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Thank you.

Just on time.

Oh, you.

They could set Big Ben by you.

Big Ben's been wrong many times. I haven't.

Well, Willie, this is quite an occasion, isn't it?

Is it?

If you mean our anniversary, that's not till next Saturday.

No, Willie.

Twenty years ago today, you first joined the firm.

So it is.

Twenty years. Never a day missed.

That's something to be proud of. If they don't give you a presentation, I'll

never forgive them. Never.

I shouldn't count on that, my dear.

Nonsense. Never yet heard of a decent firm that didn't give a nice clock after

20 years.

Perhaps you will this time.

Then I'll write to the managing director myself and tell him what I think of him.

Thank you, dear.

Oh, looks like a letter from Emily.

Where are my glasses? I had them a minute ago.

Always disappearing.

You know, about that clock.

Some of the boys were whispering down in the office on Friday.

Maybe you're right.

I should hope so.

There they are.

In the middle of the water.

I wonder what kind of a clock it'll be.

An old baby grandfather would be rather nice.

Yes. With Westminster chimes.

You're aiming a bit high, aren't you?

No, I don't think so.

With Westminster chimes? Hmm.

It would be rather nice, wouldn't it? Hmm.

Morning, Daddy.

Morning, darling.

Mummy. I've got some wonderful news for you both. Not now, darling. You'll make

father late.

Well, bye-bye, my dear. If there's anything urgent, ring Sergeant Benson.

Yes. I'll call you at lunchtime, as usual.

Very well, dear.

Bye.

Hurry up, Harry. There goes Mr. Mingle.

Morning, Fred.

Morning, Willette.

Morning.

Morning, Benson.

Good morning, sir.

Morning. Where's Sergeant Benson?

I'm afraid he's dead, sir.

Dead? Suddenly, sir. Last night. Heart.

Oh, dreadful.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Was he a friend of yours, sir?

Yes, a great friend.

What can I do?

Can I help you, sir?

I wonder if you could.

My name is Ningle.

William Ningle.

Benson used to take my telephone messages for me. My employers won't

allow it, do you understand?

I was wondering whether you could do the same for me. Well, certainly, sir. What

firm are you with? I'll send the boy around with any messages. That won't be

necessary. I'll ring you each lunchtime and I'll see you on my way home in the

evening. There is no trouble to send the boy, sir. Oh, no, no, please, don't

trouble.

I'm very grateful.

Thank you, sir.

On your forehead, Mummy.

Oh, thank you, dear. I knew they were somewhere.

Mummy, I'm engaged.

Doing what, dear?

To be married.

Oh, he works in the city. It's a good job. He'll make pots.

Really, dear? How interesting.

Oh, no, money.

He's tall, very good looking. His father's editor of the Evening Courier.

Engaged, indeed. I've never heard such nonsense in my life.

No, that's why I asked your mother here this morning. Where did you meet the

girl? At a dance.

What sort of people are they? What's her father do?

Oh, something in the city. What in the city? I don't know. I didn't ask. A

corporation dustman can be something in the city.

What does he do?

Mother, I don't know. Does it matter?

I'm not marrying him.

Don't be cheeky. Don't be cheeky. You can't do things like this and not expect

questions. Where do they live?

Benjers Green.

Now, before you say it, mother, remember that you lived in whopping flats before

father married you. Now, look here, young man. I'm not... You rang, Mr.

Hart? You wanted me, sir? You rang, sir? I didn't ring.

Excuse me, sir, but you're still ringing.

Get out, all of you. Go on, get out.

There's nothing to laugh at here.

Now, seriously, father.

Turn it off!

All right.

Now, look what you've done.

Get out of here! I'll talk to you later.

But I'm going to marry her, whatever you say.

Young puppy, he doesn't earn enough to keep himself, let alone a wife.

Benja's green indeed.

We'd better go down this evening and see these people.

That's a good idea.

I must get along now, dear.

I'll see you later.

Goodbye then, dear.

Careless of you.

Now pick those up, Sally. Come on, there's stuff over there too.

Oh, what a day.

A little bit loaded up, Lingo?

Yes. Presentation clock.

