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'The finest show we have ever held'

'with nearly twice as many dogs benched as last year.'

'Refreshments are being served at the marquee'

'at the west end of the grounds.'

'Bichons ready in ring number two.'

'Next event, number 729'

'collies bred by exhibitors.'

'Have your dogs ready.'

'Quiet, please, during the judging.'

'Attention, please.'

'Judging in ring one, event number 728.'

'Scottish terriers, American-bred dogs.'

'Great Danes in ring number two.'

'Great Scott in ring number one.'

'This is number 292, Captain McTavish'

'shown by the owner, the well-known fancier'

'Mr. Philo Vance, whose kennel comprises'

'some of the finest campaigners in America.'

That's fine. Look here.

Now smile, please.

Oh, cup to your right.

- That's great. - Great.

Sorry, boys, but these are not trophies.

'Hold it. Hold it right there.'

- 'Thank you.' - 'Thank you so much.'

Mind if we go now?

I can stand one dog, but this bedlam

is getting on my nerves.

Don't be impatient, darling.

We'll have plenty of time for dinner.

- How old is that dog? - Two and a half.

'Event number 728.'

'The blue ribbon won by Gillespie of Heatherstone'

'Dundee Deviler is runner-up'

'and Midlothian Gentleman receives the special.'

'Better luck next time, Mr. Vance.'

Oh, my dear..

Don't be down hearted, Captain.

You're still champion with me.

Maybe we'll have better luck in Italy, huh?

Tough luck, Vance. I was hoping to have the pleasure

of beating you tomorrow.

Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Coe.

Perhaps you'll get stiffer competition

from Sir Thomas MacDonald.

Perhaps.

I wanna borrow Misty Morgan for a second.

But, Miss Lake, you know Mr. Archer

don't want any one to borrow his dog.

Come along and protect him, if you like.

That's enough, Sir Thomas.

I wouldn't take off another whisker.

Hmm, I think you're right, Sandy.

'Get ready. Hold it. Thanks.'

There you are, Ghillie, laddie.

Hello, Hilda.

- Hello, Tom. - Well, what's the idea?

I thought we'd do a little private judging.

I don't imagine your uncle would particularly approve of this.

I'm sure he wouldn't.

Hold him there, Sandy. Let's take a good look at him.

Alright.

Come on.

Wag your tail.

Mm-hmm.

Well, what do you think?

I think its a pretty close thing.

But I 'm not worried, eh, Sandy?

I think your bet is safe, sir.

Here we are, sir.

What the devil do you think you're doing, Hilda?

- How do you do? - 'How do you do, sir?'

I just wanted to prove that you're going to lose money

to Tom when these two get into the ring tomorrow.

And have you proved it to your satisfaction?

So much so that I want you to loan me

$1,000 to place on Ghillie.

- Hilda! - That's the cheek for you.

Wants to bet against me with $1,000 of my own money!

I wasn't asking you for your money.

I merely want you to loan me some of mine.

As long as I control the purse strings

you're not going to do any betting against me.

You'll be grateful that I've saved

a few thousand of your fortune someday.

But don't raise your hopes too high, Hilda.

Bring that dog out here.

I shouldn't let him worry you, my dear.

If you knew how I hate him, Tom.

The things he's done to me.

- I despise him. - Darling.

Now, let's see. Where did I put that..

Ah, here it is.

"Unsolved Murders."

Huh, you know, I almost forgot it.

I wouldn't have been able to sleep a wink tonight

wondering who murdered who and why.

How any intelligent man can read

that drivel is beyond me, Brisbane!

What time does that Chicago train go?

5 o'clock.

- Well, it's 4:15. - Oh, you've got plenty of time.

Yes, I know, but I want to get out of here

before Archer gets home.

- Good afternoon, sir. - Afternoon.

Is my brother at home?

- Yes, sir. He's upstairs. - Tell him I want to see him.

Yes, sir.

- Your taxi's waiting, sir. - Alright. There's the bag.

Did you get those reservations?

Yes, sir, and Mr. Archer

told me to tell you he wants to see you, sir.

Oh, he did, eh?

You tell him I don't want to see him.

- Tell him I said so. - In those words, sir?

Exactly, unless you can think of something stronger.

Yes, sir.

Of course..

Of course, it's none of my business, Brisbane

but I wouldn't talk that way in front of Gamble.

I don't trust him.

I just couldn't resist it.

I'd like to see the look on Archer's face when he tells him!

I wouldn't.

How the deuce can you stand it here?

Why, there wouldn't be enough money in the world

to compensate me for being Archer Coe's secretary.

Oh, he's not as bad as all that.

Say, you'd better be getting along.

There's such a thing as carrying loyalty too far.

Don't forget, I overheard a few

of his choice remarks to you when you dared

suggest that you were in love with Hilda

and wanted to marry her!

'I'm afraid you're taking Archer'

'a little too seriously, old man!'

Did you deliver my message?

I thought it best to wait till you were safely away, sir.

Do you mind dropping me off?

I have an engagement with Hilda for dinner.

Come ahead. Come ahead.

'All aboard.'

'Albany Express to Stamford, Bridgeport'

'New London, New Haven'

'West New Haven'

'Providence'

'Boston.'

'Here is Sir Thomas MacDonald now.'

What's the matter, Sandy?

Something terrible has happened, sir!

- Ghillie's gone. - What?

And I cannot find him.

They've taken him off the bench, sir.

Well, he couldn't have got loose.

He didn't break that lock himself, either!

I haven't been away from that dog

for ten minutes all day, sir.

I just went into the restaurant to get a wee sandwich.

And when I come back, he was gone!

- Sir Thomas? - 'Yes?'

I think we found him, sir.

- Where? - Out in the alley, sir.

This way, sir.

Ghillie.

He's dead.

I'll kill the man who did this!

Listen, Tom, you mustn't do anything

until you're sure, please!

I've got my own ideas.

Oh, I know Uncle Archer's mean and cruel

but I can't believe he'd do a thing like this!

Hello?

I'm sorry, but Mr. Archer Coe isn't here.

Your dog dead?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry!

I'll try to locate him at once.

Go away from me, you!

'Get out of here!'

Get out!

I suspected it when I saw you together this afternoon.

You' re nothing but a two-timing--

Get out of my apartment!

Get out!

From now on, it is your

apartment, all yours!

I'm getting out for good!

Ah, Mr. Coe.

- My dear friend, I-- - Yes, I see you are!

- Perdoni? - Yes.

Oh, I am.. How do you say it?

Canto Allegri.

I came to see you.

