23 Paces to Baker Street Page #8

I think it'll come down so

that you can lie flat in it.

Anything in it?

Yes, a robe, and a pillow, and

what do you call it? A golliwog.

A what?

Golliwog. I don't think

we have them in America.

There kind of a soft

doll with a black face.

A soft doll?

Yes. It's a rather large one.

Looks new.

Inspector?

What is it Mr. Hannon?

The doll, could I please have it for

a minute?

What for?

I just want to hold it.

There won't be any

fingerprints on it.

Alright.

Oh, thank you.

Here you are.

She went into the department store,

in the toy department...

and bought something. A package

about two feet long.

Inspector!

Yes, Mr. Hannon?

If you want to find

the person that handled this last...

and handled it quite a lot.

I suggest you come with

me to 224 Stoner Street.

You mean MacDonald?

I don't know who I mean by now, but

you followed that perfume to Stoner street.

But it's an empty house.

Of course it is. If you kidnapped a child,

where would you take it? To Claridges?

Well, how about it Inspector?

Are you willing to take another

chance on one of my long shots?

If so, we'd better hurry.

Mr. Mathews, you know where this

place is, you better come with us.

Miss Lennox, will you drive Mr.

Hannon home?

Yes, of course, Inspector.

But Evans may be at that place.

You won't know him.

Mr. Hannon, if you're

right about this,

you've seen more with no eyes

than most of us with two.

But things where things might get rough,

and if they did, it's no place for you.

I'm sorry. Come on.

Well, I can't stand here all night.

Where's the car?

Straight ahead.

Hello?

We got them, Mr. Hannon.

The child's there?

Yes.

She's a bit sleepy they've given her

something, but she's quite alright.

Look, the inspector wants

to speak to you, hold on.

Well, Mr. Hannon, I congratulate you.

You were quite right.

Have you got Evans?

Well, there are two men, but we

don't know which one is Evans yet.

But one of them is an old friend

of ours called, Teapot Charlie.

He's had a good many different

names at one time or another,

and I dare say "Evans"

is one of them.

The other one answers pretty closely to the

barmaid's description of your "Mr. Murch".

Yeah, but how bout MacDonald?

"Well there is a woman, but she's

not the one Mathews followed."

Not MacDonald? Well, that's funny.

Oh, we've got the nets out for her,

shouldn't take long to pick her up.

I see. Any trouble?

"No, no they came like lambs."

Oh, then I wouldn't have been so much

in the way after all would I, Inspector?

Hello? Hello!

Inspector? Hello?

Hello? He's hung up. I'm

afraid he's still pretty sore!

Oh, there you are.

I thought I'd lost you.

Well congratulations... Not at all.

You're welcome.

Well, that appears to be that.

Did they get them?

Oh yes, yes. Inspector Grovening

and the British police

arrived in the nick of time.

Will wonders never cease?

Well, while you're sitting here in the

dark moping, I'm gonna fix myself a drink.

Help yourself, if you have

anything to drink too.

But personally, I think

I'm gonna go to bed.

Don't worry, I'll get out. Just as soon as

I finish this drink I'll be gone.

Here's to Phillip Hannon. It's no good

congratulating him on a good job.

All you get's a grunt.

It's no good wishing him happiness, because

he doesn't want it, and won't have it.

He'd rather be lonely and tragic.

It's no good wishing him luck. Because

for him, all luck must be bad luck.

So here's to Mr. Hannon, the man for whom

something must always go wrong...

or not be complete enough, so

that he can sit and mope about it!

To Mr. Hannon, who's so proud

he won't let anybody help him...

who doesn't want any help even

if it's only to cross the street.

Shall I call you a taxi? Or is there

anything else you want to say?

Well?

Well, as soon as Bob comes, I'll go.

Bob's on his way home now.

There's nothing to stay for.

No, I guess there isn't.

Goodbye, Phil.

Goodbye, Jean.

Jean?

Jean?

Bob?

Come in, Mr. Evans. We're equal now.

Not afraid of the dark, are you?

Come in, Mr. Evans.

Come in, Mr. Evans. We're equal now.

Not afraid of the dark, are you?

Come in, Mr. Evans.

Come in, Mr. Evans. Today is

the tenth. I've been expecting you.

Not afraid of the dark, are you?

"Come in, Mr. Evans. We're equal now."

"Not afraid of the dark, are you?"

"Come in, Mr. Evans."

"Come in, Mr. Evans. We're equal now.

Not afraid of the dark, are you?"

"Come in, Mr. Evans."

"Come in Mr. Evans. Today..."

"I've been expecting you."

"Not afraid of the dark, are you?"

"Come in, Mr. Evans, not afraid of the

dark, are you?"

You have to kill me Mr.

Evans, I know too much!

"Come in, Mr. Evans, come in Mr. Evans,

today is the day. We're equal now..."

"I've been expecting

you... not afraid of the

dark are you? Not afraid

of the dark are you?"

"Not afraid of the dark..." "Come in,

Mr. Evans..." "We're equal... Come in Mr. Evans."

Mr. Hannon!

Mr. Hannon!

Hannon!

Mr. Hannon!

Wait a minute, Bob!

Are you hurt, Mr. Hannon?

We heard the shots, what was it?

Was it Evans?

It was Evans alright, but I don't know.

Come here.

- It's a woman.

- It's MacDonald.

You mean that she, MacDonald

and Evans are the same?

Of course, I told you. She smelled

right, and she sounded right.

I should have thought of it long ago.

But if

But if two people go past you

and you smell perfume,

and your told one is a man,

you naturally think that the

perfume is on the other.

I thought that till 3 minutes ago

when I got hold of her slim wrist.

She's dead?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Oh, you want another cup of coffee?

No, thanks, Jean.

Phil? There's one thing I want to know.

What's that?

When you sent me away last night, did you

know that Evans was going to come here?

I didn't know. I just thought maybe.

The police were after a bunch of

kidnappers, and I was after Evans.

And Evans was after me,

not knowing how much I knew,

or how soon I would

figure it out.

Can you imagine that? Afraid of me,

not of the police - me!

And yet you sent me away.

I had to, honey. Don't you

see:
I just had to get Evans.

I couldn't go after him, so he had

to come to me. Don't you see?

Yes. But just the same,

I think you should have...

What sort of day is it? Foggy?

No. It's clear now.

Well, take me out on the roof and show me.

Come on.

Can't you lend a guy a helping hand

who can't even see?

Well, sure!

What do you see?

Well, it's just the same

as you remember it.

That's right. Just as I remember it.

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