25 years with the firm. My congratulations.

Thank you very much.

Ticket, please.

A ticket, sir? Yes.

Seasoned. I beg your pardon.

Thank you.

This is it. Benja's green.

Worse than I thought. Most of them semi-detached.

Excuse me.

We're looking for a Mr. Mingle.

That's me. Our name is Holly. I didn't quite catch the name. I said our

name is Holly and we want to speak to you about our son.

You have to make that noise. It isn't me. It's the clock. I can see that.

Can't you control it?

Yes, it's all right.

You haven't got a penknife, have you? No, I haven't.

Now, do you mind if we come in and shout at you for a minute? Oh, delighted. But

if it's anything to do with politics, I'm not interested.

Well, it isn't.

I wonder what can have happened to him. I don't know, Bob.

Oh, Nellie, please.

Oh, there he is, coming in now.

The sitting room's on the right. Would you like to go in?

Yes, I'm having a bit of trouble.

Quick, Nellie, the toast.

Aye.

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon. Hold the balance. Well.

I'll put it in here.

Just for a moment.

How dare you!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Won't you sit down?

No, I beg your pardon. Won't you sit down? I can't hear a word you're saying.

Sit down!

Clock.

Presentation from the firm. Twenty years.

I'll get a screwdriver and fix it. Or get a hammer and brayle it.

Yes.

What did I tell you? A lovely clock.

Hello, darling. Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry.

Oh, mother, this is... My name is Holly and this is my wife. How do you do?

Won't you sit down, please?

Thank you.

We want to talk to you about our son.

That is, if your lovely clock permits.

Apparently it's going to be quiet for a minute.

Now, I understand that my son wishes to marry your daughter.

What does he mean?

It's all right. Beryl told me this morning after you left. I'll explain

later. Well, apart from his present inability to support a wife, we want to

make sure... That he's contemplating a suitable match, obviously.

Exactly. Quite, quite.

Quite. And frankly, well, it strikes me that... I

said it strikes me... Psst. Ma'am, can I speak to you for a tick?

Oh, I'm so dreadfully sorry.

That girl of ours.

Who? What? Excuse me.

I've done the potatoes, Mum, and I'm away now.

Got a date with the boyfriend.

Yes, yes, run along then, Nellie. Good night, Mum.

Good night.

I'm so sorry. My girl. I told her not to interrupt, but you know how it is when

they get a boy.

You mean that she... Is that her?

Oh, she's a good girl, really.

I should be sorry to lose her when she marries. She's not a bad cook.

Unfortunately, she's not very clean in her habits. Well, I'm afraid there's

nothing more to be said.

I'll be getting in touch with you.

Look here, I'm sorry about all this. Oh, it's nothing. Nothing at all.

Still going?

So am I, sir.

Come on, my dear.

Yes.

There, sir.

Did you see the girl?

Ghastly scarecrow. The boy must be mad.

Engage to that. What do we do?

I'll find out where Ningle works and go and see him there. I can't compete with

that clock. In you get, dear.

I'm afraid we didn't make a very good impression, Willie.

Neither did they.

Never mind. Come and read the card the firm gave me with the clock. Very

touching.

The Westminster Chimes.

Should it do that, dear?

No. But you can't trust this mass production stuff.

Did you knock? No, sir. I was too excited to knock.

Look, there it is. Oh, don't jump about. What is it? It's the picture, sir. I can

see that, you fool.

I send you out for a picture of Siamese twins and you come back with a picture

of a cat.

Not even a Siamese cat.

I'm very holly, Mr. Solly. Mr.

Solly, I've had trouble at home.

My cat's mother died. What? My mother's cat died and it got on my mind.

Oh, no, no, no. You haven't got a mind.

No? No.

Oh. What shall I do now, sir? I suggest you go out and get another job. Oh, yes.

No, wait a minute.

I've got a job for you, but it's not photography.

I want you to follow someone. Follow someone? Yes, and find out all about him

and where he works.

This is how you go about it.

Every morning at 9.30.

Anything for me, Sergeant?

No, sir.

What do you think of that? Oh, beautiful, sir.

Cup of coffee, miss, please.

