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# Sleep in heavenly peace #

# Sleep in heavenly peace #

And I don't have to tell you...

...how it feels to be stone broke
on Christmas Eve.

Lord Halford's car, please!
Lord Halford's car, please!

Will you call me a taxi, please?

Oh, good evening, Miss Herries.
Why, most certainly.

Taxi! Taxi!

Leaving later than usual,
aren't you, Miss Herries?

Why, I wouldn't miss a note
of Iolanthe.

- Mistletoe, ma'am?
- Now, now, now, now!

- Please, ma'am.
- Yes, I'll have some.

Thank you, ma'am.
And you know what they say.

That them what buys it finds romance.

Romance?

Here we are.

Thank you.

16 Wetherley Square.

I never seen a worse Christmas
than this one.

- I have.
- What, worse than this one?

Hm-hmm. 1914 in the trenches
at Ypres.

Ypres? My boy was killed at Ypres.

You was one of the lucky ones
to come back.

Lucky? Maybe.

I wonder where the little lady is
that lives in that house?

She always gives me half a crown.

- Must be a very generous woman.
- She is.

Kindest little lady what
ever you saw.

She'd have been in that window
long ago if she'd been home.

It's nice and warm in there.

Nice roaring fire and a cup
of tea and...

Yes... yes, that would be nice,
wouldn't it?

Well, this cold is getting into
my old bones standing here.

I'll be moving along.

Well, good luck to you, son.

And a Merry Christmas.

Good luck, and a Merry Christmas
to you too.

- Oh, thank you, mum, thank you.
- Merry Christmas.

- I beg your pardon.
- Oh!

- You dropped this.
- Thank you.

I... I hope you don't mind.

That's very nice.

Man's efforts are so futile against
the elements, aren't they?

- I hope this will help you.
- No, thank you very much.

I'm deeply grateful but...
might I instead just have a...

Well, just have a cup of tea
on Christmas Eve?

A cup of tea?

Yes, I've... been out here
in the cold for hours.

Come in.

I wonder what could have happened
to that sister of mine.

Oh, I'm sure she'll be home
soon, Mrs. Weston.

Will you have one, ma'am?

Oh no, really I shouldn't, Rose.
Well, maybe just one little tiny one.

- It's nice and warm in here.
- Straight ahead...

There's Miss Herries now.

In here, please.

- Mary!
- Oh, Lucy, darling!

- What a surprise to see you.
- Of course I might have cabled from Paris.

But who'd expect to find you out
on Christmas Eve?

Rose, here's a hungry man
we've got to feed.

- Just a cup of tea, please.
- Has cook gone to bed?

Yes, ma'am, she has.

If you don't mind, Rose, will you make
some tea for this gentleman?

Let him have anything else he wants.

- Thank you.
- This way.

- Poor chap.
- Another one of your lame ducks?

No, no, I found him outside the house.

Oh, I just couldn't leave
him standing shivering there...

...in the bitter cold on Christmas Eve.

- Oh, my dear.
- Oh, now.

Come along.

- How is Bernie?
- Oh, just the normal husband.

Good some days, cranky others.

I've just left him to pick you up
and cart you off with us to the country.

What for?

We are collecting the noble clan
of Herries for a Christmas reunion.

And you've just got to come along.

Better not count on me, Lucy.

Why not? Is it because of Emily?
I know you two never got on together.

No, it's not that. I really don't think
I'm quite up to it.

- Darling, you're not feeling ill again?
- No, no, I just must avoid excitement.

- Whom else have you collected?
- Well, your one and only niece Phyllis...

...and her fianc�.

Fianc�?

Phyllis is engaged to be married
to an American.

- Peter Santard, an awfully nice chap.
- Oh, that's lovely.

I'm so happy for her.

Well, I'd like to see them, Phyllis
and the young man.

They'd love to come, because I know Phyllis
is simply dying to show him off to you.

Really? Well tell her to bring him here
to dinner, any night next week.

- Say, uh...Tuesday.
- All right, I'll do that.

Now, you're sure you won't change
your mind about coming with us?

Quite sure.

I hope I'm not disturbing
you too much.

The water seems to be boiling.

Keep your place!

I can't understand you, Mary,
really I can't.

You won't join the family for Christmas,
you admit the London winters are horrible...

...and yet you refuse to go back
with me to the Riviera.

Don't think me unappreciative, dear,
if I don't enjoy flying about as you do.

I'm really much more comfortable
at home here.

But you need a change.

Oh, I hate to think of you shut up
in this big house year in, year out...

...with your musty old pictures and no
living relatives or friend near you.

I prefer this seclusion.

But you're still a young woman, Mary.

Younger than I am, and look at you.

Why don't you go out?
Meet friends. Romance.

- Don't be silly.
- You know, Mary,

It's twenty years since the war,
and Richard.

You can't go on living memories of what
might have been had you and he married.

- Please, let's not talk about it.
- Oh, I know I shouldn't.

But I can't bear to think of you
wasting your life away.

I'm not wasting my life.
I'm perfectly content as I am.

I wish you wouldn't worry about me.

You have Bernie, Emily has Phyllis
and I have my interests... collecting.

- He's finished, ma'am.
- Oh, thank you Rose.

- You can show him out downstairs.
- But he says he wants to thank you.

- Well, tell him he's quite welcome.
- Yes, Miss Herries.

I did so want to thank you for the tea.

You... you've been very kind.

Why, not at all.

I wonder...

I wonder, might I have just
one cigarette?

Why, yes, of course.
You'll find some... help yourself.

Thank you.

Have a sandwich too.

Oh... may I?

Why, please do.

- Thanks... I'll eat it outside.
- Why not eat it here?

Excuse me, Mrs. Weston,
your car is here.

Well, I... I suppose I must go.

It'll probably be months
before I see you again, dear.

Won't you be up from the country
after the holidays?

Oh, perhaps so.
Anyway, goodbye.

And do be careful. He's a terribly
handsome brute, you know.

Now!

Have a nice time, Lucy.

- And a Merry Christmas to you and Bernie.
- Thank you, dear.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

You've a few nice things here.

