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Count Sinistre.

Born 1588.

Condemned for his infamous

and barbaric crimes,

to be buried alive.

Because thine eye is evil,

thy whole body be full of darkness.

Guapa.

Come on Tania, quickly.

Plenty of drink. Lots of food!

Ah! Come, a toast to Tania.

- To Tania. - Tania.

Come, Tania.

Bruno.

As is our custom, the mingling of your blood will join you as one.

Tania! Beloved...

Sinistre. Sinistre.

Kill him! Kill him!

The evil eye, the curse of Sinistre.

No. Why you?

Awaken.

Rise from your sleep.

Feel its power, drawing you to me.

No force on earth or in heaven

can destroy the symbol of Sinistre.

This talisman that sets me above everyone.

Come.

You are my chosen bride.

You will follow me until to end of time.

You should not have offered him a room, Bouvier.

This terrible storm last night...

The road was impossible, I could not refuse to give them shelter.

I shall feel happier when he is gone.

What about Mademoiselle Braun?

She's leaving this evening.

Now please, will you excuse me, I still have work to do.

- Get the car fixed okay? - Yes, it goes like a bomb.

You missed a good lunch.

- Hey, what's all this? - We're going to excavate some caves,

back of the village.

They're quite something, according to Madeleine.

Oh, Keith, drop these in the postbox will you?

Every place we stop, postcards.

They happen to be the ones you didn't post in Marseilles.

Touché. Excuse me.

- Dave! - Car sounded a little healthier.

Yes, but it took them long enough.

It's about time. The day's half over. Where have you been?

Ate too much.

And Keith, be careful.

Come on now. Stop playing little mother.

See what happens when you bring big sister away with you?

Now stop worrying. Bye now.

- See you. - Bye.

Monsieur Baxter, Pardon, but what time will you be leaving?

- Why? Do you want to get rid of me? - No, no, no, no, of course not.

Haven't had time to look around yet, so probably tomorrow.

- Merci, monsieur. - Hi there!

Hi Madeleine. Finished the packing?

Almost. Just had to come up for air. I'm exhausted.

- Do I need reviving! - Can I get you a drink?

Oh, that's the best offer I've had today.

- I'll send for the waiter, monsieur. - We'll be on the terrace.

The stuff I collect just mounts up!

- Well, travel light, that's my motto. - I agree.

The climbing tackle the boys carry around weighs a ton.

Some of these caves here, Madeleine, have you seen them?

Oh, darling,

can you see me crawling on all fours under ground?

- Give me peace and quiet. - You certainly get it here.

The place could do with a bit of livening up from what I've seen of it.

And spoil my favourite hideaway? That's right,

we don't want hoards of trippers tearing the place apart.

- It's a ghastly thought! Good. I'd like to have a vodka- double.

Me too. - Cognac for me, please.

Scotch and soda.

Does that character ever talk?

He doesn't like strangers, darling.

- They're a bit off-hand in the village too. - Oh, it takes time to know them.

Tomorrow London. Oh, it's a pity that I have to go.

Tonight of all night. The old business calls.

Why? What's so special about tonight?

It is All Souls Eve.

It's a big religious ceremony.

- Oh, you must see it. - What happens?

You'll see, but I promise you it's really something.

Well, I hope the boys will be back in time, they hate to miss out on anything.

- Everything all right, Keith? - Yes. Okay.

Paul, come and see.

- Anne, what is it? - It's fascinating.

What did I tell you? What a marvellous setting for a story.

Hey?

- Especially what come later. - Oh? What happens?

They go down to the graveyard. It's a ritual.

Oh, you must see it for yourself, Paul.

The atmosphere alone. It's make a marvellous horror.

You know, ghouls and witches.

Don't let your imagination run away with you.

It's really rather touching.

They place candles on the graves of their dead departed.

And they also keep one burning in the windows of homes.

It's to light the way for returning lost souls

who supposedly rise up on All Souls Eve.

- You must see it. - Do you want to go?

- I'd love to. - All right, I'll get my coat.

- Bring mine too, will you. - That'll be my taxi.

Well, I guess this is it.

Oh, sorry it's hello and goodbye when we were all getting to know each other too.

You'll give me a ring when you get back.

- I will. - Paul, you've got my number.

- Now, don't forget to call me. - Right.

- And say goodbye to the boys for me. - Right.

- Are you cold? - No, it's nothing.

Someone walking over your grave.

That's what they say, isn't it?

