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Yes, yes.

Go to 50 Lavelle Street, Soho area.

A woman reported murdered.

Yes, that's right. Okay.

Hello. Casualty section?

Send an ambulance immediately to 50 Lavelle Street.

Yes. Quick as you like.

Emergency call.

It is strangled, you say?

Nice work.

Was she pretty?

Oh, you don't know.

Oh, what a pity.

But you don't even know who she was.

Oh, never mind. We'll find out.

Well, thanks anyway. Call in tomorrow morning to the cashier's office and

collect the usual. Right, goodbye.

Scott? Bill Scott!

Oh, where the hell is that loafer?

Ah, hell. I mean, hello.

Scott! Where the devil have you been? Now, listen, I've just had a tip that a

girl's been strangled in Soho.

You what?

You're there, are you?

Oh, you didn't do it yourself by any chance.

Oh, pity.

Now listen, try and get a picture. Remember, we've got two million readers

and they're all morbid.

By the way, was she pretty?

She was an absolute smasher.

Oh, yes, there are stacks of photographs. The bedroom was tastefully

papered with pinups.

Oh, we'll have an exclusive, all right. I swiped the best one. She was lying on

the beach with just a suggestion of bathing costume.

Story. Well, I did just jot down a thought or two on the back of an old

dickie. As a matter of fact, Fraser's on his way with them now in a cab.

And don't forget that while you're sleeping peacefully at your desk, I

shall be haunting the scene of the crime. Goodbye.

Please, Mr. Scott, how do you mean the scene of the crime?

There's no crime here.

There are good people, respectable people.

These are my nice customers, huh?

What do you say?

Have you fed any good cooks lately?

Come in, madam.

Don't be shy. Do sit down.

Well, if it isn't cousin Bertha. Fancy seeing you. Do come and sit at my table.

I'm... How is Keythorpe? Still as continental as ever? Oh, I

shall never forget that wonderful evening last summer. Those baked beans

on toast. I'm awfully sorry, but I'm afraid you've made a mistake. I know,

but it doesn't matter.

Now, let me see. What do you fancy?

Champagne cocktail?

Good. So do I. Two coffees, please. That's right, Mr. Scott. Two coffees.

Two coffees.

Look, I'm awfully sorry, but will you excuse me? I'm afraid I missed you. It's

all right. My name's Scott, and I was just trying in my clumsy way to be

helpful.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Scott.

I'm awfully sorry, but, well, this is my first visit to Soho, and, you know, it's

rather... Yes, it is rather, isn't it? It's a night of all nights, especially.

You see, the thing was, I was taken to a reunion party, and it wasn't a great

success, and one of the boys said that we'd go to a club. It was rather a

sordid sort of club, and...

He got a bit nasty when I wouldn't stay.

Oh, that wasn't nice of him, was it? I hope you managed to catch him a glancing

blow with the bar stool on the way out.

Well, I'd like to.

But tell me, why did you stay tonight of all nights?

Oh, a girl was strangled a few hours ago, about three streets away.

Oh.

Nasty business.

I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you a detective?

I'm afraid not, no.

Oh, well, what do you do?

Well, it's a long story.

I'm one of those sort of who, um...

Then every once in a while I... I'm a reporter.

Oh, are you famous?

Am I famous? My dear girl, do you realize that... No.

Oh.

Do you have a cigarette?

No, thank you. I don't smoke.

Oh.

Oh, what's that?

Oh, that's a lucky charm.

I wouldn't be without that for anything.

Well, where did you get it?

Fourth prize in the Junior Egg and Spoon Race.

This, I'm afraid, is Paul Sayers. Spare-time artist and fugitive from the

honorable profession of medicine.

Oh, my name is Susan Marsh. May I see? Certainly.

It's only a two-minute job, though, done by a man who couldn't do you justice if

you took two days.

Couldn't have said that better myself, even if I'd read the book he got it

from.

