"Neale?" "Oh, there you are." "Come in." "You know, it's interesting to watch the last minute crawl by, after so many of them." "I've always meant to have that thing speeded up." "It's a fine time to think of it." "Free man." "You're not wasting any time." "Not if I can help it." "Where do you plan to go?" "London." "It's being heavily bombed these nights." "Don't you think some quiet town at first and get employment there for a while?" "I'm gonna spend the first month being pushed and jammed... by the biggest crowds I can find." "I want to hear people talk and laugh." "After that clock, seeing faces will be a good tonic." "I don't blame you." "I'll walk to the gate with you." "One parting thought," "Don't get involved with the police again in any way." "A second charge wouldn't be easy." "A quiet life from here on." "Well, good-bye and good luck." "Thank you." "Good evening to ya." "Evening." "Ticket to London, please." "Yes, sir, in the wink of an eye." "What's happening over there?" "That's our charity fete." "The ladies are doing themselves proud tonight." "Have a look and spend a shilling or two." "It's well worth it." "May I leave my things?" "Certainly." "Put 'em there on the bench." "I'll keep me eye on 'em." "Thank you." "Good evening." "Evening." "Will you join our party?" "Yes." "The charge is a shilling." "Doesn't seem quite fair, though." "It's so late." "Wait five minutes." "Go in at the reduced price." "It's all right." "I think it's fair to warn people." "We don't want them to feel cheated, even in a good cause." "No." "What is the cause?" "Mothers of the free nations." "Catch it!" "Thank you." "Come now, children." "Come along." "It's getting towards blackout time." "Now we'll have the treasure hunt." "Get your spades and dig." "Mind the vicar's petunias." "Now run along." "Run on." "Young gentleman, won't you buy a ticket and guess its weight?" "It's a shilling." "Whoever is closest wins it." "All right." "Oh, thank you." "Oh, three pounds, five ounces." "A very good guess, I should say." "Your wife must've been teaching you." "I have no wife." "Now you must try the fortune-tellers." "You really must." "Mrs. Bellane is wonderful." "She told my son..." "I was just telling this gentleman about Mrs. Bellane and my son." "Uh..." "oh, I'll see her." "Oh, thanks." "How nice." "Isn't he a lovely gentleman?" "Sit down... and cross my palm with silver." "Your hand." "You're up-to-date here." "Electric light." "First the character, then the past." "By law, I'm not allowed to tell the future." "Aha." "You have found true contentment in a happy marriage." "I'm not married." "Then you will be." "Heaven help the woman." "Aw, don't be angry, please." "I haven't had as much pleasure in two years." "I mean it." "Really?" "Then let's get on with it." "Now the past." "This line that runs here... you have made one woman happy." "Is something wrong?" "No." "Nothing." "Forget the past." "Just tell me the future." "What you want is the cake." "You must give the weight... as 4 pounds, 15-and-a-half ounces." "Is it the right weight?" "That's immaterial." "Don't I hear any more fortune?" "No." "You can go now." "Thank you." "I'll try it." "I would like to buy another chance." "Bravo!" "That's a splendid idea." "Splendid!" "I would say 4 pounds, 15-and-a-half ounces." "Lawks!" "Anybody could tell you're a bachelor." "As a matter of fact, the gentleman has won it." "He's not more than a fraction of an ounce out." "You'd better not eat too much." "It'll be heavy as lead." "On the contrary, it's made with real eggs." "There you are." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Hoo-hoo!" "Hoo-hoo!" "Oh, the gentleman with the cake, please, wait." "I've made a mistake about the weight." "I'm so sorry, but it wasn't what you said." "The real weight is three pounds and two ounces." "The other gentleman won it." "What gentleman?" "There with Mrs. Bellane." "What did he guess?" "Oh, much closer." "Three pounds and eight ounces." "In that case, I still win." "My first guess was three pounds and five ounces." "Give the gentleman this shilling and tell him you're sorry." "Good night." "You don't find many good cakes these days." "I told you it'd be worthwhile." "Here's an empty one where you can stretch out and sleep." "There's no