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Thank you.

Will you want a car to take you to Brighton, Miss?

No, thank you. My sister should be meeting us.

Oh, there she is.

Thank you, Mary.

Oh, you're looking wonderful. I feel it. You couldn't have timed this better.

Well, it was a bit of a rush with the plane being diverted.

Hello, John.

I'm Jane Winston, Mary's sister.

I think the flight tired him. The sooner we get back to your flat, the better.

Yes, yes, of course.

Was everything else all right? Fine.

The British consul was most helpful.

Oh, let me.

Did you get a chance to talk to Dr. Leighton before you left home? He rang

me. He promised to look in at 4 o'clock on his way from the hospital.

4? We'll have to get a move on if we're going to be in Brighton by then. Don't

blab. We've got masses of time.

British Airways announced departure of their van called Flight 331 to Paris.

For passengers, please leave the channel 7 for customs and passport control.

It's Sally.

I'm at Gatwick. The plane was diverted from London Airport.

He's just arrived with the younger sister.

How is he?

You got a good look at him? No, but it's him all right. He's still in the

wheelchair.

They're taking him to their place in Brighton.

Can you shift those for me?

Well, he has a remarkable medical history.

Yes. Has he made any progress in the six months since he left hospital?

No, not really.

His name, of course, and the name of his partner. The man he believes he killed?

Yes.

Homicidal hallucinations.

Isn't that rather unusual?

Not with most tropical fevers and severe paranesia.

And what exactly is that? A memory of events that didn't occur as related.

And is it likely to be permanent?

Not always.

It's the paralysis of the legs that puzzles me here.

Have they found this other man? What's his name? Derek Alwyn, no.

Well, is there any proof that he actually existed?

No, but it's not surprising.

Why do you say that?

Johnny's the only person who knew him, and he can't describe what he looked

like.

Johnny, what is it?

So close now.

So near.

The sea.

I never realized it was so close to the house before.

Which house? Let him talk.

I always had to climb to the top of the house to see it.

A long way off.

Not now.

Everything's changed.

Johnny, you haven't been here before. What house are you talking about?

Home, where we lived.

My father.

The roof of the world.

Mary, the roof of the world.

He's been through quite an ordeal. I know.

It was right for your uncle to send him home with you.

This is where he'll learn the truth about himself, whatever it is.

How is he?

He's asleep.

Do you know, I'm not so sure it was a good idea of Uncle Paul sending John

back with you. Why not?

Well, what do you know about him?

You find him on this date 18 months ago.

The effects of the fever and all that could just be an act.

You wouldn't say that if you'd seen what he went through.

No, maybe not.

There's so little that you can do for him.

Or is there?

I'm his nurse.

My interest is professional.

What about this other man? His business partner?

Couldn't it have been someone John dreamed up?

No. He must exist.

You don't sound very certain.

Well, good for you.

I hope you have a good night's sleep.

I hope John does.

Charlie, wake up. Wake up.

It's all right.

Dreaming. Dreaming.

Dreaming. Dreaming. Wake up. Wake up.

Derek? Charlie, it's Mary.

Everything's all right.

I saw him, Mary. Like a ghost, he was here. You were dreaming. It was a

nightmare. Here, use this.

No, it was him, I tell you.

looking the same just before I killed him. You didn't kill him. For what

reason would you have to? I don't know.

He was staring down at me.

He knew Mary. He knew I was going to... It isn't true.

It was a dream, that's all. Then where is he? What's happened to him? Why

haven't they found his body?

We must find him, Mary, we must.

We will.

I told you, I wrote to the solicitor.

I'm going to London to see them. I'm sure they'll have good news.

No, not at all, I'm afraid.

Nothing at all?

To the contrary.

We've compiled quite a background on your Mr. Cleave.

I only wish we'd gone to the police in the first place.

You beg your pardon?

He has a police record.

Fraud and theft and one charge of embezzlement. That can't be true.

