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Bye.

Hey, Hunter Willie!

We were fools to come down.

It's no use you trying to pretend.

This account must be settled. Now.

Landlord, where's the whiskey I ordered?

Downstairs.

I'll bring her up as soon as you settle this lot. I'm going to the bank in the

morning. I shall leave the car.

I see.

It's your last chance, you know.

Eighteen pounds, six shillings.

Well, I said we were fools to come down. Not we, mother.

You've always been a fool and you will never learn.

You can't get above a petty sneak thief and a knife.

You have no imagination.

We don't want imagination. We want dough.

And this has been useful.

So you still carry that thing?

I thought I told you this affair was to be bloodless.

You told me. You tell me this. You tell me that.

You call yourself the brains of the outfit.

Who got us into this mess? Who keeps saying, wait another day. Fox is bound

to turn up.

You are the fool, Dacia.

If you ever call me a fool again, I shall kill you.

And the killing will be bloodless.

Where are you going?

Since I cannot take a drink, I shall take some air.

Coming? I suppose so.

Maybe we'll meet Charlie Fox.

After you, mother.

All right.

It's Fox.

It's Charlie Fox.

Dead? Yes.

Head splashed in.

Couldn't be.

Couldn't be the cliff. He's too far out.

Couldn't be the tide. He's practically dry.

Balmora, there's the end of a crook. And the end of a chase.

No wonder we couldn't find him.

We'll never know what he was after.

And we'll never be able to muscle in. I wonder if...

The

water's hardly touched it. There must be 30 quid of this a penny.

What have you got there?

What's that?

Diamonds.

Diamonds.

What is it, Morgan? Begging your pardon, Mr. Duncan, but there's a body down at

the mortuary shed. Well?

Well, we think it's a suicide.

Nonsense. We don't have suicides in Trigawith. Dr.

Gray says it is. He's down there examining the body now.

And we think, begging your pardon, sir, he thinks that you might know the man.

It's official.

Drive on, Philip.

It's official, Mr. Duncan.

All right, let's get it over. Jump in, Morgan. Very good, sir.

Here we are, sir.

Good afternoon, Mr. Duncan.

Not a pleasant sight, I'm afraid, but the features are untouched. Do you mind?

Hmm.

This man came to see me on business.

He gave me the name of Edward Randall.

Could you give me his address, sir? I believe he was staying at Rossley Farm.

But hasn't he left any papers?

There was nothing in his room, and his pockets were practically empty.

I thought perhaps you might be able to help him. I cannot help you, Father.

But, uh...

Could you tell me the nature of the business, sir? No.

Well, he wanted to buy my property, the Tregard with mine.

Come along, Wayne. Yes. Good afternoon.

Sorry to have kept you, Dick.

Oh, hello, Daddy. We've had our tea. It's in the drawing room. Thank you,

Stella. Excuse me, sir. Later, Warren. Later.

I wish you wouldn't smoke in here.

You know how I detest it.

Lots of things you don't like, aren't there, Duncan?

Policemen and dead bodies.

And you.

Thanks.

So Randall wanted to buy the mine.

Quite a lot of people are interested in buying Trigavis.

Only last week someone offered you more than twice its value, and you turned it

down. The price of tin has risen, and there are many speculators.

That's not the reason.

Someone's trying to force you to sell. He's not too particular about his

method. And he's trying it on the wrong man.

You will sell the mine, and I will take half the proceeds.

What do you mean?

My dear Duncan, you don't imagine I've enjoyed toadying to you?

Putting on an act?

Pretending to be the soapy secretary?

It was only useful because people thought I was so harmless.

I'm not really, you know.

And now that I've found that letter about you killing a man some years ago,

and now that Mr. Randall has turned up, or rather his body, well, I ask you.

You don't think that I killed Randall, do you? Yes. You liar.

You know that isn't true.

You're lying about him and you're lying about the letter.

How does it read? What's in it?

Oh, so you admit there is a letter? No.

It reads, I, James Duncan, confess that on the night of June the

17th, 1920, I killed Robert Martindale.

This act was done in a fit of temper.

Then comes some maudlin sentiment finishing up with something about

bringing up his daughter Stella and the belief that I am her father.

Correct?

Lord knows why you bothered to keep the thing. But murder is a vain.

Well, Duncan, how about it?

Supposing I refuse to settle.

Then a lot of people will get a surprise, including Stella. And if I

agree, what is to prevent me from altering my will afterwards?

Well, it's all very simple.

First, you will sack young Warren, the girl seeing too much of him.

And after that?

And after that?

Oh, after that, purely as a matter of form, and as a guarantee that I receive

your money, you will see to it that I marry Stella. You dumb and crossing

thief! I'd rather hang than see Stella marry you! It's the mind! It's the mind!

What?

The violence is set to work!

A bad show, Mr. Duncan.

Second good in the month.

Yes, Inspector.

What was it?

Dynamite? Yes.

The whole of the new working's blocked.

The water's coming into the third level.

Where'd they get the stuff?

10 to 1. It was from the shed.

Have you checked up? Not yet, sir. Well, get on with it, man. Get on with it. I'd

better take the stock book.

All dynamite signed, Paul. Thank you, sir.

Oh, sorry, Sergeant.

Excuse me, sir, but there's a Mr. Beals outside.

Said he's got something that might be of interest to you.

Who is this Mr. Beals?

He's head of the Local Health and Strength Society.

You know, sir, all orange juice and sandals.

All right, show him in.

Be good, sir.

