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Thank you.

It's all right. It's gone past.

Here, it started snowing again. Get back to the window.

All right, all right. I know what to do.

Well, how much longer?

Wait. Wait? We've been waiting all night.

That's where you're wrong, my dear Jumbo.

You have been waiting all night.

I have been working all night.

We should all have been home in bed by now.

Yes, I'm supposed to be breakfasting with my girlfriend in Paris.

She'll never believe I've been on the night shift.

My wife probably thinks I'm in jail already. That is your own fault, Jumbo.

You should carry out a proper reconnaissance before setting up a job.

You told me the safe was in the library, but you did not tell me it was behind a

secret section of shelving which has taken me the whole night to locate.

Close the door.

Look, Victor, what do you expect?

Everything handed to you on a plate?

You're getting a big enough cut, aren't you? You've got nothing to complain

about. I'm being very modest.

I'm taking merely a few stamps.

Your boys are taking the jewelry.

A few stamps?

It's one of the most valuable stamp collections in the world.

The jewelry is not exactly peanuts, my friend.

Yeah, well, I'll believe that when I see it.

Anyone would think you were doing us a favor. Why don't you two cut it out?

Gary's right. The worst fallout in the world is when thieves fall out. Yeah,

well, all I want to see fall out is the door of that safe.

We're ready.

Wait, there's a car coming.

The getaway car, I hope.

It don't sound like Sammy's car Sam has been around the block so many times. He

must be dizzy It's all right. He's gone past now Okay

What

about the law he must be out a mile

away by now here we go Ready

Thank you.

Now the weather's clear, the pilot says we can take off.

I just have to clear customs and then I'm going.

What are they going to say about what you got in there?

Oh, this case is designed to hide its secrets.

Well, thanks, I mean, it was a wonderful piece of driving.

It was a pleasure.

You know something?

I could use a driver like you.

Why not come to Paris?

No, thanks, I never get used to driving on the wrong side of the road.

Well, if you ever change your mind, you just let me know, eh?

You're too smart to waste your time with Jumbo. You didn't exactly waste your

time, did you?

A few stamps for a night's work.

Anyway, I mean, if she's going, this charter plane of mine must be getting

cold waiting here all night. This car must be getting pretty hot. I'd better

dump it somewhere.

Au revoir.

Bye.

Hello. Hello, Mrs. Johnson.

It's Sammy here.

Is Jumbo back yet?

No, he's not.

He's in hospital, badly hurt.

There's been an accident.

Accident? What sort of an accident?

Look, Sammy, I can't talk now. The police are outside waiting to take me to

the hospital.

You'd better ring back later.

All right, Sergeant.

I want to have a word with him. Right, sir.

Hi, Johnson.

How you feeling?

Rough.

Pretty rough.

My wife come in.

We sent a car for her.

Thanks.

Funny.

What's funny about it, Jumbo?

Me thinking a cop for something.

We're all human.

Yeah.

Some are more human than others, eh?

Want to know something?

That's my business.

Lots of things I'd like to know.

Bet you'd like to know where the rest of the jewels are.

And the stamp collectors.

Well?

You look a bloke, so I tell you.

victor's gone french victor yeah he's

selling the stuff in paris right now

Who is she?

Suzanne, just what is on your mind?

When you went out last night, you said that you were just popping out for a few

stamps. That's perfectly true.

Did you have to queue for the stamps?

No, why?

You didn't come home all night.

I had to go rather a long way for them.

Post office is just around the corner.

For these stamps, I had to go to London.

Victor, as a lover, you have no equal.

But as a liar, you are loaded.

I didn't come here to read newspapers.

Read, it will improve your temper, if not your mind.

Oh!

Now, what is it I am to read that would be so improving?

The news from London might prove educational.

200,000 pounds safe robbery in London.

What about it?

Listen.

The London home of the late Lady Cumberland, the rich recluse who died

last week, was raided by a gang last night. Lady Cumberland's jewelry worth

an estimated hundred thousand pounds was stolen from the safe as well as the late

Lord Cumberland's famous stamp collection.

Both the jewelry and the stamps were to be auctioned next month by order of the

trustees. A Western stamp dealer said today dealers from all over the world

were to attend the sale and I estimate that the stamp collection would have

realized at least as much as the jewelry.

