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Thank you.

Drive carefully.

I'll be thinking of you all the way home.

Don't drink any more or one of these nights you'll have a terrible accident.

See you, kid.

Very. Group Captain James Jefferson.

Great man.

DSO, DFC.

Pity. Do you want me to check up on his next of kin?

No, I know where to find his father.

All right.

Give me the governor of Wilmer Scrubs Prison, will you?

Evening, sir. I mean morning, sir.

Which ward's Jefferson in? Jefferson?

His son's been killed.

Is he well enough to be told?

It's too late, sir.

What? He died half an hour ago.

Good heavens.

Extraordinary. Anything I can do, sir?

No.

Well, is that all he had?

That's all, sir.

Not much for a man who got away with £20,000.

Is there a will?

Yes, sir.

Huh?

He must have had a premonition.

Listen.

In the event of my son being dead when this will is proved...

I bequeath my key ring with attached seven keys to prisoner number 7-8-double

-6, Frederick John Russell, Wormwood Scrubs, London.

What's the idea?

That's what I'd like to know.

The Governor wants to see you, Russell.

What for?

The Governor doesn't take me into his confidence.

Come on.

Come on!

I like to look my best when making social calls.

Name and number to the governor.

Russell, 7-8-double-6.

Sir.

Ever seen these before, Russell?

No, sir.

How well did you know William Jefferson?

Who? William Jefferson.

He was doing three years for embezzlement. Died three days ago.

Oh, the old accountant.

Spoke to him a couple of times.

Then, why did he leave you these keys in his will?

Me? Don't know. What are they for?

Now, come off it, Russell.

You know the answer.

I don't know anything.

All right, Russell.

Get going.

Twenty grand. That's what Jefferson stashed away.

And that's where them keys lead to.

That's it, then.

Find the locks.

We found the marbles.

We?

Only suggestion.

Told you I might need some help. I don't. I can't be of any assistance for

another three years.

Why me? Why leave the keys to me?

I hardly knew him.

You've got brains, son.

That's why.

That's right. You've got brains.

When you get the keys, how are you going to find the right locks?

I don't know.

But I've got another three months to figure it out.

Russell, diary, wristwatch, wallet, containing

56 pounds in notes.

All dishonestly come by, I dare say.

That's right.

What about my small change?

Oh, four and six.

What's the matter? Don't you trust us?

I don't trust anybody, especially guys like you.

Oh, we don't trust anybody either.

Just sign that receipt, will you?

There.

Can't you do better than that?

There we are.

Right. What about those keys I've left?

Oh, the governor will give them to you, along with his goodbye lecture.

Ah, do you mind?

Just seeing how bright you are.

Everything here, sir?

Hmm? Prison record, health card, etc.

Right.

And these.

Send him in.

Come in.

Name and number to the governor.

Russell, 7-8-6-6, sir.

Well, you're due for discharge.

Yes, sir.

How much money have you got in the property?

Fifty-six pounds, four and six, sir.

Well, you've been given 15 shillings by the prison commissioners. Very generous

of them.

That'll do, Russell.

These are yours, too.

If you'll take my advice, you'll hand them over to the police.

Anything else?

Sir.

Sir. Well, I hope we shan't see you here again, Russell.

You've got a good brain.

Why don't you try and use it?

Honestly. I'll bear it in mind.

That's all.

Get going.

Good luck.

Now.

Be seeing you, Russell.

I wouldn't if I were you.

Nice to see you out, Russell.

You want a lift?

Why not?

So what you been dreaming about?

All right, what do you want?

Thought you might like to join my outfit.

I work alone, always.

Okay.

How much for the keys?

I thought that was it.

No sale.

$7.50.

I said no sale.

A grand.

Thanks for the breakfast.

Ah, I'm getting absent-minded. Going up for the cutlery.

These are the ones, March 1961.

That's Miss Steele now.

Thanks.

Miss Steele?

Yes? What do you want?

You were William Jefferson's secretary.

Are you from the police?

Just a friend.

He left me these in his will.

So? What did they open?