This way, sir.

Mr. Beals.

Good evening, gentlemen.

I'm Inspector Cotter from Bodmin.

You know these gentlemen?

Of course, sir. Good evening, Mr. Duncan. Good evening. Mr.

Warren. Good evening.

Well, Mr. Beers, what are you to tell us?

May I sit down? Do.

Well, I was walking past the mine last night.

What time?

It would be about 11 o'clock.

And I saw a man come out of a shed.

It may have been two men, but I couldn't swear to that.

What made you go past the mine?

It's close to my favorite walk.

It was a perfect night with a grand moon.

And in spite of a grand moon, you cannot be sure.

Whether it was one man or two.

Moon shadows, Inspector. Moon shadows. And my eyes, of course. Of course. Mr.

Duncan, do you suspect anyone?

I've arrived at the state of mind where I suspect everybody.

Including you, Inspector. Well, thank you, sir. Oh, you know what I mean.

Somebody is deliberately working to get me out of the mind.

I've been pestered to sell by phone, by letter, even in person.

Meaning Randall? Of course. Who else?

Was there anyone else, Mr. Duncan? No. No one else.

If it hadn't been for the slackness of my manager...

This would never have happened. But, Mr. Duncan, you can't blame me for... I

blame you for everything.

I no longer require your services.

That's most unfair, sir. I must take exception to... You can take what

exception you like. This is hardly a matter for public discussion, is it, Mr.

Duncan?

Anything more, Mr. Beals?

No, Inspector.

That is all. Just one man, or perhaps two.

Mr. Duncan, I suppose you won't be sorry to get rid of the place.

What the hell do you mean?

I just wondered if I should be getting a new neighbor.

That is all.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Can I have a few words with you in private, sir? No.

Well, I must go and take a look at that dynamite store.

By the way, Mr. Duncan, what's your step?

What do you mean, Cotter?

Well, anyone who wants that mine wants it badly. Are you suggesting that my

life is in danger?

If anything were to happen to you, Mr. Duncan, somebody might think your

daughter would sell.

See you later.

Now look here, sir. I really must be quick. I have nothing further to say,

except that in future you will keep away from my daughter.

First of all, you sack me without any reason or excuse.

Then you try to run Stella's life and mine. Believe me, Mr. Duncan, I won't

stand for it. I am ordering you to get out of my life and out of this district.

Is that clear? I'll see you in... If you think you can run my life like you run

your employees, you're very mistaken.

Sir.

Who's there?

Stella, father.

Father, but I must talk to you.

You know why. Yes, it's about Warren, isn't it? Of course. I've just left him.

I'm sorry, Stella, but you do not understand.

But I do, Father, only too well.

Someone's been getting at you.

Someone who wants Dick's job. And you've been so foolish and weak-minded that

you've given way.

I won't have it, Father. Dick and I are in love.

He's the best manager you've ever had.

And now he's being made a scapegoat for some rotten underhand work.

You daren't give a reason. You daren't.

Now listen to me, Stella.

There is a perfectly good reason for Warren's discharge, but please, please

don't ask me now.

Oh, no, Mr. Duncan, that would be most unwise.

Please forgive me. The door was open.

I couldn't help it over here. Is there anything I can do? Yes.

Get out.

Philip, you know about this injustice.

Your father's private secretary.

Why has Dick, Mr. Warren, been sacked? I have already told you that I will not

answer that question.

Neither will Mr. Rainsford. I should think not, Mr. Duncan.

You see, Miss Stella, Mr. Warren may be a most presentable young man, but does

that necessarily imply that he's an eligible one? He can't have done

anything wrong. He can't have.

It's a put-up job, and you're at the back of it.

Isn't he, Father?

I can't say.

Stella, please go to your room, and I promise you that in the morning you

shall have a full explanation.

Please leave us.

Very well.

It's two to one at the moment.

But tomorrow Dick will be here, and then, Father, we shall want the truth.

And there'll be no need for a secretary.

Well, well, now you'll have to do something, won't you? Look here,

Rainsford, you have got me like that.

But you're not going to bring grief on Stella, understand?

Perfectly, but you haven't enough money to satisfy my needs, so you'll have to

sell the mine. And sell Stella to you.

Do you imagine that I could do that?

Why, she loathes the sight of you.

Possibly, but it'll have to be done, won't it? No.

I shall tell Stella the truth.

That you are not her father, and that you're a murderer?

Think again, Duncan.

Now, you've the rest of the night to think up some excuse.

You ought to be good at that.

Happy dreams.

What is it? Repeat your instructions.

I'm to break into the library of Mr. Duncan's house, force the safe, and take

out the paper marked Tragar with mine, 1895.

I'm to bring it to you.

Correct. Now go.

I address my appeal.

to Mr.

Sexton Blake of Baker Street, London.

My name is James Duncan, and I reside at Tregarwith House,

Tregarwith Corn.

I am threatened on all sides, by Rainsford, my secretary, by Warren, my

manager, by frightening intangible things which are fast closing in on me.

This record of my voice may convey my distress and fear, and I charge you to

erase it from the wax, but not from your mind.

Please help me, Mr. Lee.

For the love of pity.

Mr. Sexton Blake of Baker Street, London.

My name is James Duncan, and I reside at Tregarwith House, Tregarwith Cornwall.

In the year 1920 in Malaya, I shot a man.

This act was committed in a fit of temper, and in consequence, I have

suffered ever since.

I charge you to erase it from the wax, but not from your mind.

