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Thank you.

Who are you?

Police officer, sir.

What are you doing in my apartment?

The inspector will explain, sir. He's in the bedroom.

Inspector? In the bedroom?

Mr. and Mrs. Stewart, sir.

Inspector Forbes, CID.

Good morning, sir. I'm sorry about this.

We did try and get in touch with you. We went away for the weekend.

The porter let me in with his passkey.

Where's the maid?

I'm afraid she's dead, sir.

Dead? You mean...

Her body was found immediately below the balcony.

It happened late on Saturday night.

She fell?

Yes, sir.

After she'd been strangled.

Does that mean anything to you, sir?

No, Inspector.

What is it?

Looks like a trademark, doesn't it?

Would you and Mrs. Stewart see if anything's missing?

No, Nina, it's safe.

Nothing seems to have been touched.

You'd better make sure.

When did you have that safe installed, sir?

Well, my wife lived here before we were married. She had it put in.

Why, my dear?

Everything seems to be here.

You're quite certain, Mrs. Stewart?

Yes, quite.

The maid probably disturbed the thief before it time to get busy.

Really, Inspector, how would an ordinary thief know where the safe was?

Or the combination?

That's just it, sir. It can't be an ordinary thief.

It must be someone who knows this apartment pretty well.

You mean it may be someone we know?

Come in.

Oh, come in, Henry.

This is Henry Adams.

He handles my public relations.

The porter's just told me what's happened.

Does that mean anything to you, sir?

Didn't a thief leave something of a sort when Fiona Foster's flat was burgled?

Yes, that's right.

Fiona Foster?

The model.

Do you know her?

No, I read about it in the newspapers.

What's been stolen here?

Nothing. Do you have a key to this apartment, Mr. Adams?

Yes. I always give him one when we go away.

Did you use it this weekend?

No, no, I didn't.

Just routine, of course. But could you give me an account of your movements

late on Saturday night?

Movements? I was in bed.

And I'm not a restless sleeper. Really, Inspector, I don't see what... As I

said, just routine.

Yes, well, I also have a routine. I have a board meeting in half an hour. I'm

afraid you'll have to excuse me.

Nina, my dear, don't worry.

Good morning, Inspector.

Come on, Henry. We're late as it is.

Now, Mr. Stewart, could you make sure nothing's missing?

Come in.

Well, Mrs. Stewart.

Hello, Mr. Lawrence.

I suppose you're in trouble again.

What makes you think that? Because you never come and see me unless you are.

Anyhow, it's spread all over the early edition.

A riddle of Belgrave Square, the death of maid, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Stewart,

this, that, and the other. Would you care to drink? No, no.

I gather nothing of stone.

That's what I told the police.

You mean something was stone?

An emerald ring.

It's antique and rather valuable.

I want you to get it back. Surely you need a detective, not a lawyer.

You helped me last time.

And I did make it worth your while.

True enough.

Why didn't you tell the police your ring was stolen?

Does that matter?

Especially as I know who stole it.

Who? Henry Adams, my husband's PRO.

What does he mean to you?

We're just very good friends.

You don't have to put on an act with me. Why should he steal your ring?

Doesn't your husband pay him enough?

He was jealous.

Because your husband gave you a ring?

My husband didn't give it to me.

Aha. I'm beginning to see the light.

Have you heard of Tom Alvarez?

The millionaire?

Well, everyone has.

Isn't your apartment in one of the buildings he owns?

Gossip writers tipped you to marry him.

I wonder why you didn't.

He's already married.

Bad luck.

Still, you did all right as it is.

Shipping's almost as good as property.

Look, never mind that. Alvarez gave me the ring. Before you married, Charles?

No, since... So, it's still going on.

We meet occasionally?

When he collects the rent.

Very funny.

So, you've deceived your husband, lied to the police, ditched Henry Adams and

lost a good maid.

And all you care about is getting your ring back.

When the police arrest Henry Adams, I don't want to be involved.

Will you try?

Where does Henry Adams live?

29 Thatcher Mews.

I'll do my best.

Where's the key?

What key?

Up. A lawyer.

And who are you representing this afternoon?

Three guesses.

One's enough.

Nina's perfume is unmistakable, even on money.

What are you looking for? The emerald ring Alvarez gave her?

How do you know it's missing?

Nina and I had a row about it.

I suppose she thinks I stole it and sent you here to find it.

Why didn't you answer the door?

I was expecting the police.

Planning a holiday?

Why not?

Stuart fired me this afternoon.