Have a seat, Munchell.

Well, Julie, what can I get you? A nice prussic acid?

Don't be funny. I'm tired.

Lord, I'm wishing everybody to the devil, including you.

Julie's the fluffy, feminine type. Look, sis, when I want to hear corny jokes,

I'll stay home and listen to the radio.

And who's the suburban beauty queen?

What's she doing here?

Slumming?

That wasn't in very good taste, Julie.

Little girls who make nasty remarks like that never get asked to parties.

Okay, I get it.

Don't mind what Julie says.

She doesn't mean it much.

Well, she's lovely to look at, though, isn't she? Yes, that's just the trouble.

Why? How do you mean?

Well, she's not the type of man I'd want to be just a big brother to, is she?

It's given her a rather distorted outlook on life.

Good evening, Angela.

Well, if it isn't the old sleuth himself, Inspector Carp.

Don't look much like your idea of a police inspector, do I?

Inspector Karp's the real thing, though.

Oh, yes, he's a holy terror, is our inspector.

It isn't me they have to be afraid of personally.

It's the machine I have behind me. The average dirty little crook who's too

lazy to work thinks he has a chance against that. You sound almost as if you

hate them personally.

Hate them? Nonsense.

They're not worth hating.

Do you think you'll catch the man who committed the murder?

Inevitably. My men are around there now. They're checking everything down to the

smallest detail.

If the murderer has left behind so much as a single hair, my men will be sure to

find it.

But supposing this criminal is different?

They're never different.

But supposing this man really has intelligence?

So much the better for me.

He'll be so keen on showing how clever he is, he'll overdo things and try and

be a bit too clever.

I feel almost sorry for him. He doesn't seem to stand any chance at all.

Better make yourself scarce, Inspector. Here comes one of your clients.

I think this is going to be really funny.

No, Johnny.

Cigarettes, no.

Food is all right.

Coffee is all right.

Maybe you are hungry and maybe you want something to drink. But as I say,

cigarettes.

No. You think I've got no money, don't you?

I've got plenty, see?

But you ain't going to see the colour of it.

When I ask for food, you give me food.

When I ask for cigarettes, you give me cigarettes too.

Or else.

Or else is what?

Or else this.

How do you like that fat, greasy, ugly mug of yours bashed out of shape, eh?

I'll keep out of this, you.

Come on, Angelo, fork over.

Just for your cheek, you can give me a quid out of the till as well.

I've been waiting to catch you at something like this for a long time,

Johnny.

Down my way, cop. This ain't your business.

No? You've probably left yourself in for it this time, my son.

Demanding money with menaces is a serious charge. You could get two years

hard labour. You can't bully me, cop.

Of course I can't. You're a tough boy, aren't you, Johnny?

Scare people stiff, don't you?

But you know you can't scare me, Johnny.

Don't you threaten me.

I know me rights.

We'll get yourself into trouble, you will. Well, half as much trouble as

you'll get yourself into if I find you in here again.

Get out. Don't come back.

That was quite a pretty scene, Inspector.

Yes. I could have arrested him, but it wasn't worth it. Why not? You said he

could get a couple of years, didn't you?

I know I did, but it wouldn't have done any good.

Not at all.

No, he'd have gone to jail with a reputation for being tough. He would

have spent his time boasting and brooding till he came out believing in

his own lies.

The carp system for crime prevention.

Certainly. Don't lock him up, break him up. Oh, I say, what would the

commissioner say if he could hear you?

Say? He'd have me back directing traffic.

Sorry, folks. Business.

I expect I'll be seeing you again sometime, young lady.

I think I'd better go along in case something's developed.

Don't go away. I'll see you later.

Not a bad bloke, Bill, considering.

Considering what?

Considering he's been knocking around Soho for the last ten years.

How long have you been here yourself?

Only three.

Three years ago, I dropped in here for a cup of coffee.

And I've been here ever since.

