'Pimpernel' Smith Page #6

it's that fellow there.

What's your opinion?

- I wouldn't have said so.

- Oh, have you a better suggestion?

- Yes.

Yes, I would have said he was more likely.

That man by the statue.

- You can't be serious.

Why him?

- Intuition.

- That amiable fool?

I just wasted 10 minutes talking to him.

- Well, that's what I think.

- Intuition.

- Oh, hello George.

- Hello Horace.

- I say George, can I leave now?

- My dear fellow, of course.

I hope you enjoyed yourself.

- Oddly enough I did.

Quite a pleasure to be on

British territory again.

Technically.

Oh, General.

- Excuse me, I have friends.

- Of course you have, but do you know

The Walrus and the Carpenter?

Evidently not.

- In America they'd regard

German propaganda stories

as jokes.

- They are mistaken.

In Germany we never joke.

Oh here's that terrible

fellow who's been haunting me

all evening.

He's followed me about like a shadow.

Excuse me.

Well, what do you want now?

- I want to arrest that man.

- Who?

- The man they call Bussy,

the Earl of Meadowbrook.

- Here?

In the British Embassy?

Don't be a fool.

- All the same I want.

- What are you doing with those?

- Absolutely nothing.

- Lovely trees.

- A midsummer night's dream.

- Oh, I beg your pardon.

- It's quite alright.

Now I know a balcony where

there isn't so much traffic.

- I find it quite pleasant here.

- I've been looking for

you all over the place.

Professor's just leaving.

- He would.

- Well oughtn't we to be going too?

- Scram, will you?

- My instructions are

that I am not to let you

out of my sight.

- Have a heart, please.

Stick around someplace.

- Alright, I'll wait for

you on the staircase.

- Another party?

- Oh, just getting together

with the rest of the gang

at a beer cellar.

- Of course there

wouldn't be any balconies

at a beer cellar.

- Well, no.

That is, it'd be swell of

you to come, but it's just

a dump, I don't think you'd like it.

- I bet it couldn't be any

worse than Smokey Joe's

on 6th Avenue.

- Say, do you know Smokey Joe's?

- Yes.

Don't let it go any further.

- Come on, this has

gotta be another party.

- Can I take your hat, sir?

- Thank you.

- Well well well well, still

at liberty and they say

the age of miracles is past.

- Well, you've put on weight, Dvorak.

What's the news?

- Democratic league's in trouble.

- What, again?

- And they've arrested their

Polish editor Koslowski.

- Oh, those hotheads.

- Ah, Koslowski's a great man.

- Yes, I know, but I'm not

interested in politics.

- I know, but you should be.

- Good evening, gentlemen.

- Good evening, sir.

What was the party like, sir?

- It was very instructive, Mr. Spencer.

- What'll you have?

- I think I'll have a pilsner.

- Yes sir.

- Who was that?

New waiter?

- Yes he used to be in

the telephone service.

- Really?

- He was dismissed, little

trouble with an SS man.

- Oh yes.

- Excuse me.

- All ready for tonight, sir.

- Shh, not so loud, might be a microphone

hidden under the table.

- You don't mean?

- No, Mr. Elstead, I don't mean.

We are perfectly safe here.

- Look what's just come in.

- And I wasn't allowed to bring my sister.

- Who's the girl?

- I'm sorry professor,

I did my best, but--

- But someone else did better.

I understand.

- Hi, allow me to present Professor Smith.

Prof, this is Ludmilla.

A poem from little old New York.

- How do you do?

I'd no idea you were so

interested in modern poetry,

Mr. Maxwell.

Won't you sit down?

- Yes, I'd like to--

- No, thank you very much Prof.

See you presently.

- Well gentlemen, I regret

you were unnecessarily called

to this rendezvous.

- Nothing doing tonight, sir?

- On account of Mr. Maxwell's

regrettable preoccupation

with American poetry, there

will be nothing doing tonight.

But we meet at the excavations tomorrow.

You can have my beer.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight Prof.

- After route over the Alps,

where did you go then?

No no, I'm very interested.

- Well, I'll tell you, see--

- Forgive me for interrupting,

but haven't I seen you

somewhere before?

- Sure, tonight at the Embassy.

- Of course, how silly of me.

- Well Prof if you'll

excuse us we're gonna dance.

- We've done quite enough

dancing for one night.

- Oh you should've seen her.

Why she's as light on

her feet as a butterfly

on a daffodil.

- Not a very happy simile.

When daffodils are in season,

butterflies are mere grubs.

- Oh, Prof, that's hardly complimentary.

- But scientifically accurate.

As I rather expected

the professor would be.

- Thank you.

- Could you be an angel

and get my handbag?

I must have left it in the car.

- Well I--

- Please?

- Okay.

- Well.

We seem to be alone.

- So we do.

Your friend's been telling

me all sorts of flattering

things about you.

- Has he?

I hope you didn't believe them.

- Well, I prefer to judge for myself.

- Oh, then I must be on my best behavior.

I should hate you to leave

here with the wrong impression.

- I should hate to leave

with the wrong impression.

- Naturally, naturally.

- Who's the girl?

- I don't know who she is,

he wouldn't come away without her.

- But you were with her all evening?

- But I don't know who she is.

- I looked everywhere, it isn't there.

- What isn't there?

- Her handbag.

- But it's here.

It's been there all the time.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- What a very strange man.

- A swell guy.

But vague.

- I wouldn't have said vague.

- What, going already Professor?

- Dvorak, you see my impulsive

young American friend

over there?

- I see him.

- You see the mysterious

young woman with him?

- I see her.

- Be a good fellow and investigate.

- What do you think?

- I don't think anything

but I'd like to know.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Professor.

- Thank you, sir.

- I think you've made a

mistake, this is my room.

Aren't you being rather unwise?

- I want to talk to you.

- I dare say you do but

this is neither the time

nor the place.

- Don't worry, no one saw

me come into the room.

- Then let's hope no one sees you go out.

Goodnight.

- No.

You've got to listen to me.

I am rather desperate

and I do need your help.

You may not believe a word

I say, but before I leave

this room you will believe.

- Now my dear young lady, I do wish you--

- No no please don't say

anything until you've heard me.

Do you know of a Polish

paper called Freedom?

- I am familiar with it, yes.

- Have you heard of its

editor, Sidimir Koslowski?

- Yes.

- Some weeks ago he came

to Berlin for material.

He was arrested.

- Yes, he would be.

- They put him in a concentration camp.

- They would.

- He happens to be my father.

- Hmm.

- I received a cable in

New York which I believed

was from him, begging me to come at once.

It wasn't from him, it

was from the gestapo.

They had been trying to

force him to give the names

of his journal associates,

but he wouldn't speak.

Nothing they could do

would make him speak.

So they hit on the idea of getting me over

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