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Any luck?

I found out what you wanted
and something else besides.

What's that?

They know you're on their track
and they're after you.

There's no need
to get the wind up.

We're safe here in the hotel
and my boat sails in an hour.

You're not safe anywhere
with the Black Quorum after you.

Don't shout that name
about in public.

Join me in my room
in five minutes.

Number fourteen.

(GRUNTING)

Hello? Reception?

Send a doc
to number fourteen, quick.

THE SNAKE: Has Lai Chang
carried out the Snake's orders?

LN CHANG".
Yes, Master.

THE SNAKE: Then Granite Grant
will not catch the steamer tonight?

LN CHANG".
No, Master.

-THE SNAKE: He is dead?
-Yes, Master.

THE SNAKE:
You have done well, Lai Chang.

The Black Quorum shall reward you.

-We||, Doctor?
-He'll be all right.

I was afraid he was finished.

If the knife had gone in a quarter of
an inch to the right, he would have been.

A narrow squeak.

Supposed to sail for London tonight.

It'll be a good six weeks
before he's on board ship.

He's got to have absolute quiet
or I won't answer for him.

I'll arrange to have him
taken to hospital straightaway.

Thank you, Doctor.

(SHIP'S HORN SOUNDING)

The steamer...

Steady, old man.

So they got me after all.

Yes. The doctor says
you'll be all right in time.

But I've got to catch the steamer.

I must be in London
by the middle of... next month.

Oh, that's impossible.

The move now would kill you.

-Then you must catch it for me.
-What can I do?

Go to Sexton Blake.

He's the one man who can
deal with the Black Quorum.

Supposing he refuses?

He won't.

Not if you tell him they're the greatest
crime organization of the century.

Tell him they're meeting
in London soon.

And that the Snake will be there.

The master brain
behind the whole concern.

If Sexton Blake
can discover his identity,

then the Black Quorum
can be broken up.

Where are they meeting?

Come closer.

-Finished your lunch, Mr Blake?
-Yes, thank you, Mrs Bardell.

Quite sure you've had enough, sir?

Quite enough, thank you,
when I'm not working.

It's a fair treat to see you
taking it easy for a change.

Yes, we've been pretty busy
these last six months.

If you'll forgive the liberty,
Mr Blake,

I never did hold
with your mixing yourself up

with them dangerous criminals
and the like.

BLAKE: No, nor did
the criminals, Mrs Bardell.

I live in terror of me life.

I'm always expecting
one of them "crinima|s"

to come along here

and throw a bomb at you
or something.

Oh, you're very old-fashioned,
Mrs Bardell.

They...
They don't throw bombs today.

-(EXPLOSION)
-Oh, mercy on us! They've thrown it.

All right, you can put away your gun.
It's only me.

-Mr Tinker!
-What the deuce are you playing at?

Oh, it's nothing
to worry about, Guv'nor.

It's just a small experiment
with a delayed time fuse.

As per this article in Practical Flying.

-We||, what went wrong?
-We||, nothing, really.

Except that it's supposed to delay
and it didn't,

and it's not supposed to go off
and it did.

Yes, you're an intelligent assistant
to an eminent detective, aren't you?

Be better if you followed my advice
and collected stamps.

Be safer for all of us.

The whole room's
mussed up to a frazzle.

And if you think I'm clearing it up,
you're very much mistaken.

That's quite right, Mrs Bardell.

Forward, Tinker,
and unfrazzle your muss.

-(PHONE RINGING)
-We||, answer that first.

Hello?

Hello?

It's a trunk call from Liverpool.

Hello?

Yes, this is Sexton Blake's house.

Who is it speaking?

What name?

Duval?

Duval? No, I've never heard of him.
Anyway, I'm engaged this afternoon.

Um... I'm afraid Mr Blake's
busy this afternoon.

What?

He says he's got an urgent message
from Granite Grant.

Granite Grant?
He's out East, isn't he?

Oh, I don't know.
I'd better see the fella.

Yes, ask him
what time he arrives in London.

Um, what time do you get to London?

About five?

-You'll come straight to Baker Street?
-Yes, that'll be all right.

Yes, that's all right.
Mr B|ake'll be in. Goodbye.

Where are you off to, Guv'n0r?

Cousin's stamp auction
in the Strand.

As my holidays been out down
to about three hours,

I'd better make the best of it.

Do you think this Duval chap's
got hold of something exciting?

Well, I've never known old Granite
mixed up in anything that wasn't exciting.

Oh, by gosh, I hope you're right.

I can't stand this hanging about
doing nothing.

You don't have to.
There's that room to put to rights.

Oh, that.
I want something with a kick in it.

Granted as soon as asked, Tinker.

AUCTIONEER: ...a special attraction for collectors.

This beautiful series,
on which Puchki Niser

has since plainly tried to improve,

was one of the
most popular ever issued.

Now, what can I say to begin?

Twenty guineas?
Any advance on twenty guineas?

Twenty-five guineas?
Thank you, sir.

Twenty-five guineas?
Going for twenty-five guineas.

Going, going, gone.

(BANGING GAVEL)

Now, then, ladies and gentlemen,
number one hundred and fourteen,

as per catalogue.

A complete set of early Bermudas,
unused and in perfect condition.

Now, what shall I say to start with?
One hundred guineas?

It's ridiculously cheap,
ladies and gentlemen.

There's not another set
in existence like it.

Now, who'll bid me a hundred guineas?

Thank you, sir.
Any advance on a hundred guineas?

A hundred and ten guineas?
Thank you, sir.

-Well, how's Inspector Bramley?
-Hello, Blake.

You're the last person
I expected to see here.

I didn't know
you were a stamp collector.

Hmm. I thought Scotland Yard
collected fingerprints, not stamps.

-I'm here to collect pickpockets.
-Oh? Any special one?

Flash Joe.

So you're not interested in stamps?

Don't know a thing about 'em.

