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Are you asleep, Johnny?

I never knew anyone sleep as well as you.

Come to think of it, I haven't had much time to, have I?

You are asleep, aren't you, Johnny?

Oh sure, you're asleep all right.

Well, sleep then.

Oh God, I got the most terrible headache.

That's what comes with thinking you're not built for it.

Sleep!

Funny what you think of when you can't sleep.

Oh hell, not even a bloody aspirin.

What about me?

Don't I exist?

Oh, I'm sorry, Johnny.

I'm sorry I woke you up.

I'm glad you're awake.

You know, I don't exist except when you're there.

Even like now when you act fed up and bored with me.

Even now it's better for me.

Oh, do you want a cigarette?

Yeah, that's what it is.

For you I've sort of gone out of life.

To be your mistress, I've become no one.

No job, no friends.

I'm just a shadow--

waiting for you to make up your mind, Johnny.

Oh, stay with me.

Stay the night.

I don't want any money.

What do I want money for?

I want you, Johnny.

Listen to me, I didn't want to have to say this.

I wanted you to choose me for me.

And now you're gonna have to tell her.

Couple of months.

Oh, Johnny, Johnny.

It'll work out, you'll see.

Everything will work out fine.

Stay tonight.

This isn't any good, you just sort

of coming here in the evenings and going home again.

This ought to be your home.

Make the break, Johnny, make it now.

Stay with me.

It will work, you'll see if it--

Johnny.

Johnny!

Mr. Restlin?

Yes?

Sergeant Wilks.

Well, it's about time.

Lucky I wasn't being murdered.

You made the call exactly 40 minutes ago, Mr. Restlin.

We've been burgled.

Somebody must have put a fist through

and opened the door from the inside.

Morning. Morning.

This is Tenby, my letting manager.

Now, who found what, and what's been touched?

Well, that was me.

There's nothing gone there.

I opened it just to check.

I kept my gloves on, though.

I knew you'd want to take fingerprints.

They must have left prints.

Might have.

Any idea what's missing?

Yes, my leases.

They stole all my leases.

I kept them in here.

They've taken the whole folder. Leases?

They swiped the lot.

Is that all they took?

That's all.

So you can bring in your paraphernalia

and start taking those fingerprints.

Suppose we get some facts first.

So now, then, um, who discovered this?

Tenby found the window broken, called me,

and I called the police.

What time was this?

Oh, about 8:45.

Was the door open?

No, locked.

I let myself in and called Mr. Restlin right away.

Any idea who might want these leases, Mr. Restlin?

How should I know?

You're the policeman.

You're supposed to tell me.

Well, I say this is an amateur job, myself.

Where's the entrance to these flats?

Round the corner.

But why amateur?

No professional thief is going to break in

just to steal leases.

Who did it, then?

Anybody owe you a lot of back rent?

Anybody try to break a lease?

They've got a hope.

There's five owing back rent. Much?

Well, one family owes two months..

Hey, do you think someone's trying to pull something?

I'm only guessing, sir.

The people upstairs may have seen or heard something.

I can't believe someone would do this

just to get out of some rent.

Of course not.

It's daft.

Doesn't know his job, that's his trouble.

Any fool would know to take fingerprints.

I must say it's a bit odd just taking the leases.

They were probably disturbed before they

could get anything else.

We'll get someone down who really knows what he's doing.

Get me the police station.

Headquarters, yes.

Whoever's in charge.

Better report back, Ernie.

Right, Sarge.

Oh, and if a gentleman comes out full of pithy suggestions,

take unit back, right?

Now, Sarge, would I do that?

I don't know.

Just touch and go with me.

Hello, KG.

Hello, KG.

Message from KG 7.

Reporting shop break-in at estate agent's.

84 King's Road.

KG 7 over.

KG 7, message received.

Estate office 84 King's Road.

N2 KG in standby.

Over.

Tell Chief Inspector about this.

Hello, Katie.

Morning, Mr. Fellows.

How are all those plugs behaving?

Quietly so far.

How's the ankle behaving?

There is nothing wrong with my ankle.

My father says there's an age when every man should

stop kicking a football around.

Well, you tell your father--

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, Sergeant.

Sir?

Have you seen a gold nugget?

No, sir.

Well, here's the day's equivalent.

Third row, block C. 3:15 kickoff.

Should be quite a match, sir.

Yeah, we'll have the hide off 'em.

Mr. Fellows.

Superintendent would like to speak to you.

Well, in spite of everything, Katie, I'll

put in a good word for you.

Supe's looking for you, Fred.

I know.

He's probably heard about my ticket.

Ah, Fred.

Morning, sir.

Are you just going off or coming on?

On, sir.

I'm not off till this afternoon.

We've had a complaint I'd like you to look into.

What sort of a complaint?

Well, somebody had a break-in last night.

Complains the police aren't doing enough.

That's a change.

The usual complaint is we're doing too much.

A Mr. Restlin.

Estate agent, King's Road--

Who's in charge?

I don't like walking in on another--

From what I can gather, Sergeant Wilks will welcome

Uncle's calming influence.

Oh, so it's Jim, is it?

Well look, sir, Jim's a first class lad.

He knows what he's doing, all right.

I'm sure he does.

But we just can't ignore this.

Yes, of course.

But so far, with respect, sir, I've managed

to keep out of family problems.

This is our problem, Fred, and I'm asking you to look into it.

Yes, sir.

It might have been worse, you know.

I could have asked you to miss that football.

In which case, I might have had to bring my retirement forward.

I don't know what more I could have done.

No one around saw or heard anything.

This is all that was stolen.

I suppose we could circulate a description of those leases,

but to whom?

Do you know any lease receivers?

Well, what's eating this Restlin character?

Ah, I don't know.

He's fingerprint wacky.

Well, he's doing all right anyway.

They're all long-term ones here.

No, one short one, John Campbell.

One month, available 28th of April.

That's three days.

You know, I can't accept this.

You put sugar in it?

No, I remembered.

Yes.

Well, if a man wants to run out on a lease,

why doesn't he just run?

Except if there's no lease, he can't be accused of it.

Yes, but he can be nicked for breaking and entering.

That's a crime.

I shall try and get more details on these short leases.

It's your case, my boy.

I've only been brought in as a mediator.

Restlin estate office.

It's on the report sheet.

I don't know which I hate most, tea without sugar

or a fat paunch.

You don't suppose seeing if somebody's

using the house for stolen goods or for a hideout?

This would be the surest way to draw attention to it.

Unless somebody's got handwriting trouble.

A lease would have handwriting on it.

Now, if somebody didn't want a specimen

of their handwriting around--

That'll be your friend.

Well, I'd say as mediator, this is

the perfect moment to mediate.

Now look, Sergeant, just a minute--

Hello. Mr. Restlin?

This is the CID, sir.

And if anything fishy's going on, I want to know about it--

Yes, sir.

Yes, of course, yes.

Well, there's a man on his way down to you now.

In the meantime, is there anyone with a short-term

lease not listed on your--

only John Campbell.

Yes, we saw that.

Well, now look, sir, suppose we come and pick you up and go

and have a look at that house?

Well, I don't know there's anything the matter,

sir, but if it's--

fine.

We'll be there in five minutes.

Right.

You can take Uncle for a drive.

Now look, Fred, I wouldn't feel at all

hurt if you took over this job completely--

Get your coat on, Sergeant.

It's your case and my rest day.

And come 2 o'clock, you'll be doing

your own duty as an upstanding and promising

member of the police force.

Right?

Right, sir.

And I'll be getting ready to watch the kickoff.

There was something funny about it.

Tenby took an applicant out yesterday afternoon

to look over the place, and it was all locked up.

Probably out at work.

Looks as if there's no one home today either.

We'll have to use your key, Mr. Restlin.

Mrs. Campbell?

Anyone at-- anyone at home?

Mrs. Campbell?

Well, they don't seem to like fresh air.

Doesn't look as if they've left for good, does it?

Locked.

Mrs. Campbell?

JS doesn't stand for Campbell.

They're not in.

No car in the garage.

Mrs. Campbell!

What do you think's happened, hmm?

I don't know, Mr. Restlin.

Probably nothing.

But while we're here, we might as well take a look round.

Well, why not?

I'm in my right showing people over.

They can't have done a flip, can they?

I mean, not with those cases still there.

Well, it shouldn't worry you.

They paid the rent in advance, didn't they?

That's right.

I got the rent.

Hey, what about the gas, light, and telephone?

They've got to have the meters read.

If they've lumbered me with the gas, light, and telephone--

Something's been burnt.

Smells as if somebody's mixed up some chlorophyll with it.

Well, personally I don't go for this Continental cooking.

Neither does Mrs. C by the look of it.

Not much food around.

Jar of coffee, a couple of tins.

Must have lived pretty much day by day.

I have been lumbered.

The meters haven't been checked since they came in.

You've got to do something about this.

I'm afraid I'm no good at reading meters.

And they've left the furnace out.

You feel it, ice cold.

Where is the furnace, sir?

In the garage.

Oh.

Do you know what a month's gas, light,

and telephone can cost me?

You've got to make them pay for this.

We don't know they're not coming back yet.

You don't have the furnace go out if you're coming back.

Quite right, sir.

What have we got upstairs?

Bedroom, bath, and stair.

I see.

I should have thought the quicker you got on your radio

and reported this--

Well, there's really not anything to report

yet, have we, sir?

Oh, that's the spare.

Why is this door locked?

I suppose because somebody locked it.

All right, all right, wait a minute.

The drawers are all empty in there.

Now tell me they haven't gone.

Nothing.

They've taken the lot.

Except the two suitcases downstairs.

Is Mrs. Campbell a brunette?

I don't know, I never saw her.

I never saw him, for that matter.

You rented the place to him sight unseen?

Tenby rented it to him.

Tenby knows him.

I see.

What have they been burning?

It's all over the house.

What are you doing?

What's that?

I'd say it's a hacksaw, wouldn't you?

Yeah, a hacksaw with a handle burnt off.

And a knife.

Well, that's a damn stupid thing to try and burn.

I was thinking--

I know what you're thinking.

Mr. Restlin, do you rent this place furnished?

Tenby turned it over to the man for a month with everything.

Linen, silver, anthracite, everything.

Is all this stuff yours?

Yes, yes, of course.

This trunk?

I don't know about that.

But if it isn't, I'm going to keep it, and the suitcase,

and everything in them.

This is where your chlorophyll was coming from.

Here, get me a screwdriver.

See if we can open this thing. Right.

Look, is this all right?

I mean, I let you in.

I don't want to get into trouble for breaking and entering.