Who are you?

The name's Russell.

Recently prison number 7-8-6-6.

Go on.

Jefferson got away with 20 grand.

These lead to it. I doubt it. I don't.

You tell me what they open and I'll cut you in.

That won't be necessary.

You mean you won't help me?

I didn't say that.

Shut the door.

William Jefferson wasn't a crook. He was an honourable man.

No one ever says that about me.

That's what puzzles me. Why did he leave you the keys?

Search me.

Well, he must have had a reason.

He always had a reason for everything.

I know what five of those keys are for.

You are going to help me.

Not you. I'm helping William Jefferson.

Must we have music?

I don't like being overheard.

This one.

His house. It was sold. Lock, stock and furniture.

This? His son's flat.

Car keys.

I don't know.

His safe deposit box.

Ah, now we're getting somewhere. Don't get excited. There's nothing in it

except a newspaper cutting.

I have the duplicate key.

This is useless, then?

I don't think so.

Let's go and get the cutting.

What for?

To read.

What makes you think it'll help?

I told you, Mr. Jefferson always did everything for a reason.

I'm sorry, it's a little dusty, Miss Steele.

It's an account of the second day of the trial.

I've already read it.

Was your copy marked like this one?

It's a list of the dates when he stole the money.

July the 7th, 5,000. July the 22nd, 2,000. September the 14th, 6,000. You'd

better make a note of this.

November the 4th, 4,000. November the 25th, 3,000.

What do you think they mean?

That's for you to find out.

That was his house, number 22.

Thanks.

You're not going in. I can try.

Well, what do you hope to find?

Locks to fit these.

Yes? Good morning, ma'am. I've come about the locks.

What locks?

Well, I don't likely know, ma'am, the broken ones.

Would it be your husband who phoned us? This is number 22, isn't it?

Harold!

Yes, dear? Did you phone anyone about the locks?

No, dear.

Wrong house.

You couldn't get in? Not through the front door. I'll try again later.

You're not going to break in.

Why not, honey?

That's my business.

Perhaps you were dreaming, dear.

Thank you.

What do you want?

I want to see you.

Couldn't it wait till the morning?

Um, no.

You've no right to come here at this time of year.

I didn't find anything.

I told you you wouldn't. Is that all you came to tell me? Sure, we're partners,

aren't we? We are not. I'm helping you because of Jefferson, that's all. Now

get out.

Not very sociable, are you?

I'm a working girl. I need sleep, even if you don't. I do.

I suppose you've nowhere to go.

They were full of it.

You can sleep over there.

Thanks.

Don't worry, you can always lock your door.

I will.

Hi.

You're awake.

You can make yourself tea or coffee if you want.

Thanks. On the movies, there had been breakfast laid out on the table.

Orange juice, toast, coffee, bacon and eggs.

Really?

I'd like you to be out of here before nine o'clock. I don't want my cleaner to

get any funny ideas.

Oh, okay.

What are you going to do today?

I thought I'd try... this one.

Jimmy's flat.

That's right.

I'll let you know if I find anything.

Do. But use the telephone this time.

I can't.

You didn't give me your number.

Well, this is the living room.

Quite a good size, don't you think? I think it's darling.

Don't you, Freddy?

Not bad.

Is that the bedroom in there? Can I look? Yes, of course.

Oh, it's a dear little room, isn't it, Freddy?

Not bad.

If we bought it, I mean, if we can raise the money and all that, can we move in

right away?

Well, actually, there's a bit of a snag about that. We can't complete until six

months after his death.

Why ever not?

Well, the place belongs to this poor chap's father.

The old boy made it a condition of his will.

Oh? I wonder why.

Yes.

One of the unique features of this flat is that the bathroom's in the attic.

Here to see it? Rather.

Oh, Brady, isn't it a sweet bathroom?

Not there.

Surprise. You've got a nerve.

I got more than that, honey.

I got dinner.

Working girl comes home, table laid, Romeo waiting.

Just like the movies.

How's that?

Can't you read?

Heat in oven, 30 minutes before serving.