- That's a good El Greco.
- Why, it's not bad.

The Holy Family.

From the Budapest collection.

He painted it in about 1600.

Why, there aren't two hundred people
in London who'd be able to tell that.

You talk as if you knew something
about painting.

I do.

- May I?
- Oh, see here...

- If you really want something to eat...
- No, thank you, these are quite all right.

And again, please forgive me
for disturbing you like this.

Not at all. Why, it isn't every
night one bumps...

...into an El Greco lover on the street.

Oh, that will be all for the present, Rose.
- Yes, Miss Herries.

- You collect seriously.
- How can you tell? Is this room that bad?

Oh, no, of course not. It's lovely.

But it takes a collector to jam
a Whistler,

an El Greco and a Ming horse
all together, doesn't it?

Whatever you are, you do have an
educated eye, there's no doubt about that.

You're quite right about the jam.

There seems to be a difference
between my maid and me...

...as to where this horse belongs.
Oh...

Your maid is a very
strong-minded woman.

You've discovered that.
She's a good soul, and devoted to me.

I'm sure she'll never go to bed until she's
quite sure you don't intend to murder me.

- Are you an artist?
- Not really, one of many confused talents.

You see, collecting was once
my main interest.

Now I find it very comforting
to remember it...

...when I'm standing in the bread line
on the embankment.

But it's unbelievable that
a man like you...

I bothered you tonight...

because the two-odd miles
to the embankment...

...seemed to stretch like eternity
in the snow.

- I'm glad you did.
- I too.

- Are you alone?
- Practically. I have a wife and a child.

- Oh.
- A nursing child.

- What do you do, how do you live?
- Oh, we do rather nice comparatively.

I draw pictures on pavements.

And my wife Ada,
who's a delicate creature,

scrubs floors occasionally
in an office building.

- A nursing child. Why, that's dreadful.
- Not at all.

What Ada makes pays the rent of our
hovel and buys approximately...

...enough food for ourself and
the little brute.

I think I shall have to ask
you to leave.

Oh yes, of course, I'm keeping you up.

No, it's not that at all, I...

could keep you here and tell
you how I got that El Greco...

...until you begged for mercy.

But I shan't, and for a very
good reason.

- I should like to hear.
- No, no.

All my life, the mistakes I've made,
and there have been plenty,

have arisen from the same thing.

My heart swamping my good sense.

Now, I tell you this because you are
obviously a very unusual...

...and intelligent man, and you've just
told me a terribly pathetic story.

- I'm sorry.
- Yet, here I am,

helping an absolute stranger into my
house in the middle of the night.

And listening to a tale that's
going to make me see...

...white-faced babies in my
dreams for a week.

Well, he's as red as a herring
and looks like one.

Believe me, I don't care.

Now, everything about you conspires
to make me want to help you,

but I'm not going to.

I'm a selfish old maid.

And I never want to see you again
or hear anything else...

...about that young girl that you've
presented with a baby.

Wait.

Give this to your wife.

- Oh, that is kind of you.
- Get yourself some shoes.

- You're saving our lives.
- Nonsense, you'd better go now.

It was foolish for you to let a tramp
in here this time of night.

- So I've been told.
- I might have cut your throat.

You might, but you'd have
been sorry.

Not at all. The police never
catch anybody anymore.

Let's not worry about that now.

Not tonight, that would be
ungrateful, wouldn't it?

- Goodbye.
- Good night. Thank you again so much.

Good luck... and Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

Is there anything you want, ma'am?

Yes, Rose, did you see my
cigarette case?

The jade case, ma'am?
It was lying here all evening.

That's what I thought.

Oh, well, never mind.

- I'd say he took it, ma'am.
- Oh, Rose, that's not true.

- Do you know where to find him, ma'am?
- No, he didn't take it, Rose.

I remember now, I had it with
me in the taxi.

I didn't like him at all, ma'am.

Too good looking.

- He was good-looking, wasn't he?
- Too much so.

I don't believe he wanted
the tea at all.

The way he sat at the table
in the kithen I said to myself...

"You're too good looking. You're up
to something." And sure enough...

No, Rose, I left it in the taxi,
I'm sure.

- Yes, ma'am. Good night.
- Good night.

# Have you heard the news #
# About the duchess #

# There's been an awful scandal #

# Everybody's talking about the Duchess #

# She's getting hard to handle #

# Oh, she sits, and she knits #
# And she knits and she sits #

# And in between the stitches #

# She's a bit of a minx #
# For she smiles and she winks #

# At everything in Richard #

# Oh, she does? #
# Yes, she does #

# Though she's not the way she was #

# The duchess has a twinkle in her eye #

# I hear she flirts #
# With every man who passes by #

# She's almost eighty-five #
# And she's just about alive #

# Still the duchess has a twinkle #
# In her eye #

# Do tell! #

# Still the duchess has a twinkle #
# In her eye #

That was very nice.

Now, my children, we shall render
"In the Bushes at the Bottom of the Garden."

We simply got to dash, darling.

- Out in that rain again?
- The Howards are expecting us.

Can't we send our regrets
and stay here?

I feel mellow, witty and dignified
for the first time in me life.

If you're going to marry me,
Peter Santard,

you're going to be practical
for the first time in your life.

George Howard is going to be
one of your best clients.

Don't like him. Wouldn't even consider
selling him a solitary bond.

It's been a grand evening, Aunt Mary.
Thank you so much for asking us.

Oh, I've enjoyed having you.

- Now thank her for the loot.
- The what?

The loot, the swag, the pickings.

- Oh!
- I'm just dying to see what it is.

I know you are, dear,
but don't open it now.

Your grandfather gave that
to me a long time ago...

...to wear at my wedding.

It's very old, but you'll love it.

I'm sure I shall, Aunt Mary,
and it's so lovely of you.

Miss Herries, may I ask,
who sculpted this?

A countryman of yours.
A young American named Swatts.

Swatts. What's it supposed to be?

I don't know what it's called. I think it's
listed in the catalogue as "Figure",

or something equally enlightening.

I think it's grand.