I received the cable from Milan authorizing me

to complete the deal for your Chinese collection

and confirming the price of $117,000.

'Means decorations and all that sort of thing'

from a very grateful government, I suppose.

Oh, un momento--

But it's no good now of course.

- I've changed my mind! - But you have promised me.

You can't go back on your word!

What will I tell my people? What will I say?

A pity you didn't think of this before!

You might have been a little more discreet, eh, Grassi?

But you have signed a contract with me.

Too bad for you! It's still at my home in my safe.

- Oh, but you will-- - Most certainly destroy it..

...tonight!

I'll tell you what'll I do.

I'll give you Miss Delafield for nothing!

Hey, Liang, at it again, eh?

I was led to believe that a cook's place

is in the kitchen. The next time I..

I have been expecting my dismissal, Mr. Coe.

We have served our purpose

these priceless treasures and I.

'I overheard Mr. Wrede saying'

'you were preparing to sell this whole collection.'

You've been listening at the keyhole, have you?

You cannot sell them, Mr. Coe.

Do you think I would have dishonored my ancestors

perjured my soul, cheated my own countrymen

to acquire these for you, had I not believed

that you would reverence them as I do?

That's the worst of your race.

A pack of mawkish sentimentalists

about your ancestors!

I don't need you tonight. Go on, get out!

I would suggest you consider most carefully

before you sell.

Mr. Coe?

Mr. Coe?

Breakfast, Mr. Coe!

Breakfast!

Mr. Wrede?

'Mr. Wrede? Mr. Wrede?'

What is it, Gamble?

Mr. Coe, Mr. Archer Coe has killed himself!

Killed himself? When? How?

He's sitting in there like.. And the door is bolted!

You' re positive?

Yes, sir, in his bedroom!

- Phone the police. - Yes, sir.

Hello?

Give me police headquarters, quick!

Homicide. Sergeant Miller speaking.

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I don't get you. Take it easy.

- Suicide? - Suicide?

Wait a minute! You're not gonna run out on this hand!

Yep. Who?

Archer Coe, 98 East 71st Street?

Okay, I got you.

That it, Sergeant?

Yeah.

Well, good-bye, Ernest.

Sergeant Heath to you, cub.

Kick in with that six bits!

Oh, relax, will you?

'This is your case, sergeant.'

'You better get the boys out.'

- 98, 71st Street? - That's right.

Alright. Come on, Snitkin.

Tell Doc Doremus to hurry right out

to 98 East 71st Street.

Did you say East, sergeant?

- East, yes. - I got it.

"Daily Mail? Give me city desk.

Calling car 18, car 1-8.

Hello, "Times? Charlie Atler...

98 East 71st Street.

Last night Archer Coe committed suicide.

Proceed immediately, and call your station for instructions.

'Drier and warmer with light to moderate winds'

'for New York and the vicinity today and tomorrow.'

'And now for the latest news flashes.'

'Archer Coe, the well-known sportsman and collector'

'committed suicide last night'

'at his home, 98 East 71st Street.'

'His body was discovered by the butler at 8:00 this morning'

'when he took up a breakfast tray.'

'No reason has been advanced for this action'

'as Mr. Coe was in excellent health'

'and had no financial troubles.'

'No news has been received from..'

Is the land phone still connected?

Yes, sir, but it will be disconnected

in about two minutes, sir.

I see.

Hello?

Hello, Markham.

Hello, Vance.

I thought you were on your way to Italy.

I am.

I say, Markham, uh, I just heard about Archer Coe.

Yes, too bad he had to bump himself off like that.

Uh, that's why I called you.

Are you sure that he did bump himself off?

Well, his butler tells us he's sitting in a locked room

with a revolver in his hand and a bullet in his head.

I don't know what else you'd call it.

I don't want to butt into your affairs, but..

...aren't you a bit hasty in jumping to that conclusion?

Hasty? Why?

Well, if you knew Archer Coe, you would know

that suicide is almost

a psychological impossibility for him.

Psychological bosh!

Two and two make four, don't they?

But how do you know you have two and two?

Just let me point out to you--

Oh, point out the Statue of Liberty!

Say, Vance..

Hello? Hello?

The land phone has been disconnected, sir.

Oh.

Uh, will you have my luggage brought up?

Yes, sir. Steward?

Just have them send it ashore.

- I've decided not to sail. - Sir?

Vance, you've been right about a lot of cases in the past

but I can't help smiling at you getting off that boat

and giving up a swell trip, all because of a hunch!

As a matter of fact, Markham, it's more than a hunch!

Huh?

It just so happens that I talked with Archer Coe only yesterday.

What? Where?

The Long Island Kennel Club.

Now, I can't conceive of a man on the verge of suicide

being very deeply concerned over winning

a championship at a dog show, can you?

No. What do you mean?

Simply this.

As late as yesterday afternoon, Archer Coe

was looking forward with the keenest anticipation

to winning a blue ribbon from Sir Thomas MacDonald today.

Sir Thomas MacDonald?

Say, wasn't it his dog

that was found dead last night?

Right.

And Archer Coe found

dead this morning!

Do you suppose there might be some connection there?

I don't know.

But if someone were to try to kill Captain McTavish

I'd probably turn murderer myself, wouldn't I, Captain?

Hello, Mr. Markham.

I got your message to hold everything up.

'What's the idea?'

- Hello Mr. Vance! - Good morning, sergeant.

- Well, it's been a long time. - Several years.

I might have known it would be you

the world's champion troubleshooter!

- Now, come on, boys. - Come inside.

Well, chief, this is another just open-and-shut case.

Mr. Wrede, the secretary.

- This is Gamble, the butler. - Yes, sir.

Mr. Markham, the district attorney.

- How do you do, sir? - And Mr. Vance.

- How do you do? - Everything just as it was?

Well, they said they haven't touched anything.

We thought it best to leave everything intact, sir.

Good. Where's the room?

- Upstairs. - This way, please.

You've been in Mr. Coe's service long?

- About three months, sir. - And before that?

Why, unfortunately I was unemployed, sir.

This is it, sir.

Yep, he's there, alright.

Just like I told the police on the phone.

I tried the door, found it locked, looked through

the keyhole, and there he was dead.

I think this is a job for you, sergeant.

Certainly, Mr. Vance.

Well, Hennessy what are you standing there for, your health?

- This takes beef. - Alright.

Congratulations, sergeant.

What is this, a bedroom or a museum?

More junk here than in a Chinese joss house.

I trust I did the right thing, sir

by not breaking down the door.

'I realized I could be of no help to him.'

No, he's been quite dead for hours.

Bumped himself off. That's plain enough.