- Bye now. Must dash. - Bye.

Are you ready?

- All set. - Let's go.

Keith?

Keith!

Paul? Don't let's go any further.

- Why, what's wrong? - Come on, let's go back.

No, just a second. I want to see what's going on down there.

Paul! Paul.

- What is it? - Go back.

Do no further. Let their souls rest in peace.

It is too late.

The Black Death is upon you.

- The evil eye. - Here, what is the nonsense?

Nothing can protect you from the evil one,

and those who follow him.

- Take me away, Paul. - Don't let her scare you.

- Please, let's go. - It is too late.

Sinistre, the devil of darkness.

Someone close to you... A loved one...

The Black Death has struck.

- Paul, Keith. - Come on.

Stay here.

Nothing can be done, I'm afraid.

He is dead.

Oh, Paul.

Most regrettable, but these are the risks they take

If they had asked my permission to go there...

- You would have refused? - Most certainly.

Such careless young people. It' is very dangerous.

Why isn't it cordoned off?

- Or some warning there? - Would that have stopped them?

The people in the village do not go there. They know better.

What about the other boy, Dave? He's still down there.

Monsieur, the gentlemen explained. There has been a fall of rocks.

It is impossible that he could be alive.

Are you going to do nothing?

We have done what we could. We cannot do more.

Now, the boy's sister, will you see that she comes to my office tomorrow.

There are a few papers to sign, some formalities.

- You understand. - Inspector, the doctor...

The doctor has made his report, I'll give it to the lady tomorrow.

I suggest you return to the inn, Monsieur.

There will be no trouble, I think.

Come, my dear. You must not be alone.

If only I could do something to lessen your grief.

It...happened just like she said.

- The warning. - Warning?

- The Gypsy - That is nonsense.

- You cannot believe... - She saw it!

The mark of the Black Death.

She talked of the evil one and his followers.

- I know it sounds crazy... - My dear, you must forget such things.

Gypsies exist on such legends. Make believe.

But what she said happened!

But you cannot connect such talk to the tragedy.

It was a coincidence. Tragic, but...

My only regret is that we were unable to do more.

We heard them cry out...

- By the time we got there... - Yes, I know!

Let me help you erase this unhappy memory.

How is Miss Forrest? Is she all right?

- I don't know, she is not here. - What do you mean?

Well, I left her for just a minute and when I returned, she'd gone.

Perhaps she's gone up to her room?

Of course, I told her she must try and rest.

I'll just check. See if she's all right.

Perhaps the night air will make you sleep.

It is so quiet.

So deathly quiet.

But so peaceful.

There's something strange about this place. I feel it...there's a

a fragrance. A sickly fragrance that reminds me of death.

My father, when he died,

The way he lay. It's like that.

You must try to forget such unhappy memories.

It has become so cold, my hands are like ice.

Maybe we should go back.

In a moment.

Anne?

Anne!

Bonjour, Bouvier. - Ah, Bonjour, Monsieur Inspector.

- It looks like a fine day? - Yes, a very fine day indeed.

- I believe Monsieur Baxter expects me. - I will tell him.

Would you like a coffee, perhaps?

Café noir or cappuccino?

An excellent idea, Bouvier. Café noir s'il vous plait

- Oui, monsieur. - Ah, Bonjour, monsieur.

- I understand you wish to see me? - Good Morning.

- Look, Inspector... - Shall we...

- I'd like to go over once more what happened. - All in good time, please.

I prefer you to sit. First we shall have some coffee.

Please inspector, let's not waste time.

It is so strange. You Anglo-Saxons, you have the reputation for being so unemotional, so calm.

And we Frenchmen, we are supposed to be all puff, Puff, puff. But it is not so.

A girl has disappeared. How do you expect me to behave?

Come now. We must discuss this calmly and with reason.

I am trying to be calm, but she's disappeared.

I am aware of that. My men have not been idle. We are still looking.

The whole night they have been searching.

Monsieur. - Thank you, Bouvier.

- You would like to join me? - No thank you.

Look, is there something I can do?

Ah, excellent croissants, fresh...hot.

Are you quite sure?

Thank you, Bouvier.

Please monsieur.

So you say you heard a scream?

- Yes. - Are you certain?

Well, it sounded like a scream.

It sounded like a scream.

So you could have been mistaken?

It's possible.

I understand you are a writer, Monsieur.

Yes.

What do you write, fact or fiction?

What are you suggesting, that I imagined all this?