Please help me, Mr. Blake, for the love of pity.

Morning, Sergeant.

Good morning, Mr. Blake. How are you? Very well indeed, sir. Thank you. Have I

got your message?

Oh, yes.

Do you mind if I have a look at your visitor's list?

Not at all, sir.

There you are.

Thanks.

You know, Mr. Blake, we don't get much fun around these parts.

I see a murder, and that there cliff accident's been like a breath of fresh

air to us. Yes, I dare say.

Who are these two chaps, DeLacy and Robinson?

Oh, they've been two gentlemen staying down at the fisherman's rest.

But they're all right, sir.

Identity cards and everything proper.

No wonder.

Do you mean fake, sir?

Maybe. Oh, dear.

What do they look like?

Well, sir, first man's a bit of a gent, well-dressed.

Second's rather rough-looking, you know, a bit tough-like.

I see.

Tell me, did you go to Duncan's library after the murder? No, sir, I was on duty

here. Constable Morgan went along with Inspector Cotter. Oh, yes, I know

Inspector Cotter.

Who's Morgan?

Wartime constable, sir, sent down here from London.

He's in there now, a bit of a worker he is. Let's have a word with him, shall

we? Certainly, sir.

Morgan!

Yes, Sergeant? Oh, Morgan, we have a visitor here. A very important one. Not

half. Mr. Sexton Blake.

Oh, and how did you know?

Well, I've seen his pictures.

How are you, Mr. Blake? How do you do?

Sergeant Crosby tells me you investigated the murder with Inspector

Cotter. That's right, sir.

Where was Duncan when you found him? Sitting at his desk. His head had fallen

on his arms.

Show me.

Certainly, sir.

Excuse me, Sergeant, but you're dead.

Like that.

And the wound?

Just there, sir.

The bullet had been fired from the direction of the French window and by

someone who was standing.

I don't know that.

Well, sir, the bullet had entered the head in a downward direction.

Good for you.

Thank you, sir.

Everybody's for me?

Oh, yes. I'm sorry, Sergeant.

I understand that Inspector Cotter has arrested Mr. Warren.

That's right, sir. He's in there now.

Inspector seems very sure of his ground.

Yes, he's always like that, sir. Well, sir, they've got evidence.

They've found a revolver in Mr. Warren's office drawer and the blasted bullet

fits. I see.

Was anything missing from the library?

Yes, sir. Mr. Duncan's safe had been opened with his keys, and someone had

taken an old plan of the cigar with mine.

Was that all?

That's all, sir. I don't know.

Well, Mr. Rainsford checked the contents.

I see.

Sergeant, can I have a word with Mr. Warren now?

Unofficial, sir. Unofficial.

Very good, sir.

This way, please.

Mr. Blake, to see you, Mr. Warren, sir.

There you are, sir.

Thanks.

Hello, Mr. Warren. How do you do, Mr. Blake? This is an honor. They told me

you were in Tregarbeth.

They? Well, Stella Duncan.

Oh, yes.

Sit down.

Thank you.

I've only had a formal meeting with her. Of course, I didn't ask her any

questions. Thank you, sir.

Is there anything I can do? Anything?

Have you any theory as to why Duncan was being pestered to sell the mine?

No, sir. It beats me.

The workings weren't particularly valuable.

We certainly hadn't struck a new load of tin.

Any existing set of plans?

Only one set. They're in Mr. Duncan's safe.

You mean they were?

You mean they're missing?

Stolen?

Yes.

Mr. Blake, you don't think I stole them after... After... After you shot Duncan?

Yes.

Do you think that I did?

Thank you, Mr. Blake. Thank you very much.

But why commit a murder to steal some old plans?

Why try to buy a mine and then blow it up?

Sounds nonsense, doesn't it? Yes, certainly does. Very dangerous nonsense,

Mr. Warren.

Well, cheer up.

You and I'll be having a drink together soon. It'll be on me, sir.

Thank you. It's all right.

Very good, sir. I understand.

Goodbye, sir. Sergeant. Sergeant.

Yes, sir. Better lock him in. He's dangerous.

Easy, sir.

About as dangerous as you are.

You're right, sir.

Tell me, how do we get to the place where they found the suicide?

What's the matter, Morgan?

Well, Mr. Baker, speaking personally and entirely out of turn, I don't think it

was suicide.

You've no right to say that, Morgan. Dr. Gray says it was.

Your reasons, Morgan? Well, he couldn't have fallen from the cliff, sir. The

body was too far away.

He might have been washed up at the tide. No, sir.

His clothes were practically dry.

Let's see.

How do I get down to the beach?

Oh, when you go out of here, sir, turn left.

Take the narrow path that lies straight ahead of you.

That'll lead you down to the sands.

The cave near where the body was found is on your right.

Thanks. Thank you, Sergeant.

That's all right, sir.

Good day, sir.

Who do you think you are, Sexton Blake? Yeah, no, but I'd like to be.

Oh.

What are you doing in here?

Down, quickly.

I heard some shooting.

Someone's just taken a pot at me. They're in there.

They're trying to get away.

Any other exit by this one?

No, he can't get out without passing us.

You stay here. I'm going in. I'm coming with you.

Watch this.

What's that? Looks like concrete.

Tis. The mouth and strength lunatics that brought the house up above had it

done. Thought to see it bring the cliff down.

By the way, what's your name?

Tom Furbis.

Lived in Chicago with all my life.

What's yours, anyway?

Sexton Blake.

Sexton Blake?

No wonder they couldn't hit you.

with the exact points coming in.