No doubt on dear Nina's advice.

Going away won't exactly convince the police you're not involved in the theft.

Not to mention the murder.

Go or stay, they'll need lots of convincing.

Apart from Nino and our husband, I'm the only one that knows the combination of

that safe.

Paris? Keep away from there.

Why Paris?

Why not?

This time it is the police.

You got a license for that gun?

No. Give it to me.

Open the door.

What are you up to? I'm trying to get you out of a jam. Open the door.

Good afternoon, sir.

I wonder if I might have a few words with you about... Well, well, what

brings you here, Mr. Lawrence?

Hello, Inspector.

I've known Henry for years.

He was worried about the business at the Stewart's and asked me round to have a

chat about it.

Didn't you, Henry?

Yes.

Well, Mr. Adams, if you must have a friend who's a lawyer, I suppose Mr.

Lawrence is no worse than the next.

Thank you.

Now, about this affair.

I've just been making a few inquiries in Fleet Street.

I was curious to know how the newspapers got hold of the story so quickly, in

such detail.

Publicity is my job.

You also told them about the theft from Fiona Foster's apartment a week ago.

In fact, Mr. Adams, during the past couple of years, you seem to have

supplied the press with a lot of inside information.

Would you mind coming to the point?

It seemed a bit odd that you happened to know about both these cases.

Of course, we've only missed Foster's word for it, but anything was stolen.

And Mrs. Stewart says that nothing was taken from her.

Phony thefts.

Someone's bright idea for a news story?

Exactly, sir.

Pulled off without a hitch at Fiona Foster's apartment, but at the Stewart's

he was interrupted by the maid.

Which led to murder.

Look, are you accusing me?

I think the inspector's only outlining a theory, Henry.

I'm sure they want you to go round to the station and make a statement.

That's just what I'm going to do.

Thank you.

Windy time, old boy.

I'll bring some clothes along.

You may need them.

Fiona Foster.

Well, if only you knew how utterly weary I am of answering all these questions.

But don't you want to get your jewellery back, Miss Foster?

Well, of course I do, but the police will do that. After all, that's what

they're for, isn't it?

Yes, of course.

But if you could describe the pieces that were stolen.

Piece, not pieces.

What do you mean?

The thief only took one thing.

I must say I was rather annoyed he didn't seem to like the rest of my

jewellery. What was taken?

A brooch.

Antique and more the valuable.

The sweetest one you ever saw.

Gold with teeny-weeny diamonds surrounding lots of lovely emeralds.

Emeralds, eh?

A present?

Oh, really, Mr. Lawrence.

A girl doesn't have to buy herself jewelry.

Would you like to tell me who gave you the brooch?

Certainly I would not.

But I would like you to go now.

I'm on my way.

I hope you get your brooch back.

There's plenty more where that one came from.

Paris, eh?

Lucky girl.

I'd like a trip to Paris.

You may go where you like, as long as you get out of here.

I don't know who that second ticket's for, but you might like to know that

Henry Adams was picked up by the police.

Monsieur, I'd like to see Monsieur Alvarez.

I regret Monsieur Alvarez is not here. According to my information, he is.

This way, Monsieur, please.

As you see, Monsieur, he is not in residence.

Are you a business colleague?

No. An irate husband, perhaps?

Do I look irate?

A reporter.

How did you guess?

Our unexpected visitors invariably fall into one of those three categories.

That is why I find it saves time to prove his absence.

There are other rooms in the house.

Monsieur Alvarez has not yet found it necessary to hide in his own home.

Care to say where he is?

Care to... Pardon, Monsieur. Sometimes I find it hard to understand English.

Monsieur is generous, especially when he can read in any newspaper that Monsieur

Alvarez is in Frankfurt.

A big property deal.

When did he go?

This afternoon, Monsieur.

Was he in London last weekend?

Yes, Monsieur.

May I ask what you want to see him about?

I'm writing a story on famous jewels.

I gather Monsieur Alvarez has a fine collection of emeralds.

What is this word, collection?

A necklace, a bracelet, a brooch and a ring.

Heirlooms. Rare stones from India.

These emeralds have been in Monsieur's family for centuries.

Did he ever give any of them away?

He's a most generous man. He likes to make a grand gesture.

And then regrets it?

Why didn't you want me to look at it?

You are interested in jewels, Monsieur.

Didn't I see some other photographs?

It is possible. My master's career is followed with interest and appreciation.

A scrapbook of his aimless involvement?

I'm sorry, monsieur, but there are certain things the butler saw that a

butler cannot tell.

