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Dear Miss 347,

I wonder if you would like to write to

me, as I understand that you are

interested in finding companionship.

>> I too am a solitary soul and would be

very glad to hear of another such.

Our ages, it seems, are about the same,

and I feel that we might have tastes in

common,

as I am in the happy position of not

having to worry about earning a living,

though not exactly one of the idle rich.

Time does drag a bit, so you will

understand how hopeful I am of hearing

from you.

Yours very sincerely, 412,

RN, retired.

Dear Mr. 412, I was so pleased to

receive your letter this morning. It had

been forwarded to me very promptly and

gave me a nice feeling of being less of

a stranger in my new surroundings. Of

course, I couldn't help noticing that

you are a Navy man, and smile though you

may, I must tell you that I simply adore

the sea and everything to do with it.

But enough of that for the moment or you

will think me silly and romantic and

quite quite unrealistic.

>> Chef says, "Was the porridge to your

satisfaction, madam?"

>> Delicious, my dear,

>> on account of the complaint from number

seven.

>> Quite quite delicious.

Open the door, please.

open the door,

please.

[bell]

Ah,

two possibilities.

One,

girl in the clock tea rooms thinks

thinks she saw Mrs. Banister in there

three or four weeks ago.

>> Which way?

>> Oh,

with a man, middle-aged, gray hair.

Galant she called him.

>> Bit of a fancy lad. Two girl in a copper

kettle. Italian she is.

>> Says she remembers Mr. record in there

because it was the day she started with

a man

>> reckon

>> middle-aged silver hair dark clothes

hands like so and all the time he is

looking very sad at my legs she thinks

he was a priest

>> you've gathered more than I expected Sid

wish I had your way with women

>> I wouldn't have thought the descriptions

of much help

>> oh much clearer now the sort of man

we're looking for

>> yeah clergman who writes books

>> no not at all clergman who doesn't write

books

>> oh that should be easy enough Well, not

easy, but less difficult in the context

of flax for society than looking for,

shall we say, an embezzler or

fornicator.

A needle is much simpler to find in a

haststack than it is in a barrel of

other needles. No, what we're looking

for is a professional con man,

>> which means he specializes.

>> Exactly.

A full-timer who's forever pointed

towards an altar.

God, Sid, just imagine. Think of a

lifetime of perpetual courtship of the

last woman on earth you want to marry.

That's real graft. So you see what we

want is not an ordinary criminal but a

chameleon.

Someone who adopts whatever pose is best

suited to the job in hand.

>> I wonder how they communicated between

meetings without his having to give his

address away. I mean some sort of box

number, I suppose.

>> How about one of those matrimonial

agencies?

Staunchch.

>> That's what I've seen the name. She runs

an ad in the paper.

>> I knew I'd seen it somewhere.

>> She's got an office in the Northgate

area where the Liberal Party used to be.

>> I think I'll pop over there.

What do you think I should ask for?

Catalog.

>> I presume you're not here to offer

yourself as a client, inspector.

>> Hardly.

>> I thought not. You don't look married,

which is a sure sign that you have a

wife and are well content with her.

>> I must tell Mrs. Perbrite. Oh, no, I

don't. Thank you.

>> May I ask Mrs. Storch? Is there Mr.

Storch or do you run this agency alone?

>> No, no. My husband's an architect.

>> Well, architectural consultant,

actually. [clears throat] The next time

you want your cells rebuilding or

whatever, send for Donald. He did a

prison block once. He's very good. Or so

he tells me. Oh,

>> I must remember that.

I'm afraid poor dear old Donald has the

traditional middle class attitude to

matrimonial agencies. Terribly not on.

Don't you know? [laughter]

>> There are two women we're rather anxious

to chase.

One is a widow and the other unmarried.

We think they probably contacted your

agency in the last 6 months or so.

>> Are you saying they've disappeared?

>> Well, in effect, yes.

>> Oh dear. Well, better give me their

names.

>> One is Miss Martha Reckett and Mrs. is

Lillian Banister.

>> You think in the last 6 months?

>> Well, in the case of Mrs. Banister,

about four months, at least from the

date on the check she made out to you.

