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A handy weapon.

Indian? Malayan?

Mr. Lander, see you now, sir. Mr. Lander?

I've read it somewhere.

Right.

Mr. Holland?

I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. My name's Rex Lander. How do you do? How do

you do? Where's John Trasmere?

Well, I'm his nephew and a sort of secretary.

Won't you come and sit down? And John Trasmere himself?

Oh, did J. Ling explain?

No, he didn't. My uncle asked me to see you on his behalf. To tell me that he's

changed his mind.

Look, I didn't make this appointment.

Would you kindly tell John Trasmere that even multi-millionaires might observe

some of the rules of common courtesy?

Oh, look, I'm terribly sorry. I hope you understand. Good day, Mr.

Langer. Come back.

Ah, Mr.

Trasmere.

You wish to apologize?

I want to talk to you.

Rex, you can clear out.

Yes, Uncle.

I wanted to give that young fool Rex some practice in getting rid of people.

At my expense.

No, I wanted to know what you were like. Look, I'm not a prospective employee.

I'm fairly well known, ridiculously well paid. For interviewing people on

television? Yes.

Well, that's not a proper job. The way I do it, it is.

All right.

You can interview me if you like.

I'll ruin your reputation.

Least I might find out what it's like to be fabulously rich.

What it's like.

I'll show you something.

But not for your television cameras.

Come with me.

Solid steel.

Only key in existence, specially made.

Never leaves my person.

Disappointed? Well, I was expecting Aladdin's cave.

What's in there?

It's a safe.

I need a big one.

Diamonds, rubies, all the treasures of the Orient.

No, I have no time for bank accounts.

You did make your money out east, didn't you, sir? Yeah.

Trading?

Well, you can call it trading. In the bad old days.

In the good old days.

Seen enough?

Well, I haven't seen anything yet. Quite right.

There's a lot of things in this room, Mr. Holland.

Things of mine that I don't trust to a bank or to a safe deposit.

Things that I don't want anyone to know anything about.

You can't get Adam?

Nobody can, only me, because I've got the key.

It's the same with your interview.

Put me up in front of your cameras, ask me any questions you like, but you won't

get anything out of me.

Because you haven't got the key.

I can only imagine that my uncle intended it as a sort of test of

character.

See if you can get rid of this man without any help from me.

You know what happens if anybody tests my character?

Nothing. No result at all.

I can only hope that he loves me nonetheless.

And what's he like?

What, my dear uncle? No.

Tab Holland.

Well, he's, um, like a television personality.

He's got a professional smile on his lips and a steely glint in his eye.

Oh, no.

Talk of the devil.

Hello. Hello.

Jane, you don't know Tab Holland, do you?

Jane Ardfern.

You must have seen her films. My one film. Yes, indeed.

Good evening.

You are joining this table, Mr Holland? No, I won't, thank you. Oh, just for a

drink, hmm? All right, thank you very much.

Martini? Thanks.

Three large martinis, Andre. Um, extra dry.

I'm longing to hear how you got on with my fearsome elderly relative.

Oh, didn't he tell you?

Well, I'm what he laughingly calls his secretary, but that means I open his

mail, I throw half of it away, and the other half I send a stock reply to.

I've been at it for a year, and I still don't know the first thing about him.

Only a year?

Well, before that, we were on Christmas card terms.

I sent them.

He tore them up.

Your uncle issued me with a challenge. You may interview me, but you won't find

out anything about me.

Well, I've got a couple of weeks before I do the programme, so I shall find out

about him first.

Well, you won't succeed.

He's the original mystery millionaire.

Ah, thank you.

Well, I wish you luck.

Cheers. Cheers.

Anyone here like a flower? Yes, why not?

Thank you.

Here you are.

Thank you.

And a couple of carnations, please.

Oh, thank you very much.

Have you got a pen?

Of course.

One for you.

Thank you.

One for you. Thank you. And one for you. And one for you.