Coming in pretty fast.

You're right, sir.

Good morning, landlord.

Morning, sir.

Mr. DeLacy and Mr. Robinson in? Yes, sir. They're upstairs.

Bit of a party on, eh?

Well, the fact is, sir, they're celebrating.

Oh, celebrating what?

Well, they've had a bit of a windfall, sir.

Hmm.

They're old friends of mine. Do you mind if I go up? Not at all, sir.

Number two room, sir. Top of the stairs.

Thanks.

Together.

Together. Together.

Together. Together.

Together. Together.

Together. Together.

Together.

Together. Together.

What is this, a rest cure?

Sit down, Blake.

No, thanks. Have a drink? It'll be up in a minute.

No, thanks.

So, Mrs. DeLacy and Robinson have come into money, eh?

It was a gift.

Yes, I'll bet it was.

In more senses than one.

Where'd you get it?

I'll be frank with you, Blake.

We found it on King, your mouth shut.

Oh, on the beach.

It's where the late Charles Fox contributed.

You and I are old enemies.

You know that I know too much about you.

Now, why are you here?

Are you prepared to bargain?

Yes. I'll talk and you won't... Exactly.

We followed Fox because we thought he was on to something good.

He was.

But it didn't help him. He was past that.

You didn't kill him, Paul. I know that.

But you're no killer.

Now, our friend Meadow... I didn't do it.

No, for once I'll believe you.

You don't use a blunt instrument.

Go on.

He had money on him.

We were broke, so we... Naturally.

Come in.

There you are, gentlemen.

Two pounds ten out of a fiver.

Control price 25 and 9. Nice going.

I know that, sir. But if I want it, I have to pay for it.

What a wicked world this is. He said get him.

Sure? No, thanks.

I knew Fox.

He was a diamond man.

He never went after anything else.

Where are they?

Here. I see.

Well, why didn't you clear out immediately afterwards?

We wanted some walk.

So?

Fox had been training Duncan.

That night I went into Duncan's house, just to investigate.

Is the bargain still on?

Yes, yes.

I saw Duncan killed.

Who was it?

I didn't see his face.

He was of medium height, rather thin.

Did you follow him?

No. I don't like guns.

Well, thanks, Dossier. I advise both of you to stay here. It mightn't be healthy

if you try to leave.

By the way, Marat...

The diamonds.

Not on your life.

Well,

I'll be seeing you, Lazio.

Oh, and try to keep Mara off the whisky. Usually is the problem.

Well, thanks, Morgan. It's been very useful. Thank you, sir.

Will you tell Miss Duncan I'll be in the drawing room? Yes, sir.

By the way, have you ever had a look at Darcy and Meryl's identity cards? Yes,

sir.

They call themselves the Lacey and Robinson.

Sounds like a musical act, doesn't it, sir? Yes. Do you want me to get busy on

them? No, I think they're more useful as they are.

Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Blake. Hello, Miss Duncan.

Hello, Morgan. Hello, Miss Sellers. It's very kind of you to give us this

interview. There are just one or two points, you know.

Certainly. How is Mr. Warren? Oh, he's fine. We'll have him out in a day or

two. No, thank you.

Won't you sit down?

Thanks. And Morgan? Thank you.

Now, on the day of the explosion, you and Mr. Warren went into the library and

saw... Saw Mr.

Duncan trying to throttle me. Mr. Blake, my name is Rainsford. I was secretary to

Mr. Duncan. I know. I was about to send for you. That too saved you the trouble.

Stella, my dear, I want to work with you alone.

I'm sorry, Philip, but Mr.

Blake... Mr. Blake can wait.

Mr. Blake can't.

I advise you to keep your nose out of this business. I don't like snoopers,

particularly unofficial ones.

Why was Mr. Duncan trying to throttle you?

Come in.

Oh, excuse me, Miss Stella, but a Mr. Beals has called.

Oh, Beals? Who's that, Morgan? He's an expert in health and strength stuff. Oh,

I must try and get him on my side.

Tell Mr.

Beals he can go.

Yes, Alice.

Please ask Mr. Beals to come in here.

Yes, miss.

Mr. Beals is the head of a movement known as the Lotus Society.

Oh, yes. Their headquarters are in the house on the cliff, just above the

beach. Oh, are they?

Mr. Beals.

Good afternoon, Miss Duncan.

Oh, Mr.

Rainsford.

I thought I would take this opportunity to offer my condolences.

Why, it's Constable Morgan.

I'm afraid I haven't the pleasure... Oh, and Mr. Sexton Blake.

Sexton...

Sexton Blake.

Honored, my dear sir.

Honored. Thanks.

But surely Baker Street is... Oh, Mr. Blake's on holiday.

Funny way of spending a holiday.

I'm sorry. Dear, dear, how unfortunate.

War nerves, I've no doubt.

Mr. Rainsford should try my cure.

Through health and strength we come to happiness.

Yes.

So you live in the house on the cliff, Mr. Wheels?

Yes. We started this little community to do what we can in our small way to

improve the world.

Very ambitious.

Many members?

A dozen or so, but all enthusiasts.

You must pay me a visit, sir.

Oh, I will.

By the way, there's a cave immediately beneath your house.

That is correct. I had a part of it shored up with concrete. We were

frightened of erosion.

The sea, you know. It was rather dangerous.

Still is.

Someone took a pot at me down there.

Do you mean he fired at you?

Mm-hmm. But how shocking.

Did you see your assailant? No.