Phyllis, we must get some
of this fellow's things some time.

Yes, darling, that's the fourth time
tonight you've said that.

Is it? Well, I must like it.

All right, Peter, I'll tell you what I'll do,
I'll give it to you for a wedding present.

Oh, no, I didn't mean it
that way, honestly.

Really, Aunt Mary, we wouldn't
dream of taking it from you.

Why, it's all settled.
The bronze is yours, Peter.

Gee whiz...

Aunt Mary, would it seem
presumptuous if...

- May I kiss you?
- I'd feel very hurt if you didn't.

Aunt Mary, you're a peach.

- What do you think of the big Pop?
- I'd say he's a very good catch.

You tell her, Aunt Mary,
she doesn't appreciate me.

Oh, it's a priceless possession
having each other.

- I know you'll be very happy.
- You bet we will.

Now, you have other calls to make
and I won't keep you any longer.

May we come and see you
again real soon?

- Miss Herries.
- Yes, Rose?

It's...

Oh... I'm so sorry.

I'll wait outside.

That's the man whom I...

Never mind, you're in a hurry.
It's quite all right, Rose.

Oh, run along, I hope I haven't
kept you too late.

Oh, forget it. And thanks for the
swellest time I've had in London.

Goodbye, Aunt Mary.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Will you come in now, please?

Please forgive me for intruding.

What was it you wanted
to see me about?

- I pawned it.
- That wasn't at all necessary.

I would rather have given
you the money.

My wife made a little last week.
It will see us through for a while.

Don't you ever do any work?

I paint. But no one wants
my pictures.

- Say they're not modern enough.
- I see.

I have some here.
They're in the hall.

If you don't mind...

- May I show them to you?
- All right, let's see what you have.

This one, as you can see,
is a still life.

And this landscape I call
my cow picture.

- Oh, those are very bad.
- Yes.

Yes, I know they are.

You must understand that my
aesthetic taste is very fine.

I appreciate only the best things.

Like your cigarette case.

Or that El Greco.

But I can paint nothing but these.

It's very exasperating.

It must be.

Won't you buy one?

- Why, you're not serious?
- Why not?

What shall I do with it?
I'd have to hide it.

Not necessarily.
Bad as they are...

...they have something, I think,

Whatever it is, I don't see it.

This one with the cows isn't so bad.

Well, it's peculiar enough.

- What's it supposed to be?
- It's a Swiss scene.

Oh.

In Switzerland the cowherd pipes
his cows from the pasture.

He plays a traditional melody that has
an hypnotic effect on the cattle.

And that's how he rounds them in.

I thought it was rather a nice
macabre idea.

Well, you've achieved a sinister
quality in it at any rate.

- How much is it?
- Five guineas.

The other one is seven.

Why, you're really amusing. You're most
absurd, they're not worth anything at all.

Well, maybe some day. You never
know with modern pictures.

Well, I'm quite sure about those.
I really don't want one.

- Please buy one anyway.
- No, of course not.

Yes, please!

I must sell one tonight, whatever
you think of them.

Please buy it.

I know I'm a perfect fool.

- Here.
- Thank you.

And please understand that I never
want to see you again.

Never. If you bother me,
I shall tell the police.

If you hang that in the right light,
it won't be so bad.

My wife is across the street with
the baby waiting for me to call her.

- Call her? What on earth for?
- She wanted to thank you for the coat.

You mean she's been outside
waiting in the rain?

I didn't like to ask her in
without your permission.

Well, you go straight out and take
her home. You're a thorough brute!

She's used to it.

Look you can see her from here.

There she is.

And with the baby!

Ada! Ada!

Rose, go out and help him
with the baby!

Oh, the baby!

Oh please, ma'am, don't excite yourself.
You heard what...

Never mind me, I'm all right, run!

Take the baby!

That's it. Close the door, Rose.
Just a minute.

Bring her in here by the fire.

Here, give her this.

Ada!

Ada, drink this.

- Oh, what shall we do?
- Isn't there a doctor somewehere near here?

Yes, ma'am, there's one
just down the street.

Then get him quickly! If he's not
there, call an ambulance.

No, I'll go!

You'd better get my smelling
salts, Rose.

Yes, ma'am.

You poor dear little thing.

This way, Doctor.
All right.

Here you are, Doctor, here she is.

I'll take the baby, Miss Herries.

The exposure. You'll have to get
her to bed at once.

- To bed, why she...
- Well, you see, Doctor...

Give me a hand.

- Where's the bedroom? Upstairs?
- It's, uh...

Don't worry, it's nothing serious.
She needs rest and nourishment.

Hot soup, chicken broth.

Don't you want to go up with her?
Your wife!

- Aren't you worried about her?
- She's all right.

- You heard what the doctor said.
- But don't you... why, isn't it...

Well!

Rose, this tea is dreadful.
The bacon's like shoe leather.

What's come over cook?

- Cook's not here, ma'am.
- Why? Where is she?

She's left.

But I don't understand. Why, she's been
with us for eight years.

Surely we ought to have been
given some notice.

She said she wouldn't cook
for the likes of them.

And left in a huff.

Why, that's absurd!

Why didn't she come to me
if she had a grievance?

I don't know, ma'am.

Things ain't exactly the same since
those Abbotts have been here.

Well, we can't put Mrs. Abbott out
in the street while she's ill, can we?

And besides, they have no place to go.

He don't seem to be looking for any.

Now, Rose. The Abbotts are unfortunate
victims of circumstance.

As long as they're here,
we will treat them with courtesy.

Yes, ma'am.

How long will they be staying
here, Miss Herries?

Well, only until Mrs. Abbott's well
enough to move, in a day or two.

I see.

Rose!

You're all dressed up.

- Are you leaving us?
- Yes, I am, Mr. Abbott.

And I think you know why.

I believe there's someone
at the front door.

Rose, see who it is.

Oh...

Is Mr. Henry Abbott here?

Come in.

Thanks.

I'll tell him.

Thank you, miss.

- Very nice.
- I should say so.

My, Father, look at this chair.
Isn't it pretty?