Even if the price is right?

I'm sorry, monsieur.

My paper will pay a great deal for the use of material in this book.

It is impossible, monsieur.

How much?

It is out of the question.

I have a position of trust here, you understand.

If Mr. Alvarez knew...

Where

have you been?

I've been trying to find you.

I was doing some expensive shopping with your money.

It may interest you to know that the police have picked up Henry Adams.

That's old news.

Yes, but he's been released again.

It's just possible he's innocent.

How can he be?

And I find out he knows that dreadful Fiona Foster.

I wonder if he knows any of the others.

What others?

What have you got there? A dossier on Tom Alvarez and his harem. I expect

we'll find you in here somewhere. For heaven's sake. 1944,

Josette. That's his wife.

1955, 6, 7.

1960, Sandra Martin.

1961. Look, I don't give a damn about these women.

If there's another scandal, Charles will divorce me.

I've paid you to get my ring back.

Nothing else.

Now, get it.

Marta.

Atero.

Martex.

Martin.

Sandra Martin, Eaton House, Eaton Square.

Square?

Yes? Miss Martin in?

No, she isn't. Well, I would like to see her. When do you think she'll be back?

Not today. She's shooting.

Anyone I know? At the film studios.

Any message on Mrs. Potter, our housekeeper?

Well, would you give her this and tell her it's very important she gets in

touch with me?

Don't you understand?

Very important.

Looking for this?

Let's call it truce, shall we?

Give me my gun, Lawrence. I think it's safer if I look after it, don't you?

You take a lot of risks.

Your journalist friends will pay a lot for their copy to make it worth your

while.

That's my business.

Then look after it, Mr. Adams, but keep out of mine.

You're asking for trouble, Lawrence.

As sure as I'm alive, you're gonna get it.

Hey, what's going on? That's what we want to know. Okay, just taking some

fresh air. You can explain that at the station. Come on.

Got a license?

No.

Not even yours, I suppose.

Well, since you mention it... All right.

I'm booking you with loitering with intent.

I'm carrying a weapon without a license.

Look, if you get in touch with Inspector... We'll see what he's got to

say in the morning.

Oh, at last.

Well, you've got yourself into a nice mess this time, Mr. Lawrence.

I hope you've explained to them out there that I'm a perfectly harmless

citizen.

With a loaded gun?

Where did you get it?

Oh, that's an embarrassing question.

I can imagine.

From Adams?

Sorry.

He told us that Mrs. Stewart did have something taken from her apartment.

An emerald ring.

Well, you don't say.

We've had a tale on Adams ever since we released him.

Until he gave our man the slip.

When was that?

Around 1 a.m.

Half an hour before I was picked up.

Inspector, how did the squad car get on to me?

Phone call?

Uh-huh. She wouldn't give her name.

She? That's very interesting.

You realize I could have you jailed for carrying that gun, but for the moment,

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Why? Because we're pretty sure who the thief is. Who?

Nicky McGuire.

He always left a sort of emblem wherever he did a job, out of bravado.

Did you catch him?

Mm-hmm. He got eight years.

Came out six months ago.

So all you've got to do is find McGuire.

Easier said than done.

He'll have changed his name by now.

But we'll get him.

That's all.

That's all.

Thanks for the hospitality.

Tell me, who exactly are you acting for in this case?

I'm not quite sure.

I think I'd better start acting for myself.

Hello? Speaking.

Who?

Cassandra Martin.

Could you come and see me right away?

I'd prefer to discuss it when you arrive.

Good.

That should be all right.

He's coming.

Fine. You know what to do?

Good morning.

Mr. Lawrence.

Oh, hello.

I'm Sandra Martin.

This is what you wanted to discuss.

They appeared during the night.

You keep your jewelry in there?

How clever of you to guess.

What was stolen?

A necklace or was it a bracelet?

You are clever, Mr. Lawrence.

It was a bracelet.

An emerald bracelet?

Perhaps you can even describe it.

I can do even better than that, Miss Martin.

This one.

You informed the police, of course.

Of course. Did you tell them who gave you the bracelet?

No. Why should I?

Why should you ask me to come here?

Mrs. Potter said you called yesterday.

I thought... I thought you might be able to help. Oh, let's stop playing games,

Miss Martin.

What is it Henry Adams wants you to do?

Or rather, what does he expect me to do?

He thinks... Well?

He thinks you're interfering in something that doesn't concern you.

He wants me to try and stop you.

And how would you do that?

Well, there are ways.