You've come to
the right place to learn.

This place is full
of the biggest collectors.

Any advance
on a hundred and sixty guineas?

Thank you, sir.
One hundred and eighty guineas bid.

That's Mikakis, the, er, Greek.

AUCTIONEER: Thank you, sir.
Two hundred guineas bid.

-And that's Gelder.
-Any advance on two hundred guineas?

Two-twenty guineas bid.

(WHISTLING)

Talent, he's going high.

AUCTIONEER:
Any advance on two-twenty?

Two hundred and forty guineas
I am bid.

And that's Borgen from Oslo.

AUCTIONEER:
Any advance? Going...

Thank you, sir.
Two hundred and sixty guineas.

Any advance on
two hundred and sixty guineas?

Going, going, gone!

Sold for two hundred and sixty guineas
to Mr Michael Larron.

And that Mr Larron,
he's the biggest of the lot.

Multimillionaire.
Never set eyes on him before.

His name's a household word
in the stamp world.

Well, it doesn't mean a thing to me.

And if you've finished your lecture,
I'll get on with my job.

-Here, what the devil are you doing?
-What's the matter?

Merely giving you a hand.
Thought you wanted Flash Joe.

Well, here he is. If I'm not mistaken,
he's got your watch in his hand.

Well, I'm...! Come on, you.

Always glad to be
of assistance, Inspector.

Oh, it's quite impossible
to compete against you, Mr Larron.

At least we remain
friendly competitors, eh?

-Yes.
-Congratulations.

Generous as ever, eh,
my dear Gelder?

Ah, Talent, this is indeed a pleasure.

-I want your advice, Mr Larron.
-Yes?

About lot one-four-eight.

I say those blue Cyprus
have imperfect perforations.

-And I say that they are perfect.
-That is nonsense!

Come, come, my friends.
Let me be the arbitrator between you.

Now, with regard
to the blue Cyprus...

(LOWERING VOICE) Meet tonight
at ten o'clock, everyone.

-Everything is working smoothly?
-Yes, according to Max Fleming.

He's to join us here.

(NORMAL VOLUME) Now, with regard
to the Cyprus in question.

Its rarity is mainly due
to its unique perforation.

-This is wonderful.
-What is, Julie?

To see in one room
so many people with...

How do you say it?
"One foot in the grave"?

(CHUCKLING)
They're not quite so bad as that.

Max, Mon cher.

If, to collect stamps, one must
look like this, it is no hobby for me.

(CHUCKLING)

-Who's the lady?
-I've never seen her before.

Fleming should have come alone.

-She's very beautiful.
-Does that matter?

Only that I admire
all beautiful women.

But we have business with him.

That's true.
Bergen, fetch him over here.

-Let me show you some of the exhibits.
-I have no interest for exhibits.

-|t's the people I like to watch.
-Mr Fleming.

Oh, how do you do, Mr Bergen?

If you can spare a moment,
Mr Larron would like a word with you.

I should be delighted
in a few minutes.

Oh, go now, my friend. I would not
interfere with your business.

-You'll wait for me?
-But of course.

Perhaps, as you say,
I should examine the...

exhibits.

Julie!

My dear friend.
What a delightful surprise.

-But I'd no idea you were in London.
-I crossed from Paris last week.

Oh, you never even took the trouble
to let me know.

-You are always so busy.
-I'm not too busy to see you.

I, too, have been busy.
Clothes to buy and friends to see.

Not to mention adventure,
excitement, thrills.

I know you, Julie.
You're up to your tricks again.

-Tricks?
-You're on a job, aren't you?

-My friend, I don't understand.
-Oh, I see. Professional jealousy.

Just because you're an accredited
agent of your government,

you won't allow a mere
private detective in on your secrets?

If you must talk nonsense,
please choose a less public place.

Would you mind
if I give you a little advice?

Don't I always listen
to my good friend's advice?

Well, be careful, Julie.

One of these days,
you may find yourself

mixed up in something
too much for you.

Secret Service is bad enough,

but fighting organised crime
is even more dangerous.

-I can look after myself.
-Yes, you've been able to so far.

But, as you yourself pointed out,
I'm a very busy man.

And what has that got to do with it?

Well, I may not always have the chance
to come to your rescue.

We meet tonight at ten.

And now, my dear Max,
what about your so charming lady friend?

She has promised to wait for me,
Mr Larron.

Don't you think
we'd better go and find her?

-Oh, please don't you bother about it.
-No bother at all.

It would be a pleasure.
I'm most anxious to be presented to her.

But, Mr Larron...

I said I was most anxious
to be presented to her.

I find her...

irresistible.

Then you mean
I can't persuade you to spare me

even one evening
during your stay?

I am desolated, my friend,
but I have engagements every night.

One moment, Max.

Do you know the gentleman
to whom your lady friend is now talking?

No, I've never seen him before.

That, my dear Max, is Sexton Blake.

-What?
-Ssh-ssh-ssh-ssh-ssh.

There was one thing
I wanted to ask you.

Have you had any news
of Granite Grant lately?

Not for weeks, even months.
He's somewhere out East, I believe.

Yes, that's what I heard.

Tell me, do you know anything
about a man called Duval?

No.

I thought perhaps you might.
Presumably he's a countryman of yours.

I don't recall him.
But why do you ask?

BLAKE: I had a telephone call
this afternoon from a man named Duval

who told me he'd got
an urgent message from Granite Grant.

-JULIE: What was it?
-BLAKE: He wouldn't say on the telephone.

Apparently, he'd just
landed in Liverpool,

and he's coming to see me
at Baker Street at five.

-That is interesting.
-Oh, it may be nothing at all.

Still, I should like to hear
that message.

Does that mean that you will
spare me a little time, after all?

It means that you can ring me up
at the Ritz Hotel. Room 64.

And now, my friend,
I must rejoin my cavalier. Goodbye.

I prefer it in your own language.

Au revoir.

