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The Chillingham partnership?

No, I'm afraid it's with a client. Can Mr. Herne help?

I'm afraid I can't disturb Mr. Chillingham.

I can't really say how long.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Yes. Bye.

Mr.

Chillingham?

Mr. Chillingham?

What's going on in there, Mr. Doctor?

You'd better come in.

I shouldn't bother. I've already checked.

Chillingham is quite dead.

I expect you'll want to call the police.

Ah, Clarissa. Charles, quick. Get the police. Mr. Tillingham's been shot.

He's dead, Charles.

Sorry to drag you away from your very expensive lunch, sir.

Anything happen since you phoned me?

Not a thing.

You run a check on him, have you?

What's his name?

George Stamford, sir. Not a sotty.

He's all organised up there, isn't he?

You know me, Chief Inspector, sir.

Who went there, sir?

The town, the town?

Any other stuff?

That's an answer.

There's no other way out of that office, is there?

All right, you'd better get on with it, Jack.

So, are you going to do something?

Mr. George Stamford, we're police officers.

I'm going to unlock this door and we're coming in. Understood?

Ah, the gentleman of the law.

On your feet, Mr. Stamford.

Hands on table.

He's not harm, sir.

Mr. George Stamford?

Perhaps you'd like to tell us what happened, sir?

Where is it?

Hmm? The weapon, Mr. Stamford. Where is it?

The weapon?

Oh, Laurie, I can't help you.

I see.

Look around, Sarge. It can't be far away.

You, sit down.

Chief Inspector Walters.

What can you tell me about this man, Stanley?

Well, we only met him today.

I understand he lives abroad in Australia.

His father was an old client of Mr. Chillingham.

Why did he come here today?

I told the sergeant I assumed it had to do with his father's estate.

Old Mr. Stamford died recently.

You're all right, miss. Do you want a cup of tea or something?

I'm fine.

Not very lively company, is he, officer?

Comedian.

Hiding the weapon. That meant to be funny, too.

How can I hide what I never had?

There's no sign of it about, sir.

Well, maybe he threw it out the window.

Look below.

Owen Jack!

Don't come back without him.

We'll find him, Mr. Stanford, and when we do, you'll be charged with murder.

Until then, you're not obliged to say anything, but if you do, it may be taken

down and used as evidence. Have you got that?

Now, any more little gems of wit?

Inspector. Chief Inspector Walters.

Murder squad. Well, Chief Inspector Walters, you seem to have made up your

about me.

Mr. Stanford, this office is on the sixth floor. There's no other way in

through that door, which you locked from the inside. No one else has been in

here.

So only you could have killed him.

I just do questions.

Why he shot him and what you done with a weapon?

Forensics here lad.

Small bore, I'd say .22 or .25, but we'll have to know for sure.

What range?

I can't say yet.

It was an inside shot, though, wasn't it?

It's possible.

It's also possible it came from that car park across the way.

Oh, come on, Alex. This has got to be down to our friend here. You could be

right. It's a lovely shot, though, clean as a whistle.

I'm finished here, Chief.

Aye. Look, make sure your lads give him a right going over. I want chapter and

verse on him. No, get where you always get, laddie.

Well, he didn't throw it out the window, sir. That's for certain.

All right, Jack.

See that car park over there? Top to bottom.

You don't really think we're going to find it there, sir? No, but it's the

other place a shot could have come from, anyway.

Oh, by God's sake, do that in some other office.

Problem time, is it?

No weapon. You'll need one, laddie.

It's got to be here somewhere.

It's got to be.

Oh, um, where'd they put Mr. Stanford?

Oh, in the documents room, through there, Inspector.

I see.

Look, I'd like you to think carefully.

After you heard the shot, did Mr. Stanford come out here, you know, even

moment?

No, Inspector, he couldn't have. He was locked in.

Can you confirm that?

Well, I was in my office at the time, but I did see Miss Tower lock the door,

and it remained locked till you arrived.

When you saw Mr. Stanford in the office, did he have a gun?

I'm sorry.

All I can remember is Mr. Chillingham lying there dead.

My one thought was to get out.

Hmm.

There's nowhere inside that office that he might have hidden it. You know, a

safe, for instance.

A safe from the documents.

Oh, well, what do you keep in there?

Confidential papers.

Have you got a key?

Yes. Perhaps we could have a look.

They're in my desk.

It's a rotten way for her to end her stint with this inspector.

What? Well, who is her? Miss Tower.

Leaving at the end of the month.

Oh, I see. Why was that?

Personal reasons, Inspector.

Not unconnected with marriage.

I'll open this safe for you.

Thank you.

You're at home, Inspector.

For the moment, thank you.

Please wait outside.

The loyal secretary.

She thinks I did it too.

Didn't you?

Why should I want to do a thing like that, Inspector?

Oh, don't worry, Mr. Stamford. We'll find out.

What was your business here?

I believe I'm allowed legal representation.

It's a one call, isn't it?