So... That is what you meant by popping out to get a few stamps.

Yes, Cherie, that is exactly what I meant.

Victor, we are rich.

No, Cherie, we are not rich. I am rich.

We are through, remember?

Victor.

Darling.

There, you look, a million dollars.

In fact, according to this.

You are a million dollars.

Yes, that newspaper's got the wrong end of the stick.

It was only the stamps I took as my card.

Ernest Edward Johnson, known to the London underworld as Jumbo, died in

hospital after falling from the roof of the house.

Another man, Patrick Garrity, is in custody.

A third member of the gang is believed to have escaped to the continent with

the bulk of the proceeds of the robbery.

Somebody must have informed on you. Yes, and that means I must make myself

scarce.

But what puzzles me is what's happened to the rest of the stuff, the jewelry.

Last time I saw Jumbo, he had it in a dispatch case.

You can't trust anybody these days.

Not even you, Suzanne?

What do you think?

I think that I love you very much.

Victor, forgive me for doubting you.

I love you so much, I can't think straight.

I would kill anyone who came between us. Oh, nobody ever will, my darling.

But you know...

Jumble must have known that he was going to be caught.

So he must have put the jewellery somewhere on the spur of the moment,

hoping to collect it again when he'd missed his time.

Yes, but I mustn't waste my time when every gendarme in Paris must be looking

for me.

Come, let's go.

Burgess and company.

Oh, hello, Mary.

Oh,

no, I'm all right. A bit fed up, that's all.

Listen, what happened when you left the club last night?

Oh,

I'll call you back, Mary.

Can I help you, madam?

Yes, I want to buy a house.

A house?

This is an estate agent's, isn't it? Oh, of course.

I'll just ask Mr. Burgess what we've got on the books. Oh, that's all right. I

know the house I want.

Oh, well, I'll inquire if Mr. Burgess is free to see you.

What's your name, madam?

Jackson. Mrs. Jackson.

Jack.

Jack. Vera.

What do you think's going to win the 330 race?

Hotspot or Annie Lurie? I fancy Annie Lurie myself.

Listen, there's a woman out there who says she wants to buy a house.

Well, I'll wait for her. Show her in.

Don't you ever say please?

Will you come in, Mrs. Jackson?

Good day, madam.

Come, won't you sit down?

Thank you.

So, you're interested in purchasing a house, Mrs. Jackson?

What type of property had you in mind?

11 Eaton Street West.

Very nice.

Expensive, of course.

Part of the Cumberland estate, handled by Parker, Stott and Cracknell. We do a

lot of business together.

Vera, will you please ring Parker, Stott and Cracknell and tell them we have a

client interested in purchasing 11 Eaton Street West.

Just a minute.

When would you like to view the property, Mrs. Jackson? Today?

No, definitely not today.

I'm too busy.

Tomorrow? Will you please ask them, may our client view the property sometime

tomorrow?

And thank you.

Well... I was wondering if perhaps you could pick up the keys for me sometime

today, as I'd like to see the place first thing tomorrow morning, round

about nine o'clock.

You know what some of these West End firms are. They don't open till round

about 9.30 or even 10.

Well, that might be just a little difficult, Mrs. Jackson.

You see, the acting agents, in this case, Parker, Stott and... Cracknell

usually like to be present when a prospective client views property in the

interests of the purchaser just as much as in the honours of the property.

However, we'll see what can be done.

Do you often deal in property, Mrs. Jackson?

I dabble in it from time to time.

Yes? Tell the lady that nobody can view 11 Eaton Street West just yet as the

police are in possession.

That's a pity.

What's a pity?

Some delay about getting a permit to view.

However, not to worry.

I'll ring the senior partner myself later today.

If you'll just give me your telephone number. I'll phone you.

As you wish.

I can't understand some of these firms.

Always putting obstacles in the way of people who want to do business.

It's these old established firms, Mrs. Jackson. They just will not adopt up-to

-date methods.

Now, not to worry, Mrs. Jackson.

I won't let the matter drop.

I hope not. Leave it to me. I'll stir these old fogies up.

Good day.

Now, what's all this about the police being in possession and don't I read the

newspapers?

Well, what do you know?

I would have thought the question is, what don't you know? What do you mean?