I'm afraid it'll cost you another.

Here you are.

Thank you very much.

Ah, let's forget about my uncle for a bit, shall we? And talk about something

interesting. Like Jane.

What do you think of her necklace?

Yes, I've been admiring it.

Oriental? Yes, I believe it is.

She only wears it so that it can be stolen.

That'll be marvellous publicity.

You can interview her in floods of tears.

Oh, excuse me. I see my guests arriving.

Goodbye, Miss Hunter. Goodbye.

Oh, Rex, I wonder if you could get me a photograph of your uncle.

It needn't necessarily be a recent one.

I should think so. What for?

To help me find out about him.

Anything in that rag this morning?

Says you're going to be on television.

Do you want to see it?

Is it truth or lies?

John Trasmere lives in great style in a sumptuously furnished house overlooking

the park.

Sumptuously furnished? I suppose that's the truth.

Well, you've got a visitor.

I don't want to see any visitors today or any other day.

I want to see Mr. Trasmere.

Your name?

Brown. Ramsay Brown.

Wait a moment, please.

Hold on, you folks.

Don't keep me outside.

Well, I'll give him a card. He'll see me, all right.

Who is he? Mr. Ramsey Brown.

Oh. What does he want?

He say he will see him.

Does he?

Let him wait.

All right, Yelling.

Rex.

Yes, Uncle. Give Mr. Brown back his card, give him my compliments, and tell

him to go to hell.

Yes, Uncle. Which is where I thought he was and where he belongs. You could tell

him that too. Anyhow, get rid of him!

I'm not waiting for you, Mr.

Trasmere.

Surprised to see me?

Didn't know I was in this country, eh?

And I didn't know you were either until I looked at my paper this morning.

Mr. John Trasmere.

Rex, throw him out!

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

We are going to have a little talk.

You are going to invite me to breakfast, aren't you, John?

Rex! Like old friends, old comrades.

Nothing like friendship.

Take your hands off me. Tell your damn flunky to take his damn hands off me.

Get back.

Can't you pay for this? I'll have a law on you.

Go, Red. Go.

Rex? Yes, Uncle? That finishes you.

By the way, you don't, I suppose, happen to know how I can find this Ramsay Brown

character of yours?

I've no idea, thanks.

I'm such a fool, I never thought of that.

Pity.

Still, anyway, I thought you'd like to know the results of your printing that

picture. The only result.

Cheers. Cheers.

Well, if you ever hear from him again, I wonder if you'd contact me. Yes, of

course, I'll let you know straight away.

Oh, damn.

I've got to be going. Oh, nice seeing you.

I wonder if you'd like to have dinner with me one night, and I can see if I

can rake up any more dirt. All right.

Thursday would suit me best.

Thursday? Fine.

Thursday at eight.

Same place.

I'm sorry I've got to bash off like this, but I'm afraid I've got a date.

Jane Artfern?

Ah, no, unfortunately.

Somebody rather different.

Very respectable.

Very dull.

I'm bringing an action, you know.

Find a good lawyer. I'll get some money out of him.

Well, my uncle's extremely sorry. He asked me to apologize to you on...

Apologize? That's not good enough.

He'd like to make it up to you in some way.

Huh?

Are you short of money or anything like that? I mean, he feels he owes you

something. Oh, say he does.

He swindled me out of a right as he swindled everyone else.

Well, he asked if you'd like to come over to dinner one night and talk it

over.

How would Thursday suit you?

Thursday at eight?

Ye Ling!

Where's he got to?

Have you seen him?

It's Thursday, uncle.

Eh?

Thursday. He's evening off.

Oh, yes.

There's a cold supper laid in the dining room.

For two, actually.

But I'm going out.

I don't mind.

Uncle. Yeah?

I understand that you want me to leave this house.

Am I right?

Quite right.

Because you think I'm a fool.

I don't think you're a fool.

I think you're a sly, sneaking devil who's after my money.

Uncle.