Yes, reminds me of a house
I stayed in once.

In Melbourne, Australia, it was.

Put that down, Aggie!

Mother, I wish you'd talk to her.
A nice thing if someone was to see you.

Father's right! You ought to learn
to behave yourself in a decent place!

- Hello, Henry.
- Hello.

- Oh, hello, Henry.
- How's Ada?

Much better, thank you.
She'll be very glad to see you all.

I brought the gramophone.
I thought she'd like a bit of music.

- Very kind of you.
- And the baby?

Doing nicely.

Wait over there.

- Right, Henry.
- Come, Aggie.

- Good day, sir. A letter for Miss Herries.
- Oh, thank you.

That's all right, Rose, I'll deliver it.

I have to see Miss Herries for a moment.
I'll be back.

Sure, that's right, Henry.

It's alright.

Yes?

Good morning, Miss Herries.
I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, what is it?

Some friends of Ada's are calling.
May I bring them up to see her?

- Well, I suppose so.
- I should also like them to meet you.

If you don't mind, I'd rather
be excused.

I'm sorry. Some other time perhaps.

Just a minute.

How soon does the doctor think it will
be safe to move Mrs. Abbott?

He hasn't said. Ada is still very week
and progressing rather slowly.

I see.

Oh, I'd almost forgotten.
Please forgive me.

This just came for you.

Thank you.

Why, that's incredible!

- Oh, leave that be, Aggie!
- Stay there, will you?

Keep your hands off!

Don't you realize there's somebody
sick around here?

Poor Ada. It's very nice of the lady
to take care of her, isn't it, Father?

I should say so.

- Sounds like a very fine woman.
- Here's Henry.

- Henry?
- Miss Herries is indisposed...

- ...and begs to be excused.
- Oh...

She hopes to make your acquaintance
another time.

- I do hope she isn't ill, Henry.
- No, you can come up now.

- Shall I bring the gramophone, Henry?
- Yes, by all means.

Up this way, please.

You certainly do live in
a beautiful house, Henry.

Rich I calls it.

- Rose, where are you going?
- I'm leaving, Miss Herries.

- Leaving?
- I just can't stay on any longer, ma'am.

With cook gone and the
work piling up.

I don't believe that!

Come now, tell me the truth.

- Is it because of the Abbotts?
- Yes, ma'am, it is.

I'm afraid.

Why Rose, what's the matter?
Has Mr. Abbott said anything to you?

It's not what he said, ma'am.
I can't explain what I mean.

But there's something about him.
And that Mrs. Abbott.

- What about Mrs. Abbott?
- She's not ill, ma'am.

She's laying up there looking
like she was dying.

But she's not ill and never was.

- Never was?
- No, ma'am.

There are some people who looks that
way all the time. And she's one of them.

But she's not ill. She's been
putting it on all the time.

- Putting it on?
- Yes, ma'am.

- But why?
- I don't know, ma'am.

But... there's something funny
about them.

I'm scared to death.

Now, Rose, please stop crying.

- I'm sorry, ma'am.
- Why didn't you tell me all this before?

I was trying to tell you this morning,
ma'am, then I thought perhaps you had...

...some special reason for
keeping them on.

Why...

I've been very stupid.

There's going to be an end
to this whole ridiculous situation.

I shall be rid of those people today.

Oh, ma'am!

I think I'll close the house
and go away for a while.

You ought to, Miss Herries.

I'll take you with me, Rose,
would you like that?

Oh, ma'am, that would be wonderful!

Look in the directory for some
private hospital.

We'll call an ambulance to take
Mrs. Abbott and the baby away.

- Yes, ma'am.
- While you're doing that...

...I'll finish this letter to my sister.

Mrs. Weston will be awfully happy
to have you visit her, ma'am.

No, we're not going to visit anyone.
We'll just travel somewhere.

Oh, possibly America, hm?

Oh!

Just look up the number but don't phone
the hospital until I tell you.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.

So I says to him, I says,

It ain't for you to know what I says,

but an Englishman's always
his castle, I says.

And that settles it.

Oh, Father, you are a one!

Aggie! Stop that!
What are you doing?

Oh, I just wanted to see how it breathes
if I held its nose and its mouth shut.

Well leave it alone!

The doctor's coming. You'd better
turn off the gramophone.

Please keep that baby quiet.

Oh, hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye.

Oh, there, there.
Hush-a-bye.

Get up, Aggie!

Hush-a-bye.

- Who is it?
- The doctor, ma'am.

- Oh, ask him to come in, please.
- It's all right, thanks. I know the way.

I'd like to see you for a moment,
Doctor, before you go up.

Certainly, Miss Herries.

Will you please post this
for me, Rose?

Doctor, it, um...

It won't be necessary for you
to come here after today.

I'm planning to close the house.

I see. But, um... Mrs. Abbott?

The Abbotts will have to find
refuge elsewhere.

They're really not friends of mine,
in fact they're almost total strangers.

I feel I've done everything
I possibly could.

Besides, my heart is raising Cain.
I really need a rest.

I think you've been most generous
considering the circumstances,

and I understand perfectly.

If you let me have your bill before
you leave, I'll pay you at once.

Oh, well, thank you, Miss Herries.

Goodbye, Ada.
Aggie, say goodbye to Ada.

- Goodbye, Ada.
- That's a good girl.

Mind your manners and you'll always
keep your friends.

- We shouldn't have come, Father.
- No, she's a pretty sick woman.

Miss Herries, these are Ada's friends.

Mr. and Mrs. Edwards,
and their daughter Aggie.

How do you do, ma'am?

We've just seen Ada.
My, isn't she a sight?

It occurred to me upstairs, Miss Herries,
since cook has left us...

I'd like to take the liberty
of recommending Mrs. Edwards.

- Now, Henry...
- And with Aggie to help...

if Rose insists on going, I thought
we could struggle along for a while

Thank you, I won't need anyone.

I'm planning to close the house
and go away for a while.

Rose is coming with me.

Really, Miss Herries?

I'm glad your friends are here,
they can help you move Ada.

I'll hire an ambulance if you like.

