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It's as sharp as a real car heart, isn't it?

Marvellous!

Do you remember?

She used to cook for the Kaiser before the war.

And when it all started, she had to say the word.

She had to say the word.

You see, Gus, Bob was the star.

Sit back to the center of the fetch these ages.

You go head right down the fetch of yourself.

You just go in and it misses the shuttle's room.

Must be under our tips there.

Poor little Belgium.

That little frog's made of force.

Does he just be here?

You only?

Yes, just a new stunt with Freddie Bryan.

Oldbury House.

A good friend?

Her turn.

Filling in some bloody battles you've offered liberally.

Being silly in the depth on mosquitoes.

Sitting in the North Sea, waiting for the grand fleet to come out

and give battle as they work.

They've got this service.

Let's get a sneak in.

Must be a feeling of shame, Mrs. Trotter.

Yes, shame and anger.

When I look around in this room and see the faces of these gallant young men going off to face death with such courage,

I am bitterly ashamed of my country's neutrality.

Well, I shouldn't feel too bad about it, Mr. Brewster.

After all, the Americans have sought a neutral on our side, aren't they?

Well, their hearts and minds are with you.

I firmly believe that the sinking of the Lucetani would bring their physical support too.

As I wrote to my sister-in-law...

Yes, always, Mrs. Trotter.

The letter from her the other day.

Oh, well enough, thank you, but worried.

Since the Zephyr on the tax, she appears to think that the country is under continuous aerial bombardment.

I am obliged to reassure of my safety by writing to her at least once a week, or she would suspect the worst.

Oh, dear.

I don't know.

Oh, I'm so sorry about that.

I should think so.

This is a party, not a band of hope-me-ting, it's a moron.

It was very kind of you to invite me to your celebration, Mrs. Trotter.

May I inquire as to just what the occasion is?

Oh, it's not my part, in it's young Freddie Briden's.

The naval left him the top of the major.

He's been posted off to join the ship tonight.

I swear, if I was a younger man, I'd volunteer myself.

You're doing your bit, Mr. Brewster.

Well, let's steal. We get from America to make the shells and guns.

We got enough shirk as ever on to get to uniform before we started Americans.

But one in the hotel is it happens, but that was an accident.

I wonder, Mrs. Trotter, if...

Well, I hesitate to ask less you consider it an example of American brushness.

Oh, you can't get a shot for asking.

I would like to, well, to do my bit in a small way, if I may.

Mrs. Trotter, may I pay for Lieutenant Briden's party? Please, I intend no offense.

I'm not sure if he delighted. No treating Lord and a plan to the painting.

I'll see it goes on your bill.

I'd feel privileged. I would also like to shake the hand of Lieutenant Briden and wish him safe waters.

Oh, this is enough, right? I'll bring him home.

Thank you.

Freddie, somebody who wants to meet you, say Bonne Bauge.

To the light, is Louis. He just point me in his direction.

Well, in your state, you sit down again.

You wouldn't see in which direction I was pointing to.

I'd say, but I don't think you've got time, really.

You're Lord, you're right. I've got a train to catch. Half past six stars.

Six stars hasn't even brought my bags down yet.

Well, we missed that one. It's six, fifteen already.

Oh, I don't know. I could drive him to Chanton Cross at no time. In fact, I could drive him down to a folkster.

When you're in your state, my bus, no you don't.

Mary-Man, you pop outside your star, the next train to post.

Well, I'm certain they're yes, but I'm putting gas bottles.

You get on with it.

And you can ask Mary to make a post-aculture a big one.

Mr. Broster.

This is Lieutenant Briden.

Mr. Broster.

Mr. Broster.

This is Louis.

The daughter.

The daughter.

I'm here on Indian Street.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

There was a very kind thought you had, Mr. Broster.

My pleasure, Mrs. Trotter.

And most likable fellow young Briden.

I wish we'd had time to get better acquainted.

Oh, well.

Good evening, Mrs. Trotter.

Some excitement, a good scene.

Just saying someone off to defend his country, Mr. Applebee.

Mr. Broster. This is a more champagne lift.

Oh, thank you.

All right, yes, Lord.

Yes, Mr. Stauff?

Oh, Stovis.

Get your coat on.

Looks martish.

I'll be in.

He's a shirker.

This way he is. A shirker.

If you feel so strongly about it, Mrs. Trotter, I'm surprised that you gave Mr. Applebee a room.

It was Mary that done that. I wasn't here when he arrived, you see.

He was limping.

She thought maybe he'd been discharged because of a war wound.

He had a bit of trouble about it. A war back.

I've been careful ever since.

If the benting made its guess register, I'll have spotted him for a shirker straight away.

But we don't.

So was the war before a fair nap.

I've been meant to chuck him out ever since. I just haven't got around to it.

Still, if Mr. Applebee was unfit for active service.

He told the maidry sprain his ankle for all of us.

He's got a job at the Foreign Office translating things.