>> I do indeed remember Mrs. Banister. She

used my services for oh, several weeks.

I'm fairly sure the other lady was also

a client. Just let me look in my

headboards.

The trouble is,

tell me if I'm jumping too far ahead,

Inspector, but I can see that you

believe that something has happened to

these women which leads you naturally to

suppose that some kind of criminal is

responsible and gives you the idea that

they might have met him through this

agency. Am I right?

>> Well, I wouldn't.

>> Please be frank. I certainly intend to

be.

>> All right. Yes, that is the argument so

far. Ah

well then let me explain certain

difficulties which probably haven't

occurred to you.

>> It's terribly important for people who

come here to feel that the whole thing

is strictly confidential. [snorts]

>> So after the initial files are filled in

you know the sort of thing age hobbies

tastes

>> financial needs

>> if it seems relevant. Yes. Well all

these things go down on record and I

allocate people a number. Thereafter,

all letters are addressed by that number

alone. Well, they pass through this

office for redirection, of course. But

as you can see, even I don't know who

contacts whom. My only function is to

effect introductions.

>> In my uninstructed optimism, of course,

I'd hope for a simple name and address.

>> Life is never that simple, Mr. Perbride.

[laughter]

>> Indeed, it is not, Mrs. Storch. Makes

all sorts, isn't it?

>> Ah, yes. Here we are, Miss Wreckit and

Mrs. Bannister. I thought they'd both

still be on file. They fill in the forms

themselves. Of course,

>> both these forms are typewritten.

>> What? Oh, yes, of course. How silly of

me. We make copies from the originals.

So much easier when it comes to this

election of information. You understand?

And presumably the original forms, the

original ones with the samples of

handwriting on them are in due course

committed to the waste paper basket.

>> Yes.

>> I don't quite

>> No matter.

>> It doesn't take much to recognize two

very lonely people, does it, Inspector?

>> Indeed. And there's nothing quite so

saddening as the conflict between fear

and loneliness.

>> Nothing.

>> And perhaps nothing quite so dangerous.

>> Tell me, Mrs. Storch,

isn't there a real possibility of

someone exploiting an agency such as

yours? I mean, obviously these two women

are looking for trouble

>> by putting down details of their

finances, you mean?

>> That's exactly what I mean.

>> Ah, but all those things are absolutely

confidential. I never pass them on with

introductions. So what you cannot tell

me then is the identity of those clients

who made contact with Miss Wreckit and

Mrs. Bannister.

>> I'm afraid that's so.

>> But you do have a record of the list of

men from whom they might make their

choice.

>> Record?

>> Well, no. I'm afraid I have no record of

that kind. We're dealing with mutual

trust, Inspector.

>> We could be dealing with murder, Mrs.

Sta.

>> But you can't say that. Well, the

possibility then, and more important, I

would think, than a question of

professional etiquette.

>> Well, there really are no records of

these lists. But what I will do is to go

through my files and see if I can

reconstruct the one that I sent to Mrs.

Banister. I know my own system. There's

no reason why it shouldn't be pretty

nearly accurate.

>> And Mrek?

>> Oh, no. I'm afraid that's too far back.

>> Two months ago, I tidied up the files,

and a lot of the names won't be there

anymore.

>> I see. Yes, as you have guessed, I am an

old salt, though not that old, I assure

you. And of course, I was thrilled to

hear that you two have a love of the

deep.

We must have talks about that when, as

I'm bold enough to hope, we meet. Please

say we may. A word, a word, and all will

be arranged.

Yours impatiently,

412

PS.

It's Jack to my friends.

>> What else?

Well,

here Mr. P encloses the list of names

and details as requested.

3122 Kappa Joseph home farm.

>> Don't know. No.

>> 3166 Singleton William C 14 Byron Road.

>> No.

>> No.

>> 324

Plume George, Prospect House, Bee

Street.

>> You can cross him off.

>> Why?

>> He's dead.

>> Well, that does rather inhibit us.

>> How would he have ranked as a suspect

there?

>> Well, the funeral report said he was 94.

H widow of three months, an active

beekeeper and tandem enthusiast would

welcome the company of lively lady.