Look for yourself.

As a result of the embezzlement charge, he served 15 months and was with prison.

It says here he went abroad in 1957.

Yes. Apparently he worked his passage to Cape Town.

Later the same year, he was arrested for passing dud checks.

An unnamed woman paid the money into court and secured his release.

And nothing about him after that?

A complete blank for three years, until your uncle found him 80 months ago.

And no mention of Derek Alwyn?

No.

Although I did trace one man called Alwyn, I thought, myself.

He is still alive, then.

This man?

Very much so.

This is him with his fiancée.

Did you talk to him?

Of course.

Unfortunately, the whole thing was rather abortive. He's one of Sir Harry

Osman's partners.

Stockbrokers.

That's Sir Harry's daughter in the picture with him. What did he say?

He'd never heard of you, Mr Cleve.

Was he absolutely certain?

Absolutely. There could be other men called Alvin.

Yes, I traced 43.

There's a list of them in there.

You're quite welcome to it, but I'm sure it'd be a waste of time talking to any

of them. Why did you pick this one?

Well, I checked with the authorities...

And this man was the only one on the list who was in Africa two years ago.

It was only when I talked to him I learned he'd never been to Kenya. When

did he come back?

About 18 months ago.

No, 19.

That's odd.

Why?

Just one month before Johnny was found on the estate.

I know.

But I'm quite certain there's no connection between your patient and this

Derek Alwyn.

Now that's enough of me. Better take Selina on her own now. Fine.

No, thanks. I prefer things this way. Beauty of the Beast has its limits for

them, my dear. I'm not thinking of them.

Over here, Miss Altman. I said no.

I promised myself I'd never have another photograph taken unless Derek was by my

side. That sounded more like a threat than a promise.

Just at the bottom of the stairs.

Selina's rather overdoing the possessive fiancé.

Oh, that won't worry Derek.

More power to his elbow.

If anyone can tame Selina, he's the man to do it. You're obviously sold on him.

I had good cause to.

He's done wonders for the company in the past year.

He has the devil's own luck anticipating them, huh?

It's more than luck.

It's a rare talent to put your finger on the pulse of world economics like he

can. Clifton calls it the Midas touch.

You might have picked a happier analogy than that. Not for me.

I'm eternally in his debt. That goes for Selina as well.

You make her sound more like a debenture than your daughter.

How nice to see you.

No more. That's the last. Just one more, thank God.

The bar's at your disposal, gentlemen.

I'm sure that's the reason they put on such a good show.

I assure you it is fine.

Excuse me, Mr. Alwyn.

Your call for Milan in the study. I haven't forgotten.

Business at a time like this.

Come and see how it's done.

Looking for something?

A small box I had yesterday.

Well, it's right there.

No, no, behind you.

Oh.

All I had on me when your uncle found me.

Isn't much.

Enough to give me a name.

Some Christopher with my initials on the back.

My inoculation certificate.

Oh, that's nice.

Cape Town, 1957.

Did you scratch that on it?

I suppose so. I don't remember.

Don't even remember being in Cape Town.

What, nothing at all?

Oh, a vague picture of Table Mountain.

That's the sort of thing Sato publish every year.

Sato? What's that?

South African Tourist Corporation.

They have an office in Bureau Lane in Pretoria.

John, you said something yesterday about a house where you could see the sea from

the top.

Now you remember.

Where is it?

What? Well, this house.

It does exist, doesn't it?

Right across the Downs. The sea must be five or six miles away.

It's on a hill.

The Downs?

Why do you mention that?

I don't know.

But it would have to... I mean, there's something about a house and a hill and

the Downs.

And that's all.

What? No names? No town or village?

No, just the house.

It's hopeless, isn't it?

We just have to be patient, that's all. For how long?

Look, I'll go and get a coat, and I'll take you out onto the front. It's no

good being cooped up in here all the time.

Oh, see who it is, will you, John?