readin' with those dim-out lights." "Keep the curtains drawn." "All right." "The Nazis'll be over in a bit." "The red alert went up." "I hope our lads give 'em a proper pasting'." "Well, good night, sir." "Good night." "Thank you." "Hope they don't bomb the railway." "I hope." "Is there space here for one more?" "It's empty except for me." "Come in." "Here." "That's right." "Thanks." "You are very kind." "Not at all." "Good to have company." "Going through to London?" "Yes." "They say the red's up." "So I was told." "Seems strange to hear people tell of the blackout." "I guess I'm better off than most... at getting about in the dark." "I haven't been out much at night myself." "I hear the bombers overhead every night." "They pass over my farm on their way to London." "It's a dread sound." "Yes, it is." "Would you like some cake?" "Cake?" "Yes." "I won it at the fete." "Share it with me." "It's a long way to a London restaurant." "Well, if you're going to have some." "Here you are." "Feel how light it is." "Made with eggs." "You'd think it was made with gold, the way they wanted to hang onto it." "I hear them now." "What?" "The Nazis." "They must be trying for the black moor factory." "There are some low buildings about a mile." "That's it." "It's a munitions plant." "Excuse me." "There didn't seem to be anyone here." " What do you want?" " I'm looking for Mr. Rennit." "I'm Mr. Rennit." "You should have made an appointment." "Evidently, you don't want clients." "Good morning." "Now, now, now, you don't want to lose your temper." "I'm a busy man." "There are ways of doing things." "Take a chair, and we'll both have a drink." "Not a bad idea." "It's an excellent idea." "These raids are bad for the nerves." "One must have a little something." "One gets rattled." "You'll excuse a teacup?" "I've never objected to stimulants... as stimulants." "Your health." "I may need it." "Now... to business." "Your name?" "Stephen Neale." "Have you a pencil?" "Thank you." "How did you happen to come to me?" "I don't like my hotel room being ransacked when I'm out." "I don't like being robbed on trains or shot at." "Mr. Neale, this is a respectable business with a tradition." "I'm not Sherlock Holmes." "A man in my position doesn't go crawling about floors... with a... with a microscope looking for bloodstains." "If you're in that kind of trouble, you should go to the police." "I don't wish to be mixed up with the police." "Sorry." "It would have been worth 20 to have you come with me." "Twenty pounds?" "Well, let's get on with it." "I see." "War plays the devil with a business like this." "Come on." "You come in if there's trouble." "Yes?" "Good afternoon." "Good afternoon." "I'm looking for the address of a Mrs. Bellane." "No lady of that name works here." "She was helping with your charity fete at Lembridge." "Oh, they were voluntary helpers." "I'm sorry." "We can't possibly disclose... the addresses of the voluntary helpers." "Well, isn't there some way I can get it?" "You see, a mistake was made." "She gave me a cake that didn't belong to me." "Well, it's against the rules," "But I'll inquire." "Will you come through, please?" "Come in, won't you?" "I'm terribly sorry, but I couldn't help it." "People have baked some sad-looking pastries to sell at our fetes, but was it frightful?" "Frightful?" "That you'd come all the way from Lembridge to give it back." "He hasn't any cake with him." "Have a chair." "You know, my sister has a grim sense of humor." "If it'd been any good, he'd have eaten it." "May I ask your name?" "Stephen Neale." "I'm Willi Hilfe." "Carla, Mr. Neale." "How do you do?" "Who was it you wanted?" "A Mrs. Bellane." "Bellane?" "Bellane." "I don't remember any name like that." "We have so many of them." "Uh, do you know her?" "No." "Look in the index." "Well, we're not supposed to give... why do you want it?" "We got along famously." "I'd like to see her next time I'm down." "Find out how the mix-up happened." "Oh, I see." "You got along famously?" "Yes." " Didn't her husband object?" " Has she a husband?" ""Mrs."" " Yes, it does, doesn't it?" " Bell." "Belden." "Bellane." "Here she is." "Mrs. Rolf Bellane." "A clairvoyant." "Is that the one?" "Yes." "She lives here in London." "209 Campden lane." "Canon topping recommended