
about Martin Teckman, huh?

Possibly, perhaps probably.

You're not committing yourself, are you?

Nope, not yet.

A woman called Barbara Jeffries
is writing the book.

She had an accident.

Accidental accident?

She was knocked down by a car.

Sorry to hear that.

What do you want to know?

How much did you see of Martin Teckman?

A lot. You see...

From 1942 to '44,
he was technical assistant to the director

of experimental aircraft at Tewkesbury
and Martin was there,

very junior then, of course.

That was when you first met him?

Yes, he was hopping from one department
to another, restless as a sparrow,

trying to learn the job
twice as fast as anyone could.

We had long talks.

- That went on until '44?
- Yes, then suddenly one day he vanished.

- He'd joined the RAF.
- Yes...

Do you remember what squadron? It
wasn't the seventh by any chance, was it?

No, don't remember.

Then after the war, he joined the
Walters Armitage Combine as a test pilot.

By that time,
I'd become the chief designer, so...

we saw quite a lot of each other
from then on.

We worked on the F-109 together. Well...

- Martin made that.
- Are you still with Walters Armitage?

No. I retired a few months ago.

We didn't quite see eye to eye.

Perhaps I should warn you that

I'm not generally considered a
reliable source of information these days.

Up at Walters, they'll tell you
I'm a fool, a charlatan

and a dipsomaniac.

And are you?

Fool, perhaps. Charlatan, no.

- Dipsomaniac, yes.
- A man after my own heart.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- That's all right.
- Help yourself. Get yourself a glass.

You'll find a clean glass
on the shelf over there.

Right, thanks.

How thoughtless we old men get.

Mr. Garvin,

how important was the F-109?

- How important?
- Yes.

- Are you a scientist?
- No.

Then I won't even try
to answer your questions.

Well, then let me put it this way,

how important was Martin Teckman's
work on the F-109?

Too important to let him
take the plane up.

I warned them at Walters the night before
the test but the fools wouldn't listen.

- You mean the plane wasn't ready?
- No, no, no...

And wasn't Teckman fit?

- Perfectly fit.
- Well?

Mr. Chance, you're an imaginative,
intelligent man.

You read about the accident?

- Yes.
- Well, what do you think happened?

Oh, we know what happened. The plane
disintegrated and Teckman was killed.

Didn't they find some parts
of the fuselage?

Aye, they did, they found it,
brought it back to Walters.

No doubt about it.
It was part of the F-109, all right.

Everybody said so.

Everybody was convinced. At least,

almost everybody.

- You don't think it was?
- No.

You don't think it did disintegrate?

- I do not.
- But the fuselage...

I think what they found
had been very carefully planted.

Then what did happen to the F-109?

It landed somewhere.

Hello?

Hello, Maurice? Oh, Philip here.

I'm glad I caught you in,
I thought you might've left.

Have you had your dinner yet?

I'm good.

Well, I've just seen Garvin.

Yes, I thought you would be.

And by the way, Maurice,
if I do that biography,

I shall expect a jolly good advance.

We'll do more than talk about it.

Well,

I've got an appointment
at half past eight,

could we make it nine o'clock
at The Grill?

No, no. I'm having a drink
with a fellow called Rice.

- Mr. Chance.
- Yes?

- I'm John Rice.
- How do you do?

Very pleased to know you.

- Sit down, please.
- Thank you.

- What will you have?
- A whiskey for me, please.

One whiskey
and another tomato juice, please.

Yes, sir.

Forgive my saying so
but you are younger than I anticipated.

You and I are gonna get on well together,
Mr. Rice.

I certainly hope so.

You know, I'm an admirer of yours.

I just finished your book,
Red Sky All Day.

Wonderful. Excellent!

But I told you that on the phone,
didn't I?

I don't mind hearing it twice.

You know that sequence in Berlin,

you know what I mean?
I really felt I'd been there.

Did you? It had the same effect on me.

You mean... you mean you wrote that
without going to Berlin?

But... but your description
was so convincing.

Oh, naturally,
I only read the best travel magazines.

Mr. Chance, you surprise me.

Now how about you surprising me
and telling me what it is you want?

- Of course.
- Will you have one?

Thanks, I don't smoke.

Uh, it's a fact
I was going to make you an offer

- but after what I heard...
- What sort of offer?

Well now, first, let me tell you who I am.

I am the European director for
an American magazine called The New World.

We are a five million-dollar outfit,
however, that's neither here nor there.

Now,

my head office wants me
to arrange a series of articles

on life in present-day Berlin.

I mean, popular articles, you know, like...

what Mr. Schmitt pays for housekeeping, etcetera,

but written by an expert.

Having read your book,
I immediately thought of you.

- East or West Berlin?
- Western zone, of course.

We don't want anything political, no, sir.

I see.

- Thank you.
- Keep the change.

Thank you, sir.

Well, I'll... think about it, Mr. Rice.

We want six articles, one a month.

For that, we pay all expenses,

300 dollars weekly to play around with

and 2100 dollars an article.

How much is that in Sterling?

Oh, say...

750 pounds each article.

I've thought about it. I'll do it.

But there is just one snag. I'm...

I've got a book on hand and I may have
to delay your articles for a few months.

Oh, I...

I'm afraid that's not possible.

You see, we've got space reserved
in our next issue.

It's a question of leaving for Berlin
in two days' time.

You talk good business, Mr. Rice,
I'm tempted to postpone the book.

Only... it has some interesting contacts and...

to be quite frank,
there's a young lady involved.

I don't like to spoil your plans.

Suppose you think it over
and lunch with me tomorrow?

- Yes.
- Good.

In case you accept, I'll bring along
your ticket and an advance, say...

1000 pounds, will that do?

Yes, that would do.

Good of you to condescend to come.

Sorry I'm late, old man,
I was kept at the office.

- Liar.
- It's true!

No publisher ever had that much work.

What's all this?

I've been trying to work out
what's six times

750 plus 100 a week
for six months comes to

and I seem to have
three different answers.

But they're all a lovely lot of money.

But I can't pay you that.

Too true, you can't.

But an American magazine can.

You shouldn't keep me waiting, Maurice.
It's giving me time to think.

I suppose that means you're not
going to do the book for me.