-You heard that?
-Yes.

It's a matter that must be
attended to immediately.

I understand perfectly.

There must be no bungling.
It's vital.

I shan't bungle it.
You can leave it to me.

Ah, here comes
your charming young lady friend.

-Have you finished your business, Max?
-Yes.

I'm sorry to have detained Mr Fleming
for so long.

-My dear Max, won't you present me?
-Oh, I beg your pardon.

Er, Julie, this is Mr Michael Larron.
Mademoiselle Jeanfleur.

I'm so charmed to meet you,
Monsieur Larron.

I have so often heard about you.

Mademoiselle,
this is indeed a pleasure.

Julie, I have some urgent business
to attend to.

-I'm afraid we must get along.
-You must, my dear Max.

But there's no reason
why mademoiselle need be hurried.

While you attend to your business,
perhaps I might offer her some tea.

But, Mr Larron, I have...

I accept your invitation,
Monsieur Larron.

Then I'm enchanted.

Run along, my dear Max.
Don't let me detain you.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

(KNOCKING)

Oh, come in, Mr Duval.

Excuse me a moment.
An important clue.

Take a chair.

There are some cigarettes on the table.
I won't be long now.

You certainly won't.

Whatever are you doing
in the master's dressing gown?

Well, he's not back yet

and Mr Duva|'s due,
and so I thought I'd...

You think again,
but without the dressing gown.

Come on, off with it.

Nothing but a regular swankpot,
that's what you are.

All right,
keep your hair on, Mrs B.

And don't you call me "Mrs B".

Just as you say.
I'll never call you "Mrs B" again, Mrs B.

-(DOORBELL RINGING)
-That'll be Mr Duval.

-Er, Mr Duval?
-Yes. Mr Sexton Blake?

No, no, I'm his assistant.
Mr Blake's not back yet.

But it's vital I should see him.
He said, er... he'd be here.

Oh, yes, he'll be back at any minute.
He's expecting you.

-Er... Won't you sit down?
-Thank you.

Who opened that window?

I did.

Where's Duval?

Either he's still seasick or he's...

-By gosh, what's happened?
-Something pretty serious. Look.

-That's a South American blowpipe arrow.
-Then, you mean...?

-Poor Duval.
-|'m afraid so.

These blowpipe arrows
are usually dipped in curare,

one of the deadliest poisons
in the world.

Yes, he's...

-He's quite dead.
-We||, what's it all mean?

-That's what we've got to find out.
-We||, what's the first move, Guv'n0r?

Ring up Scotland Yard.
Get hold of Inspector Bramley.

Well?

We shan't have any more trouble
with Duval.

-He's dead, then?
-Quite particularly dead.

Do you get him on the train?

No. That idiot Smetov bungled it.

-I told you I'd have to deal with him.
-Where did you get him?

As a matter of fact,
in Sexton Blake's rooms.

-What?!
-Yes.

I thought it was rather a neat
piece of work. I was rather proud of it.

Fool. How can you be sure he hasn't
passed on all he knows to Blake?

He didn't have time. Besides,
what was there he could have known?

It's a risk,
and I never permit risks.

-Clumsy work, Fleming.
-But, Chief, I should have thought...

I should have attended
to do it myself.

You're a lot of bunglers, all of you.

It's always I who have to get you
out of your troubles.

I understand you let him in.
What happened?

-I opened the door to him.
-That all you did?

What did you expect me to do?
Dance the Highland Fling?

It's all correct, sir.

All right, have him
taken to the mortuary.

-|'|| see you in my office later.
-Yes, sir.

You say he came by taxi.

That's what I said
and that's what I mean.

Ah, well, we shouldn't have
much trouble in tracing the taxi.

That won't help you very much.

-It'll tell us where it came from.
-We||, I could tell you that. Euston.

-Why didn't you say so before?
-Because you didn't ask me.

If you'd leave the whole matter
to Mr Blake,

you'd save yourself
a lot of trouble.

He's a detective.

-|t's all right, you can go.
-Thank you.

Now, listen to me, Blake,
this case is in the hands of the police,

and we are perfectly capable
of handling it ourselves.

We don't want any help
from amateurs.

-That's very interesting, isn't it?
-What is?

That pen.

I don't see anything interesting
in a fountain pen.

-Especially when it's empty.
-How do you know it's empty?

'Cause it won't write.
I've tried it.

It doesn't follow that because
a pen won't write that it's empty.

No, and it doesn't follow
that Mr Sexton Blake

is cleverer than
anybody else in the world.

-There I'm in entire agreement with you.
-Good.

All the same,
I must admit I find it very puzzling.

Ooh, you would.

The one thing I made sure
must be in his pocket isn't there.

-Oh? What's that?
-A piece of blank paper.

Hmm, no doubt you'd have been able
to get his life story from it.

But I'd have preferred
his name and address.

-We||, good day to you, Blake.
-Good afternoon, Inspector.

-Good hunting.
-It'll be good hunting all right.

And we'll rely on our own hounds.

Lucky Pedro wasn't in the room.
He might have felt insulted.

If you ask me, Guv'nor,
that man's a blind fool.

Who? Old Bramley?
No, no, he's all right,

but you've got to admit
we have done it on him once or twice.

All the same, it...
it doesn't make sense.

-What doesn't, Guv'n0r?
-The contents of Duva|'s pockets.

Look here, it stands to reason

that if a man has a fountain pen filled
with invisible ink that he's used it.

Well, I'd... I'd have staked my oath
that he'd had a piece of blank paper.

-But he had, Guv'nor.
-What's that?

He pulled a piece of paper
out of his pocket

and it fell to the ground
just before he dropped.

-We||, where is it?
-I put it on the mantelpiece here...

Good Lord, Tinker!
Look here. Now we have done it.

Oh, it's all my fault, but I forgot
all about it until this moment.

Well, it can't be helped.
Perhaps we may be right here.