Before we part, have you made a will?

I looked through all your papers and I don't think that you have what I'd like

to be sure.

Well, I spent a very happy morning drafting one.

Where is it? Can't see without the glasses.

That's it.

You read that through. You won't find your name.

Good evening, sir. Good evening. Has Mr. Lander arrived yet? No, sir, not yet.

But he has booked a table here. Good.

I'll have a gin and tonic.

Gin and tonic.

Sir, my good evening, sir. Good evening. I hope you haven't been waiting.

Ah, what's that?

Gin and tonic. How delicious.

Only one, please. Another gin and tonic. I do apologize for being so late.

My, uh, my beloved uncle kept me talking.

What time is it, actually? Just after eight. You're not late at all.

Chesmere!

Mr. John Rory Chesmere!

Come on, where are you hiding?

Come on, Transmere, open up.

It's your old friend, Ramsay Brown.

I've got a bone to pick with you.

You're his only living relative. You're inherited the lot.

Do you think so? Well, who else?

I wonder what I'll do when I'm a millionaire.

Proposed to Jane for the umpteenth time, I suppose.

Good heavens, it's ten o'clock. I didn't know we'd been here for two hours.

I tell you what.

Come back with me and have a nightcap. Won't your uncle mind? No, of course

not. Wait out.

Bill, please.

You can slip in a sly question about my expectations.

Hello. My dear uncle economizing on the lights.

He's probably in the study.

He doesn't usually go to bed as early as this.

Perhaps he's in his counting house, counting out his money.

Might be.

Yes, the light's still on.

Maybe he doesn't want to be interrupted.

Now he's got to start again from a million. He'll be furious.

Clive, help yourself to a drink.

I'll go and see if he's in the mood for one.

Hello?

I think... What's happened?

The door was shut, so I... I climbed up, I looked through the ventilation... Your

uncle?

I think I... Well, you'd better look, but I think he's... I think he's dead.

You'd better ring the police.

Ah, your Chinaman's back.

Will he be able to help us on this Ramsey Brown?

Well, he threw him out.

Have you found Brown yet? No, he hasn't been back to his lodgings.

Oh. I've sent out your description of him.

Oh, good.

Of course, I don't know whether he actually did come here tonight.

But he was invited.

Oh, yes. For dinner.

You know that, but you don't know why.

Well, my uncle didn't explain things.

Tab, I'm sorry if I didn't tell you, but he wanted it kept a secret.

Well, Mr. Brown can explain.

Then we find him.

May I ask, what time was my uncle killed?

Roughly eight o'clock.

Eight? We can't pin it down to minutes.

Mr. Holland, would you come with me, please?

Now, on your first visit here, Mr. Trasmere brought you down here. Yes.

And unlocked this door with his own key. Yes, it was on a chain round his neck.

He said it was the only key in existence, specially made.

Yes, that's quite correct. We've checked with the makers. Well, have you found

the key?

It took the best locksmith in London a good hour to get this door open.

Now, when you came out with Mr. Trasmere, he again locked the door on

this side. Yes.

He had to, didn't he? It's not a spring lock. You've got to use a key to lock

it. Right.

Now come inside.

Okay, Sergeant, carry on.

Now, Mr. Trasmere's body was found there.

He'd been shot at very close range, so the murderer was in the room with him.

The murderer then took the key off the chain, went outside, and locked that

door from the outside. Obviously.

That's right, obviously.

And I suppose the murderer went away with the key.

When we got in here and found the body, the key, this key, was lying on the

middle of the table like this.

But that's not possible.

Isn't that right? It's not possible.

That's where it was.

Now, Mr. Holland, you've got plenty of ideas.

Can you explain how that key got back in here again from outside through a locked

door?

The ventilator. You'd never get a key through that grill.

Could I close this for a moment, please?

Yes.

Under the door.

Yes, you could push it under the door.

You could flick it in.

Then, how do you get it to jump up onto the table over there? See?