I'm only postponing it for six months
while I'm in Berlin.

Cheer up, Maurice.

I'm gonna buy you a smashing dinner
on the money they're gonna give me.

It'll probably choke me.

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry, he's not in.
This is Mrs. Miller.

Oh! Hello, Philip.

But...
I thought Maurice was dining with you.

Well, he's not back yet.

Oh, wait a minute,
I think I hear him coming in now.

- Maurice!
- Yes?

Phone.

- Who is it?
- It's Philip.

Maurice here.

A bit late, isn't it?

He wants me to go round to his place.

God blast it, Inspector, I've told you
Mr. Miller will confirm all I've said.

And he'll identify poor old Garvin,
isn't that enough?

- Good night, Doctor.
- Good night.

I'm sure you'll be very patient, sir.

I am being patient!

But you might remember this is my flat,
I've tried to live here

which is hard enough with a robbery
yesterday and dead bodies today.

And on top of that, you come here
with your crowd of zombies

and treat me like a criminal.

I have a right to know what's going on.

Of course.

Very well, then.

Suppose you tell me how he was killed.

With a knife.

When?

We're not sure.

But he was brought here dead.

That's all for these boys, sir.
Can they go now?

- Yes, good night.
- Good night, sir.

Now perhaps you'll tell me
why you went to see Garvin this afternoon.

I was going to write a book
about a man called Martin Teckman.

- The test pilot?
- Yes.

My publisher told me that Garvin was
a friend of Teckman's and could be helpful

so I went along to have a chat with him.

Did you tell anyone
you were going to see Garvin?

No.

Inspector,

in a case of this kind,

am I allowed to go out of the country?

Why should you?

Well, I was supposed to be flying
to Berlin tomorrow morning and...

Berlin?

Yes.

In connection
with the book you're writing?

Uh, no. I changed my mind
about the book. This is another job.

I see.

So you needn't have visited Garvin.

Well, that was...

before I changed my mind.

Has your telephone got an extension?

Yes, there's one in the bedroom.

- May I use it, please?
- Certainly.

You might ask them
about my leaving tomorrow?

Oh, I think that'll be all right, sir.

We can always find you if we want you.

Hello, Maurice. It's good of you to come.

Really, it is too bad of you,

Philip. I was just going to bed.
What is it now? Not another burglary?

No, Maurice, this time, it's serious.

- This time, it's murder.
- Murder?

Yes. Garvin.

Andrew Garvin?

Yes, poor old chap.

By the way, Maurice, you're my alibi.

But this is frightful.

Is there anything you haven't told me
about this Teckman business?

What do you mean?

Just that there are about 101 questions
I'd like answered.

For instance, if I ever do the book,

shall I be run over like the first author

or knifed
like the first man I interviewed?

I assure you, old chap,
I've told you everything I know.

Good evening, Mr. Miller.

I understand you can help us

to identify this body as Andrew Garvin.

I?

Oh no, Inspector. I only met him once
and that was years ago.

But you introduced me to him.

No, I didn't. I just gave you his name.

When did you meet the deceased, sir?

During the war.

Garvin gave a public lecture
at the engineering school at Oxford

and a friend of mine who knew him well
took me along.

And what was your friend's name?

Well, I'm afraid he can't help you.

He died recently.

Perhaps you'll just tell me his name.

Martin Teckman.

You never told me
you actually knew Martin Teckman.

Didn't I?

We were in the RAF together. We were
never close friends, of course, but...

What squadron were you in?

I beg your pardon?

I said, what squadron were you in?

Why, the seventh.

Acid.

Oh, bad luck.

Now.

That's your plane ticket.

London Airport,
eleven o'clock tomorrow morning.

- I hope that's not too soon.
- No, no, the sooner, the better.

Excellent.

You know, I had my doubts yesterday
whether you'd agree.

Yes, so did I. But a whole lot of reasons
arrived in a body.

Perhaps you read about Garvin
in the newspapers.

Garvin?

No. I haven't seen a paper today.

- Should I know about him?
- No, never mind.

Is there anything else you'd...
like to give me?

How silly of me.

Of course. Your... your check. Here.

Mind you, don't drop it.
It's not the sort that bounces.

I've attached the bank's letterhead
in case you want to ring them.

Oh, good.

And now, about my Berlin expenses,

- do you think I should...
- That's been fixed by Kesner.

He'll meet you there, Rudolph Kesner,
our Berlin representative.

I'll give you a letter of introduction
to him.

- Oh, good.
- There.

- You'll like Kesner, he's a great guy.
- I'm sure I will.

Thanks.

Excuse me, just one other thing,
about the hotel accommodation...

Don't worry, my boy.

Don't worry. Kesner will look after you.

You'll reach Berlin
nicely in time for tea.

I never touch the stuff. Here's to you.

Bon voyage.

Oh, Ms. Teckman. What a pleasant surprise.

- Do come in.
- Thank you.

I almost rang you once or twice.

But you didn't.

Well, no. I'd been rather busy.

Perhaps you read the papers.

Yes. Is this where you found him?

Yes, poor fellow.

Will you have a glass of sherry
or anything?

Oh, no thank you, no.

I... I had a letter from Garvin today.

- That's really why I came here.
- A letter from Garvin?

Yes, he must've posted it...

Does it suggest why he...

No, no, no, it's quite short. He says,

"Most impressed by Chance, good brain,

he'll do the book well.
Hope you'll help him all you can."

Terrible thought, isn't it?

He must have written this
soon after I left him.

There's no hint of fear in it.

And yet at eleven o'clock,
he was lying there.

Mr. Chance,
what did he mean about the book?

Oh, of course. You thought
I wasn't gonna do it, didn't you?

Yes.

Well, I... I wasn't. Then I was and...
now I've postponed it for six months.

- How complicated.
- Yes.

Everything about your brother
seems to get complicated.

Oh, please. Do have one of these.

Thank you.

Old Garvin
told me some very strange things.

- Oh you mean his theory about the F-109?
- Yes.

- Did he tell you?
- Mm.

He told nearly everyone.

That was really why
he lost his job at Walters,

he couldn't stop talking about it.

You didn't like Garvin, did you?

Well, not really.

He drank too much.

Yes, shocking, isn't it?