There's something about the place.

Soho, I mean.

I thought you said you were studying medicine.

I was once.

I chucked it up, though.

Didn't suit me.

This suits me.

This is where I belong.

I do wish that girl wouldn't look like that. So do I.

So probably does she.

It's not her fault.

She's just another one who doesn't know where she's going.

If she did, she wouldn't be staying here.

I'm going to go over and speak to her. I'm going to make her be friends.

You haven't got a fag, dearie. Well, no, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I haven't. I don't

smoke.

Okay, Ducks, back to the dogging.

Bit of a schmuzzle just now, wasn't it? Yes, I was quite thrilled.

Oh, I wouldn't call that exciting.

Not like the old days.

There made your hair stand on end, they did. Really?

Oh, blimey, not half. They didn't sew razors away in them days.

Used them, they did.

Seen the gutters run with blood. Up one street, down another.

Cutting and slashing and slashing and cutting. Ow!

What was the matter? Look.

Blood.

Um... I'm sorry I upset you just now.

You're sorry?

I'm the one who ought to say that.

I can be a slut when I like.

May I sit down?

Do.

Look, I've taken one liberty with you, and now I'm going to take another one.

If you'll take my advice, you'll not only get out of Soho, but you'll stay

out. What?

Oh, nothing personal.

Just the advice an older sister would give you, if you had one.

Yes, but I'm older than you, surely.

Age isn't everything.

I've seen what hanging around Soho does to people.

Look at me.

And look at Sayers.

Sayers? What's wrong with him?

Nothing much.

Just that he's lost any ambition he ever had and turned into a sponger who hides

his self-pity by pretending to be superior.

Yes, but what about Bill Scott?

Soho hasn't hurt him.

You don't meet men like him every day.

I should know. I met plenty who were different.

Yes, but if you hate it so much, why don't you get out?

I will one day.

Soho's beaten a lot of people, but it's not going to beat me.

That's what I like to hear.

Well, well, well, what's all this? A peace conference?

Oh, we're almost old friends now, provided you don't go smearing the

situation up with some of your funny dialogue.

Did the inspector find the murderer?

I thought he had. We heard screams and banging coming from inside a building,

rushed inside and...

Found it was just a routine Soho wife beating.

What's more, the wife swore at us for interfering.

It's time you were in bed, young woman.

I don't know how you're going to get home at this time of the night.

I've got an aunt in Colwyn Bay, but it's a long, long walk.

I know, there's an all-night debate at the House of Commons. You'll get a good

sleep there.

Well, I can put her up for the night, or what's left of it, if she likes.

Oh, no, I couldn't put you to all that trouble. If she thought you'd be a

trouble, she wouldn't invite you.

Can I come down and watch you at work tomorrow?

Why not?

You'd make a good independent witness for my news editor.

All right, Susan.

Come on, let's go.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Julie.

Good night, girls.

Good night.

Don't go and... No, you wouldn't, would you?

Boy, service.

Give me a cup of coffee, Angela, and have one yourself.

No, Mr. Scott, coffee is no good for me.

Why not?

Keeps me awake.

You silly old cafekeeper.

Come

on,

Julie. Get together.

Come on, wake up.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Heaven's above 11 o'clock.

What's the matter with you, insomnia?

Oh, you'll feel better when you've had some breakfast.

I doubt it. I think I'll take a chorus girl's breakfast.

A cup of tea, a cigarette, and a couple of aspirins.

Well, do you mind if I eat?

Why should I object if your stomach doesn't?

What are they, Julie?

My boyfriends, God help me.

All that needs to become a rogue's gallery is a fingerprint section.

Why? Didn't you like them?

Oh, sure.

Till I really got to know them.

What was wrong with them?

They all had inquiring minds.

What did they want to know?

Well, it wasn't if I read any good books lately.

Oh, what a shame.

Oh, I don't know.

They all proposed to me.