A cushy bellet for the duration. He makes me feel ashamed.

Well, why should you feel ashamed?

Well, it's a funny thing, Mr. Bruce. I don't come from the upper cross myself. Not my long chute.

But they've always been my salt. I've stood up for them.

Even if some of the things that are better weren't true.

I have long held at the English aristocracy as an ornament to your society.

And I speak as a Republican voting American.

And when it came to this country's hour of need, they didn't need to be asked twice.

I felt proud of him, Mr. Bruce. I really did.

I know there's a lot of old men dying out there in France.

But a pair of little blue bloods been spilled into the ground as well.

Yes, one has only to look at the casually list to see the terrible toll among the officers.

And Mr. Bleednapop, he's making sure his name's not on it.

Most likely used his connections to keep out of it.

That makes him even worse from the ordinary shirk, huh?

When he goes, I won't have him back. And he might be going sooner than he thinks.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

Bartlett.

Nice to see you again. Thank you.

I think we might have our discussion here.

pond Maxwell does my office.

Careful drink, the full-length.

I'm sure. Disgusting beverage, I agree.

But as a lifelong T-total, I've become reconciled

to being punished for the sin of total abstinence.

Totalities? To be deplored in anything?

Except more?

Sherry of Auntilario?

And a cell, sir.

Say this.

Good, but God, waitresses in the Earth and the Earth.

Oh, the present conflict has reached a stage

of unimaginable ferocity.

I imagine naval intelligence, officer,

might have a very clear view of just how ferocious it could become.

Well, the U-boats could become a decisive factor.

Mm. Still.

They're unlikely to be torpedoed at the Admiralty.

They'll come to think of it.

I've just fired one of the war on this.

Really? What if you were trying to sink?

Or suggestion a proposal of mine reeling

foliage and futility?

This Brussels business?

Nurse Cavill affair.

You have some long driving?

Some years I've heard a British nurse has been charged with spying.

She isn't a spy, of course.

She's certainly offended against the German military code.

Has been a suggestion that we might

mount a military operation to rescuer.

Oh, difficult.

The Russians ought not difficult, impossible.

Her idea is quite preposterous,

and I've had to say so in very direct terms.

There's very important people.

But when a woman is threatened with a firing squad,

emotion overcomes reason.

You don't really think a German will shoot her?

Oh, they wouldn't be there today.

They might pronounce the sentence.

But did we modify it in the light of diplomatic protests

when the neutrals, the Americans have already indicated such a move?

And we believe that Spain will do likewise.

But a military operation preposterous?

Oh, I see, but of course you at a bad time.

I didn't chat these days.

It's always a bad time.

Well, your health figures and yours.

Now, how can I do for you?

Well, I'd like the cooperation of the other intelligence branches,

the police and where.

And I'd like it with a minimum of red tape

since I'm dealing with them out of some urgency.

You've heard of the Q-ships?

Gunboats disguised as tramp steamer.

You know, our most effective weapon against the submarine.

Crews dress him up to you.

Keep as far away as possible from other naval personnel

until nobody what they are.

They have strict operational instructions

in the event that their vessel is torpedoed.

They have to give the...

...comherence of being a stricken, defenseless merchantman

until the submarine's services to finish them off as shellfire.

At that point, the U-boat becomes vulnerable to their own concealed guns.

Science scheme.

We know the German Navy is short of torpedoes.

They wouldn't waste two on a tramp.

Yes, they did. That's just the point.

Our Q-ship, the men-eye trader, was torpedoed twice in the channel

and the U-boat didn't service.

Taking no chances.

Oh, I was more than that, much more.

At same day, the U-boat itself was sunk by a destroyer

and some of the crew were taking prisoner.

I was present when they were being interrogated.

It soon became clear that the submarine commander

knew very well what the men-eye trader was.

Good Lord.

How could he?

Well, there were no survivors from the Q-ship,

but I questioned several relatives, and one,

and more than an inkling of the vessel's purpose.

The, uh...

...we also have one of the, uh, officers.

Lieutenant Brydon, a receiver of that, I promise.

In which he described his training, said where he was being sent,

and worst of all, named the ship.

Anyone really could have made an intelligence kit.

Poor, indiscreet, dead, chappy.

I suppose she talked about it all in with the plane?

She says not, and I'm inclined to believe her.

So, the other possibility is that Lieutenant Brydon himself did the talking.

If so, to whom?

Mm.

May I see the letter?

Oh, yes, too.

Oh, I didn't know you were here, sir.

I just got in the bedroom.

I'll come back and finish in your letter, if you like.

And now I'm off again in a minute.

Where's the maid who usually does my room?

She's been off sick for the past few days.

Can't get a replacement or the more going into the room.

She's been off sick for the past few days.

Can't get a replacement or the more going into the room.

She's been off sick for the past few days.

Can't get a replacement or the more going into the room.

Ah, the war. Not a weirdest some business, it is, to be sure.

Weirdies?