But you know, Ms. Teckman,

that's not what he died of.

I know, it's horrible, and happening here.
Thank you.

Do you mind talking about your brother?

Well, to some people I do but not to you.

I'd like to hear about Martin
because you see, when I write a novel,

I see my characters as real people.

But...

well, when I started this biography,

I found I couldn't get near my subjects,

so I haven't seen Martin
as a real person at all.

Well, I assure you he was.

What kind of person?
Why is there all this mystery about him?

I don't think
there's any mystery about him.

He was rather shy and modest,

perhaps a bit reserved.

But there are thousands of people
like that but one can get to know them.

But look what happens
when somebody gets to know your brother.

Barbara Jeffries is run over,
Garvin is killed

and now who knows, perhaps it's my turn.

Oh, don't say that.

Ms. Teckman,

your brother may have been
the gentlest of persons himself,

- but he was high explosive to others.
- Well, I can't believe that.

You knew him better than anyone else.

Would you have described Martin
as a fanatic,

liable to get a bee in his bonnet
about something?

A fanatic? Good heavens no!

Oh, of course, he got crazes about things
like everyone else.

One year, it was Van Gogh, I remember,

then he went mad on a dance tune,
"Room 504,"

- you know it, I expect.
- Yes.

In room 504 ♪

Yes, that's it. Well, he played the
wretched record until it wore right out,

then started whistling it,
he drove us all mad.

I got like that but with
"Red Sails in the Sunset."

Is your family still alive?

No, both my parents died
at the beginning of the war.

Do you know,
it's easy talking to you about Martin.

Then let's go out to dinner
and carry on talking.

Strictly on a business basis, of course.

But I thought you weren't
starting the book for six months.

Well, I'll...
I'll need food for thought in Berlin.

- Berlin?
- Yes, I'm flying there tomorrow

to do some articles.

Where is that pencil?

- Here.
- Where?

Oh.

I'll give you my address there,

and you can swap postcards.

I'm staying with a man
called Rudolph Kesner.

I'm glad, after what happened to Garvin.

Oh, I'm not going because of that.
I have a far better reason, money.

Come on.

Ms. Teckman won't be a minute.
I'll just move these designs.

Thank you.

Make yourself at home.

Oh, good morning.

- Ms. Teckman?
- Yes, how do you do?

I'm Detective Inspector Hilton.

This is a colleague of mine, Major Harris.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

I daresay you've guessed why we're here.

It's about Andrew Garvin.

I understand
he was a friend of your brother's.

Oh, yes, he was. Do sit down.

Oh, thank you.

Was he a very close friend?

Oh, yes,
they saw a good deal of each other,

particularly during the war.

They worked together on the F-109.

Ms. Teckman, were you on
very friendly terms with your brother?

Oh yes, very.

- You saw a good deal of him?
- Quite a lot.

This photograph of your brother was taken
while he was at Walters Armitage.

There's another man with him,
apparently a friend of your brother's.

Do you think you could identify him?

No, I've never seen him before.

But that's not surprising, my brother
had a lot of friends I knew nothing about.

You're sure
you've never seen this man before?

Quite sure.

I suppose the name Kesner
doesn't mean anything to you.

A Rudolph Kesner.

Rudolph Kesner?

Excuse me, just a minute.

Yes, I thought so.

Mr. Chance's address in Berlin
is care of Rudolph Kesner.

He has a letter of introduction to him.

Is there anything wrong?

What time does Chance's plane leave?

Eleven o'clock.

- What's wrong?
- There's a gentlemen waiting.

But will this plane wait?

Well, it might not.

Mind you, come with me.

Mr. Chance will be angry with me
if he misses his plane.

Oh, we'll protect you, miss.

They better hold it. If they
don't, I'll sue the whole blasted company.

Good morning, sir.

Oh, so it's you again, Inspector.
Now what the...

Helen, what are you doing here?

I've no idea.

My name is Harris, Major Harris.

Oh, you can go to blazes.

- Now look here...
- Ms. Teckman tells us that you're going

to Berlin
to write a series of magazine articles.

If you don't mind.

What is the name of the magazine?

Oh, really, you haven't dragged me
off the plane and rushed down here

just to ask me the name of a magazine.

No. But since you are here,
would you mind telling us?

Well, it's called The New World.

- Now may I go?
- The New World.

- Yes, The New World.
- And the name of the editor?

I don't know, I've never met the editor.

Indeed.

I dealt with the European representative,
a man called John Rice.

Have you ever seen a copy
of this New World?

No, but I've seen a check
for 1,000 pounds.

Oh, Mr. Rice gave you a check
for 1,000 pounds.

Yes, and you will too
if I miss this plane.

Was the check all right?

Well, would I be going to Berlin
if it wasn't?

Could you describe this Mr. Rice?

- Yes, he's a mid-
- European,

small, going gray and wears spectacles.

- How do you know he was a mid-
- European?

Well, he talks like one.

Would this be your Mr. Rice,
by any chance?

Cor blimey.

No, he's much fat...

Say, Helen,

- isn't that other man your brother?
- Yes.

Oh, that's Martin Teckman, all right.

But it's the other gentleman
we're interested in.

Well, it's not Rice. Is that all?

No, we know who this man is.
His name is Rudolph Kesner.

Rudolph Kesner.

I have a letter of introduction to him.

So I believe.

Excuse me.

Would you care to read your letter
of introduction, Mr. Chance?

What's unusual about that?

Did you notice the reference number?

Now do you want to catch your plane,
Mr. Chance?

As if a writer's life wasn't hard enough
in the first place,

with the taxes and publishers...

What have I done to deserve it, anyway?

Nothing.
All I did was to go and see Garvin.

Promptly all these creatures
crawl out of the woodwork.

Here.

You know, who is this fellow Harris,
anyway? And who is Kesner?

And where does Rice fit in?

You'll feel better when you've had
a cup of tea. Move up.

Do you realize that I...

I can't even prove that Rice exists?

But you cleared his check
with the bank, didn't you?

I cleared his check
with the telephone number he gave me.

Rice seems to have thought of everything.

Yes. I wonder what he's cooking up now.

All my life, I had a golden rule,

take no chances, Chance.

- That's not an ashtray.
- Oh.

It's perfectly useless.