>> That was George. All right. A very well

preserved old gentleman.

>> 362 Rusk Leonard Henry

and lot 386 Rowley Arthur James 14

Leester Avenue.

>> Council houses.

>> Oh, he's a doubtful starter then. One

thing I've known is company directors

and conmen have one thing in common. A

fussiness over address.

>> Right, Sid?

You take these two and I'll take Oh,

he's dead. I'll take these. Now, what

are we looking for? Apart from samples

of handwriting.

>> A clever talker.

>> Yeah.

>> Who looks as if he might have a way with

women.

>> Mhm.

>> Possibly with the clergy would look

about him. Gray hair, unless he's dyed

it.

>> With the facilities for hiding or

getting rid of bodies. bodies. It's

their failure to turn up that's making

this case very complicated.

>> I am most intrigued by this secret

ambition you mention.

Are you going to tell me what it is? I

promise faithfully not to think you

silly and romantic.

In any case, aren't we all at heart?

Well, my two aren't involved.

According to the handwriting experts, we

can say goodbye to the lot of them.

>> Yeah, you my two w come men. Just

lonely, I suppose. I feel sorry for

them. Women, I mean.

>> Yeah, so do I. Very sorry.

>> Right. Oh, hello, Mrs. Staunch.

When is Mrs. Storch? She thinks she's

had a burglar. [music]

>> Yes. Anything missing?

>> They've been in here again.

I'm afraid I can't say I haven't touched

anything, Inspector. I didn't notice the

window straight away. You don't think

You don't think it could have anything

to do with that other business, do you?

>> I don't know. Possibly.

>> Excuse me. You said again, Mrs. Sta.

>> I'm sorry.

>> They've been in there again. That's what

you said.

>> It was just before Christmas. The window

was broken, the files. But I thought it

was vandalism. I didn't report it. I

should have done. I'm sorry.

>> The thing being, of course, that our man

could have been using this place as a

blind.

>> I'm sorry. Yeah, I don't see how.

>> Yes, indeed. I think I can see what the

sergeant's getting at.

>> Supposing somebody broke in, jotted down

a few names, and then just wrote to

them. No need for him to be a customer

client at all.

>> I think you're on to something, sir.

>> Well, yes, I can see that. But they'd

have to be addressed by number for

forwarding.

>> Well, he'd have the numbers, though,

wouldn't he? He'd send a letter here,

and you just forward it on. You'd hardly

know anything was wrong.

>> But what about the reply? He couldn't

come and collect it and I obviously

wouldn't forward anything that didn't

tie in with my records.

>> But

supposing he put his own address and got

the ladies to reply to him direct.

>> Right.

>> I I just can't believe that the work I

do can be subject to such abuse.

I'm so very sorry.

>> Mrs. Sta, um would you mind very much if

I have a quiet word with my sergeant

alone?

>> Oh, yes, of course. Forgive me.

You will remember what I said, won't

you, Inspector, about confidences? I

mean, they're the whole essence.

Well, if you're right, you can see what

a dismal prospect this opens up, can't

you?

Instead of a few dozen nicely docketed

names and addresses, we've got the

entire male population to choose from. I

>> mean, just a thought.

>> Yeah. And a good one. If only that it

shows me I've been going about this in

completely the wrong way.

We know nothing about this man. What he

looks like, where he lives. We don't

even know if he's registered with this

agency.

What we do know, though, is how he gets

his victims.

So instead of chasing the hunter,

>> why don't we watch the quarry instead?

Eh,

>> you mean aspa for a list of our ladies?

>> The new ones over the last month or so.

>> I'll get it then, shall I?

>> Oh, I suspect, sir, that if you do that,

we'll spend the entire day going through

the finer points of confidentiality.

>> So, um, why don't we find them

ourselves, eh?

until we meet tomorrow. Then yours even

more impatiently, Jack.

Two old age pensioners, a school cook,

maintenance money, £450 a week.

Not exactly a rich feel for criminal

exploitation, is it?

>> Amazing how they could afford the

signing off fee.

>> Last throw, I suppose.