About Mrs. Jackson.

Well, she's just a prospective client.

What would she want with a house like that?

I don't give a damn. So long as she's got the money, she pays me my

commission.

Now look, this just might be the chance I've been looking for.

Get me Parker's thought and crackle.

Yes, my lord.

Mrs. Johnson. What are you doing here? I had to come and see you.

So you found your own way in. I couldn't very well hang around outside, could I?

Sorry about jumbo Wasn't your fault Sammy And I get you drink

yes, I need one Did you

manage to get there before yeah

I

Can't very well say Cheers

Yeah, I know. It's tough.

It's going to be tougher.

I shall have to sell this place.

Bad as that, is it?

Bad as that.

Jumbo never saved a penny.

Always dreaming of the big job.

When he finds the big job, he has to go and fall off a roof.

On a French he gets away with a lot.

He didn't, you know.

Hey, what do you mean?

There's some villainy going on somewhere and I don't get it.

All this scream in the papers about the stuff being sold on the continent isn't

true. I drove the Frenchman to his plane, and all he had was the stamps.

That was the arrangement.

The rest is still in this country.

So what can we do about it?

Find it.

Easier said than done.

That jewelry can't be far away from that house on Eaton Street West.

How'd you figure that out?

When Jumbo came running out of the house, he had the stuff under his arm.

Then he turned and ran back in the house, didn't he? Right?

I don't know. I wasn't there.

All I know is he's dead.

Look, I know it's tough on you, Mrs. Johnson, but you've got to be practical.

See, I mean, that's the way Jumbo'd want it. That stuff is stashed away

somewhere, probably in some obvious place where no one would dream of, and

you're entitled to your share.

Look, the job came unstuck, and that's that.

No good crying over spilt diamonds. Yeah, I know, but you... If you find

them, Sammy, good luck to you.

Just remember me, will you?

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to rest. Let me get you another drink. No,

Sammy, drink's no answer.

I just have to sort it out the best way I can.

I'll see you out.

Goodbye, Sammy.

Mrs. Johnson, was Jumbo conscious when you saw him?

Only just. Why?

Did he say anything?

Sammy, he was a dying man.

He was too weak to talk.

Not a word.

Not a word.

I'd better be going, I suppose.

Sorry if I upset you.

Good evening, madame.

Would madame object if I join her table?

Would madame allow me to buy her a drink?

I do not allow policemen to buy me drinks.

You have England on your mind, madame?

No, inspector.

I have not England in my mind.

What's on yours?

Victor. You are welcome to him, the rat.

Is that why you wait for him all evening?

I am not waiting for Victor.

I am not interested in him anymore.

We have quarreled. Madame, now you really do insult me.

You insult my intelligence.

A beautiful woman does not quarrel with a lover when he is in the big money.

Is really Victor in the big money?

Very big money, madame.

So, now I understand why he makes a quarrel. He has taken somebody else to

San... San where, madame?

San Moritz? San Marco?

San Sebastian?

Some nowhere.

Good night.

Good night, madam.

Who are you?

Friend of Victor's.

How do I know that?

My name's Sammy. I drove him to the airport.

Victor did mention something about a driver.

We can't stand talking here. You'd better come up.

Very nice.

Now, what is it you want?

I want to see Victor, urgent.

Victor's not here.

That's awkward. I want to see him.

What can I do about it?

How did you find me?

Never mind about that.

Veteran Soho said I could contact him through you.

Victor is not in Paris.

Look, I know Victor's in Paris.

Victor was in Paris this morning, but he had to, how do you say, make himself

scarce.

Who is it?

All right, come up.

Police, now you'd better make yourself scarce.

You wait here.

Good evening again, madam.

It was nice of you to see me home.

Did you wish to come in and satisfy yourself that Victor is not here? No,

madame, no.

I would not embarrass you.

Or myself.

It just occurred to me that you might also like to be in the big money.

How big?

A London insurance company is offering 20,000 pounds for information leading to

the recovery of the property.

Would you have reason to believe Victor's thoughts?

I couldn't be an informant because I have no information.

You know, madame, you did not fully with that deliberate slip of the tongue you

made about Victor being sent wherever it was.

Maybe it was San Francisco. I forget.

All I can tell you is that Victor is not in France.

Once again, good night, madame.