her." "Here you are." "Thank you." "Could any of your volunteers be using this organization as a shield?" "For what?" "Some kind of crime." "Our dear old dowagers?" "Oh, no!" "He tried to kill you?" "There's just one bullet left." "He'd have used that if the bomb hadn't got him." "But it... it's fantastic, the whole thing." "I'd like to investigate this Mrs. Bellane with you, Neale." "I'd like to have you." "Oh, no, Willi, please." "If they tried to kill Mr. Neale, something might happen to you." "Nonsense." "If they use our charity fetes, I want to find out about it." "She may be right, Mr. Hilfe." "Ah." "She's just tired of getting me out of scrapes." "Got me out of Austria." "Grow some gray hairs, Afferl." "You'll be stunning." "Come on, Neale." "Good-bye." "Bye." "What do you want?" "Is this Mr. Finney?" "No." "No?" "I didn't think so." "Is Mrs. Bellane home?" "Who is calling, please?" "Mr. Hilfe, secretary of the mothers of the free nations." "Will you come in?" "Will you please wait a moment?" "Oh, I see." "She's not the one." "Mr. Hilfe?" "I'm Mr. Hilfe." "Mrs..." "Bellane." "I've heard many of the ladies speak of you." "I should have paid a call at your office long ago." "I would have enjoyed it." "May I present Mr. Neale?" "Mr. Neale, are you one of our group?" "By adoption, yes." "Mrs. Bellane?" "Oh, I beg your pardon." "We'll start at once, doctor." "I have a group waiting for a séance." "Won't you join us?" "We can talk afterwards." "Yes, we'd like to." "Splendid." "I want to tell you about our fete at Lembridge." "We took in a hundred pounds." "Oh, were you there?" "Yes." "I told fortunes." "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting." "You especially, Mr. Newby." "I know you have to catch the early train." "Not at all." " Can you make room for Mr. Hilfe over there, doctor?" " Certainly." "This is Dr. Forrester." "Mr. Hilfe?" "And you, Mr. Neale, over there." " Mr. Newby." " How do you do?" "Miss Penteel." "She has extraordinary powers of painting the inner world." "Colored, rhythmic arrangements." "Will you please form the circle?" "Now if you will all join hands... before the lights fade." "We mustn't break the circle." "The lights Wili..." "Oh, Mr. Cost, I didn't think you were coming." "Always those customers at the last moment." "May I?" "May I present our newcomers?" "Mr. Neale, Mr. Cost." " How do you do?" " It seems we've met before." "I'm sorry." "I don't believe I recall it." "This is Mr. Hilfe, secretary of the mothers of the free nations." " How do you do?" " How do you do?" "The lights will fade now." "Yes?" "Yes?" "I can't hear you." "One of you won't... let her come through." "Someone whose motives are evil." "You can speak." "There's no enemy here." "I had to find you." "I watched it too, Stephen." "Stephen, you sat there watching the clock." "I know." "You waited for me to die." "Was the poison strong enough?" "The clock stood still." "You killed me." "The poison." "The clock stood still." "You murdered!" "Who speaks?" "Who said that?" "Don't break the circle!" "Who told you that?" "turn on the lights!" "Turn on the lights!" "Cost." "Look at cost!" "What... happened, doctor?" "Look after her, will you?" "A doctor's no good, I'm afraid." "There's only one thing Call the police." "He did it." "He broke the circle." "All our hands were locked." "I didn't kill him." "You have that revolver." "I didn't fire it." "There was only one bullet left." "It's still there." "You hold him here, Mr. Hilfe." "I'll ring up the police." "I will not be drawn into this." "I have to catch my train." "Stay, newbie." "The police will want all of us." "Well, I'll not wait in here with him!" "Then go into the library." "Wait for me, Mr. Newby!" "Believe me, Hilfe." "I've only your word for it that there was one bullet." "It's the truth." "I'm done if the police arrest me again." "Someone here knows it... knows all about me." "But why would they kill him?" "I don't know." "He's the one that came to Lembridge for the cake." "Oh, I see." "Give me a chance to find out." "I'll never clear myself behind bars." "I'd like to, Neale, but I'd be in trouble myself if I let you go." "I'm an alien." "You know what?" "You might knock me out." "Go ahead." "It's a good alibi." "But get away from London." "Well, I've