Doesn't the law say you have to have a warrant

for this sort of thing?

The law expects its officers to have imagination

and discretion, Mr. Restlin.

If they didn't, you'd be nabbed every time

he committed a murdering offense instead of getting a caution.

What's all that?

Please stand back, sir.

Wha-- oh--

My god.

Better back it up to the garage.

What is it?

A severed corpse.

Nice people.

Ambulance, Jim.

OK, we finished.

Check with the doc.

It's all right with me.

Can we move everything?

The sooner we get the pathologist on it, the better.

Any idea when it happened?

Anywhere from three days to a week, might be longer.

She was dead before the attempted dismember.

Any idea what she looked like?

Well, it's not easy under the circumstances.

Was any surgical skill involved?

None whatever.

Whoever did it knows nothing about anatomy,

less than a butcher.

Excuse me, sir.

And what's that?

It's the ashes from the furnace, sir.

Good.

They go straight to forensic labs.

Have they marked them?

Yes, sir.

All right, off you go.

Can you help us with the cause of death?

It's pretty hard to determine till we find the rest.

We're working on that now.

Unless it's poison.

We'll know that when we go to the hospital.

Oh, now, just a minute--

Evening Argus, Inspector.

You ought to know better than trample

over that ground like that.

It's the body of a girl, isn't it?

Just keep your footsteps outside, please.

Was she pretty?

I wouldn't know.

It's a Mrs. Campbell I'm told.

Yeah, that's what I'm told.

Now, come on.

There's a good fellow.

Do you know where we could reach Mr. Campbell?

If you find out, you can tell me.

Sarge, chase away anybody who hasn't got any business here.

Look, do you mind? There's nothing to see--

Does that mean you think he did it?

We don't know who's done it.

And I'd appreciate if you wouldn't smoke around here.

I don't want my fellows bringing in one of your butt ends.

It might confuse us.

We can cope with this lot, but when the word gets round,

I don't know. All right.

Ask for some more men.

Taking an inventory?

Room by room as we go.

Anything in there?

Doesn't look like it.

All off the peg stuff you can buy practically anywhere.

Well, the laundry marks may help.

Oh, get these off to the labs, will you?

Brunette hair and some grains of face powder.

They may be able to localize her.

Not that.

Looks like Brighton will have to play without their cheerleader.

I don't see what's so funny about that.

I paid over the odds for this.

Uncle Fred.

As an upstanding member of the police force,

wasn't that rather unethical?

No more unethical than you calling me Uncle Fred

when I'm an inspector on duty.

I'm sorry, sir.

You're not half as sorry as I am.

You want the rest of this up?

It's as hard as a rock, and no sign of any recent digging.

No.

Did you get another patrol?

On its way now.

Well, when it arrives, get your lunch.

Take anybody else you can spare.

Right, gov.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

I'm Detective Inspector Fellows, Brighton Police.

Well, what's going on?

I mean, all those police and that ambulance?

Oh, a little trouble with those what's their names.

The Campbells?

I'm not surprised.

You've met them, of course, Mrs. uh--

Banks.

Flora Banks.

Only once.

That was enough.

When was that?

Couple of Sundays ago.

Mr. Banks and I paid a neighborly call.

It was tea time and she was still in curlers.

That sort of woman.

How would you describe her?

Well, you've seen her.

Touching 30, being generous.

Brunette.

Wore lipstick even with curlers.

That sort of woman.

And the husband?

She calls him that.

I noticed she didn't wear a wedding ring.

But have you seen him?

Well, not really.

He never gets home till after dark, about 8 o'clock.

Drives his car straight into the garage.

You can get in the house that way.

Yes, I know.

Usually only stays a couple of hours, then he's off again.

So you've never really seen him during the day?

Only once.

Thursday before Good Friday.

Morning or afternoon?

Afternoon.

I happened to be taking the curtains down,

and I saw a car coming up the road,

like it was that police car there.

What sort of car was it?

A gray one, a saloon.

Would you know the make?

No, but it wasn't a Ford, 'cause that's what we've got.

It drew up in front of a grocery van that was delivering there.

Did you recognize the van?

No.

That was the only time I ever saw it delivering there.

Well, out gets Mr. Campbell, big as life,

with a vacuum cleaner in his hand.

Can you describe him?

I couldn't say much about his face.

He was pretty far off.

Tall?

Sort of.

And slender.

What kind of clothes?

A fawn overcoat and a brown hat.

Age?

A bit older than she was.

You don't know what the man was delivering?

Provisions of some sort.

She was at the door in her dressing gown again.

Didn't seem to care, even in front of the tradesman.

What about the tradesman.

Had you ever seen him before?

If not here, in Brighton or locally?

I really don't have any contact with deliverymen.

My husband takes me shopping.

Tell me about the van.

Was it a big one, a small one?

Medium.

And you didn't see Mr. Campbell again?

Oh, yes, I did.

He was in there about 20 minutes,

and then suddenly he comes out again in his shirtsleeves.

So you must have seen the color of his hair.

Sort of dark, I'd say.

Well, he gets back into his car and drives it into the garage.

He left there, oh, an hour and a half later.

'Cause the doors of the garage were closed that long.

Ooh!

Look, here comes the ambulance.

Now, the Thursday before Good Friday was the 19th.

Are you quite sure about that date?

Absolutely.

I remember telling Mr. Banks how they got stocked up for Easter.

But Mr. Campbell never came back for Easter?

Oh, yes.

He came back as usual that evening.

But this time, he stayed till after we'd gone to bed.

He was off again in the morning, though.

And that's the last you saw of either of them?

Yes.

Mind you, they could have been around a lot

when I wasn't looking.

I don't spend my time prying, you know.

But I'm caretaker of these caravans

and I have to keep an eye open.

Yes, of course.

Well, thanks for your help, Mrs. Banks.

He's done something terrible, hasn't he?

Well, let's say he hasn't been behaving himself very well, eh?

Hmm.

Now, move along, please.

Move along.

Look, don't park there.

If you drive straight along, you can take the first to the left.

Gorman go to lunch?

Yes, sir, and we're getting the others away in shifts.

Call the Super, will you?

Ask him to put out a special.

Which grocery store made a delivery

here on April the 19th.

April 19.

How are the fingerprints going?

All we got so far is is a couple of smudges

that aren't any good.

He must have wiped the lot with a towel.

Door frames, doors, the lot.

I'm going back to see Restlin.

Give him my love.

You'd better get someone checking the hardware shops.

Find where that hacksaw came from.

I was just sending it to the labs.

I see.

When in doubt, pass to the labs, eh?

Well, is that wrong?

No.

Great thing this forensic science.

As long as it doesn't make this lazy.

Ah, are you eating alone?

Mind if I join you?

Yes, please.

Mr. Restlin went home.

He was feeling sick.

Was it really a murder?

Well, there was a body, but we don't know yet how she died.

No, I don't use them, thanks.

As from this week.

They tell me to suck one of these anytime I want to smoke.

Trouble is, when I've had one, I want a cigarette.

Haven't been able to eat much myself.

Can I get you something?

No thanks, my dear, I'm on a diet.

Mr. Restlin was telling me you handled this deal.

I wish I hadn't now, believe me.

I expect you want to go back to the office.

No, no, you finish your coffee.

Mr. Restlin blames me for what happened.

Gas, light, and telephone especially.

He's feeling pretty bad about that.

But I certainly couldn't see anything wrong with the man.

Can you remember anything about his looks and manner?

Any peculiarities he might have had?

Dates and times will tell me a lot too.

Dates are easy.

We've been looking them up.

Mr. Restlin was out for the afternoon

with another applicant.

Peculiarities, I don't know.

He was pretty well dressed, better than I could afford.

Tan overcoat, plaid scarf.

Red plaid, I think.

Wearing a hat?

No hat.

He had dark hair.

In his early 30s, I'd say.

Stood about 2 inches shorter than me, about 5' 11".

Hmm.

Shall we go? Yes.

Where did he come from?

I mean, what was his last address?

Unfortunately, we don't have it.

I asked for it, of course, but he

said he was in and out of hotels all over the country.

I gathered he was a salesman and moved around a lot.

Well, we may get some help from his references.

That's all in his application form.

What car was he using?

He didn't have one.

Or if he did, he must have parked it somewhere.

I drove him out to the house in mine.

Anything there to interest him particularly?

We never went in.

He seemed satisfied with the outside.

In fact, I got the feeling he only drove

out because he was expected to.

Did he mention Mrs. Campbell?

Only that he'd need an extra key for his wife.

I got the impression they were fed up with hotels

and wanted to try housekeeping for a change.

Don't close it.

Ah, I was just off.

All finished.

Here, do us a favorite, will you?

Next time, have a go at the big one.

This is Mr. Campbell's application form.

It isn't very well filled out, I'm afraid.

It was all done in such a hurry.

That's the reference.

Gary Hardware Company in Manchester.

He wanted to sign the lease right away.

He had the cash out as soon as we got back.

I can't see any character references.

He said anyone at Gary from the chairman

down would be glad to vouch for him.

Did you check that?

Mr. Restlin said not to bother, because we looked it up

and it was a reputable firm.

So it looks like Mr. Restlin made a mistake.

Is this Campbell's writing?

No, I'm afraid it's mine.

I just asked him a few questions as a matter of form,

and wrote the answers down myself.

May I use your phone?

Of course.

You see, that particular house had been empty since November.

And I knew Mr. Restlin--

Information.

--wouldn't want to lose the let.

So I wasn't being too fussy.

So we have no samples of Campbell's handwriting?

Only his signature on the lease, and that's gone.

It's probably why it's gone.

This is Fellows.

Get off a telex to Manchester.

Request information John Campbell.

Dark hair, slim, 5 foot 11", age 30 to 40,

employed Gary Hardware Company, your city.

We know where the trunk was sent from.

It's on the underneath.

It's a freight label.

Lewes.

That makes life a little easier.

Our station can't handle that many trunks in Lewes.

Why, do you want to check these with the station master?

Why, are you retiring or something?

I'm still on Operation Hardware.

Chasing that bloody hacksaw.

Two new bits of information.

Well, we can do with some.

Only things they agree on so far is dark hair and an overcoat.

The trunk came by train March 31.

That's Lewes rail charge.

Is anyone on these yet?

No, they've only just been printed.

That's why they're all wet, sir.

Yes, and that's not the only thing

that's all wet round here.

Now, now, come off it, gov.

What time have I had?

I'm out chasing that hacksaw.

So what are you doing here?

Well, even a policeman has to go sometimes, you know.

Well, go.

Don't start hopping about in here.

You like trains. What's that?