May I?

Thank you.

We'd been discussing my father's affairs for about ten minutes. We'd both been

smoking, the room had fogged up a bit, so Chillingham got up and opened the

window.

You don't believe me, do you?

Well, he made a remark about the view, and then there was this noise. I didn't

think it was a shot at first, and then Chillingham fell.

I thought he'd fainted when I saw the blood.

So what's your saying?

They said he was shot by somebody outside the building.

It is the only possible explanation, isn't it? Do you know what a low

bullet is, Mr. Stanford? I have some idea. Do you know what the chances of

killing a man of that range are? Pretty remote, I should think. Impossible, and

we'll prove it too. Then we'll be left with just you, won't we?

I hate to labour the point, Inspector, but without a gun, I couldn't have shot

him.

Clever bastard, aren't you?

But this is just the start, Mr. Stanford.

I'll find a weapon and a motive to go with it, and then I'm going to put you

away. That's a promise.

Not what I'd call an impartial man, Inspector.

I always come like you're concerned, sir.

All right, take him away.

Where the hell is he, Jack?

I've looked everywhere, sir, I promise you that.

Yeah, well, we'll wait and see what forensic come up with.

If they rule out an outside shot, then we'll really slam into Stanford.

If he's handled a weapon, it's bound to show up.

All that garbage about an outside shot.

He's just trying to throw us off. It's got to be in there somewhere. It's got

be.

All right, Jack.

Get some men up and tear the place apart.

Sir?

Don't let me see your face till you've found him.

Peters, check every last detail of Stamford's past. Job movements of the

right? Bert, work on the witnesses, especially the secretary.

Check that flag, get a warrant if you have to.

Noble, work on Chillingham, old man's stand. But Harris, keep it moving my way

and fast.

Now, I want a result on this one, so get weaving.

Hello? What's keeping you?

Your promotion is what's keeping me, Chief Inspector.

What? Oh, I'm still looking, sir. Well, get on with it. I need that weapon.

Is my lawyer here yet? Why'd you lock the door?

I told you, Chillingham locked it. Why?

Because we had private business matters discussed.

What private business?

Why would you let me see my lawyer?

The truth, Mr Stamper. Then you can hold hands with whoever you like.

Now, you say you weren't sure it was a shot you heard, is that so?

But if, Petty, you're an ex -mercenary, you don't know the sound of gunshot,

you're lying, Stamford. Oh, please, yourself.

You went in, you locked the door, you spoke of it, then you let him have it.

Admit it, Stamford.

Look, Inspector, you can't force me to admit something I didn't do.

There's a long way to go yet.

You will.

Chief Inspector Walters, I'm not a fool.

If I'd planned to kill Chillingham, do you seriously think I'd go to his

lock myself in, shoot him and hope to get away with it? You did it, and then

disposed of the gun. I don't know yet, but I will, Stamford, I will.

Now, let's go from the beginning again.

Oh, you're a very persistent man.

You don't know the half of it yet.

This is junk, Alex.

Nothing on him. Oh, sorry, but the judge will take kindly to rewriting history.

That shot came from inside Chillingham's office, didn't it, too?

No powder marks on his hands. I don't believe this. Then find me a pair of

gloves, armed especially, a low -colour gun, and I'll give you a case. I want

that arrogant sod.

No, if it were, you could always lean on him a bit. Well, with an expensive

brief breathing down my neck.

Besides, Stamper's too smart to stampede under pressure.

He's planned this.

Without a weapon, he knows I'm going to be laughed out of court.

Have a look at what ballistics say about the slug.

No rifling marks. That's right. The weapon was rigged. Homemade, you know.

zip gun. I made up of bits and pieces, so find me just a piece of it and you've

got a case.

Yes? Listen, Jack, leave what you're doing and start again.

This time you're looking for a zip gun.

A homemade job?

Yeah, bits of metal.

only down and hidden it. Just one piece, that's all I need.

From what you tell me, Chief Inspector, your case is purely circumstantial, so I

must ask you either to charge my client or to release him. If you do not charge

him, and he is not released within the day, I shall seek a writ of habeas

corpus. Anything else?

No, except to point out, of course, that such procedure would hardly be welcomed

by your superiors.

But I hope it will come to that.

Walters.

Jack, you found him?

What, not even one bloody small piece of it?

Hold it.

Yes.

Well, keep looking till I tell you not to.

Keep looking, will you?

What do you want? The connection between Stamford and Chillingham, sir.

It looks like you've got a motive.

When do I see my clown?

You'll be lucky.

It's a bit footloose, aren't you?

Oil drilling in South America, mercenary circus hand in Australia.

You live there now, don't you? And run a small engineering factory.

Tell me, why were you never tempted to go into your father's business?

We didn't get on, my father and I. Oh, you know how it is, Inspector.

Successful father, wayward son.

When did you last see him?

About eight years ago.

How did you learn of his death?

formal notice to the next of kin.

Did he come as a shock to you?

No, really.