never said "thank you" this way before." "Mothers of the free nations." "Mr. Neale?" "This is Carla Hilfe." " Is your brother there?" " No." "There's a fete at Bloomsbury." "He wanted to see if there was anything... anything like Lembridge." " He told you what happened?" " Yes." "He said the police didn't hold any of the others." " They're searching for you." " I can imagine." " Where will you hide?" " I don't know yet." "I thought I had a place, but it seems my unknown friends got there first." "Where are you now?" "Longacre and bend?" "Wait there for me." "I was afraid you'd be gone." "The air raid." "I would have waited." "I know a place." "We can't get through now." "A girl I helped out of Austria hid there until I got her papers." "Down to the tube, please." "We expect them at any moment." "This way, please." "It's hot, isn't it?" "Yes." "Carla?" "What?" "I wonder if you realize what it means to stand all alone on a dark corner, knowing that somewhere one person is coming towards you to help." "Yes." "It was that way the first night I stepped off the boat... in England." "It changed things." "I thought at first I could let you help without telling you the truth, but... you didn't kill him?" "No." "Not cost." "I was sentenced here in London two years ago... for murder." "What the voice said at the séance?" "Your brother told you?" "Yes." "Murderer." "Perhaps I was, if thinking of the thing for months before you do it makes you one." "Lying awake every night, thinking of it... until at last you go out and buy the drug." "I bought it to kill my wife." "She'd been ill for more than a year, slowly wasting away." "She couldn't stand the pain any longer, and the doctors couldn't help her." "We'd come all the way from a plantation in Africa, and the doctors couldn't do a thing." "She begged me then, day after day." "I got the drug for her, carried it home." "Then I couldn't go through with it." "I hid it in a drawer." "And she found it." "I didn't know until just before she died." "The pain was gone then." "She smiled... and held my hand while she fell asleep." "I sat there for hours, holding her hand, watching the clock." "Then it was dawn, and there wasn't any more pain." "The court called it a mercy killing." "Sent me to an asylum." "I wasn't mad, you see, but the law called for it." "I don't know if I was right even now." "Anyway, you know." "Yes." "It makes a difference?" "No." "I'd still like to help." "What?" "He was the one at Rennit's office." "All clear." "What time is it?" "Almost 5:00." "Did you sleep?" "I thought our friend with the fingernails might come back." "You won't need to worry where I'm taking you." "Let's leave." "Here we are." "Not a word." "No murder, no Bellane." "Nothing." "Why would the police keep it quiet?" "I don't know, but they have." "Probably want to keep me happy." "Ah, miss Hilfe." "Come in." "Come in." "I'm sorry to disturb you so early, Mr. Newland, but I had to see you." "You don't visit me often enough." "And who is this young man?" "Mr. Neale." "Mr. Newland." "How do you do?" "In trouble, eh?" "Come along." "You're very lucky, Mr. Neale, having this young lady for a friend." "She's always helping people." "You aren't Austrian." "No, British." "He has to hide." "He isn't guilty, but the police are looking for him." "Fine, fine." "The room where Maria stayed, eh?" "Do you mind?" "Not at all." "What is it?" "The psychoanalysis of nazidom, by Dr. Forrester." "That's selling very well." "Bring a copy along if you like." "Thank you." "I will." "Who is Dr. Forrester?" "He's a psychiatrist." "Getting quite famous here." "Sort of advisor to the ministry of home security." "Writes propaganda." "Interesting fellow too." "Purchases books from me now and then." "Here you are." "Customers." "Sometimes I loathe people who like to read." "Customers." "Ministry of home security." "It's a nice place to be an advisor." "The heart of Britain's defense system." "You don't think he's... he's a friend of Mrs. Bellane's." "Cost wasn't after that cake because he was hungry." "That doesn't make the doctor a spy, just because he went to a séance, any more than you or Willi." "I wonder if they're listed in your volunteers." "Oh, now the mothers of the free nations are turning into a spy ring." "Next