Some more no joy from Manchester.

Their John Campbell left for Saint-Tropez the day our John

Campbell rented the house.

Fellows.

Yes?

It's Harris, sir.

I'm speaking from Peck's Grocery Shop on Madeira Drive.

This is the place that sent an order to Campbell

on Thursday the 19th.

The deliveryman's still out, but he's expected any minute.

Good.

You hold him there.

I'll be right out.

We found the deliveryman.

He's not back yet, sir.

Right.

Mr. Peck?

Good afternoon.

I'm Detective Inspector Fellows.

Oh, are you?

Well, let me tell you, I don't like this at all.

You'll get me a bad name with that stigma about out there.

You know, Mr. Peck, it's a funny thing.

The people who look on the police as a stigma,

they're usually the first ones to dial

999 on the slightest pretext.

I have never dialed 999.

Well, let's hope you never have to, eh?

Look, Andy's not back yet.

You're wasting your time.

Tell me, sir, that Campbell order.

How many deliveries did you make to them?

Just that one.

She called up, and we delivered.

All this hullabaloo over 13 and fourpence

ha'penny worth of groceries.

You people should be stopping some of these robberies

instead of wasting your--

good afternoon.

Two packets of crisps.

Two packets of crisps.

Certainly, sir.

And, uh--

No, and that's the lot.

Oh, can I have that packet of chocolate raisins, Ted?

No.

You'll get them all over me shirt again.

It's your own fault anyway.

Well, you can't have 'em.

Two dozen empties to credit.

15 raw crescent.

Anything else?

You're wanted.

Are you Andy?

That's right.

Andy Roach.

I'm a police officer.

Can't you do it in the office?

Do what?

Nothing to worry about.

Just a few questions.

Questions?

Do you remember delivering some groceries

to a person named Campbell, Number One Bungalow Road, just

before Easter?

Campbell?

Hey, that's the Judy who what got herself done, isn't it?

You do remember.

Sure, I remember.

Oh, I was telling Mr. Peck.

I gave the stuff to the creep who killed her.

He paid me.

He touched my hands.

He touched them with the hands he killed her with.

We don't know who killed her, Andy.

Oh.

Now, look, suppose you tell me about it.

You bet.

It's the only time I ever went up there.

So I ring the bell, and there's this Judy, see.

And she doesn't have the money on her.

So out comes this creep, and he says, OK, how much is it?

And I said-- oh, well, I don't know how much.

And he pays me and gives me a tip.

Last I see of him, he's carrying the box into the house.

Ever seen him before or since?

Never.

But I've got like a photographic memory like.

He was in his 30s somewhere.

Looked sort of he'd been around, you know.

Probably had.

Like he was a kind of happy-go-lucky type.

Dark, smiling.

Wore a hat and overcoat.

What color?

Ah, now you got me.

You see, though I've got the photographic memory,

it's like in black and white, on account of I'm color blind.

And his car, do you remember that?

Ah, that's something else I'm photographic about.

Was it a light or a dark color?

Light.

You know, when my Judy hears about me and all this--

What make, Andy?

Huh?

The car.

The car.

Ah.

An A55 1960 saloon, and the nearside front wing was dented.

And it's been in and out of this town

for the best part of a month.

He must have bought oil, he must have bought petrol.

I want six men out covering all service

galleries starting from the town center and fanning out.

Somebody must have seen his car.

Yes?

Sergeant Wilks calling from the station.

Right.

They remember the trunk here and the girl.

Arrived on the 12:02 to Lewes April the 2nd.

Only passenger off.

She had two suitcases left by a cab.

We're trying to trace the driver now.

Looks like we have him.

I'll call you back later.

Sam Lawson, he drove the lady.

Hello, Sam.

I'll leave you now.

I can't help you.

I just drove her up to the caravan camp and dropped her.

What about the window chat, Sam?

Pretty girl in your cab, and you don't even window chat?

Nah, nothing.

Never said a word.

She was married.

Looked for the ring first.

That's my boy.

What are you trying to prove, I'm a sex maniac?

She said she was married.

He was a salesman in hardware or something.

I don't know, who cares.

I care, Sam.

That girl's dead.

Yeah, I know.

I can read.

Is it all right if I carry on with my living now?

OK, Sam.

I may need you later.

All right?

I think we're a little further, Mr. Jackson, thanks.

Anything else I can do?

You could phone Lewes for me, Lewes Station.

Say I'm on my way if they could be looking up for me.

Right. Pleasure.

Good afternoon.

Detective Sergeant Wilks, Brighton Police.

Oh, yes, Sergeant.

Brighton called us.

What a terrible business.

Not very pleasant.

Here we are.

March 31.

Charlie.

Right.

She filled in the label herself.

Stuck it on the trunk.

Just where you're standing.

I don't suppose you know who she was?

Mrs. Campbell.

Ah, yes, of course.

Ah, here's Charlie.

He helped them unload it.

Them?

That's right, sir.

Tall dark bloke.

They brought it in a truck.

What sort of truck?

Bloody dirty one.

Full of cement dust or something.

Any name in it?

Some name.

I was too busy trying to keep it off my uniform.

It was all right for him, he was in an overall.

But you should have heard my missus.

Did the man call her by any name?

I called him a few, I can tell you.

Think, man.

Think hard.

Did he use a first name at all?

Uh, would it be--

June?

I'm asking you, Charlie.

'Cause it might have been Jean, or even Joan.

It wasn't Edna or anything like that.

How could it be, starting with J?

Well, this is my name.

If the slips, perhaps

you'll give me a call at Brighton police headquarters.

Yes, sir.

Or was it Jane?

Well, have you had any luck?

Well, only that the trunk was sent from here, sir.

It seems to point at JS being a local girl.

I've already told you we have nobody reported missing.

It's quite possible she hasn't been yet.

If the girl expected to stay away for three months,

she'd have made the necessary excuses to friends or family.

What are you going to do now?

I'd like to check all the JSes in your phone book.

What do you mean? Call them up?

Yes, sir.

And if that doesn't produce something,

then I'll take all the Ses alphabetically.

Good god, there'll be hundreds of them.

I shouldn't think so in a town this size.

I suppose you want to use our phones.

Well, that was the general idea, sir.

If you could spare me a couple of men, it wouldn't--

Couple of men?

You Brighton boys are drunk with man power.

Couple of men?

That's 10% of my entire force.

How would you like to run a town this size on 19 men?

I quite understand, sir.

But, uh, if you'll let me use the phone?

All right, make your calls.

But be brief.

I don't like my lines tied up.

No longer than necessary, sir.

No, this is the foreman.

Mr. Shaw doesn't live here.

Who's that speaking, please?

Oh, I see.

The 31st of March?

Hang on a minute, would you?

Maisy. What?

It's the police.

Which one?

Do we know if any female member of Mr Shaw's family

left town on or around the 31st of March?

Somebody's having you on, mate.

No, it's straight up.

Hello?

Look, I think you'd better ask the boss himself.

No, he's not in the book.

Hold on.

It's Louis 74 50.

You're welcome.

Well, we've been an embarrassment of riches

this evening.

I mean, one on the phone and one in person.

You boys are certainly buzzing tonight.

We've been buzzing all day too.

And what can we do you for?

And no female relation of mine has left town,

I'm sorry to say.

We're interested in an A55 gray saloon

with a dented front wing.

Might have come in anytime during the last month.

Ooh, you're picking a popular color, haven't you, chum?

Plenty of A55 grays.

I don't know about a dented wing, though.

Maisy?

Nah.

The driver would have dark hair.

A man in his middle 30s.

He might have worn a brown hat and a fawn overcoat.

Nah.

And if Maisy doesn't remember a man, he hasn't been here.

Oh, ha bleeding ha.

Might you have done repairs to any similar car?

Ooh, no.

The mechanics have gone.

I couldn't swear to it myself.

Still, it'd be in the book.

KG over.

Hello, KG.

Receiving.

KG 14 Over.

Hello, KG 14.

Information received regarding hardware item two.

The brand only stocked by Gardner and Son.

Church Street, your area.

Please make inquiries there.

KG over.

Yes, we got that.

KG 14 proceeding to Church Street.

Over.

Uh, excuse me, sir.

I won't keep you a moment.

I'm a police officer.

All right.

Um, we're just trying to trace the origin of a few items.

I understand, sir, that this, um,

saw is a brand only you stock.

Is that right?

That's right. Mm-hmm.

So it could only have been purchased here?

If it was bought in Brighton, yes.

And this knife?

Oh, you can buy those anywhere.

What, have they been in a fire or something?

But it could have been bought here too?

Could have.

Look, I should be at the rotary club.

We've got--

Yes, I understand that, sir, but this is very important.

Do you recall having sold a knife

and saw like this to anyone in the last four weeks?

We sell a whole lot of knives of one kind or another.

What about the saw?

How many of those have you sold this month of that kind?

Six, seven.

It's a popular make.

But then we sell a lot of other--

So if we go through your sales slips,

we could possibly pinpoint the dates, couldn't we?

I'm afraid we don't make out sales slips.

Everything is cash--

Oh, come on, sir.

Now, you cash register turns out slips, doesn't it?

Our cash register is a cash drawer.

We start the day with 5 pounds of change.

In the evening, we add up what we've got

and subtract 5 to get our daily take.

In other words, you don't keep books.

Oh, we most certainly do.

And they show the total amount of money

we took in any given day.

But they won't show you any individual purchases.

I see.

Well, I'm sorry to have kept you.

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight, Officer.

I wish I could have been more help.

You wait all day for a break, and when you get it,

it's not worth a row of bloody beans.

Ah.

Good evening, Joe.

Good evening, Mr. Fellows.

I see we've had another murder.

You can say that again.

5-3 on our own ground.

That's not a murder, Joe, that's a massacre.

Sir.

Well, I thought you'd found the car to Le Touquet or something.

You sent me to collect information, remember?

You ought to have an encyclopedia by now.

It feels like I've been through one.

I phoned 18 pages of Louis Ses. And?

Nobody knows anything about the girl.

But two no replies I can try later.

What about the truck?

I think we've got a lead.

Good boy.

All right, Page, you can sign off.

Let them know I've gone with Sergeant Wilks, will you?

Very good, sir.

Go on, in you get.

While you're making your report, you take me for a drive.

Drive?

Where to?

The murder house.

I want to give it a going over.

It's already been covered.

Not by me it hasn't.

You don't trust anybody, do you?

I trust you, Jim, but I'm just not

the executive type, that's all.

I want to see everything myself.

What's the matter, you got a date?

I'm thinking of becoming a monk.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Daniels.