Certainly looks that way, Vance.

I'm afraid your trip was spoiled for nothing.

I think not, Markham.

This may prove far more interesting

than a trip to Europe!

You carry a gun?

No, sir.

You?

Uh, yes, sir, but only at night

for the protection of the household.

Is that it?

'Why, I..'

'Come on.'

'No, that was Mr. Archer's.'

But he always kept it in a desk drawer downstairs.

I saw it yesterday morning as I was putting away some papers.

Oh, you did, eh?

Did Mr. Coe generally keep his windows locked?

'Why, no, sir.'

As a matter of fact, he was a great believer in fresh air.

Ah, indeed.

I wonder if these gentlemen would mind waiting downstairs?

Why, certainly not.

I'm sorry we had to damage your door.

That's quite alright. It's easily repaired.

I'll have it attended to at once, sir.

Hennessy, see that no one leaves

the house without my permission.

Alright.

'It's as plain as the nose on your face.'

'This guy locked himself in here and blew out his brains.'

I wish I could agree with you, sergeant.

'How the devil could it be anything but suicide?'

'It was all very well for you'

'to theorize before we got here, Vance.'

'But now that you've seen this'

'and there are no signs of a struggle..'

'And the door bolted on the inside'

'and no means of entrance to the room.'

Ah, no other means of entrance.

How right you are, sergeant.

But we can hardly call a second story window

a means of entrance.

And nothing here that even a human fly could crawl up.

So why should Archer Coe lock his windows

particularly if he was a fresh air enthusiast?

I'm afraid your reasoning is not altogether convincing.

Well, perhaps so. But..

...doesn't it strike you as rather odd

that a man should suddenly decide to commit suicide

while changing from his street clothes to pajamas?

Well, why not?

A man debating suicide might

get partially undressed and walk up and down

for hours trying to make up his mind.

Yes, he might walk up and down for hours

'but not with one shoe half off.'

No, Markham, something stopped him

as he was removing that shoe.

This was supposed to suggest suicide

but...someone miscalculated.

But you can't get away from that bolted door!

I wish I could.

Well, the way you figure it out, the man was murdered.

As soon as the killer is gone

he gets up, goes and bolts the door

plants himself in a comfortable chair

with a loaded gun in his hand to suggest suicide.

That's a swell theory.

Hello, Gamble.

Well, what is this? What's happened?

Something terrible has happened, Miss Lake.

'Hilda?'

What is it, Raymond? What is it?

It's your Uncle Archer, Hilda.

He killed himself last night.

- Where? - They're upstairs.

Hey, don't touch that body, miss!

- Oh, Mr. Vance. - How do you do, Miss Lake?

This is Mr. Markham, the district attorney.

How do you do?

'Miss Lake is Coe's niece.'

I'm sorry, Miss Lake, but you mustn't touch anything until

the medical examiner arrives. It's against regulations.

Is it also against regulations to tell me what's happened?

We arrived only a few moments ago.

We...found your uncle as you see him.

It has every appearance of suicide.

I doubt it.

Do you know of any one who would have reason

to kill your uncle?

Yes, I had, for one.

Why, Miss Lake?

Because he stood in the way of everything I wanted.

He made my life miserable

because he held the purse strings..

...and because..

Because he was jealous of every man who came near me.

I was afraid of him.

Oh, the horrible nights I've spent in this house.

Are we to accept your comments

as a confession of murder, Miss Lake?

Look here, Markham, that's ridiculous.

Please, Raymond.

I think I can handle this situation myself.

When we found your uncle, Miss Lake

the door was bolted from the inside.

Bolted inside?

Oh.

May be he did shoot himself.

Can't you make up your mind?

Do you know of anyone else who

felt as you do about your uncle?

Practically every one he came in contact with!

He was ruthless.

He wanted his own way in everything.

I imagine there are plenty of Chinese

who will be glad to know that his collecting days are over!

Ask our cook.

I shall. Can you think of anyone else?

Well, Uncle Brisbane shared my feelings toward him, I'm sure.

Where is this Brisbane guy?

May be he decided to do something about it.

That's impossible. He's on his way to Chicago.

He left on the 5 o'clock train yesterday afternoon.

He'd be just about getting there by now.

Well, you'd probably like to wire him, wouldn't you?

Why, yes, of course.

Is that all?

For the present, yes.

Potentially, nothing to worry about.

Suppose we check up on Uncle Brisbane

on that Chicago train.

Won't take me but a minute.

- Hello? - Come on, Snitkin.

Get your feet off the boss' desk and jump down to Grand Central.

Alright. I get ya.

Yes, Mr. Heath.

Langham Hotel? Chicago?

Yes, sir. I'll rush the call.

Hold the wire, please.

Oh, yes, Mr. Heath.

We're expecting Mr. Brisbane Coe this morning.

Oh, yes. He wired for a reservation last night.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Yep. He took the 5 o'clock train, alright.

Good.

You know, there's a few things I'd like

to find out about this girl Hilda Lake.

Why are you always trying to check up on me?

I am not trying to check up on you, Hilda.

I want to help you.

Well, you know how I feel about you.

You know that I love you.

But lately, you seem to have changed.

Every time I want to speak to you about marriage

you evade me.

What's on your mind?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Raymond, I never said I'd marry you.

But I thought that now we..

Well, that, that I could take you away from here.

You might as well know now as later.

When all this is cleared up

I'm going to marry Tom MacDonald.

Ohh.

Oh, try to understand, Raymond. I'm sorry.

- Oh, don't tell me. - Come on, don't you kid us--

- Keep quiet. - Oh, suicide, my eye!

With the DA himself and Vance on the job?

It's suicide, and that's that!

Oh, come on. Have a cigar.

It's still suicide.

Hey, wait a minute!

Are you a reporter?

No, I'm Sir Thomas MacDonald.

I'd like to talk to the officer in charge here.

Oh, come on inside.

'Tom!'

Why didn't you stay away from here?

And leave you to face this thing alone?

But you promised me last night you wouldn't

come here. Won't you go, please?

I can bluff it through.

I don't want the police asking you questions.

I know all the answers.

Oh, but please go, for my sake.

Let's forget about it, shall we?

It's too late now, in any case.

'The police are guarding every entrance.'

Wait a moment.

You can cross through that yard and get to your apartment.

No one will see you. Take the first boat to England.

And I'll join you as soon as I can.

'Watch out for those newspapermen, Sir Thomas.'

They' re even deadlier than the police.

- I had no intention of leaving. - Ah, good.

Oh, by the way, I was sorry to hear

about the death of your dog last night.