you'll have me one." "No." "You don't look like one." "Well, you can forget it." "Willi and I have run that office for three years... and your dear old dowagers." "But Mrs. Bellane was listed." "Why not some of the others?" "Dr. Forrester, cost, newbie, miss Penteel?" "The artist?" "Was she there?" "You know her?" "I've never met her, but she has a studio in the old art center." "She auctioned off some paintings for us." "A volunteer?" "Yes." "I'm going back to the office and look through every card in our files." "Still angry?" "Of course." "A woman always hates to be wrong." "Good." "Will you have dinner with me tonight?" "I'll meet you here." "Well, Mr. Neale, you do get about." "I was just thinking the same." "Aren't you afraid of the police?" "When they're nearby, yes." "It'd be a shame if they found you there." "The building has a bad enough reputation." "Won't you come in?" "Going to hold a séance here?" "No." "The last one was quite enough for a while, thanks to you." "You don't trust me?" "No." "Where's miss Penteel?" "Shopping." "It's just as well." "You frightened her to death once already." "Won't you sit down?" "Whiskey and soda?" "Thank you." "What did you have against Mr. Cost?" "I didn't kill him, and you know it." "You're most attractive when you're lying." "I'd even enjoy hearing you say you were interested in me." "I am." "How did you know about me..." "that microphone or whatever it was?" "I always try to frighten people the first time they come to a séance." "They love it." "I never thought it would make you start shooting." "How did you know about me?" "Your trial testimony was in all the papers." "My assistants keep an excellent file on people." "They couldn't have looked me up as quickly as all that." "You'd be surprised." "You surprise me continually." "Did it ever occur to you that some women like affection even better than conversation?" "So do some men, if they're sure they're not gonna be shot any moment." "Take the bullets out of it if you want to." "I only carry it for protection." "You don't miss much." "I seem to be missing a lot today." "You're a strange person." "I tell you all my trade secrets, and still you don't trust me." "Why did you say you told fortunes at Lembridge?" "Why?" "Because I did." "I was there." "You weren't the one who told mine." "That female battleship with the moons and stars?" "That's the one." "Oh, she was some Lembridge woman." "She wanted to keep the booth open after I left and practice her palmistry." "She did, and I got the cake." "I suppose you don't know about that either." "Of course." "But how did you get it?" "What was in it?" "I don't know." "Was there supposed to be something in it?" "That's the truth." "The lady in the cake booth asked me to let her gentleman friend win it." "If someone came to me and said, "don't bother about the past; tell me the future,"" "I was to give him the correct weight." "Did you say that?" "Something like it." "That explains it." "Now are you happy?" "I've got exactly nowhere." "Neither have I." " Come in, Martha." " Police!" "Help!" "Murder!" "Police!" "Police!" "She would." "I'll keep the gun." "To remember me by?" "You might need it." "You should know." "Won't I see you again?" "Yes." "Oh, there you are." "I was worried about you last night." "That was a pasting." "I know." "I got caught in it." "What's this?" "A housecleaning?" "It's going to be." "We've been patriotically slaving for three years to help a spy ring." "What?" "Oh, nonsense." "Here." "Look at these." ""Adamson." Never heard of him. "aiken."" "Both recommended by Dr. Forrester." ""Alpock." Dr. Forrester." ""Cost." Newby, Penteel, all those at the séance." "All recommended by Dr. Forrester!" "And he works for the ministry of home security." "How did these get in our files?" "I don't know." "Get Mrs. Merrick in here." "Yes?" "Do you know how these cards got here?" "Mr. Aiken." "Oh, yes." "I remember filing him." "His name struck me as so odd." "This is one of the batches you mailed me." "I mailed you?" "Yes, from Kent, while you were on your holidays last year." "I've never seen them before." "Oh, but I'm sure, miss Hilfe." "They're just as you always send them from meetings and such." "I, uh, I may be wrong." "Thank you, Mrs. Merrick." "Oh, not at all." "They