Any trouble?

No, sir.

Bunch of sightseers about an hour ago,

but I chased them off.

Never could understand people's morbid curiosity.

Don't burn your glove, will you?

I don't think your truck driver's Campbell.

Well, he fit Campbell's description.

But if he's got a truck and she's got

a trunk, why send it by train?

Brighton's less than 20 minutes' drive.

Why didn't he bring it right here?

Because he didn't want to be seen with her.

And how would he explain that to the girl?

Anyway, I'll get Lewes working on all construction and cement

trucks, even if I am being a clod.

Well, I've got a feeling we're all being clods.

Must be a clue somewhere staring us right in the face,

and I'm damned if I can see it.

Ah.

Wondering about this.

Does it work?

I don't know.

Why?

Just wondered why they'd need another vacuum cleaner.

Were there any others around?

No.

Should there be?

Well, the caretaker woman saw Campbell

arrive with another one.

Does Gary Hardware sell vacuum cleaners?

Hey, that's a point.

Could explain a lot, couldn't it?

I mean, there being a John Campbell at Gary's.

Couldn't be the same one, obviously,

but our boy would have known about it.

Especially if he'd worked there. Yes.

Well, we'll start that one rolling in the morning.

Right now, I want to take another look upstairs.

Why don't you try your no replies again?

If Restlin knew this, he'd get an ulcer.

I'd say he's already had one.

Make a note on the pad.

He can send us a bill.

Hello?

Is that Louis 69 90--

Are you 78 93--

And what does your detective ability tell you about this?

Do you think this is where he did it?

Well, that's where I'd do it. There was no blood.

I'd say it had to be here.

Yes, it seems so.

And I'm pretty ignorant, you see, which saves you saying it.

Suppose you wait four or five days before doing anything.

Would there be bleeding, or would the blood have congealed?

I pass.

MacFarlane's the boy for that answer.

Well, I'm hoping he's going to give us a lot of answers.

Did you get your numbers?

Nobody's ever heard of her.

It's like chasing a shadow.

I beginning to believe that she borrowed

that luggage and her initials don't have J or S in them.

They must be her suitcases, Jim.

Who are you going to borrow luggage from for a month?

Here, smell those.

As a man of the world, what is it?

Perfume.

I know it's perfume, I'm not that senile.

I mean what kind of perfume.

You don't give me time to study perfume.

I don't know.

They're certainly both different.

They are.

Lots of women use more than one perfume.

Yes, but how often do they use two bedrooms?

This pillow came from the other room.

One or two bedrooms, the answer's

not going to find Campbell.

If we can get enough answers to enough questions,

we'll find John Campbell.

The kind of answers I'd like are, one,

why did he steal that lease?

If he hadn't, the body would still be undiscovered.

And two, why did he stop halfway through disposing of the body?

Did he have cold feet?

Either that or a weak stomach.

Oh, I see.

You're about to work with dust again.

Well, I hate doing it, but that's about all he's left us.

Get someone on it in the morning.

The dust from every room separate.

And you better empty that vacuum cleaner too.

Ask the labs to make it priority.

Great thing, forensic science.

Look, I don't want to mess up my retirement by kicking

a sergeant in the pants.

So you better come back to my place

and I'll fry you some cod's roe instead.

Uh, Fred, I'd like to, but, uh, I do have a date.

Oh, yes I forgot.

You monks get around.

At least I had a date.

Well, if she doesn't learn how to wait,

she's the wrong girl for a copper.

And don't waste Restlin's lights.

Did you note your phone calls?

Not yet.

You don't really think that Restlin's

going to ask us to pay for two local phone calls, do you?

Listen, if I know anything about Restlin,

he's just the sort of fellow--

Did you use this pad?

No.

Something's written on the sheet above this one.

You can still see the indentations.

Anything legible?

Not yet.

Did your inventory turn up any iodine in this house?

Iodine. Yes, in the bathroom, I think.

Get it.

Yeah, it's about half full.

What's this trick?

Here, you hold that.

You better get a handkerchief.

It's going to get hot.

Now just hold that over the flame.

This was before we had forensic labs.

Where did you learn this?

Detective novels.

It'll probably say two pints of milk, please.

As long as it doesn't say Brighton 3, Southampton 5.

Jean Sherman, Greenwich. Voila.

The missing girl.

Nice of her to leave her name and address.

Sir.

There's a car coming down the road.

Well, we can't stop it.

Yes, sir, but it's driving very slow,

and I think it's a gray saloon.

What?

I saw it as it came over the hill.

Can I help you, sir?

Jumping mackerel.

You scared the daylights out of me.

My name's Hilders.

Evening Argus.

I've been assigned to this case.

Well, that's a coincidence.

I've been assigned to it too.

We finished in there.

Your relief should be along any time now.

OK, sir.

I rather hoped I might go to look round the house?

Hope's a wonderful thing, Mr. Hilders.

I don't know what we'd all do without it.

Well, can you give me anything?

I mean, I know something big's going on.

You've got patrol cars racing round town like somebody

stole the chief constable's golf clubs.

If there's anything new to announce,

you'll get it in the morning at the 10 o'clock conference.

I see.

Well, thanks for the break.

You know, the fact that your car's an MG

is the biggest break you've had in a long time.

Well, whatever that meant, I didn't get it.

Smoke? No thank you, sir.

Well, is there anything you can tell me?

As a matter of fact, sir, there is.

Leaving a car unattended with the engine running

is an offense under the Road Traffic Act.

So if I were you, sir, I'd either switch off or push off.

Yes.

Well, I can see this isn't my night.

You can tell the chief constable

his favorite writers are here.

And a villainous looking bunch, if I may say so.

Feel free.

Do you mean to tell me there isn't a single fingerprint

in the whole house?

Nothing usable, sir.

Anything new on the car?

Well, I've got men out covering the registration authorities.

They'll be compiling a list of all A55s registered within a 40

mile radius of the house.

Yes?

Your press conference, sir.

All right, in a minute.

We can't even give them the cause of death, can we?

Only that it wasn't poison.

There's the pathologist report.

May I see?

Excuse me.

Death could have been caused by blow on head, strangulation,

or brain hemorrhage.

Impossible to ascertain without missing parts.

Which we haven't found.

Time of death, 30 hour period between Friday afternoon

and Saturday evening.

This may still be reduced.

Estimated age 30.

In the third month of pregnancy.

That gives a possible motive.

It could be.

Do her parents know yet?

No, sir.

I'm off to Greenwich as soon as you finish with me.

Well, we've got the bloodhounds out there.

What don't we tell them?

The girl's identity, sir.

I wouldn't like anyone ringing her parents

until I've spoken to them.

Well, they can probably have that later.

And I wouldn't like to read about the A55.

I don't want the murderer spraying that car

or running it into the river.

In other words, we have nothing new to tell them at all.

Except that she was pregnant.

Yes.

I'm afraid they'll make a meal of that.

All right, Fellows.

They can come in now.

Yes, sir.

All yours, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Morning.

Good morning.

Morning.

Good morning, sir.

Come in, gentlemen.

Well, now. let's recap what you've got already.

Do you know who she is yet, sir?

I hope to be able to tell you more about that later today.

Picture of Campbell is in from Manchester.

Well, I didn't think we could be that lucky.

Better show it to Tenby, Mrs. Banks, and the deliveryman.

Might as well make it official.

I suppose you're off to Greenwich.

Yes.

That's the only thing I hate about this job.

Ringing strange doorbells and bringing bad news.

Where's Jim?

Down to Lewes to find that truck.

Hmm.

And while I'm gone, you can call Manchester.

I want the names of all Gary Hardware representatives

who have covered this county over the past three months,

plus a list of all men who work or have worked there.

OK, gov.

And see if they sell vacuum cleaners.

Are we off?

We're off.

And do me a favor, will you?

Get me to Greenwich without frightening the life out of me.

Wait a minute.

We passed it.

Oh, good morning.

Is there a Miss Jean Sherman known here?

Yes.

You mind if I speak to her parents for a moment,

her father perhaps?

My father's at work.

Your mother?

She's been dead six years.

What do you want?

Are you her sister?

You're police, aren't you?

Is it that obvious?

What's happened?

I'm afraid I can only discuss that with Mr. Sherman.

Well, if it's about me, I feel I have a right to know.

You?

Yes.

I'm Jean Sherman.

Well, I'd better introduce myself.

I'm Detective Inspector Fellows.

I see.

You'd better come in, then.

Thank you.

Now, would you please tell me what this is all about?

Well, maybe you can tell me.

What do you know about a man who calls himself John Campbell?

Nothing at all.

Why?

Do you know anybody by that name?

No, I don't.

Then by what name do you know the man who lives at Number

One Bungalow Road, Saltdean?

I don't know anybody in Saltdean.

I don't even know where it is.

Well, it's 5 miles outside Brighton.

What's all this got to do with me?

It's got this to do with you, Miss Sherman.

Your name and address were found written down

on the phone pad in that house.

Well, I'm sure I don't know how it got there.

You've never known a man by the name of John Campbell--

Never.

Tall, dark hair, middle 30s--

No!

Have you recently, say within the last month,

met a man, doesn't matter what his name was,

who answers the description I gave you?

I keep house for my father.

I don't get much chance to meet men.

You haven't been out with any men for the past month?

I haven't been out with any men for the past year.

I see.

May I ask what you were doing last weekend?

I spent Easter with my sister and her husband.

And they love?

In Brighton.

Would you care to write down her name and address for me?

Why not.

You'll find I was there, all right.

Don't worry.

All Saturday and Sunday?

I went down Saturday morning, and came back Sunday night.

And the week before that, you were here all week?

I'm always here.

Thank you.

You know something, Miss Sherman?

I'd take a small bet that any handwriting expert would

be willing to swear these two samples were

written by the same person.

What two samples?

What's that other writing?

Your name and address.

The paper we found in Mr Campbell's house.

Oh no.

Would you like to tell me about it, Miss Sherman?

Look, miss, it's a very serious thing

to withhold information likely to be

of assistance to the police.

Sergeant.

Aw, now.

Come on.

There's nothing to worry about.

This is Sergeant Unwin.

You just sit back there and relax.

Here.

I don't usually go around letting strange men pick me up.

I'm not the type who interest men anyway.

But he was different.

He was really interested in me.

Now, why don't you tell us the whole thing

just as it happened.

He was so nice and--

well, cozy.

He invited me to have lunch with him and drive out somewhere.

Where did you first meet him?

On the train.

When you went to Brighton?

Yes.

I-- I caught the 9 o'clock from Victoria,

and sat opposite a woman who got out at Croydon.

