The Saint's Vacation

-I say, are you sure we've got everything?

-I think so, sir.

-Hot water bottle in case it's cold?

-Yes, sir.

-Sun lotion in case it's hot?

-Yes, sir.

-And pills?

-In the small case with your other medicine, sir. TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello?

Yes, this is Mr Hayward speaking.

I'm not making ANY statements. I don't know anything about Simon Templar!

He said he'd be here at 11.30. We shall never make it.

-What does yours say?

-Half a minute, sir.

-There he is.

-DOOR BUZZES

-Get all those things.

-Very good.

-Mr Hayward?

-Yes.

-We just wanted a word with you about The Saint.

-I don't know anything.

-But he's staying here, isn't he?

-I told you I don't know anything about him!

-Are you going abroad?

If you don't go away, I'll call the police!

-Well, that's finished it.

-Hello, Monty.

-How did you get in?

-The ordinary way - up the fire escape.

-I nearly had a heart attack thinking you weren't coming.

-Relax.

-You said you'd be here at 11.30.

-Listen. Right on time.

-CLOCK CHIMES

-How will you get out without them seeing you?

-They'll follow you.

-Oh.

-Then we'll meet on the boat?

-Yes.

-There will be more of them at Dover.

Stop worrying and leave all that to me. It's time you got started.

-Remember, this is a holiday - we're not going to get mixed up in anything.

-Understood. Get a move on.

Hello, Simon here. It's all set.

Bring the car round right away.

SHIP'S WHISTLE BLOWS

-Hi, Frank.

-Oh, hello.

-What do you know?

-What about?

-The Saint, for instance.

-He's going on a vacation.

-My editor doesn't believe it.

-Who does?

-If he's catching this boat, he's onto something.

-Sure, but what is it?

-Look.

-Hi.

-Hello.

-Oh, hello.

-Are you boys down here on something special?

-No, no.

-Have you seen him? Has he got on board?

-Who's "he"?

-The Saint - he's catching this boat.

-Oh, is he?

-Yes, I know he is and I'm here to get the story.

-She's here to get the story(!)

-Look, there he is!

-Where?

-Past that bunch of sailors.

-Let's go!

Forget it. They'll be back.

-Monty!

-Oh, hello.

-You're just the man I want to see.

-Sorry, I'm catching this boat.

-Tell me where Simon Templar is.

-He's not coming here... I mean, how should

-I

-know?

-You should know.

-Why?

-My paper want the story and I must get it.

-There isn't any story!

-Excuse me, I must go!

-But, listen...

-Did you see him?

-Uh...no.

That's funny, neither did we. I wonder what happened to him.

I guess he said Dover and went to Folkestone.

-FRENCH ACCENT:

-You look very distressed, my friend.

That's right, Monty. Never speak to strangers on boats.

Well, I'll be... Thank heavens you made it!

Well, our holiday begins right here.

-Who's the guy with him?

-Monty Hayward, the double-crosser!

No, madame. Mr Templar left this hotel some days ago.

-Can I get a taxi to the Hotel Regina?

-Round the corner, miss.

-Thank you.

-Mr Templar? Yes, he's here. Room 14.

-SHE RINGS BELL

-Oh, never mind. Can I have a room, please?

-Certainly.

Number 17.

Are you a friend of Mr Templar's?

-Well, yes, in a way.

-Mm-hm... number 17.

-Go back, go back, quickly!

-What's the matter?

-That girl over there...

Take it easy, Monty. What girl?

-The newspaper woman I was telling you about.

-Where?

-By the stairs.

Is she a friend of yours?

No... Well, at least I know her.

-She thinks you're up to something.

-You have to convince her I'm not.

-Me?!

-Yes.

-How?

-Any how.

Fascinate her. Sweep her off her feet.

Well, I... I'll try.

A whisky and soda, please.

Why, Mary!

-Well, I am glad to see you?

-Are you? I can't tell you how glad I am to see you.

-Shall we sit down?

Yes, let's.

-I was sorry we weren't able to finish our conversation at Dover.

-What was that about?

-Simon Templar, remember

-You didn't know anything about him.

-That was quite true.

-A second later, you met him on the boat.

-Yes, that was a sort of coincidence.

-Oh, I see.

-I thought you'd come here together.

-Oh, good heavens, no!

That's funny.