Look here, get the solvent.
The potassium solvent.

Better make a copy of that, Tinker.

"Quorum. Squaring the circle.

"51D, 30M and 8MW.

"Number 13. The snake is coiled."

Well, now we've got 'em, Guv'nor.
Have you any idea what they mean?

Not the faintest. But we'll find out.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

It... It's Inspector Bramley, Guv'nor.

He wants you to go
to Scotland Yard immediately.

All right, tell him
I'll come straight along.

All right, Mr B|ake'll be along
straight away. Goodbye.

-We||, I'd better be getting along.
-We||, what shall I do, Guv'n0r?

Oh, concentrate on that code message

and see if you can
make some sense out of it.

There's a gentleman to see Mr Blake.

-He's out.
-I know that and I told him so.

But he said he wanted to see you.

Did he?

I told him he was only wasting his time,
but he still wants to.

Well, show him in, Mrs B.

I mean Mrs Bardell.

The Reverend D'Arcy Smith.

Have I the honour of addressing
the famous Mr Tinker?

Yes. But I don't know
about the "famous".

Well, why not?
Your name is a household word.

Next, of course, to that of your
illustrious master, Mr Sexton Blake.

Oh, that's very kind of you.
ls there anything I can do for you?

I called to see if I could interest
Mr Blake in one of my charities.

-What is it?
-It is a society formed by philatelists,

for sending poor, crippled children
away for an annual seaside holiday.

Oh, sounds a grand scheme.

Your master is, I understand,
a very famous philatelist.

Oh, he is.
But I'm afraid he's out.

-So I gather.
-But if you care to wait...

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

You're extremely kind.

I'm most anxious to see Mr Blake,

but I fear I've called
at a rather inconvenient time.

I understand from
your very excellent housekeeper

that a calamitous tragedy
has occurred here today.

Yes, I suppose there has.

Sudden death is always
so terrible, is it not?

Yes, but in our kind of business,
one seems to get used to it.

True. And in mine.

And in mine.

-Oh, have one of these.
-Thank you, no.

I am a confirmed cigar smoker.

-I wonder if I might be permitted...
-What?

-To offer you one.
-Oh, why shouldn't you be?

I was thinking
one of such extreme youth...

(TINKER CHUCKLING)

It won't be the first cigar
I've smoked, by a long chalk.

No, so I perceive.

Your worldwide experience, eh?

-Allow me.
-(CLEARING THROAT)

Was the deceased
a personal friend of Mr Blake's?

No. As a matter of fact,
he was a total stranger.

You mean they'd never met?
Not even this afternoon?

No, they... they never even
spoke to each other.

Ah, that mitigates the tragedy.

I hope your cigar is drawing freely.

Yes, perfectly, thanks.
It's the finest I've ever smoked.

I'm glad to hear it. Glad indeed.

May I ask, did you hold
any conversation with the deceased?

Only a few words.

-Nothing important.
-Oh.

Then you've no idea of the business that
brought him here to see Mr Blake today?

Well, as a matter of fact, we have.

We've disc...

I don't understand.

But, I tell you,
I didn't send any message at all.

You mean that telephone call
was a hoax?

-Looks like it.
-This is serious.

-I must get along at once.
-More likely to be a practical joke.

-Oh, this wasn't a joke.
-All right, have it your own way.

I'm busy.

Tell me...

Have you ever heard of anything
called the Quorum?

-You mean the Black Quorum?
-Possibly. What are they?

Only the most powerful
criminal organization

in this country
and the Continent.

Mmm, that's interesting.
Any specialities?

They specialise
in every possible form of crime.

They're the biggest menace to society
we've ever known.

Any interference with
their plans and they kill.

A perfect organization
with a master brain at the head.

If only we could lay
our hands on the Snake.

-The Snake?
-The man who runs the whole show.

But he's as slippery as an eel.

We can't get any line
onto who he is.

We shall soon now, Bramley.

What are you...
What are you talking about?

Thanks to Duval.

Now, listen here, if you're trying
to say this afternoon's business

was connected with
the Black Quorum, I'll blow up.

Now, why should it?

Why do you bloomin' amateurs
always try and dramatise

anything that happens to you?

-It makes me sick.
-All right, Bramley, calm down.

I'll do as you want
and I'll leave you to be sick alone.

He sat in that chair, we lit our cigars,
and that's all I remember.

That'll teach you not to smoke cigars
till you can stand up to 'em.

We've got to be fair to him,
Mrs Bardell.

That cigar must have been drugged.

Drugged? Oh, the poor dear.

But he was such a kind, respectable
gentleman. And a clergyman.

It takes more than a collar
the wrong way round to make a clergyman.

Well! Bombs exploding,

men falling dead,

drugged cigars...

What kind of place is this,
I'd like to know?

A gentleman's house
or the chamber of horrors?

(DOOR CLOSING)

(CHUCKLING)
Poor Mrs Bardell.

She's had a trying day.

-Well, how are you feeling, Tinker?
-Oh, I'm all right, Guv'nor.

Well, come over here
and rest on the sofa for a bit.

Be more comfortable here.

(GRUNTING)

-All right?
-Yes, thank you.

-What do you make of it all, Guv'nor?
-I'm sure I don't know.

This Reverend D'Arcy Smith
rather puzzles me for the moment.

Can't think what he was after.
Apparently nothing's been touched.

-Oh, had any luck with that?
-Can't make head nor tail of it.

-Well, I'll have a shot.
-Well, shall I come and help you?

No, you take it easy for a bit.
Here's your book.

"Five-one D. Three-oh MN...

"And eight DW."

Know anything about the stars, Guv'n0r?

No, not much. Why?

Well, apparently you've got to if
you're gonna be a pilot. Listen to this.

"Suppose you're on a night raid
and your objective is London.

"It's essential to be able
to check your position by the stars.

"London is roughly fifty-one degrees,
thirty minutes north latitude..."