Like a drink?

Thanks.

Scotch? Fine.

I had a rough night in a cell last night.

Here's to crime.

And to you for calling the police last night to get me arrested.

I didn't.

You know Henry Adams well.

I see him now and then.

He gets my name in the papers. Yes, he's good at that.

Am I right in thinking that... Tom Malvares is a friend of yours?

He was.

And he gave you the bracelet?

You ask a lot of questions, Mr. Lawrence.

Yes, he did.

Did you say the door was locked last night? Of course.

Whoever did it knew his way around.

If he didn't enter by the door... He'd have to be pretty agile to get in

through the windows.

Agile. An expert on locks and with inside information.

Quite a lad.

Who does this building belong to?

Some big property company, I believe.

One of Alvaro's?

Yes.

Who else knew where the bracelet was kept?

Well, Mrs. Potter.

Catch me climbing through the window at night.

Who lives in the next apartment?

It's empty.

I see there's a window box missing.

Is that important?

It might have been. It damn near killed me. Yes, I was wondering what was going

on. Apart from the people we've mentioned, who else comes here

regularly? I can't think of anyone. Can you, Mrs. Potter?

Well, there's your pal Gordon.

My hairdresser. You should see him together.

Yakety yak, yakety yak.

Does he work for himself?

No, he works at Richet's, but he goes to the homes of a lot of his clients.

Do me a favor. Book an appointment at, say, three tomorrow at Richet's?

No, not again.

And you left everything just as you found it?

Yes.

Can you guess why Henry Adams was killed in your office?

Possibly because the murderer thought it was me sitting at the desk.

Why should anyone want to kill you, Mr. Lawrence?

Because they think I know too much.

Do you know too much?

Evidently they think I do.

What about this man you were looking for, Inspector?

Nicky Maguire. Did you find him?

Oh, yes. We found him. Did he admit he was a thief?

He didn't admit anything.

We found him in a cemetery just outside Newport Pagnol. He died three months

ago.

So, the case is still wide open.

Looks like it.

Someone using that square trademark to put us off the scent.

Have you any idea why Adams should be in your office?

I think he was trying to get hold of this book.

Only the fourth piece remains at large.

The necklace.

And you think the thief will try to steal that too?

You're probably right.

We'll have to find out who's in possession of that necklace.

I wonder if it's in a fourth square.

Fourth square, sir.

We've got three pieces of jewellery from three apartments in three London

squares.

You know, Mr Lawrence, I'm not surprised someone wants to get rid of you.

You alone?

Well, the housekeeper will be back soon.

You'd better come in here.

What do you want?

I've just come from my office.

I found Adams there with my paper knife in his back.

Your perfume, your initials, your handkerchief.

Oh. But you were in my office today.

Yes, I was waiting for you when he came in.

I begged him to keep my name out of it. Out of what?

He was going to give a story to the newspapers, linking my name with

Alvarez. He was alive when you left?

Yes, I swear it. But you had a good motive.

But I didn't do it. I didn't.

No.

No, I don't suppose you did.

I must have dropped it.

Do the police know about this?

No. Thank you.

Is that all?

Yes, for the time being.

By the way, who's your hairdresser?

I always go to Richet. No, to Gordon by any chance?

Yes, how did you know that? Does he ever come here?

Sometimes if I have to go to a premiere or a party.

Where does he do your hair?

In the bedroom?

Yes, of course. Can you remember if you ever opened your safe when he was there?

I may have done mine.

Your friend Gordon seems to get around.

What do you... Monsieur.

Good afternoon, madame.

Monsieur Alvarez asked me to deliver this to you.

Thank you. And to your husband.

Is Alvarez in London, then?

He was, monsieur, for a few hours.

Now he has flown to France.

Madame, monsieur.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you? I'm waiting for Miss Martin.

Oh, yes, sir. She's having a massage.

I'll see if she's ready.

Thank you.

Now,

Gordon, you're quite sure this color suits me, aren't you?

Oh, how can you possibly say that? It takes years off you. Years.

Well, if you say so.

It just seems strange being blonde again after quite a time.

When do you want me back?

Every week, of course. You can't just leave it.

Now, next Wednesday, same time? All right, I won't forget.

Come along, Brando.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Bye-bye.

Excuse me, are you Gordon? Sir?

Can you spare a moment?

Does it sound like it? You certainly seem to be in demand. Oh, you've no

idea. Tell me, is Miss Fiona Foster a client of yours? But of course. All the

top models insist on no one but me. Sometimes you go to them.