-The management of this hotel are under the impression that's he's in room 14.

-Oh.

All right, he was here but he's gone.

Now, you really must believe me.

-May I join you?

-Please do.

-Well, if Monty isn't going to introduce us, my name is...

-Simon Templar. Mary Langdon.

-You aren't a detective?

-No.

-She's worse - she's a newspaper woman.

-Not the one you...?

-Oh, I see.

-She has an absurd idea that we're here for some sinister reason.

-I merely want a better story than the one about the holiday.

-Miss Langdon...

-Mary will do.

-Mary, by all means, but there's still no story.

-Please be honest.

So much depends on this one. If I don't get a story, well...

-I'm through.

-Well, I'm terribly sorry,

-but we're here on a vacation. Why don't you just enjoy yourself?

-Can't you rake up some trouble?

-I don't mean anything drastic...

-We won't get involved in trouble just to provide you with copy!

Monty - manners, please. I think Mary's going to help us enjoy our stay here.

-I think she's going to help quite a bit.

-I'll do my best.

I'll see you in a moment.

-Hello, Valerie. How are you?

-I beg your pardon?

-Templar - Simon Templar.

-I'm afraid you're mistaking me for someone else.

But surely not. Capri - you remember? Spring 1937.

I've never been to Capri in my life.

Well, apparently some people can resist his fatal charm.

-Jealous?

-That's not jealous, that's merely observation.

-She gave him the cold shoulder.

-Why didn't you bring her over?

-I tried.

-It's a pity. Three's a crowd.

-Am I supposed to be with you or Mr Templar?

-Simon will do.

-Simon, by all means.

-Excuse me.

-Simon!

-There you are - he won't take no for an answer.

-It looks as though I'm with you.

-Gregory, I'm frightened.

-How did Templar find out?

-How did the others find out? Go now, please.

Valerie.

Get the police and bring the car out.

-I say, what is all this? Talking to beautiful strangers, spying on people...

-Having a vacation?!

-You realise who that was?

-No, who?

-Hauser.

-Rudolph?! What on earth's he doing here?

-I wonder...

-Aren't you going to find out?

-No, he's not!

-We've got to get out of here quick.

-He's left in a hurry.

-Good riddance.

-What do we do?

-Nothing, unless you'd care for a walk. It's a lovely night.

-For a murder?

-Just exercise.

-I'm feeling pretty fresh.

-I believe you.

-Who is this Mr Hauser?

-He's got irons in many fires - usually big ones.

-What can he be after here?

-You can bet your life it's worthwhile.

You take this.

All right, get him and take him to my place.

Step on it, Marco.

It's lovely here - the night, the moon, everything.

-Glad you came?

-Yes, very.

-How long are you going to stay?

-It depends.

-Hello, what's that?

-What? Where?

-Shh, listen.

-Someone running.

Nothing to do with us, let's go.

-I don't think we can stand for this.

-You keep out of it!

-It's much too one-sided.

-You promised...

-See you.

Let's get out of this.

-POLICE WHISTLES BLAST

-Monty, stay and draw their fire.

-Fire?

-Head them off in that wood.

I don't see why I should be the one...

In there, that's the one.

Quietly, now.

Close the curtains.

-Well, we made it.

-Is he badly hurt?

-Only a bit stunned.

This seems to be the cause of the excitement.

-As we've got so far...

-Exactly.

-This looks like an interesting gadget.

-Can you open it?

-We'll get rid of this first.

-What funny things men take on holiday.

-You're determined on that story.

-You've started one.

I've got my public to think of.

-He doesn't look much like running away.

-But it'll make him awkward to carry around.

Come on, let's get some light on this thing.

-Would you fix us a drink? There's some scotch over there.

-Yes.

-I hope it won't be empty.

-It won't be.

-The man who built this was a craftsman.

-After you've satisfied your curiosity,

-you'll hand it to the police?

-Oh, of course(!)

KNOCK ON DOOR

Open the door. Go on.

-Oh, it's you! Been having fun?

-FUN?! ..This is all your fault.

-Calm down.

-But you left me with a lot of police chasing me in the night.

-Take this.

-What's that?

-A man's vanity case. This is what the boys were after.

-It's probably full of emeralds.

-Don't open it - it's nothing to do with us! What did you do with him?

-He's in there recovering.

-You can't keep him there with all those thugs about and police.