How can I take no chances when I haven't
the faintest idea what's going on?

Philip, are you cross with me
for telling the police about Kesner?

You probably saved my life,
I don't object to that.

But what are you going to do now?

Do? What can I do?

Go back to my flat
and wait for a two-headed Chinese

to ask me to write a book on algebra?

Hello?

Freebersher five, double three, oh.

Could I speak to Ms. Teckman, please?

Speaking.

Is that you, Helen?

Who is that?

Who is that speaking?

Don't you know my voice, Helen?

I can't say my name.

Martin.

What is it?

- Here, give me that telephone.
- Hello? Hello?

Who is it?

Blast it!

Was it him?

- It was, I'm sure it was.
- How could you be sure?

He whistled that tune,
the same way exactly.

Oh, Philip, what does it mean?

- If he's alive, why doesn't he...
- Did he say his name?

No...

He rang off as soon as he heard my voice.

He must've been frightened,
you shouldn't have done that.

Oh, Philip.

Do you suppose that Garvin was right?

That the F-109 didn't crash
and Martin landed it somewhere?

It wouldn't stop him
saying his name, would it?

Perhaps he was frightened,

hiding...

Perhaps he was ill,
he may have lost his memory.

I don't like the sound of it, Helen.

If that really was Martin and he really is
in danger, there's a simple remedy.

What's that?

He can go to the police
and explain to them

what he's been doing
for the last six months.

Oh, leave me alone.

You better tell the police.

But he's my brother!

But he won't do himself any good with
all this hocus pocus on the telephone.

Oh, please go, Philip!

All right, I'll go.

I know it's been a shock, Helen.

But the police ought to know.

Yes, I must think.

- Good evening.
- What the...

Oh.

So it's you.

Why didn't you wait inside?

Have you... lost your key?

Keep away from that phone, please.

You know, I have an uneasy suspicion,
Mr. Rice,

that you're going to start talking
to me out of the corner of your mouth.

Put that phone down!

There you are, what did I tell you?

Where is that letter I gave you?

I really can't take you seriously.

A revolver as well, then?

- I want that letter.
- Why?

There's nothing in it.

Don't try me too far, Mr. Chance.

I'd rather not try you at all.

You don't scare easily, Mr. Chance.

- I'll explain something...
- Now, you listen to me.

There's no use pretending
you've got the upper hand

just because you're carrying a revolver.

It might just as well be a stick
of rhubarb because I have the letter.

If you kill me, you'll never find it.

Maybe.

The police are onto Kesner, you know.
They've shown me a photo of him.

A photo of Kesner?

It's an interesting face, isn't it?

I'm sure he would've treated me like a...

shall we say, brother?

Was that at the airport?

Amusing, isn't it?

And I've got some other news for you too.

Perhaps you can help me
put it into perspective.

Go on.

Well, you see, the police are apparently
following up lines on Kesner.

But here's an odd thing, none of those
lines seems to have led to you.

The police have somehow missed you out,
they're not even sure you exist.

So what?

Well, I keep asking myself

if the police know about Kesner,
why don't they know about Rice?

And the answer keeps coming back.

Rice doesn't know Kesner very well.

Rice isn't quite in with the top people.

Rice is an outsider.

What do you say to that?

You seem to know too much, Mr. Chance.

Well, actually,
I make it up as I go along.

But it seems to have hit the mark.

Will you excuse me?

Why, certainly.

Hello? Hello?

Did you get the letter?

- No.
- Hadn't they got it?

- I don't know.
- Well, I wouldn't be in your shoes.

Leonard.

Oh, good evening, sir.
So you got back all right?

Come here, you old rascal.

How late are you?

Three days, sir.

Do you realize that during that time, this
place has been burgled and murdered in

and only a few moments ago,
I was struck on the head with a gun?

- That's not as it should be.
- Exactly.

Well, of course, that wouldn't
have happened if I'd been here.

No, of course not.

But you were looking after your
dear poor old aunt, is that the story?

Oh, don't say that, sir.

She's very poorly, my aunt.

Sorry, sir.

And you're expecting a crisis
next Saturday, no doubt.

That's right, sir.

Or failing that,
a replay on the following Wednesday.

Go and get me some ice
for my head. And Leonard,

take a week's notice.

Yes, sir.

I'll answer the door first.

Oh, if you don't like the look of them,
bash their face in.

Is Mr. Chance in? My name is Harris.

Don't bash, Leonard!

Oh, there you are.

Good evening, Major.

- You're a bit late.
- What for?

A demonstration of armed assault
exhibited by Mr. John Rice

on a harmless novelist.

Rice has been here?

I'm telling you, he hit me on the head.

I hope it hasn't swollen as a result.

Have a drink, Major.

No, I can't stay a minute.
What did Rice come here for?

He wanted his letter back.

Oh, did you tell him you hadn't got it?

I skated around the point
like a cabinet minister.

Did your man see Rice?

No.

So we still only have your word
that Rice exists.

My word and my bump.

You know, Mr. Chance,

you're going to be in a tricky position
if you can't prove that Rice exists.

I don't see why you should leave
all the work to me.

Why don't you ask Kesner?
That's the obvious thing to do.

That's why we shan't do it.

Well, what do you want me to do?

That's what I've come here for.

I want you to send a telegram to Berlin
to Kesner.

Saying what?

Saying that you want to contact Rice
immediately and don't know his address.

Do you think he'll fall for that?

For your sake, Mr. Chance, I hope so.

Goodbye.

Hello? Hello?

Mr. Chance?

What've you got there?

- It's the ice, sir.
- Oh.

That's me, yes.

My name is Ruth Wade.

No, I didn't expect you
to have heard of me.

Well, I understand that you're writing
a biography of Martin Teckman.

The whole world seems to know about that.

You have now got a bump there, sir.

I can't seem to get out of it.
Would you like to do it?

No. No, but I think
I may be able to help you.

I was a friend of Martin Teckman's.
A close friend.

Oh?

No one ever mentioned your name to me.

Well, there's a good reason for that
and I'd like to tell you about it.

Could I come over to your flat
this evening?

Well, I wouldn't do that. It's...

become rather a social center lately.

Did somebody really give you a clout, sir?

I told you! Uh...

Can I come round to you?