You don't see enough movies.

Her name's Natalie Worth.

She's one of Jimmy's many girlfriends.

I didn't think she was his mother.

How does she fit into this?

I don't know.

Where can I find her?

Well, that shouldn't be too difficult. She's a top model.

Just a minute.

Oh, that's her. The girl modelling furs.

Ah.

She still doesn't give me her address.

Tony Stevenson took this picture. See?

You could ask him.

You should be a detective.

Only you're too pretty.

You've got a chip on your shoulder about the police. I have cause to.

I'm a criminal, remember?

Do you really want to go on with this search? Why not? There's 20 grand at the

end of the rainbow.

Yes, but if you find it, it'll only get you into trouble.

You're trying to reform me.

No, I don't care what you do.

I just asked. It's a question that usually comes up when a girl starts

falling for me.

You've got a nerve to say a thing like that.

As far as I'm concerned, you can leave this flat right now and never come back.

Just as you like.

But don't you want to know if I'd get anywhere with Natalie?

I told you, I don't care what you do.

Not even if it helps the late Mr. Jefferson.

Lovely. Now, if you take up that pose.

Big smile, darling.

Really love that fur.

Your right hand up a bit higher.

Lovely. Hold it.

Fine. Just one more.

Bring your right foot a bit further forward.

That's great. Big smile.

Fine.

Thank you very much, darling. That's all this morning. Mr.

Stevenson?

Yes, do I know you?

No, your receptionist said I'd find you here. I want to get in touch with

Natalie Worth.

So do a lot of men.

I'm sorry I don't give out the addresses or telephone numbers of my models.

This is business.

Oh, yes?

The usual line is to say you're a talent scout from a movie company.

Now, why do you want her address?

Oh, purely a personal matter.

You know Jimmy Jefferson?

As the name's familiar, who is he?

He was a boyfriend of hers. He's dead.

I have something of his I want to give her.

All right.

Sorry to be difficult, but you know how it is.

She lives at Southern Down Court, Sloane Street.

Number 78, top floor.

78, Southern Down Court. Thanks.

If I wasn't too busy, I'd ask for her address as well.

Miss Worth?

Yes.

May I talk to you for a moment?

Not if you're selling anything.

No, no, I'm not. Jimmy was a friend of mine. Which Jimmy?

Jefferson, the crew captain.

Oh, won't you come in, please?

Of course.

Hello? Yes, Natalie speaking.

Yes?

I see.

Thank you very much. Goodbye.

What can I do for you, Mr... Russell.

Ex-Flight Sergeant Fred Russell.

Jimmy was my squadron commander.

Very nice.

Won't you sit down?

Well... I've been away for a couple of years.

I've only just heard about Jimmy.

I wondered what happened and if there's anything I can do.

Why come to me? I didn't know him that way.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were a great friend.

No.

I went out with him a couple of times or so.

I see, I see. I must have got things mixed up.

What did you really come to see me for, Mr. Russell?

What do you mean?

That phone call just now came from Tony Stevenson.

You told him you had something of Jimmy's for me.

I see.

Well, if you're being frank with me, I might as well be frank with you.

I never met Jimmy Jefferson.

I had a slight acquaintance with his father.

In prison.

How cosy.

And what's this got to do with me?

He left me these.

Well, that was thoughtful of him.

But I still don't understand why you come to me.

Jefferson Senior got away the £20,000.

Neither the police nor anyone else have been able to trace it.

I believe these keys are the answer.

And?

If you could help me in any way, I'd show my gratitude.

Financially.

But that would be dishonest.

If you found the money, you'd have to return it to the police.

Aren't you being a bit dishonest about some things, Miss Nora Wiggins?

There's nothing dishonest in changing one's name.

Especially if you happen to be Kristen Nora Wiggins.

I see what you mean.

So you can't help me?

No, Mr. Russell, I can't.

And even if I could, I wouldn't.

Good morning.

That's all right.

I might have known.

I thought I'd take you out to lunch.

Chicken. And it's cooked this time.