I've got a beerie, some, sir.

The drabness of it all, once our eyes get quite sick of the sight of all that khaki.

Damnly difficult to get a decent meal, even, still, I suppose, the benting's doing its best

to maintain some sort of standards.

We'll be managing all right.

Some things are a bit short, but Mrs. Trotter knows how to get all to them.

Mr. Maryman says it's all the four of us.

Maryman? Oh, the happy, go-lucky octogenarian with the super-stained thumb.

What does he know about it?

Well, he would. Seeing as how he'd been to see.

Is Nelson's cabin boy, perhaps?

No, he was a steward on a liner once.

Anyway, he says that the Germans are sinking all our ships because they want to starve us out.

That very uncivil of them, I believe, the British blockade has the same object.

Oh, but that's different.

I mean, after what the Germans did in Belgium and places like that, you want to ask us what about that?

Well, they're not bothered if you don't mind.

There's others after bother.

Them that's in the trench is getting killed.

For me?

Oh, no, no.

I don't know that sort of thing, no.

Mr. come out the cushion.

Of course. And now that I look more closely, I can see that it isn't pure white.

More of a lightish brown still, perhaps, there's no more.

More of a lightish brown still, perhaps, that indicates a qualified contempt.

I told you, sir, it came out of the cushion.

And you shouldn't speak to me like that, especially when...

Especially when?

Especially when you're the only one in this place that ever gives me a smile.

I didn't say that, sir.

You didn't have to. What's your name?

Mary Phillips, sir.

Then I think you should know, Mary Phillips, that I do not consider the opinions of servants

be they favorable or otherwise to be matters of any consequence.

Do I make myself clear?

You use some long words to tell me to mind my own business.

I appear to have been understood.

That's the rules, all done, mama. Is there anything else?

No, if you go and enjoy yourself, you haven't had a day off in weeks, have you?

I won't be back late.

Don't you think I'm not here, isn't it?

No. No, for a month. This is his last.

I don't know why he hasn't written.

Well, I expect he's busy out there in France.

They're all busy out there in France.

Oh, well, it's sick, mama.

I had someone talk in the other night.

Seems it's going to be a big battle soon, if it hasn't started already.

It's somewhere called Lou's.

Never do it, but still, he might not be in it.

Well, er, that's where the guards are.

Since Charlie's in the guards, that means he'll be in the battle, don't it?

Oh, no.

Probably be well away from the fighting in the Rhianne with all the generals.

If there's a fire plummet, be there, Mary, appeal a thick of it.

I didn't mean I meant with him being so important.

Yeah, yeah, no, what do you mean?

Oh, I'm sorry I've fluffed the air noise.

Just I wish I knew where it was, isn't it?

Are they not allowed to see that sort of thing, are they?

No, we made good a letter from a young man this morning.

Are they said anything by the time they'd censored it?

Just that he missed, don't thank them for the socks.

Well, at least she knew who was alive.

Oh, he was, when he wrote it.

Lou's.

Miss, look it up on the map.

Oh, what's that, ma'am?

Moved.

Maybe this drive mugged from Flanders.

From where he is, where they all are, most of them.

Mrs Cochrane was on at meet the sign of the pledge, says she has.

Well, that won't be much of a sacrifice.

She never is more like lassist to help.

Oh, no, not that pledge.

The other one, where you promise not to go out with any man who is in a uniform.

Which also be a fun thing.

Still, shows her arts in the right place.

I'll be off now.

Morning, there you go.

Lovely.

Is Mrs Trotter in star?

One moment, eh?

Oh, you can go first without.

Really cool.

Mr Rapple is outside, madam.

What does it feel seen?

Yeah, all right, show me.

I'm sorry.

Good evening, Mrs Trotter.

I apologize and I've interrupted your meal.

You're off? Where you want?

I'd like a word with a maid who cleaned my room this morning.

Mary, I think she's called.

She is, and your count is a night off.

Oh, if you see Gaspar, tell him to get his coat on, really.

All right, you'll leave that for now.

Mr Star wants you to take her under post.

All right, Mr Rappleby.

I'll ask her back when she comes in.

I'd be obliged. Good night.

When are you leaving, Mr Rappleby?

A direct question. Why do you ask?

Because I need the room for someone else.

Now, that's only half true.

Because I need the room for someone else.

Now, that's only half true.

Because your ear under false pretenses, that's why.

It's the policy of this hotel to take only servicemen,

or then that's been wounded in the war, and you're neither.

Your persistence as a recruiting officer can only be admired, Mrs Trotter.

You've got to be persistent with them that won't take a hint.

The management of this hotel reserves the right to refuse admission.

But hardly the right to evict without good reason.

I've given you the reason.

And I'd love to start. Chuck you out, it needs me.

Then I should feel obliged to make the circumstances very public indeed.

Now, what do you want to hang a bet where you're not wanted?

Plenty of other hotels, let's choose it.