Tea? No, coffee.

Tea. What?

Oh, Rhino, tea.

No sugar.

Sugar's in already.

All right, I like sugar.

And I like a door shut.

That'll be chance.

I'll have enough.

Fultons. I'll have another.

Is this as good as that?

No.

Sixpence. I'll have another.

No, I won't. Sorry.

I'll have another.

But you said that... Yes, I know. I've changed me mind.

You make me so sick having all that tea. I don't know what you think you're

playing at, I don't.

I better start the kitty going.

And that's about all you'll get today.

There's meanness in the air. I'll bet you don't take a penny.

Three and four.

I'll have another.

Why don't you buy the urn?

I've always wanted you to see his work. Yes, I've got a good idea.

Superb brush control.

Exactly. Magnificent chiaroscuro.

You know, I maintain that the correct juxtaposition of colour doubles the

tonal values.

Now, look at that, for instance. Just as you were pointing out.

Vivid yellows, a splash of burnt umber. Almost a grass green. Look at the down

distribution. And the transitional lines.

The fundamental construction.

Amazing. Unbelievable.

Ghastly.

Every possible fault on one canvas.

Lamp. Pure of it.

I've never seen anything so dreadful.

Yes. Wait a minute.

Look at that.

Yes. Yes, indeed.

Pure abstract, but tolerable. Very tolerable.

A literary flavour, don't you think?

Poetic, rather.

Definitely flows. You see what he's getting at, of course.

The thought motive is as clear as a book. Oh, yes.

Yes, one gets the message.

Experts? But he liked that one.

You know why, don't you?

No. Upside down.

Well, I should keep it that way.

Otherwise they'll have to stand on their heads to get the message.

Well, don't you like it?

Well, it looks to me like what I sees when I wakes up in the morning.

All blobs and circles are running into each other. But that's the beauty of it.

It's modern.

Cor, you could gaze at that for years and years and you still wouldn't know

what it was all about.

I believe you.

Good afternoon, Archie. Good afternoon, madam.

Thank you very much. Your picture looks splendid in my drawing room.

And I think I've persuaded my sister to buy one too.

How about something like this?

Isn't that gorgeous?

You know, you really ought to be inside.

I beg your pardon?

Inside the National Gallery.

Never mind, you'll be recognised one day.

By a squeaky monkey lady, they cause rows of laughter. No, they don't squeak

when you get them home.

Do his pictures squeak?

Six and eight pence.

Same again.

Don't you ever eat?

I can't afford it.

Not this time.

Oh, it's upstairs.

They're laughable. They cause his roars, the laughter they do.

A monkey, sir. A monkey.

Far too expensive.

Well, a monkey for one of those.

Besides, my wife hates spiders.

Well, they ain't spiders, sir. They're squeakers.

Oh, well, perhaps you're right. You know, I've got to get something for the

woman.

Anniversary. How about something like this? Oh, what is it?

A pure hematic. Lovely in the dining room.

Would it?

Oh. Oh, yes, it is rather romantic, isn't it? You know, it reminds me of

something, if I could only think.

Oh, yes, I know.

It's a jug of loaf, a flask of bread, and thou beside me sitting

in the... What's it called?

Oh, my dear fellow.

Oh, it's ten shillings. Thank you, sir. Would you mind wrapping it up and

putting it in the purse for me? But where shall I send it?

Oi, where do you live?

How should I know? I don't even know where I am, let alone where I live.

Here you are, sir. London.

Oh.

Ten bob.

There's a turn up for the book.

You have all the luck.

Ten bob, and there must be another thirty-seven and sixpence.

Not a bad morning's work, eh, Happy? No, I haven't took a penny.

When I offer some goldfish, they want monkeys. And when I've got monkeys, they

want balloons.

Well, never mind, Appy.

Here, you have it.

What? All of it? Yes.

Here, look up. Hide me.

A monkey lady?

No, thank you. A jolly squeaking monkey. Bye, one lady. Go on now. No, thank you.

They're laughable, they are. They cause his roars a laugh. Thank you, lady.

Here, who was she?

Oh, only the woman that lives next door.

She give you a tanner?