All right.

Pardon, Miss Winston.

Thank you.

Packed it for you.

Oh, yes. It's a new lamp for my drawing board. I'll fix it later.

I'm just going to get you your coat. There's a cold wind blowing.

How do you mean?

I don't know.

But since my father handed your case over to me, I feel responsible.

You think Johnny's up to something.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Well, what would you say? Don't bite my head off. I'm only trying to help.

With his past record, who can say what's behind all this?

I still think you're prejudiced.

Maybe.

Johnny spent a year in hospital in Nairobi. I took care of him for six

months after that. What could he be up to?

I don't know.

I wish I did.

I still think it's a waste of time, but here you are. You may be right, but I

still want to show it to him.

Show me what?

This magazine with a photograph in it. Why?

Is this some kind of trick? Oh, no, no, Johnny. I want to help you.

There's a photograph in this magazine of a man who might be your partner. That's

nonsense. It can't be. He's dead. I still want you to look at it, please.

Is that him, Johnny? Have a good look. The man with the pretty girl.

Is that him?

Is it?

But this... It's Derek.

He's alive.

Looks as if he's done well for himself.

He has, if it's the same man, Mr. Cleve.

What? Are you sure this man was your partner 19 months ago?

You're just confusing him, asking him that.

No, we must be certain.

It looks like Derek. It could be the same man. And yet, there's something

different about him.

What is it?

What have you been doing? I'll miss the train if we don't get a move on. I'm

sorry. I just wanted to have a word with John before we left. He'll be all right.

It won't do him any harm to be left alone.

I want to rectory inquiries, please.

Did she agree to what we want to do?

Miss Winston, this is what you want, not me.

I'm merely the go-between and a very reluctant one. I'm sorry, but did she?

Well, we won't know for certain until she gets here.

But no doubt the money you're prepared to pay her will settle things.

I hope so.

What will you find in three days that you couldn't discover in a ten-minute

conversation with the man?

If there's a skeleton in Derek Orwin's cupboard, we're not going to find it by

asking him. True.

And as a secretary?

Yes.

How is your shorthand?

Not bad. That's the least of my worries.

Miss Carter is here, sir.

So sorry I'm late. I couldn't get away before.

That's quite all right. This is Miss Winston.

Hello. Won't you sit down?

I was telling Miss Winston about our conversation and the doubts you had.

I want to help, of course.

But I'll be taking a lot on trust. We realize that.

It's very much a two-way traffic.

You have to trust us. We also have to trust you.

I know.

As a matter of fact, I've already spoken to Mr. Alwyn. What did he say?

He's quite happy to let me have the time off.

As long as I can vouch for the girl taking my place.

There won't be any trouble.

So long as you show me the office routine and where everything is.

I don't want to get into any trouble. Well, you won't.

Or make any for Mr. Alwyn. That won't happen either.

Was he at all suspicious when you asked for time off?

No. I have an aunt in Cornwall.

I told him it was her 70th birthday and I just had to go down there.

Well, I think that we agreed that a hundred pounds would cover everything,

Miss Carter.

Yes.

I want you to promise that Mr. Alwyn will never know my part in this.

You have our word.

I assure you, I have far more to lose than either of you.

If this ever got out, I could be struck off.

Well, could you show me the office now?

Yes. The white one is the direct line to the stock exchange.

The red one is his own private line.

What time does he come in in the morning?

9.30. It never varies.

He likes his mail laid out in alphabetical order.

Well, what's this?

Under the whip already?

This is Miss Winston.

How are you?

If you're as efficient as Sally says, we shan't go far wrong.

Your call to Zurich is in five minutes.

I hadn't forgotten.

Oh, Miss Winston.

What's your first name?

Mary.

What's she doing here?

Sally wanted a few days off. Miss Winston's taking her place.

Oh, really?

Well, as long as that's all she tries to take, she's welcome.