Oh, thanks.

You didn't by any chance discuss it

with Archer Coe, did you?

No, if had, I might have killed him!

Well, did you?

That's your problem.

- Why didn't you? - Oh, man, I want to see.

- How about a statement now? - Give me a chance.

Oh, wait a minute.

I'm a doctor, not a magician!

- Always pulling funny-- - Go on, now. Scram.

- Alright, now listen to me. - Wait a minute, wait a minute!

- Hello, doc. - Hello.

Hello, Grassi. Where've you been?

Haven't seen you for a long time.

- Working hard. - 'Hello, doc.'

'What kept you so long?'

Did you walk all the way?

You always pick on me at mealtime.

I was in the middle of cakes and sausage.

- What have you got? - Just plain suicide.

This guy locked himself in the room, bumped himself off.

Suicide! Then why didn't you let me finish my breakfast?

- Hello, doc. - Hello, Markham.

All you need is an order to remove the body.

If you'd told me over the phone, I'd have sent my assistant.

Mr. Markham told me to phone you personally.

Don't crab at me about it.

I'll give you the approximate hour

of the death, if you want it.

'That's big-hearted of you, doc.'

'And the routine autopsy'

'we can do tomorrow'

'as it's just a case of suicide.'

Now, why do you jump to that conclusion, doctor?

I know a dead man when I see one.

Besides, the door was bolted--

I know, the door was bolted from the inside.

But what about the body? Hadn't you better have a look at it?

I was going to.

I 'm a doctor, not a detective.

This man is dead, with a bullet hole in his right temple.

He's holding a gun in his right hand.

Just the kind of wound that might have been self-inflicted.

The position is natural

and the door was locked on the inside.

Well...let me see.

That's strange.

Did you find something to disturb you, doctor?

Plenty!

There's blood in his mouth

and he's got a skull fracture from some club-like instrument.

Now what about the bullet wound in his temple?

There's no blood there.

That's so!

Gentlemen..

...when that bullet entered this man's head

he had been dead for hours!

Can you place the time of his death?

I'd say from eight to twelve hours ago.

Would you say that the revolver was placed

in his hand before rigor mortis set in?

Yes.

Did he die from the effects of the blow on the head?

No, probably rendered him unconscious for a while

but that wouldn't have killed him.

- Not powerful enough. - The blow didn't kill him.

The bullet didn't kill him, and yet he's dead.

Suppose we try find out just what did kill him?

Glad you thought of that, Mr. Vance. It's not a bad idea.

Perhaps I'd better take another look.

Alright, boys, let's pick up these clues

before they get mussed up here.

Just a minute, doc, please.

Ready.

Give me a hand, sergeant.

Help me lift the body over to the bed.

Where do you wanna put it? Where do you wanna..

Let's get this body over on the bed.

- 'Lift him easy, easy.' - 'Oh, there he is.'

Now then, let's slowly move that way.

- Alright there for you now? - That's, that's it.

There couldn't have been much of a struggle.

His hair isn't even mussed.

May be somebody slugged him and then combed his hair!

By George, now I've got it.

Stabbed below the left shoulder blade

near the spine.

There's no external bleeding.

- Internal hemorrhage, huh? - That's it.

What do you think of the suicide theory now, sergeant?

Well, it's slightly complicated.

The man's been shot, slugged

and stabbed himself particularly in the back!

Yes, very complicated!

- Oh, Markham. - 'Yes.'

You see, there's no hole in the back

of his pajama jacket

so he couldn't have been wearing that when he was stabbed.

But get this.

There's a hole in the back of his coat

and another in his weskit, bloodstained.

He must have been fully dressed when he was attacked.

That lets me out. I've finished.

I suppose you want a quick autopsy?

Yes.

Get that body down to the morgue

as soon as possible. Good day, gentlemen.

- Good day. - Hey, doc?

Yes?

Do you think there's any possible chance

of that being suicide?

- What? - Alright, alright!

Just a fair question, big boy!

Go on home and get your hot cakes and sausage.

You need the strength.

- 'Hennessy?' - Yeah?

- 'Hurry up with that deadline.' - Right.

- 'Any report on that wire?' - Not yet, sarge.

Send a wire to this guy Markham

98 East 71st Street, New York City

and tell him..

'Brisbane Coe not aboard this train'

Wallis Conductor, Train Number Seven.

Sit down.

What time did Brisbane Coe leave for Chicago?

In time to catch the 5 o'clock train, sir.

How do you know he caught the 5 o'clock train?

I phoned for the reservation

brought him his walking stick and overcoat

and, and put his bag in the taxi.

Uh.. Did you remain in the house all evening?

Why, no, sir. I went out about 6:30.

It was the servants' night off. Everyone was out to dinner.

Mmm.

Did you notice anything unusual

in Mr. Brisbane's manner when he left?

Well, now that you mention it

he was distracted and, and very irritable.

Mm, you say you gave him his stick?

- Yes, sir. - Now what kind of stick?

His favorite, an ivory-handled one.

He never went anywhere without it, sir.

You're quite sure he took that particular stick with him?

Positive. I handed it to him myself, sir.

Did you see him when he returned here last evening?

- Returned? - Yes.

I didn't know he had returned, sir.

Then whose ivory-headed stick is that

hanging over that chair in the hall?

- 'Sit down. Sit down.' - 'I don't know, sir, I swear.'

- 'I don't know.' - 'Steady, Gamble, steady.'

Is this it?

Is it?

Yes, sir. I can't understand it.

I suppose you saw nothing of his bag?

Why, no, sir.

Well, if he brought his cane

back here, what did he

do with his bag?

Ah, very good, sergeant.

That's just the point.

He undoubtedly left it somewhere.

'But where?'

I should think the most logical place would be

the check room at the Grand Central Station.

What kind of a bag was it?

Just an ordinary pigskin bag, sir

with his initials "BC" on it.

- Is that it? - Yeah, that looks like it.

There's your police department receipt.

What time was this checked?

- 4:45. - Thanks, pal.

Okay.

Well, here it is.

- Put it here. - Did you examine the contents?

No, I brought it right up here.

I'll open it.

Did you find out what time this was checked?

Yeah. There you are.

4:45.

'He must have gone direct from the house to the station.'

'Did the attendant remember who left this?'

'No, he said it was some man, and that most'

'of the time, he didn't even notice the people.'

'Well, there's a shaving kit'

'shirts, underwear, socks'

'collars, slippers..'

Nothing in there that a man wouldn't ordinarily

take with him on a short trip.

Except this, perhaps.

"Unsolved Murders."

That's a swell book to take to Chicago!