She gave me a turn, too.

Yes? Oh, madam.

I wonder if you have any rooms to let. No.

Perhaps you have rooms for business purposes.

No!

A

cup

of tea, please.

Coffee. But you said there wasn't. Tea's often, you know why.

Oh, all right. Coffee.

Sugar?

No.

Monkey, lady, monkey.

Did you really paint those pictures?

Yes, sir. All my own work. And you darn well ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Too lazy to get up a ladder and paint a house, I suppose.

That's the trouble with some people. They don't know good work when they see

it. Never mind, Artie. Don't take it too hard.

Keep smiling.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

But I bet it'll rain before long.

It won't rain. It's a lovely day.

Anyway, I'm going to stick it out till dinner time. By the way, what is the

time? Well, the pubs have been open a good half an hour. Here, it's 12 o

'clock. I always ring the missus at 12 o'clock. She'll wonder what's happened

to me. Look after my pitch till I can't.

Oh, now look what I've done.

Give us a hand with these, will you, Vera? Give us a hand, Lucky.

Yes.

Look, pick the rest of these up. I'll be back in about five minutes. Yes.

He's done well today, hasn't he? Yes, he's Lucky.

One, two, five, three.

Well, is that you, darling?

Oh, Willie here.

Everything all right?

Oh, that's fine. Yes, everything all right with me. What about Beryl?

Oh, that's what I thought. She's upset.

What can I do?

Oh, that... Yes.

Go around and see Mr. Holly. Of course. Yes, I can do that.

I'll tell you what I'll do. Look, I'll fix an appointment right away.

All right, darling, I'll do that. I'll see you tonight. Bye-bye, sweetie.

Sorry I've been so long, Abbie. I thought you wasn't coming back. I went

and wrapped up your pictures. I'm glad you did. I've got to take the afternoon

off anyway.

Nothing wrong with the wife. No, no, just a bit of business.

And here's the rest of your money.

Bless you, Vera.

And there's a pint.

See you in the morning.

What a pal he is.

Yes, he is.

What a match, Vera.

No blooming, well, I'll never carry him.

Four and ninepence.

Keep the change.

So, Rothschild.

Oi!

Oi! Oi!

Oi! Excuse me, madam, you remember me. I wonder if the gentleman... No!

Are you quite sure?

Are you hurt?

Lost most of me fingers.

Have you got one left? That's about all.

That'll be enough. Dial 999.

What's that? Somebody stole your tea coupons? No, no. Get 999.

You get it. I'll get TTT.

Who ran?

I did. Old man over there, breaking in. Gray moustache. Follow me. Come on.

64, get around the back.

28, you come with me.

Try these rooms up here.

It's an old fellow with a gray moustache.

Right-o, Sergeant.

Got it! A beauty!

Did you see him? Which way did he go?

Hasn't come over this way.

Come on.

Don't get away this time.

Where is he?

Downstairs. No he isn't. What? Come on.

Thank you very much.

Betty, take that washing off the line for your mum.

That's a good girl.

You better get him a cup of tea. He needs it.

Yes.

Then what do you think you're doing? I dropped my paintings inside the car.

Oh, your paintings. Oh, I've heard that one before. No, no, somebody bumped me

and they went over the top. Did they? Hey, stop! Please, come here! Stop!

I ought to know. I painted the picture.

You tell that to the man who owns the car. Here he is. We caught him.

What do you mean?

It means these paintings are out of your car. I didn't. They're my paintings.

Somebody bumped me and they went in and I had to get them out. What paintings?

These. They're not mine. Never saw them before in my life. There you are. Thank

you very much, mister.

That's all right, Dad. Hey, what's going on here?

Well, this man accused me of stealing my own paintings out of this man's car.

Somebody bumped me and they dropped in. Didn't they, Mrs.? Yes.

Poor old man. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Go and get on with your window, please. Yes.

It's a pity you weren't there to see it. Yes.

There doesn't seem to be any protection nowadays for an honest citizen.

The artist chap must have murdered him. What? Well, look at the blood.

And these are Ningle's clothes.

My last three days in the force and I have to strike the murder.