He must have shifted that concrete wall of yours. One of your members, no doubt,

Mr. Fields.

One of my members, Mr. Blake? Health and strength, you know.

Oh, I see.

Excellent, excellent.

Well, I'm glad to see you safe and sound.

Thanks.

Tommy Morgan?

Yes, sir. Good afternoon, miss. Good afternoon.

Perhaps we can continue our talk tomorrow? Yes, of course. Goodbye.

I look forward to our meeting, Mr. Beales.

Oh, yes.

Don't forget.

I won't.

Bye, Mr. Beales.

What did you make of him?

Oh, I don't know, sir. A bit fishy, perhaps.

But I must say, even his crazy gag never caused us any trouble.

You're on duty tonight.

Yes, sir.

I want you to carry out a little experiment for me.

What's that?

Call up Beales' place about midnight.

Knock him up and...

Say, you thought you heard someone moving about in the grounds.

All right.

But don't you go getting into any more trouble, sir. We've got another round

here already.

Don't you worry about me.

Now, look here. Let's just run for it. Now we're home.

I'd like to check up on... What on earth made you think I'd consider buying the

mine? Oh, just a hunch and a voice on the telephone asking Mr. Duncan if he

would sell. It was you, wasn't it? You're wrong.

Telephones. I detest the things.

Look here, Beals. We've been fencing long enough.

I don't know what you're really up to, and I don't care.

All I do know is that you're desperate for the mine.

So desperate that you or one of your bunch killed Mr. Duncan when he refused

to sell, hoping that Stella Duncan would part with it. That's a very serious

charge. Murder's a very serious matter, but that part of it doesn't worry me.

All I want is a big commission, and I think I could force Miss Duncan to sell.

Well, as a matter of fact, I own a certain document which I think might

interest you.

Only, before we talk money, there's something I want to check up on. It's in

my safe. I'll get it.

Someone's been at the safe.

Stay where you are, Rainsford.

What is it?

Who could have got into this house tonight? Not a soul. Carl and I saw to

that. There's been a burglary.

Now get out and search the house. And search him.

Go on, take him with you.

Oh, look here, Bills, I... Go on, get busy.

Come out of that.

I've got you covered.

Oh, so it's you.

Still on holiday.

Give me what you took from that safe.

I can't. It's still there.

Yes, sir, you certainly scared him last night. The night shift thought you was a

ghost.

You know, sir, they're very superstitious in these parts.

Well, frankly, I can't blame them. The events of the past few days have been

enough to scare most people.

How are you feeling now, Mr. Blake? Oh, fine, thanks. Ready for anything.

Good. Another cup of coffee? No, thank you, sir.

Tell me, what are you going to do about Master Beals?

Just now, there's not very much I can do.

You see, I made an unlawful entry and was rightly chased out of the house.

I can't prove I was shoved down that shaft.

But what about the plan of the mines, stolen from Duncan's and found by you in

Beale's house?

Now practically destroy the water, no.

That's not good enough, Morgan.

I have got to make Rainsford repeat in front of witnesses what I heard him say

to Beale's last night.

And I think I know how to do it.

Come in.

Yes, Mrs. Trevelyan.

There's a telephone call for Mr. Morgan, sir. Oh, thanks. All right, Morgan.

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir. You said just now you were ready for anything.

Yes, that's right.

Well, they've just found Rainsford dead in his bedroom.

His throat's been cut.

Get a car, quickly. Very good, sir.

Oh, it's Duncan.

I'm so sorry.

Excuse me, miss. May I go up to the room?

Yes. I'll be up in a minute, Morgan. All right.

It's all right. Go.

Just can't sit down. Must have been a rough experience for you.

Feeling cold?

Yes.

Here, I'll drink this coffee.

Thank you.

You sent for the doctor?

Yes, he's on his way.

Good.

Take these tablets. It'll make you feel better.

Thank you.

Too far, Mr. Rainsford.

Did you?

Did you...

Hear a noise or just find him?

Wade was frightened of him.

I took him his usual cup of tea and I saw...

I saw... Yes, yes, I know.

Why should I suffer like this?

Why should Daddy be taken from him and taken?

And now this has happened. Why?

Why? Just lie back and relax a little while.

You'll feel better, won't you?

This way, sir.

Oh, Alice, will you go and keep an eye on Miss Dutton? She'll fall asleep in a

minute or two. Yes, sir. Dr. Gray? Yes?

My name's Blake, Sexton Blake. How do you do? I'm sorry to have been so long.

I've had a lot of trying, Kate. It's been up all night. Oh, I understand.

Let's go upstairs, shall we? Hmm.

How's Miss Teller?

Suffering from severe shock. Have you given her a sedative? Good.

Is this the room, Morgan? Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Well? Bit of a mess, sir. I haven't touched anything.

How's the young lady?

Oh, a bit hysterical, but she'll be asleep in a minute. Oh, good, sir.

He's left a note. A long one. A confession.

A confession? Yes. It's lying open on the desk.

He says he shot Duncan and hid the gun in Warren's office.

Morgan, that's very, very interesting.

Doctor's finished his examination.

I think he needs a wash after that lot.

He's been a bit quick, hasn't he?

Oh, I don't know, sir. It's pretty obvious.

Hmm. What razor did Rainsford use?

Duncan's. He got his initials on it.

Unmistakable suicide.

He's up to confession.

Well, there's nothing else I can do at the moment.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Come on.

Here it is, sir.