That's rather odd, isn't it?

Yes, more than that.

Gentlemen, the mist is beginning to rise.

I think I know at least a part

of what happened here last night.

How about this?

Let's say that Brisbane Coe started for Chicago

on a night when he knew that no one but Archer would be at home.

He missed his train purposely, checked his bag at the station

and returned here to kill his brother.

To make a perfect alibi

he planned to take a later train to Chicago.

But something stopped him

and something stopped Archer Coe before he could remove

his shoes last night. Do you see what I mean?

Those shoes of Archer's, that bag of Brisbane's

his stick hanging there in the hall

that shouldn't have been there.

Say, just a minute.

Oh, Gamble.

Where did Mr. Brisbane usually put

his hat and overcoat when he came in?

He always hung them in the closet, sir.

- Uh, which closet? - This one.

'Oh!'

Mr. Brisbane!

Well, Mr. Vance..

...where are we now?

I should say somewhere in the middle of the Gobi Desert!

Hello.

What?

Again?

I'm right in the middle of my lunch.

First you interfere with my breakfast.

Then you ruin my lunch!

Don't you boys ever eat?

No, I'm on a diet.

Oh, alright.

Hello.

Alright. I'll attend to that later.

Get me the wagon and the fingerprint gang.

My, well..

'Just a minute, fellows. One side, please.'

Just a moment, please.

Ready? That's all.

Alright, go ahead.

Yep, he's been dead for hours.

And me thinking all the time he was playing possum.

No..

Well, there are too many people in the world, anyway.

Mr. Vance, this is just ordinary junk.

I'm afraid so.

And I'd rather hoped for something important.

'Which one of the two victims died first, doctor?'

'Archer Coe, I think.'

- This one a little later. - And the weapon?

The same, sharp and narrow.

Detective, tag and lift these.

'I think I'd better fingerprint'

'everything inside and outside here.'

- 'Right, captain.' - 'Hennessy?'

- Yes. -Look for a sharp narrow weapon.

'Alright.'

Found something?

'Why, it looks like fishing tackle.'

It's tackle, alright

but not fishing.

Markham, we're dealing with a shrewd brain.

The technique for this crime was very cleverly worked out

but something went wrong.

'Sergeant.'

Here's your order for the removal of the body.

- Thanks, doc. - So long.

- I want food. - Well, nobody's stopping you.

And if you got any more corpses, bring them out now, will you?

I can't be running up and down here all day.

What do you mean, "running up and down all day"

with that swell car the city gave you?

Oh!

Nothing upsets the doctor.

Hiya, Captain. You wanted to take charge?

Well, if you hurry up and solve this case

maybe I can go home!

Come on.

I can handle everything if I don't get too much interference.

- Oh, Markham? - 'Yeah.'

You're just in time for a demonstration.

I think I can show you how Brisbane Coe

used this fishing tackle.

He started for Chicago merely to provide an alibi.

He had other plans in this room. Watch this.

'Notice the bent pin which is hooked on the bolt handle?'

'This is attached to the string'

'I'm now pulling through the keyhole.'

'If you follow the string, you will see'

'that it passes around a pin in the wall.'

'This acts as a pulley'

'and it's also attached to a string'

'passing through the keyhole.'

'You see, the bolt is now being forced into its socket.'

Upon my word!

'I now pull the first string through the keyhole'

'and then the second string.'

'And with it comes the pin'

'leaving no evidence. Now let me in.'

- It worked? - Yes, it worked.

Well, that explains that, then!

Very clever!

It could have been done that way.

But if Brisbane killed Archer Coe

who killed Brisbane and hung him in the closet?

Why did he do it?

That's what we want to find out, isn't it?

- 'Exactly.' - 'Yeah.'

Gentlemen, two persons planned

the murder of Archer Coe.

- Two? - What?

But their paths crossed.

- Brisbane was one of them. - The other?

I've got it, the Chinese cook. They're full of those tricks.

Now, get this.

Dr. Doremus said that Coe was struck

over the head with a blunt instrument.

This poker would answer that description, wouldn't it?

Yes, and that certainly looks like dried blood.

It certainly does.

But what about those short, coarse hairs?

- They don't look like Coe's. - No.

Well, Mr. Vance, why didn't you find that

when you looked in there this morning?

It wasn't in there this morning.

Besides, it doesn't belong in this room.

It belongs downstairs in the library.

That you, Captain?

'What's the matter with you?'

'What is it, Captain?'

What is it, Captain?

You want me to go on down there?

Oh, good boy, Captain.

This dog's been struck a nasty blow.

That explains the coarse hairs on the poker.

- Uh, whose dog is this? - I don't know.

I mean, I've often seen it in the vacant lot, sir.

Just tell the truth, Gamble.

Yes, why don't you?

It belongs to the lady next door, sir.

Hmm.

Uh, Hennessy, get that fellow to a vet

as fast as you can, will you?

Yes, sir.

Easy now, easy.

Easy, boy. Easy.

Now, Gamble, let's have the name of the lady next door.

Doris Delafield.

Yes, I'm Miss Delafield.

- Won't you sit down, gentlemen? - Thank you.

I'm sorry I didn't win your trophy at the dog show.

You're quite a fancier, aren't you?

Yes, somewhat.

I'm interested in one of your dogs, the Doberman.

You mean Figaro?

I wonder if I can have a look at him.

I'm terribly sorry.

You know, he slipped his leash last night and ran away.

I've notified the police.

My maid's been scouring

the neighborhood trying to find him.

Well...did she inquire at Mr. Coe's house next door?

Well, I, I don't know.

You and Mr. Coe have been good friends, haven't you?

I know him. Why?

Your dog was found in his house this morning, badly wounded.

What?

Have you any idea how he got there?

No.

Do you suppose he would

follow someone into the house?

Why, I hardly think..

Say, what are you driving at?

Mr. Archer Coe and his brother were murdered last night.

Murdered?

I was afraid that--

Just a moment.

Hello. Is that Miss Doris Delafield's apartment?

Would you please tell Miss Delafield that we couldn't

get the reservations for her and Mr. Grassi on A-deck?

And ask her if B-deck would be satisfactory.

Miss Delafield will not be sailing.

You can cancel the reservations for them both.

Both?

Do you mind telling me whom the other reservation was for?

I refuse to answer that question.

Would it be Mr. Grassi?

But I am Mr. Grassi.

And if I didn't cancel those reservations, who did?

What? Miss Delafield?

Oh, no, no, she didn't.

No, really, there's been a mistake.

'As soon as I can find out about this, I'll call you back.'