Yes.

Yes, the address is 47 Harrison Court.

Forty-seven Harrison Court.

All right, Ms. Wade, seven o'clock.

Helen!

Oh, Philip.

I'm so frightened.

What on earth have you got there?
Who are you trying to shoot?

I don't know.

I think you better come sit down.

But Philip, why did you come here?

Well, a girl telephoned me this afternoon,

said she was a friend of Martin's
and could help me.

What about you?

A girl telephoned me too.
She said if I came here this evening,

I'd meet a very close friend.

I thought she meant Martin.

- What name did she give you?
- She didn't say.

She told me she was Ruth Wade.

- Ruth Wade?
- Yes, you've heard of her?

Yes, she's secretary
to Charles Shaughnessy,

the head of Walters Armitage.

But she doesn't know about Martin.

Oh, Philip, what shall I do?

You poor thing, you're trembling.

Look, I'll cope with Ms. Wade
if she comes.

You go back to my flat
and wait for me there.

Leonard will let you in.

And do put this cannon away.

It doesn't suit you at all.

It's Martin's. It's awfully heavy.

Philip, I think I'll go
back to my own flat.

- Oh, why?
- I ought never to have left it.

I'm sure all this was to get me away
because something is happening.

I must go back.
Will you come there after this?

I can't, I'm afraid.

I'm expecting a visit from our friend Rice
tonight or tomorrow.

Rice?

Yes, the police persist
in believing I invented him.

- So I'm arranging an appointment.
- Philip.

Are you being quite honest with me?

Honest, humble

and affectionate.
Now come on, don't worry.

- Oh, Mr. Chance?
- Yes.

I'm Ruth Wade. I'm sorry to keep you
waiting, you were quite right to come in.

I had to borrow some milk from a neighbor
upstairs and she started gossiping.

Oh, you've minded the coffee, thank you.
Do sit down and have some.

I'm afraid I can't wait for coffee,
I'm in a hurry.

Will you tell me what you have to say?

You sounded friendlier on the phone.

No doubt.

All right.

If that's how you feel.

Are you aware that Martin Teckman
is alive and in London?

- Has he been in touch with you?
- No, he hasn't.

Then how do you know he's in London?

- Did Helen tell you?
- Helen Teckman?

- Oh, no.
- What do you mean, "oh, no"?

I mean that Helen Teckman and I
are not that well acquainted.

And yet you invited her here this evening.

I invited Helen Teckman here?
Certainly not.

- She thinks you did.
- Well then one of us is mistaken.

Ms. Wade, what exactly is your interest
in Martin Teckman?

He happens to be my husband.

We were married on June the third, 1952,

three weeks before Martin flew the F-109.

- Very few people know.
- Does Helen know?

Not unless Martin told her.

This afternoon, Teckman phoned Helen.

Why did he phone Helen and not you?

He didn't get in touch with me
for my sake.

Why should he ring Helen?

I hoped and hoped.

What did you hope?

Mr. Chance, you seem to know far more
than I imagined.

Please. Please, if you can,
will you tell me one thing?

- Yes?
- Why has Martin come to England?

Does anyone know except Martin?

Mr. Rigby here?

Mr. Rigby?

Leonard, get me the telephone!

Pour me another cup of coffee.

Hello?

Chance? Rice.

Oh, Rice.

I hope you're in good shape.

I don't want anything. It's what you want.

Yes, your letter.

I thought the police had it.

So you have got it, all right.

What made you change your mind?

Well, I couldn't sleep at night
for thinking of all the money you owe me.

Several thousand quid.

Yes, yes, well, I shall be generous,

considering I never wrote the articles.

You can have the letter for...

for a thousand pounds.

Yes.

Yeah, but cash, huh, no checks.

Yes, it is blackmail, isn't it?

When can you come and get it?

I can't.

That's my affair.

You'll have to bring it down here.

A place called Datchet, it's a boat.

A boat, eh? That's sporting.

How do I get there?

Yes.

I know it, yes.

All right, I'll be with you
at ten o'clock.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Rice.

No.

No!

No!

Hello, Rice?

I'm here.

Well? There's my Mr. Rice for you.

Now do you believe in him?

We'd have preferred him alive, sir.

I daresay.

Must be irritating for you, Inspector,
to meet someone you can't question.

Makes it a much harder job for us
checking your story.

Aw now, hold on a minute, play fair.

I've given you Rice,
the rest is up to you.

The rest?

Well, yes, you know...

Who did it and clues,
and things like that.

Oh, we know who did it.

Do you? Who?

I guess he did it himself, it was suicide.

Oh, of course, yes.

Have you any reason to doubt that,
Mr. Chance?

Certainly not, I...

You're the experts, after all.

May I... May I go now?

- Yes, yes, of course.
- Thank you.

I thought it might be yours.

You... you have got one like it,
haven't you?

Yes.
Yes, I've got one quite like it there.

Only mine are all here.

- Ah.
- Where did you find it?

On a boat near Datchet.

On a boat near Datchet?
What an extraordinary place to be.

It was Rice's.

So you found Rice.

Yes, I found him.

Dead.

Oh, Philip...

And this was there?

It was lying just by the body.

I wonder who's it can be.

Oh, Philip,
you don't think that I went to the boat?

- No, of course not, I didn't mean that.
- You thought it was mine and I...

Philip.

How could you?

Would you rather I'd left it there?

Well, all right.

So it isn't yours.
But it might have been, mightn't it?

I'm not saying you killed Rice.
It so happens he committed suicide.

I was simply trying to keep you out of it,
that's all.

Oh, Philip, I'm sorry. It's...

awful of me to laugh but it...

well, it was rather a shock.

Good evening, Leonard.
Sorry to get you up.

Oh, good evening, sir.

Run me a bath, will you? Any messages?

No, sir. Yes, sir.

And you'll have to hurry.

Mr. Miller rang, he wants you to dine
with him at quarter past seven.

At quarter...

It's past that now.

Yes, sir.

And I think
a change of collar is necessary.

- What's the matter with this one?
- Warpaint, sir.

Oh.

Where am I supposed to meet Mr. Miller?

The... The Something Mayonnaise, sir.

The what?

It's a restaurant, sir.
The Something Mayonnaise.