It was the last stop before Brighton.

I thought I was going to have the carriage to myself.

But that's where John got on.

What did Mr. Campbell look like?

I thought he looked very--

well, good looking.

He had brown eyes with a sort of twinkle.

Then suddenly he asked me if he could smoke.

It was the first time I realized it was a non-smoker.

He was very flattering.

Said it was lucky he hadn't got in with some old trout instead

of an attractive girl like me.

Did he have any kind of accent?

No.

It was just a warm, friendly voice.

So you started talking.

Mm-hmm.

He was very easy to talk to.

Charming.

I never met a man as charming as he was.

What about his clothes.

Were they good quality?

I suppose so.

Brown sports jacket and slacks.

He looked nice.

And where did he take you to lunch?

He didn't.

I told him I couldn't go.

My sister would have lunch ready and everything.

He said he just had to see me again.

He didn't want our friendship to end suddenly just like that

when we got to Brighton.

Neither did I, really.

Because-- well, I don't have any boyfriends.

And he was this charming, attractive man,

and I wouldn't see him again.

But you did.

He said if he couldn't take me out Saturday,

at least we could have a drink Sunday

evening before I return to London.

We arranged to meet at 6:30 outside the telephone booths

at the end of platform seven.

I waited until 10 to 7:00, and I was

sure he'd forgotten about me.

When suddenly I saw him.

I was so glad, I--

well, it meant something.

He took me to some cocktail bar.

It seemed very romantic, and I felt gay and sort of free.

Well, we talked like we'd known each other all our lives.

And then somehow--

I don't know how it came about, but he was suggesting

I go back to his place.

We could have supper by candlelight.

He was a very good cook.

And he'd put me on the early morning train.

I suppose I should be insulted.

I don't know, something.

But I'm not.

I'm not even shocked.

In fact, in a way, I'm sort of flattered, John.

I mean, someone like you could invite

dozens of girls back to your place,

and they'd all go like a shot.

Even if you couldn't cook.

So, I-- I'm flattered you should ask me, but I don't think so.

Now you're laughing at me.

He asked me if I'd had an affair before,

and I had to say I hadn't.

I felt very unattractive and could have cried.

Then he put his hand on mine, and he said he was glad.

Most women of my age had had too many affairs,

and those women were never capable of loving.

But now, he said, time was fleeting,

and if I didn't grasp life while I had a chance,

I might regret it for as long as I live.

So he drove you to the house in a gray car.

Gray, green, purple, I don't know.

I was too-- oh, nervous, I suppose.

While you were in the house, Miss Sherman,

you saw all the rooms?

Most of them.

Not all of them?

The one next to the bedroom was locked.

The room at the back?

No, the front.

The back room was his bedroom.

I see.

Did he say why it was locked?

He used it as an office.

It was full of papers or something.

I can imagine what you think of me.

I think you were extremely foolish to go

that far with a man you knew nothing about.

May we use your phone?

Of course.

Better break this to the super.

Don't think I wasn't full of worries and doubts.

I knew if I said no, I'd never see him again.

If I said yes, there might be other times.

Who knows, he might even fall in love with me.

Have you heard from him since? No.

Brighton 641 41.

What did you do with your suitcases?

What suitcases?

Well, I presume you took some luggage to Brighton?

Yes, of course.

One suitcase.

I don't know what you mean what did I do with it.

I brought it home.

May I see it?

Yes.

It's the only one I've got.

I've had it for years.

Inspector Fellows calling from Greenwich.

Is the super there?

How about a green trunk?

You mean do I have one?

I don't have any trunk.

No, sir, this is Unwin.

Just a minute, please.

Excuse me.

Hello, sir.

Well, I'm afraid we're back where we started.

The girl's alive.

Yes, sir, I'm there now.

Tomorrow morning?

Well, they'll have to postpone it, then, won't they?

Oh yes, sir, I realize that, but we don't

know enough for an inquest.

Inquest?

Inquest on what?

I'm sorry, miss.

--we don't even know the cause of death.

Right.

I'm going to the Yard on my way back.

I'll call you from there, sir.

Is he dead?

No, miss, but we thought you were.

What do you mean?

It wasn't papers he was keeping in that locked room.

It was the dead body of another woman.

No--

And if you'd been too curious, Miss Sherman,

there's no doubt that he would have killed you too.

It isn't true.

No--

Oh now, come on.

It's going to be all right.

Look, there's nothing--

No!

Now, please.

Now, try and get hold of yourself, Miss Sherman.

It's all right.

Please.

Now, take it easy.

There's nothing to worry about, please.

Grab her arm.

Grab it.

In there.

Water.

It's all right, Miss Sherman.

Now, take it easy.

Take it easy now.

Nothing to worry about.

Turn her over.

I don't believe you!

Now, take it easy.

Take it easy.

There, that's better.

That's much better.

Now, come on.

Let me wipe your face now.

I can't stand it.

I wish I were dead.

No, I shouldn't wish that, miss.

You've got to consider yourself lucky to be alive.

I did nothing to him.

He would have killed me, wouldn't he?

Why don't we go and sit in the other room

and talk about how you're going to help us, huh?

Help you?

That's right.

Find the number of the local police and write it down.

You see, we need your help in catching Campbell

before he harms anyone else.

You don't know where he is?

Well, we know very little about him.

See, he was gone when we got there.

Was she his-- who was she?

Well, we don't know.

We thought she was you.

Now, will you help us?

You see, the point is, if he telephones--

He wouldn't phone.

Not with the police looking for him.

But he might, Miss Sherman.

Judging from the little we do know of him,

he very well might.

I couldn't talk to him, not even on the phone.

He'd know something was wrong the minute I answered.

But you'll try.

And if he wants to see you, agree

to meet him wherever he says.

Oh, god.

But you won't have to go there by yourself.

Just let the police know and they'll be there too.

Now, look, that's the local police

number, that's Scotland Yard, and the Brighton one's mine.

Now, come on, cheer up.

You're going to be all right now?

I'll be all right.

I don't like leaving you like this, you know.

What about the people next door--

I'd rather be alone.

I'm all right now.

Quite all right.

Well, thank you, Miss Sherman.

Don't hesitate to call me.

Afternoon, Inspector.

I hear they've postponed the inquest.

Have they now?

Does that mean something new has come up?

I was hoping you'd tell me.

Well, I might if you gave me a chance,

but you've got me blocked.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Hilders.

We always try and cooperate with the press.

Well, how about a little cooperation now?

Who's the girl in the case?

We don't know.

I don't mean the victim, I mean the other girl.

What other girl?

I've heard rumors.

There was another girl in the house, wasn't there?

He had two women.

Where'd you get that story?

Ah, you know I can't reveal my sources, Inspector.

Now, look, if you've been pumping my men--

I've been doing my job.

Come on, Mr. Fellows, what about the rest of it?

What's her name?

There's no story about any girl, and you'd

better not try and print one.

In that case, maybe you'll let me have

a look at the murder house?

Take along a cameraman, get a nice picture spread--

What's this, blackmail, Mr. Hilders?

No, no.

Just the one good turn--

Now I'm going to tell you something, my boy.

You play along with me, and I'll give

you everything I can news-wise.

But if you print anything against my wishes

just the once, I will personally see

the only news you'll get on this case is what

you steal from other papers.

OK, OK.

It's mighty hard to write a story on the handouts you give.

Sorry, sir, it's me.

Oh, come in.

Well, the chief's had your inquest put back a week.

So I heard.

I gather you've had quite a morning.

Hasn't been my favorite day.

Well, it wasn't exactly quiet here.

They complied your list of A55s.

You'll be pleased to know that they

only sold 20.800 greys in 1960.

12.000 of those were grampian gray,

and 8.800 were farina gray.

Do you know the difference?

I don't even know what a grampian is.

Well, we showed this color chart to Mrs. Banks.

She picked farina gray.

Now, there are 1.250 farina grays registered

in this country alone.

Do you know how long it's going to take

to check all of these people?

Not long enough for Campbell to die of old age.

And Gorman got your list of ex Gary employees.

Now, one of them, a Richard Lester, lives in Lewes.

He also owns one of our cars.

In Lewes?

Yes, but you can relax.

He's been cleared. By whom?

The Lewes Police questioned him.

So did Gorman.

He's married, four children.

Works in a shirt factory, and he's

been putting in overtime most nights for the past two months.

And what about last Thursday afternoon?

Eh, he was supervising Easter wages.

He's also got natural red hair and no dents in his car.

Oh.

I know, that's how we felt. Now, look,

you'd better take these now.

And the chief wants to see you before the next press meeting.

Yes, well, I don't want Campbell knowing anything

about the Sherman girl.

But I think we can let them announce

our JS comes from Lewes.

We may get some more help from the public.

Do we know she comes from Lewes?

No, but it's a fair assumption.

And I'm convinced that once we've

found out who the girl is, we'll have the man within 24 hours.

Can we release that quote to the press?

Oh, I heard you were up here, Fred.

Forensic report.

Huh?

On what?

The ashes from the furnace.

Definitely bone and flesh.

Well, it's nice to know we're right about something.

Is Gorman in? Hmm.

He was in there.

Like to put that on my desk?

Sergeant, ask the Croydon Police for a check.

See if a Joan Campbell registered

in any of their hotels last Friday night.

We've got him to Croydon, have we?

Well, he boarded a train there last Saturday morning.

He might have been there overnight.

Gorman.

Tell me about Richard Lester.

There you go.

Just looking through your--

Richard Lester.

How old is he?

Uh, 37, but he's not our man.

Does he fit anything like the description?

He's not our man.

Is he anything like the description, Sergeant,

I'm asking you.

Well, he could be, I suppose.

But this man--

Yes, he has red hair.

I know.

Anyone who can change his name can change his hair.

I want him rechecked.

But we've already done that, sir.

He was at the factory from 9 or 10

o'clock almost every evening.

The foreman even showed me his time sheets.

But what was he doing the nights he wasn't there?

Staying home.

Who says so?

He does.

And you're going to take his word for it?

He was at the factory most nights.

I want proof that he's not the right man,

and if you can't get it, I'll have

him brought in for questioning.

If necessary, I'll put him on an ident parade.

Is Wilks back?

Yes, sir.

Well, on your way out, tell him I want him.

And don't sulk, Ed, I know you've double checked.

But this is the nearest to a clue yet,

and it ought to be triple checked.

Of course, sir.

Oh, by the way.

The Gary Hardware Company doesn't sell vacuum cleaners.

I double checked that too.

Yes?

Now, I don't expect sympathy, Fred.

I need it too.