even know how we mail our cards." "They're Nazis, Willi." "I know it." "The same as they were in Austria." "It's the way they work all around you, knowing about everybody, everything, where to find you." "That night they hunted us!" "Carla!" "Not the old fear again." "We aren't there now." "But they're here in London." "You're imagining too much." "Something's going on, but you can't charge people with being Nazis... just because they belong to a charity, especially an advisor to the ministry." "The police would laugh at us." "That is what I told Stephen at first." "Stephen?" "Mr. Neale." "He's the one that thought of searching the cards, and he was right." "I'm going to show them to him." "Wait a minute." "How did you get in touch with him?" "He telephoned for you." "He's safe now." "I took him to the bookshop where I hid Maria." "I wish you hadn't done that." "Why not?" "You're helping him." "Yes, I know, but I'd rather you didn't get mixed up with him." "But why, Willi?" "You don't think he killed that man cost?" "I didn't... then." "I've checked up on him." "He was sentenced for murder two years ago." "He told me." "But it wasn't murder." "Even the court called it a mercy killing." "And you still want to help him?" "Yes." "You're not falling in love with him by any chance?" "Yes, very much." "I can go to the ministry of home security, at least try to tell them." "They'd suspect you before anyone else." "It's your organization." "You're aliens." "You can't take that chance." "We took longer chances than this in Austria." "You're not afraid?" "Yes." "Good." "So am I." "When I left Lembridge, I told Dr. Morton I was coming to London to spend a quiet life." "It's been like riding down the side of a whirlpool." "From what you say about the ministry, Willi and I are only a half turn behind you." "We'll get out of it all right, even if I have to drown some of these free mothers first." "You wouldn't object?" "No." "Someday when I get back to that quiet life," "I want to ask you if you'd be interested in it too." "Willi asked me if I was falling in love with you." "And?" "I said, "yes."" "Newland's bookshop." "Oh, Dr. Forrester!" "A pleasure to hear from you, sir." "I found a set for you." "Oxford medicine by Christian." "Nineteen volumes." "Is that correct?" "Tonight?" "I don't know." "You're quite far out." "Oh, here?" "Just a moment." "Regai... court." "Flat... 29." "Has the porter a key?" "Right." "I'll have it there before blackout time." "Miss Hilfe, did you hear that?" "Yes!" "Nineteen volumes." "Are you two going out to get some dinner tonight?" "We'll drop them off for you." "Would you?" "Thank you very much." "A book is all right for mental stimulation, but if there's anything I loathe, it's struggling about the streets with great quantities of print." "You spoke of the porter." "Won't the doctor be there?" "No, he's out at his nursing home." "Has a collection of maniacs he psychoanalyzes." "It's regal court, flat 29." "The porter will let you in." "Put them anywhere, and, please, don't forget my valise." "Leather's hard to get." "All right." "Thank heaven for youth and strength." "Twenty-nine?" "Yes, sir." "Mr. Travers left orders to let you in." "Travers?" "But these are for Dr. Forrester." "You must be wrong, sir." "We haven't any Dr. Forrester." "But 29 is right, and Mr. Travers is expecting books." "We have had some incorrect names, sir, where a gentleman has a hideout from his wife." "But those gentlemen were not spending their time with books." "There you are, sir." "Thank you." "Not at all, sir." "Travers, eh?" "He needs a few books." "Nobody lives here." "No cigarettes, no personal belongings, nothing." "The line's dead." "We'll save Mr. Newland's leather and get out of this place." "Awake, eh?" "You've been hard to find, Mr. Neale." "Who was the girl?" "What girl?" "That went into the flat with you." "I was alone." "You were when we found you." "The porter saw her go in." "That's very interesting." "A mysterious girl." "I don't see her, and you don't, but the porter does." "Did you kill her too?" "You're much better at that occupation... with your bombs in suitcases." "Now it's my bomb, eh?" "Or one of your Nazi friends." "Nazis, bombs." "They shouldn't have let you out of that asylum, Mr. Neale." "We