There's no other way in. No, no other way in.

I can't think.

Nor me.

But somebody thought of how to do it.

Somebody very clever.

Ramsey Brown.

I doubt if he's all that clever.

Have you found something, Sergeant?

Yes, sir. Some very interesting stuff.

Do you like that, Mr. Holland?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Oh, good afternoon, sir. Do come in. Thank you.

Why, are you the one that I think you are?

Well, that rather depends, doesn't it?

Hey, Mr. Holland, do you know I've never missed one of your television

programmes?

I'm one of your best patriots. Good.

Is Miss Artfern in, please?

Aye, she won't be long.

Why don't you sit down? Thank you.

Would you like to watch telly?

No, I don't suppose you would.

Hello? Hello.

Have you seen the news?

Yes, I have.

And Rex called me.

It's terrible.

Did you know John Trasmere yourself?

No, though I've heard Rex talk about him so much. But you never met him?

No.

They think this man, Ramsey Brown, did it? Yes, they seem to think so.

Mr. Holland, why have you come to see me?

It was something Rex said.

Rex? He suggested that I should interview you if you ever lost your

jewels. I believe you've lost them now, and I also believe that you did know

John Trasmere.

I had nothing to do with his death. But you knew him.

Yes. Do you want to tell me or tell the police?

You first met Mr. Trasmere four or five months ago.

He rang you up and invited himself to tea, just like that.

Yes.

He seemed to like ringing me up, calling round to see me.

He was a very lonely man.

And one day he came with a jewel case.

He said, you're an actress.

Show yourself off in public.

Wear these.

He gave them to you?

Lent them.

He made that quite clear.

And took them back when?

Yesterday afternoon.

Yesterday?

Yes, he called on me about tea time.

What else did he say?

Carver here.

Well, hello, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I will.

Excuse me.

One bit of chicks.

Sergeant Harris.

Did Rex know about this?

No.

No, nothing at all.

If you're thinking I was John Trasmere's mistress, well, I wasn't.

No, I was simply thinking for Rex.

Oh, why?

Well, it must be rather hard to be turned down by someone like you.

Does it make any difference? Now he's a millionaire.

Is he?

I imagine he inherits the lot.

Well,

does it make any difference?

Well, as far as... Sorry about that.

Now then, yesterday afternoon, what else did you talk about, apart from the

necklace?

Nothing in particular.

Did Mr. Trasmere mention someone by the name of Ramsey Brown?

No. Did he mention anyone else?

No, no, he didn't.

Any news of Ramsay Brown, Chief?

Why?

Do you expect him to get in touch with me?

Hello.

Who's that speaking, please?

Who?

Wait a moment, please.

Was that for me? Yes. Who is it?

Rex Lander here.

Who?

I can't hear you.

I said, is this line tapped?

All the police on it, eh?

All right, then.

This is Ramsay Brown.

What can I do for you?

Listen.

You think you're going to inherit your uncle's millions, don't you?

Well, you're not.

And I can prove it.

Yes.

It's right.

It'll take a long time to get hold of as much money as that.

Well, where can I get in touch with you?

Yes.

Yes.

Right.

And no monkey tricks, Mr. Lando, or you'll be sorry for the rest of your

life.

Come in.

Mr. Landers here, sir. Oh, very well. Bring him in. Yes, sir.

Just come through, would you, sir?

Good morning. Good morning.

Sorry to bother you again, sir. I thought you might be able to just give

us a bit more help.

About what?

Past history.

Not my own, or my uncle's?

Your uncle's.

Well, he went out east when he was a very young man.

Came back about...

30 years later with a fortune.

I've always suspected he made it in a not very legal way.

Mm-hmm.

But he was a great man for secrets.

Ramsey Brown was a friend from those days.

A friend or... or an enemy.

Who killed your uncle because of some old grudge?

I imagine so.

Hmm.

Well, I've sent cables to various places out east.

