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Look, Captain, the first magpie.

Ah, yes.

Spring is definitely here. The flowers are blooming, the birds are singing.

fill your lungs with the sweet smell of the earth.

Frankly, Captain, it doesn't smell that sweet to me. You're right.

No wonder.

That's the town dump over there.

Blistering barnacles, there's people camping there.

They're gypsies. How can they stand that stench?

That sounds like a child crying.

Oh, no. I think she's hurt.

Poor kid.

Don't be afraid. You'll be all right.

Come on. Let's find your mother.

We found her in the woods. She was hurt, so we brought her home.

You are a kind man.

I'll tell you a fortune for you.

Cross my palm. What? It's silver.

I don't believe in that stuff. Let go of my hand.

Oh.

What do you see?

I see a new car and... Ah.

And a visit from a large foreign lady with blonde hair and...

Lots of jewelry.

Oh, a terrible disaster.

What terrible disaster?

The jewels are gone.

Vanished. Gone where?

A little silver, and I will tell you more.

Mumbo jumbo.

Well, we're off.

But take my advice and camp someplace else. It's unhealthy here. Do you think

are here because we like it?

You think we like living in all this filth? This is the only place the police

would allow us to camp.

Blistering barnacles.

I insist that you move at once.

There's a big meadow over by Marlin Spike Hall. It's my property, so you can

move there whenever you like. Okay?

Thank you.

Professor Calculus.

Are you all right?

Yes, indeed. I fell from quite a height. That confounded step.

Nestor! Yes, sir?

Did you call the mason?

Yes, sir. He promised to be here in the morning.

You'll never guess who this letter is from.

I give up.

Bianca Castafiore.

Ah.

The dear old Melanie's Nightingale. She's arriving here today.

Castafiore? Here?

Today?

You're joking.

No, I'm serious.

She says she needs a few days rest. Here, read for yourself.

Blah, blah, blah.

Blistering blue barnacles, it's true.

Catastrophe. Calamity.

Cataclysm. There's a little P .S. for you.

Kindest regards to Captain Bartok.

Haddock. Señor Castor Oily.

Haddock!

Mister!

Sir? Pack my bags immediately. I must be out of the house in an hour.

Uh, yes, sir.

All hands on deck.

Abandon ship. Where are you going?

Anywhere to get out of that living cyclone's path.

Captain, are you all right?

Billions of blistering blue barnacles.

Anything broken?

No. Just help me up.

You have a bad sprain there. You must keep

off this foot for at least two weeks.

Two weeks?

But I'm leaving today on a trip.

Oh, out of the question. You're lucky that leg isn't broken.

Yeah, real lucky.

And my other advice is get that step fixed.

Good day.

If this is luck, give me disaster.

Guess who?

Disaster! My dear Captain Fatstock, how too divine to see you again.

How did you get in?

Tintin let us in.

Signora Castafiore arrived just as the doctor was leaving.

Misericordia! What has happened to you?

I sprained my ankle.

Let us in? What do you mean, us?

Why, Irma, my maid, who always travels with me, and Igor Wagner, my

who obviously has to accompany me.

Signora, may I present our friend, Professor Cuthbert Calculus.

Oh, how...

Absolutely thrilling to meet the man who makes all those daring ascents in

balloons.

Signora, it is a rare pleasure to meet so great an artist.

Oh. Whose paintings are so delicately rendered, so harmonious,

true landmarks in the history of art. I am deeply honored.

I err.

Irma, where is the little present for Captain Drydock?

Present? Here it is, senora.

Ah, thank you, Irma. I know an old soldier like yourself must often feel

lonely, so I brought this pretty poly to keep you company.

Blistering eardrums!

I...

That is to say, what a delightful surprise. Nothing could have given me

pleasure. I knew it. Oh, I'm so delighted to be out of the mad social

Peace and quiet at last.

The reporters will be after me, of course, but I'm traveling incognito.

So this is where Signora Castafiori is staying?

No interviews, no photographers.

Nothing. His name is Iago, a compliment to Senor Verdi. You see, parrots have an

unfailing instinct.

They immediately recognize those who really love them.

Goji?

Cannibal! Bessie! Bazook!

Vampire! Hello?

Hello? I can hear you.

Oh, it's just a teeny -weeny bit sore.

Irma! The first aid kit, please.

Here's the first aid kit, madam.

And has madam forgotten this?

Misericordia! I did almost forget. For you, Tintin, a small token in

of our first meeting.

Thank you, madam.

Ah, Guno's Faust.

Yes, the famous jewel song.

Merci!

My jewels!

I've got them right here, madame.

