23 Paces to Baker Street Page #3

Maybe it's on that tape?

"I don't want anything to do with it, Mr.

Evans. I don't like the sound of it."

"Oh, you'll like the money, alright.

And it'll be more than this last job."

Miss Lennox, I put it to you.

Here's a conversation

that might have meant

almost anything...

between two people who might have been

almost anybody. Where can I go from that?

Well it's Mr. Hannon, I'm thinking of,

Inspector.

You see, this is the first real thing

that's brought him to life in a long time.

The question is, how real is this?

It's very important to Mr. Hannon.

Miss Lennox, I understand your concern,

and I sympathize...

but what you need is a psychiatrist,

not a police officer.

Well, yes, you're right,

Inspector, and I have

no business taking up

your time like this.

But I, well I thought if you could

call him up and tell him...

Tell him what?

Well, that you were interested,

and that you were working on it.

Miss Lennox, I give you my word

that If anything comes of this, or

even looks like coming out of it,

I'll get on to Mr. Hannon at once.

And be pleased to.

Thank you.

"And then you will take the

money and forget it.

But it's dirty somehow, and

people are trusting you."

"Would you like me to say a little prayer?"

"You promised when I went to

his Lordship, that was the last thing."

Jean?

Yes, Phil?

Well did they see you?

Right away.

Are they getting anywhere?

Oh they're working like demons!

They've been interviewing the

barmaid and checking to see

if they have anyone like

Evans in they're records...

and they've got a man

watching The Eagle just

in case those two should

come back there...

and they've got another man...

Bravo! An excellent

performance, but you know

perfectly well, they're

not doing a thing.

They've just filed it

under "C" for crackpot.

Bob, is 73 a bus or a tram?

A bus.

Where does it go?

Oh a long way. I can't remember

where it ends, but it goes

along Oxford St down Park

Lane and along Knightsbridge.

Phil? She was going back

to her job, wasn't she?

That's what she said.

And her job was with somebody with a title?

A peer, because of "His Lordship".

Not a Knight or a Baronette.

And "Her Ladyship" was going to a concert.

That's right.

How many lords are there Bob?

- Including or excluding the Irish period?

- I don't care.

I don't know.

Well how ever many there are,

there can't be so many that live

in London, on one particular bus route

and have children of nursery age.

And wives who went to

a concert last night.

Bob, there's a book for

lords, isn't there?

There's Burke's Peerage,

Baronetage and Knightage

of the United Kingdom.

We've got one here.

Oh, here's one -

Baron Yalding of Hayle, H-A-Y-L-E.

Two sons, one daughter.

Heir, born 1949.

Address -

46 Link Court, Knightsbridge.

Telephone, Avenue 7473.

Well, I think that's all the possibles.

Well there's a Baron Zwemmer

in Park Lane but I don't think

he's got any young

children of nursery age.

Well how old is he?

78, and never been married. Still...

Well, I think we can safely leave him out.

How many?

Twenty.

Ok.

Well now what we want is one whose wife went to a concert.

Let's start calling them up.

We can't now.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

And I don't know about you

two, but I'm exhausted.

I'm sorry. You must be.

I wasn't thinking.

Bob, call Miss Lennox a taxi, would you?

Certainly.

Phil, is it alright if

I come back tomorrow?

I really am interested.

Sure. Bob and I will start on these

phone calls first thing in the morning.

I'll see you then.

Good.

Well, good night.

Good night, Jean.

Thanks for your help.

That's alright.

No, I'm afraid Your Ladyship

is misunderstanding me.

I am not giving a concert.

I mean, I couldn't.

It's just that I understood that

you went to a concert on Tuesday.

Oh, I see.

I must have been misinformed.

I'm sorry I bothered you,

Your Ladyship.

No go. She says she

never goes to concerts.

She doesn't sound sound the

slightest bit musical.

Sobey.

Hello? Can I speak to Lady Sobey, please?

I'm speaking for...

Oh, oh really?

I didn't know Th... yes, I see.

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

Deceased.

Before or after the concert?

Two months ago.

Alright, how many's that?

Seventeen. Next, Lady Syrett.

You stay with the phone,

I'll get the door.

Mayfair...

one... two... oh... oh...

- We're making the calls now.

- Oh good.

Hello? Could I speak to

Lady Syrett, please.

I'm speaking

for Mr. Phillip Hannon.

Yes.

Hello? Lady Syrett?

Good afternoon, Your Ladyship.

I tried to get you on Tuesday evening

but I believe you were at a concert.

You were? I see!

I'm speaking for Mr. Phillip Hannon,

the playwright.

Yes, that's the one. Mr.

Hannon wonders whether

if he could come over

and see you sometime.

There's a small matter on

which he wanted your help.

- Some more tea?

- No thank you.

Another cake?

No thank you.

I can't tell you how

exciting it is for me,

having a famous playwright

here for tea with me.

Especially as I've been

trying desperately to get

tickets for your play, but

I've had no luck at all.

Well if you'll allow me Lady

Syrett, I'll be happy to leave

my tickets for you at the box

office any night you say.

Oh that is kind of you Mr.

Hannon, and I do appreciate it.

Lady Syrett, you must think this very odd,

our asking to come to see you like this.

Oh, don't give it a thought. If one couldn't

look forward to odd things happening...

no one would want to get up

in the mornings at all, would they?

No, I suppose not. But...

But you see this is kind of...

Oh, just one thing. Could you possibly

make it 4 tickets for this Saturday?

Oh yes, of course. Make

a note of that, Bob.

We're dining with some old friends

of my husbands, the Belmont's that

are a frightfully dreary couple.

They're Bird-watchers, you know.

Of course I don't mind them watching,

but they talk about it endlessly.

And it just occurred to me that it would be

a marvelous way to get through the evening.

Oh, now, where were we?

I was about to ask you a question.

Oh yes, please. Please do.

Well, it's a very small matter,

but some friends of mine heard

that your children's nurse...

oh, I've forgotten her name...

Janet Murch.

That's it, Janet Murch,

that she might be leaving.

My friends understood

she's a very good nurse.

Oh she is perfectly marvelous.

That's why I'm so annoyed with her.

Pardon me, Lady Syrett? I got

lost in there somewhere.

Oh it's quite simple really.

You see these are

not my children, they're

my Grandchildren.

So Miss Murch walking out on me

like this just has me at my wits' end.

Did Janet Murch give you

any reason for leaving?

Yes, indeed. She just took

another position if you please.

She said she was starting on the tenth.

I called the agency

that sent her to me and

complained bitterly, but

I got no satisfaction.

Which agency?

The Unity Domestic Bureau.

Well, thank you Lady Syrett,

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