There was a gentleman and his wife.

Perhaps she left with them?

Inspector, her clothes are still in her room.

Yes.

I see.

Now, Miss Forrest...

She was very upset over her brother's death?

Naturally. It was a terrible shock.

What are you getting at?

Hi?

It's for you, Monsieur Inspector.

Thank you. They apologize.

Hello? This is Inspector Malin speaking.

Ah, I see.

Miss Forrest. I see.

Please attend to it. I shall come over immediately.

Monsieur, her body was discovered in the lake.

- It seems she took her own life. - I don’t believe it.

- Please. I must go. - I'll go with you.

- No, you will not. - She was an old friend.

- I insist! - I insist that you stay here, monsieur.

- This is a police matter. - Look, inspector!

You will hear from me later when I have concluded my report.

Bonjour, monsieur.

I'm so sorry, monsieur.

Apologies monsieur.

I did not wish to wake you, but there is someone to see you.

- I know it's late. - I'll come right down.

Your bed, monsieur... I will attend to it.

Oh, good evening.

Oh, my apologies for calling upon you at this late hour,

but I had to come and offer my condolences.

My wife... She's so upset.

If only she had not left her.

Please, she's nowhere to blame.

If there is anything I can do, you have only to ask.

well, these people, this village...

Village? What do you mean? I don't understand, monsieur.

Is there something they're afraid of?

Oh, monsieur, it's your imagination.

They saw them at the cave. They all ran away.

Monsieur, you are an intelligent person.

These are simple people.

They're superstitious. The celebration last night...

- One doesn't take it seriously, monsieur. - Yeah, but the gypsy...

Would you believe such foolishness in your country?

I can understand how you must feel, but come now...

I tell you there is something wrong and I'm going to prove it.

Prove? What can you do, monsieur?

Get a second medical opinion, for one thing.

I'm having the bodies flown back to England.

- I shall insist on a postmortem. - That is nonsense.

Maybe. But I've just have this feeling and I've got to be sure.

- There is something else. - Something else?

You were about to say...

- This is a very beautiful piece of work. - Please be careful.

Oh, I'm sorry, I...

- Just a foolish toy, monsieur. - A toy?

I might have killed you.

I doubt it.

But you were about to tell me something.

That crest...

Oh, it is of no significance. It is just an old piece.

Have you seen this before?

No, no. I was just interested, that's all.

Look, if you'll excuse me, I have to be up early.

I'm leaving the first thin in the morning for England, so goodbye, monsieur.

No. not goodbye. I have the feeling that we shall meet again.

Yes, perhaps.

I am sure of it.

But next time under happier circumstances.

Monsieur.

Sinistre! Sinistre!

Sinistre! Sinistre!

We await your commands.

I, Sinistre...

leader of the living dead,

summon you and others to follow...

both near and afar...

to pledge allegiance to the devils of darkness.

We follow, oh master.

We are your slaves.

We obey without question.

This...

will show them to submit to servitude.

Must be cut out...

The stranger who threatens to expose us

must be struck down.

We will go in their place.

The talisman, the all powerful symbol that protects us...

must be returned.

My Lord Sinistre.

Master, take mine, I beg you.

You...

who defiled the sacred symbol...

must perish.

I tell you, Madeleine, I'm just not satisfied.

Paul, I know how you feel, but what good will it do?

It'll prove I'm right, for one thing.

But the doctor's report, surely that's enough?

It isn't enough for me.

But if the autopsy proves you're wrong?

Okay, then I made a lot of fuss over nothing.

And what about Anne's family? Haven't you considered their feelings?

Family...

An uncle in Canada she hasn't seen for years.

Well, if you insist on going through with it.

Well, I have to, for my own peace of mind.

well, I'll do my best.

Believe me, Madeleine, I hope I am wrong.

But I'm sorry I blew up like that.

That's all right. I understand.

Oh, and call me as soon as you have any news.

- Bye, Paul. - Bye, love.

Doctor, Mr. Baxter to see you.

- Welcome to the zoo. - Hi, Bob.

Sorry I had to drag you down here all this way.

You sounded pretty worried on the phone.

- Confused is more like it. - What's it all about?

- You don't mind do you. I'm up to my eyes in this. - You carry on.

Sorry to disturb you but I had to talk to someone.

Okay, talk.

Bob, you must have come up against some weird superstitions in your travels.

- many times. - I don't mean against primitive jungle tribes.

Look now, you don't have to wear a loincloth

or beat a tom-tom to be primitive.