Ah, I can breathe again.

What would I do if I ever lost my fabulous jewels?

They're irreplaceable, especially this one.

It is my absolute favorite.

It was given to me by the Maharaja of Gaipal. He named it in my honor, the

Castafiori.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Oh.

Hello. We are here.

Gracious.

Captain!

Well, Snowy, we've managed to get them settled in all right.

Now, why would they have been sneaking around the house?

I don't like it, Snowy.

I'll lock my jewels in this drawer, Irma.

And I'll hide the key in this vase.

Be sure you watch them very carefully. They're irreplaceable.

Those people love me.

There's nothing here, Signora. Absolutely nothing.

But I saw it, I tell you. I saw his eyes glittering like diamonds.

Mercy! My jewels!

Your jewels are all here, Madame.

You must have been having a nightmare.

You're quite safe here. Nothing will happen, I promise.

I'll close your window so you won't have to worry.

I wonder if those two men we chased yesterday could have had anything to do

Bianca's night visitor.

Could somebody have climbed those vines?

They couldn't support a man's weight.

Well, well, well.

Those are definitely a man's footprints.

Miserable bird.

I can hear you.

So how's the foot today, Captain?

Oh, just peachy.

Thanks.

Oh.

Hello? Yes, speaking.

Paris Flash International?

An interview?

Oh, I'm very flattered.

Gladly. Huh?

With Signora Castafiore? Oh.

Well, I'm sorry she doesn't want to do any interviews right now. Ah, Captain?

Hello? Paris Flash?

Why, of course.

I'd be delighted.

Tomorrow? Fine.

I look forward to seeing you. Ciao.

I thought you said you weren't doing any interviews.

Ah, but the Paris Flash.

The Paris Flash is well. The Paris Flash. Not like that raggy Il Tempo.

Not a flicker of respect for an artist.

But this is unimportant.

Now I must practice with Wagner.

Bye -bye.

She's doing her exercises.

We'll have to wait.

Look out!

Free.

Ah, peace at last.

There's old Cuthbert pruning his roses.

How are your roses getting along?

I have a little secret to tell you. I've just succeeded in growing an entirely

new variety of rose.

Splendid! No, no, they're white.

And guess what I've named them?

I give up. What?

That's it, Bianca, which means white in Italian.

Who on earth are they and what are they doing here?

Yes, yes, Bianca, like our delightful guest.

I wonder what they're up to.

But you won't be the word, will you? It's a surprise.

Ah, there you are, Captain Hummock.

I'd like you to meet Christopher Willoughby Droop and Marco Rizzotto from

Paris Flash.

Captain, when are you going to stop wearing that shapeless old jersey and

hair? You look like a scruffy little schoolboy.

Here we go.

I think we have all we need.

Very well. We'll see you at lunch.

We can take a nice, quiet walk, Captain.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? I sure am. This could be a sensation. But

need confirmation.

That's Professor Calculus over there.

Good morning, Professor.

We're from the Parrot's Flash.

My card.

Hmm.

Reporters.

They know about my rose.

Tell me, Professor, off the record, of course, is there something going on

between La Castafiore and Captain Haddock?

The captain told you, didn't he?

Well, yes and no.

He promised not to tell. It's a secret.

Oh, naturally.

But how soon will it be?

It all depends on the weather, of course. But they could be ready in three

or so.

The mail, sir.

What's all this?

Get well cards, no doubt, sir.

And the Paris Flash sent us a complimentary copy of their magazine.

Now, what does this mean?

Read that, will you? And tell me if it makes any sense to you.

Hardiest congratulations, Captain Chester.

Congratulations for what?

I just don't...

What? Have a look at that.

Exclusive. Milanese nightingale, Bianca Castafiore, to marry old salt.

Old salt.

Brutes. Filibusters.

Congratulations, my dear friend. What good news.

Oh, Captain, have you seen the marvelous article that Paris Flash did on me?

You call that a marvelous article?

I call it preposterous.

Outrageous. Oh, this isn't the first time you know. They're always predicting

I'm about to marry the most impossible people.

Well, it's the first time for me, and I... Hello.

Yes. That's right.

Television. Here.

No! Leave me alone!

Misericordia. Hello?

Yes. Why, of course.

With pleasure.

Fine.

You can light the ceiling with that flood.

You see, madame, we'll be filming this and recording for television at the same

time. It's tricky, but we're sure it should go quite smoothly.

Okay, get ready for a voice test.

Take up the mic, Jim. It's in the shot.

Strange. I don't remember that photographer coming in with the TV crew.

Okay, let's do it.

Roll camera.