That all you called to see me about?

I nearly forgot.

My memory is getting as bad as yours.

You dropped this, I believe.

Oh, thank you a million times. Once is enough. An expensive shoe and so new.

Most kind of you.

Our job is to return property to the rightful owners.

Good night, madame.

Night.

All right, he's gone.

What was all that about?

The detective brought my shoe back.

Wasn't that sweet of him?

Yes, your police are wonderful.

I'd better check up with the shop tomorrow morning to find out how many

pairs I bought.

After that, I need a drink.

Me too.

Wait till you're asked.

Ask me then.

Okay, you are asked.

What will it be?

Whiskey? Fine, yeah.

A drink for the road, as you say.

Because you are leaving immediately afterwards.

Well, I'd better make it a long one then, hadn't I?

Santé.

Nice.

Quite nice.

Now.

What's all this about?

A little matter of a hundred thousand, Nico.

Pounds. Everybody talks telephone numbers. Who's everybody?

Never mind.

The papers are doing a big scream about selling the Cumberland jewels on the

continent. That is not true. Oh, I know it's not true. Did Victor tell you that?

Never mind who told me.

What's all this got to do with Victor?

I did him a favor. I reckon he owes me one.

What are you doing?

Putting on the black? I'm not trying to blackmail anybody.

I just need Victor's help. That's all. He was so grateful. He even invited me

to come with him.

Then why did you not do so?

Simple. Because I didn't know then what I know now.

And what is that?

That the Cumberland Jewels is still somewhere in that house.

Marvelous. Then why do you not go in and help yourself to them?

Because I need Victor's help.

No, my friend, no, it's impossible.

Victor never works for the same organization twice.

He's a lone wolf.

He says thieves always fall out eventually, and then... Look!

Victor did very nicely out of that. Me?

Nothing. Not even a top on his stamp. Not a light.

You can't blame Victor for the fact that you got nothing.

But Victor can thank me for his getaway.

You want a few pounds?

All right, it could be arranged.

You drove him to the airfield.

How much a mile do you charge?

Don't you upset me.

You'd better go.

All right.

I'll go.

Right round to the nearest police station, wherever that is.

The nearest is in the Patsy district.

Any taxi will take you.

Shall I ring for one? Yes, do that. Get me a cab. Because if I can't get the

stuff myself, the maids will have the 20,000 pounds from the insurance company

for information received.

And then where will Victor be?

All right, Sammy.

I'll get you a taxi.

But I'll get you another drink first.

Take your coat off.

Relax.

You are being a very silly boy, Sammy.

Burgess and Company.

This is Mrs. Jackson.

Will you please ask Mr. Burgess just what he's doing about that house in

Eaton Street West?

I want to buy it. Do you understand?

Buy it. And if he's not interested, I'll approach another agent. Mr. Burgess is

doing his best, madam, but the agents will not issue any permits to view until

the repairs have been carried out in the basement.

Is this just an excuse?

No, Mrs. Jackson, it is not an excuse.

How's my lovely?

Happy birthday.

You've gone out to lunch already.

Is that a disinterested question or a reprimand? Well... I've just come in, if

you want to know. I've been collecting the rents from Burton Street.

Oh, ten pounds of them.

If I'm time conscious, you can only blame your own beautiful birthday

present. Thank you, darling.

That's not a birthday present, Jack. It's a going away present.

I'm not going away. No, but I am.

I'm leaving, Jack. I can't stand this place anymore.

Honey, all I need is just one big break.

I'm tired of your big talk, Jack.

Look, you're small time trying to be big time. You'll never make it.

I don't understand you.

You buy me a watch that must have cost you all of a month's salary. A month's

salary I haven't had. Be patient, Vera.

I've been patient for the last ten years.

Be patient a bit longer.

Oh, your friend Mrs. Jackson phoned again.

She's threatening to approach another agent.

Beats me why she doesn't approach Parker, Stott and Cracknell herself.

She's got to think about old established firms.

Don't you see? She's the chance I've been waiting for. If I can get my hands

on that Eaton Street property, the sky's the limit.

They buried a man today who thought he'd made a fortune out of that house.

What's that?

Detectives mingled with gangsters and other underworld characters in a London

cemetery today at the funeral of Ernest Edward Johnson.