Knew he suffered from heart disease.

Oh, how was that?

Well -meaning friends, always someone wanting to reconcile the irreconcilable.

How much money did he leave?

About two million pounds, sterling.

Didn't come to me, though.

No, no, it went to research into heart disease. Yes, that's what my father

intended, yes.

It was a lot of money.

Well, money was all that my father had left to give, Inspector.

It's my fault, I suppose. They do say I broke his heart, you know.

The Association for Medical Research.

Yeah, my father's beneficiary. At least I believe that's what it called itself.

You did know it was a fraud, didn't you?

It was under investigation.

Its president was due to face proceedings.

And as we both know, the president of that association was Chillingham.

You killed him because he cheated your father, didn't that, sir?

Chillingham did need killing, even you must admit that, Inspector.

And so you killed him.

I deny that emphatically. Do you hear that, officer, emphatically? Come on, Mr

Stamford, we can prove time and place, the strongest possible motive.

We even know what kind of weapon you use, so what more do we need?

A gun. Oh, yeah.

It was a zip gun, wasn't it?

Now, that's easy enough to make for a man who's an engineer.

You broke it down into little pieces, didn't you?

You found such a weapon, even a small piece?

Not yet.

That's hardly the point, is it?

I mean, we know how you did it and why.

So come on now, admit it.

Admit you killed Gillian.

You are going to have to prove it, Inspector.

And can you without a piece of this gun?

Oh, yeah.

Dave?

We are coming.

Yeah, I know. Well, look, tell him. 8 .30, Saturday morning, first tee.

Get up.

What is it? The report on the witnesses, sir.

Herne is clean, but the secretary... Thanks, Harris.

Still looking, sir.

Forget the weapon, Jack, and get back here. Bring Miss Tower in with you.

Sir. Miss Tower has gone home. Go round and pick her up, then.

You've not been quite frank with us, have you, Miss Tower?

I'm not sure I understand.

Sit down.

Good job.

Joe!

You told us you'd resign.

I intended leaving at the end of the month, yes. In fact, you resigned to

being fired.

We know, Miss Tower, we found a letter to that effect in your flat. Now,

your line?

Well, Mr. Tillingham suspected I'd done something unethical. Such as?

He believed I'd passed on confidential information to an outsider.

It's Stanford, isn't it?

You also lied to Mr. Hearn.

There's no fiancé. You're not getting married.

Now, why was that?

There were reasons.

Oh,

come in.

Chair for Mr. Stamford?

You know Miss Tower of Goldsmiths, of course.

Rather better than you indicated.

He wrote to you from Australia. She's not involved in this, Inspector.

Why did you both lie about your connection with each other?

I didn't lie.

I said I'd never met him. Oh, just pen friends, is that it?

Exactly that, Inspector.

You told Stamford his father was being cheated by Chillingham, didn't you?

Yes. Why didn't you tell us then?

I didn't want to get involved.

Oh, and is that why you lied to Mr Hearn?

It wasn't my place to tell him that his senior partner was dishonest. But you

did tell Stamford. Now, why was that, if, as you say, you didn't want to get

involved?

I did it for his father's sake. No other reason?

What other reason could there be? Your relationship with Stamford.

You're serious.

Oh, he's very serious indeed, aren't you, Inspector? You knew Stamford had

to this country for one reason and one reason only. That was to kill

Chillingham.

I second that. And as for you, you'd have us believe that no one else had

into that office.

Absolutely right. Wrong.

One other person went into that office. You, Miss Tower.

You went in, you took the gun from him, and then you disposed of it. There's no

other possible way he could have left that office.

But that's just not true.

You planned this job together, didn't you? You listened to me, Chief

There was no relationship between us.

I knew and respected his father, and I hoped for his sake there might be a

reconciliation with his son.

And there wasn't.

And when he died and I found out what Chillingham had done with the money,

that was too much.

That's why I wrote to you. I hoped you'd do one last thing for your father.

Force Chillingham to use the money the way it was meant to be used.

I didn't want Chillingham killed.

Inspector, who do you think put the fraud squad onto Chillingham?

Chief Inspector Hyde.

Fred, Walter's here.

That tip -off you had about the Chillingham affair, remember?

Who was your source?

Now, I know all that.

I see.

No, thanks, Fred.

Show Miss Tower out.

Well, I'll have my clothes back now, if you don't mind, Inspector.

Clever bastard, aren't you?

Put this in the end, Stanford.

Wherever you go, whatever you do, I'm going to be there.

I'll find that weapon, and when I do, we'll see you as the last laugh.

Now get him out of my sight.

Yep. You're never going to believe this, sir.

What? Do you remember last October, Stanford, the one that got away?

Who was it with him?

He found out how he got rid of the gun.

And if you thought for 2 ,000 years, sir, you'd never come up here. Get on

it, Jack.

He did it all right, and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it.

see for yourself, sir.

That's right, sir. That's the evidence.

Come, club.

Follow the law.

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