I, Philip Rainsford, presiding at Tragarwith House, Tragarwith, Cornwall.

confessed that I shot my employer, James Douglas Duncan.

We had been old enemies for several years, and affairs between us had

gradually grown worse.

My salary was an extremely poor one, and he refused to increase it.

Also, he stood in the way of my marriage to his daughter, Stella.

I shot him with a revolver that had been in my possession, and hid the gun in the

desk of Mr. Warren's office, hoping that the crime would be pinned on him.

Because of the worries that I had been recently experiencing, my nerves had

been in an extremely disturbed state.

And to this end, I had a violent quarrel with a man known as Charles Fox, alias

Randall. This took place a few nights ago on the edge of a cliff.

He goes on to say how he'd like his body to be disposed of.

Right specimen, eh, sir?

No wonder he got tired of life.

He didn't.

He was murdered.

What, sir?

Take a look.

Blake. Hello, Carter.

Who in the name of Blue Blazes gave you leave to interfere?

Morgan, you're exceeding your duties.

I'm afraid we're both guilty of that, Inspector, but you may thank me later

on. Remember the last case? I'm not concerned with the last case. I'm

concerned with this one.

Inspector, Morgan and I have been in the library.

Morgan.

Yes, sir? Oh, get out of here.

The pupils of his eyes are contracted and there's the puncture of a

hypodermic.

When a man decides to cut his throat, he doesn't take a morphine injection.

It might deaden the pain, but it would weaken him.

You mean he'd be strong enough to write, but not to cut?

Exactly.

I bet he also confesses to trying to sabotage the mine.

Yes, he takes the blame for everything that happened. Very obliging of Mr.

Rainsford, isn't it?

But Dr. Gray said it was suicide.

He never spotted the eyes.

What a doctor. I expect he's overworked and takes things at their face value.

So you, Morgan, you know, you thought it was suicide, too.

That's true enough.

Then was Rainsford forced into that condition and then murdered?

He was.

Suicide, plain as a pikestaff.

You see?

Well, what's the mystery?

I'll strike a bargain with you, Inspector.

What is it? You forget about exceeding duties and I'll put you onto something

good.

Or bad.

Okay, Blaine. Let's have it.

Come in.

Hello, Blake. How are you? Fine, thanks. How are you, Lars? Pretty fit.

What can I do for you?

I just want to know if you can identify these for me.

Is this an official visit?

Partly.

I've seen these before.

But where?

When?

I've got it.

They're from the Vanderholmen, Nicholas.

He tried to sell them in Amsterdam in 1939.

Amsterdam.

But nobody bought them. No, he was unlucky.

Well, what happened?

Well, by rights, they should still be there.

Unless, of course, Jerry walked in and helped himself.

Which is exactly what he did do. Now they're here.

And now they're your property.

I hope.

Isn't it strange how diamonds get around?

Isn't it?

Well, I'll be seeing you, Lance.

Tea? No, I can't stop now.

Let's get along to the home office before they shut.

Sir Horace Cranston will see you now, sir.

Oh, right-o. Thank you.

Hello, Sir Horace. Oh, hello, Blake. This is an unexpected pleasure. Sit

down. Can I be of use to you this time?

Well, I'm just up from Cornwall. Place Courtred Garwith. I've been working on a

case down there.

I know.

A fellow called Rainsford.

Wrote a confession, committed suicide.

Hardly in my land of country.

But there must be something else back of it or you wouldn't be here.

Well, in the first place, it wasn't a voluntary confession.

And in the second place, it wasn't suicide.

The whole thing is a security matter.

That's why I'm here, before giving details to the police. What is it, enemy

agent? Yes.

Are they after the mine?

Pretty much so. Then why follow their nest by committing murders?

Well, they didn't want to.

Two of the deaths didn't appear to be murders in the first place.

Look, I made these notes on the way up.

Thanks. They give full details, together with my theories.

What started you thinking on security lines?

Diamonds. They were stolen with Charlie Fox.

His murder was the first link in the chain.

Diamonds? How did you get them?

Oh, they came into my possession.

You know, stones of that value could only be stolen from the trade. They came

from Amsterdam.

Amsterdam. That's it.

Now occupied with the Germans.

Well, I'll leave my notes with you, Sir Horace, and thanks for seeing me. Thanks

for seeing me, and I get to work on this. Good.

You're going back to Cornwall? Yes, I want to see what's going on in that

mine. I think there's some dirty work at the crossroads. Well, take care of

yourself. I can do that, all right.

Well, goodbye.

I had your wire. Dinner's all ready.

Good. Any messages?

Yes, there's a gentleman to see you. He's in the waiting room.

He's Inspector from the yard. Oh.

Don't let your dinner spoil, sir. Oh, well.

Evening, Inspector.

Good evening, Mr. Blake.

I'm Inspector Rickson.

Inspector Cotter telephoned me from Trigavis. Oh, yes. What can I do for

you? Just put your hands up.

Oh. So that's it?

Yes, that's it.

Now, go into the hall, pick up your bag, and tell your servant that you have to

return to Cornwall.

And if I refuse?

Oh, Mr. Blake, you're too wise a man to refuse.

Perhaps you're right.

Uh, Mabel?

Yes, sir?

An unexpected development has arisen. I have to return to Cornwall at once.

Oh, but your dinner. You must have your dinner.

I'm so sorry, but this is a very pressing matter, isn't it, Mr. Blake?

Very pressing.

Your bag.

You must have your bank.

Oh, yes.

I'll never cook you another dinner as long as I live.

He's coming round.