Oh, a word of warning about Mr. Alwyn. Yes? Don't be taken in by everything he

says. He can charm the birds off the trees.

I shouldn't think she gives him much time for that. The boss's daughter.

She doesn't.

Oh, I was going to tell you about Sir Harry.

His office is across the hall.

Whatever you do, keep tabs on him all the time.

Derek, Mr. Alwyn always likes to know where Sir Harry is. If he ever asks,

you'd better know. I will.

Oh, drinks with von Holsteins at six.

And don't forget, they hate to be kept waiting.

And not the early ones.

I'll be back at five to collect you.

Take care of yourself.

I always do.

Oh, Sally, I want the long-term capital appreciation investment scheme I

prepared last night. Yes, Mr. Alwyn. And the index of industrial production since

April 56.

Give me five minutes. That'll be my call to Zurich.

Hello.

Hello, Derek, is that you?

I beg your pardon?

Who's this?

Derek Alwyn, the one we used to call Dairy Boy.

You appear to have the wrong number.

I was told to get in touch with you by Johnny Cleave.

I was in hospital with him in Nairobi.

Who the devil is this?

I just told you.

I'm a close friend of Johnny Cleave.

I was to send you his best wishes.

Look, I don't know who you are or what your game is, but you've got the wrong

number, and if you don't get off this line...

Hello?

What are you up to?

Oh, you frightened me. I've been waiting in the car for the past half hour.

I hid in the boardroom until everyone had gone.

Well, what are you looking for?

Something. Anything that will connect Derek Orwin with Johnny. You might help.

Would you think Orwin foolish enough to leave evidence lying around here?

I don't know that until I've looked.

What have you got there?

A letter from Selina to Derek.

Good heavens.

What's the matter?

Look at the address.

Poynting, Sussex, so what? The name of the house.

Roof of the world?

What's it all about?

That's the name Johnny remembered.

When? He was talking about a house where he could see the sea from the top floor.

The house he lived in.

Yes, but isn't Poinings in a valley?

Yeah, I've been to it.

It says near Poinings. The house could be on the top of a hill.

Uphill or downhill, this letter's addressed to Derek Alwyn. How do you

explain that? I can't, but I wonder how he would explain it.

Derek, you've had enough.

Don't you ever tire of giving me advice.

I'm over 21.

Then behave like it.

It's true what they say, Selina.

What is?

A woman in love is at the lowest level of intellect.

I wonder why you women are so anxious to prove the point.

I despise you and your drink.

I work hard, play hard, drink hard, accept the facts. It'll be easier for

both of us.

What's got into you tonight?

I've had a hard day.

Not a very successful one.

There's something else.

What could there be?

I don't know, but you were being very difficult when we met the van Holsteins

tonight. Oh, bring out your crystal ball and tell me all you see.

I am not going to be treated like this. Selina, I've had a hard day. I don't

mean to take it out on you. My nerves are all on edge.

Forgive me.

Don't leave me.

I need you.

Let it ring.

This might be important.

Hello? Hello, dearie boy.

Are you alone?

There's no one here of that name. You've got the wrong number.

Who's kidding who?

I told you, Johnny Cleave gave me your name.

Said you could put something my way, would make the whole trip home

worthwhile. I don't know what you're talking about. You've got the wrong

number, so cut out the funny business.

Easy, Derry.

You'll burst a blood vessel.

I only want what's mine.

Johnny Cleave will vouch for me.

He says, you're a legend in your own lifetime.

How about that?

Who are you?

Are you there?

Hello.

Who were you phoning?

No one important.

I didn't know you were listening.

I didn't mean to. But I came across it.

Hello, Johnny.

Take a look at these.

Where did you find these? Doesn't matter. Look at the name of the house.

Roof of the World.

Near Poinings.

Does that mean anything to you, Johnny? I don't know. Should it?

Couldn't it be the house you remembered?

You said you lived there.

I should think that most unlikely.