Castafiore, take one.

Action. Ladies and gentlemen.

Tonight, we come to you live from Marlinspike Hall, where we will have the

pleasure of hearing renowned diva Bianca Castafiore, justifiably named the

Milanese Nightingale.

Signora, I know our viewers would be overjoyed if you would sing your

No! No!

Why, yes.

Emergency!

Take cover! She's going to sing!

Hello?

to see how lovely I look in this video.

I can hear you.

Can't. Madamina. It's Iago, poor thing.

He's gotten lost.

George.

Hey, who are you? Wait.

Hey, stop.

Isn't that the photographer?

What's his hurry?

Oh, the lights.

What happened, Nestor?

Just a few, sir.

Madame! Oh, madame!

What is it, Irma?

What's the matter?

Your jewels, madame! They're gone!

All right, nobody leaves.

Nestor, call the police.

I got it! I got it! Good work, Gino. The boss will be pleased.

Tell me, where was your photographer off to in such a hurry?

Our photographer?

I thought Signora Castafiore brought him in. Bingo!

The jewels!

Thompson and Thompson, what happened?

I was a little late applying the brakes.

To be precise, you didn't brake at all.

But never mind that. We've been sent to protect Signora Castafiore and her

jewels. You're a little late. The jewels have just been stolen.

No! Watch your step. There are cables all over the place.

Don't worry about us, Tintin. We know our way around.

Don't move, anybody.

Madame Castafiore, Detectives Thompson and Thompson are here.

Watch the cables.

Good evening, gentlemen.

First, Signora, can you set light to a shed light on the fifth of your jewels?

From my bedroom.

My jewels.

My lovely jewels.

Have no fear, Signora. We'll find them, dead or alive.

Now, you say your jewels were upstairs?

Yes, locked in a drawer.

And then, when I took the case out of the drawer... Case?

What case?

Why, the jewel case, of course. The one I... Misericordia! My jewel case.

I sat down here and then I... There, what did I tell you? My jewels.

The little darlings are safe. I could weep for joy.

How silly of me. I completely forgot I brought them down here.

How amusing. Don't you agree?

No, madame. Police business is never amusing.

Quite so. Not amusing in the least. Good night.

Detectives, your hats.

And watch out for the... cables.

Blistering barnacles. Now what?

Just look at that. That horrible rag of a magazine. What's wrong, madame?

Those cads from El Tempo have been spying on me, taking my photograph

permission. So that's who the mysterious photographer was.

And I thought he was a jewel thief.

It would be a safer job.

Well, it's outrageous.

How dare they publish such an ugly photograph of me. I'll sue.

It was a pretty good shot of the bird.

I can hear you.

It all started when Captain Haddock invited some gypsies to camp on the

of Marlin Spike Hall.

I'll tell your fortune for you.

What do you see? I see a new car and a visit from a

large foreign lady with blonde hair and... This who?

My dear Captain Fatstock, how too divine to see you again.

Lots of jewelry.

What would I do if I ever lost my fabulous jewels?

Especially this one.

The Castafiori Emerald.

So this is where Signor Castafiori is staying?

A terrible disaster.

Stop!

Too late.

Now why would they have been sneaking around the house?

The jewels are gone.

Vanished.

Typhoons? This is outrageous.

These wretched stales. I could have been seriously hurt just now. Well,

blistering barnacles, I... And such language. Really, Captain.

Uh, I... You would never hear such disgusting language from Madame

Misericordia. Has anyone seen my little gold scissors?

Ah, lost your scissors. Have you? Well, I... Well, look for them. They didn't

grow wings and fly away, did they?

Do you think you're going?

I, uh, well, I... This is not a time for us to roll in the country. As my

accompanist, I expect perfect technique. I want to hear you practicing your

scales all day long.

Yes, signora.

And I suggest you get that step fixed before someone gets hurt, Captain

Whoa.

Is this the stonemason?

Ah, Mrs. Bolt.

Oh, you're the man up at the hall.

Said he'd stop by, did he?

No, Mr.

Bolt isn't here.

Young people, always in a hurry.

Oh, dear. I can't find my little gold scissors anywhere.

Where did you get those, Mirka? I banned them.

Help!

Help!

What's the matter?

There was someone in my room. I heard footsteps.

Mercy! My jewels!

The window was locked tight. You must have had a bad dream.

Go back to bed. There's nothing to worry about.

We'd better look around, Snowy. Maybe there is an intruder on the estate. That

might explain the missing scissors.

That must be coming from the gypsy camp.

What haunting music.

We'd better be getting back, Snowy.

Ow!

An owl!