These two are interesting though. Rose

apprentice, 58, divorcee, occupation,

stop breeding, and farm management.

Personal appearance, good seat.

Qualities required in a mate.

Strong, energetic, used to stud work,

willing to muck out, and a lover of

children. She's got five.

>> Yeah, I can't imagine he'd want to muck

out with five kids watching him if he's

still at it.

And greed being what it is, he will be.

>> Oh, this last one, Sid. Now, this last

one could be the almost perfect bait.

I'm sure I shall recognize you on

instinct. But just to make sure that

neither of us across a perfect stranger,

I suggest you have in your hand some

flower or piece of greenery.

You will spot me, I expect, by my ugly

old cortic mug. No, I'm joking. My face

is not all that fearsome. Really?

>> Flowers.

Christ.

>> You didn't mean me to miss you, did you?

>> Jack Trrellone at your service.

>> How do you do, Mr. Trillone?

>> How do you do?

>> And now, Miss 347, how am I to call you?

Three for short. [laughter]

>> Actually, introductions have never been

the happiest moments of my life. You

see, my name happens to be tea time. It

really does.

>> Tea time.

How refreshingly different. I I I like

it. I really do.

And your first name?

>> Lucy. Well, actually, it's Lucilla Edith

Caval Tea Time, but I think that's a bit

gothic.

Although Lucy will do very nicely, you

know, I'm I'm very pleased to have met

you, Lucy. It's very

>> Did you um have far to come?

>> No, no, no, not really. I say I I am so

glad it's turned out so fine, though.

Perhaps later we'd go and have a stroll

down by the river.

>> Oh, that would be lovely.

>> Yes. But first, h how about some chiao?

Chiao would be most acceptable.

>> Very nice place. I know. It's just the

other side of the station. They do an

awfully good scampy.

>> Lovely.

>> Um I don't suppose you happen to have a

paper bag or anything.

>> Can I say this? A bit of root left on.

>> Really?

>> You never know that might take.

>> I tell you what, Lucy. Let's plant it to

commemorate our our first meeting. Well,

here.

>> Just there.

>> Lovely.

>> You sure?

>> Oh,

>> so you're just staying here then, are

you? Listen.

>> Well, for the time being, it seems an

alltogether charming town from what I've

seen of it.

>> Yes. Or must make a note of the address.

>> Uh, well, actually, I've put up at the

uh White Heart Hotel.

>> Oh, jolly nice birth, too.

Uh, what about your proper home? Your

real hope now.

>> Well, I suppose I haven't one really.

The house was so big it seemed pointless

hanging on to it when father passed

away.

>> You're the only one.

>> Mommy died 6 years ago. And

>> yes, I'm the only one.

>> Anyway, with the ridiculous prices

people have prepared to pay for an

Elizabeth and Mana House in Barkshire,

it seemed stupid not to turn it to good

account.

>> You sold it then. Well, it's going

through

>> our best thing, you know, memories,

etc., etc.

>> Do you live in the country, Mr. Trone,

>> Jack? More or less. Yes. Well, as a

matter of fact, I'm a bit of a bird of

passage at the moment like yourself.

>> I see.

>> I've never wanted to settle down, to be

quite honest. I don't think it's fair on

a on a woman being tied up in port while

her husband rolls around the world. Of

course, when his sailing days are over.

>> It's different, isn't it? No. Well, if I

told you what I really wanted, you just

think I was being sentimental.

But you'd be surprised what a man thinks

about when he's rounding the bite,

keeping his eyes skinned for Bergs away

Iceland or somewhere.

Anyway, you don't want to listen to my

romantic little fantasies about carpet

slippers and good oldfashioned log

fires, that kind of thing, do you? Tell

me a bit more about yourself.

>> Not really, Lucy. It's a bit chilly

hanging about on platforms. And anyway,

I station farewells even worse than

embarcations. At least had the merit of

a whiff of good sea air about them.

has been a most enjoyable day. You've

been very kind.

>> Well, the pleasure has been all mine.

>> Until next time, then.

>> Until next time.