ought to have a record of all this." "I've said all I have to say." "You'll say quite a bit more before you leave here." "And just where am I?" "Scotland yard." "Where'd you think?" "Inspector?" "Stephen Neale, questioning by inspector prentice." "28-lj-14.Murder." "I didn't kill him!" "Who didn't you kill?" "Cost, at Mrs. Bellane's place." "We haven't heard about that one." "But the police were there, where we had the séance." "There's been no such murder reported." "A friend of mine saw them." "They questioned him." "What friend?" "You wouldn't know him." "They must have posed as police too." "Who?" "The people at the séance, the ones who tried to kill me." "They're enemy agents..." "Mrs. Bellane, Dr. Forrester, the psychiatrist." "Forrester?" "Not the advisor to the ministry?" "Yes!" "He telephoned Newland at his bookshop to kill me with that bomb!" "Have the doctor give him a sedative." "I'll talk to him later." "Wait." "You asked for the truth." "You listen to it." "I have all their names." "Look at the cards in my coat." "There weren't any cards in your coat." "Spies, séances." "You've been very careful not to mention George Rennit." "Rennit?" "When you're ready to tell me what you did to him, let me know." "I didn't do anything to him." "No, I didn't think so." "Of course, you didn't." "He left his office with you, wasn't seen again alive." "His body was found near Battersea bridge." "He was bludgeoned." "You are charged with his deliberate murder." "I don't know what happened to him." "I didn't know he disappeared until I got back to his office." "Well, that's better." "You were with him then." "Yes, I retained him to find out why they tried to kill me." "They were after something hidden in a cake that I won." "Cake?" "I know I sound insane." "You are without doubt." "Inspector, wait, please." "I know my record." "You can send me back to the asylum on any charge." "I don't care what you do with me." "But you can't take it on yourself to say German agents aren't working here in London." "You saw that bombed apartment." "I tell you, they did it." "I ask you for one fair chance to prove it." "Name it." "It's a long chance, but it's the only one I have." "There's a bomb crater at black moor factory near Lembridge." "I want to search around it to see if there's any trace of what was in that cake." "There was a cake." "Where was he standing?" "Here, by the corner." "Here." "Cover every bit of ground." "Here is a coat." "Or what's left of it." "The blind man's?" "Yes." "It's the piece from that gun." "Rather convenient for you to find it." "At least I was here." "It might be your gun that you used on him." "There's nothing about spies on it." "Inspector, is this anything?" "The cake box!" "Or part of it!" "Where was it?" "The edge of the crater." "A bird was pecking away at it." "Where'd he find it?" "It must be here somewhere!" "If we could sift this dirt!" "Drive over to the factory." "Get some screens and shovels." "Yes, sir." "He was ruddy well scattered about." "That does it, sir." "Satisfied?" "Pack up." "Very good, sir." "I never used to like birds." "What is it?" "Drawings or something." "We'll ask the ministry." "Watkins." "Turn it off." "I don't know how they could have been photographed." "I assume full responsibility." "They've only been out :" "For the Saturday conference and yesterday." "They would have killed more than one man to recover these, Mr. Neale." "They're the new embarkation plans on our channel minefields." "We've been a great help." "Mr. Neale can identify some of them, sir." "With your permission, I'll get along with arresting them." "They might still have prints." "I doubt it." "Or they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to recover the negative." "I don't think we can take it for granted that the charts are safe." "I don't either." "I think someone came here and photographed them again yesterday." "You said they were out of the vault again?" "Yes." "This Dr. Forrester?" "He hasn't been here for two weeks." "He's done splendid work for the ministry, inspector." "Hard to believe he's involved." "Perhaps not, sir." "Were any of his friends here both days?" "Not that I know of." "That tailor he recommended was here again yesterday." "Measured Parkins for a suit." "Mr. Travers?" "May