I've heard nothing on your uncle, but quite a lot on Ramsey Brown.

He's well known to the police in Hong Kong.

Sponger, layabout, drunkard.

Too much of a drunk to be much of a crook.

Is that the impression you got?

Well, yes, I suppose so.

Stupid, they call him.

Did he seem stupid to you?

Well, I only saw him for a moment.

He must be stupid, mustn't he?

Why? He had an appointment with your uncle at eight o'clock.

You knew about it, and he knew that you knew.

He left his own lodgings at half-past seven, presumably to call on your uncle.

The murder was committed at eight.

There are fingerprints all over the door handles and so on.

I'll bet they turn out to be Brown's.

And you and Ye Ling both heard him uttering threats against your uncle.

Yes?

Open and shut case.

It certainly looks like it.

That's no way to commit a murder, is it?

Not if you've got any brains.

Well, perhaps when you find him... Yes.

Yes, I should like to have a little chat with him.

Make sure I'm right.

Right, in believing that he did it.

In believing that he didn't.

The murderer, Mr. Lander, was an exceptionally clever man.

Yes, surely, I mean... He thought up a trick with this key that I, for one,

can't fathom.

Nor can anyone on my staff.

Have you got any ideas?

Well, I'm afraid I'm not a very clever man.

No, well, we can't all be, can we?

Here, you'd better take this. I don't need it anymore.

Thank you.

And if anything should come into your mind... I'm afraid that's very unlikely.

Still, all the same.

Sergeant Harris.

Yes, sir.

See Mr. Landrath, would you? Oh, don't bother about that. I can easily find my

own way.

Goodbye, sir.

We'll keep in touch.

Yes, indeed.

Goodbye.

You want him followed?

No.

No.

You think it's him, sir?

Well, I can think of why he did it, but I can't think of how.

How? How?

How?

Let us suppose that this is the table in the vault.

Now, I say that this is the key.

Now, the murderer leaves the vault...

And locks the door from the outside?

But... Well, how did this key get back into the vault?

How the hell did it climb up the table legs and jump to the middle of the

table? Is this why you invited me here?

I'm not even good at crossword puzzles.

No. Why then?

I asked you a question the other day which you didn't answer. What question?

Whether you're going to marry Rex.

Why do you want to know?

Because I want to marry you myself.

Tab, your interview technique is not what it was.

Jane, I honestly need... Blast.

Hello, Rick. Hi, Tab. I'm sorry to barge in like this, but I rang Jane and her

housekeeper said she was here.

Jane. Hello, Rick.

What's all this?

Oh, Tab is solving the problem.

Well, I'm trying to.

Well, don't ask me to help. You know what I'm like.

Jane, darling, listen, would you mind very much if we didn't have dinner

tonight? I've suddenly got the most frightful headache.

Of course, that's all right.

Perhaps Tab will deputise for me.

Delighted.

Have dinner with Tab.

Delighted.

I don't know what brought it on. I think it must have been the thought of moving

tomorrow. Are you leaving the house?

Well, after what's happened, I can't really bear it anymore.

I've taken a little furnished flat just for the time being.

You must come and see it sometime.

I'm sorry about this, but I've...

I do feel rather rotten, actually. Poor Rex.

Now, you'd better go home to bed.

Last night in the old house.

With a couple of good, strong sleeping pills.

How is he? The doctor's having him taken to hospital.

It's as bad as that.

Nasty crack on the skull. You never know.

Poor old Ye Ling.

Yes.

Sergeant Harris, go and see if they have found any fingerprints, would you?

Yes.

Did he say anything?

He didn't see what hit him, if that's what you mean.

I see.

Lucky you slept through it all, or you might have got the same.

Well, all those sleeping pills, you know.

Of course.

Amateur, I should say.

Why? Well, breaking windows, smashing things, knocking people out.

Found anything missing here?

Not as far as I can see.

He was an amateur, wasn't he?

I expect he read about this place in the newspapers.