But where shall I take her?

Take her home.

I would willingly. But unfortunately
we have no home.

- We've been dispossessed.
- Surely these friends of yours...

Ha, that's a good idea, ma'am.

Why, there ain't room enough
to swing a cat in.

- Papa coughs all night anyway.
- Keep quiet, Aggie.

I'm afraid your troubles can't
concern me any longer.

Take Ada any place you wish.

That's a pretty hard way to talk,
Miss Herries.

I don't wish to discuss it any further.

You'll please get Ada out
of here today.

You are making it very difficult,
Miss Herries.

I believed your bad luck stories and I've
done everything in my power to help you.

I think it's pretty obvious you've imposed
upon me in the crudest way.

I'm sorry you think that.

You will all please oblige me by getting
out of here as soon as possible.

That's easier said than done, ma'am.

Why!

Leave me at once, all of you!

Such a fine big house, mum. It's wonderful
how clean it is with only one help.

Yes, I was just telling Mother here...

...how much it reminds of a house
I stayed in once in Melbourne, Australia.

- Will you please...
- It was the staircase put me in mind of it.

The same layout, you know.

It used to be a private house...

...turned into a lodging house later
when I lived there.

Leave immediately or I shall
call the police!

The lady who ran it
was a real character, ma'am.

I used to live on the top floor.

That was the cheapest in those days.

How dare you!

Oh, Doctor, please!

Well, ma'am, this old lady used to start
on the bottom floor in the morning.

Knock, knock, knock.

How do you like your ham
and eggs, sir?

Thank you, sir.

Second floor.
Knock, knock, knock.

How do you like your ham
and eggs, sir?

Thank you, sir.
Third floor.

Well, ma'am, by the time
she got to me...

I was mighty dread to make meself
a cup of tea!

Wasn't one when I married him, Miss.

This is nonsense,
what do you want of me?

- What about my pay for all these weeks?
- Your pay?

When the time comes to pay,
you must pay.

Oh... my heart!

Rose, Rose, Rose...

Rose stepped out to post a letter,
didn't she, Doc?

Please... my medicine...
It's in the desk drawer...

Go quickly, please...

- Still going.
- Take her upstairs to her room.

Sure, right you are, Henry.

- Give me that!
- get out of there!

Behave yourself!
You're just like a little animal!

- Upsy-daisy!
- Don't hurt yourself, Father!

There we are. Come along now.

Say goodbye to everybody.

# Oh where are the friends that we... #

Shhh, quiet!

- Eh, lass, I shall miss your cheery smile.
- Really, Mr. Pritchard.

Upon my soul I will.

Just the same, I'll send you some picture
postcards so that you don't forget me.

- Well, how is she?
- Resting comfortably.

It turned out better than
you expected, eh, Henry?

Fainting off like that saved us
a lot of trouble.

- It's not as simple as all that.
- What do you mean?

Look across the street.

Take a look, Doc.
She's talking to that bobby.

I wonder...

She can't suspect anything.

Well, anyway, you can handle
her, Henry.

Here she comes.

Rose.

- Miss Herries asked me to give you this.
- Why, what's it for?

Miss Herries has changed her mind
about closing the house...

...and has asked me to see
that you were amply paid.

But she just asked me to stay on.

A woman's privilege, Rose.

We thought of taking Mrs. Abbott home
today but that's impossible.

I know you don't like me, Rose,
Miss Herries told me.

Since you can't bear the sight of us
any longer, you'd better go.

- I have to see Miss Herries first.
- You can't see Miss Herries now.

Why not?

She has a very bad headache
and doesn't wish to be disturbed.

In that case I'll wait until
Miss Herries can see me.

Just as you choose, Rose.

Oh Mr. Abbott.

Maybe you're right. I'll go.

Now you're being sensible.
I know it's very disappointing but...

Thank you!

Goodbye, Rose.

Well, that was easy, Henry.

Too easy. Unfortunately she doesn't
believe our story.

Not a word of it.
Follow her!

Get the baby out of here. See that it's
returned to the Italian lady tonight.

Yes, Henry. What about Ada?

- Ada stays.
- Why? She's done her job.

Henry's right, Mother. You wouldn't want
Ada roaming around the streets.

Those shutters in Miss Herries' room,
they should be nailed.

Righto, Henry, I'll take
care of that.

- Do you think she'll be alright, Father?
- Hm?

Sure. Just frightened her
into it, that's all.

When she comes to we'll have her
doing just whatever we tell her to.

Leave that alone, Aggie!

Get away from that window!

What are you writing, Doc?

A death certificate.

You don't say.

- Who died?
- The maid Rose.

Kind of sudden, wasn't it?

That's generally the way
in cases of embolism.

- Blood clots, you know.
- And she so young, too.

That's life for you.

Here today and gone tomorrow.

Why did you do it?

What else could I do, let her
go to the phone and call the police?

That's alright, Henry, the doctor
is looking after it. It's nothing at all.

Those things can't be helped
sometimes, can they, Doc?

- If he can do better next time...
- There won't be any next time!

Now don't take it so much
to heart, Henry. Here...

Here, what do you say if we have
a little music to cheer things up, eh?

That's right, Father, play that
tune you like so much.

Hello, Ada!

Ada, you'll catch your death of cold
dancing around barefoot.

Now, Ada, that's enough.
The floor's awful damp.

Oh, keep still!

There now, Ada, he didn't mean it.

Here, here, you want to dance, Ada?

Here, come on!

Thank you.

Why, it's from Mary.

I suppose she's trying to justify
her improper behavior.

You're always so sure of
yourself, Emily.

This time you happen
to be wrong... again.

That clandestine affair of Mary's
which so scandalized you...

...has turned out to be neither
clandestine nor scandalous.

What are you talking about?

I'll let you read it.

Oh, listen to this.
"You can tell Emily...

...not to worry on my account.
I'm ridding myself of these parasites,

packing them off today, closing the house
and taking a long trip.

And not with any male companion,
but with Rose."

She's going to America!

- Why America?
- She'll probably look up Peter's family.

Well.