I speak, sir?" "Surely." "Someone named Travers leased that apartment where inspector prentice found me." "Could you tell me his firm, sir?" "Travers  Brathwaite." "May I use your phone?" "Thank you, sir." "Would you get me Travers  Brathwaite, tailors?" "Are you there?" "This is Mr. Pauling." "Would it be possible to be measured for a suit this afternoon?" "5:30?" "I'll be there." "Thank you." "With your permission, sir." "Mrs. Bellane, 209 Campden lane." "Miss Penteel, old art center." "She keeps yelping for the police every time she sees me." "Newland, Newland's bookshop." "That's all." "Bring them in." "Yes, sir." "Why are you protecting that girl?" "There wasn't any girl." "And that friend you mentioned?" "I've told you everything I know that can be of help." "My friends have nothing to do with it." "I don't want them involved." "That's a fair answer." "Follow me in five minutes." "Good afternoon." "Oh, good afternoon." "What can we do for you, sir?" "I'd like to see Mr. Travers, please." "Certainly, sir." "Won't you please take a chair?" "I'll tell him you're waiting, sir." "The gentleman over there, sir." "One moment, Mr. Pauling." "Good tweeds here, Travers." "Thank you, sir." "Good afternoon, Mr. Travers." "Good afternoon." "You wish to see me, sir?" "There's no one I'd rather see." "Oh, I don't understand." "Excuse me one moment." "Hello?" "Mr. Macklin?" "This is Travers  Brathwaite." "Your suit was dispatched an hour ago, sir." "I trust in time for your journey." "Thank you very much, sir." "I felt very satisfied myself at the last fitting." "Oh, yes, sir." "I think when you've worn it once, you'll find the shoulders will settle." "No, sir, I find we'll not be able to repeat the trousers." "Oh, it isn't a matter of coupons, sir." "The manufacturers have no more of the pattern." "Personally, I have no hope, sir." "No hope at all." "Gentlemen... what is it?" "Prentice!" "He's cost, the one at the séance." "Excuse me." "That's Travers." "Travers, huh?" "Travers!" "What happened?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Is anyone there?" "Oh." "Oh." "Why didn't you deliver Mr. Macklin's suit?" "I did, just before I came here." "You must have gotten to the wrong address." "No, sir, 46 prince consort mansions, like it had on the box." "That's all right then." "Mr. Travers was quite put out." "Oh?" "Neale!" "Why, Carla said... come in here, man." "We thought you'd been killed." "Not quite." "Carla took me back to that apartment." "You disappeared." "What happened?" "Is she here?" "Yes!" "Carla!" "Finally saved up enough coupons to buy a decent suit." "Carla!" "yes?" "He isn't a ghost." "You'd better tell her." "Why did you come here?" "Why not?" "The man saved your life." "Aren't you going to thank him?" "He'll kill you!" "He's the one who tried to kill us with that bomb." "He gives the orders, not Dr. Forrester." "Tsk, tsk, tsk." "There wasn't much else to do." "You were both finding out too much, and you wouldn't stop." "It was too good a charity to lose." "And you'd kill your sister to save it?" "You killed your wife." "People do such things under the strain of necessity." "We've always been very close." "I was really happy when I found her alive." "Put your hat and coat on." "We are leaving." "Vorwarts!" "The trouble with me is I like people too much." "I liked you at first." "That's why I tried to frighten you out of London." "I was quite happy letting you hit me on the jaw." "I'm fond of that memory myself." "But you are a persistent man, Neale." "If I had known that you were going to keep on messing about, you would never have left Mrs. Bellane's alive." "Are you ready, Carla?" "Yes." "It's a pity, Neale." "You could have led a very peaceful life." "The films are sewed up in that suit, aren't they?" "Oh, yes." "Cost said the shoulders would settle." "Killing me won't get you out of England, Hilfe." "You're through." "Give me the gun, Carla." "Give me the coat." "You wouldn't shoot your brother, Carla." "Come." "They're on the stairs!" "Can you make it?" "Yes." "Come on!" "Turn out the lights down there!" "Are they coming?" "I don't know." "Give me the other magazine out of the coat." "I've always dreamed of having a church wedding." "We'll have music and flowers and a big cake." "Cake!"