All stations to

bring

holy and

on sea

[sighs]

It all sounds terribly intriguing,

Inspector, but I really fail to

understand how the disappearance, sad

though it must be for all concern, of

two ladies I have never met, can have

anything to do with me, unless I'm being

particularly vague this morning.

>> Not at all. You see, Mr. Ste, one factor

is common in both cases. The women had

registered not long before their

disappearance with a matrimonial agency

here in the town. Now, I don't want to

be obtuse about this, but uh we do know

that you've registered with the same

organization.

>> That is quite true.

>> And naturally, we hope that whatever

transpired will have a happy outcome for

you. On the other hand, I do think you

should be on your guard

>> against disappearing.

And both the women who did had recently

found companionship through this agency.

Now the coincidence cannot be ignored.

We think that it was the same man in

both cases and that he was responsible

for whatever it was that happened to

them.

>> Are you suggesting that this hardworking

gentleman may now turn his attentions to

me?

>> I'm not suggesting anything. It's just

that your uh how should I put it, your

qualifications are exactly those which

would attract the attention of the man

we're looking for. For instance, you are

not without means, I believe.

>> That is so.

>> And you are a newcomer to the district

and living on your own.

>> As you can see, Mr. Perbrite.

Um, tell me, does Mrs. Storch know that

you're speaking to me?

>> No.

>> I see.

Perhaps I don't.

>> We believe that a plausible and

dangerous man is using this agency as a

means for finding his victims. Now, I'm

sorry if that sounds a trifle,

melodramatic, but it's the only

explanation we have for what's been

going on.

>> Why have you not found him then?

>> Because plausible and dangerous men are,

as a rule, very clever.

>> But someone must have seen him with

these two ladies. Surely,

>> no one who had any reason to be

observant, and the descriptions we have

of him are sketchy, to say the least.

>> So, you have no indication of his

identity, then?

Oh dear.

>> What we do have is a letter that we are

satisfied was written by him,

>> which you are hoping to match up, as it

were.

>> I don't suppose you've received any such

letter, Miss T?

I do appreciate your concern, Inspector,

but I must assure you that I am neither

gullible nor incapable.

If at any time I find that I have cause

for concern regarding my personal

safety, I shall take steps to see that I

am well protected.

>> You're obviously a woman who knows her

own mind.

>> Not only do I know it,

I depend upon it.

But you do see, don't you, that I would

be failing in my duty if I hadn't warned

you.

>> Oh, of course, Inspector, and I do

appreciate it, but I must beg you not to

worry on my account.

>> I'll try not to.

>> Good.

Come in.

Excuse me.

Now, is there anything else that I can

tell you? Are you sure that you won't

have some coffee?

>> Quite sure. Thank you.

Oh, and you um you will let me know,

won't you?

>> Oh, certainly.

>> You know that man that was just here? He

was a policeman.

>> So he was, my dear,

>> I wonder if you would tell the manager

that I would like to hire a motor car. I

imagine he'll know of a reputable firm.

>> I'm not late, am I? No, no, not at all.

No. I I came early. The I can get done

with people like bank managers, the

brighter the rest of the day looks.

>> Yes, they are a bit of a boore, aren't

they? And so dilitery these days, don't

you think so, Jack? Or is it just my

imagination?

>> Well, I shouldn't call them clippers.

Exactly. Mind you, as long as you've got

some hard cash in the hold, they'll

answer the helm quickly enough.

>> I expect you're right, as always. All I

know is that they make life difficult

for me. Everything being tied up in what

do they call them? Securities.

>> My dear Lucy, you don't understand this

banking nonsense, do you?

>> Of course. In two months, daddy's

affairs will be settled. Then I can have

what I like. In the meantime, I can only

draw up to so much. And it really

doesn't seem fair.

>> I know. I know, Lucy.

>> I get so angry, Jack.

>> Yes, I know, Lucy. But not today.

Perhaps I shouldn't say that. After all,

we've only met well, what, five times?

And yet, I already feel that I found

someone I can truly confide in, truly

rely upon.

>> Yes, I know what you mean. It's as

though

I tell you what,

how about a stroll by the river?

>> Lovely.

If I had a boat, Jack, would you help me

look after it?

>> What sort of boat did you have in mind?