But few, I imagine, whose kitchens can provide such fulsome

if unpatriotic fare as the bentings.

Do you mean unpatriotic?

Come, come, Mrs Trotter. You know perfectly well, what I mean.

I'm not afraid of fiddling a little bit here and there.

We feed fighting men here.

Like Bantam Cox, if they can afford it.

But in these times of scarcity and deprivation of certain,

public aprobrium attaches to those who manage to avoid both.

I'm sure for the sake of your guests, if not for yourself, that you would not wish to attract it.

Oh, you're a clever dick, aren't you?

You wouldn't come out of it too well, neither.

Yes, but as I'm sure we'd both agree, I am a creature without shame.

Good night, Mrs Trotter.

Beans, ma'am. The tour?

Undercooked. I can give him a bit of cabbage as well.

See that the life's spoiled out of it.

Mr Apple Bismenya receives my personal attention from now on.

Oh, a merriman, since curry since short supply, I'll have to make doing a barley water.

Bali water?

Mmm, ma'am. I never thought you'd serve me like that. I don't know. You can bring yourself to do it.

I'm gritting my teeth, Merrick.

I won't see that his room's done last, if it's done at all, because we're short of staff, because there's a war on.

Excuse me, Mrs Trotter. There's a left tenant Bartlett. Royal Navy would like a word. I've shown him into your room.

You know, I'll be there. Play out there. Is it a minute? Take it down, Mrs Cochran. Oh, Linda.

I'll just gotta save some cabbage for his dinner.

Tom.

To serve a gentleman with beans and cabbage and barley water, I'd be ashamed to look a bit of the eye.

Where's gas pine?

Well, I'm sorry. I can't let you out that information.

If you could, Mrs Trotter, I assure you you would be helping the war, if it.

War or no war? The business of the guests that stay at the benton is private.

You're not checking up on those that hasn't registered.

My duties have nothing to do with the National Register.

Well, that's just as well, because you'd be wasting your time.

Oh, I guess rather, too old. Or in uniform or foreigners.

Foreigner?

Well, Americans. They're not strictly foreigners in a manner of speaking.

It's their manner of speaking that makes them foreigners, but I take your meaning.

Mrs Trotter, I can officially requisition the hotel records if I have to.

But I'd rather rely on your cooperation.

Made with intelligence? Some to do with Spine, isn't it?

In essence, yes.

Well, I'm not having you, Spine or Marcus.

Question is, are any of them spying on us?

I don't know. I don't know. What's it all coming to?

First bar, he warded out, so, sir, I don't know.

Freddy Briden.

His young fool's milk, they with the fool's horse.

I think he said they'd go with all that.

He got shot down in one of them, observation balloons.

Oh, go. Any of you, one of them.

I don't think it's going to do with the benton.

Got no spars here.

Only secret. We've got my recipe for quail pudding.

Cars and build, didn't care much for that, as I remember.

The line of mine, Quires, is a tenuous one, Mrs Trotter, but it's the best we have at the moment.

With the high-ranking military people who have here, all to be a German fly on the wall when they're talking.

Well, I'd like to take this, and I must ask you for a completeness to be your staff, including any that may have left recently.

Here, I'll have a seat to it. Good.

For one further thing, you will understand that what I have told you is completely confidential.

It must go no further.

And that is not a request.

Star, Major?

Go on to the dispense for a cup of tea, can I help?

Yeah, I'll be a pleasure.

Ask Maryman to send you an appot for me.

Are you sure, Mr Maryman?

Of course, I'm sure I got eyes, not that bad.

Oh, I'm Maryman. Mrs Trotter's back. She ducked tea in the parlour of runs.

Major?

What do you make of this, sir?

It's a German newspaper.

Are we poised, Mike? Can you read German?

Well, not exactly fluent, you know, but enough.

Says they're winning the war.

They're winning liars.

Says it'll be all over in 18 months.

There's a bit here about the Allies mistreating German prisoners of war.

I say, Star, we're enough to forget this.

Well, we keep our newspapers. Mrs Cochran uses them to clean out the oven.

I just happen to come across it in the bundle.

This is only a fortnight out, how enough to get here.

That's what we use, Mr Merriman thinks. He saw gaspar breeding it.

Well, not thinks I saw with him. That's a fact.

And he looked guilty when I called him, told him the times because I found him slacking.

What would he be doing with a German newspaper? Gaspar's a Belgian.

Says he is.

Now, look, this could be very serious.

There is some suspicion that the Germans may have planted spies among the refugees.

What I tell you.

Well, nothing much so far.

Just that you caught gaspar breeding a paper when he should have been working.

And he looked guilty, which is no more than I'd expect.

But the date of this thing needs some explaining.

Well, he's a spy, that explains.

He's a blooming careless way. We left that line at bay.

Just what does he get out to at night?

Well, that's right. I'd like to know.

Big mistake putting him up there in that topmost attic. Zippernans.

What about them?

Well, easy enough to signal Zippernans up there.

Perfect place for him.