Aren't you going to ask me about Natalie Worth?

I'm not particularly interested unless you find out something important. She's

beautiful, the most gorgeous figure in a perfect complexion. How nice for you. I

suppose she's got big, blue, innocent eyes as well. Not blue and not innocent.

She's far too sophisticated for that.

Just give me her vital statistics and let's get to the point.

I should say about 34, 22, 34, but that's only a guess, you understand?

Take a tape measure next time. You might as well be accurate.

Did you find out anything important?

She has a nice flat.

Milk?

No, thank you. I've got some shopping to do.

Too bad.

Before you give me today's brush off, where can I find Jefferson's car?

I haven't the slightest idea. It was sold before he went to prison.

Who told?

Filkins and Salisbury. That was the garage he used.

I'll trace you to them.

Thanks for the use of the dining car.

Good afternoon, sir. Mr. Sidney Barber.

That is so.

What can I do for you? Are you the owner of car ORW120?

Anything wrong?

I'm a police officer, sir.

I'm afraid your car's been reported as being in a dangerous condition.

What absolute nonsense.

My car is in immaculate condition, both inside and out. May I have a look, sir?

If you insist.

This way.

I was taking it out anyway.

All that in dangerous condition?

Very nice, sir, but appearances can be deceptive.

May I see the logbook?

If you must, there's my desk in the lounge.

That was quick.

Why particularly? I know exactly where to lay my hands on it.

In the box file under L for logbook.

I see you bought this car from a Mr. William Jefferson.

Did you know him personally?

I did not. I bought it through a garage.

If he'd tried to sell it to me personally, I should have said no. The

fellow was a crook.

Went to prison, you know.

I can tell a crook at a glance.

Thank you.

Is there anything else you'd like to see, officer?

Were there any of Jefferson's possessions in the car when you bought

it? None.

I'm glad to say it.

Very nice, sir.

I've never seen a car in better condition, considering its age.

May I ask, officer, who reported my car as being in a dangerous condition?

I'm afraid I'm not permitted to say so.

Was it by any chance a major coat?

Major Coates?

You shouldn't have asked me that question, sir.

Just as I thought.

Oh, by the way, would you give me the name of the garage where you bought the

car? Certainly, Filkins and Salisbury, on the bypass.

I'm going that way. Can I give you a lift?

Well, that's very kind of you, sir. Not at all.

Very kind indeed, in the circumstances.

he wouldn't sell.

Nah, I didn't think he would.

There's not a better kept car in the district.

Funny old man Jefferson was just the same.

Couldn't bear to see a mark on him.

Did he ever leave anything in the glove compartments?

No, sir. No, he was far too methodical for that sort of thing.

You sure there was nothing in the car when you sold it to Mr. Barber?

Yeah, quite sure.

We had it in here for a week after the accident. Had to re-spray it twice

before he was satisfied.

That was when he asked us to sell it.

Thanks.

What accident?

Ah, nothing very serious.

Run into his garden gate, something like that. Give it a right proper bash.

It's funny, because Mr. Jefferson was usually a careful sort of driver.

When did it happen?

Ah,

I can't remember. A couple of years ago, anyway.

Did you look up the date?

Blimey, mate, I'm on a job here.

Oh, don't.

Did you look up the date?

Yeah, I can look up the date.

It was towards the end of the year.

October, November, I think.

Yeah, it was towards the end of the year.

You a private eye or something?

Something like that.

Yeah, here we are. Jefferson.

Beat up and repair offside wing.

Respray and sedatives.

Rewire side lamp and provide new glass and valve.

June the 10th.

10th of June.

Thanks.

Oh, hello, sir. Can I help you?

Back numbers for June two years ago, please. Certainly.

Thanks. Fine what you wanted, sir.

Could be, could be.

a license for that thing. Still the funny one.

All right, give.

Give what?

The keys.

What do you think?

We aren't figuring to pay you this time either.

All right.

And to save you the trouble, Jefferson's house.

His son's flat.

Cocktail cabinet.

Desk.

Safe deposit box.

And car keys.