They all gave the impression it was packed with treasures.

Of course, the valuable stuff was in the vault.

And that all went to the bank days ago.

But I don't expect he knew that.

No.

There are lots of them, you know.

Fancy themselves as raffles, dressed up in gloves and a mask.

Would you mind if we searched the house, sir?

No, not at all.

Just in case we find something that helps.

Well, I'll gladly go round with them. It's very good of you to take so much

trouble. It's only because there might be some connection.

With my uncle's murder?

Don't ask me what connection, but there might be, don't you think?

Coming, Mr. Lember?

Yes. Yes, coming.

What's the idea?

No lights.

The house is supposed to be shut up. I'm supposed to be somewhere else.

Ye Ling?

He's away.

House being watched?

No. Well, I hope not for your sake.

Come in here.

All right, let's get on with it.

It's new to start.

Come on, have you got the money?

Tell me something that's worth the money.

You think you're John Trasmere's only living relative.

And you say I'm not.

Right.

What's more, I can prove it.

Go on.

If it hadn't been for his pictures on that paper, I wouldn't have known.

If I hadn't come here and seen him, I wouldn't have been sure.

But I knew you, John Chasmier.

Except he didn't call himself Chasmier in my day.

He called himself John Cox.

John Cox? And John Cox got married in Hong Kong 30 years ago.

Legally married.

I know, I was one of the witnesses.

Chinese girl.

Beautiful girl.

No good.

But he married her.

And there was a child, hmm?

A son and heir.

What happened?

John left her. Well, she left him.

He went over to Kowloon.

I told you she was no good.

She's dead now.

And the son?

I saw him in Kowloon a couple of years ago.

I can tell you the name of the restaurant where he works.

What do you think of that?

Serving Chop Suey to the scum of the earth and he should be a millionaire.

How do I know you're telling the truth?

If you don't believe me, all right.

I'll tell it to Trasmere's lawyers.

I'll give you the money.

Where is it?

There's a room downstairs.

The one where Trasmere was killed?

It's the only place I can turn the light on without attracting attention.

I know.

I've been down there before.

Last time I banged on that door.

Come on, Trazbear, I said open up.

Only he couldn't open up.

Great.

Ten thousand, you said?

Yes. For saying nothing about Tresmere's son?

As the first installment for saying nothing.

I see.

And some more on top of that for disappearing.

I can do it. I know how to get out of this country.

Why should I want you to disappear?

Then the police will go on suspecting me of murdering your uncle, won't they?

I want a big price for that.

Why should I pay you for it?

Come off it, Mr. Lando.

I didn't kill your uncle.

You did.

Aren't you afraid that I might kill you?

You dare?

You can't afford to.

If they find me dead, they'll know I'm not the murderer, and they'll start

putting two and two together.

I'm not such a fool as I look, you know.

Neither am I.

I have a method which will make it impossible for them ever to convict me.

No, no!

Oh, yes, it's a gorgeous old pub, isn't it, Rex? And the beer's gorgeous, too.

Let's go down there and have a drink now, shall we? Yes, yes. I dare say

these splendid fellows can manage quite well without me for a bit. Can we take

the desk now, sir?

No, no, leave that till last, will you? There's still one or two things in it.

Right, sir.

Harry, give us a hand with this contraption.

Anything through there, sir? No, no, no, all that was cleared out days ago.

Oh, Rex, before we go, there is just something.

What? Well, this key business, I'm still trying... Rather hopelessly. Yes, I

agree. You want to have another look at the vault? Well, just for a moment.

Could I have the key? Yeah. If it's not too much trouble. No, no, not at all.

But you won't find anything in there.

Now, what did I do with that key?

Oh, it's in here.

Well, I'm sure I took all that other stuff to the bank.

I shall forget my own name one of these days. Oh, it doesn't matter.

Come on, Tab.

Well, I'll just go down and look at the door. Tab, we won't have enough time for

a drink.

Rex? Yes?