Bring a bomb down on top of us one of these nights.

He'd get killed himself.

Oh, he's probably made some arrangements.

We're in to avoid that.

By telling you this, he gets up to something.

A couple of times, like coming over late at night.

And there's the lights placed away, does that he?

See those plays you like?

The Strel

This had better be investigated before it goes into further.

I will undertake to do so.

In the meantime, on no, I can't let gaspar see your suspicious.

And we'll keep this whole matter to ourselves.

No, no, T, no, no, right.

No progress at all, I've read.

I had to take Mrs. Trot under my confidence,

as some extended.

She's promised to keep an eye on printing hard,

but I'm not very hopeful.

Although I did have another look at that letter

that Tenebriven sent to his fiancé.

Yeah?

Yes, I noticed the letter was dated the 14th.

But post-mart, the 15th.

While is it significant?

I'll bet you'll ever get to post letters,

carry them butt in my pocket today.

That's true.

I'm grasping at straws on this, Rick.

Not many much start with our inquiries

at the Benticle Leadership Room.

They already have.

The Roodelac Kultur Brussels.

Edith Cowell's hospital.

Paul Eddy.

If I'm visiting the Governor General,

it's not noted for his sentimentality.

I think she'll be sure.

You don't sound particularly outraged at the sort.

Oh, and it has to be realistic.

And assisting the escape of Allied prisoners

and as cowellers are some values,

the prisoner herself, she's not.

That'll mark her.

That's a different story.

You could add a hundred thousand volunteers to the colors

and produce the most significant effect on world opinion.

That is very realistic.

The viewer is not simply my own.

I've heard it expressed much higher levels.

I think I should go to a monastery after the war.

I doubt if you'd find one with a reputation for making seltzer.

But what bearings does this have on the bentic?

It hasn't been quite a lot.

When Nurse Cavill was arrested,

more than 30 Belgians' villains were arrested at the same time.

It's one being Mademoiselle Justine Gaspar.

You recognize the name?

Yes.

I saw it on that list, Mrs. Trotter gave me.

There's a waiter at the bentic named Gaspar.

He's her brother.

We checked his record most carefully and there's no doubt.

A lady is a present being held in the prison of Saljil

while the German military authorities

decide whether or not she should stand trial.

It would hardly have circumstances that would predispose him to spy for them.

It would if the alternative was having his sister shot.

I'm sorry sir, I'm running out of stamps.

Perhaps Mrs. Trotter's got something out of her.

Mr. Brewster, how are you?

Oh, yes, show me, sir.

Good evening, Mrs. Trotter.

I do apologize for disturbing you on what must seem a trivial matter.

It's always a pleasure to see you, Mr. Brewster.

What can I do for you?

Well, our most anxious to get this letter off tonight to my sister

and I appear to have run out of postage stamps.

No, that's easy enough.

Hey, I help yourself.

Can I be quite a few for a minute, aren't you?

No, you have them on the bent ink.

Oh, thank you.

Big glasses on there as well?

All right, that's most kind of you.

Oh, I guess, pal.

You have, by Mr. Brewster's letter in the post on your way out.

Oh, thank you.

Miss you.

So, here.

Brandi, see you.

Lovely.

All right.

Miss you?

Oh, just going to empty.

Miss you?

No.

Oh, just going to empty it, guys, pal.

Ah.

Nothing.

Oh, well, you wouldn't mind taking Fred from a stroll, would you?

He's looking a bit restless.

Stolen?

Yeah, a walk.

A run.

A-stolency walk.

A-mafic plesillo.

A-messio's monkey Fred.

A-stolency walk.

A-mafic plesillo.

Okay.

How long is usually gone?

Usually about ten minutes.

There's a few lamp standers between here in the post office.

So, Fred, you slow him down.

No, I don't like it, Major.

I don't like it at all.

Well, don't you like it.

Don't like Fred getting mixed up in this sort of thing.

I mean, it's bad enough you sneaking up in a guest bar.

I was room when he was out, but he used Fred.

Are you not sneaking anywhere?

I'm conducting an investigation.

And may I remind you of the both yourself and Fred

your self and friend are under military orders.

My orders.

I have every intention of reporting the matter to the proper authorities if I find anything

to justify such action.

If not, then we can assume that madammen was mistaken and there's no harm done.

Evening.

Travel in.

Now, see you get some decent run.

Yes.

I'll leave you.

Fred.

Hey, Jack.

Hello there.

I'm going to move you.

Hey, what now?

Yeah, come on.

We're going to take a minute.

Ah, good evening, Madam.

Oh, hello, Mr. Trotta.

Hello.

Mr. Trotta has suggested that you might be kind enough to offer me some money.

I'm not going to offer you some advice on a little project I have in mind.

Here comes it, Madam.

What do you want, friend?

Oh, well, thank you, Madam.

It's been a fact time.

I'd rather push for time.

Oh, where are you off to?

Oh, no.

Really?