I don't think you'll find Miss Delafield

at home just now.

And as for the cancellation of your steamship reservations

we regret very much that it was necessary.

Who are you?

This is Mr. Markham, the district attorney.

Oh, I'm honored, but I'm afraid I don't quite understand.

It's about this.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Coe didn't commit suicide.

- He was murdered. - Murdered?

Would you mind coming along with us?

Just a little matter of comparing fingerprints.

No, not in the least.

I think that's all.

Found anything yet?

The one taken from the doorknob

is too blurred for identification

but this one is very clear.

It appears to be that of Liang, the Chinese cook.

'Any luck?'

No, not yet.

Well, it must be here somewhere.

I'm positive that the dagger that killed the Coe's

belongs in that sheath.

- Tired, Markham? - No, no.

Well..

...that's strange.

What is it?

A Ting-Yao vase is missing.

It's the most valuable in the whole collection.

That's all that's left of it.

If I'm not mistaken, that's blood.

'Blood?'

Markham, I'm coming more and more to the belief

that Archer Coe was killed in this room.

That poker, this dagger sheath, now these fragments, all here.

But, Vance, do you mean to tell me

that the dead man walked upstairs?

I'm not trying to tell you anything but the facts.

It's the most remarkable case in my experience!

Find anything, cap?

Yes, sir, plenty.

- Oh, Mr. Wrede? - Yes, Mr. Vance?

Would you step in for a moment, please?

Why, certainly.

- Smoke? - No thanks.

Did you, uh, notice that the Ting-Yao was missing?

Missing?

Why, it was here yesterday evening.

At what time?

At about 6:30 or 7 o'clock.

I came back to talk to Mr. Coe.

About what?

Well, as a matter of fact

I...I wanted to quit my job as his secretary.

Oh, you'd been having some difficulties with him?

It was rather a personal matter.

I wanted his permission to marry Miss Lake.

- What did he say to that? - Hm.

He ordered me out.

- You went? - Yes.

- Where? - I went to find Miss Lake.

I thought she was at the Kennel Club

but I had a puncture on the way.

So it was rather late when I got there.

She'd already left with Sir Thomas MacDonald.

Then I came home and went directly to bed.

Did you hear anything or see anything

when you came into the house?

No.

But after I'd been in bed for a while

I heard some noises downstairs.

I opened the door and looked down

but it was only Liang, the Chinese cook, coming in.

Was he, uh, customarily noisy in entering the house?

No.

As a matter of fact, it's the first time

I ever heard him come in.

Indeed.

Well, I think that's all, Mr. Wrede. Thank you.

Thank you. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know.

- Quite right. Goodnight. - Goodnight.

I think I'd check up on that Kennel Club alibi.

I will.

You might have those fragments

checked for fingerprints, if you will.

Yes.

Meanwhile, I'll do a little exploring in the kitchen.

Why, Mr. Vance, I thought--

- Get Markham. - Alright.

Mr. Liang, I believe?

You're the cook?

Me cook.

You can drop the pidgin English.

That isn't necessary with me.

Where did you go to school?

Columbia University.

Oh, that's considerable education for a cook, isn't it?

Mr. Coe employed me

because I know a great deal about Chinese porcelain.

Ah, I see.

Uh, that's a very lovely piece

of Ting-Yao, isn't it?

- How did it get broken? - I don't know, sir.

I found the pieces in the wastebasket in the library.

You want me, Vance?

Why, yes.

See that, Markham?

More blood spots on the inside.

Apparently the murderer had dropped the dagger

in here to hide it but he dropped it too hard

and the vase broke.

Uh, when did you find these pieces?

This morning.

This morning?

You're sure it wasn't last night

about 8 o'clock, let us say?

No, sir. I did not get in until after midnight.

I'm sure Mr. Wrede or Mr. Gamble will tell you that.

What time did you find the poker?

The poker?

Yes, the poker.

The one you hid in the Chinese chest

in Mr. Archer's room this afternoon.

But I don't know what you mean.

Oh, yes, you do.

I was behind the door in that room when you hid it.

Let me handle this, Mr. Vance.

Are you going to talk

or do I have to make you?

Wait. I'll tell you the truth.

Well, spit it out!

When I returned to my room here about 8 o'clock last night..

Ah, I thought so.

...I heard angry, muffled voices in the library

then a dull sound as of someone falling.

I stood at my door here and listened.

Then I heard footsteps

cross the kitchen and go out the back door.

And then?

I walked up the corridor

and everything was very quiet.

I opened the library door and looked in.

The furniture was overturned.

The poker was there, the desk was disarranged

and the valuable Ting-Yao vase was broken.

I thought there must be something wrong

so I went upstairs and looked into Mr. Coe's bedroom.

He was dead.

Fearing that I might be suspected

I went back to the library

and picked up the broken pieces of the vase

and together with the poker, I took them to my room.

And knowing that you were alone in the house

you were afraid you might be suspected.

So you hid the weapons and left?

Yes, sir.

You returned to the house about midnight

and purposely made a lot of noise

so as to establish your alibi. Is that right?

- Yes, sir. - Alright, then.

Where'd you put the dagger?

I did not find the dagger.

Don't give me that!

What did you do with it after you

stuck it in Archer Coe's back?

- I've got it, Mr. Markham. - Yes?

Fingerprint on this broken fragment

belongs to the Italian, Eduardo Grassi.

Well, Mr. Vance

looks like somebody else miscalculated.

Yep, it fits.

Oh, that doesn't prove anything.

What about this?

Where did you get it?

It was in Archer Coe's pocket.

What were you doing outside

the drawing room window last night?

I..

...I wanted to be sure that he was alone.

Why?

For weeks, we had been negotiating

for the sale of his collection

to the museum at Milan.

It meant everything to me.

He kept raising the price, but on Monday

we came to an understanding

and I cabled the museum that I had succeeded.

And last night, he turned me down

because he saw me with Miss Delafield.

Let me explain.

Archer was extremely jealous of me.

Well, you can't blame him for that.

You went there to threaten him, didn't you?

Which I had every right to do.

I told him I would use any means to make him fulfill

his contract. He laughed at me.

Said that he would smash every piece in his collection

before he'd let me have it.

So you picked up the poker

and did a little smashing on your own account, eh?

I did not!

Let me have that fragment, will you?

Thank you.

Do you know how that was broken?

The Ting-Yao vase?

With blood stains on the inside

and your fingerprint on the outside.

I-I don't know.

Sergeant, I think you'd better book him.

Right. Thank you.

Come on, let's get out of that monkey suit.

Let's get going. Come on.

Don't worry. I'm not running away.