What's that?

"London is roughly fifty-one degrees,
thirty minutes north latitude."

Tinker, you've solved it!

What are you talking about, Guv'n0r?

"51 D, 3OIVIN"

means fifty-one degrees,
thirty minutes north latitude,

which is London.

"8 DW" means
eight degrees west longitude.

By golly, I believe we're on something.

Quick, get an atlas.

Here's the latitude line.
Now, the longitude, where's that?

Eight degrees...

TINKER: Huh! Well, that
won't help us much,

unless there's a desert island there.

BLAKE: Yes, which there isn't.
Look here, we'd better check up

and see we've got
the letters down correctly.

-Oh, there's no doubt about that.
-Better make sure.

"51 D, 3OIVIN and SIVIVV."

NO, no, IIDVV".

What? It says "MW" here.

_ltlS "DH-
-Now, I see!

The M's been changed to D.

So that's what the
Reverend D'Arcy Smith was after.

-But I don't understand, Guv'nor.
-But don't you see?

"8MW" means eight minutes
west longitude, not eight degrees.

By changing the M to D,

he's thrown us about five hundred miles
out of our reckoning.

The cunning old devil.

But why hasn't he destroyed the paper
if that's what he was after?

Because he'd have aroused
our suspicions.

As it was, he wanted to destroy
the value of the clue.

Look here, Tinker,
where's the large-scale map of London?

That's the spot.

Now we draw a circle
an inch in diameter.

Why, Guvnor'?

Because the scale of the map's
an inch to the mile,

and a minute of latitude's also a mile.

-Ah.
-Now we've got it. Look here.

It isn't squaring the circle.
It's the square in the circle.

Caversham Square.

At last, things are
beginning to move.

Come on, Tinker.
We're on the trail.

Well, where are we off to, Guv'n0r?

Number thirteen, Caversham Square.

THE SNAKE:
Any further business?

MAN: May I remind the Snake of the case
of the honourable Peter Monteson?

THE SNAKE: Oh, yes, I had forgotten.
How much has he lost at roulette?

MAN:
Eleven thousand pounds.

Here is his cheque,

dishonoured.

THE SNAKE:
Then he is right for our purpose?

MAN:
In my opinion, yes.

THE SNAKE:
And, rather than face exposure,

we will place his services
at our disposal?

-MAN: That is my belief.
-THE SNAKE: Good.

Gentlemen, I had him in mind
for the saccharin smuggling business.

Now, gentlemen, I have something
interesting to demonstrate to you,

so will you please all uncover?

This ingenious device, gentlemen,

is a combination of the
old-fashioned camera obscura

and the latest developments
in television.

It enables me to keep a close watch
on all our visitors

and thus eliminate
any suspicious character.

And now we'll have a look
in the main salon.

Quite a satisfactory gathering.

I think you'll admit, gentlemen,
our business progresses.

Excellent, Mr Larron,
and quite worthy of you.

And that, gentlemen, concludes
our business for this evening.

That's number twelve.
Where the devil's number thirteen?

Hmm. That's what
we've got to find out.

Think you'd better go
to the other side of the square

and check the numbers there.

Where shall I meet you?

Hmm?
Here, or hereabouts.

(INAUDIBLE)

Paper, Miss?

"The snake is coiled."

All clear, Miss.

I'm expecting a friend
to visit us tonight.

It's Julie!

And why shouldn't it be
Mademoiselle Julie?

-How did she find out about this place?
-I invited her myself.

It's madness.

On the contrary, my dear Max,

it may provide
a very pleasant experience for me.

And how do you know
that you can trust her?

Anyone that you can trust, Max,
surely merits my trust also.

-Mr Larron...
-I do not wish to argue, Max.

Go down and entertain her
with a little gambling,

and, later on,
bring her up hereto see me.

"The snake is coiled."

All clear, Guv'nor.

We have an unwelcome visitor.

MAN".
You mean the police?

Perhaps.

Make the usual
arrangements immediately.

-Down the alleyway, isn't it?
-That's right. First door on the left.

Evening paper, sir?

Excuse me,
ladies and gentlemen.

Excuse me, sir.

(CLUNKING)

LARRON:
Don't move.

Put your hands up,
please, Mr Sexton Blake.

And so, the famous Mr Blake is
interested in my little waxwork show.

I am indeed flattered.

You've every reason to be.

You, I presume, are the Snake.

Correct. Another example
of your brilliant powers of deduction.

Yes, when we've got through
exchanging civilities,

perhaps we can
get down to business.

But certainly.

Before I shoot a man, I always like
to exchange civilities with him.

Stand just where you are.

-When is the shooting about to begin?
-This very minute.

Suits me perfectly!

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOTS)

You win, Mr Blake.

A fine example of your
brilliant deductive reasoning.

Not too uncomfortable,
I trust, Mr Blake?

Amusing toy, isn't it?

It warned me of your approach.

And now, it tells me
the coast is clear.

Ingenious little device.
Don't you think so?

-Seen my guv'n0r anywhere?
-Sorry. I never went to borstal.

-What?
-Here, what's he like?

Oh, tallish and got a black hat on
and a short coat.

No, I ain't seen him.

And I surely would have
remembered him.

-Why?
-From your description.

He ain't wearing any trousers.

It will increase your suffering
to be able to shout for help,

knowing that the house
is entirely empty.

You interfering fool of a detective.

Tinker.

Tinker!

Tinker!

(COUGHING)

How are you, Guvnor'?

-Oh, I'm all right.
-You ought to see a doctor.

A doctor? No, thank you.
No doctors for me.

They might start asking
awkward questions, eh, Tinker?

-That's right.
-I can be as awkward as any doctor.

And I'm going to
put my foot down.

You can't go on
like this, Mr Blake.

If you don't stop this rampaging about,
them crimina|s'll be the death of you,

as sure as eggs is eggs.

-Eggs! You've said it.
-What's that?