Oh, and the key ring with my condoms.

I'll keep that as a memento.

You find anything?

If I had, I'd be sunning it in the south of France, not sitting here with mugs

like you.

This is where you get out.

Go join the pigeons.

Me? The man with the keys?

Well, I haven't got them anymore.

What happened? Just imagine.

I was robbed.

Are you joking?

Some former acquaintance has relieved me of them. I could do with a drink.

Help yourself. There's any sideboard. Thanks.

Did you know that Jefferson was in a car accident two years ago?

He couldn't have been. He could have told me about it.

On the 4th of June, if my calculations are correct. They're not. He wasn't even

in the country. He was abroad convalescing.

I can give you the exact dates, if you like.

He got back from Mallorca on the 10th and returned to work the following day.

Someone else must have smashed his car up for him. No, he was much too proud of

it to let anyone else drive. Not even his son?

Least of all his son. Jimmy was far too reckless.

Besides, he'd lost his license.

Disqualified? A year, drunk and driving.

They managed to keep it out of the newspapers because of his war record.

Ah, this is beginning to add up.

What do you mean?

You're not the only one who makes notes.

At 5 o'clock on the morning of the 4th of June, a road sweeper was killed by a

hit-and-run driver in Hampstead.

I don't get the connection.

Hampstead is midway between Jefferson's house and his son's flat in Mayfair.

Are you suggesting Jimmy was responsible?

Exactly. And Daddy covered up for his boy hero.

He could have done that too. Jimmy was his whole world.

But it still doesn't account for the 20,000.

Blackmail would. Oh, it wasn't blackmail. That was the first thing the

police suggested. And he said no, and they believed him. Well, of course they

believed him. He was respectable and honest.

There was no reason to blackmail him. And no one suspected that the famous war

ace might have been a very naughty boy.

Killing a man while disqualified from driving, and probably drunk at the same

time, he'd have got ten years.

All right, suppose Jefferson was blackmailed. Who by?

I don't know.

But I'm going to find out. And he's going to pay me every penny of that 20

grand.

I'm beginning to understand now why Jefferson left you the keys.

You're cold-blooded, ruthless and determined.

You thought that it would lead you to the money.

And so did he. But he also knew you'd find out the truth.

He still doesn't give me the blackmailer's name.

And if you find him, are you going to turn him over to the police?

The police?

Your Mr. Jefferson wouldn't like that.

That's why he left me the keys instead of a signed statement to the police. He

didn't want the whole world to know that group captain Jimmy Jefferson was a heel

as well as a hero.

But you must tell the police.

Anyway, we've got to find him first.

I don't know how you're going to do that now that you've lost the keys.

They've told us everything they had to say.

The car keys told us about the accident and the key to Jimmy's flat showed that

he was a heavy drinker.

How do you mean?

Well, he was drunk in that photograph with the girl.

And to prove it, his cabinet was full of booze.

Yes, but what about the newspaper cutting in the safe deposit box?

Why did he want you to know the exact dates on which he took the money?

Because they were probably the dates he paid the proceeds to the blackmailer.

And the keys to his house?

That one I don't know.

They probably got swept away when the new tenants moved in.

Can I see that key ring?

You won't learn anything from that. Even the compass is broken.

Yes, well, that's the whole point.

Mr. Jefferson wasn't the sort of man to carry something around that isn't worth.

The needle's deliberately stuck at North West.

I wonder if that could mean anything. It's the part of London he came from.

Not North West, honey.

NW.

Hello, Miss Wiggins.

What do you want? A word in your ear.

Excuse me a minute, darling, will you?

How dare you barge in here?

As far as I'm concerned, anything you've got to say will have to wait.

Not as far as I'm concerned.

Natalie, is this fellow annoying you? No, darling.

I'll be with you in a minute.

I promise.

Where can we talk privately?

Unless you want to dance.

Nice place you've got here.

Elegant, tasteful, expensive.

Who pays the bills?

Just me.

How about William Jefferson?

What about him?

You got $20,000.

Don't be ridiculous.