-Well, I'll be...

-Now what?

-Those thugs WERE police, that's all.

-We've beaten up three policemen?

I think it's highly probable.

-What's the matter?

-I'm leaving.

-Leaving?

-We come here for a quiet holiday and we've beaten up police,

kidnapped a stranger and stolen a box of whatever it is. I refuse to be involved any further!

-Is he really going?

-Yes, as far as the bar.

You realise we stand an excellent chance of going to jail for a couple of years?

Well, you can't expect to have your fun for nothing.

Are you giving up?

Little Grumpy - he may be able to save us a lot of trouble.

-Odd. I thought we shut that window.

-We did.

Simon!

-You better get out of here.

-I'm all right.

-Please, take a drink.

-We seem to have stepped into something.

-Yes, and we're stepping rapidly out again. It's too hot.

-What do we do with that?

-That goes with us.

-No, it doesn't.

-Well, if it isn't my old friend Rudolph.

-That's right.

-You'll forgive my coming in unannounced.

-Nice to see you again.

-Sorry - Mr Hauser, Miss Mary Langdon.

-How do you do?

-How do you do?

-What can we do for you?

-I just called in to pick up that box.

-You're quite sure it's yours?

Quite.

-You wouldn't mind telling me what's in it?

-You're hardly in a position to be inquisitive.

-I don't see why not.

-After all, we found the box.

-Found it?

-HE CHUCKLES

-That's delightful.

It would be rather difficult to explain that to the police.

-Don't tell me you're on the side of the police nowadays?

-When it's convenient.

Well, you've got something to explain too, haven't you? In there.

-That's your affair, not mine.

-I shouldn't if I were you.

You disappoint me, Templar.

You used to be...so observant.

It's really awfully nice of you to recover this for me. My thanks to both of you.

I'm all right.

Stay here till you hear from me.

CAR HORN SOUNDS

HORN TOOTS

Right, bring him in.

Tell me how to open that box.

Let's finish this unpleasant business.

Are you going to open it or not?

You're pretty stubborn, aren't you? All right, my friend,

I'll open it myself. ..Get me that axe.

No! No!

Well?

I'll open it.

I see.

Wouldn't do either of us any good if it was destroyed, would it?

Let him go.

Go on, go on - don't be a fool.

What does it mean?

I don't know.

-What does it mean?!

-Just a minute!

It distresses me, Rudolph, to find you sinking to this sort of thing.

It's so mediaeval.

Now, put them up.

Higher.

-You get around pretty rapidly, don't you?

-I can keep up with you.

Templar, I owe you an apology. I underrated your determination.

I shouldn't take another chance like that, if I were you.

Get up against that wall and keep your hands up!

You two - over there.

-Do you mind me using your phone?

-No, please, make yourself at home.

Who are you working for?

For myself.

-Get me the Hotel Regina, please.

-This is all rather absurd, Templar.

You've no means of getting away from here. But if you return that box,

-I'll guarantee...

-That box belongs to me!

Hotel Regina? Mary Langdon, please.

..If it's so valuable, I will need cast iron proof of ownership before I give it to anyone.

Hello, Mary. How are you?

Now, listen carefully -

Rudolph very kindly offered me his car.

Tell Monty to check out of the hotel and meet me at the crossroads near St Gallen...

Yes, I'm all right, thanks. Get the fastest car you can find.

Reckless young idiot. No, no, wait.

He'll still make the St Gallen crossroads. Quick, open the gate.

If I know Templar, he won't be long.

How right you are, Rudolph. Drop those guns.

Here.

Thanks.

Now you can turn round.

-You're still trying to keep up with me?

-I'm way ahead of you.

-I seem to be running a hire service.

-I hope you've nothing very pressing to do.

-Templar, you're becoming rather a nuisance.

-And what do you intend doing about it?

-I was just wondering

-whether we couldn't come to some arrangement.

-What have you in mind?

Suppose we agreed to split the profits?

Say 60-40.

Aren't you being modest? I'm sure you've never taken as little as 40 before.

Hmm. That wasn't quite what I meant.

No, I think I'll go on working in my own humble way, if you don't mind.

-I shan't renew my offer.

-Naturally.

-CAR ENGINE >

Well, thanks for a most amusing evening, Rudolph.

-We must get together again sometime.

-Don't worry about that. We will.