Well, now, but everybody's back and call. If I'm not attending to their

hair, I'm listening to their silly secrets.

Gordon, you horrid creature. Do come here, please.

You see?

I'm afraid Miss Martin will be some little time later. That's okay. I'll

wait. Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Miss Smith, the appointment book, please.

Oh, there you are. Bill!

Sorry. What's the matter? I can't wait any longer. I've got some important

business to attend to. I just remembered. I'll give you a ring.

When Michel turns the box around... Michel.

You put all the lights out except the spotlight.

That is most important. You will remember.

Can I help you, monsieur?

Are you Josette Alvarez?

Yes, I am.

Michel, you can put away the props now.

Are you...

Publicity from the newspapers?

No. No, I'm insurance agent. I'm making some inquiries about some stolen jewels.

Do you recognize these?

Oh, yes.

But these emeralds are from a part of my life which is now over. I think it's

better we should not talk of that. They belong to your ex-husband.

Not ex. We are not divorced.

They belong to his mother, but I wore them for our wedding.

Did you know he's been giving some of them away?

No.

But then I hear of my husband only what I read in the newspapers.

You mean you never see him now?

Our ways are quite separate since he has deserted me.

Alvarez pays you nothing.

Oh, do not worry for me, monsieur.

This is the life that I have chosen.

And I have our son. I work to educate him. I think it's better that he's

always traveling with me than wasting himself in the world of his father.

Yes, I see what you mean.

I'm sorry, monsieur.

If that's all you can tell me, I'll leave you. Thank you very much.

Good luck for tonight.

Oh, thank you. I'd like to catch your axe sometime.

Please do. I shall be very happy to see you here, mister... Lawrence, Bill

Lawrence. Yeah, Bill Lawrence. I will remember that. Good.

Well, goodbye for now.

Goodbye. Au revoir.

Maman, when can we go for eating?

Oh, Michel, you are hungry. Wait for me in the car, chérie. I'm coming.

What about lunch today?

I'd love to.

Where did you dash off to yesterday?

I was playing a hunch. It might have led to Adam's murderer, but it didn't. So

the race is still on.

Listen, Sandra, you haven't heard from Tom Alvarez, have you?

I'm rather interested in tracing his movements these past weeks.

Ask him yourself.

He's flying in today.

From Paris, yes.

Bill, where are you taking me to lunch?

Bill?

Bill?

Anything to tell us, Mr. Alvarez? Or any truth in the rumor that you and Miss Le

Bon are going to get married, Mr. Alvarez? I never talked to the press

about my private affairs, you know that.

But, Mr. Alvarez, I'm going to enjoy it here in England.

Have you got a message for your fans?

Do you think you're going to enjoy it here in England?

Have you any comment to make about the rooms, Mr. Bond? Any comment about the

rooms? Are you going to make a film here, Mr. Bond?

It is possible. I come to talk with the charming producer.

Could we have a couple of nice pictures, please, Mr. Bond?

No.

That's enough, boys.

Come on, Marie.

Come on.

I don't know why I'm talking to you.

Oh, you want to meet him, do you?

Well, I've got a guilt-edged invitation to a party he's giving tomorrow.

I'll need a bodyguard.

What makes you think you'll be safe with me?

Where's the party?

In his penthouse in Berkeley Square.

What did you say?

No, not that.

About Berkeley Square.

I thought you said he lived in Bruton Street.

Well, that depends.

The main entrance is in Bruton Street, but he has a private entrance round the

corner in Barclay Square.

Of course.

I'll pick you up.

Seven o'clock?

Good.

There, mademoiselle.

Looks like a million dollars.

But for you, five guineas.

Thank you so much, Gordon, especially for coming here.

Oh, not at all, mademoiselle. I always do my best work in private homes.

Coming?

Excuse me, mademoiselle. The caterers would like you to approve the

arrangements. I come at once.

Oh, my necklace.

Allow me, mademoiselle.

But not too much.

Fiona, my darling.

Oh, but you're not wearing my brooch.

Really, darling, don't you read the newspapers?

Only the sporting and financial pages, darling.

Which are you in?

Do you mind?

How do you do?

Ah, the Stuarts.

Hello, Elvira.

You know Nina, of course. Of course.

Nina.

No ring.

No ring.

The line was disconnected.

Tom!

Sandra, darling!

I've brought some friends along. I do hope you don't mind. Sandra, dear, so

long as you have come yourself, I don't mind if you bring a platoon of guards.

No. No bracelet.