It's about time.

The next time you bash, don't bash so hard.

This'll do the trick.

The mastermind is recovering.

Take off the bandage.

We brought you here to make you talk.

And unless you talk as much as we want, this will be the last case you'll ever

handle.

Oh, it's no use trying to find me.

I can see you, but you can't see me.

To savor the trouble of lying.

Now, why did you visit the Home Office?

Why not the police?

That'll come later.

Oh, no, it won't.

Was the Home Office impressed?

Very.

Why do you think we want the mine?

It couldn't be as an advanced base for invasion, could it?

What is the name of the official you saw at the Home Office?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Carl, let him have it.

Well, what is his name?

Mr... Mr. John Travers.

That's better.

Now, Mr. Blake, you are going to write a letter.

All right, Werner.

You will address the letter to Mr. John Travers.

Werner, see if there is a Mr.

John Travers at the Home Office.

So that's how Rainsford wrote his confession.

Well, Werner? There is no Mr. Travers at the Home Office.

You should keep your records up to date.

Otto, some music, please.

And make it loud.

Mr. John Travers! You're lying.

There's no such person as John Travers. Are you going to give me...

Something sweeter than tea this time. You read that, Mr. Warren.

Release? Yes, sir. Release.

Sergeant, you're as welcome as the flowers in May.

You don't look much like a flower, do I, sir?

And I can sell Mr. Blake that drink, I promised him. Mr. Blake ain't back yet,

sir. Well, you'll do it for the moment. And Morgan.

Yes, sir.

May I?

Official, sir.

Very official.

Thank you.

Hello, Morgan.

Hello, Mr. Warren.

What's the matter, Charlie?

Not in the first three?

Listen to this.

Famous detective's tragic end.

Sexton Blake killed in blackout accident.

Sexton Blake, the world famous criminologist of Baker Street, is

believed to have been knocked down by a car during the blackout.

He died on his way to the hospital and was subsequently identified by highly

applaused officials at the home office and Scotland Yard.

Can't be true.

He was murdered the same as the rest of them.

Oh, Dick, Dick, darling, they phoned me about your... What's the matter?

What is it?

Sarah, darling, there's a report here of Blake's death.

Oh, nonsense.

Hello?

Who?

Mr. Koenig? Oh, hello, Tom.

Mr. Preston, Minister of Mines at seven o'clock?

What's this in aid of?

Oh, I see.

Righto, Tom.

That was Tom Koenig, foreman up at the mine.

He's had a message.

A Mr Preston, Minister of Mines, is coming down to inquire into the

sabotage. Wants me to be there at seven o'clock.

You'd better come too, Mr Warren.

They're ready for you, Sergeant.

Oh, dear.

Who's in there, Mr Warren?

Well, there's Mr.

Preston, Minister of Mines. He's a bit tough.

There's the Chief Constable, Colonel Wilkes, of course. And, uh,

Representative of the Home Office.

Credibly, we'll call Mr. Jordan.

And our friend Cotter.

Come on.

This is Sergeant Cotter, sir.

Good evening, sir.

Oh, wait, Sergeant. Come in.

How long have you been in Chicago, Sergeant?

About, uh, 12 years, sir.

Hmm. These explosions at the mine, any theories?

Unofficial, sir. Of course.

Well, sir, I've always had the idea there's been some dirty work going on.

You see Fifth Column, eh, Sergeant?

What is all this talk about Fifth Columnists?

It's stuff and nonsense, Mr. Jordan.

I'm Chief Constable, and I assure you that... That there ain't no such animal,

eh, Colonel Wills?

All so stuff and nonsense.

Why, only last week I had the pleasure of hanging one myself.

Figuratively speaking, of course. Well, you know what I mean.

Are you any serious, Mr. Warren?

Well, I really can't say, sir.

Well, don't you think it's marriage of the mind you should know?

Yes, of course, but I haven't had much opportunity.

Then why not?

Well, I only came out of prison this morning. Prison? On what charge?

Murder.

Paul, who are you?

My name is Dossier.

Paul Dossier.

I've come to give myself up. I want you to arrest me.

On what charge?

Wandering abroad without visible means of support, if you like. I don't really

mind. What's wrong?

I want to be safe.

In a prison.

I'm frightened.

Frightened?

Frightened of what?

Alfred Murrah is missing.

So are a lot of other people. What's strange about that?

I think he's dead.

Now listen, old man, we're in conference.

Give us a few minutes and then we'll hear what you have to say.

Understand? Yes, I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, that's all right.

There's a canteen out there. You go and have a cup of tea.

We'll look after you in a minute.

Thank you, sir.

only just outside.

Yes, that's right.

He's a queer customer.

Anybody know anything about him? Yes, sir. He and his friend are staying down

at the fisherman's rest.

Constable Morgan knows more about him than I do. And where's he?

He's off duty, sir. Oh, excuse me, gentlemen. Black Eyed.

Could I have a cup of tea, please?

Yes.

It's time I had my dinner.

Let me see. What is my hotel?

It's the Red Lancer. I'll show you the way.

No, no. I'll find it. I'll find it. Good night, gentlemen.

Good night.

Are you

Constable Morton? Yes.

My name's John.

I came down to this press.

Yes, sir.

Have you any idea what these fellas are up to?

I'm not sure, but I have a pretty good idea, sir.

So have I.

Come on.

I know this place.

You do, sir? Yes.

Someone shot at me in that cave.

And just there, Dessie and Mara found the body of Charlie Frost.