Or for that matter, superstitious.

do you walk under ladders?

- No. - Superstition.

Maybe superstition's the wrong word.

What about the supernatural?

Well, like they say: "There are more things in heaven and earth..." et cetera, et cetera.

Scientists have only scratch the surface of the extraterrestrial.

We have to rely on psychology rather than the so-called material proof.

Now take the witchcraft. Everyone knows that went out with the Middle Ages.

Oh, you think so?

Do you know when the last witchcraft trial took place?

1926. In France.

There was another case in New York a few years ago.

A man hired a character who supposedly had the evil eye.

His job was to frighten the men working under him.

Oh, I know, it sounds crazy, but it's absolutely true.

Take my work here.

Snake venom and its effect on animals.

Poison to cure human beings.

If I was in the jungle, I'd be a witch doctor, right?

How about those coffins? They couldn't just vanish.

So somebody took them.

And at a rough guess I'd say that somebody

didn't want you to have those bodies examined.

That's what I think.

If there's another reason I'd be very glad to hear it.

What made you suspicious in the first place?

The gypsy. She predicted it.

Crystal gazing I know nothing about.

- You haven't much to go on, have you? - No.

Do you see the police being interested in Black Death and Evil Eye talk?

- They'd have me certified. - What about that medallion you mentioned?

- Have you got it? - Yes.

Of course, there may be no connection.

You should have handed it over, you know.

I just thought it might be tied up somehow.

You could be right.

- There's your evil eye. - Yes?

This snake or serpent, or what ever it is. Come over here.

That's how he catches his victim. He hypnotises it.

Freezes it with a look so that it can't move,

then he makes his strike.

Here we have the bat effigy.

In many countries they are said to have occult power.

- What, those things there? - Mm.

They look harmless enough.

They do carry rabies, you know.

Oh, not that one, don't worry.

What do you think, Bob. Do you think there may be something in all this?

Well, you want something more concrete before you go to the police.

Is there nobody else that can help?

Somebody that knows the village, perhaps?

There's Madeleine Braun. She's been there a couple of times on holiday.

Well, what are you waiting for man? Get on to her.

Madeleine, do you mean to tell me that people are actually going to buy these?

- Look at this one. - You'd be surprised, darling.

I know my American tourists.

They must be out of their tiny minds.

Put it there, darling.

Hello, 'The Odd Spot'. Hello?

- Paul! - Hey, Madeleine.

- Where do you want this? - Oh, hold on a minute, will you?

Oh darling, Karen, be an angel and give Derek a hand.

- Sorry, sure. - Put it in the back there darling, would you?

Sorry, Paul.

Yes, I read about it.

I called you last night.

Oh darling, I hate to be a bore, but...

Well, I'm madly busy at the moment. Could it wait?

I wanted to talk to you about the village we stayed at in Brittany.

Yes, but you know the place.

I thought you might be able to tell me something.

Well, anything.

No, no, no, it has nothing to do with the police.

I talked it over with a friend of mine who does research at Rayburn's lab.

- He thinks I may be on to something. - Oh, darling.

I do think you're becoming a little, well, obsessed with all this.

But if you think I could help.

Look, why don't you come over this evening.

About 9:30?

Right fine. Thanks, Madeleine.

- Hello, Mr. Baxter. - Yes?

Good Morning. I am Inspector Hardwick, Scotland Yard.

I would like to talk to you.

Yes, well you better come in then.

Thank you.

Scotland Yard, hey? You never mentioned the autopsy?

What's the point? I have nothing to go on except a hunch.

They say the it was just a routine call.

They've no idea how or why the coffins vanished.

I've had quite a day. I've been doing a little research.

I spent the afternoon at the British Museum.

If you ever get bored, I can recommend the North Library.

What did you find out?

Here we are: a talisman, your medallion.

A talisman: an object which is said to possess a supernatural power.

See "Ceremonial Magic", otherwise "The Art of Dealing with Spirits".

In a word: necromancy or sorcery.

Raising the souls from another world.

All Souls Eve.

By the way, do you know why a bridegroom carries his bride across the threshold?

No.

The door was where the Devil or those with the Evil Eye were said to congregate.

Just something I thought you might like to know.

Well, where was I? Yes...

- Witchcraft. - Black magic?

No, that's not a criminal offence since 1736.

But last year there was a lot of publicity in England,

about some mysterious rituals.

Grave openings, bodies being removed.