You say Ningle came in and never went out again.

Well, I was watching all day. He can't have gone without his clothes.

That's true.

Where is he then?

There's blood, but no body.

I saw the other fellow come out soon after Ningle went in.

And with a parcel.

A parcel? What do you suppose was in it?

I shudder to think.

Better broadcast this information to all stations. Very good, sir. Where does

Dingle live?

Benches Green.

I've got his address.

I'd better go down there and break the news to his wife.

You never heard him mention that he knew this pavement artist?

No. Of course not.

What would he want with a man like that?

The question is, what would Artie the artist want with him?

All right, Mummy.

You've no idea what he was doing in that neighbourhood?

No. He wouldn't be seen dead at a place like that.

Yes, that's what we're afraid of.

Yes, good work, Doddington.

Congratulations, you've got a real scoop at last.

Oh, thank you, sir. You can take a rise in salary.

Oh, thank you, sir. How much? Five bob.

Oh.

Thank you, sir.

I don't know what to say. Oh, don't say anything. Go out and get some more.

There's plenty knocking about.

What a mess.

Wanted for murder and for murdering myself.

Fools.

I've got to prove that I'm still alive.

I must get a suit from home.

Crowds gathered outside the little house as police officers, armed with picks and

shovels, went in to dig up the cellar floor.

Meanwhile, the man known as Artie the Artist is still on the run.

I have a theory. I know, sir. Everybody has.

Well? We found some bones, sir. Ah.

It's a pre-war joint.

Yes, sir.

Is there any fresh news of Artie? We're investigating a rumour that's been seen

in Liverpool.

He may be trying to board a boat.

Seen boarding a plane for South Africa?

Thank you.

No, no.

Seen in Cornwall?

Thank you, we'll check.

No.

Seen where?

The mummy room of the British Museum?

Thank you, we'll check.

you

Mom! Kitty,

what is this? It was a girl, wasn't it? There's nothing there.

It's hardly all right, not a doubt of it. But why did he come here?

There's nothing missing, you say?

Well, nothing of value anyway.

Then it can't be burglary.

Oh, I was on a case once when the whole family was wiped out.

You mean like a vendetta? Well, we never found the man that did it. I don't say

it is him, mind, but why else would he come here? I think you've all had a very

lucky escape.

But what are we going to do when none of us are safe in our beds?

Don't you worry, Mrs. Dingle. We'll keep a watch on the house night and day.

Anyway, he can't get very far.

We'll have him in the bag by tomorrow.

Oh, where have I seen his face before?

Yes.

He reminds me of the corpse.

That's it. Probably his brother.

I can't get used to hearing that clock and knowing that he won't be in there

waiting for his breakfast. And now he's cut into a thousand pieces.

Nellie, take the tray in now.

Yes.

Hello, Nellie.

Nellie! Nellie, what is it? I think she's fainted.

Oh, darling.

What's the matter? What's happened? I think she's fainted.

He's done it.

Wiped out the lot of them.

Yes, sir, but don't you want... No corpse, no robbery, no nothing. Nothing

but bad publicity for the paper. Yes, sir, but don't... Don't interrupt me.

You may be the laughing stock of Fleet Street.

But, sir, about the artist... I don't want to hear about the artist. I wish he

were dead.

Yes, sir, but he is. Good.

What? Well, that's what I've been trying to tell you. A boy found his clothes in

a suicide note beside the river.

That's fine, fine. They'll blame me for this. They'll say we drove him to it.

Does anyone else know about this? So far, only me, the boy who found them,

and the police. I've scooped them again, sir. Ah, shut up.

Have they found the body yet? No, sir.

Johnson! Johnson!

Yes, sir.

I don't want any mention of the artist's suicide until there's a body to prove

it. Very good, sir. Meanwhile, hold the front page for a big story. Right. And

you get back and let me know where they find the body. Yes, sir.

If you'll sign just there, sir.

Do I have to sign all this? Just there.

I don't want to labour the point, Mr. Neagle, but you say for the last seven

years you've been an art dealer in the East End.

That's right. Then why did you tell your wife and daughter that you were still

working for the implicit trust company in the city?