The only thing that'll save my life.

Two lightly poached eggs
and a cup of coffee.

-What you need is beef tea.
-But what I want is eggs.

Have it your own way, sir.

-Where's Julie?
-Gone to Paris.

-What, already?
-Yes, she said it was imperative.

Didn't she leave any message?

-As a matter of fact, she did.
-What was it?

She said, "Tell him he may not always
have time to come to my rescue,

"but I found time to come to his."

Deter en herre her ute
som gjerne vil snakke med dem.

Han sier han har en avtale.

-Vis ham inn, Karen Marie.
-JaveL.

But, remember,
I'm at home to no-one else.

Neivel.

Julie, I've been counting
the minutes till I saw you again.

You counted too much.
You're late.

Nearly ten minutes late.

Darling, I'm a busy man.

As busy in Paris
as you were in London?

And more so.

And, er, in the same
line of business?

What possible interest could
my business have for you, Julie?

Oh, of the very greatest.

Why should it?

Isn't every woman interested
in a friend's business?

And am I your friend?

Only you can answer
that question, Max.

Oh, darling,
how can I prove it to you?

By taking me out
and giving me a good time.

That's not so easy.

But, if you could do it in London,
surely in Paris it'll be child's play.

-That house in Caversham Square...
-What about it?

Only that it was exciting.
I enjoyed it.

Also meeting that charming
Monsieur Larron.

He lives here in Paris, doesn't he?

Yes, yes.

I should like to meet him again.

Julie, why can't you
be content with me?

I might be if you could
really amuse me.

You must know of somewhere
like Caversham Square here in Paris.

And supposing I do?

Max, take me to it.
Say you'll take me.

-When?
-Tonight.

No, no, I... I...
I've got a meeting tonight, Julie.

Oh, I see. You're only a friend
out of business hours.

Oh, darling, don't be so angry. I...

I'll take you.

We'll go out together tonight,
you and I.

Then you'll take me
to this mysterious house?

-Yes, I will.
-Where is it?

Well, in order to make it more exciting,
that'll remain a secret.

That's Julie's house.
Number thirty-eight.

-Shall I come in with you, Guv'nor?
-Hmm?

-Did you notice that man?
-Not particularly.

-Looked like a Chinee to me.
-Exactly.

Look here, Tinker, you hang around here
and keep your eyes open.

Then you'll call for me here
at nine o'clock?

As it's striking.
I shan't be even one minute late.

Where shall we dine?

Well, that, too, had better
remain a secret for the present.

Really, Max, this promises to be
the evening of my life.

-And if it is, Julie?
-What, Max?

Please, Max!

(DOOR OPENING)

How dare you burst in like this?

Your watchdog did his best
to prevent me.

But I was anxious to see you.

And I was anxious
not to be disturbed.

Won't you introduce me
to your friend?

I know you're in a hurry, Max,
so shall we say au revoil'?

-Nine o'clock tonight.
-Without fail.

You seem to have
a habit of turning up

at the most inconvenient
moment, Mon ami.

I hoped I'd been able to repay you
for rescuing me by rescuing you.

I can assure you,
I never need rescuing.

So you said before.

Look here, Julie,
who is that man?

-A friend of mine.
-We||, scratch him off your list.

-Why?
-Because he's a bad hat.

-How do you know?
-|'m an expert in lounge lizardry.

Another brilliant deduction
by the famous detective?

No, Julie, by the man,
not the detective.

I know you well enough to know
you'd never allow yourself

to get mixed up with a man of this type
unless you were on a job.

Ah, you English
are so staid and proper.

Can't you understand that a woman
sometimes enjoys the company

of a man who's not strictly...
comme il faut?

All of which means
that you won't work in with me?

I don't understand
what you're talking about.

-Julie, I need your help.
-Have I denied it?

Have you ever heard of a man
called Michael Larron?

-The famous stamp collector?
-Yes. Do you know him?

Yes, I have met him.

He bought a valuable set of Bermudian
stamps from Cousin's Auction Rooms.

I have very little interest in stamps.

I happened to find
a stamp from that collection

on the floor of the house
in Caversham Square

before it was set on fire.

Which is very interesting,
but proves nothing.

Exactly.

Not until I've seen
Mr Larron's collection

and find out whether
that stamp's missing.

And what has all this
got to do with me?

Frankly, Julie, I want you to help me
get in touch with Mr Larron.

He's only an acquaintance.

Yes, I know,
but, still, you could if you...

My friend, this is all very interesting
to you, but terribly boring to me.

I apologise.

I do so much prefer the man
to the detective.

And I so much prefer the woman.

You used to be so amusing
in the old days.

Then I'll recapture my youth.

-Tonight you shall dine with me.
-I'm sorry.

I'm taking no refusal this time.

What time shall I call for you?

Shall we say, um... ten o'clock?

All right, ten it is.

And we'll see if we can't make
a comme il faut evening amusing as well.

And don't forget, Julie,

you're much too attractive
to get mixed up with a gang of crooks.

-Anything to report, Tinker?
-Not a thing. Not even an apache.

Paris is a really dull place
after London.

Don't you worry.
Things are gonna brighten up, all right.

What's the next move?

Look here, Tinker, stay here
and keep an eye on Julie's house.

Julie's in danger. Great danger.

It's up to you and I
to get her out of it.

You mean the Black Quorum?

-You've said it.
-Where are you going now?

I'm going to see Monsieur Charron,
the prefect of police.

It's time we got
some official help on this.

You'll come back here?

You bet your life I will
at ten o'clock.

My dear Blake,
let me repeat again

that, to the best
of my knowledge and belief,

Monsieur Michel Larron is an entirely
blameless and respectable citizen,

besides being a multimillionaire.

I could not possibly interfere
with him in any way

without the most positive proof.

But all I'm asking you, Bertrand,
is to help me get that proof.

Which I am desolated to say
is equally impossible.