Don't be ridiculous, Leonard.

No, sir.

Would it be the Maison Anglaise?

That's right, sir.

- Any other messages?
- No, sir.

What a dull afternoon.

Well, we can't all be lucky.

Oh yes, there was a young man
came to the door.

What did he want?

Oh, I don't know, sir.
He was some sort of salesman, I think.

I went and answered the door,
and then the phone rang,

and by the time I got back, he'd gone.

Oh, bad luck.

Oh, by the way, Leonard,
I'm having the lock on the door changed.

Oh, very wise, sir.

So, I shall want your key.

I'll... I'll leave it on your desk, sir.

Right. That's all, Leonard. Good night.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.

Good evening, sir.
Have you booked a table?

No, I'm meeting someone.

Mr. Chance?

Yes, that's me.

Mr. Miller's been delayed. That is,
I delayed him. Won't you sit down?

You're Teckman!

- Keep your voice down.
- Here.

No, not yet, not yet.

I want to talk to you.

- You ought to talk to the police.
- One second, sit down.

Look. I've been hunted through Europe for
the past six months, I'm a little edgy.

I've lost my sense of humor
and I can't control my temper.

So for pity's sake, sit still and listen!

Where's Miller?

I called at your flat,
I heard your man on the phone,

so I rang Miller and told him
you couldn't come till eight.

Fair enough.

- Are you still being hunted?
- Yes.

So you took a big risk coming here?

- Yes.
- Just to see me?

You can help me. I trust you.

I wish I could say the same for you.

Oh, for heaven's sake, save your jokes.

I may be dead tomorrow, you can joke then.

I've got a letter here.
It must be delivered by hand.

Uh-uh. Wait a minute.

I've been caught like that before.

Then you won't help me.

You'll have to persuade me by answering
a few down to earth questions.

Quickly then.

Where's the F-109?

Smashed to pieces.

So, Garvin was wrong?

What did Garvin say?

He thought it landed somewhere
and the wreckage was just planted.

- Is that what happened?
- No, unfortunately.

Then what did happen?

I changed my mind.

So that was the original plan?

- Yeah.
- But you changed your mind.

I think I found my mind.

My own mind.

You see...

when you're flying,
you see things pretty clearly.

What did you see?

I saw that my mind was a prisoner.

Not free to decide.

And then what?

I bailed out and let the plane crash.

I thought I could hide.
For five months, I got away with it.

Then one day, somebody recognized me,
quite by accident.

Twenty-four hours later, a man was shot.

He'd been mistaken for me.

- Are you really all that dangerous?
- Of course I am.

Look, I know these characters, who
they are, what they are and how they work.

I've only to go to the police...

Yes, but you don't go to the police,
do you, Teckman?

That's what's so damn funny about you.

You give me this long story about crashing
the plane and hiding and being hunted,

so that I should think you've become
a patriotic Englishman,

but the one thing you don't do
is tell the police!

Instead you go lurking about London
ringing people up!

Isn't it about time
you thought of your wife

and your sister
and Garvin who died because of you?

You fool, you think it's as easy as that?
Listen, I'll say it again, I trust you.

Won't you trust me just till tomorrow?
I know what I'm doing.

Who's the letter for?

It's for Helen.
You must give it to her personally.

I suppose her house is being watched,
her phone is being tapped

and her letters are being opened.

I know they are.

All right. Now, suppose you...

Excuse me, Mr. Chance,
telephone for you, sir.

Oh, that'll be Miller.

Wait a minute.

How did he know my name?

Oh no, Teckman, you don't get rid of me
as easy as that.

We've got a lot to talk about yet.

For instance,
you haven't told me about Rice.

I've never heard of Rice.

- Ah, good evening, monsieur.
- There's Miller now.

He'll be glad to see you again.

Is my table ready?

Hello, Maurice, you've been ages.

Well, I like that,
you said you couldn't be here 'til late...

Never mind about that now.
I've got a big surprise for you.

Blast the man! Wait for me here, Maurice.

Would you like to order something,
monsieur?

Later.

- Maurice.
- Philip, what on earth are you up to?

I've been playing hide-and-seek
with Martin Teckman.

Teckman? Philip, are you pulling my leg?

Don't flap, Maurice. Where is that letter?

Oh. Now listen to me, Teckman's in London
and we've got to tell the police.

Now I've promised to take this letter
to Helen,

so I want you to ring up Inspector Hilton
at Scotland Yard,

tell him to go to my flat and wait there,
have you got that?

- Yes, but--
- All right.

Do hurry up, Maurice,
I'll see you at the flat.

Helen?
Oh good, I was afraid you might be out.

Look. I've got to come round
and see you at once.

Oh well, I... don't know how much
I can tell you on this telephone, but...

I've got a letter for you.

Yes, well never mind,
I'll be with you in one second.

Hold tight, dear, goodbye.

Monsieur,
don't you want to order anything?

All right, just a second!

- Oh, hello, darling.
- Hello, Helen.

I'm sorry I had to be so cryptic on
the telephone. Did you get what I meant?

Yes.

- You met Martin.
- Yes.

- You sure it was him?
- I'm quite sure.

His handwriting will prove it anyway.

- He told me a few things too.
- What did he say?

About the F-109, for one thing.

He bailed out and let it crash.

Oh God...

Old Garvin wasn't so wrong after all.

But it seems Martin
changed his mind in midair.

Oh, Martin.

He's been chased all over Europe.
He looks it, poor fellow, too.

Aren't you going to open your letter?

Helen.

To be quite frank, haven't you ever faced
the possibility that Martin might've...

I was terribly afraid it might be true.
Oh, Philip...

I'll get you a drink.

No, it's... it's all right.
I'll be fine in a minute.

I'll just go and get... get a hanky.

- Would you like a brandy, darling?
- Yes.

Oh, thank you.

- I'm sorry to make such a fuss.
- I think you're being very brave.

Here. You read it. I don't want to.

All right, if you say so.

He says...

"Dearest Helen.

Don't think too badly of me
but I can't keep this up much longer.

My wife gave me courage
to do a reckless thing but my nerve went.

I'd tell the police if I weren't a coward.
Goodbye, Helen. God bless you.

Martin."

Oh, Philip, he said his wife.