Well, I was dismissed as redundant. I didn't know what would happen to me, so

I kept it a secret so as not to worry them. And then you became an art dealer.

That's right.

You say you knew the artist very well and that he had permission to enter this

slumhouse whenever he wanted. Yes.

In that case, why do we catch him climbing through the window like a

thief?

Well, maybe he'd lost his keys. You know how vague these geniuses are.

There's no need to worry anymore, Inspector. I don't know what all the

fuss is about. The fuss, Mr. Ningle, is because you disappeared for 48 hours.

Why didn't you say you were all right?

Where were you?

I don't know. What?

I lost my voice.

Eh? I mean, I lost my memory.

That's right. I lost my memory.

I had a crack on the head.

I can't remember a thing after I left for work that day. This is all very

unconvincing. I may have to see you again.

Good day.

Good day, Mrs. Ningle. Sorry to be the bother, do you? That's quite all right.

Thank you.

You should have told me about leaving the firm, Willie.

All that worry for you and no one to turn to.

Well, I didn't want to distress you, Mum.

Anyway, it's all over now.

Oh, it's good to be home again.

He may have been a friend of yours, but I hope we never see that dreadful artist

again. You won't, Mum, I promise you.

Wish I could be sure.

You can.

You'll never see that man again while I'm here.

I'll see to that.

Good.

Mr. Holly must have a conscience.

Oh, why?

Well, it says here...

As a recompense for any unhappiness he may have caused, he's offering to the

artist when he reappears a personal gift of 5,000 pounds.

What? 5,000 pounds. It's a small fortune. 5,000 pounds?

Willie, where are you going?

Out. But where, dear? You've only just come back.

Important business. I'll be back about six.

Yes, but what are you going to do?

To make a lot of money, I hope.

It's Artie's stuff, all right? Yes, sir.

Poor old soul.

I suppose we shall have to drag the river.

I'll just make a note of them, sir.

One pair of brown shoes, one felt hat without band, one red

and white spotted tie, grey checked sports coat torn, dark grey

trousers, white shirt, and one suicide note.

Wait a tick.

It's writing.

What about it, sir? I've seen it before.

Where's my notebook?

Yes, there. Look at that.

Yes, it is the same. I very like it, sir. Well, whose is the other writing?

William Ningle's.

What does that mean?

It could mean that William Ningle wrote this note.

But he wasn't here.

Supposing he was.

For two days we've been chasing Artie the artist because we thought he

murdered Ningle.

Now, Ningle isn't dead, but Artie is.

Makes you think, doesn't it?

Are you suggesting that Ningle killed Artie? If Artie's dead, and this is

Ningle's handwriting, Mr. William Ningle will have a bit of answering to do.

Fetch Smithers and tell him not to let anyone down here. Then come back here

and keep guard of these clothes. Yes, sir. I'll go and phone the yard. Very

good, sir.

Any objection to my taking a picture of him?

No, no, I don't think so. Go ahead.

What a story!

Looks good, eh?

Very generous indeed. This ought to shut them up.

Yes, sir, but all the other papers have got news of his suicide.

I think we should put it in now.

Hmm.

Well, shove it in the stop press then. Put, believed to have committed suicide.

After all, they haven't found the body yet. Our offer still holds good.

Through.

Read all about it. Artie the artist believed dead clowns found by the river.

Find your way to the river.

Maps of London.

Why do you wake up, River Lady? Balloons, balloons. Only a dozen left.

Buy a balloon, Lady. No, thank you. But I'd have bought one of those dear little

monkeys you had last night.

Well, why didn't you buy one the last time?

Late edition.

Read all about it.

All the artists believe dead.

Watch your chums.

Do you want to own yourselves a tenant?

Here, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be drunk. It says so here.

Yes, you are missing.

I'm missing nothing, especially that £5,000 offered for my recovery.

£5,000?

You didn't ask me to have a drink, did you? No.

Listen, there's a tenner each for you.

And you, Vera. A tenner? What do I have to do?

You have to come along with me to meet a man, and you've got to tell him who I

am. What, don't you know who you are?

Yes, but he may not believe me. Who?