The address makes it obvious. That's where Alwyn used to live. I still think

we ought to go and see it. I explained on the way down. That won't work.

Why not?

Alwyn sold the house six months ago.

There won't be anything there to prove if it's the house that Johnny remembers.

There's the safe.

What? A safe in my father's room.

Let me think.

Downstairs. That would be the study, I suppose.

Behind the panelling.

What can we lose? It's only six miles or so. We can be there before ten.

Damn thing's still losing two minutes a day.

Said you met him in Nairobi?

Two years ago.

We'd no idea he'd sold the house.

September last.

You in Africa long?

Just the two years.

Can't stand the sun myself.

Brings him out in a heat rash.

Quiet, Martha.

He talked often about this house being able to see the sea from one of the top

rooms. And a pokey little room that is, too.

Crack my skull on the door every time I go in there. He mentioned something

about a hidden safe in this room.

Hidden safe?

How very odd.

He said his father had it built into the wall behind the panelling.

Rubbish. No hidden safe here.

He was spinning a yarn, I expect. You know how it is. Yes, spun us a few about

this place, too.

Can't stand the fellow.

Not our sort at all, eh, Martha?

Well, if we've told you all you want to know.

Of course.

There is just one thing.

Do you know if a John Cleve ever lived here? He was a friend of Mr. Alwyn's.

Never heard of him.

Mean anything to you, Martha?

No.

Well, there you are, then.

I'll see you off.

Good night.

Good night.

Damn draft blowing down those stairs.

What do you make of that?

Make of what?

Wait up with the times.

Here.

Those two.

Africa, indeed.

I think I'll let Mr. Orwell know about them.

And Mr., um, Harrison, wasn't it?

Hmm? Hmm. And, uh, Miss Winston?

Yes.

She'd like to know, I'm sure of that.

It's the wrong number. There's no one here called Johnny.

No one.

That's your name.

I'd recognize Johnny Cleave's voice anywhere.

Who is this?

I'm a friend of Derek Alwyn. You remember him, Johnny?

You left him to die.

Tried to murder him.

He didn't die.

He's still alive.

There's no one here called Cleave.

Don't you understand that?

Keep your temper.

Don't panic.

You're going to need all the nerve you've got.

You don't scare me at all.

Who are you?

I'll call again.

Who are you?

Where are you?

Operator? Hello?

Operator!

I was cut off in the middle of a call.

Brighton?

No.

It'll keep.

How long have you been here?

Long enough.

Who were you phoning?

No one important.

At three o'clock in the morning?

I don't want to spy on you, but I discovered this earlier and I couldn't

sleep. What is it?

It's the receipt that you signed when they delivered my lamp.

What about it?

Who are you?

Your sister told you. It's stamped all over my medical reports. May I have that

now? I don't want to argue with you. We'll only wait, Mary.

All I want to know is the truth. I don't know the truth.

People in that house said they'd never heard of me. They said they'd never

heard of John Cleve.

That's right.

Well, you signed this Derek Alwyn.

If that's your real name, what's the name of this man who's calling himself

Derek Alwyn?

Miss Winston, will you come in, please?

You did put out my post this morning.

Yes.

Including this one?

This is addressed to John Keith.

I opened it in error.

Why did you put it on my desk?

I don't remember seeing it before.

Oh, don't go.

Please, sit down.

Hello? Good morning, Mr. Alwyn.

This is Martha Bradshaw.

Good morning.

I thought you'd like to know we had some visitors last night. Two very good

friends of yours.

A couple you met in Nairobi.

A Mr.

Harrison and a Miss Winston.

I beg your pardon?

A very unusual couple. They asked about a hidden safe in the house. Wasn't that

odd? I was curious to know if there was any truth in it.

No, of course not.

Was there anything else said?

No. They drove up from Brighton on the off chance of finding you here. I didn't

know you sold the house.

I... I thought you'd just like to know they were asking after you.

I'm most grateful you called. Thank you again.