However, it's all here.

I hope you can sort it out with the help of Madeleine.

Oh, I almost forgot. I's better be getting over there.

Thanks again for doing the slave work.

It's quite an eye-opener in an evil sort of way.

Back to the Bunsen burner.

- Bye, Bob. - So long, Paul.

Be quiet!

Darling, I'd like you to meet meet Karen, my new girl.

Hello.

You'll find out who's who later, darling.

Names are such a bore to remember.

Derek. Grab yourself a drink, dear,

- and put yourself about. - Okay.

- Hi, Karen. - Hello, Derek.

- Oh, very dolly. - down boy!

Go on darling. Mix and mingle.

- What'll it be? - Vodka.

- With it? - With it? I'll say she is!

Welcome to the elephant's graveyard, my dear.

It's about time some of these were put out to pasture.

- Well? - A model, eh?

How old is she? Difficult to tell in those glasses.

Oh, just turned 20.

Must have been a U-turn!

Now, now, darling! No need to be bitchy!

Oh, sweetie!

- Madeleine, I thought... - Darling they just descended!

Now you know how it is!

Now I did call you but there was no answer.

Oh come on now, relax. It'll do you good.

We'll have a little talk another time...tomorrow...

- I don't think I should. - I won't hear of you rushing off like that.

Karen? Karen?

I want you to meet Paul. Be a little darling,

- look after him. He needs cheering up. - Hello.

Go on you two. Have fun.

Colonel? Come along.

Well, you have heard the lady. - Yes I heard.

I think a drink, to start off with.

You look as though you could do with one.

- I could do with more than one. - So whose counting?

Hey, the man's smiling!

See the effect I have, or is it the Johnny Walker?

No, no, you were right the first time, wrong the second.

- Canadian Club. - Any way you're feeling better. I can see that.

I'm surprised you can see anything in those.

- Why all this mystery then? - Just part of the image.

well I can't bear to talk to anyone wearing dark glasses.

- Mind if I destroy the image a little? - Don't be too destructive.

Yes, that's better.

The same goes for you, now you're in focus.

Yes, I bet you live alone, like it and you're in show business, right?

I live alone, loathe it, and I'm a model, off and on.

- And when you're off? - You name it and I've done it.

Right now I work for Madeleine.

- You and antiques? - Oh well, it makes good contacts.

An artist came in the other day looking for a models, so...

- So you're on again? - Looks like it.

He's supposed to be here this evening. Coming to talk business.

- Best of luck. - Thank you, I might need it.

I can't figure him out.

Or myself either for that matter.

Still it's a job.

But what are you doing after it's fixed?

Go back to my one-room fire trap, I suppose.

- does it have a phone? - Cromwell, 2400.

I've got a better idea.

If you get hungry, I know a place where the scrambled eggs are great.

I never eat breakfast.

Still, if it's as good as you say, maybe.

I cook in a non-stick frying pan...

Well, eggs make a change from etchings.

Now, now, Paul. You mustn't monopolise!

Come on, Karen, darling, circulate.

Okay.

- Well, you have heard the lady. - I heard.

I think this is where I came in.

I'll see you later then?

I can't wait to see your kitchen.

- I have to go say goodbye to all my friends. - Okay.

Oh, Karen, my sweetheart!

Be a darling and get me a drink, would you? I have to see a man about an address.

Paul?

Paul!

Good evening my dear.

My apologies for startling you.

- Good morning, inspector, sergeant. - Morning.

You're having quite a time of it, one way or another, hey?

All this for nothing?

As I told the constable last night nothing was missing.

- What's over there? - The bedroom.

Go and have a look, will you serge.

- What about windows? - All locked.

- Front door? - That was open when I came home.

- What time was that? - Around 2:30. I'd been to a party.

- What time did you go there? - About 10pm.

Did you notice anybody hanging around outside when you left the place?

No, I was in a hurry. I just came home for a minute then I popped out again.

You were in a hurry?

- You aren't suggesting that I... - Did you close it?

Oh, it has happened. I've done it myself before now.

But that doesn't explain why they went to so much trouble

for nothing.

You haven't been plagued by anonymous phone calls and such like?

- Regarding what? - Practical jokers.

We've had a spate of them lately. Getting us out on wild goose chases.

False alarms, phony robberies,

coffins disappearing.

No, that was no practical joke, Inspector.

pretty bad taste if it was.

Has anything been reported?

No, nothing so far.

Nothing back there, sir, windows and doors okay.