The man I'm going to take you to. Look, come along with me. I'll tell you later.

Taxi!

Never mind, we're warm.

Sir, I've done it again.

Oh, what do you want?

It's Artie. The police suspect murder.

Murder? He committed suicide.

Someone pushed him in and left a note to make it look like suicide.

What? Who?

The note is in William Ningle's handwriting and the police should be

picking him up now.

Ningle's writing?

Excuse me, Mr. Hawley, there's a band of terrible people outside demanding to see

you. What do they want? Five thousand pounds.

But you're dead.

I ain't. I worked with him seven years, so I ought to know. That's right.

He's our pal.

He is and all.

Known him for years.

Nonsense. You're all impostors. I'll call the police. Good idea, Mr. Olly.

They'll be glad to know I didn't drown myself.

Who left that note, then? I did, but I changed my mind.

Lucky I did, eh?

No, no, I don't believe you. You're lying.

Oh, no, he isn't. That's him, all right.

I'd recognize him anywhere.

You, you're...

Let's discuss this reasonably.

There's nothing to discuss, Mr. Raleigh. Just make out a check.

I don't like it. It doesn't make sense.

First one disappears, then the other pops up.

Where's Ningle?

Where's Mr. William Ningle? He's the one behind this. He's the one who made you

reappear. No, Mr. Raleigh, you did with your generous offer.

And a very generous offer it was, too, if I might say so.

What's your filthy name?

Just make it out cash.

I'm going to give it to your son.

You can't do that! I can do what I like with my own money.

Then there's nothing to stop him getting married, is there?

Who told you about his getting married?

Mr. Ningle. I met him on the way here. He tells me everything.

Ah, yes. You and he, you're sort of twin souls, aren't you? While you're about

it, deduct 40 pounds from the cheque and give a tenner to each of my pals here.

Ah,

wait a minute. We'll see.

I tell you, I don't know where... But surely you must have... Oh, excuse me.

That may be him.

Hello, darling.

Oh, Mr. Harley.

No, he isn't. And that police inspector's here asking dreadful

questions about him and that artist man.

What? He is?

He's there in Mr. Harley's office. Who, your husband? No, Artie the artist alive

and well. What?

So you could just go away and stop asking your silly questions.

No. No, not you, Mr. Holly. Well, I give up. You can't kill anyone on this case,

unless it's me.

I don't know.

He rushed out, saying he hoped he'd make a lot of money and that he would be back

at six.

He did, did he?

That's interesting.

Thank you, Mrs. Ningle.

And if my son turns up with your daughter, tell them to stay there.

Thank you.

You win, Artie.

The money's yours.

Oh, lovely. Thank you, sir.

But I insist that you give my son the cheque yourself in the presence of Mr.

and Mrs. Ningle.

Well, I'd rather not do that, if you don't mind.

I'm not one for court in publicity.

You do it for me. I insist.

My car's outside. We'll go down there together now.

£4,960.

Your friends can collect their money from the cashier. I'll arrange that now.

Thank you. Thank you.

Sally.

Here, listen. I'm in a spot. I want you to help me.

I don't want to go down there with him. Come along now.

There you are.

Thank you.

Right away, Steve.

Straight up.

Now get that up. It should have been done hours ago.

Come along, Artie.

Come along.

Come on, in you get.

In you get.

Get that other bale out of the way. I've got to drive out there.

What are you doing? Get off my car, will you?

Get off my car!

I'm driving out that way. I said get out of my way.

Oh, the gent wants you to get out of his way. What for?

I'll get out your way, Governor. What do you mean, what for?

Get out of my way. Go on.

One, two, three.

After four. And now for Benjo's Green.

Hey, Captain, you've got a puncture. I just heard it go.

What? Yes, is that all right? Yes, that's a prank. I found it. Here, take

this off my bonnet.

And mine, mine.

Come on. Oh, in you go again.

I won't keep you a minute.

Joe, give me a hand changing my wheel.

Sorry, Governor. Who's this guy?

I'll be back in an hour.

All right, all right. I'll do it myself.

I'm only the governor around here.

Now, come on, young fellow, make yourself useful.