Goodbye.

Is Sir Harry in his office?

He wasn't a moment ago. I'll go and see. No, don't bother.

Miss Winston, where did you meet Sally?

In Brighton. Really?

I was working there in the hospital.

In the wards?

No, I was a secretary to the hospital almanac. How interesting. When did you

leave? A year ago.

Why was that?

Why are you asking me all these questions?

I'd like to know as much as I can about everyone who works for me. Why did you

leave? I wanted to try something new.

Nursing never appealed to you as an ultimate vocation?

No. I was a probation nurse for a while, but I don't think I had the right

temperament.

Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt you, Derek, but I want a word with you in private.

Of course.

That'll be all, Miss Winston.

What was it about?

Selina.

Do you understand how I feel about Selina?

Anything that upsets her upsets me.

What's all this about you phoning the office?

I had a brainwave in the train coming up. What about?

The house. I traced the estate agent who sold it.

I could have told you that.

Anyhow, I got the name of the local builder who's done the work on the house

for the past 20 years. I wrote it down.

Jason Hobart.

He wasn't in when I filmed, but I had quite a talk with his assistant.

Look, if you want something like this, don't want you to come to me.

I mean, don't you trust me?

Let me finish.

His assistant promised to find the plans of the structural changes on the house.

They'll be ready this evening.

Did they know anything about a hidden safe? No.

Get your coat on. What for?

I'm going to get you out of here. What on earth for? I'm perfectly safe.

Nothing can happen. I'm going to make sure that it doesn't. I'm not leaving

here not without a word.

He'd be most suspicious.

How do you know that Orwin isn't already suspicious?

Why should he be? The way you go about things, the whole town would know.

Pete, let's get out of here.

What about Sally Carter?

What about her? Won't my leaving make it most difficult for her? Don't worry

about Sally later.

So long as you understand how I feel about Selina. Of course I do. We both

feel the same. Anything that upsets her upsets me. It's only natural.

True, very true.

She's all I've got.

I'll phone her now.

Splendid. That's a ticket, you know, stitching time and all that.

Well, I'll see you at lunch.

You wrote to me regularly at least once a fortnight.

I knew you'd been ill.

When the letters stopped coming, I realized my father must be dead.

There was no one else, just your father?

Yeah.

I couldn't understand the solicitors not writing to him.

If you

suspected

Cleve was keeping the letters, why didn't you do something?

I didn't suspect him.

I was too weak from fever to care.

Johnny made the overland trip to collect supplies and the mail on his own.

That explains his knowing about the house and your father leaving you over

here.

I remember waking and seeing him standing over my bunk one night.

Go on.

He had a hypodermic in his hand.

I started to ask him what he was doing, but he just stood there.

I tried to fight him off, but I was too weak.

I jabbed the needle into my arm.

Whatever was in the hypodermic didn't kill me.

Only my legs.

In the morning, he'd gone.

The bits and pieces he'd left on me were his.

The thing's in the box.

No!

Patsy, Patsy, Patsy!

You nearly went over the top, didn't you?

You wicked girl.

You ran, Derek.

You ran!

Hello, Richard.

You look surprised.

I should have thought you'd have more sense than to come here. I waited till

your secretary went to lunch, then locked that door behind me.

Who's through there?

No one.

Now, what do you want?

I hear you were at the house with Miss Winston.

Badshaw's wife.

She couldn't wait to tell you. As an inquisitive soul, she wondered what

could be going on. Now I'm wondering.

Nothing that you need panic about. Why panic on rare occasions? This isn't one.

I'm relieved.

I'm concerned.

There's half a million at stake. I wouldn't want it to slip through my

fingers because you'd be in careless.

It's hardly likely.

I should think not.

Fifty thousand pounds is a lot to collect for keeping your mouth shut. But

people change. They get greedy. They want more.

Oh, now, be reasonable. What more could I get?

You tell me.