Even if in nine cases out of ten what they proposed wasn't marriage.

I hope you can find something to do until we meet Bill Scott this evening.

I'm booked up this afternoon.

Oh, where are you going?

My boyfriend's taking me to the dogs.

Boy, how that man can judge greyhounds.

It must be fellow feeling.

Well, I hope you're lucky.

I shouldn't worry. It's his money we're going to bet with.

Oh, look.

I'd better give you a key if you're going to stay tonight.

Oh, thank you, yes.

Hello, Angelo. All alone?

Hello, Miss Susan.

Where are all your customers?

It's a slack time, Miss Susan.

Half of my customers are in bed. The other half are not up yet.

Terrible thing, this murder.

Look at the picture of this girl.

She was very pretty, wasn't she? Oh, like a flower.

For her, the trouble is over.

But for the man who did the thing, the trouble will just begin.

You know, I know it isn't right, but I feel sorry for him. Why?

Well... Perhaps he didn't mean to do it. And now he's been hunted down.

The whole police force are against him.

Now Inspector Cobb will be looking for him, too.

Inspector Cobb?

He's like the conscience.

Like the conscience of the whole city.

He's not a human being, this one. It's like a machine. Like a machine for

catching the wicked.

What's happened to all these people?

They're all so friendly now.

Jean.

You see, Miss Susan, if you are not yet their friend, you are a friend of one of

their friend.

You understand?

Oh, I see what you mean. It was because I was with Bill Scott.

Sure. Bill Scott, he's a friend of everybody. Always a smile, always a kind

word. He's a good one, that.

Yes. I think so, too.

I heard my name being taken, then. Not in vain, I hope.

Well, of all the conceited, egotistical... Thank you, Susan. I like

you, too.

Two coffees, please, Angelo.

Hey, no time to sit down. You've been directed.

Who, me? I'm afraid so. I had a few words with my news editor, and I

suggested that you should give me a hand with this story.

What did he say?

Oh, he was noncommittal. He said, get the hell out of here so it's okay.

Yes, but I don't know anything about newspapers or crime reporting.

Don't worry. I've been getting away with it for years.

We've got nothing solid to go on in this case, so we're going to town on the

human interest angle.

And where do I come in? A woman's view of Soho with pictures.

What they're wearing in old Compton Street and all that sort of old... You

look at Soho and I look at you. How does that sound?

Morbid. Well, when do we start? Right now.

Nothing's too hot for us to handle.

Woo!

Blow on that till we get back, will you? Come on.

Hello. Hello, Susan. Hello.

I've had the most thrilling time. We've been everywhere, all around Soho, and it

was wonderful.

Then it must have changed.

You look a bit depressed, old man. Been reading the newspapers?

I feel dreadful, and I suppose I look it. Oh, I'm saying you look dreadful so

much as ghastly.

Whatever's the matter?

I don't know, and there doesn't seem to be any way out of it.

Have you toyed with the idea of suicide?

Unfortunately, my medical training has taught me so many ways of doing it. I

wouldn't know which one to choose. Quick coffee, please. Okay.

Inspector, come.

Good evening, Inspector.

Won't you join us? Not that we've come apart.

That's right.

Well, what do you know, Inspector?

Officially, nothing.

Unofficially, still nothing.

Just as I said to Susan, the old Inspector hasn't got a clue.

That's about the size of it, I'm afraid.

So far? The man who did this job had brains, as I said before.

Brains? Bah.

Had all the luck, nobody saw him, nobody heard him.

He'd read enough detective stories to wear gloves. It looks like another

unsolved murder to me.

Oh, give the inspector time.

Even Sherlock Holmes took a couple of hundred pages.

Are there any unsolved murders?

Yes and no.

There have been cases where we've known the actual killer, but we couldn't

proceed against him because some legal loophole would have freed him.

Personally, I don't think any man could feel free like that.

I wonder where Julie is.