You telling me?

I suspected the Italian all along.

Exactly.

But why should Grassi also stab Brisbane?

And what about the Doberman?

You see, Markham, we have nearly all the pieces of the puzzle

but none of them seems to fit.

Here we are.

This isn't it. This is the basement.

I know. Come on.

I just want to see where this goes.

- Oh, good evening, sir. - Gamble.

By the way, uh..

...how long have you been using that name?

- All my life, sir. - Hm?

Dubois checked Gamble's fingerprints

at the Identification Bureau.

And who do you think he turns out to be?

- Not Gamble? - No, Atlantic Eddie.

You used to work the boats on both sides of the ocean.

Honestly, Mr. Vance, I haven't turned a trick in five years.

Well, that's alright, Eddie.

I just wanted to let you know

that we're old pals.

Sir, someone slipped in the back door

and went into one of the front rooms.

Well, Miss Delafield!

Don't be surprised, gentlemen.

I'm used to coming in here like this.

'You seem to know your way around here pretty well.'

As the district attorney, you're responsible

for this case, aren't you?

- That's right. - Well, I'm tired of detectives.

I'm tired of being spied on.

All you want to know is who killed Archer Coe, isn't it?

Naturally.

- Well, I did. - What?

Yes, and there isn't a jury on earth

will convict me when they hear my story.

You don't believe me, do you?

You were wondering this afternoon, how my dog

Figaro, could get in to this house.

Well, he was following me.

He was defending me when he was struck.

Well, where did you kill Mr. Coe?

In his bedroom.

What kind of lipstick do you use?

Lipstick? What's that got to do with it?

Is that yours?

Yes, that's mine.

While I was struggling with Archer

my bag dropped on the floor, and everything spilled out.

Won't do, Miss Delafield! It's an old trick.

It's not a trick.

I didn't realize that you were

so fond of Mr. Grassi.

Mr. Grassi has nothing to do with it.

Take me down to the station.

I'll say nothing more until I get an attorney.

'Help! Help!'

'Help! Help!'

There.

This guy's been stabbed, Hennessey.

Is this it, Mr. Vance?

Yes, that's it. Thank you very much.

First you spoil my breakfast.

Then you break up my lunch.

Now you pull me, out of bed in the middle of the night

and this fellow not even dead.

Why don't you put that in your report, doc?

'Those fingerprints would never pick up'

on that silk handle..

...but it fits perfectly.

Where'd you find it, sergeant?

- Under the bed. - Well, congratulations.

That's alright, Mr. Vance.

Three times with the same weapon, Markham.

Tom, what is this?

What's happened?

I don't know, dear. Somebody stabbed me.

- Is it serious, doctor? - Oh, no.

I gave him three grams of sodium amytal

to quiet his nerves. He'll be alright.

I'd like to rent a room here till they finish this case.

Poor darling.

I wish I hadn't got you mixed up in all this.

You shouldn't have come here.

Let me see this through alone.

'Oh, I won't leave you.'

'Can't we get away from here?'

'We leave tomorrow, together.'

Well, what do you think about it, doc?

Well, the thrust punctured the median basilic vein

and caused a hemorrhage.

Could the wound have been self-inflicted, doctor?

I'm the city butcher, not a detective.

Don't bother me with any murders after 3:00 tomorrow.

I'm going to the World Series.

Hey, doc, phone me the score between innings, will you?

Get these people out of this. What are they waiting for?

We just want to ask you a few questions, Sir Thomas.

You say that when you were stabbed, you saw nothing, huh?

That's right.

It was dark.

I heard a noise and jumped out of bed.

'Somebody threw a chair and just missed my head'

and struck the window.

I shouted for help and ran towards the door.

Then I, I felt a sharp pain in my arm as I lost consciousness.

Knifed by a ghost!

That's a hot one!

I think he done it himself.

- How dare you, sir? - That's not fair.

Do you know anything about that?

Where'd you find it?

Under your bed.

I, I never saw it before.

Yeah, like I never saw a pair of handcuffs.

You've no right to question him now in this condition.

Rather funny.

You see what I see in Archer Coe's room?

I have a suspicion that whoever killed the Coe's

came from this house..

...probably from this room.

'Gentlemen, I think I can'

fit the pieces of this jigsaw puzzle together.

Now, here is East 71st Street.

This is the Coe house, the yard

and the apartment house next door.

Now, let's have a look inside.

This is MacDonald's apartment.

Directly opposite is the window of Archer Coe's bedroom.

Underneath MacDonald's apartment

is the cozy little nest of Miss Delafield

and her temporary guest, Mr. Grassi.

This is the elevator..

...and here are the stairs that lead directly

to the back entrance.

From there, it's easy to reach the back entrance

to the Coe house across the yard.

Now..

...that's the front hall, and here's the library.

On Wednesday evening between 7:30 and 8 o'clock

Archer Coe was sitting alone in that room.

Now, remember it was the servants' night off.

The killer must have known this when he came in the back door.

He was so intent upon what he was planning to do

that he must have left the back door open.

Because from somewhere in that vacant lot came a dog.

A Doberman pinscher..

...belonging to Doris Delafield.

He saw the back door standing open and...went in.

Meanwhile, the killer was moving along the hall

toward the library..

...making absolutely sure that Archer Coe was alone.

He knew exactly where he was going

and exactly what he was going to do.

He came so silently

that it must have startled Archer Coe

when he looked up and saw him

carefully closing the doors.

It is my conjecture, gentlemen

that a terrific argument took place.

Archer Coe must have struck him.

And as he fell back

he picked up the poker as the first weapon

that came into his hand.

He struck Archer Coe on the head.

Coe collapsed across the desk

his hands groping in the drawer of the desk

for his gun.

Then in the blind rage of the moment

the killer saw a Chinese dagger.

He seized it

and stabbed Archer Coe in the back.

Coe probably fell to the floor.

Meantime, our Doberman pinscher was coming closer and closer

probably attracted by the sound of the struggle in the library.

As the killer opened the door to escape

hesaw the Doberman pinscher in the hall coming toward him.

He again picked up the poker as the dog entered the room.

True to the instinct of his breed, the dog sensed an enemy

he leaped.

The killer struck

and the dog fell, badly wounded.

Now he tried to hide the dagger in the Ting-Yao vase.

But he dropped it too hard, and the porcelain broke into bits.

He picked up the dagger again

and went out the same way he came in.

Meanwhile, Coe slowly regained consciousness

and pulled himself to his feet.

You remember, gentlemen, that Dr. Doremus said

Coe died of an internal hemorrhage.

That is the key to the whole situation.