Johnson fell to his death from the roof of a house in Eaton Street West on the

morning after the £200,000 robbery.

Burgess and Company.

Yes.

Oh, certainly.

For you. Parker stopped in Crackmore.

Burgess speaking.

Good. I'll be right over. Thank you for calling.

We're in business, love. We're in business.

I'm going to collect the permit to view and the keys this afternoon.

Please ring, Mrs.

Jackson. Please ring.

Look at that photograph of the funeral.

What about it? That woman, don't you recognize her?

That's your Mrs. Jackson.

Newspaper photographs can be very deceiving. Not nearly as deceiving as

Mrs. Jackson. The caption describes her as Mrs. Johnson.

This is something new.

Thieves trying to buy the house they've robbed.

And they're the proceeds of the robbery, no doubt.

Well, it can't be for sentimental reasons.

You'd better watch your step, Jack.

Yeah.

See you later.

Good afternoon, Harvest Garden Practical.

Oh, yes, madam.

Oh, yes, I have it here.

I want to keep you a moment, sir.

Yes, here it is, madam.

The premium is 5,000 pounds.

That's including the curtains.

Oh, yes, I see, madam.

Yes, very well. I'll tell Mr. Cracknell.

Thank you. Good afternoon.

Yes, sir? Good afternoon. My name is Burgess.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, I have some keys and a permit to view.

Thank you.

Oh, I don't... Let's just see if Mr. Cracknell would like to see you. Oh,

don't bother him.

Oh, Mr.

Cracknell, this is Mr. Burgess.

How do you do, sir?

You have a client interested in Eaton Street West?

More than interested, Mr. Cracknell. She's determined to buy the property.

Ah, a lady, is it?

Well, when a lady sets her heart on something, she usually gets it.

I must apologize for the delay in getting the keys for you. We've had the

builders in. That wretched burglary. Yes, yes, I read about that. Yes, it was

very distressing.

We did tell the trustees that there should have been a caretaker on the

premises, but they thought that the burglary alarm was sufficient

protection. One cannot take sufficient precautions nowadays, Mr. Cracknell.

But with these ruthless gangs, I doubt whether a caretaker would have deterred

them. All right, you are. Indeed.

Indeed.

Yes. Well, you will let us have those keys back as soon as possible.

We've only three sets and we've had a number of inquiries. Of course.

Good day to you.

Burgess and company.

This is Mrs. Jackson again. For the last time, is Mr. Burgess doing anything

about that house?

He certainly is, Mrs. Jackson.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Burgess has just gone round to Parker's Thought and

Cracknell's to collect the key.

He'll be back later if you care to ring.

Where have you been? I don't mind.

Who was the name of that Dutchman we found the office for last year? That

friend of Bob Richards. What Richards? That phony. I thought you'd finished

with him. Never mind Bob Richards. What was the Dutchman's name? Well, van der

something. I probably put it in the book. Well, look it up.

His office is in Attengarden.

Oh, okay.

What are you planning to do now?

Go into the diamond business?

No.

No.

No such luck.

It's simply that I...

my old friend, and he wants to buy an engagement ring for his girlfriend.

Cheap. So I thought the Dutchman.

Ah, here we are.

Henrik Vandemer.

218 Hatton Gardens.

Telephone number Terminus 0741.

Oh, I wish you'd keep your mind on business.

Parker's thought and Cracknell phoned again, and Mrs. Jackson hasn't stopped

ringing all afternoon.

We can give her the brush off.

I'm going to buy that house for myself.

Or at least you are.

I've got news for you. My bank account stands at £1.15.

We'll soon remedy that. And where's the money coming from? Never mind about

that. No, I'll tell you later.

Now listen, I've got to go to Parker, Stockton, Cracknell to draw up the

documents for that house in your name.

I've got to hurry or they're going to be closed.

Oh, where's your watch?

That's funny.

I wonder where I... Oh, what is it?

Oh, don't tell me you've lost it.

Oh.

I must have left it in the washroom.

At the club.

Well, I hope nobody walks off with it.

Still, if they hand it in, they'll know it's yours.

How do you mean?

Well, you're a bright one. Didn't you notice? I had your name inscribed on the

back of it.

Burgess.

Are you all right, Mr. Burgess?