>> Oh, nothing very big. I think in the

trade they call it a 40-footer.

>> That's not so small, my dear.

>> It's very nice though, Jack.

I think they call it a cabin cruiser.

Would that be it? A cabin cruiser.

>> Do you know I think that you have been

up to something.

>> Now, you're not to laugh at me.

>> I will not be laughed at. Promise.

>> Nelson's honor.

Anyway, daddy had this boat, you know,

this cabin cruiser mowed on the tents at

home, and he used to go sailing with an

old friend of his, Mr. Cambridge. Well,

after Daddy died, Mr. Cambridge asked if

he could possibly buy it. He was very

fond of it. I know. And he hadn't very

much money, you know, being retired and

everything. And so, I let him have it

for £1,000.

>> I see.

>> Oh, I know it wasn't very much money.

The bank nearly disowned me when they

found out, and Mr. Cambridge was

terribly embarrassed, but I insisted

with one proviso. His idea, not mine. If

ever he had to get rid of it, then it

was to revert. That's the word, isn't

it? Revert to me for the same money.

>> Jolly. Well, I hope so.

>> Well, anyway, last week I had a letter

from his daughter. He's in hospital,

poor man, and he's terribly worried

about that stupid promise and strictly

between ourselves. He needs the money

desperately.

So I wrote to her and I said that she

was to sell it for whatever it would

fetch. The bank said about £10,000.

Well, today I received that dear foolish

woman's reply. No. If I couldn't have

it, nobody else shall. Flat final. How

can anybody be so stubborn?

And yet,

>> oh, Jacket is such a temptation.

She's such a beautiful little ship. And

there's nothing in the world I'd love

more than

>> Do you know Lucy? I believe that you

have just let out that secret ambition

of yours.

It's true, isn't it? You want to cast

off.

>> Oh, Jack, you're so understanding.

so

masculine.

>> The answer is simple, my dear. Send Mr.

Cambridge the money is his conscience.

>> But it is not as simple as that. I I

just do not have the money.

>> Well, how long would it take? A week?

>> Oh, longer than that. More like a month.

As I told you, my financial advisers are

most fidious. They have no faith in any

process that takes less than a

fortnight. By then, it'll be too late.

You mean the old chap is dying?

Oh,

suppose suppose I were to buy the boat?

No, no, wait. I were to buy the boat,

but in your name.

>> I I don't understand.

>> In other words, let him think that you

are the buyer at the agreed price,

[music] of course, 1,000, when in fact,

I will be putting up the money.

>> Well, but I couldn't let you do that.

You don't even know these people.

I know you, Lucy, and I think that I am

a fair judge of [music] character. Oh,

>> Jack.

>> And what would you say if you saw your

little boat bearing down the river with

me at the helm? Would you be prepared to

border for better or worse?

>> You mean sailing convoy?

>> Now, I'll tell you a little secret.

Being a very confident co, I said to

myself the very first time I saw you

that

dear lady is going to be your lawful

wedding.

And last week I saw the most beautiful

cottage. Oh, it's just new where I'm

staying. And I knew I just knew. That's

the business I've been about this

morning. I've been to see the ancient.

I've been putting down the jolly old

deposit.

>> You mean

>> I mean it's ours. Oh, very soon will be

about the Lucy. She's worth um what

[clears throat]

about 10? Did you say

>> 10,000? Yes.

>> So, [clears throat]

best thing

best thing is for me to take the money

down to Mr. Cambridge or his daughter

together with a letter from you saying

that I am acting as your agent. Not

cash, of course, a check signed by you.

>> Yes, but the bank.

>> Yes, I know what you're going to say, my

dear. But bear with me. I'll give him

the money. See that the boat is seaorthy

and then bring her back to you. Should

be your property, of course.

>> No, Jack. Yours.

>> Oh, you'll never be a businesswoman at

that rate, my dear. No, the deal will be

done in your name. So, the Russy will

belong to you. We'll just look on my

thousand as a little loan that I am very

happy to make.

Now, about the bank. You were going to

say that you don't have enough readily

available at the moment to cover the

check, won't you? Now, this is what we

do.