Thank heaven that Mary's got
herself out of that mess.

There you are, dearie.

Well, Miss Herries, how do you feel?

How do you feel?

- Let me go.
- Let you go where, Miss Herries?

What do you want?

We want you to get well as soon
as possible, Miss Herries.

You know that.

I'm afraid she's not much better,
Mrs. Edwards.

No, sir, I'm afraid not.

The doctor and the nurse tell me
that you haven't been eating well.

You should, you know,
it's very important.

What do you want?

She's been very good about taking
her medicine, Mr. Abbott.

Do you understand what we're
saying, Miss Herries?

Yes, I understand.

- That's splendid!
- That's just fine.

I'm so glad!

You're pulling through at last,
Miss Herries, do you understand?

You'll be up and about
in no time now.

Let me go, let me go.

Will you sign this paper, Miss Herries?

You'll sign it now so that your
affairs can be taken care of.

- Here, please.
- I'll help you, dear.

Sign, Miss Herries, it's best.

Will you let me go? I won't tell.

Here we go. "Mary".

A nice big M now.

No. No.

You must, Miss Herries, do you hear?

- Mary...
- No!

No!

You bet you won't!

Here, here now.
Now here...

"Mary".

Come.

No.

Tomorrow then.

Or the next day.

Take her upstairs.

Come on, dearie.

Don't be afraid, Miss Herries.

We'll take care of you.
We're here.

The obstinate little bitch...

Here.

We must have patience, Edwards.

Miss Herries is a very fine woman.
She has character, she has strength.

- Yes, that's true...
- And she still has hopes.

Stubborn.

- Time, Edwards.
- Ah... perhaps.

By the by, did you get in touch with
Rose's married sister in Newcastle?

Hm-hmm. The funeral was
very touching.

Her sister was deeply grateful
for the financial aid.

And, um... there weren't many questions
asked either, were there, Doc?

I think you can rest assured that
the matter is definitely disposed of.

There you are, Henry,
just as I told you, see?

- Nothing to worry about.
- I hope so.

Great Scot, it's time I was
on my way!

Well, now... I wouldn't mind
going to Paris meself.

On my return I hope to have
some very gratifying news for you.

In regard to all our paintings.

When are you thinking
of coming back, Henry?

Oh, the end of the week possibly,
as soon as I can.

In the meantime, Edwards,
you know what I expect of you.

Follow my instructions
implicitly, won't you?

Sure, Henry, and good luck to you.

Thank you.

Doctor, yours is the responsibility
of Miss Mary Herries' welfare.

- Need I say more?
- I understand.

Here you are, Aggie.
Take these down to the kitchen.

- Aw!
- Come on, now, put them on to boil.

Taxi!

- Good afternoon, sir.
- Good afternoon, Constable.

Keep an eye on the house
while I'm gone, won't you?

That I will, sir, you can be
sure of that.

- Did Miss Herries get to America alright?
Oh, yes, safe and sound.

Very Fine. Mighty good of her to take Rose
along with her, sir, wasn't it?

Miss Herries is a very generous woman.

You know, Rose promised to send me a picture
postcard from every place they went.

And I ain't had a single one yet.

Well, perhaps you didn't make
a very lasting impression on her.

Oh taxi!

I'm not much of a hand with
the women, sir.

Well, that's something we have
in common, Constable.

Victoria Station.

Did you tell Edwards I was back?
- Yes, Henry, he's on his way downstairs.

Hello, Henry! Good to see you.

- Well, what luck?
- Excellent luck.

I made contact with an important
art firm in Paris, Ricard and Sons.

A representative who happens
to be in London...

...is coming here this afternoon
to see all the paintings.

If this Mr. Roubet confirms the deal,

every painting in the house,
the entire collection will be sold.

For quite a price.

Good work, Henry.

You've got a head on you,
Henry, I must say!

We shall also arrange for Mr. Roubet
to see Miss Herries and talk to her.

Talk to her?

Miss Herries must be made to realize...

...that even if she should be
in a position to appeal to anyone,

no one will believe her.

- No, no, Henry, I don't like it.
- It's a bit too risky.

Well, I'm going to try it anyway.

That must be Mr. Roubet now.

Wait!

Show him into the living room.

Tell him that I'm expected
to return shortly.

You show Miss Herries down.
I'll give them time for a little talk.

All of you will listen carefully
to everything that's said.

If she starts anything,

don't let that man get away.

Let me have the police, quickly!

- Oh, Pa!
- The police, give me the police!

- Pa, look what she's doing!
- The police...

Why, I'm surprised at you,
Miss Herries.

Didn't you know that telephone
was disconnected?

What are you yelling so loud for?

Go on get out of here!

Wash that dirty face!

How do you feel, Miss Herries?

Think you feel strong enough to go
downstairs by yourself?

You can if you want to.

Go on.

Nobody'll bother you.

Go on.

Good afternoon, Madame.

- Who are you?
- I'm Monsieur Gustave Roubet.

Ricard and Sons.

What are you doing here?

I'm Gustave Roubet, Ricard and Sons.

Monsieur Abbott invited me
to have a look at these paintings.

- These paintings? Oh, no!
- What is it, Madame?

- Are you ill?
- No.

No, I'm quite all right.
Only sometimes I forget.

I've even forgotten who you
said you were.

Gustave Roubet, Ricard and Sons,
Paris.

But how do I really know that you're
really Monsieur Roubet from Paris?

- My card, Madame.
- No.

My passport.

Well, it doesn't make any difference,
you'll forget me.

Everyone's forgotten me,
I'm supposed to be away.

- Henry writes all my letters.
- Pardon, Madame, I don't...

No one else sees me.
Uh... how do you like that picture?

- That... very nice, very nice indeed.
- Please look at it.

It's Henry's picture,
Henry Abbott did it all.

- Do you see?
- I don't know, Madame, I...

- What is this?
- The cowherd is playing the flute...

...and the cattle are listening.

They're listening very carefully,
do you see?

- Yes, yes, to be sure...
- You must look at it.

Yes, oh yes.

Henry's not a very good painter,
he's the very worse sort of a painter.