He's married to Ruth Wade.

So she's the one behind it all.

Never mind about her for the moment.
He's the one that matters now.

But Philip, what are we to do?

What we've been trying to do. Find him.

I'm afraid he's not in, sir.

What do you mean he's not in?

I got an urgent message
saying he wanted to see me.

Oh, well, would you care to wait?

I sent that message, Inspector,
Mr. Chance asked me to.

Oh, well, perhaps you can tell me
where he is and what he wants.

At the moment,
he's delivering a note to Ms. Teckman.

That's hardly my affair.

He told me that the note
was from Martin Teckman.

Oh, well, that makes a difference.

He also said that he met Martin Teckman
at the restaurant we were in.

Do you believe him?

I don't know what to believe, Inspector.

Mr. Miller, I gather you were in the RAF
with Teckman,

in the same squadron, in fact.

Yes, I told you that.

Well, did you ever
have any special buttons made

with the RAF emblem on them
and the number of your squadron?

Buttons?

Oh, I know what you mean. Yes I did,

I had some made for a blazer
after I was devolved, why do you ask?

Oh, just idle curiosity, sir.

You detectives make an ordinary question
sound like the third degree.

Good evening, Inspector,
glad you've come. Hello, Maurice, thanks.

Well, did Mr. Miller tell you the news?

I understand you're supposed
to have seen Martin Teckman.

There's no supposed about it,
I saw him as large as life.

What's more,
he gave me a letter for his sister.

- Which I believe you've delivered.
- Yes.

Didn't it occur to you that such a letter
should be taken straight to Scotland Yard?

Well, no, Inspector, it didn't.

But I know what's in the letter.

Well?

Well, it was a farewell message.

He evidently means either to leave
the country or to leave the world.

I think we'd better find Harris.

If I followed you correctly, Mr. Chance,

the sequence of events was like this.

Teckman gave you the letter and after
some discussion, you put it on the table.

A waiter could've seen it.

You were called to the telephone
but didn't go, suspecting some trick.

Then Miller arrived, you stood up,

and while your back was turned,
Teckman vanished.

You chased Teckman and lost him.

You returned to the restaurant and Miller
was there with the letter in his hand.

Then you took it to Ms. Teckman.

Have I got it right?

In every suspicious detail.

Ask Ms. Wade to come in, will you please?

Will you come in, Ms. Wade?

Good evening, Ms. Wade.
Did you bring the writing?

Yes, it's...
it's only a short letter, I'm afraid.

Oh, that'll do very well. Do sit down.

Now, Mr. Chance,

would you say this note was written
by the same person as the letter you read?

No, certainly not.

The handwriting is quite different.

Thank you, Mr. Chance.

That's all I want to know.

Wait a minute,
that's not all I want to know.

- Who did write that?
- Martin Teckman.

How do you know? Who told you?

It's a letter he wrote to me
before we got married.

Of course
you have Ms. Wade's word for that.

But let me tell you,
she has a thumping good reason for lying.

Why should I lie?

To save your own skin, of course.

I've already told you
what Teckman wrote in that letter

and I suggest that woman
is behind this whole business.

Oh, really, Mr. Chance.

We've known Ms. Wade for quite a time.

Longer than we've known you.

Thanks very much.

Inspector, do you mind telling me what
the devil this whole business is about?

Oh, where would you like us to begin, sir?

Since we shall be needing
Mr. Chance's help,

you might as well
begin at the beginning, Inspector.

Well, it would be about the time
Teckman joined a certain political group.

That's right.

A member of that group persuaded him
to fly

the F-109 to a foreign country

but they didn't persuade him quite enough.
He crashed it instead.

Yes, I know that.

Since then, Teckman's been on the run.

We don't know why he's running
or where he's heading for.

He obviously doesn't want
to contact the police.

And he obviously daren't rejoin the group

because the only way they want him
is dead.

Oh, Ms. Wade,
there's no need for you to stay.

Sergeant, would you show Ms. Wade out?

- Good night.
- Good night.

Well, you two have made everything
clear as mud.

Where do I come into this?

You come under the heading of
"dangerous busybody."

Oh, that is gratitude for you.

You share the honor
with Barbara Jeffries and Garvin.

What about my favorite character, Rice?

Oh, Rice was a little man
with big ambitions.

He didn't like the way
the hunt for Teckman was going.

So he decided to whisper to the boss.

And the boss was Kesner.

We found a code message
in that letter he gave you

complaining about a member of the group.

But the group didn't know
about that message.

They knew you had a letter to Kesner.

That was enough. Only the head of
the group was allowed to contact Kesner.

Rice knew that quite well,
that's why he died.

I thought he had something
on his conscience.

He had.

Among other things, Garvin's death.

Now, Mr. Chance,

knowing what you do,
are you prepared to help us?

- Yes.
- Even if it's dangerous?

Oh... I suppose so.

Well, it's not.

I want you to take Ms. Teckman
out to lunch tomorrow.

Now you come over the road
to my flat and let's have a drink.

That's very kind of you, sir.

Thank you for a lovely lunch.

Well, I'll be pushing along now.

I'd ask you in
but I have such a lot to do.

I quite understand.
Perhaps we could have some dinner tonight.

Yes, perhaps we could.

Well, I'm sorry to be such dull company, Philip.

- Oh, nonsense. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Well, what now?

Thank you, Mr. Chance,
that was a great help.

It spoiled the taste of my lunch.

- You get what you wanted?
- We did.

OMP.

From 9C for Charlie, can I have car-to-car
with 10C for Charlie?

- 10C for Charlie here.
- We're in position.

- Well, let us know if you see her.
- Roger.

- Well, what do we do now?
- Oh, nothing yet.

We just... sit here?

That's right.

Well, that's fine.

- She's coming out of the back now.
- Right, which way is she heading?

She's getting into a taxi.

Heading this way.

We're coming round. Follow up.

That's Martin Teckman!

So that's why she came up here.

Is Wallace standing by?

Yes, he's there.

Tell him to keep them in sight.
We'll stay here.

Contact us as soon as you know
where they're heading.

Roger.

Wallace is following them into the tower,
side entrance.

Right, we'll get round there.
You do the same, only wait at the corner.

Tower Bridge itself, ladies
and gentlemen, comparatively modern.