Mr. Cracknell.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid you startled me.

I was examining this fireplace.

I see.

Well, to tell you the truth, you rather startled me.

Since the house keys were not returned to me today, I thought I'd drop in on my

way home and see if everything was locked up satisfactorily.

I had no idea that you would steal me her.

My client is a very fussy person, Mr. Cracknell.

Although she's given me full authority to buy the house, I must protect myself

by making sure it's in good condition.

However, after a very careful survey, I'm prepared to say, name your price,

within reason, of course, and the check is yours.

I've never known people in such a hurry to buy a property before.

That's the way I do business, Mr. Cracknell.

Well, you're not the only one.

Less than an hour after you called, a gentleman came in and made a very

handsome offer for the property, without even inspecting it, and backed up the

offer with a very substantial deposit.

I'll give you a thousand over and above his offer.

I'm sorry, Mr. Burchess. I've already accepted his cheque.

What's his name? I'll give him a quick profit. I'm afraid I can't tell you

that. But if you like, I'll ask him to ring you when I see him next.

When will that be?

Well, who can tell?

Probably not until the documents are ready for signing.

Didn't you see him today?

How should I see him?

Well, having deposited the cheque, the purchaser said he thought he might as

well have a look at the property. So he took a set of keys and off he went.

Ah, I've been here all day. I haven't seen anyone.

Look, supposing this chap doesn't turn up? I mean, supposing his cheque's no

good? Well, that's hardly likely, but if that happens, then you'll be the first

on the list.

But this is not good enough, Mr. Cracknell. I was first. And in this

business, it's first come, first served. On the country, Badgers, you should know

very well that in this business, it's very often last come, first served.

Well, my money's as good as anybody else's.

Your money, Mr. Badgers?

Yes, my money, on behalf of my client.

In good faith, I've promised to get her this house.

I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do.

I'm prepared, however, to give your name and telephone number to the purchaser

when he comes in again.

When he comes in again.

Mr. Patches?

Yes? Let me have those keys, please.

Here's your damn keys.

I'm sorry. There's been a few snags Look

I'm

expecting rather an urgent phone call I

see I see

Will you get off the line?

Hello? Vandermeer here. Vandermeer?

You want to speak to me? I thought you'd forgotten me.

I've only just got back. It's been three hours.

Yeah, I realize that.

A matter like this needs very careful consideration.

What's your offer?

I'm prepared to give you 25,000 pounds.

Cash. 25,000?

You can take it or leave it.

Yeah, yeah, that's okay. That'll be fine.

Only one condition, though.

What's that? We close the deal tomorrow.

All right.

Yeah, well, I'll come along to your office. No.

Silly of me All right, I'll meet you there 11 a.m.

Tomorrow Goodbye

So

there

you are what do you want?

I can tell when I'm not wanted.

No, wait, Vera.

No, please.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I didn't expect to see you.

When I got back, the office was locked up, and I thought you'd gone home.

You're right.

I did go home. I set my hair, had a bath, dressed with loving care, and

waited. Waited? For you.

If I remember rightly, your exact words were, tonight I'll give you an evening

you'll never forget.

My birthday party.

He remembers.

Happy birthday.

I was on my way to the club to look for you and I saw the lights on. I couldn't

believe you'd still be here.

I'm sorry. Something happened to delight me.

Mrs. Jackson?

What? She called again just when I was leaving. Demanded to speak to you.

I said you'd be back later and to keep on ringing.

Did she get you?

No. I mean, yes.

Forget her.

Forget her.

Jack, is anything wrong?

I don't know how to tell you.

I can't find that watch anyway.

Oh, wasn't it at the club? Club?

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, don't worry.

It'll turn up.

Vera, I'm just as sick of this office as you are. Let's go away for a holiday, a

long holiday.

Holiday? Yeah, let's go round the world. What do you say, honey? Oh, it's a

wonderful idea. There's nothing I'd like more, but we can't afford it. Money? Oh,

forget it. I'm going to get a ton of it.

Jack, how?

One doesn't get rich overnight.

Yeah, it happens every few weeks in the city nowadays.

See, some time ago I took a gamble in some shares, now it's skyrocketing. All

I've got to do tomorrow is sell them and we'll be rolling in money.

Jack, is everything all right?

Of course.