Why?

Do you represent our good friend
Bramley of Scotland Yard?

No, I'm afraid I've got to admit
I haven't that privilege.

Then, Mon ami, what can I do?

Your capacity is unofficial.
As a friend, I'll do anything.

But as prefect of police,
I can do nothing.

Yes, but surely to heaven
you're as keen as Bramley

in scotching the Black Quorum by
establishing the identity of the Snake?

But of course.

Well, that's exactly
what I'm offering to do for you.

In other words,
to give us outside assistance.

Yes.

Neither Scotland Yard nor the
Paris SC/reté need outside assistance.

We are perfectly capable
of handling our own affairs.

Well, if that's the case, I suppose
I'll have to play a lone hand.

I'm afraid you will.

What's that you're looking at?

-Hairs, my friend.
-Hairs? Whose hairs?

Six hairs from the heads
of six different persons.

And one of those persons
is the murderer.

-You don't say. May I have a look?
-You may.

By Jove, that's interesting.

I really believe I know
where that hair comes from.

-Where?
-My dog, Pedro.

Give me Scotland Yard.
Inspector Bramley.

(INAUDIBLE)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Punctual to the minute, Max.

You know, I couldn't afford
to waste even one moment.

-Where are we dining?
-Er, La Mousse aux Praises.

-I don't know it.
-Very select.

Reserved for gourmets
and beautiful women.

La Mousse aux Praises, Albert.

Hey, taxi!

Voulez-vous, um... um...

Oh, follow that car
to La Mousse aux Fraises.

-La Mousse aux Praises.
-Oui, monsieur.

LARRON: Only an hour
before this meeting was due to start,

I received a message from Fleming
saying he was unable to attend.

-MAN: Did he give any reason?
-LARRON: None.

-MAN: I don't like the sound of it.
-LARRON: Neither did I.

Consequently, I took precautions.

What have you to tell us?

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

Our friend Fleming
is playing a game of his own.

A game it is necessary
I should deal with.

You will await my return.

Liqueur, monsieur'?

Oh, what will you have, Julie?

Um... Chartreuse.

Chartreuse verte.
Et, pour moi...

Bien, monsieur.

-And tell me, did you enjoy your dinner?
-It was exquisite, Max.

Julie, you look so lovely.

Your eyes are shining.

That's in anticipation
of the excitement you promised me.

Tell me, Max,
where are we going?

Please tell me.

LARRON:
Don't be so ungallant, my dear Max.

Why don't you answer the lady?

Monsieur Larron!
How charming to see you again.

The pleasure is mine, dear lady.
This is indeed a lucky chance.

An important appointment
fell through at the last moment

and I was faced
with a long and boring evening.

Oh, I could not bear that.

Monsieur Larron must join us,
mustn't he, Max?

I hope you don't disapprove
of the lady's charming invitation.

-Please, Max.
-No, of course not. Delighted.

-Gargon.
-WAITER: Oui, madame?

Now, may I ask,

how were you two young people
going to spend the evening?

Ah, Mademoiselle Julie
er nok ikke hjemme.

-I beg your pardon?
-Mademoiselle Julie er nok ikke hjemme.

Men hvis DE er Mister Blake
sé harjeg en beskjed til dem.

-Er DE Mister Blake?
-Mr Blake, yes. I'm Mr Blake, yes.

Mademoiselle Julie be meg
gi dem nette, vwrségod.

You mean, er...
Mademoiselle Julie is not in?

Mem er ikke hjemme. Hun ba
meg gi dem dette sé DE kan lese.

I'll take no refusal.

I'm the intruder, therefore it's for me
to provide the party.

You must come to my house.

But really, Mr Larron,
I promised to take Julie round and...

and show her some of
the secret thrills of Paris.

I can promise mademoiselle
that I will show her more thrills

than she can ever have imagined.

But that sounds wonderful.
Of course I'll accept.

-But, Mr Larron...
-The matter is settled.

We might as well start.
My car is at the door.

Here, Horace...

(WHISPERING)

-Mademoiselle will permit me?
-Thank you.

And when do the thrills start,
Monsieur Larron?

Soon, dear lady. Very soon now.

Meanwhile, let's make
ourselves comfortable.

My dear Max,
will you have a cigarette?

Thanks.

Don't hesitate. Take one.

No, thanks.
I've changed my mind.

JULIE: If you don't mind,
I think I'll take one.

Don't, Julie.

So highly strung, my dear Max.

So very highly strung.

Aren't you going to
give the lady a light?

Now, if you'll excuse me
for a few moments...

-Of course.
-I can promise you I won't be long.

And, on my return, we'll see
what we can do in the way of...

thrills.

-Julie, we've got to get out of this.
-But, Max, we've only just arrived.

If we remain here,
our lives won't be worth that.

If this is your idea of giving me a
thrill, I'm afraid it's a very poor one.

Can't you see that I'm serious?

You don't know
this man Larron like I do.

I'm hoping to get to know him
better this evening.

Julie, I tell you, you've got to come
now while there's still a chance.

And I tell you,
nothing will persuade me to go.

You little fool.

Do you realise that Larron
is no-one else but the Snake himself?

The leader of the Black Quorum

and the most dangerous criminal
and murderer alive today.

I know, because I work for him.

If ever we get out of here,
I'll put the police onto him and...

Look.

Look!

You treacherous rat.

Out of your own mouth
you stand condemned.

No, I... I haven't done anything.
I swear I haven't.

I haven't done a thing!
It's the woman! She's a spy.

She's in league with Sexton Blake!

Oh, stop that squealing.

You tried to double-cross
the Black Quorum.

You tried to double-cross me
over the woman.

There's only one penalty
for such treachery.

-And that's death.
-MAX: No, no, no! Don't shoot!

Don't... Don't... I'll do anything
you say, only don't shoot!

(GUNSHOT)

So, mademoiselle,
you and I are alone at last.