We'll open a joint account. I'll

transfer £1,000 [music] into it, and

then you can sign a check for the bow.

There we are. old ship shape in Bristol

fashion.

>> Yes, but what about the bank? Do they

allow you to open a a joint account?

>> Of course they do, my dear. All manner

of people do. It's just just a question

of trust, that's all. And if I can't

trust you, Lucy,

>> well, I I would like to put in something

to start. I mean, I I could give you a

check, a personal check for up to £100.

Would that be any good?

>> And if that's the way you want it, we'll

go around today and put your £100 in.

And at the same time, [music] I'll set

the ball rolling to get my little

contribution transferred.

What's it? Half two. Just time to pop

around and set things moving.

Forensic report on the bridge. Speaking

at Mrs. Sta's office. Just what you'd

expect. Damn. All lots of lovely prints

though. Could be anybody from the window

cleaner to the Nammo Hydroband.

>> Bit much to hope for sexy Rexy to be on

record, I suppose, though.

>> So, nothing there and only smudges on

the letter to Mrs. Bister.

>> So much for the miracles of forensic

science.

>> Nothing from that miss. What's her name?

Miss uh tea time.

>> She wouldn't be holding out on us, would

she?

>> I don't know. I just don't know.

>> We mean at that age, one last mad

embrace, as it were,

>> must be a bit desperate. Why else go to

that agency?

>> Why did she go?

>> Having met her, I'm

>> I think he's lying low. Taking it easy,

digging in somewhere nice and quiet till

the next time.

>> If there is a next time.

>> True.

Are you sure that you have my letter

from Miss Cambridge? your letter of

introduction. Your check for £1,000. All

here safe and sound.

She'll put up my cup for the night and

then call on her in the morning.

>> Oh, Jack, are we doing the right thing?

>> Yes, of course we are, my darling. Now,

don't you worry. Soon, very soon, you'll

see our little cottage.

>> Whereabouts is it? Tell me. Please.

>> You'll see.

>> Please.

>> That's enough, my girl. You're sailing

under sealed orders.

>> Just you leave everything to the

navigator.

>> Oh, Jack yourself.

>> Yes,

I know.

>> Adam manu

capital.

>> Mercy.

You're nice and early this morning,

madam.

>> I am indeed, my dear. I have a full day

ahead of me. Not half as full, however,

as my dolly jack.

Come

on.

[clears throat]

Oh, good morning, mate.

Mr. Cambridge,

what can I do for you, brother? Do you

have a daughter, Mr. Cambridge? Sure, we

got the daughter.

>> Good morning, Miss uh Tea Time.

>> Good morning,

I understand you wish to draw £1,000

from the account you have with Mr.

Trelure.

>> That is so

>> how much do you imagine the account

contains?

>> About £1,100.

>> You seem to be under some

misapprehension, I'm afraid. Uh the

account contains only the initial

deposit of £100.

But Mr. Trlone came in especially

yesterday to pay the thousands in out of

his own account.

>> If that was his intention, I'm afraid

something must have happened to prevent

him doing so.

>> Oh dear,

how strange.

>> These things do happen, you know. I

mean, we in the bank know how busy

people are nowadays and how things

easily slip their memories. I expect Mr.

Trone will be calling in sometime today.

>> All I can say about Mr. Trelone is that

he has a pretty piss boiling way of

going about things.

Good morning.

>> You wanted me, Adam?

>> I did indeed, my dear. I'm leaving this

letter here on the desk. I'm going out

now. If I'm not back by 8:00 or if I

haven't telephoned, I want you to

deliver that personally by hand. Now,

will you be sure and do that for me?

>> Is something up, madam?

>> Not yet, my dear, but it soon might be

right up.

Ohoy there.

>> Why don't you come ashore?

>> As a preliminary to our discussion.

>> It's to be a discussion. Is it? How

nice. Will you begin or shall I?

>> Please do not be childish. As a

preliminary to our discussion, I must

ask you not to use any more jolly jackar

expressions.

I have suffered a number of courtships

in my life, but never before one that

made me seasick.

>> Something worse than seasickness to

worry about before I finish with your

woman.