Archer Coe, already a dying man, walked upstairs.

And what is even more terrible

he did not know that he had been stabbed.

He went to his room, and, feeling a little faint probably

he removed his coat and vest

and hung them in the closet, where we found them.

He put on his pajama top..

...and went to the window and raised the shade.

Can you imagine the killer's emotions when

from someplace in the apartment house

across the vacant lot..

...he looked over and saw the man

he thought he had killed

standing there at the window?

He knew then that he had to go back

and complete his job to save himself.

Feeling very faint by now..

...Archer Coe went from the window

to the chair beside his desk..

...where he sat down.

There he started to remove his shoes.

You remember just how we found him..

In the very act of removing them

before he could get one of them entirely off..

...he died.

Idon't think he ever knew what killed him.

Now we come to the most awful part of the tragedy.

Brisbane Coe came back to the house

with a cleverly worked out plan for killing his brother.

He also knew that it was the servants' night out

and that he would not be disturbed.

He went down the hall to the library

and from the drawer of the desk

he took Archer Coe's own revolver

and put it into his pocket.

Then, turning out the light on the desk

hewent out of the room.

He hung his stick over the chair in the hall

and tiptoed up the stairs

and into Archer Coe's room.

He saw his brother sitting in his easy chair

apparently asleep.

I can see him tiptoe across the room.

And from somewhere just across the desk

he took out the revolver.

And with careful aim..

...he pulled the trigger.

Meantime, the killer

believing that he had only wounded Archer Coe

came back by the same route to finish his job.

Then Brisbane closed the window, lowered the shade..

...and returning to the body, hecarefully placed the gun

in Archers hand, as though it had been suicide.

Then he went to the door.

And with the two pieces of string

the pins, and a darning needle..

...he was able to bolt the door on the inside

just as I showed you.

A very clever device, gentlemen..

...which he had discovered

in the book of "Unsolved Murders"

which we found in his suitcase.

Then, gentlemen, Brisbane went on down the stairs

little knowing what awaited him there.

The killer mistook Brisbane for Archer Coe

and drove the dagger into Brisbane's back.

Then, to hide the body..

...he dragged it into the closet.

I doubt if he even discovered his mistake until the next day.

That's great.

But who did all that?

Well you can search me!

I'm going screwy!

Well, you can include me in that, sergeant.

Haven't you got any ideas at all, Vance?

Markham, it's a maze of conflicting clues.

Any one of seven people might have done it.

But we couldn't convict seven people, Mr. Vance.

You couldn't convict one with the evidence you've got.

Gentlemen, I'm afraid we're completely stopped.

Licked.

Well, I hate to admit it, but it looks that way.

Vance, in all the years we've worked together

I've never heard you say that before.

I know. I'm sorry, Markham.

Well, what are we gonna do about it?

I don't know.

Are you sure you checked up on all the alibis?

Every one of 'em.

'And you've gone over the fingerprint'

'situation with Dubois?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Well, you've slipped up somewhere'

'sergeant, but there must be'

'something that we can get our teeth into.'

Markham, I suggest that you dismiss this case.

- What? - Dismiss it?

Yes, turn all the suspects loose!

I can just see all the newspapers in this town

screaming for a new district attorney!

Well, we can probably cover you up alright, Mr. Markham.

I've said it was suicide all along.

Yes, I know we could put that solution on it

but I hate to do it.

Alright, sergeant, go ahead. Turn 'em loose.

- Turn 'em loose? - Yes.

Well, Mr. Vance, this is once we're both stumped!

When you give up, Vance, I'm sunk.

Oh, I haven't given up.

- I have another idea. - Huh?

If it works

I'll have your killer for you in half an hour.

I'm going to arrange a little meeting with him now.

What!? But you let me dismiss all the suspects.

Yeah. That's just what I wanted you to do.

Hello, uh, this is Mr. Vance.

I hope I haven't disturbed you.

I wonder if you'd do me a little favor.

- Mr. Markham? - 'Yes?'

Can I see you a minute?

That suicide story might work alright for Archer Coe

but I forgot all about Brisbane!

Well, never mind about that now.

Just release the suspects as I told you.

Alright.

'That's it. Yes.'

That's right. At 4:30.

Just get him into an argument.

Oh, I'll have him with me. I'm depending in his instinct.

That's right. Thanks.

If we can catch him off his guard

I think he'll give himself away.

Come on, Markham, we've got to get there before..

4:25.

'Mr. Vance.'

They're in the library now.

'Oh, darling, let me help you.'

Alright, dear. Thank you.

Well, this is the first time we've used bloodhounds

in police work, since I wore high-buttoned shoes.

And red flannel underwear?

Oh, I always wear red flannel underwear.

So do I.

I want your bridal suite on the..

...on the Caronia.

They're sailing at midnight. That's right.

Thank you.

Sailing at midnight?

Lady MacDonald.

Is it the title that dazzles you so much?

Or is it the fortune she'll inherit that

makes her so attractive, Sir Thomas?

Raymond, are you crazy?

It isn't the first time a fortune has bought a title.

It so happens, I'm not in need of a fortune. Possibly you are!

Raymond, you've no right to interfere this way.

'No right? Well, I'll take that right!'

'You think you're both sailing at midnight?'

'Well, it won't work! You're going alright, Sir Thomas!'

- 'But your going alone!' - 'Really?'

Yes, and you're going now, or else--

- Raymond! - You!

'Ah, the poker again, eh?'

Take him off. Take him off.

No!

Aah!

Take him off. Take him off, will ya?

Will ya take him off?

Help. Help.

Figaro. Figaro!

Hold him, here. Hold him.

Why did you kill Archer Coe? Why did you kill him?

- I didn't mean to kill him! - But you did, eh?

I tell you, I didn't mean to kill him.

He struck me when I told him I wanted to marry Hilda

but I lost my head. I hit him with a poker.

I don't remember anything after that!

What about Brisbane?

It was a terrible mistake.

And MacDonald?

I still would kill him if I could.

There's your man, sergeant.

You made a fatal mistake, Wrede, when you reached for that poker.

Somebody swiped my bracelets!

You dropped them in the pantry.

Oh. Alright, Hennessey, take him down and book him.

I want to thank you very much for your cooperation.

Not at all.

It was Sir Thomas I telephoned

from your office, Markham.

He very cleverly helped us

stage this little scene.

We have to thank the dog for the rest.

Well we did it again, Mr. Vance.

- Congratulations, sergeant. - Thank you.

I'll certainly mention you in my story to the papers.

- Thank you. - Oh, that's alright, Mr. Vance.