I tell that to anyone.

Even to Lucy Weston who lives
in Mentone, Mentone, but...

...of course, she's too far away.
Don't you agree with me?

Oh, yes, yes, Madame.
Uh, please sit down.

Will you wait for Mr. Abbott or will you
go away now and come back later?

I was told to wait here, Madame.

- You could come back later.
- I'm sorry.

I have other appointments and I'm
in London for a few hours only.

Um, won't you please sit down?

You won't forget what I said
about the picture, hm?

Oh no, Madame, no.

Please help me, do something.

- Monsieur Roubet.
- Monsieur Abbott.

You've been looking at the paintings,
I suppose.

Yes, I have.

What do you think, will Ricard and Sons
be interested?

Yes, maybe...
Pardon, Madame.

Some of them, especially the Whistler,

have sunken in and darkened in
an extraordinary degree.

Undoubtedly a good cleaning and a coat
of mastic will bring out any detail.

Oh, of course, and this light, uh...

May I suggest that you permit
our London correspondents,

Esthen Galleries, Leicester Square,
to make closer examination?

- Oh, they're genuine, all right.
- Of course, of course.

And you will have the history
and letters of authenticity?

- Naturally.
- Well then...

When all arrangements are satisfactory,

the price we quoted we will
deposit in your bank.

- Blakeley's Band.
- Blakeley's Bank, London, oui.

- Well, that's splendid.
- Au revoir, Monsieur.

- Au revoir.
- Good afternoon, Madame.

I brought your shawl.

Monsieur Abbott, the lady,
she gave me this.

- I think maybe it would be better if...
- Oh, thank you.

Thank you for understanding.

- Au revoir, M. Abbott.
- Au revoir.

Well, you certainly had me going.

Here's your letter, Miss Herries.

You ought to be complimented.

Take her upstairs.

How you must despise yourselves.

You wretched people.

Don't be too sure.

Things end somehow...

...sometime.

- I can't understand it, darling.
- I'll ring again.

How do you do?
We're Mr. and Mrs. Santard.

- Is Miss Herries in?
- Oh, no, sir, Miss Herries is travelling.

- Travelling?
- Yes, ma'am, she's gone to America.

Strange she didn't let us know.

Well, you see, it happened
kind of sudden.

She wasn't feeling so well
so she went away for a rest.

You haven't been working
here very long.

No, ma'am. I was just told
to close the house...

...and stay here till Mr. Abbott
dismissed me.

- What was that name?
- Mr. Abbott, sir, Mr. Henry Abbott.

- He's in charge here.
- Can we see him, please?

Well, he isn't in now.
Any message, sir?

Just tell him Mr. and Mrs. Santard called.

Thank you, sir. Good day.

So that's why we haven't
heard from her.

You have to hand it to Aunt Mary.
She certainly lives her own life.

Decides to go to America,
packs up, and off she goes.

Two strawberry ices, please.

Yes, sir.

- I'm sorry.
- Peter!

Lucy, you old gadabout,
what are you doing in London?

Oh, I'm a golf widow at large.

Bernie's gone off to play at
St. Andrew's Court in Scotland.

Will you excuse me, Mrs. Weston.

Well, when did you get here? Where's
Phyllis? Tell me all about yourselves.

Here, take these. You'll find Phyllis
just outside the tent at the table.

- I'll join you in a moment.
All right.

- Waiter.
- Yes, sir.

- One strawberry ice, please.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

What do you know about Aunt Mary
sneaking off that way?

Weren't you surprised she had
gone to America?

No, she wrote me just
before she sailed.

How does she like God's country?

Do you know I haven't heard
a word from her since?

I can't understand it.

She's probably having too grand
a time to write.

Well, I do hope so. She was so
upset before she left.

Having those terrible people
on her hands.

- Terrible people?
- It seems almost unbelievable.

But a man by the name of Henry Abbott
moved in on Mary with his wife and child.

They imposed on her so dreadfully
she finally threw them out.

Henry Abbott?

Why, we were told that he's still there...

...and that Aunt Mary had left him
in charge of her affairs.

Oh, no, you must be mistaken.

It was solely to get rid of the Abbotts that
Mary closed the house and went away.

She wrote me that herself.

Phyllis and I probably got the name
wrong. Don't let it bother you.

But if Henry Abbott is at Mary's house,

it means there's something wrong.

If it'll make you feel any better,
Aunt Lucy, I'll barge around tomorrow...

...and see what I can see.

Mr. Santard, I'm sorry I wasn't in
when you called the other day.

You're Mr. Abbott.

I remember seeing you here
once before, months ago.

That's right, it was the evening
I came to show Miss Herries...

...some paintings of mine.
Won't you... won't you sit down?

Thank you.

We were surprised when Aunt Mary
went to America so suddenly.

So I thought I'd stop in and see if you
could throw any light on her, uh...

...mysterious disappearence.

There's nothing mysterious about it.

You see, Miss Herries hadn't been
feeling well for some time.

She complained of her heart
bothering her again.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- Her condition wasn't alarming...

...but the doctor did say he thought
she needed a change.

So he advised Miss Herries to close
the house and do a little travelling.

Does that, uh... answer your question?

Oh, yes, quite, that answers it fully.

And as for my presence here,
as you probably know,

Miss Herries had a great fondness
for my wife.

- Oh, I didn't know that.
- Oh, yes.

Yes, she was very generous,
lent us money and, um...

when Mrs. Abbott was ill,
kept her here.

Then, when Mrs. Herries
decided to travel,

she asked me as a favor to close
the house and, uh...

...see that her paintings were safely
stored away.

Naturally, I... I couldn't be so
ungrateful as to refuse.

Oh, of course not.

Oh, by the way, is this figure going
into storage too?

Yes it is, why?

Well, you see, Aunt Mary told us
we could have it for a wedding present.

Oh... Well that's strange.
Miss Herries said nothing to me about it.

Oh, no?

Well, she probably forgot
she gave it to us.

Oh, and another thing.

The last time I was here I noticed
a swell Gainsborough in the library.