But not as soon as you think.

GUNSHOT AND AIR HISSES

It seems that even The Saint slips up occasionally.

-What is here the trouble?

-This man held us up, as you can see.

-So?

-Give me please this gun at once.

-You fathead, don't you see...? Silence. I know you.

This man is calling himself The Saint.

-But actually he is a desperate criminal.

-I can well believe that.

-He's just stolen a small box from me. There it is.

-A pack of lies...

-Hold your tongue!

-You half-baked idiot.

I'm really greatly indebted to you, officer. You handled this magnificently.

Well, I...I remove the prisoner.

-Get in the car, you.

-(Make them come. Tell them the ownership of the box will be settled at the station.)

It is settled to my satisfaction. Get in!

-Take these blessed things off, Monty!

-Not till I get you out of trouble.

-Get the tyre changed.

I think I did that rather well.

I think you're a stinker.

-So, you were in this too?

-I had no idea he was going back on us.

-I thought he was going to get the box.

-We don't want anything more to do with it.

-I agree.

-You do?

-What's the good of an empty box?

-Empty?

-I emptied it.

-Oh, Lord!

-What's in it?

-If you unlock these, we'll have a look.

-Give me the key.

-Rudolph's got a box full of nothing?

-He forgot that when you shut a combination lock,

you have to twiddle the wheel to keep it shut. Hold your breath...

-Well, I'll be jiggered.

-What's the idea?

-I don't know. We'll see when we get to a hotel. Stop at the first one you see.

-I want these things off.

Get a move on!

-Voila, monsieur.

-Thanks.

Come on, let's take a look at it.

MUSIC BOX PLAYS TUNELESS MELODY

Well, what do you make of that?

It's ghastly. When I think of all we've been through for that ridiculous little gadget!

-All right, but listen.

-BOX PLAYS REPETITIVE MELODY

-You aren't enjoying it, are you?

-No, but I think it may grow on one.

It's dark and horrible.

-TUNE STOPS

-That's quite a surprise.

-Well, perhaps we can go to bed now that we all know we've made fools of ourselves.

-But have we,

-or have only two of us?

-Three. I'm as much in the dark as you two are.

I must have a little sleep before I start worrying about it.

-Goodnight, Simon.

-Goodnight.

BOX PLAYS REPETITIVE TUNE

MUSIC STOPS

REPETITIVE TUNE ECHOES

BELL RINGS

-Monty, are you awake?

-No.

Well, come out here quickly!

Mary, wake up and come on out.

What on earth is it? What's happened?

-Wha...?

-Look. What do you make of that?

-It's notepaper.

-Of course it is, you fool.

-What's happening?

-Look.

Those holes were made by this.

-What do they mean?

-I don't know, but I'll stake my life they mean something.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello?

Who?

If you don't mind coming up.

All right.

-Who was that?

-The girl we saw at the inn.

-Monty, you look after this.

-I'm going to have a bath.

-Take it with you. Take this -

-you may not be alone.

-I don't know how to use these things!

Remember, no-one's to go into the bathroom except over your dead body.

Dead body?!

Mary, do you mind going into your room?

-What does SHE want?

-The box, I imagine.

-I thought she didn't know you.

Perhaps it suits her now to remember.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Come in.

-I'm not disturbing you?

-Not at all. Do sit down.

-Thank you, no.

-I came to apologise for last night at the hotel. I recognised you, of course.

-Of course.

Oh, excuse me.

Did you come here just to apologise?

Not exactly. I'd like to know just what you're trying to do.

-In what connection?

-Let's stop pretending, shall we?

-Who paid you to come here?

-Is that really any concern of yours?

-Yes.

-You come blundering into my affairs, ruining all my plans. I'm entitled to know why.

-Just a moment,

-what plans have I ruined?

-I'm not here to be cross-examined.

-What I want is the box you stole from the castle.

-Very curious -

-do you know you are the third person to claim it?

-I know nothing about the others. It belongs to me.

Well, I wish I could help you.

-You're not going to give it to me?

-Well, I haven't got it.

-Then, who has?

-Oh...

Someone you've never even heard of.

If you think you can get it away from here, you're very mistaken. Make one move to take it out of this hotel,

and your life won't be worth that. CLICKS HER FINGERS

Thanks for the warning.

Allow me.

-You're going to be quite the gangster, aren't you?