But its foundations were not laid
until as recently as 1886.

Sorry, I thought we were being followed.

What do you want? What is it?
Why have you come back?

You don't seem very glad to see me.

But you shouldn't have come back,
you'll be killed.

You know the police
are trying to find you.

I had to come back.

And please keep together.
Keep to your parties, please.

In the white tower, ladies and gentlemen,

to which the inner and outer walls
were added during the next two centuries.

You would find every type of weapon of war

from the bow and arrow
to the modern rifle,

from the days of William the Conqueror
to the present day.

This tower, ladies and gentlemen,
which is now also the armory...

I can't help you. I tried
but they're turning on me now.

And the police are after you
because of Philip.

- Philip Chance? Why? He's honest enough.
- He's a fool.

If Rice hadn't interfered,
I could've led him away easily.

He didn't want to.

Why have you taken these stupid risks?
What is it you want here? Is it money?

- I want you to be safe.
- What do you mean?

We're in position now.

Okay.

Now do listen. There's a boat down there
at the docks. It's leaving tonight.

I fixed you a place on it.

- Me?
- Yes.

You mean to say you've come all this way
to arrange for us to leave the country?

- Not us, you.
- What are you talking about?

I'm giving myself up, to the police.

Martin!

Will those people rejoin the party
this side of the chains, please?

Please walk, ladies and gentlemen,
straight past the Bloody Tower

to our next stop
which will be the beacon tower.

Hadn't we better go in, Major?
She may be in danger.

No, she's all right,
we've got a man in there.

Besides, Teckman won't hurt her.

What makes you so sure?

This.

It's the real letter Teckman gave you
in the restaurant.

They found it in her bedroom.

Well, she did go into her bedroom
while I was pouring her a drink.

She must've prepared the other note

as soon as you telephoned
to say you were arriving.

And I suppose you think
that ties up your case, Major.

Don't you?

I'm still convinced that Helen Teckman
has been trying to protect her brother.

And at considerable risk to herself too.

Now I don't see that this letter business
proves anything to the contrary.

I said I've made up my mind, my own mind,
you can't make me change it.

Can't I, you fool? You never made up
your mind in your life. I was your mind.

And I still am.

No, Helen, not any longer.

You always had your own way all our lives.

You were stronger than me and quick
and you still are. But I've changed.

I always felt safe with you,
you protected me.

I never felt frightened.
All my courage came from you.

It was your courage that flew the plane.

But these last six months
I've found out what I was.

A coward.

And now I know I'm a coward,
I don't need you.

You'll regret this. You'll be killed.

Is that the worst threat you can think of?
It's all I deserve.

You'll never do it.
You haven't got the willpower. You're ill.

Your nerve will give way, you're
exhausted, you haven't got the strength.

Goodbye, Helen.

There he is, boys. This is it.

It's all right. He's lucky,
it's only a shoulder wound.

Is he all right?

Yes, nothing serious.

I never thought they'd take a risk
like that, Blair will get them.

- They aimed too high, I'm afraid.
- Oh, Martin!

- Where's Chance?
- It's all right, he's following Helen.

Helen.

The police have been trying to make me
believe a lot of things about you.

They said that you came to France to
dissuade me from writing that biography

and that you arranged our meeting
on the plane deliberately.

They've also told me that...

you are the head of a subversive group.

It isn't true, is it?

No...

I knew it wasn't.

But you have been playing me up a bit,
haven't you, Helen?

Changing Martin's letter over like that.

You knew he was married to Ruth Wade,
didn't you?

I found out, it was a terrible shock,
they never told me.

I can't forgive Martin for that.

Don't you mean that you can't forgive
Martin for marrying at all, isn't it that?

Martin's so weak, anyone can dominate him.

It was Ruth Wade who
led him into all this terrible trouble.

And you have been trying to protect him.

He's my brother, Philip,
whatever he's done!

Yes, I know, you said that before

when I wanted you to tell the police
about Martin.

Why won't you tell everything
to the police, Helen?

I'm frightened.

It's better to face up to it.

What else can you do, anyway?

Do the police know I'm here?
Did they follow you?

I don't know.
They were all gathered around Martin.

There's a ship at the docks.

I could get on it if you'd help me.
Oh, keep the police from following me.

But why run away?
Can't you see it's like admitting

that everything the police
have said about you is true?

Please, Philip! Help me!

Darling, I'm trying to help you,
can't you see that?

I want you to be cleared,
it matters terribly to me.

I'll back you up, it'll be all right.
Come with me now.

- Don't touch me.
- Look, Helen.

What's the matter with you?

- Why are you frightened?
- Let me go!

Oh, Helen.

Now do you understand?

Yes, I think I understand.

Everything the police told me about you
is true, isn't it?

You interfered with things
that don't concern you.

You concern me.

Very much once.

I thought you needed help.

I suppose you killed Rice.

Yes, I killed Rice.

The police told me that,
but I didn't believe them.

They said you wanted
to kill Ruth Wade too.

Yes, I did.

And you're proud of what you've done.

Proud of it? Because I let Rice
intrigue behind my back?

Because my own brother betrayed us
for the sake of a girl?

Do you think I'm proud of that?

Martin may be dying at this moment.

He deserved to die,
he ruined everything we'd worked for.

He hated everything you've worked for
and so do I.

Are you gonna kill me for that?

No, I need you. You're going to the police
to tell them you couldn't find me.

- So that you can get away?
- Yes.

Oh no, Helen.
We're going to the police together.

You're asking me to kill you.

Am I?

No, Philip.

Give up, Helen.

Look out!

Thanks very much.

Thanks for bringing me down, Maurice.

Now, perhaps you'll leave me in peace
for a change.

Perhaps you'll forgive me one day.

I don't see why I should.

Did I tell you we're publishing
a cheap edition of Red Sky All Day?

Oh, are you?
In that case, I've forgiven you.

- Have a nice flight.
- Wait a minute. I nearly forgot something.

Is that your button?

Yes, I think it is. Where'd you get it?

It was in my flat.

It must've dropped off my blazer
when I stayed with you last year.

Funny, I never noticed it.

I suppose my wife sewed another one on.
There are dozens about the flat.

You can keep it if you like.

Really kind of you.