Well, what happened to you?

Nothing, except that Lewes Police

is beginning to hate the sight of me.

No truck?

We questioned every builder, construction firm, sand quarry,

and cement works in the town.

No one took any truck to any station.

I still don't think that man was Campbell.

You had your lunch?

In the sand quarry.

Yes, sir?

Can you organize a sandwich?

Ham, cheese, anything.

No butter.

You heard about Greenwich.

The super held a requiem.

Well, there's no need to be defeated about it.

If we get enough nos, there comes a time

when there's only yes left.

This is where Agatha Christie would have pulled something

brilliant out of the bag.

Yeah, well, I haven't got Agatha Christie,

so we'll just have to start again from the beginning.

Have a cigarette.

Thanks.

OK, so we have a Miss or Mrs. JS who sends a trunk from Lewes.

If we accept the luggage was hers, then she's a Miss.

Now, the initials on the trunk were old ones.

Those on the suitcases are new and they're the same.

If she was married, they'd be different.

Mystery S follows her trunk to a love nest in Saltdean, gets

herself dismembered, and by a freak coincidence is

succeeded by another Miss JS.

JS is dead, long live JS.

Coincidence, but not a freak.

JS are probably the commonest initials there are.

So common we can't even find anybody who knows her.

So it simply means the telephone wasn't in the family name.

This girl gets around, so she must have access to a phone.

That makes it a boarding house.

Or she shares a flat with another

girl, and the phone's in the other girl's name.

Right.

Now, why should a single girl live in a town like Lewes

without her family?

She works there.

Yes, in an office or a factory.

Maybe a factory.

Hey, what's that factory up by the castle?

The one that employs all those girls.

They make stockings.

Nylex?

Nylex.

Now, what do you bet me she doesn't or didn't work there?

I'll go further, Campbell works there too.

Will you buy that?

No, it's not based on a single fact.

You're out in space, Fred.

No, everything's out in space, even our ideas.

Why should he set up a house at all?

Not to live with her, but just to visit her in the evenings.

Now, don't go naive on me.

All right, he could do that where she's living already.

Look, Fred.

There are hundreds of men setting up places for hundreds

of girls all over the world--

But not for one month.

It's like the art collector who paid 500 pounds to an Eskimo

for a beautiful hunk of ice carving,

only when he got it home, it was nothing but a bucket of water.

I mean, what's this girl buying?

Hello?

No, who?

Oh, it's Harris.

Yes, Harris.

I'm in Lewes, sir.

I've found a garage that services

a gray A55 with a bent wing.

They think the owner might fit Campbell's description.

Yes.

His name is Clyde Burchard.

He lives at Number Two Saxon Street and is there right now.

Go to the Lewes Police and tell them I'm coming over.

Ask them to send somebody with you to watch the house.

But don't tip the man off and don't touch

him unless he tries to leave.

Burchard's still in there.

It's the first floor.

Good.

Sergeant Wilks and I will go in.

You stay put.

Tell them.

Right.

You're getting quite hot.

There can't be two like this.

Now, take it easy.

I've been in this game too long to get excited.

Mr. Clyde Burchard?

That's right.

We're police officers.

Just like to ask you a few questions.

About what?

Well, I'd rather ask you inside, if you don't mind.

Well, what is it?

Have you read anything about a body that was

found in Saltdean yesterday?

No.

Bungalow Road was the address.

It was a woman.

She was in a garage in a trunk.

Do you know the place?

No, certainly not.

What's this got to do with me?

Well, we don't know yet, Mr. Burchard.

That's why we wanted to ask you some questions.

Is that your A55 outside?

Yes.

What about it?

Well, the fellow who lived in the house

had an identical car, bent wing and everything.

What?

Did you rent the house by any chance?

No, and anybody who says I did is a liar.

What's your occupation, Mr. Burchard?

I sell vacuum cleaners.

Is that supposed to be illegal or something?

Do you mind the Sergeant taking a look round while we talk?

Yes, I do mind.

You have no right to come in here like this--

But you brought us in, Mr. Burchard.

I could easily send back for a search warrant.

That would mean putting up with us for another hour or so.

All right, look.

I have nothing to hide.

How long have you lived here, Mr. Burchard?

18 months.

And how much rent do you pay?

Oh, I sleep here.

I don't waste my money on a place to sleep.

Well, I suppose a fellow in your work

can take off all the time he wants.

Well, you can, but you don't make much money doing it.

Can you tell me what you did last weekend?

I was away.

Where?

In London.

How did you get that?

By train.

What train?

Around 6 o'clock, the one I usually take.

Do you go to London every weekend?

Mostly.

Why?

Well, what do you think I'm going to do, stay here?

You're not answering my question, Mr. Burchard.

I have a good time, of course.

Did you meet anybody on the train, someone

who could back up your story?

No.

You didn't sit next to a girl perhaps

and chatted up a little?

No.

What the hell are you doing?

It's quite a harem you got in here.

All right, so I go out with girls.

Is that a crime--

Are you married, Mr. Burchard?

No, I'm not married.

She's the only one about the right build.

Listen, I don't know anything about any woman in Saltdean.

You want to tell us the names of these girls?

No, why should I?

Look, Burchard, you've got to realize that you're

in something of a jam here.

The house where we found the dead girl was rented by a man

called John Campbell.

Mine's Clyde Burchard.

Called John Campbell.

That wasn't his real name, of course.

His real name could have been anything,

including Clyde Burchard.

I never rented any such house.

Have you ever been to prison, Mr. Burchard?

And we can find out.

It's better you tell us yourself.

Once.

What for?

A girl told me she was 18.

You cover houses in the Brighton area?

I go all over the country.

When were you in Saltdean lost?

I haven't covered Saltdean.

May I see your record book?

What record book?

Well, of your calls.

You must have a record.

It's in my head.

I don't write that stuff down.

What are you doing in my desk?

Now look, man, the more you stall,

the deeper you're getting.

If you think I killed that woman, you're mad.

I've never been to Saltdean.

Then how'd you sell two vacuum cleaners there?

All right, Burchard, get your coat and your shaving things

if you want.

I'm arresting you.

For what?

Suspicion of murder.

You're not obliged to say anything, but whatever you say

will be taken down in writing and may be given in evidence.

Ride with him in the squad car and warn Harris.

Right.

I'll let Superintendent Ramsey know.

You can't hold me. I haven't done anything.

If you want to call your lawyer, I have no objection.

Where would I have a lawyer?

Well, we better find a good one for you quick.

Come on.

All right, I went to Saltdean.

Those places are all alike.

Saltdean, Rottingdean.

I didn't remember.

You got me mixed up.

B-- but I was never in Bungalow Road.

I swear I was never in Bungalow Road.

Watch it, two steps down here.

Right, off with that.

Look, you've got to listen to me--

Don't worry, we'll listen. Take him in and book him.

Hold him ready for an ident parade.

Very good, sir. This is wrong!

Wrong!

Go and round up Andy Roach, the deliveryman, and Mr. Tenby.

Get them here as soon as you can.

All right.

I think we've found our pigeon.

You're kidding.

We're going to stick him on ident parade.

Do you want to go out and find them?

Dark hair, around 6 foot, medium build.

You mean now?

Well, why not?

If we're wrong, we don't want to keep the man in jail.

If we're right, the sooner we know, the better.

OK.

Oh, by the way, your girl called.

Said she knew it was a stupid question, but.

I might even surprise her and make it tonight.

Does this mean you've found him?

You found the killer?

Where's Mr. Tenby?

Mr. Restlin stopped him.

Said Tenby could do what he bloody well liked after 5:30.

But until then, he was running a business.

All right.

On the afternoon of Thursday 19th of April,

you handed some groceries to a man

at One Bungalow Road, Saltdean.

Now I want you to look at the members

of an identification parade.

And if you see the same person, indicate him to me

by touching him.

Oh, I'll do that, all right.

Photographic memory, that's me.

If Tenby arrives, inform the Sergeant right away

and get him in.

Only one?

The other one will be about a half an hour.

It's exciting, isn't it?

This is the man.

This is him.

It's him!

That's the man! You're mad!

I've never seen him before in my life.

Oh no?

You were the creep up at that house.

The one with the A55.

Who is that man?

You know who I am--

Who is he?

I have a right to know!

Who is he?

Are you sure?

Are you absolutely sure?

Of course I'm sure.

How did you find him?

Would you be willing to swear to it in court?

Any time.

Thank you, Mr. Roach.

See that he gets transport.

Just put me in the box, and I'll swear on a stack of Bibles.

This way, Mr. Roach.

I wouldn't ever forget that man.

I've got a photographic memory.

All right, simmer down, Burchard.

There's a lawyer on his way.

Listen, who is that man?

I have a right to know.

I don't think you have, but I'll tell you anyway.

He's one of the four witnesses who can identify the man

called John Campbell.

Is he claiming I'm Campbell?

He's swearing to it, if you want to know.

That's not true!

Who is he?

Where does he claim he saw me?

Where is he getting the idea I'm Campbell?

He delivered groceries to you, Burchard.

Last Thursday the 19th, to be exact,

at Number One Bungalow Road.

Oh my god.

Do you want another parade when Tenby arrives?

Yes. It's a nuisance, but--

No, wait.

Wait a minute!

I'll tell you, Inspector. I want to talk.

I want to tell you everything.

And I lied about not keeping a record book.

It's in that bag with the rest of my stuff.

A complete list of calls and addresses.

I want you to look at it.

It's just that you came at me so fast.

Once I said I didn't know her, I kept getting in deeper.

That's it, the diary.

Read what it says for Thursday the 19th.

You tell me.

It says, Joan Campbell, One Bungalow Road, Saltdean.

And a little star against it.

Am I right?

Don't you see?

I was trying to sell the woman a vacuum cleaner.

That's how the deliveryman saw me there.

It was the first house I stopped at.

She's at the door taking in groceries.

But she doesn't have change 'cause

she's in her dressing gown.

So I offer to pay.

Well, this is good business.

She invites me in while she gets the money.

And later you come out minus a jacket

and drive your car into the garage.

Is that your usual sales technique?

Well, I didn't make a sale.

At least not a vacuum cleaner.

That's why there's a star against the name.

That means-- well, the lady was willing.

I count four more stars.

And you're telling me those ladies were also willing?

Look, I don't want you to think I make passes at everybody

who opens the door.

But a man gets so as he can tell when he meets

a woman if she'd be interested.

And I knew Joan Campbell was interested the way she said,

That was kind.

How much do I owe you?

Let's see now.

13 and fourpence ha'penny, madam.

That is, of course, without service.

Oh, well I usually get service included.