Keep away from me.

Is that the way to speak
to a devoted admirer?

-You're a criminal and a murderer.
-You little fool.

Don't you realise
that the game is up?

The Black Quorum
has seen through your treacheries.

I, and I alone, can save you
from theirjudgement.

-Let me go.
-Julie, Julie.

I'm rich.
I can give you furs, jewels.

Isn't that better
than the death chamber?

I'd rather die.

Lai Chang.

Take her to the council chamber.

Hands up and stand still.

-Do as I bid you!
-If you move, I'll fire!

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
mademoiselle,

but your revolver is not loaded.

-Do as I bid you.
-You can't bluff me like that.

I warn you, I shall fire.

-Must I do all my own work myself?
-(GUN CLICKING)

(CHUCKLING)

You see, mademoiselle, I took the
precaution of removing the cartridges

as we came along in the car.

Excuse me, monsieur,
but you are Mr Blake?

-Yes.
-You are expecting to meet a friend?

-That's right. Where is he?
-He has gone.

-Gone?
-Yes. But he has left a message.

Well, what is it?

He say he cannot wait,
but he is suffering from "Larron-gitis".

-Will you please follow?
-Laryngitis?

No, no, monsieur. "Larron-gitis."

Larron! Gosh, Tinker!

LARRON: So, in view of the overwhelming
evidence against the prisoner,

I must ask the Black Quorum
to pronounce a verdict of guilty.

Has mademoiselle
anything to say against that?

Very well.

It is my submission
that the only possible sentence is...

the death chamber.

So be it.

This session is now concluded.

I myself will supervise the execution
of the Black Quorum's judgment.

Bring her over here.

Lai Chang, open the death chamber.

So young, so beautiful,

and yet you choose death.

An unknown death
that will creep upon you unawares.

Stick 'em up, Larron!

Oh, my young friend Tinker.

-Mr Tinker to you.
-As you will, Mr Tinker.

May I offer you another cigar?

TINKER:
Here, none of your silly nonsense!

The Reverend D'Arcy Smith.

Where's Julie?

What have you done with her?
Come on.

(GROANING)

LARRON:
Put him inside.

-Chief!
-LARRONI What is it?

-Sexton Blake is here.
-Sexton Blake?

Yes, he says he wants to see Mr Larron.
Something about some stamps.

I'll come and settle
with Mr Blake immediately.

(GROANING)

Julie.

-Are you all right?
-Yes, but what about you?

Oh, I'm all right. No harm done.

How did you get here?

I've been tailing you the whole evening.

-But why?
-Guv'nor's orders.

He guessed you'd get mixed up
in a spot of bother.

You should have mucked in with us
on this job, as he suggested.

When I'm on a job, as you call it,
Tinker, I play a lone hand.

Then you are working
for the French secret service?

That's why you were so pally
with that bloke Fleming.

-You were pumping him.
-Yes.

To discover who the Snake was.

The mastermind
behind the Black Quorum.

-But you know what this place is?
-(CHUCKLING)

-Looks like a cellar to me.
-It's the Snake's death chamber.

My dear Mr Blake,
what a charming surprise.

Very good of you to see me, Mr Larron,
especially as we haven't met before.

I've heard so much about you.
I feel we're quite old friends.

I wanted to see you.
A matter of some stamps.

Oh, yes, a hobby
we have in common.

Do sit down
and make yourself comfortable.

-|'m afraid the matter's rather urgent.
-Oh, there's no hurry,

and the longer you stay,
the more delighted I shall be.

The Guv'n0r'll be here any minute now.
He'll soon have us out.

-Oh, I hope he'll come in time.
-Of course he will.

I don't see anything very deadly
in this place.

Tinker.

Look.

I saw at Cousin's Auction Rooms
in London

you bought a valuable set
of Bermudian stamps.

Yes, indeed, a beautiful set.
All unused.

-Pity it's incomplete.
-|ncomp|ete? Why, what do you mean?

I happen to have the fourpenny stamp
of that set here.

It fell on the carpet
of number thirteen Caversham Square

in the room of the most notorious
living criminal, the Snake.

My dear sir, I'm afraid I don't
understand what you're talking about.

I have the complete set
in my album here.

Oh? May I see them?

But certainly.

See?
There they are, the beauties.

Penny, tuppenny, thruppenny
and fourpenny.

-I must apologise, Mr Larron.
-I should hope so, Mr Blake.

Naturally, I resent being mistaken
for a notorious criminal.

BLAKE: I'm afraid I've made
a complete fool of myself.

Well, we all make mistakes at times.

Yes, but this fourpenny stamp's
been used.

You bought an unused set.

This stamp's been chemically treated
to remove the postmark.

Put them up, Mr Larron!

(GUNSHOT)

Oh, Tinker, this is horrible.

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANING)

-Where's Julie?
-In the death chamber.

Well, show me where it is
or I'll blow your brains out!

All right.

You win this time, Mr Blake.

Julie!

After him!

-BRAMLEY: Blake, are you all right?
-Yes, perfectly.

-Where's Larron?
-In there.

-How do they open?
-|t's something to do with that rope.

-But it's bust.
-We'll have to break down the doors.

-We||, you'll never get him out alive.
-We||, we can try. Batter them down.

Go on.

You're quite safe now, Julie.

Mon Dieu!

-Look! He's escaped!
-He went that way!

Look out!

You promised to have dinner with me
and I demand reparation.

How can I make it?

By promising
to have supper with me instead.

-Well, if you insist.
-TINKER: Guv'nor, he's escaped.

That's the worst of leaving things
to you bloomin' amateurs.

Well, we must get busy.
We've got to catch that man.

-We||, I wish you the best of luck.
-But you're coming with us?

Oh, no.

No, I'm afraid I've got
a supper appointment with a lady.

-But you can't do that.
-Oh, yes, I can.

Don't forget,
I'm acting quite unofficially.

(LAUGHING)