Look, Mr. Baxter, if as you say, nothing was stolen,

is there anything they may have been after?

- No nothing. - Are you quite sure?

Why should I keep anything back?

Oh, you'd be surprised how reluctant some people are

to give us the full facts.

I think they like to make us earn our pay.

We get the complete runaround sometimes.

And who knows? Maybe some of them probably do have something to hide.

Look, Inspector, I've told you everything I know.

Yes / Yes. I'm sure you have.

Still, if you do happen to remember something,

anything little thing that might give us any...

Oh, yes, at least one other thing, Mr. Baxter.

I understand you know a Dr. Kelsey.

- Dr. Kelsey? - Yes, I was with him last night.

That's right, your name was in his diary.

You saw him before you went to the party?

What's all this about, Inspector?

Mr. Baxter, what time have you leave Dr. Kelsey?

- About 9:30pm. - I see.

That's about the time of his death.

- He's dead? - Didn't you know?

That found this morning. It was on the radio.

What happened?

An accident. A poisonous snake. It escaped and the doctor was bitten.

He was also rather badly crushed. A heavy cage fell on him.

I'm sorry to break this to you so suddenly, Mr. Baxter.

Bad luck seems to be following you around, doesn't it?

You'll be hearing from us.

Oh, and I'd like to hear from you

if you happen to remember anything that might help us.

Any little thing.

Yes. Yes.

- Oh, Inspector... - Yes?

Thank you again.

Magic and the Supernatural.

A Treasury of Witchcraft.

Schizophrenia.

And the Encyclopedia of Witchcraft and Demonology.

That's four to go on. I'll check on the others.

This will keep me busy for a while, thanks.

Oh, I'm dying for a drink. How about you?

Thank you, my dear, but no.

I would prefer if we could continue.

Okay. Do you mind if I slip across to the pub for a moment or two?

- Mmm. I shall be here. - Are you sure there's nothing I can get you?

- Nothing, thank you. - How's it going?

Pleased?

You are a perfect object, my dear, I only hope I can do you justice.

Oh. Have I interrupted?

Oh, Karen, I would like you to meet my wife?

Hello.

- You are leaving? - Oh, I'm coming back.

Oh. Unless you'd rather make it tomorrow?

I would prefer that we continue tonight.

All right, I'll see you later then. Goodbye.

It's obvious. She knew you were deceived.

You did not tell her that you had a wife?

- Is it important? - To me? Yes!

Tania.

You know the reason why this girl was chosen.

She will be the hostage. The talisman must be given back to us.

- And then? - She's of no further use.

Oh, Armand. Is it true?

Tell me she means nothing to you.

How can you doubt me?

Did I not choose you?

Go now. The talisman must be returned.

- And if the Englishman refuses? - He will not refuse.

But he is suspicious, he asks questions...

Then we must make sure that his questions are not answered.

You must watch.

Go now, before she returns.

Excuse me, sir. The book "Talismans, the Power of Magic"

is not available.

What do you mean, it's not available?

well, it's in our restricted section.

- Is it possible to have a look at it? - Not today, sir. No.

I'm afraid it's almost closing time.

Oh well, thank you. - Oh sir, no smoking permitted.

Hello?

Cromwell, 2400.

May I speak with Miss Karen Steele, please?

Yes, hold on will you.

Karen! Miss Steele, telephone.

Miss Steele? Telephone.

Miss Steele? Telephone.

- What? What? - Miss Steele?

- You're wanted on the telephone. - Oh, it's much too early.

Hello.

I'm afraid Miss Steele isn't in.

Well, it's hard to say. She comes and goes.

- Yes. - Tell her, Mr. Baxter called.

My number is Chelsea 3131.

Yes, thank you. Goodbye.

Excuse me. Oh, sir!

I'm terribly sorry, but the book "Talismans, the Power of Magic"...

- Yes? - We don't have it, sir.

- But yesterday you said you had it? - It's missing.

- We've looked everywhere. - Missing?

I've got a terrible suspicion that it's been stolen.

As far as I know, it's the only copy in England.

- If it shows up, would you put it aside for me? - Yes, of course, sir.

It's extraordinary, the interest in the occult these days.

Yes, if you do find it, call me will you?

- Thanks. - Thank you.

Hello?

Oh, yes, you called this morning.

Yes, I gave her your message, Mr. Baxter.

No, no, I'm afraid she isn't.

Well, it looks as if she's gone.