Oh, this is Bill Lawrence, Alec Forbes, Jeff Harris. Well, do get yourself

something to drink.

Your little friend looks charming, Tom.

And talented, too.

Knowing your excellent taste, I don't doubt him.

I'm relying on you.

Well, I'll be watching you.

Tonight, you'll have eyes anything you want.

I hope your friends have everything they need.

I'm quite sure they have.

Surprised to see me here? Yes.

Even more surprised to see your companions.

We're as thick as thieves.

Any new developments?

I hope so.

Soon.

See you later.

My name's Bill. Bill Lawrence.

I say you're not Marie Le Bon, are you? Not THE Marie Le Bon.

You didn't know this party was being given for me? No, really.

I just stopped in with some friends.

I thought it was given in aid of the great lover's return.

Lover? Oh, there are times when I think he is more a cochon, how you say, swine.

You know, you really have got the most beautiful eyes.

You are very gallant for an Englishman.

Enjoying the party?

No, I think it is a big, big boring.

Marie is very sweet, but after you, a little bit feather-brained.

Do you think that perhaps we... Might start seeing each other again?

Why not?

Just the two of us.

We could be alone somewhere together.

You mean you want to take me out?

When? Tonight.

I know just the place.

We go?

We go.

Let her go, darling.

After all, she's only young once.

You know, I think you are very naughty being to take me away from my party.

But I like you just the same.

I'm glad of that.

Ladies and gentlemen, the star of the Embassy show, the amazing, the fabulous,

the one and only, Josette!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you very much.

And now for my... Let me move your chair.

I am going to call on the assistance of some very kind gentleman in the

audience.

Oh, monsieur, thank you very much.

I'll be right back.

Good evening, monsieur.

Good evening.

Oh, he's a kind gentleman, isn't he? Isn't he nice?

Now I tell you what I am going to do. I am going to get into this box here.

And then you will lock me in. And then Michel will...

Spin the box around, and voila!

A big surprise for you.

Au revoir!

What is it? I have felt somebody's hands around my throat. Somebody has tried to

steal my necklace.

Monsieur, if you please, the key.

I'll take you home.

Thank

you

very much, ladies and gentlemen.

And now, from the mysterious Orient.

Yes, mademoiselle, I have just dismissed the caterers. Ah, Bill, will you come in

for a moment?

Thank you. No, I've had enough excitement one evening.

Good night.

Bonsoir, chérie.

Good night, monsieur.

Oh, is Monsieur Alvarez?

I think he took Miss Sandra Martin home.

Oh. Oh, I'm going to bed.

Good night, mademoiselle.

What the devil are you playing at? This is my apartment.

Inspector Forbes, sir. I shall have to ask you to come along with me.

What are you all doing here in my bedroom?

We have reason to believe you can help us with our inquiries. Inquiries? What

about? Two murders and the theft of jewels from three of your lady friends.

I gave them as presents. Why should I want to steal them back?

Excuse me, I thought I had... It's all right. You can go back to bed. But what

has happened, monsieur?

It's all right. We've got the man we're looking for.

Come along, sir. If you're mad, I know nothing of this. You'll be a laughing

stock in the morning. I'll sue the lot of you.

I apologize, miss. You won't be disturbed again.

Good night.

I cannot believe such things.

I shall want to ask you some questions about Mr. Alvarez in the morning. Yes,

monsieur, of course.

Good night. Good night, monsieur.

It's all right, Marie. Everything worked out.

Josette Alvarez, the four-square thief. The jewels were mine.

I'm still his wife. It was not stealing.

It was not stealing when you tried to kill me with a window box. Or ran me

down with a car. Or stabbed me in the back with a paper knife. Except that you

picked the wrong man. I did it for Michel, our son. I would never divorce

Alvarez. He cared nothing for me. Save your statement to the police. They'll be

here right away.

What has happened?

No, no, leave me. Leave me.

The jewels are mine.

Are you all right? Yes, I'm all right.

It seems your plan went like clockwork, Inspector.

Thanks to your cooperation.

I was glad to give help.

Josette must have seen us drive off with Alvarez and thought it quite safe to

break in.

But how did she know who had the jewels and where they were kept?

She didn't know until he told her.

Me, Monsieur?

Yes, you, Monsieur.

You were the only one who knew who had been given the jewels.

But why should I... Why?

Because you could never resist money.

No doubt she paid you well.

But I did nothing. It was Josette. You were an accessory before, during and

after the fact.

You were right after all, Mr. Lawrence.

The case was solved in the fourth square.