But how do you know that? Well, well, Morgan, I am flattered.

Why? It's Mr. Lynch.

Whatever happens, they must know.

Someone's going to kill Dessie because he saw the man who murdered Duncan.

I won't go in. I won't.

Keep moving.

I didn't see his face.

Liar.

Stay where you are, you're covered.

I tell you, I don't know.

Come over to our side and you stand a chance.

Stay with Beals and you're as good as dead.

Make up your mind.

You will come with us, Tessie.

Holy smoke.

Do you recognize that voice?

It's not quite, but there's something.

He's got his heart.

He's still breathing.

Hello, Blake.

Can't fool me.

Recognized your voice?

Yes, old man.

Thanks.

Who killed Duncan, Desiree?

The more we are together, the better we'll be.

Who killed Duncan, old fella?

Remember, bargain?

Yes. I promised if you talked, I wouldn't.

I kept my word. The police didn't get you.

No.

It's Jerry.

Who was it?

Who did you see in that room?

He's calling for a doctor.

I'm afraid it's a bit late for that, sir.

Now, we've got to get a move on. The tribe comes right up to here.

Rush this letter to the chief constable. The home office gives him full

authority. The rats are in there. We've got to surround them. But what about

you, sir? I'm staying. I can't leave you here. Now, help me up here.

It's a letter from Mr. Jordan.

It's urgent. It's for you, sir. Well, where is he? He's at the back of the...

He's at the back of the cave, out of the cliffside. Cave?

Cliffside? I know.

Is he there, sir? Yes, he's there. Dead.

Beale shot him. Did Beale get away? Yes, at the back of the cliff. There's a

concrete door there. I left Mr. Jordan waiting to try and get in. Jordan has

guts. Warren, get a hold of Harper doesn't pick men. If they can be armed,

so much the better. And rush them down to that cave. Then report to me.

Get some dynamite. We may have to blast our way in. Come on, Carter.

Morgan. Yes, sir. Get the commanding officer of the camp on the phone. Very

good, sir.

No sign of him.

The home office has gone home.

Carl, get this man in. And you, Otto.

Otto, you stay this side. Keep your eyes skinned.

If you see anyone approaching, run in and give the alarm.

Right.

Yes, he's given us all the entrances and the exits.

You know, I take my hat off to Mr. Jordan. He may be old, but he's

thorough. Yes, he gave me that impression.

I hope he's all right.

Surely they wouldn't hurt an old boy like him. Oh, they're not much.

They're Hans Preston.

You know, two things I regret.

One, that Mr. Jordan didn't take me into his confidence.

Two, that Mr. Blakes isn't here, sir. You're right, Morgan.

All ready, Mr. Warren? Yes, sir, all organized. Then off you go. Get into

that cave somehow, but don't blow up the town. I'll watch it, sir.

You know...

I'm rather looking forward to this. Are you, sir?

All set?

All set, sir. Then come on. And when we get to the beach, keep your note in

order. There's a chance of sniping. All right.

Stay in the seat.

Stop dancing.

You're gonna learn strength, folks.

Ain't got much strength left, really.

Mr. Trump.

Mr. Trump.

Leave us, stop that.

There's no time to waste. Jordan's in there and we're going in.

Come on, chaps, we'll take a chance and blast you.

to this.

Breathe here.

Clever, Mr. Blake.

But not clever enough.

Well, you're going to die.

But first, you'll answer some questions.

How did you escape from the attic?

They made the mistake of leaving me alone with one man and one arm free.

I'm afraid I broke Rickson's wrist.

So?

You broke his wrist.

Well, in return, we shall break yours.

Next, your reported death.

It was faked?

Of course.

When did you discover that I wasn't Jordan? Just now, you were looking at

that map.

You thought you were alone.

Pretending to be a cripple is tiring.

So you straightened your shoulders.

Well, before you die, you'll know how a real cripple feels.

Take off his coat!

That's the right wrist.

This big cave is obviously enemy headquarters.

Which way did you come in?

Blew in that cement door.

Let's see.

Administration and radio.

Well, that's obviously this room.

Did Morgan get the message through?

Yes, sir. Colonel Will's acting right away. The rescue party will be here any

minute. Now, they'll have to come through tunnel number two.

Smack into enemy headquarters.

Yes, and it's our job to warn them. How?

Don't know until I see the place. Come on.

This way, as far as you can.

quarters. I'll lay a hundred to one of the places full of the rats.

I'll just wait to assure ourselves they don't know.

Come on.

Andrew, Tom.

There they are.

Straight ahead is number two, Tom.

At any minute our lads will be coming down it.

Somehow we've got to get across and warn them. Any suggestions?

Yes, sir.

This. You mean chuck it in the centre and which explodes make a dash for it?

That's right, sir. Damn risky.

Why not try it? They'll find ahead of us sometime.

What, and have a jerry machine down pumping lead into us? No thanks.

You ready, sir?

Hey, lend us a coat.

Now, Purvis and I will make a dash for it.

When you hear a shout, yell like mad to distract attention.

After that, it's free for all.

All right, plumber in.

Like old times, sir.

Just down there at Jerry's headquarters.

Warren and Parson are on the other side.

Now, on my signal, I want you all to yell like mad and then make a dash for

it. After that, it's anybody's fight.

You won't need these rifles. It'll be hand-to-hand. Ready?

Me and Dr.

Schultz. The only man who could certify murder as suicide.

No wonder Dastia said get the doctor. Well, we've got him. And what a doctor.

All right, take him away.