She said she'd meet me here. If you're waiting for Julie to keep an

appointment, you've got time on your hands.

She's gone to the dog track with a chap called Eddie Bronson.

How did you know?

Did you see her before she went?

Not exactly.

She told me she was going.

About a couple of days ago. That's funny.

Julie's my idea of a girl who lives strictly from day to day.

I can't imagine her planning that far ahead.

Well, just this once she did.

Well, I think I'll be getting along.

To see if any of my bright young sergeants have achieved a miracle. I

don't believe in miracles, but then I don't believe in bright young sergeants,

either. Good luck.

Come on, Susan.

The one thing you need in newspaper work is a rest.

I know, I never get one.

Bye, Paul. Goodbye.

Yes.

Yes, could you hurry, please? It's very urgent.

Can I speak to Inspector Karp, please?

Inspector Karp?

Could you come round to Julia's flat?

I think she's been murdered.

No.

No, I haven't touched anything.

That's all you have to say?

I hate doing this, but I'm afraid it's my job.

There's nothing here for you, Scott.

You knew the dead girl well enough to be able to write a story without any help

from me.

Can I speak to Susan, please?

All right.

Well, what do you want?

I'd like a word with you outside.

Well?

You're working for me now, remember?

What's that got to do with it? A murder is committed and I hear about it from

someone else. You couldn't tell me, could you? But it was Julie, don't you

understand? I never let the personal side of things interfere.

Whether it's Julie or anybody else makes no difference to me.

My job is to get the details into the paper as soon as possible.

Oh, Bill, how can you be so cold-blooded?

I'm only doing the job I get paid for.

If it hurts me or anyone else, that's just too bad. It's still got to be done.

When did you last see Julie?

Last night, of course.

Yes?

How do you account for this?

Thank you.

Why do you look so unhappy, Susan?

Did you have a quarrel with your friend?

Doesn't matter.

Today it rains.

Tomorrow the sun will shine again.

Do you see?

Yes, I suppose so.

Watch it, Trotsky.

There's the old revolution coming. Good evening, Kamara. It will be not long

now. Soon the day of freedom will dawn.

All right.

Give us a cup of rosy, Angela.

All right.

If you make that two, I will have one with the camera.

Here, Uncle.

What is all this revolutionary law?

Well, comrade, I will tell you.

It's based on the even distribution of property.

Have you got that?

What, me, property?

Here, I will give you a practical demonstration.

Now I will show you what I mean.

One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me, and one for me.

I shall have to be pushing along now, comrade.

I have an important party meeting to attend.

So long.

Blimey.

What a twerp.

Started looking under the bed again, I have.

After all these years.

Did you find something?

Maybe? Oh, only a lot of fluff.

Coffee, please, Angelo.

You don't have to worry, Lulu. He only strangles the young and pretty ones.

You should have seen me 40 years ago.

Top of his list I'd have been then.

Still, that wouldn't have done me any good.

Unlucky I am. I'm just a poor, unlucky old woman that nobody wants.

That's all right.

Here, what's the matter with you this evening? Are you copying my act?

I'm usually the one who looks down in the mouth.

I'm sorry, Paul. I just don't feel very happy this evening.

Well, hadn't you better tell me all about it?

There are very few men who know more about the simple mechanics of human

unhappiness than I do.

Well, I'm afraid I can't. It concerns someone else.

Listen, Susan.

You can't blame yourself for what happened to Julie.

You could have done nothing to prevent it.

No, it isn't Julie. I'm dreadfully sorry, of course, but it is someone

else. Then my deductive powers indicate that it must be Bill Scott.

I'll tell you about it. I must tell somebody.

I found her lying there and... as I was phoning for the police, I... Yes?

I saw something else lying near the door.

What was it?

The charm Bill Scott carried on the end of his keychain.

It can't be true.

Well, I wish it wasn't.

But maybe he left it there the day before.