Want to know the dates?

$5,000 on July the 7th.

Two on July the 22nd.

Six thousand on September the 14th. It's not true.

Oh, yes, it is, honey.

And blackmail is the dirtiest crime in the calendar.

It's not what you think.

He was just a dear friend.

He gave me the money.

Look, honey, I wasn't born yesterday.

You were with his son the night he knocked down a road sweeper and killed

him. I don't know what you're talking about.

The police will, if I tell them.

I didn't know you were on such friendly terms with the police. I'm not, but I

have to think of my future.

And yours.

Did you blackmail the gallant group captain as well?

It wouldn't have worked.

Why? Didn't he have any money?

Wouldn't have been of use.

He'd have killed me.

I'm not surprised.

So I didn't know he was squeezing the lifeblood out of his father.

Now you know all about me.

What are you going to do about it?

Any suggestions?

I might have.

I'll get you a drink.

What would you like?

I have expensive tastes.

Champagne.

With brandy. Got an extra kick in it.

With brandy.

Do I know you?

No. I'd like to.

Blow.

Ever thought of going into partnership?

Never. Sometimes it's the only way.

You dance very well.

You're a crook.

You too.

You enjoying yourself?

What do you think?

This is the first time I've held a woman in my arms for two and a half years.

You find me attractive, don't you?

And we'd better talk business.

Hmm.

Let's sit down.

Get it over with.

How much of that 20,000 have you left?

None.

I had it two years ago.

You couldn't have spent it that quick.

I have, darling.

I also have expensive tastes.

Not that expensive.

See for yourself.

I'm in the red.

Natalie Worth.

125 pounds overdrawn.

How much has Nora Wiggins in her bank?

She's the same person, darling. Remember?

We're going to be partners. We might as well be honest with each other.

All right.

And Miss Nora Wiggins has a credit of only $1,500?

You'll see.

I've spent it.

Or invested it.

We'll go and see your bank manager in the morning. He'll know exactly where

you stand.

How much do you want?

I haven't decided yet.

Amusing situation, isn't it?

Blackmailing a blackmailer.

How about 20,000 for a start?

Get out of here. You won't have one penny out of me.

Mind if I use the phone?

Nine.

Nine. No.

You'll have 5,000 in the morning.

That's the first installment, okay.

That'll give you time to settle your affairs. You should get 10,000 for this

flat. I wouldn't like you to be late with your second installment.

I'll look after this.

You won't be traveling anywhere for a while.

Now meet you at your bank at 1030 in the morning. Phone them and tell them we're

coming.

Then they can get the money counted.

Thanks for the party.

Hope you didn't wait up for me. I've better things to do. Sleep, for example.

I've been working.

Some of your work is still on your face.

Did you find anything out?

Jefferson can rest in peace.

Natalie will.

Well, what are you going to do?

She's going to pay back everything, with interest.

To me.

I was hoping you wouldn't go through with that part of it.

That's what Jefferson wanted. That's why he chose me, isn't it?

It's getting late. You can sleep on the divan if you want to.

Thanks.

If I should be pleased, everything turned out as he planned.

It isn't as I'd planned.

Wait here, I shan't be long.

Everything arranged?

Good morning, Miss Wiggins.

We have your money for you. It'll be debited to your deposit account.

Thank you.

If you'd just like to write out a check, make it out in cash.

Oh, yes.

I'm Miss Wiggins' partner.

Congratulations, sir.

We ran into some unexpected expenses.

Credit squeeze, eh?

I quite understand, sir.

I've had it made up all in files.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Five thousand.

It's been checked and rechecked, but if you'd like to count it for yourself...

That won't be necessary.

Nora Wiggins?

Yes? I'm a police officer.

I have reason to believe that you can help us with inquiries we're making

concerning a late William Jefferson.

You dirty little rat.

Even guys like me don't like blackmailers.

Thanks, Russell.

We'll probably get a reward for this.

That'll be the day.

You surprised me. I thought you'd settle for the money.

I surprised myself.

I decided to settle for the girl instead.