In that case, we'll deduct the ha'penny.

I'll get my purse.

Hey, don't tell me you're one of those?

Yep, one of those, but not one of those.

Don't worry.

You wouldn't be mistaken.

It must be hard work your job.

I suppose after a while you get used to having

doors shut in your face.

Sometimes they don't shut and you meet interesting people.

May I?

Do you sell many of those?

I do all right.

Yes, well, I have a cleaner, and it works fine.

Too bad.

I was hoping we might do business.

13 and fourpence.

I'll have to owe you the ha'penny anyway.

Well, I can't demand much in kind for a ha'penny, can I?

You're a fresh one, aren't you?

I'm a curious one.

What about?

A girl like you living out here by herself.

Who says I'm by myself?

Well, that's good.

Because no one could blame you getting pretty

lonely in a place like this.

Yes, it is lonely.

During the day, damn lonely.

Do you want a drink?

Thanks, but I have a living to earn.

And since I can't sell you anything.

You haven't really tried, have you?

Not really.

And you'll never know if you don't try, will you?

I mean, you've come all this way.

You might as well give me the sales talk.

How long do I have?

A couple of hours.

What's the average time for a sale?

You don't mind me taking off my coat?

And you better put the car away in the garage.

Who cares about the car?

I care, and so will that nosy old cow in the caravan.

You've made your point.

And I'll have that drink.

I was there until around 5 o'clock, then I took off again.

And that's the truth, I swear it.

You made no attempt to see her again?

No.

I starred her name in case I was in the neighborhood.

I don't often go back to places.

When did you learn she was dead?

When you told me, Inspector.

I swear that's the first time I heard.

One of those pictures of her in your photograph collection?

Hell no.

Those are just pictures I've picked up over the years.

Mr. Tenby, sir.

No, not yet!

Sorry, Sarge, but Mr. Fellows--

All right, never mind.

It's done now.

Did you wish to see me?

That's quite correct.

Mr. Burchard, Mr. Tenby.

How do you do, sir?

Uh, perhaps you'll wait outside for me?

Yes, of course.

All right, all right, men.

Bring him to my office.

Am I cleared?

Give him his stuff back.

Very good, sir.

You've never seen him before?

No, that's certainly not the man.

I suppose there could be a slight resemblance, the shape

of the face and the mouth, but it's definitely

not the John Campbell I saw.

Well, thank you for coming in, Mr. Tenby.

We may have to trouble you again.

Certainly.

If it could be out of office hours.

Mr. Restlin is--

Yes, yes, of course.

I got the proof.

Of what? Richard Lester.

I talked to his neighbors and they

verified that he's home almost every night, including Easter.

Do you want times? No.

The night Campbell was supposed to be in Croydon,

this man was at home--

All right, all right.

So he's clean.

Told you that earlier.

Look, there's no point in us both losing our tempers.

You can't afford it with me, and I can't afford it for myself.

What time are you off duty?

Three hours ago.

All right, go home, Ed.

Take your shoes off and have a bottle of beer for me.

Those are the best orders I've had yet.

All right, Evans.

Well, Burchard, it looks like there's a good job

you've been telling the truth.

But I want a few more answers.

Sit down.

What sort of a person with this Joan Campbell?

I didn't know her very long.

I'm aware of that.

But you did have a character to go with a body.

What was she like?

I mean, was she easygoing, a neurotic?

Was she eager or just permissive?

You must have noticed something.

She was-- she was interested.

She didn't attack me or anything.

What did she talk about?

Trivialities, I don't know.

We didn't talk much.

Tell me about her teeth.

Any special caps, fillings, or crowns?

If there were, they didn't show.

She had good teeth.

She wear any rings or any other jewelry?

A wristwatch.

What kind?

Small, round, golden with a black cord strap.

How small?

Size of a shilling, sixpence?

Um, between the two.

Nothing else?

Nothing.

All right.

Thanks.

Copy of your statement will go to the Lewes Police,

and they'll keep an eye on you.

So from now on, I shall sell vacuum

cleaners and nothing else.

Yes, sir.

Can I have my record book?

No, I'm holding on to this for a while.

And you listen to me, Burchard.

You've had one conviction for indecency.

You get another one, and you'll be in real trouble.

So that's Mr. Burchard?

Well, I'm not a prude, but a man like that

makes me want to take a bath.

All right, let's have it.

What else hasn't worked?

Nylex Hosiery Company.

No JSes there for their staff in the last six months.

And that goes for six other factories,

12 beauty parlors, 15 chemists, and 7 hairdressers.

All right.

So we'll have to start again.

It's beginning to look like the perfect murder to me.

There's no such thing as a perfect murder, my lad.

Somewhere there's always a flaw.

There's always a track leading from the kill to the killer,

and no matter how well he covers the track,

he's going to leave more tracks doing it.

We haven't even sniffed at one yet.

Oh, which means that we're thinking

wrong and looking around.

Supposing the girl doesn't come from Lewes?

That girl came from Lewes.

If you send a trunk, you're going

to send it from the nearest station, aren't you?

Yet we can't find anyone who knows her.

Maybe we're not asking the right people.

There's a flaw in that mess somewhere.

I don't know what or where, but there's got to be.

And that reminds me.

I want a list from all pawnbrokers of any ladies

watches bought in after April the 19th.

There's a description.

Do it right away, and don't tell me

you're off duty three hours ago.

I never said a word.

Well, don't.

Now, where's Wilks?

Information room.

Well, let's hope he's getting some.

He was checking up on dentists.

Dentists?

Yes, mm-hmm.

At 29 Edgehill Drive.

Yes, I got that.

That's, um, six in all.

Thank you for your help, sir.

So we're trying to identify teeth now, are we?

I suddenly had a brainstorm.

Make over these numbers, Katie, and get me those two first,

will you?

Yeah, you didn't think of teeth, did you?

As a matter of fact, I did it.

I also thought of not having any to identify.

No, but a dentist is the one place where a person

would be known if she went.

Anyway, I turned up five JSes, and two of them are Joans.

They say Joan Stevens is out.

Oh, let me have it, will you?

Mm-hmm.

Hello.

Do you know when Miss Stevens will be back?

Oh, I see.

But she does still live there?

Uh-uh.

Thank you.

Right, next.

You know, one day I'm going to be proud of you.

Now, sir, don't say anything that could be

used in evidence against you.

Your second call, Sarge.

May I speak to Joan Simpson, please?

Oh.

Did she leave any forwarding address?

Yes.

Yes, I can send it care of her parents.

Fine.

Much obliged.

Joan Simpson left Lewes at end of February.

They don't know where, but her parents might.

In Windsor.

Do you want my desk now, or shall I tidy it up first?

I'd just like to tidy this up and keep

one date before I'm past it.

Well, it looks like another drive.

Somebody's got to tell these parents what

happened to their daughter--

if it is their daughter.

She's run off with some man, that's what she's done,

hasn't she?

Run off with some man and got herself into trouble.

I'm afraid so.

I'm not surprised.

She's a no-good tramp.

That's what I told her.

That's what I told you. She's a good girl--

Whatever she's done, she deserves what she's got.

Why do you say that, Mr. Simpson?

She doesn't live the way we brought her up.

Albert--

Always playing around with some man.

You don't know that.

What do you mean I don't know it?

I do know it.

What about that droop at the airport?

Do you think he bought her things

because she's good at typing?

That's no way to talk about your daughter,

especially to strangers.

Joan's a good girl.

She always lived with us.

She was nice to have around.

Never an unkind word, never a--

I should say so.

Well, you did it Albert.

Always hitting at her because she wanted a good time.

Well, what's being young for except to have a good time?

Well, she didn't have to go sleeping it around.

That's not the way a decent girl should behave.

I told her.

I warned her she'd have to pay the price.

What kind of trouble is she in?

We think she's been killed.

Huh?

That can't be.

We found a body which has tentatively

been identified as Joan Simpson who was living in Lewes.

We've been told that you're her parents.

Joany--

Is there any chance of a mistake?

Well, until you and your husband identify her--

well, no, I--

I'm afraid there isn't much question.

You said-- did you mean someone killed her?

We believe so.

Did you catch him?

No, ma'am.

We're trying to.

I was hoping that you can help us.

Yes, of course we'll help.

Please excuse my husband.

You see, he-- he really loved her very much.

Yes, I never doubted that.

Perhaps you'd rather I came back later.

No, I don't mind talking about her.

I'd like to talk about her.

Where was she working before she went to Lewes?

At the airport.

She was there four years.

And the man your husband mentioned?

Oh, Mr. Hammond?

Yes, yes, she worked for him.

My husband thinks she--

she wasn't a nice girl with Mr. Hammond,

but I don't think that's true.

Did you ever meet him, Mrs. Simpson?

Oh yes, he used to call for her.

He always seemed a gentleman.

I think my husband was jealous because Mr. Hammond

did such nice things for Joan.

And what about other men friends?

Oh yes, she always had plenty of dates.

Until Mr. Hammond.

Then they stopped calling.

I think she discouraged them.

I-- I think maybe she was hoping to marry Mr. Hammond.

But she didn't.

One day he suddenly left the company

Joan was very upset, especially when my husband

kept saying how he told her so.

So she followed him to Lewes?

I-- I don't know where she went.

She came home one night and said she'd got another job

and was moving out.

She never wrote to you?

Well, you've been very helpful, Mrs. Simpson.

Thank you.

Now I'll be getting along, sir.

There'll be a car here in the morning.

It's just a formality of identification.

I understand.

I'll see myself out.

And why was John Hammond fired, Mr. Blake?

We'd been getting complaints.

He couldn't keep his hands off some of the staff.

One of them being Joan Simpson?

Not one of the complaints.

They seemed to get on fine.

How long was she a secretary?

Oh, about six months, I think.

His regular girl left, and he asked us to upgrade

Joan from the typing pool.

Would you still have his file?

Certainly, but you won't find much in it.

Bring me the 1960 personnel file, please.

1960.

Thank you.

Any idea what happened to him after he left?

Not a clue.

I believe one of the freight boys met him about a year ago.

He said he was selling cars in the Midlands or something.

Do you know if he continued to see the girl?

I'd be very surprised.

He was the type to be staking out new claims rather

than hanging on to old ones.

Come in.

1960 personnel.

Thank you.

Oh, excuse me, miss.

Does the name John Hammond mean anything to you?

Do you know him?

Know him?

I still got the scars.

Ooh, sorry, Mr. Blake.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to question

a lot of your staff, sir.

Do you really think Hammond did this terrible thing?

I'm willing to bet my pay packet on it.