Look at them.

I've done everything to warn the girl off. Short of stopping her. Well, how

should I do that?

For 50,000, you should learn.

Look, but I had to go through the pretense of trying to help her. If I

hadn't, she would have gone to someone else. And she's such a busy little soul.

From the house to the estate agent, and now the builder.

Jason Hobart.

Why did you buy him off, too?

You're getting a little above yourself, Richard.

Too confident.

Always a bad sign.

What do you know about Jason Hobart?

Nothing. She phoned me this morning about him, that's all. Where does my

secretary fit into this?

No, why should she? You didn't know Miss Winston had taken her place.

How could I?

You're a mass of contradiction.

One moment you're handing glove with her, the next you know nothing.

I get uneasy about you.

Don't judge everyone by your standards.

The only ones I've got, they serve me very well.

Don't underestimate them.

I want the Brighton address.

I don't have to remind you about the letter I've put in the bank.

If anything should happen to me... That letter goes to the police.

Try to upset my plans. It'll take more than a letter to save you.

How's the patient?

His memory is still not completely returned.

He's not sure of anything. How sad.

He still has to use the wheelchair.

Convenient, but sad.

We must keep it that way.

And keep the girl away from Hobart.

I don't want to hurt her, but if she gets in my way, I shall have no choice.

He's gone.

Richard, I... I... Richard, I'm scared.

You must go to the police.

Why should I?

Darling, I'm thinking of us.

And I'm only thinking of myself. Is that what you mean?

No, darling, no.

He's after Derek, but it won't stop there.

We know too much.

The more we know, the safer we are.

That isn't true.

Look, when he marries Selene, he'll have his hands on half a million, maybe more.

Fifty thousand of that is ours.

He'll kill you first.

He daren't.

My insurance is the letter at the bank.

You only know better than he is, Richard.

Look, I've gone too far to cry off now.

So it's blackmail.

But that doesn't change me all the way, I feel.

Doesn't it?

Look, I didn't arrange this, Sally.

Look, if Mary Winston hadn't written to me, I wouldn't have been involved.

I could sit behind that desk for the rest of my life before I get another

opportunity like this.

What kind of a chance is it?

It's £50,000, Eddie.

£50,000.

Hello?

Hello, Richard.

It's Mary Winston.

I've just phoned Hobart. He's found the plans. I'm on my way there now.

Where are you phoning from?

I can't say any more. Here's my bus.

Mary, don't be so... Mary!

Stupid girl, I've got to stop her. I'm coming with you. No, you stay here.

I'm coming with you, like it or not. I said no!

I don't want any harm to come to you.

Wait for me at the flat. This is something I've got to do.

Can you tell me where Jason Hobart, the builder, is? Aye, just around the

corner. Thank you.

Mr. Hobart?

Mr. Hobart?

Hobart? I think so.

You couldn't leave well alone.

Let's get out of here. We've got to call the police. Not from here. We can't get

involved. We can't run away. Oh, come along. I'm staying here. Leave me alone.

Shut up. Come along.

I'm telling me who he was, miss. He wasn't trying to... Please, miss, just

his name.

Richard Harrison.

But he had nothing to do with it. Really? Is that why he made off in the

car? What's your name?

Winston. Mary Winston.

Please, it's important I phone my sister.

All in good time, miss. But you don't understand... If you'll keep quiet,

we'll get on all that much faster.

Shot in the back, sir. In the very close quarters. Any sign of the gun? No, sir.

Ted. Sir? When did you last see him alive?

On dinner time. Been working at Dawson's. Came back about ten minutes

ago. Found the whole place like this. Safe, broken open and everything.

There was no sign of Jake. Mr. Hobart. Well, I nipped straight out. And found

the constable? Yes.

The young lady and this other chap. They come running out as we were coming back.

The girl says Hobart was expecting her, sir.

Martha! Hello?

Martha!

What's happened?

There was a man in here.

Look.