No, that's not possible. He had it last night and it wasn't in the flat this

morning. I still can't believe it.

And yet I remember a couple of years ago, Bill was mixed up in something very

funny. I don't quite know what it was, though.

You don't know, but I do.

Do you remember a shady financier named Lomax?

Oh, yes, I remember now. He committed suicide, didn't he? Yes.

He came out of the inquest. Somebody was trying to blackmail him.

by sending him the notes of a series of articles that Bill Scott was writing to

expose him.

But Bill would never do a thing like that.

There was no proof that he didn't.

If he could get away with a thing like that, there's no knowing what he might

try to get away with.

I think I shall keep my eye on Mr. Scott.

By the way, have you seen him today?

No, no, I haven't.

I'm afraid he doesn't look too good.

There are several things which point towards Bill. What things?

Well, he was known to have been near the scene of one crime, and you've had

definite proof that he was actually present somewhere about the time of the

second one.

But I still don't believe Bill could kill anybody.

Unfortunately, that's not enough to go on.

Look at the newspaper pictures of men who've committed murders.

Did they look like murderers? But what are we going to do, Paul?

There's only one thing we can do.

Get him out of it.

After all, he's our friend. Yes, but how?

Oh, that'll need careful planning.

Yes.

I can't think properly unless I've had a drink.

Look, I've got a bottle of whiskey round at my place.

Supposing we go round there and have a drink and talk the whole thing over, eh?

All right, Paul.

At least there'll be no one to overhear us.

Come on, then.

No, it's no good, Mr. Scott.

She isn't here.

Who? Who? Miss Susan.

Why should I be looking for her?

Mr. Scott, for a long time we are friends.

Maybe I'm sometimes a bit stupid, but to be stupid for a friend, it's nothing.

What are you talking about, Angelo?

You and Miss Susan.

She came in here tonight looking sad.

You came in looking angry.

Even for a stupid man, two and two still make four.

Your reasoning's bad, but your coffee's good. I'll have a cup of coffee.

All right.

But please take it here at the counter with me and don't get angry with someone

who doesn't mean any harm.

Sorry, Angela, I quarreled with my best friend tonight. Sure, that's what I

think you have already done.

Why don't you admit you have made a mistake?

Sometimes it's better to be wrong.

Miss Susan, she wasn't laughing either.

She was sitting there with Mr. Sayers.

She talked all the time, but her coffee she didn't touch.

The Sayers, eh?

Now, there is a funny thing.

What's funny about it?

It's Mr. Sayers.

For the first time, I saw him looking happy.

Nothing funny in that. I expect he was enjoying her company.

No, no. He was like that before he saw her.

His eyes were shining.

He looked excited.

Right on the top of the world.

What did he do when he came in?

He sat at his table. He...

Talked to me Susan and all the time. He was sketching something very quickly

Then he looked at the sketch and he smiled.

Perhaps it was just a good sketch. Well You can tell by looking at it any there

he threw it on the floor and he had finished I

Can't tell you why mr.

Scott, but I think there's something wrong There is something wrong by God

Here you are. Oh, thank you.

Cheerio. Cheerio.

What are we going to do, Paul?

Oh, don't let's be in too much of a hurry, Susan.

A problem like this is too big to be rushed.

We don't want to spoil everything, do we?

No, Paul.

This is quite a nice place you've got here.

Yes.

I believe the only way to live enjoyably is beyond your means.

Let's see if I can find some music, shall I?

Oh, isn't she lovely?

Do you think so?

Oh, yes.

Who is she? Is she a friend of yours?

Not exactly.

She was my stepmother.

Was? Yes, she died five years ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm not.

What? I said I wasn't sorry she was dead. Why?

Because she was rotten right through.

What a terrible thing to say.

On the contrary, what a terrible person to be.

And your father, what about him?

He was kind and gentle and intelligent, except as far as she was concerned.

Then he was blind and stupid.

He loved her, then? Loved her.