John Hammond is John Campbell, and furthermore, he

lives in this area.

Based on what facts?

Well, sir, If we accept Campbell is Hammond,

the jigsaw begins to make a picture.

We now see why Joan Simpson came to Lewes.

She was following him.

We're even getting a motive.

She wanted to marry him.

Maybe he promised to marry her.

So she pesters him, even threatens to tell his wife.

Have we established a wife?

Well, if he isn't married, why rent a house?

She could go to his place.

I believe he took that house to keep her quiet while he

planned what to do with her.

So what's the next move?

Well, with your permission, sir, I'd like the Yard to send

down an identi kit immediately.

I want to build up a composite picture of this man,

and issue it to the press as soon as possible.

All right.

Will you arrange that?

Yes, of course.

And I'd like them to put Jean Sherman

on the 11 o'clock train.

And if they can get Mr. Blake at the airport, let's

have him too.

They should be able to make it.

I take it you're also bringing in the Banks woman and Tenby.

Yes, sir.

Between the four of them, we should build up a pretty

good picture of our man.

And there's even a chance we'll recognize him.

Yes, I have an idea.

But it's a wild one, sir, and if I'm wrong,

I'll be the laughing stock of the town.

Well, let's hope you won't be.

Meantime, is there anything new we can give to the press?

Best we can say is that the wheels are grinding, sir.

Yes, the trouble is that when the wheels

aren't making any noise, people think

we're sitting on our hands.

I know.

All right, Fellows. Thank you, sir.

Sergeant.

Go and get a car down to the caravan site.

I want to make sure Mrs. Bank is here without fail at 12:00,

and that goes for Mr. Tenby.

Any trouble with Restlin, refer him to me.

OK.

Papers have spread the trunk label and initials.

Good.

We've already had six JSes call and say

they're alive and kicking.

How far can you drive in 25 minutes?

What? In average traffic.

Ooh.

I'd say about 8 or 9 miles.

Why?

Because I believe that John Campbell Hammond

lives within 20 to 25 minutes of the murder house.

Well, since the girl's parents don't know where he is,

and the airport put him in the Midlands selling cars--

I don't care if he sold boats at Scapa Flow.

Right this moment, I'll lay odds he

lives somewhere in that circle.

Come down, Fred.

You're up in the stratosphere again.

Do you accept he was at that house around 8:00

every evening?

Yes, we have to.

So we accept he can't go during the day

because he's got a regular job.

Now, he gets through at what, say 5:30 to 6:00.

First he goes home to have dinner with his wife.

Nice understanding wife lets him out every night.

He only rented the house for a month.

Now, he tells his wife he's trying

to earn some extra money.

Maybe a spare time salesman.

And with Easter coming up, he's going to be working

in the evenings for a month.

It still doesn't put him in that circle.

It will if you shut up a minute.

Now, he dines with his wife at, what, 7:00?

7:00.

Give them 45 minutes to eat.

That allows him about 15 minutes to get to Saltdean.

Allow 10 minutes either side, and John

Campbell Hammond has to leave within 25

minutes of the murder house.

DI's office.

Who?

Mr. Bunnell.

Oh, yes.

In here.

Bring him through, please.

Who's Mr. Bunnell?

Another suspect?

Well, I'm past the stratosphere now.

I'm practically in orbit.

That's the client Tenby took to the house the day

before the burglary.

They couldn't get in, remember?

Yes, I remember.

Mr. Bunnell, sir.

Oh, come in, Mr. Bunnell.

Sit down.

This is Sergeant Wilks.

Oh, how do you do, sir?

And how do you do?

Do you know I've never been in a detective's office before?

It's rather exciting, isn't it?

Mr. Bunnell, you went out to look at the house

on Tuesday the 24th.

Absolutely correct, sir.

I just finished playing with the boys.

I'm a school master, of course.

You drove out to the house?

Yes, absolutely correct.

Mister, um-- Tenby, isn't it?

And I, yes.

We took my car, and then we couldn't get in.

The house, of course.

We rang the bell several times, but the place

seemed quite deserted.

Mister, um-- you know, hasn't got the keys with him.

But he suggested if we came back the next day,

there was sure to be someone there.

Of course, the very next day I found out that someone

had perished there.

How many people knew you were going to look at the house

again?

Well, my wife, of course, and possibly Mr. Marks.

That's our maths master, you know.

And how old is Mr. Marks?

Oh, Old Marks?

Oh, he's well into his 60s.

Yes, a real Mr. Chips.

And you're quite sure nobody else could have known?

Oh, absolutely sure, yes.

Well, I'm much obliged to you, Mr. Bunnell.

Oh, is that all?

You've been a great help.

Have I?

I didn't think I'd been a very good witness.

Oh, but you've been an excellent one.

Oh, have I? Well, I'm so glad.

Well, it's something to tell the boys anyway, isn't it?

Do you know, I thought I was going

to get a good grilling there?

Well, come on.

I work here too.

I've been adding up my theories.

Someone didn't want us to identify

his writing on that lease, that I understand.

But why did he stop destroying the body on Tuesday night?

I thought we agreed, it was fear of discovery.

Not fear, Jim, expectation.

He knew something was going to happen on Wednesday.

But it wasn't necessarily Mr. Bunnell.

I can't sell you anything, can I?

Only thing that will sell me is when somebody points and says,

that man is John Campbell.

I want Sergeant Unwin to meet the midday train from London

and escort Miss Jane Sherman here.

Yes, he knows her.

Jean Sherman?

A bit more of my stratosphere stuff.

It probably won't pay off.

But by the law of averages, if you keep trying long enough

something's bound to happen.

Could you sit over there, please?

The others are just coming in.

Miss Sherman, Mr. Blake.

How do you do?

And Sergeant Neilson, the identity kit operator.

Between you all, we're going to try

and build up a composite likeness

of the man we're looking for.

Ah, Mrs. Banks.

Come and sit over here, will you?

John--

All right, Mr. Tenby.

Come on.

It was an accident.

You can tell us about it later.

Come on, take him away.

It was an accident!

Well, you've got to listen to me!

It was an accident!

I can prove it!

It was an accident!

Johnny.

It happened in the kitchen.

When I told her I wasn't seeing her again,

that even if she went to my wife I wasn't going on with it,

there was a scene.

She became hysterical, and grabbed a knife and came at me.

I tried to get out of the way and fell.

She was rushing at me so hard, she tripped over me

and fell against the sink.

I thought she was just unconscious.

But when I couldn't revive her, I realized she was dead.

That's the truth.

You've got to believe me.

I'm afraid I don't, Mr. Tenby.

I think you killed Joan Simpson because she

was threatening you.

Because she was pregnant--

It's not true!

Because it was a very carefully planned murder.

No!

Even to the purchase of a knife and hacksaw.

Yes, we traced them to Gardner's Hardware Shop.

All right.

I admit that.

But it was after she died.

I bought them after.

When?

I bought them, when was it, Monday?

Yes, that's right, Monday.

After I put Jean Sherman on the train.

You bought them before she was killed.

I swear I didn't. The shop's near the station.

That's why I bought them there.

To use on the body.

I was in a blind panic.

I realized what it would look like if I called the police.

They'd think I was guilty no matter what I said.

Have you ever been to prison, Tenby?

Once.

What for?

I embezzled 50 pounds.

It was a long time ago.

Under what name?

Campbell, Hammond, or Tenby?

Tenby, it's my real one.

Were you married then?

Yes, my wife knew everything.

I changed my name and worked as a salesman

for a Croydon cosmetic firm.

Were you thrown out of that job too?

No.

I got a better one at the airport.

That's where I met Joan.

How soon did you start planning to kill her?

I didn't kill her!

It was an accident!

Well, tell us about it.

What you did, what she did.

But I've already told you!

All right, well let's have it again.

Tell Sergeant Wilks.

And she started making demands about divorce and marriage.

I-- I thought it was safest to go on seeing her for a while.

So you drove her trunk to the station

to make sure she brought it.

I didn't drive anything.

Who did, then?

Her roommate's fiance.

He runs a chicken farm or something.

His name?

I don't know.

Her roommate was Ruth somebody.

We never met.

So you rented a house and dreamt up another name.

I told my wife I was back on cosmetics.

And when was the big blowup?

Friday night.

Joan wanted me to stay the weekend as if we were married.

I said no, and she started getting hysterical.

So you knew you'd have to kill her.

Don't keep saying that!

She fell!

Against the sink!

And off you went to Croydon.

I had to get away where I could think.

Where'd you do this thinking?

In a flat.

I don't know the address.

Who's flat?

I don't know her name!

And the next morning you picked up Jean Sherman on the train.

It sounds terrible put that way.

How would you like me to put it?

I just wanted to be with a woman.

It's always been that way with me.

When I'm in trouble, I turn to a woman.

Why didn't you finish the job?

I was terrified Restlin would take that schoolteacher back

with the key.

So you bundled everything into a trunk to stage a burglary.

I knew the first thing they would do is check the lease,

and it was in my handwriting.

I didn't kill her!

She died accidentally!

It was an accident.

Would you like a cup of tea or coffee, Mr. Tenby?

Tea, please.

Right, we'll have a cup of tea and then

we'll go over it again.

I can't keep telling it!

Why not?

Unless you're afraid of forgetting something.

She rushed at me with a knife.

She tripped and struck her head.

What sort of knife?

A long carving knife.

The one you bought at Gardner's.

I didn't buy that till Monday!

Well, you have another think.

We'll go over it again later.

Well, we might as well face it, he's got us over a barrel.

I don't care how often he denies it, he killed it.

I'll stake my life on that.

He doesn't have to prove he didn't murder her.

We have to prove he did.

Don't have a chance.

Of course we've got a chance.

Show me where.

How did she die?

It could have been an accident as he says.

He bought the knife and hacksaw while he

was planning to murder her.

That's our version, but we can't prove it.

Could have been Monday as he says.

We go to all this trouble to catch a man,

and we can't touch him just because some bloody hardware

shop doesn't keep records.

All right, shut up.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

You know I don't blame you, Fred.

You've done a hell of a job.

It's just the breaks of the game.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Hey, I hear you've got him.

Leave us alone, there's a good fellow.

Well, have you or haven't you?

Oh, come on, Mr. Fellows. You owe me a break.

I never mentioned the Sherman girl, did I?

I'll get the chief to give you a medal.

I think I'll put in for the show column.

- I wouldn't have his job either. - Hey, Fred.

We're a bit slow on the uptake, aren't we?

Monday was a public holiday. The shops were closed.

Of course, you know what you've just done, don't you?

- What? - Docked yourself out of a drink.