I thought I'd go and look at the bus.

The noise is under the bonnet.

Hey, pitch stock out there.

Freezing calm.

Chug the door comes in here.

You let that right.

What are you waiting for?

There they are, Mr. Brewster.

You tell him what you have in mind.

I imagine I am in regular, well indeed, weekly correspondence with my sister, who is the

President of the Milwaukee Ladies Arts and Literature Society.

And in the course of my correspondence, I have described to her at some length the heroic

sacrifices being made by the people of these gallant islands in their struggle against the

forces of darkness.

A struggle, sir, which I firmly believe should be America's too.

Oh, very thoughtful.

Oh, no, no, no, not at all, sir.

It is my constantly stated conviction.

And at last, it is bearing some fruit.

However small.

Now, my sister, whose name, by the way, is Sarah, has used my notes as a basis of a lecture

to her society.

And the Milwaukee Ladies were impressed, sir.

Oh, yes, indeed.

They were impressed.

They're good.

And they reached a unanimous decision, Major.

They want to help.

But it's extremely kind of.

I don't quite see how they can.

Well, use your loaf.

They want to send over food parcels and comforts and woolies and things like that for the troops.

I'd rather be very much appreciated.

And I'm glad she would have got to do with me.

Well, you said you, since you finished with the refugees, you've gone into supply.

Oh, not that kind of supply.

Well, he's a brilliant.

Well, you could supply him with whatever the Milwaukee Ladies, what's his name, sends over.

I can assure him I do that I have nothing to do with that sort of thing.

Well, some of your brass-setted friends, although as...

Did he come back yet?

No, but you better look nippy.

Damn.

I'm sorry.

Tell your sister that her thought is much appreciated, Mr. Brewster.

Me and the Major are making queries.

A pleasure, Mr. Strzotter. A pleasure.

Major, I'll do what I can.

That's all you then.

I've never known you a refusal to drink before.

Lisa, I have a matter of the utmost seriousness to report to you.

Well...

I have just made a search of Gaspar's room.

You've lost.

Believe me, I had good grounds for doing so.

And if it turns out I was right, he has some letters hidden under some shirts in his chest of drawers.

They are this evening's post from the Bintix mailbox.

Did you know?

Because one of them is a letter I wrote myself to my Tefa accountant.

First bar, Bec.

Oh, you get mad.

All right.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

Hey, we're here. I'm sure that I saw them.

You're not there now.

Why don't you take them?

I just wanted to come back and find them missing.

I don't want them suspicious before I even formed the authorities.

They already know.

What?

I had a visit from a noble officer a few days ago.

Lieutenant Bart clicked something to do with intelligence.

Seems they've had their eye on the Binting.

The intelligence manager told me.

No, I shouldn't have, because he said not to.

Come on.

Don't want him walking in, I'm not sure.

He's got Fred with him.

I'm in front.

That's past back, madam.

Do you want anything? Say anything?

Just that he'd taken Fred for a walk around the house.

He's got a feeling he's here for a merriman.

Oh, very fine, that no one had up.

Right, star, mum, Sir Word.

I think I better take this run by hand immediately.

Well, there's time when I at Bartlett left his office hours ago.

Probably, but even as they can't contact him, he'll get it first thing in the morning.

You all right?

Hey, Major.

I might do think I guess more in the first place.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

Where is he, Mr. Starr? Where is he?

You sent him out to walk the dog.

Look, I got six early in the morning.

It caused the sways.

It's supposed to help me with the breakfast, Tracy.

It's my dog, dogs.

And Fred's out in the hole.

What are you talking about?

Gaspar, that's what I'm talking about.

No sign of him anywhere.

Never is what he's wanted.

Perhaps he's slept in.

Well, if he has, I'm not running all the way up to his room to work.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

Well, if he has, I'm not running all the way up

to his room to work in it.

Not much point to that, Mr. Maryman.

I've just been up in his doors locked.

Oh.

Well, that was it.

He's locked on the inside. The keys still there.

Major.

Do you smell anything?

Good work.

I'll give an ambulance.

Bit late for that.

Ah, good morning, Mrs. Frother.

I hurried round as soon as I received your note.

I was in the room.

I was in the room.

I was in the room.

Ah, good morning, Mrs. Frother.

I hurried round as soon as I received your note.

I'd like to speak to Gaspar.

It's all right. You just missed him.

That right job they did get the corpse down the back stairs

with that sharp turn to say that I didn't take about the front.

Still, I expect we'd all need the same way.

Use the service interest when you're alive.

Use it when you're dead.

Good enough for Gaspar, though.

Oh, I don't know. You can talk like that, Mr. Maryman.

You got no feelings, you have?

It was a nice little man, Mrs. Gaspar.

Gaspar himself. Why did he go into a thing like that?

I expect he had his reasons.

I expect he had.

And I wonder you're not ashamed the way you treated him.

With him a refugee that lost everything when the Germans came.