-BANGING >

Sorry.

-I should think so! I don't know why you locked my door. I'm not interested in your women.

-Calm down.

-I'm in a spot.

-I hope you have to marry her.

-We've got to get this out of here, and people want to stop us.

-Better leave it here. It's not worth any more trouble.

-I'm not so sure.

-I've got it. I'll mail it to someplace across the border.

-Good, then we can forget all about it.

No, I'll address it to myself and we can pick it up again later.

This will do nicely.

You two hurry up and get dressed.

-Good morning.

-Good morning, sir.

-Could you have this mailed for me as soon as possible?

-Very good, sir.

Never mind. I think I'll mail it myself. How near is the post office?

-If you go down to the corner, it's directly across the road.

-Thank you.

-He's got it with him, all right.

-Shall I go after him?

-No.

Wait here till we see what the game is.

-I'm so sorry.

-Pardon, monsieur. Can I assist you?

-Thank you. Would you take me to the post office?

Why, certainly, monsieur! Permit me. This way.

-Attend to this gentleman, please.

-Thank you. ..I want to mail this, please.

-Templar's on the train.

-Good.

Send this telegram.

TRAIN WHISTLE HOOTS

-They're in the next coach forward. Templar's up the front, the woman's down this end.

-Uh-huh. Right.

Give them time to settle down. Keep your eyes open. We can hope they make a move.

-Hello!

-May I have a word with you?

Why, certainly. Won't you come in?

-Oh, I'm so sorry. Miss Langdon - Miss Musetti.

-How d'you do?

-Oh, and Mr Hayward.

-Can I see you alone? would you mind coming to my compartment?

Why, not at all.

Well?

D'you mind closing the door?

-So you didn't listen to the warning I gave you?

-That's right. And as you see, I'm still alive.

I'm giving you one more word of advice. Don't go on with this.

Who are you afraid for? Me or the box?

The box has been taken care of.

Go on, inside!

Get back against that wall.

No...the other way round.

Bring him in.

-Put him over there beside the other one.

-Get over there.

That's right.

Now get busy.

TRAIN WHISTLE HOOTS

All right, get on with it.

-Get Simon.

-Simon!

Darling! Darling...

I'm sorry... I let you down.

No, no, don't...

Was it Rudolph?

Yes.

-How did it happen?

-I don't know!

-He staggered in.

-We're coming to a station.

-We must get him to a hospital.

-No. No, I'll take him to my apartment.

-All right. I'll find someone to help.

-Rudolph can't get away with this! If we call the police...

-The police in this place are in his pocket.

-Suppose he's got the box?

-He may find it's not much use.

TRAIN WHISTLE HOOTS

-Got my wire?

-Yes, sir.

There's your man.

You are under arrest.

-What for?

-Murder.

-Oh, is that all(?)

-Will you swear the charge at the station later, sir?

-Certainly.

-And who am I supposed to have murdered?

-The man you carried last night into the Hotel Regina.

-They've arrested Simon!

-Arrested him?!

-Yes.

-We needn't waste any more time, officer. I can prove the case conclusively.

-I'm sure you can(!)

Not one of your more successful murders, Templar.

-I may be able to show you a better one soon.

-That is enough. Come on.

Now we've disposed of Templar, we'll do the same with the evidence.

What the devil's this?

"M Hayward."

A very pretty joke.

Wait a minute.

Ah, Mr Hayward. Mr Hayward...

-can I give you a lift?

-Er...no, no, thank you very much.

Now, I can't help feeling there's been some slight misunderstanding.

I don't want to talk to you. Let go!

Don't alarm yourself. I think if you and I got together,

-we could settle this to everybody's satisfaction.

-It has nothing to do with me. I wanted no part of it.

Now, you're too modest, Mr Hayward.

Your impersonation of a policeman last night - quite brilliant!

Monty!

-You have an Englishman here named Simon Templar. I must see him at once.

-Who are you, mademoiselle?

-I... I'm his wife.

-You have your papers, your passport?

Why, no, I-I think I've left them beh... DOOR OPENS

What is it?

HE WHISPERS

You say you are the wife of the prisoner? Yes, that's right.

When did you see him last? Why, on the train.

And you were also with him at the Hotel Regina? Yes, of course. Can I see him?

Certainly! It is VERY simple. This way, please.