He's made a mess of this.

Phone the police.

I'll pour you a brandy.

You must phone them, Lewis.

All right.

Did you get a look at him?

No, it all happened so quickly. He grabbed me as I came in.

That couple who were here last night are behind all this. You'll see. Shouldn't

be surprised.

Get that down you.

Don't gulp it.

What the devil could he have been looking for?

Phone the police, Lewis.

All right, all right.

I'd like to know what he was after.

You tell me Mr. Hobart was expecting you. Yes, he was going to get some

drawings for me.

Drawings of what?

Plans of the Ormond house.

The one on the hill?

The place the Bradshaws bought six months ago? Yes.

Why were you so interested in that?

The house belonged to Mr. Orwin. His son is staying with my sister and me.

It's very important. I phone her, please.

Excuse me, sir. Yes?

Central just had a call from Mr. Bradshaw.

Someone's broken into his house and attacked his wife.

All right.

You'd better come along with us.

I can't think why Mary hasn't phoned. She should have been to the house by...

What is it?

What? Were you listening for something?

No. Should I have been?

Cards.

That's what those telephone calls were about, wasn't it?

Now what are you talking about?

You can't go after him.

So you're trying to make him come after you.

There's your call from Mary now.

What's the trouble?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be done right away.

What now?

The head porter.

My car's blocking the drive.

Just when I've got a good hand.

Oh, I'll be back as soon as I can.

Come back quick.

Force alarm.

Not this time.

Hello, Johnny.

How have you been?

Ever better.

You don't seem surprised.

I was hoping you'd call.

You took longer than I thought.

Sorry if I kept you in suspense. I got here as soon as I could.

Very considerate for a busy man.

I find time for everything.

Always on the go.

The restless spirit, huh?

I suppose so.

Your phone calls had me foxed for a while.

You never let up.

A leap out of your book.

I wanted to see you. I knew if I kept after you long enough, you'd finally get

to me.

Finally?

I never expected to see this again.

Better take it back.

I never needed it.

You always were patient.

I like to get things done quickly.

So I remember.

This is one game that won't work out for you.

Can't win them all.

I can.

You lost this game when you left me to die, Johnny.

You should have finished me off.

Made certain.

The sentiment got the better of me.

When you went down with fever and the letter arrived saying your father was

dead, I saw a negotiable situation and took it.

Leaving me your name and all that went with it. You make me sound like the

devil's advocate.

Our interests are parallel.

I'm here to prove it.

I've made a small fortune from the money your father left.

Next month I'm marrying into half a million.

The gold at the end of the rainbow.

Half of it can be yours.

A quarter of a million.

I owe you that.

You're pathologically afraid of the truth, Johnny.

You'll twist its tail to suit yourself.

I'm not twisting it now.

No? No.

I believe there's a safe in the house.

Is there?

These are the plans.

I don't know what's in it, but I'm not prepared to gamble on it. It's being

empty. So?

Before we go there and find out, we make a deal.

What kind of deal?

A quarter of a million.

Leave our names as they are.

And the documents in the safe? Oh, we burn them.

What do you say?

All right.

But you were wrong about one thing.

What's that?

This game.

It worked out for me.

Dreadful for you, being tied to a wheelchair.

Would you ever be able to walk again?

The doctor says so, in time.

You tell me so much about your father, the house. It was just by chance that I

found out about the safe. Was that important?

Well, if there was anything there to identify, you would make all the

difference between success and failure.

That's my go-to. Hi. Business together again?

I'll just bring you the lift.

One thing.

Tell me.

How did you manage to trace me?

Well, you told me you were marrying into half a million.

That was bound to attract publicity, and after all, you're not exactly the

retiring type.

With a quarter of a million each, we might both become retiring types.

I'm so scared.

I thought he... I thought he killed you. He tried.

He tried once before.

But, Johnny, he might try... No.

No, he won't try again.

And the name's Derek, remember?