The lights are on in the vault.

So it is.

Now, there's an expense.

I shall have to turn up at the main.

Rex, come here.

What is it now, old boy?

And you looked through the ventilation holes, and there was the body of Mr.

Ramsey Brown.

Yes, sir.

Exactly the same as the first time.

Yes? With the key lying in the middle of the table, exactly the same.

Have you discovered how the murderer got into the house?

Well, the same way the burglar did the other night.

Exactly the same.

Oh, I see.

Well, that means... That means that we have two things, Mr. Lander.

An absolute certainty that Ramsey Brown did not kill your uncle.

And a pretty near absolute certainty that the person who did kill your uncle

and the person who killed Brown and the mysterious burglar were all one and the

same.

I think Rex was jumping to the same conclusion as I was.

The burglar came in here and stole that key from the desk.

That's what it looks like, doesn't it?

Come in.

Excuse me, sir.

Found something?

Yes, sir.

This.

A pin.

A new pin.

On the floor of the vault, sir. Just inside the door.

What do you make of it?

I don't know, sir.

Who goes around dropping pins?

Supposed to be bad luck, isn't it?

Well, thank you, Sergeant.

You keep it.

Thank you, sir.

And thank you, Mr. Holland. I don't think I shall need you anymore at the

moment. Right.

But I would like just one more word with you, sir.

I'll see you, Rex.

Fine.

Oh, sorry.

Cigarette, Inspector.

No, thank you.

So proper monkey puzzle, isn't it?

Hmm.

Well, it seems Brown was killed yesterday evening.

So I shall have to start checking where everyone was.

Mr. Lander, where were you yesterday evening?

In my flat.

All evening?

Yes. Yes, I was. Anyone with you?

No. I made a couple of phone calls, sir.

Well, I'm pretty sure I know the name of the murderer.

You know?

Well, who is it?

I can't tell you that, sir.

Not till I make an arrest.

Well, when will that be?

As soon as I'm able.

I suppose you can't do anything till you find out how he did that trick with the

key. If I could catch him out in one false move, I think I'd arrest him

straight away.

But you couldn't be able to convict him. And I'd take a chance on solving the key

trick by the time the trial came up.

It's a big chance.

Yes. Still, if I could find some good evidence or find that he's been lying

about something... Well, I wish you luck.

Thank you, sir.

I'll have you watched of course from now on We'll see what happens

I just thought I'd ring you, see if anything else had come into your mind.

No, I've... I've told you everything I could think of.

Have you yourself managed to get any further?

I mean, towards arresting this man, whoever he is.

Yes, yes, we're making progress.

I'll tell you all about it at the right moment.

Oh, by the way, I saw Ye Ling today.

He's out of hospital.

He's gone off to convalesce.

In Devonshire somewhere.

He sent you his respects.

Yes, yes, I'll keep in touch with you.

You can be sure of that.

Good night, Mr. Lander.

Ye Ling, you want to help me?

I'll tell you what you can do.

Mr. Lander knows he's being watched every minute of the day.

He's got eyes. He can see who's watching him.

But I want him to be watched by someone else.

Someone he doesn't see.

Have you any suggestions?

So I've decided the best thing I can do is to stop thinking about it altogether.

If I let it rest for 24 hours, the solution will spring to my mind of its

own accord.

You think so?

Excuse me, sir. You were wanted on the phone. Oh, thank you. The Scotland Yard.

Scotland Yard? Yes. Well, I hope they haven't solved it. Will you excuse me?

Rex, they haven't found a will, have they?

No, why?

It's a long story, but I saw your uncle. You saw my uncle?

On the afternoon he was killed.

And he showed me a draft of a will he was going to make. Oh, really?

Leaving you nothing at all. Jane, you're making this up. No, I'm not.

Have you told the police?

No.

Well, don't you think you ought to? I thought they'd obviously find this draft

among his papers.

Oh, yes, yes, of course. Do you know if they did?