Here, here. Don't you get all of me, my girl.

All you will be thinking about now is the tips you'll get the people who used to give him.

Because he didn't go round with his feet tripping over his face like some I could mention, but won't.

Hey, hey. Nice little man, was he?

That's all you know. I could tell you what you're thinking about your Mr. Gaspar if I don't mind.

And he'd all be lies and gossip. Never had a kind word to say from you.

And I was right. You're Mr. Mr. Benjem, what a spy. Didn't know that, did you?

Don't talk rubbish.

What was he doing? Read the German newspaper. Call the man of myself.

Star on the major, talk so, too.

German newspaper? When was this?

Oh, few days ago, Farron, the pile over there.

So that's where it got to.

What?

Mr. Applebee was looking for it.

Right?

I took it by my statement, I was cleaning his room.

He asked Mrs. Trotter if I'd seen it. I looked but I couldn't find it anywhere.

The word was strapped to me, what was he like that for?

Oh, something to do with his job.

Oh, maybe you think he's a spy.

That being so, it would seem that you were on the right track for the wrong reasons.

Great pity.

Because if Gaspar wasn't working on his own, then he probably wasn't.

He might have led us to his accomplices.

You and your aunt, are you?

Yes, as I've last night.

When he left the hotel, he was followed by plain clothes detective.

He went round to the post office, posted some letters and returned.

I'm told he had a dog with him at stars. He was taking it for a walk.

Rather a strange walk, he would see him.

Gaspar returned to the hotel, went in by the back entrance.

A few minutes later he emerged, walked round and came in by the front.

Can you think of any reason why he should do that?

Well, no, I can't imagine.

Well, I believe in Ken. You left the light on in his room.

He'd have seen it from the street, nipped up the back stairs to see what was going on.

Well, Jove, yes.

All right.

And while I was collecting you, he could have gone in and removed the letters.

That's possible.

In which case, since they're no longer in his room, they must be concealed somewhere in the hotel.

All destroyed, head, or flushed down the what's it.

I'd rather mustn't have browned and seemed my taffacount.

He was becoming quite insistent about that check.

He'll be very guarded in your explanations major.

I don't want Gaspar's death to be viewed as other than an accident.

Of course.

I don't understand.

What was Gaspar doing with the letters?

Well, I think that's really obvious, Mrs. Trotter.

He was in the habit of collecting the mail from Starr for delivery to the post office.

Instead, he would take it up to his room, pick up the previous day's mail,

which had already been scrutinized, and post that instead.

Greatful little Belgian.

Without going into detail, I think I may say we suspect he was under some pressure.

Well, Mrs. Trotter, I have some further inquiries to make elsewhere meantime,

and I would like to return later, if I may.

Yes, of course I'll be here.

In fact, I'm giving a little dinner party tonight if you'd care to join us.

Well, the greatest of pleasure.

Yes, she's in, Mr. Appleby.

I'll just see if she's free.

So that's Mr. Appleby's in.

Yes.

Oh, Mr. Appleby.

Come down to compliment the cook.

The memory of your recent cuisine will stay with me always.

No, that's not why I'm here. I will be leaving tomorrow.

Oh, OK, you've been ready.

And another hotel, have you?

Let's say that your gentle prodding has caused some thought.

I have decided to respond to the country's call.

Well, I think that's a splendid idea, and I'm very glad to hear it.

I thought you might be.

And now, since I've announced my intention of marching towards the sound of the gunfire,

do think that this evening's dinner might be a little more adventurous.

You shall have the best we can offer.

In fact, I'll do even better than that.

Mrs. Trotto would like you to go straight in, so thank you.

Oh, Star, it's possible that a communication will arrive for me during the course of the evening.

Will you see I get a minute to do?

Very little.

Oh, I'll be right.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

Oh, I'll be right back.

Mr. Bartlett, you know the major.

This is Mr. Applebee and Mr. Brewster.

I'm proud to shake your hand, sir.

Or that of any other British naval officer.

Thank you, I would hate to sail under false colors, Mr. Brewster.

My job tends to be civil service rather than senior service.

I am with naval intelligence.

How fascinating.

And have you learned any interesting secrets lately?

I confess the only worthwhile intelligence I've gathered recently is information that soon brandy will only be available on a doctor's prescription.

Good God.

As a T-totaler, I view the prospect with a complacency bordering on Sputmus.

Well, I don't.

Do you hear that, Maryman? You get the cellar filled up before it happens.

Bloody hell.

If you will excuse me, Mrs. Tropper, I will decline the brandy excellence as it is.

I have an early start in the morning. I'd like to have a clear head, but thank you for a memorable meal.

Just taking the taste of cabbage, why is it?

It's fit for the prodigal son, except that he was returning whilst I'm leaving.

Mr. Applebee's off tomorrow to join up.

Oh, good man.

Army?

I'm in.

I'm in.

I'm in.

I'm in.

I'm in.

It would seem that I have inadvertently misled you, Mrs. Tropper.