No.

Don't ask.

Probably Mrs. Jackson again.

Oh, hello, Vivienne. What brings you here? Come on in. Hello, Kitty.

Look, I know you've got troubles of your own love, but I'm worried about Sammy.

I haven't seen him for days. No phone call, no nothing.

I've been wondering what's happened. I didn't see him at the funeral.

I don't see as how I can go to the police either.

Silly asking them to find him. He spent half his life on the run from them.

Well, I haven't seen him since the day after that job came unstuck.

Have you tried Aries?

No. He's probably there. Give him a ring. Oh, thanks, love. I never thought

of Harry's.

I'll get you a drink. And don't worry, he's been adrift before, hasn't he?

Yeah, I know, but he's always phoned or something.

Hello, Harry?

Is Sammy there?

It's Vivian.

Are you sure?

It's all ours, darling.

I love to see the look on old Cracknell's face. How did you pull it

off? Well, after I sold the shares, I went straight over Cracknell's head,

see? I got onto the board of trustees and I told them that as the man who'd

paid the deposit hadn't been seen since, he'd felt it complete.

Consequently, the property was automatically in the market again.

I was waiting with an open check, so they forced Cracknell to reopen

negotiations. What are you going to do with it? Are you going to convert it

into flats?

This is our town residence, darling.

Town residence?

It's a bit gloomy, isn't it?

But we'll have fun re-planning it.

Well, the first thing to do is to get this fireplace unbricked and get a fire

going. Oh, it's so cold in here.

No. I said no.

Central Eaton, darling.

That's the thing.

We'll leave the fireplaces just as they are.

You're the boss.

Isn't it a bit large for the two of us? Not at all. You'll get used to it. I

wouldn't bank on it.

I bought this place to live in and that's just what I'm gonna do.

That looks like Cracknell.

And Mrs.

Jackson.

She's a real trier, that one.

She's too late, though.

Who are those men getting out of the other car?

What does he think he's doing showing a party around? He knows the place is

sold.

Good morning, Mr. Burgess. Hi, Mr. Pollard. This is my house, and I don't

recall issuing invitations to a housewarming.

Who are these people?

So, you bought the place, did you?

All right, Mrs. Johnson.

Mr. Burgess, I'm Detective Inspector Boland.

I see.

Well, perhaps you can explain this invasion.

I was about to do so.

A robbery occurred here recently.

The stolen property hasn't yet been recovered.

A reward has been offered to anyone giving information leading to the

recovery of their property.

Mrs. Johnson is claiming the reward, alleging that the stolen jewelry is

hidden somewhere behind one of these bricked-up fireplaces.

Now, have I your permission for my men to unbrick them?

No, sir, you have not.

I've spent a lot of money on this house, and I'm not going to stand by and see it

damaged. Oh, don't be difficult, Jack.

They won't do anything. Shut up, Vera.

We'll make good any damage we do, sir.

Come on, you boy.

I'm going to see my solicitor. I prefer you stay here, sir. You can consult your

solicitor later.

You're taking a liberty, Inspector.

Turning my house into a circus.

Hardly that, monsieur.

Who are you?

This gentleman has a professional interest in the case.

He's an inspector from the Sûreté.

Fine, fine.

Why don't you invite the whole United Nations?

What's the matter with you, Jack?

Let me go. Let me go.

He's dead.

Who's this?

That's the woman I've been looking for.

I knew if I found Victor, I'd find her.

That's the man who paid me the deposit on the house.

Burgess, you were the only person here when he called.

It's a lie. I've never seen him before. I've never seen him before.

I think you'd better come along to the station and make a statement, sir. And I

want to warn you... I've never seen him before.

Won't anyone believe me?

I've never seen him before. Look at this, sir. He's got a watch in his hand.

There seems to be some inscription on it.

To Jack, happy birthday.

Love, Vera.

Jack!

What's your hurry, Mr Burgess?

You can phone your lawyer from the station.

I think you're going to need him. Come on.

If you are ready, madame.

There is a little matter in Paris that awaits your explanation.

How it is... that an Englishman found dead in your apartment should prove to

have been given an overdose of sleeping tablets.

I came to England to find my lover.

I have found him, so I have nothing more to live for.

Poor Victor.

He was right.

When thieves fall out...