Jack that wheel up. Come on.

Sid. Well, I don't know, Governor. Jack, well, shove it under the spring.

All right. There we are. Come on.

Nice chance.

I can't get out. The window's jammed. The door. He locked it. Through the

roof.

Hold this nut for me.

Steady, young man. Here, let me help.

Wait a minute.

Let me give you that. Hold on.

Oh, yes. Oh, that's right. Hang on to that. That's right.

Where is he?

Where is he? He went this way. He went this way. He went this way.

What? No, he didn't go. Well, make up your mind.

Where to, sir? Bengers Green. Bengers Green? Not in my cab, Governor.

You get a helicopter.

Thank you.

No, I'm... I'm frightfully sorry.

I nearly missed it. Thank you.

Pairs, please. Any more pairs, please. Any more pairs, please.

Pairs, please. Bengers Green, please.

Eightpence. How much?

Eightpence. Eightpence.

I'm afraid I haven't any loose change. Eh?

I've got a cheque here for £4,960.

Come on, you get off the bus. Oh, no, the cheque... Come on, we're enough of

you. It's quite good.

It's legal tender.

Come on, you get off the bus.

I want a hire car now.

I'm very sorry, sir. We are so bitter that we haven't a car in the place. Ah,

what a country.

Just breathe. Drive like a madman.

The peacocks are after us. Take no notice. Drive on.

I wonder what he meant.

Well, it's six o'clock now. He should be back soon.

Willie? Willie, is that you?

Who's there?

Yes, who is it?

It's all right. It's only me.

I'll be down in a moment.

Oh, it is him.

I could have sworn.

Let them chase you. They mustn't catch me. I'll pay you a fine. Now go and get

out of here.

Where's your husband?

Upstairs. I want to see him now.

Oh, but he may be changing.

That's just what I want to see. Out of my way. One moment, please, sir. What is

it? You were driving in that van just now. Van? I don't drive in vans. I'll

see you in a minute. Stay there, please, sir.

If you didn't use the van, how did it come here? We saw you enter the house

just a moment ago.

I came by motorbike. That little one outside. I'll see you later. Can I have

your name and address, sir?

Just a formality in case anything... Well, the love of Mike.

Ningo, where are you?

Ningo, come out of there. Where are you?

Ningo,

I know you're in there. Come out. Come out, will you? Is that you, darling?

Holly, my foot. It's me, Holly.

You know, Holly.

Who?

Nellie?

You can't come in for a moment.

Now, don't fool about anymore.

Come out or I'll kick that door in.

Officer, do something.

Is anything wrong?

Wrong? Everything's wrong.

Oh, Mr. Holly, how do you... Officer, please tell this man to stop behaving in

this way. I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't interfere in family matters.

Family matters? Not unless he becomes violent.

I've been robbed.

Where's my 5,000 pounds?

Do you mean this?

4,960 to be exact.

Mr. Artie's just given it to me to give to your son as a wedding present.

Wasn't that nice of him?

Artie gave it you.

You're Artie. I know you're Artie. You know you're Artie. Everyone knows you're

Artie. Would you get Mr. Holly a glass of water? I don't want a glass of water.

I want my money.

And I'm going to stop that check.

That ought to make a very interesting story for all the other newspapers.

Oh!

I'm going to write to the commissioner, and I may say I know him personally.

Anybody know anything about that little motorcycle standing outside?

This gen came on it. Or so he says. Yes, why?

Happens to be stolen. What?

Oh! Oh, no! No, no, no, no, it wasn't me! Come on, come on!

Blowing things on someone else.

Oh,

well, that's that.

Unhappy is the man that sows the seeds of discontent, for he will surely...

Be hoist with his own petard.

And incidentally, darling, no more Artie the artist.

Oh, don't worry. I finished with him forever.

Thanks to Daddy, we'll be in clover from the start.

Oh, I think he's grand.

Much better than my old man.

Oh, I expect he helped a bit, too.

Maybe. But it was your father who fixed everything.

By the way, darling, what does he do?

He's got some new kind of job.

Two or three days a week.

Just to keep him out of mischief. Doing what?

I don't know.

Something in the city.