Well, everything seems okay, Snowy. Let's go back in.

Great snakes!

My emerald!

Someone's tripped on the step again.

Strange. No one here.

And yet the piece of marble came loose all right. Help!

What's going on? I don't know. We'd better investigate.

My emerald! Oh, my emerald!

What happened, senora?

carefully, Signora. Are you sure you didn't misplace it?

No, no.

I put my jewel case on the dressing table over there.

I opened it to admire my treasure.

Then I left the room for about 15 minutes and when I came back, the

gone.

It may have fallen down somewhere.

Impossible. It was inside the case.

In that case, I guess... Nothing here.

Uh, I guess we'd better call the police.

Now, why would Wagner have fresh mud on his shoes if he was practicing his

scales all morning?

And I'd still like to know who just fell on that broken step.

theft was committed by someone in the house, then there are six suspects.

Irma, Wagner, Nestor, Calculus, Tintin, and of course, you,

Captain. Are you suggesting... Wait.

Three of you can be ruled out. You, Captain, because you can't go upstairs

your wheelchair.

Tintin, who was with you, and Wagner, who was playing the piano in the

Gallery. Yeah.

Same scales over and over and over again.

That leaves Irma, Nestor, and Professor Calculus.

You must be out of your mind.

If not, then who?

Perhaps someone we haven't thought of, or someone we don't even know.

Perhaps. Meanwhile, with your permission, we'll question each of the

separately and in private.

And furthermore... If you insist, I'll send Nestor in, but you're wasting your

time.

at the time of the crime.

I was raking a path in the garden near Professor Calculus when I heard Signora

Castafiore scream.

I looked up at the windows and... Aha!

You admit you could see the windows from where you were.

Certainly, sir.

I dropped my rake and hastened towards the house.

You hastened, then.

Ah, hastened.

Uh, yes.

I was busy sewing in my room when I heard Madame scream. I rushed into her

just in time to catch her in my arms as she fainted.

Ah, but your mistress spent 15 minutes outside the room.

You had time to enter her room, take the emerald, and throw it out the window to

an accomplice.

Say, Nestor, for example.

Roy. Admit it.

Help!

Help! Help!

Irma, stop!

What's going on?

These beasts have accused me of stealing Madame's emerald. Did you really accuse

her? That is, well, sort of. It's a police trick that sometimes works.

After all... Police work is a tricky business.

Please send in calculus.

Very well. But if I were you, I'd try a different approach this time.

Now, Professor, is it true that Nesta was near you when Signora Castafiore

screamed? I've been told what happened, and I'm heartbroken for the dear lady.

Just look at my pendulum.

Ahem. Well, to repeat my question...

Exactly. It's swinging to the southeast.

In fact, it's pointing in the direction of the gypsy camp.

Gypsy camp?

The gypsies are all villains without a shadow of a doubt. You've no right to

suspect them just because they're gypsies, you know. Furthermore, I expect

they've bolted by now.

I don't think so.

Huh? What's the matter? They have left, but they were here yesterday.

I told you so. They took the emerald and ran. But they won't run far.

The emerald must be here.

The emerald's not here. You see? Nothing. We are not thieves.

Nevertheless, we're obligated to search every last caravan.

Furthermore, the last caravan must be searched.

Precisely.

No, you can't come in here.

Aha, now we've got you.

Stop it!

Miserable beast.

Right then, how about these gold scissors? Where did they come from?

Likely story.

You stole them. They belong to Miss Irma. She reported the theft before we

here. I found them lying under a tall tree by the river.

Officer, this is stolen property.

The Emerald is bound to be nearby.

And there's the guilty party.

I'm sure those gypsies are innocent.

Me too.

But the scissors they found are not going to help.

My dear friends, I have extraordinary news.

Really? No.

I've just invented the television set.

You old pioneer.

Precisely. In high -definition color, too. An extraordinary picture.

Better than the cinema.

But somebody's already invented television.

Why, certainly. I invite you all to a demonstration in my laboratory.

I call it Super Cuffbutt Color. Now, watch carefully. This is an

historic moment.

Ah!

Today's news.

Police confirmed today that there was a spectacular jewel theft at historic

Marlinspike Hall over the weekend.

Thundering typhoons. What a coincidence.

He's talking about me.

The picture isn't so clear.

Is that any better?

The sound. The sound!

Good, isn't it? But how's this?

No! The sound!

Gee!

The same diva, Bianca Castafiori, is currently a guest at Marlin's White

That's not me, is it? How ghastly.