Her clothes are all gone.

No.

Hello?

- Karen, are ill? - No, it's nothing. It's gone now.

But you're trembling. Perhaps if you rest, please.

No, I'll be all right in a minute, really.

You must take care, my dear.

Your hand... It's so cold.

- Karen. Karen. - No, no, please.

No.

But darling you know what these girls are like, completely irresponsible.

Not Karen.

Hey, what is this? Don't tell me you and Karen...

- Well, what do you know... - Be serious, Madeleine.

You're serious and no mistake.

And to think I brought you two together.

- The party was a success. - This artist that was coming, did he show up?

What? Oh darling, to be perfectly honest

it got so mad I don't know who was there and who wasn't.

- You don't know who he is, or anything? - Oh sweetie, you know Chelsea.

People come and people go.

Oh, you mustn't get in a tizz.

She'll turn up, I'm sure.

Now look, if you want that little talk... You know, the villagers, Paul?

I think it may be a bit late for talking, Madeleine.

Paul.

Well, I'm glad you've decided

to take us into your confidence at long last, Mr. Baxter.

I'm sorry, Inspector, but I had nothing to go on, nothing tangible.

It took a girl's disappearance to stop you playing detective?

This also may be just a hunch.

I've no proof she's mixed up with all this.

You know, for a time, I thought that you were mixed up with it.

Whatever it is.

- Me? - Dr. Kelsey.

His death was no accident. He was murdered.

The two marks on his neck might have been a snake bite,

but he didn't die of poisoning.

That snake's venom had already been extracted.

That's funny.

Miss Forrest, the girl who was drowned and her brother Keith ...

They also had two marks on their necks.

Did they? Look, Mr. Baxter.

Don't you think it's about time to told me everything?

Tangible and otherwise...

Karen?

Karen!

- What are you doing here? - Your girl, Karen.

- Yes? - I know now why you have brought her here.

- Now, you know. - And what she means to you.

You tell me that she is a hostage, but she's here to take my place.

Please, I beg of you.

Send her away.

Haven't I served you? Carried out your every wish?

And you will continue to do so.

Please, send her away. Get rid of her.

- Only when the talisman has been returned. - That is not true.

She's here to take my place. That is what you want. I know it.

Silence!

I must have the talisman by sunset tomorrow.

Please, I beg of you, do not send me away.

Go I tell you.

I am dismissed?

Until I summon you again.

You know, when I was a youngster,

I used to conjure up all sorts of faces.

Phantoms, demons and the like...

just gazing into the fire.

And as for making up ghost stories,

I could scare the living daylights out of myself sometimes.

You should have been a writer.

I know one thing... What you've just told me

beats any story I ever dreamed up.

Or read about for that matter.

It's the truth, Inspector.

That man who found the boy's body and his wife...

Could you describe him to me?

Yes, he was quite distinguished looking.

Around 35 to 40, dark.

His wife was very attractive. Kind of Gipsy-ish.

- What was his name again? - Moliere. Armand du Moliere.

Yes, he was very charming.

But I got the feeling it was affected. He was much too smooth.

You know what beats me is why Dr. Kelsey was killed.

Are you sure you didn't tell anybody he was helping you?

- No. - Not even Karen Steele?

No.

- I'm very worried about her, Inspector. - Yes, so I've gathered.

Crazy isn't it?

You meet someone only once...

Hey, you know it's 1:30am.

Oh I'm sorry.

I didn't realise it was so late.. Shall I ring for a cab?

No thanks. A walk will do me good.

And I'll take this ugly little brute along with me.

well, I must say, it's a change from the usual routine.

Don't bother, I'll see myself out. Good night.

Good night, Inspector.

Hello? Yes, Madeleine?

Karen? I'll be right over.

When I came home, the door was open and there it was.

Who could have brought it and why?

You tell me. The artist maybe?

Just a minute. Look.

- His signature? - The serpent and the bat.

- The talisman. - Talisman?

A medallion, I found, the night Anne disappeared.

I thought it might have something to do with her death, a clue.

Paul, don't think me mad, but...

Could this be some sort of a warning, a message, or...?

Karen's been kidnapped. The medallion is the ransom.

Yes. Do you have it?

No. No, I gave it to the police.

The police? Are you mad?

- Madeleine, what's the matter? - Oh you fool, don't you know what you've done?

What are you talking about? - Karen.

She's in danger if anything happens to her... Can't you see what you've done?

You must get it back somehow.