He killed himself for her.

You mean he committed suicide?

No, he chose the slower way.

He died from the heart.

Yes, that was my dear stepmother.

Beautiful, isn't she?

I hated that woman while she was living.

I hate her memory and now she's dead.

But you mustn't do that.

Don't you see you're poisoning her entire life?

Why don't you get rid of the portrait?

But I couldn't part with it.

It makes me remember something I don't want to forget.

What's that for?

But all beautiful women are rotten.

Paul. It's perfectly true.

Do you know what I think every time I see a beautiful girl?

No. I say to myself, there goes a woman who will use her beauty to cut some poor

devil's heart out.

But Paul, you must be mad.

Oh, no.

I'm perfectly sane.

In fact, I'm a lot cleverer than people think I am.

By the way, would you like to look at this book?

I think you'll find it very interesting.

Amusing, aren't they?

Now you know what I really think of beautiful women.

It's rather a pity I can't let you take that knowledge away with you.

Don't be afraid.

It isn't gonna hurt you.

The others died very quickly and hardly struggled at all.

Let me go.

Take these things off.

What do you think you're doing? I know what I'm doing. So do you.

Take him away to the station.

Don't charge him till I get there.

He's the only man I don't want there to be any mistake about.

Quick, which way did Sayers go?

That way. A minute ago.

But don't stand there. Get after him. What for? He's all right with the

sergeant. He's just taken him out of the station.

You were waiting for him, then? Yes. Almost ran into my arms. He tried to

kill me just now. Took you up a bit, I expect.

I'll bet it did.

What put you on to Sayers?

Oh, routine inquiries.

I cheated a bit, though.

I didn't tell you the first victim was robbed as well as murdered.

Oh, so you found out that Sayers was spending money that he hadn't earned.

Capital, my dear. Capital.

Have you ever thought of becoming a policewoman?

Oh, good heavens, no.

Petty. Good night.

Good night, Inspector.

Good night, Inspector.

Come on, Susan. I've still got to phone the story through.

Yes, that's the lot. Got it all down?

Good.

What?

Well, don't bother to tell me. Tell the managing director.

Goodbye.

For you, Mr. Scott. A special one.

Me Susan told me you had a terrible fight.

Oh, terrible's right. Yeah.

As a fighter, I'm still a pretty good newspaper man.

Whatever made you come round there when you did?

This.

Don't worry, it's all over now.

I know it isn't. I still want to know how your lucky charm came to be in

Julie's flat.

That's quite simple. I must have dropped it when I was there.

You were there then? Yes, I wanted to see Julie.

She was trying to get me some information about a suspected dog doping

racket. She wasn't there, so I didn't bother to wait.

Hello?

Oh, yes. Yes, he is.

It's for you, Mr. Scott. Me?

Hello, Scott here.

What?

Good Lord.

You're kidding.

Oh, boy, is this a story.

Sure, I'm practically on my way now. Goodbye.

Would you believe it?

A beauty queen's been hit over the head with a coal hammer, and her boyfriend,

who's an all-in wrestler, is missing.

Boy, is this something. Murder with a sporting angle. Oh, what are we waiting

for? Sorry, Susan, you'll have to pass this one up. I can't keep my mind on my

work if I have to worry about you.

We'll meet again sometime.

All right, if that's how you feel about it.

Good night.

Goodbye, Angela. Goodbye, Miss Susan.

Well, I'm damned.

Mr. Scotch, you cut your finger what's coming out.

Printing ink.

Yes?

Yes, I suppose so.

Well, goodbye, Angelo. See you tomorrow.

I'm a fool. I should have taken her with me.

She wouldn't have been in any trouble.

What did you say, Mr. Scott?

I said she wouldn't... Of course she wouldn't.

Now he's acting sensible at last.

Angelo, you're wanted on the spaghetti.

I mean, your ravioli's in the... Oh, go away, you silly old cafekeeper.