With her, of course, is her famous and exotic collection of jewelry, the most

unusual of which is the emerald, now missing and presumed stolen. Our on -the

-scene reporters spoke to the detectives in charge of the case and send this

report. Yes, it's obvious that the gypsies who are camping on the grounds

guilty. We've searched their caravans, and not only did we find a pair of

scissors, but also a trained monkey.

Now, this robbery could only have been committed by a small, agile creature

capable of climbing up the wall of the house.

We've brought the monkey in for questioning, but he's not talking.

Stay tuned for further developments.

Meanwhile, in other news... Enough!

Misericordia!

Of course, it still needs a little work.

Snowy, I just can't believe those gypsies are guilty. But if they didn't

the emerald, who did?

Oh, Snowy.

Well, well. Mr. Wagner must have the day off.

That's funny.

Who's playing the piano?

What have you found, Snowy?

Good boy!

A ladder!

Great snakes!

A tape recorder!

You're going to have some explaining to do, Mr. Wagner.

So, the ladder falls right back in place.

Go and hide, Snowy. It won't be long now.

Can I give you a hand, Mr. Wagner?

No, thanks. I can manage.

I do this for the exercise.

Original, don't you think?

Very. And how do you explain the tape recorder and the piano?

Look, please, don't tell Signor Castafiore. I can explain.

Now explain.

I'm a gambler, you see, and I go to the village every day to place my bets.

But you weren't in the village when the emerald was stolen, were you? It was you

falling downstairs that day, wasn't it?

Yes. I was up in the attic, and on my way back down, I fell.

What were you doing up in the attic?

I thought I heard someone walking around up there, so I went to investigate.

Madame Castafiore heard them too, but because she was half asleep, she thought

someone was in her room.

Why didn't you tell us?

I wasn't sure.

It could have been a false alarm.

I never did find anything.

One last point. I found your footprints under Senora's window.

Very likely. I wanted to make sure no one could climb up on the ivy. Well,

explains everything, except the footsteps in the attic.

Shh, Snowy, listen.

Well, Snowy, we've solved the mystery of Bianca's monster.

But we're still no closer to the jewel thief.

Why, Captain, you're up. Yes, the doctor just left. He took off the cast.

Captain!

Professor! Professor!

See you soon, Doctor.

It was the wheelchair.

It, uh... I have some bad news for you.

You have bad news?

Yes, I must leave tomorrow.

They are clamoring for me at La Scala in Milan to do a Rossini opera.

I'm terribly upset.

Shattered. Are you sure you can't stay?

I know you would like me to stay, Captain, but alas, I've made my

What was that, Captain?

Oh, happy day.

My wheelchair's gone away.

Oh, happy... Goodbye,

dear Captain Hatbox. It grieves me to leave you, but Rossini calls.

What opera will you be singing?

La Gaza Radar, a magnificent role.

Thank you again, one and all.

I'll be back soon, I promise.

And my poor emerald.

Let me know at once if you hear anything.

Of course. Dear lady, I beg you to accept these humble roses, the

first of a new variety I have created and have named Bianca.

What a sweet idea.

They're exquisite. And what perfume.

Dear professor, let me kiss you.

Arrivederci.

Goodbye. Come back soon.

Wait a minute. That opera, La Gaza Ladra. I've got it.

What do you mean?

Be careful.

Two bits of glass, a marble, and the emerald. I've got it!

Wonderful, Tintin! You're a genius!

There you are, gentlemen. Now all we have to do is return the gem to Signora

Castafiore. Lovely, isn't it?

Furthermore, it's really... Whoa!

That was close.

It could happen to anyone.

Hang on to it this time.

Trust me.

Din Din, what made you guess the magpie had it? The name of the opera, La Gaza

Ladra. What about it?

La Gaza Ladra means the thieving magpie.

Magpies will pick up anything that sparkles or shines, like a pair of gold

scissors or an emerald. I knew there was a magpie around here. Then when Mearka

mentioned the tall tree by the brook and magpies only nest in the tallest trees,

the rest was simple.

The scissors must have fallen out of the nest.

Splendid. You've cleared the gypsies of any wrongdoing.

Some apologizing to do, gentlemen?

Just our luck. The one time we managed to catch the culprits, they turn out to

be innocent.

How true. You think they've done it on purpose?

Ha ha!

Look! That broken step has finally been mended. But the cement's still wet. We

can't walk on it for a few days. You have to step over it, like this.

Very well, sir.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Hello, who's that?

I just popped by to tell you... Ah, Mr.

Bolt, you did a wonderful job on the stairs.

I just popped by to remind you to keep off that step for a few days. Too bad,

too. That was a lovely bit of marble, that was.

Blue blistering barnacle.