I am not volunteering for the armed forces.

Mrs. Lead?

What was that about the country's call and marching towards the gunfire?

Spot of shooting at my uncle's estate in Norfolk.

Good evening, gentlemen.

My thanks once again, Mrs. Tropper.

Mrs. Lid, what was it about the country's call and marching towards the gunfire?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, in my Norfolk.

Good evening, gentlemen.

My thanks once again, Mrs. Tropper.

Oh, never mind, my dear.

Fellowes abounders, no more of a said.

There's plenty more to be said.

Say it in the morning, pit it as spoil a pleasant evening.

You are, I will.

Yes, Starr. What are you up?

A noteful lieutenant bound, bitman.

It is shocking.

At least not at all typical of the spirit I find around me.

Well, it's getting a good deal, too, Tippin' a little of the mint ink.

Know what the place is coming to, what we...

Shurkerson.

Spies?

Spies, Lieutenant?

Yes, yes, the Belgian way term is to Brewster.

Gaspar.

He was a spy.

The one who had the accident?

Yes.

It is certain that he was engaged in some clandestine activity

of the Germans.

His death was more likely suicide in the face of imminent discovery.

Or, so we believe.

You do amaze me, sir.

Still, I can scarcely credit that he would be in possession

of any valuable information.

He had access to every letter in the hotel mailbox.

And as the place is full of top brass, I imagine, quite a lot

could be gleaned from their correspondence.

But how did he get hold of the post?

Star would give it to him to take to the post office.

I think that little bleeder sitting up there,

steaming open my guest letters.

Oh, nothing so primitive, Mrs. Trotter.

Oh, no.

Yeah.

Then we've come across these before.

You simply push it under the flap at the envelope and twist.

To a letter is wrapped round these prongs.

You see, he would pull it out.

Letter can be returned in the same way without disturbing

the ceiling envelope.

Most ingenious, but it would take a double of a time.

Oh, yes.

Even the practice would take half the night to work through, say,

20 letters.

That's the one we was fit for his work in the morning.

Oh, Gaspar didn't do it.

Oh, he's accomplished with the insomniac, someone in the hotel.

Hi.

Are you saying, sir, that an enemy agent is in residence

at this very moment?

I should say that is a reasonable conclusion on the evidence.

What evidence?

You saw last night's male and Gaspar's drawer major.

I think we can presume that it wasn't posted last night.

True?

But one letter was.

And as you know, all overseas male is censored.

And as the event has been under some suspicion,

we asked the censors to keep a very close watch on LA letters

written on hotel, no paper.

And they'll find one?

Yes, from Mr. Brewster to some relatives in Milwaukee,

the date and the postmark were the same.

The letter was posted on the night it was written last night.

Now, there's an extraordinary thing.

How do you suppose that came about?

Well, there are two possibilities.

One, Gaspar's intimate a mistake.

The other that he thought his accomplice

would already be aware of the letter's contents.

Well, now I don't see how he could think that.

I do.

You gave it to him, in here.

It would seem to me that you are implying something very serious,

and I would warn you against any further

such speculation.

I am an American citizen.

Oh, you are indeed, Mr. Brewster.

Yes, from Milwaukee, a city which has, I believe,

quite a substantial German population.

The proportion of our citizens are of German origin.

I must tell you, sir, that your letter already

is in the hands of our experts in room 40 OB.

And our decoders have already made some progress.

I really don't think I'm prepared to sit here

and listen to this slanderous and preposterous

nonsense any longer.

If you will excuse me, Mrs. Tropper.

Do sit down, man, and finish your brandy.

The detective's outside, or in no hurry.

Star, which is Mr. Appleby's room?

My apologies for disturbing you, Mr. Appleby.

Not at all.

What can I do for you?

Well, I have this.

I believe it is yours.

I thought you might need it.

It's very kind of you.

It's no importance.

Now, may I ask how you came by?

I have been pursuing a certain matter.

The Benton, can it?

It came my way.

You left the table too early.

Mr. Brewster has just been arrested for spying.

Well, well.

Such doings, Norfolk will seem excessively dull.

I entertain some doubts about you, Mr. Appleby.

But only briefly, Sir Edwin Vickers assured me of your bona fide.

Vickers?

Don't believe I know him?

Nor he you.

But he knows about you.

Austrian mother?

Educated in Heidelberg, fluent in German?

Well informed about the country and its people.

From what a knowledgeable fellow your friend sounds.

Still, I'm obliged to ensure you that I'm not a spy.

He assured me that you were, sir.

Talkative fellow to it, would seem.

He had to tell me you understand.

My inquiries might have jeopardized the very brave service

you were entering this country.

You were resting between your travels, he said.

And my travels resume tomorrow.

Germany?

Norfolk.

Quite so.

Then I wish you a better luck than Mr. Brewster.

In Norfolk.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I imagine the most hazardous part of the journey will be getting past

Mrs. Trotter in the morning.

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