I know how you feel, but I think I'll just take this along with me.

It may be too late. Get the medallion.

Sorry, Madeleine, but I've got to do this my way.

Please, let me go.

Devils of Darkness, huh?

Count Sinistre, otherwise ​​Armand du Moliere...

born 1588.

It's the same man, Inspector, but it's not possible.

Well, I don't profess to know anything about reincarnation

The raising of the dead...the ritual, it all fits.

The resurrection of the dead, the ritual... It fits together.

Yes, and his followers have started up over here now.

Sergeant, get onto Interpol.

See if they've got anything on this Moliere and that village.

Malin, the local police inspector. He must have known about this.

You got that? Oh, and go pick up your men outside, will you.

- Right. - Inspector.

If the picture was to scare me off, why this? Why this tip off?

I'd say somebody was stepping out of line by the look of things.

Pity you disturbed them before they finished the message.

The O... I wonder what that means?

The only?

The old something?

Odd? The odd spot?

- Madeleine's shop? - Yes.

Yes, I think we'd better have a few words with Miss Madeleine Braun.

Madeleine Brown. Is she here?

- I'm sorry, we closed. - Inspector Hardwick, Scotland Yard.

- Is she upstairs? - She's not here I tell you, she's gone away.

We'll look up there anyway. Excuse me.

What's this all about?

- What's upstairs? - Just an attic.

You are not supposed to go up there.

Aren't you?

I don't know what you expect to find here?

Never mind that. Open it.

See. I told you.

- Do you know where she's gone? - Don't know. To the country somewhere.

- The truck arrived yesterday morning. - A truck? What for?

Looked like a couple of coffins.

She gets all kinds of antiques you know.

Inspector. I've got the dirt from France.

They're on the same thing over there.

That Inspector Malin got arrested yesterday morning

and a whole crowd from the village.

It's black magic all right.

They're on their way over here. Some place called Ferndale.

There must be dozens of places called Ferndale. Did they say which one?

No. By the way, seen this?

- What happened? - Look.

Cover it.

Sinistre. He mustn't know.

We can't tell him. Madeleine, he mustn't find out.

First the talisman and now this.

You fools, the girl is all he really wants.

- And Tania? - He wants Karen.

He can have her. We'll offer her to him tonight.

A sacrifice?

The initiation.

will take place at midnight.

Karen?

Go out!

Karen. I want to talk to Karen.

- I want to bring Karen a drink. - Go out!

Karen. Why can not you be nice to me, Karen?

- Why can not you be nice? - Leave her alone, you fool!

What did you go and do that for? A terrible...

What's this?

Oh, no, no, no!

No! No! No!

You are not only beautiful, my dear...

you are also very brave.

As brave as I?

Your followers, master. They await you.

Please. I would like to help.

How did they get on to Malin?

Remember the waiter. A plain clothes man.

As soon as he nailed the Inspector the whole village opened up.

Took them long enough.

Well, fear can be a terrible thing, Mr. Baxter.

When you're monkeying with black magic, who knows what you're up against.

Arise.

Prepare the circle that binds you as one.

We are one, oh master.

We follow your bidding.

Calling 34. Calling 34.

Inspector Hardwick here. Go ahead.

The Ferndale division reports that Madeleine Braun has a country home about a mile from the village.

Edge of woods. The old cemetery. The old manor. End of message.

Thank you very much. Out.

The Odd spot. The Old Manor. And it is near the cemetery.

That's the place all right. Come on.

You,who follow the devil of darkness pledge allegiance.

We follow, oh master. We are your slaves.

We obey without question.

In the name of our Lord Satan,

- do you acknowledge the powers of darkness? - We do.

We follow the orders of Sinistre.

The one who defiled the sacred talisman...

has been struck down?

- Get every available man. - Yes, sir.

And hurry.

Calling all cars in "V" Division. Calling all cars in "V" Division.

Proceed to the Old Manor, Ferndale, immediately.

Proceed to the Old Manor, Ferndale, immediately.

Before you is the neophite who shall be initiated into the order.

Before you is the convert who will serve as high priestess,

and become my chosen bride.

With her own blood, I will make the mark of the sacred talisman.

You will awaken to find life everlasting.

Inspector!

Sinistre! Sinistre! Sinistre!

A sacrifice! A blood sacrifice for the devil.

For Satan, for Satan, for Satan!

No! She cannot be yours.

Look! She has the mark of the cross!

Kill her! Kill her!

Satan.