Well, they haven't mentioned it.

I suppose I should have said something.

If Carver asks me, I... Hello, Tad.

Inspector Carver wants to see us.

What about?

He wants to go all over it again. I think he's dreamt up some new questions.

Today? No, tomorrow morning.

Does he want to see me? I asked him about that. He said no.

Just send him my regards.

Carver here.

Oh, hello.

What?

I don't know why.

Hang on a moment. I'll ask Harris.

Mr. Holland wants to know if there was a pinhole in the middle of the table in

the vault.

He doesn't know either.

Well, look, if there is, then I've done it.

I've solved the crime.

Now, look, I can't possibly tell you now on the telephone. Could you come round

to my flat and I'll show you?

All right?

Fine. Goodbye.

Hello, Jane.

It's me.

Yes,

I'm all right. It's nothing. It's just one of my headaches. It's all... Jane,

listen.

Could I come and see you?

Now?

Good. I'll be right over.

Well, it's... I'll tell you when I see you.

Oh, Jane, are you alone?

Oh, good. All right.

Yeah, see you.

You say you've solved it?

All right, show me.

Right, gentlemen.

Now, I have here a common domestic pen.

I also have a reel of strong nylon thread. Now, if you both watch very

closely, I will demonstrate to you how the murderer performed his conjuring

trick. I hope I'm not being nuisance.

You're never that, Rex.

I just wanted to see you again. So here you are.

Would you like a drink?

No, no, thank you. I just wanted to... What's the matter?

That's nothing.

It's a crank. Oh, but let me have a look at it.

Jane. Oh, dear. It's a bit swollen. I want to ask you.

What?

Jane.

Jane, will you marry me?

Rex, for the 25th time.

Marry me now.

Soon. As soon as possible.

I'm sorry, Rex, but I'm going to marry Tab.

I haven't told Tab yet.

I haven't told anyone, but that's what I'm going to do.

I see.

So, please, let's not talk about it any more.

I'll get Mrs. Rushby to make a cold compress for that ankle.

Mrs. Rushby?

Yes, she's in the kitchen.

I thought you said there was no one here.

Well, no one but Mrs. Rushby.

Jane, Jane, sit down a minute.

I've got to tell you something.

I wasn't going to say this, but now that you've told me about you and Tab, I

think I must.

Jane, Tab is the murderer.

Now, the second time he did it, the pin came off the thread and fell on the

floor, right?

Right. I don't believe it. I can't.

Well, I could prove it to you.

Could you?

I could show you something.

What? In my uncle's house. There's nothing left in the house. It's all been

cleared out. Well, there's nothing except this one thing.

Do you want to see it?

Well, I'm meeting Tab at seven.

Well, there's time.

Come to the house.

And when you've seen this, I don't think you'll be meeting Tab.

Well, I'll tell Mrs. Rushby we're going. No.

Why not?

Well, I think it's better that we keep this a secret at the moment from

everybody.

All right.

Sergeant, have you got the vault key?

Yes, sir.

We'll go there and prove it all over again.

And I think we'll ask Mr. Lander to accompany us. Oh, I don't think you'll

find him at home. What? Well, before you came, I rang him to tell him I'd solved

it, and he wasn't there.

Harris, get on to all the patrols. Tell them he's got out.

Come on, Holland. Where are we going?

Same place, and I think it's the right one.

In here, darling.

In the vault?

No, no.

Carver's got the key to that.

It's in here.

Show me.

Jane. Jane, change your mind.

Marry me.

No, Rex.

Please, marry me! No!

Why?

Well, you see, because... I can't run the risk of you telling Carver anything

that might be evidence against me.

So, you see, if you won't marry me, I... I'd like to kill you.

As my wife, you... You can't give evidence.

Yes.

Jane!

Jane, I'm sorry about this.

Please close your eyes.

Jane!

Tab! Thank God you're here.

Right, Mr. Holland.

We've solved it now.

You'd better take her home.