Thank you.

Thank you. You're very kind. Not at all. The most simple arrest we have ever made.

DOOR THUDS

-Does he mean I'm arrested too?

-That seems to be the idea.

-What happened to Valerie?

-We took Gregory to her flat.

-I heard her say something about leaving at once for England.

-Yes...

-You sound as if you expected that.

-I did. It's a pity.

-Why?

-Well, they may make a mess of things.

-By the way, where's Monty?

-Rudolph's got him.

-What about the bag?

-What bag?

-Monty's little travelling bag. Did he have it with him?

-Yes, I believe he did.

Ah, that's a bad break.

The box was in that bag.

-The box!

-I mailed Monty's pill box as a blind and put the real one in his bag.

-Then we're sunk.

-Up to our necks.

-LOCK RATTLES

There is a phone call for you. You may take it here.

Oh. Thanks. Excuse me.

Hello...? Oh, yes!

I just wanted you to know that your friend Mr Hayward is my...guest for the time being.

That's very kind of you, Rudolph. But after all, you've got everything you want now, haven't you?

RUDOLPH INAUDIBLE

Really? Oh, I AM sorry.

Listen, Templar, you know you're beaten. Hand it over and I may get you out.

Remember me to Monty, won't you?

Thanks very much.

-A bit of luck. Rudolph doesn't yet know he's got the box.

-Good!

-We've got to get out of here quickly.

-I've got a car outside, if we can get to it.

-Well, what are we waiting for?

Your friend Templar doesn't seem very concerned about you, Mr Hayward.

-I hope, for your own sake, you're not going to be difficult.

-I've TOLD you, I don't know where it is!

-Curious that this should have your name on it, isn't it?

-Well, I don't know how it got in the mail!

I've been looking for that everywhere.

No, I can't believe that you're as stupid as you pretend.

-You're been in on this with Templar from the start, haven't you?

-No, I haven't! As a matter of fact,

-I told him over and over to have nothing to do with it!

-You still don't know what he did with it?

-No, I don't. But if I did, I wouldn't tell you!

-So I suspected.

Sit down, Mr Hayward.

-Sit down!

-Look, you're not going to torture me, are you?

-It's up to you

-how much...persuasion we have to use.

-I can't tell you where it is if I don't know where it is!

Now, this "simple" pose is very amusing, Mr Hayward, but it doesn't get us anywhere.

I suppose, like anyone else, you're prepared to sell to the highest bidder?

-Don't be ridiculous! How can I sell it if I haven't got it?!

-Until you can remember where that box is,

I'm afraid you'll have to stay here and your friend Templar in jail.

-Perhaps they'll hang him.

-Look here, it's no use threatening me. You can't get blood out of an orange...

-a stone... Well, you can't!

-Take him next door.

-You can't hang a man for something he didn't do! I'm not as stupid as you think.

-That's impossible.

-FIRE!

-FIRE!

-THEY THUMP DOOR

FIRE!

MORE YELLS AND THUMPS

Monsieur le capitain! Vite, vite!

< THEY SHOUT AND BANG

Come on, quick!

-Ah, good afternoon. Don't be nervous. This is purely a social visit.

-We've had one of those.

-Where's your gun?

-Well, search me.

-You've got a nasty, suspicious mind, haven't you, Marco?

-Cut that stuff! What do you want?

-If Mr Hauser's at home, I'd like a word with him.

-Come inside.

-Thanks.

-You don't mind me butting in like this?

-On the contrary, I'm always pleased to see YOU.

Our police department must be going to pieces. What's on your mind?

Well, I've been thinking you've been giving me quite a bit of fun lately, Rudolph. I'd like to repay it.

-I'm not sure that I like the sound of this.

-Oh, you will.

You see, I thought it'd be a nice gesture if I were to give up the box.

I must be getting hard of hearing.

-I could've sworn you said "give up" the box.

-I did.

I'm going to tell you exactly where it is. But, of course, there'll be one or two small conditions.

I felt sure there would be.

The first is that you let Monty Hayward leave here at once.

-Well, that might be arranged...after you've told me.

-Oh, no. Before.

You agree, I'd be an awful fool to rely on YOUR word.

Thank you. So, what?

So I'll tell you exactly one hour after he's left.

-Anything else?

-Yes.

You'll telephone the police and explain that you've made a mistake in having us arrested.