>> Threats are in the interest of neither

of us. They are ill-mannered and

unbuslike.

>> How long have you known about this

place?

>> Oh, since our fourth or fifth meeting.

You'll want to know how, of course. By

the use of a railway timetable, an

ordinance survey map, and the hire of a

motorc car. You followed me here.

>> Aren't I the naughty one?

>> What do you want?

>> Compensation.

I do not feel that I've been fairly

treated.

>> So, if you will kindly make out a check,

a genuine one this time for £1,000, I

shall be much obliged.

>> You just say you got the bloody neck to

come out here and try and drag money out

of me after what's happened?

>> I do.

>> You pressy mouth. All right, chiseling

If you really feel that we have

reached the exchange of compliment

stage, I can only assure you that the

choice between spending one hour in your

company, Mr. Treloney, and being sewn

for a week into a bag of discarded boil

dressings will be by no means easy to

make.

>> I advise you not to waste any more time

trying to think up expives. You lack the

talent.

Now, if you will kindly make out that

check, a great deal of trouble can be

avoided for you in particular.

>> Trouble for me?

>> The situation is not without a certain

peony.

I have known for some time that your

intentions towards me were dishonorable.

I'm also aware of the disappearance of

two other ladies, a Miss Wreckit and a

Mrs. Banister. The police are trying to

find the man who engineered their

disappearance. In fact, you the amusing

thing is that you have not so far been

arrested because I have personally

managed to keep distance between you and

the officer who is so anxious to place

his hand on your collar.

>> So, the police know nothing about me

>> thus far? No.

>> I see.

>> Oh, dear. You are so woefully

transparent, Jackie boy.

>> Am I? You are saying to yourself, just

knock off this lady as well and then

everything will be hunky dory.

>> It does seem to me to be a good idea.

>> Fact, I'm sold on it.

>> No, no, no, no, no. Surely that

incomodious brain of yours must realize

that I would never have been fool enough

to come here without taking some

precaution.

>> What kind of precaution? It's

>> in the form of a time limit. If I am not

back by 8:00, the police of Flaxbr will

receive a package containing your

letters.

Oh, with my name and address, no doubt.

>> No, just the means of discovering them

with singularly little trouble.

>> How little?

>> Just a peep into the files of that

excellent matrimonial agency, Jack.

Dear, or should I say, Mr. 412,

you surely don't imagine my husband's

name is in the files, Miss Tea Time.

There is no 412.

I think a burglar must have lifted it.

>> And you have no idea where she went?

>> No, sir. Nowhere. Nothing.

>> Damn. No answer from Mrs. Dorch. Must be

out somewhere.

>> You do realize, Sid, don't you, that if

anything happens to that woman, it's my

fault.

Where's Donald?

>> Oh, it's Donald, is it? Well, I'm

afraid, my dear. Donald has fallen for

me in rather a big way.

Oh, don't worry, my dear. He's still

alive, if not exactly kicking.

Operator,

good evening, my dear. I wonder if you'd

be so very kind as to connect me to a

policeman.

>> I must say, they did have rather an

extraordinary tale to tell of your

involvement, Miss Time. Well, I can't

imagine what, inspector.

>> Not that I was particularly interested

in what they had to say about you, of

course.

>> No doubt you've made up your own mind as

to my capabilities.

>> Oh, I have. I have indeed.

>> Suffice to say that there's more than

one way of pinning a rat.

>> And was that your sole reason for um

>> Of course.

>> And why you didn't inform me as to the

address of the

>> Yes.

Are you staying in Flex for long, Miss

Tito? Oh, I think so, Inspector.

>> Good. [clears throat] Perhaps we shall

meet under less. Um,

>> or perhaps we shall.

>> Yeah.

Oh, one other thing. Um, did you hire a

car from the temple garage?

>> Until tomorrow. Yes.

>> Yeah. It's just that they've been on to

us. Something about next month's date on

the check you gave them.

They apparently have only just noticed

it. And Bob Temple being a bit of an old

woman, you know.

>> Oh dear, how silly of me. I shall go in

and rectify it this morning.

>> Yes, I said you would.

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