- Do you mind if I look at it again?
- Unfortunately that Gainsborough...

...has already been stored
with the others.

Oh, I see...

Have you any idea how long
my aunt will be away?

I believe for a year or more.

Say, that gives me a swell idea.

As long as Aunt Mary's going
to be gone that length of time...

...why can't my wife and I lease
this house from her?

We've always been crazy
about the place.

Well, um... I'd be glad to mention it to
Miss Herries as soon as I hear from her.

Yes, sir, the more I think about it,
the better I like the idea.

Do you mind if I look around a little?

The house isn't really in condition
to be shown.

Oh, I don't mind that. I just want to get
the general plan of the place.

I'm sorry, but you can't
see it today.

As a prospective client, I'd want it to make
the best possible impression upon you.

Well, you're perfectly right
about that.

How about tomorrow then?

Um, suppose I call you and let
you know definitely when?

Well, you'd better make it soon,
I might change my mind.

We're stopping at the Shelton.

Oh, Mrs. Edwards, will you show
Mr. Santard out, please?

- Thank you so much.
- Not at all.

Goodbye, I'll expect to hear from you.

Goodbye.

Why, you're a blinking marvel, Henry,
the way you handled him.

- He had me worried for a minute.
- We must move quickly from now on.

Why the sudden rush? The paintings
are sold, the money's in the bank.

That boy's no fool.

Call up Mr. Foster at Blakeley's Bank.
Tell him I'm going out of town...

...and would appreciate his bringing the
sight draft here. Do that now, please.

But the old lady hasn't signed
the power of attorney yet.

We'll take care of that at once.

Well, supposing she still
doesn't sign, what then?

Then we shall be more forceful
in our persuasion.

I'm sorry, sir, but no passport has been
issued to Miss Mary Herries.

- Are you absolutely sure of that?
- In this department we must be sure.

Did you find her name in any
of the steamship records?

No, I've checked every passenger
list out of England.

It's rather obvious Miss Herries
has never sailed.

Yes, that's what I'm afraid of.

Well, thanks.

But all I want is a warrant
to search the place.

- On what grounds, my lad?
- I told you.

Once you get in there, you'll get
all the evidence you need.

I know Mary Herries is in that house.

- Just give me a couple of policemen.
- Shall I read you again then?

Section V. A Justice will not issue
a warrant on bare surmise.

That's police Law.

Section VII.

A search warrant may be granted
on sworn information...

...under some fifty Acts of Parliament.

and in each case, directions given
in the Act must be observed.

For example...

Now, Lucy, please, don't get
hysterical, just listen.

What is the name of Aunt Mary's bank?

No, no... her bank!

Yes.

Spell it.

B-L-A... Blakeley's!

Well, that's all I want to know.

I'll tell you when I see you later.

No, don't worry, will you?

Goodbye.

How do you do? I'm waiting for
Mr. Abbott, if you please, Madame.

I'm Mr. Foster from the bank.

- You're from the bank?
- Blakeley's Bank, Madame.

Oh, yes, I know it very well. I used
to do business with Blakeley's Bank.

Here, take this.

- I am Mary Herries.
- Miss Herries?

Sit down.

Hello, Mr. Foster. I'm sorry to be late.

Auntie, dear, down for your tea?

Yes.

When I engaged you, nurse,

it was with the understanding that my aunt
should never be without someone at her call.

You were to attend to her at once
at all hours.

If that isn't clear, I shall have
to get someone else.

- Yes, sir.
- Have her tea brought in, please.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Foster.

Shall we settle our business in the library?

Very good, Mr. Abbott.

You had never been here before,
have you, Mr. Foster?

No, sir.

Do forgive me for not being
at home when you arrived.

- Oh...
- Ah, poor dear Aunt Mary.

She's had a bad nervous breakdown.

Ever since she returned from her trip
she's been mentally deranged.

For the sake of the family
we've kept it quiet.

Oh, that's very unfortunate indeed.

She hasn't disturbed you, I hope.

Oh, no, not at all.

Good. You have some documents
for me to sign.

Yes, upon presentation of the proper
power of attorney.

Yes, yes, of course.

Here we are.

But I've already been to the bank. Their man
is at the house now paying off the money.

Let me read again.

- Section IV, article 66...
- Section nothing!

In a few minutes it'll be too late.

- Here, here, what is all this?
- Well, the sergeant here...

- Get your breath, lad!
- Here's the situation.

He keeps telling me about articles
and I want action!

Now, if you will sign the release
to absolve the bank...

- ...from all responsibility in this transaction.
- Certainly.

You have the sight draft, um...

of the entire amount from Ricard
and Sons at Paris, �87,423, I believe.

I have it right here, Mr. Abbott.

Yes, thank you very much.

Not at all, sir, not at all.

Goodbye, Mr. Abbott.
Goodbye, Madame.

Goodbye.

Oh, um... Mr. Foster.

As I explained, my aunt is not
quite herself.

Did she by any chance
give you something?

A note?

A note?

- No, sir.
- She did too!

She did too give him a note.

I saw her give it to him!
I saw her!

Just a minute, gentlemen!

Miss Herries did give me a note.

I...

Two of you out there,
three around the house!

You fools! Through the library!

It's no use, the police are
out there too.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Foster, you're
a credit to Blakeley's Bank!

Oh, Aunt Mary, you poor darling.

Oh, Peter, I'm free!
I'm free!

Oh... oh...

What a pity.

It was so beautiful.

# Jingle bells, jingle bells #
# Jingle all the way #

# Oh what fun it is to ride #
# In a one-horse open sleigh #

# Jingle bells, jingle bells #
# Jingle all the way #

# Oh what fun it is to ride #
# In a one-horse open sleigh #

# Jingle bells, jingle bells #
# Jingle all the way #

# Oh what fun it is to ride #
# In a one-horse open sleigh #

# Jingle bells, jingle bells #
# Jingle all the way #

# Oh what fun it is to ride #
# In a one-horse open sleigh #

Twelve o'clock! Midnight!

- Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, Mary!

Oh, Merry Christmas, my dears,
A very Merry Christmas to you all!

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