-I might even do that.

-In my hearing, of course.

You think of everything, don't you?

Purely as a matter of interest, Templar, why this sudden capitulation?

Well, does that matter, so long as you've won? By the way,

-the sooner you let Monty go, the sooner you'll get your information.

-All right.

Turn Hayward loose.

Will you join me in a drink

while we wait?

No, thanks. I find other people's drinks sometimes disagree with me.

Anyone would think you didn't trust me(!)

You won't forget to telephone, will you?

You know, it mightn't be a bad idea if you and I were to form ourselves into a limited company!

The difficulty would be deciding on a chairman(!)

-Look, do you have to drive so fast? You're making me nervous.

-Calm yourself. We haven't started yet,

-and we've got to get across the frontier as soon as possible.

-What about Simon?

-He'll meet us in Paris.

-I suppose you've still got the box all right?

-What box?

-The musical box.

-Why should I have it?

-Because, my dear Monty, it was in your bag all the time.

In my bag?!

D'you mean I had this at the castle?!

-Certainly.

-I say, can't you go a little faster?

Well, I hate to hurry you - time's up.

So it is.

-Well, I'll be seeing you again some time.

-Wait a minute.

Where is it?

Oh, the box?

It's in Monty's bag.

-It's been there all the time. And by now, it ought to be on its way out of the country.

-Listen, Templar,

-you can't pull a thing like that on me.

-I've kept MY word, haven't I?

You forget that you're my prisoner here.

If it comes to that, aren't you forgetting a few things too? The murder, rifling mailbags,

wounding Gregory - and bribing the police.

No, it's all in affidavits, Rudolph, and they'll be well taken care of.

Ah.

Looks a little like game to you, doesn't it?

Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got one or two things to do.

Next time, perhaps it'll be your turn.

DOOR SHUTS

Here he comes now, boys.

And, say, just look who's with him!

-Morning, Mr Templar.

-Morning.

-We can't wait for that story.

-Sorry, boys, nothing doing.

-Listen...!

-What's the story?

-You wouldn't keep a story like this to yourself, Mary.

-YOU heard him. let me pass.

-Come on, tell your uncle.

-D'you really want it?

-You're a pal!

-Yeah, dish it out, sister.

-You'd better get tomorrow's gazette.

-Well, at least one feels safe here!

-Why, hello, Teal! What are you doing here?

-I'm taking you into custody.

-Same old Teal, same old joke.

-It's not a joke this time, Templar.

-The pair o' you had best come along, too.

-You can't arrest me!

-You're coming quietly?

-This is an outrage!

-Take them all.

-Come along.

-Look here! I refuse to be arrested!

-Come off it. The inspector isn't in the mood.

-There's our story!

-I don't know who you are, sir, but I refuse to submit to this!

-Quiet!

-Thanks for the reception, Charles.

-Nice to see you.

-I'll introduce my friends. Miss Langdon and Mr Hayward - Mr Leighton.

How d'you do? I'm most awfully sorry we had to do this, but we wanted to be sure you got here safely.

-Have you got the box?

-I think you'll find it's in order.

Good.

All right, Teal, thank you for looking after them. You won't charge them?

Until he telephoned me from Paris, I thought we might have to! But he's really been quite helpful.

Humph!

It's just a question of time, Templar.

Yes, well, don't be so cheerful(!)

Oh, by the by, I've taken the liberty of making an appointment for you all this afternoon.

The War Office is anxious to thank you.

-So am I.

-It's that woman again!

-That's right.

-The way you held on to that box was quite remarkable, Mr Hayward.

-What? Oh, that!

-Oh, er, that was nothing!

-May I ask you a question?

< Certainly. What exactly does that gadget do? < These holes...

..join up to give an electric circuit which should give us the best sound detector in the world.

..I see. May I use your telephone? < By all means. Thank you.

Temple Bar 0056.

The news editor.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid this is a story you'll have to go without.

-You mean I've got the story of a lifetime and I can't print it?!

-That's the way it goes, Mary.

-Now, I'm taking Miss Langdon out to lunch. Valerie too, if she will.

-I'd love to!

-Good! I'll see you this evening at the club.

-All right.

-I don't want lunch! I'm not hungry!

-We'll start with oysters, Chablis...

Wait - I'm hungry too! Nobody ever thinks of ME!