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that way.

Maybe when you were fixing the horn

you accidentally broke something.

I beg your pardon?

I'm a motor engineer.

I build motors, not wreck them.

Well, there's nothing I can do

without any spare parts.

- What are you going to do?

- Just leave it here and send for it tomorrow.

Will you give me a lift?

Aren't you a bit cold driving

without a coat?

I should say not.

It's beautiful, isn't It?

I'm driving a Bronson 8

A Bronson 8 I am driving...

- Comfortable?

- Yes.

Happy?

I'm glad you had your accident...

Do you think

our luggage is safe back there?

Who cares? Nothing's safe in this car.

- But...

- Don't you worry, I put yours on the bottom.

If you hear anything fall, it's my suitcase.

You have nothing to worry about.

That's fine.

You know, I really am lucky.

If I hadn't found you, I'd still be

standing in the middle of the road...

...instead of being on my way

to San Sebastin.

Is that where we're going?

- We?

- Sure. I'll drive you there.

- I am lucky.

- You're lucky?

- You mean I am, having you with me.

- Thank you.

It's just what I'd always hoped

and dreamed for my vacation.

What a vacation.

Do you know what I wish would happen?

You'd lose your suitcase.

I'd lose my suitcase.

We'd lose the car

and both be stranded here for 10 days...

...without a soul around us.

I can't help it, that's what I wish.

Look over there, that's Spain!

The birds are singing

and the sun's shining...

- And the castanets are clicking...

- And you are probably taking a cold.

- Does that really worry you?

- It does.

Why?

Do I have to answer?

No.

You know, you're really a nice girl.

A sweet girl.

Just selfish. If you get a cold,

I may get one, too, being so close to you.

You know, it's getting colder

as it gets later...

...and I might have to move a little closer

if I get chilly.

I may even put my hands in your pocket.

I am certainly not freezing,

but I guess I better get my coat on.

I'm getting gooseflesh.

I wish you would hurry.

I'll be through in a second.

Don't you like it?

Of course. But do you think

it goes with those trousers?

Sure, I had it specially

made for these pants.

Oh.

- Shall we go now?

- Yeah, just a second.

I've got a sign back here

I promised to keep clean.

It's all covered with mud.

Lucky sign. It's your mud.

Hey! Hey, wait a minute!

Hey, where did you get this?

Will you take me there?

Take me there?

Give me those, please.

- Countess de Beaupre, please.

- Whom shall I announce, sir?

- Prince Margoli.

- Very well, Your Highness.

Countess de Beaupre, please.

The Countess is expecting you.

Room 212, Your Highness.

Thank you.

Keep the change.

- How do you do, Countess?

- Your Highness.

The years change me,

but you remain as enchanting as ever.

Thank you for your words and your flowers.

It's difficult to tell them apart.

Yellow roses. You remembered.

It would have been

far more difficult to forget.

- Will you please get a vase for these?

- Very well, Countess.

- Madeleine, where are those pearis?

- I only wish I knew.

Don't lie to me. Where are they?

I told you over the telephone.

- You know I don't believe in fairy tales.

- I do.

Evidently!

Where are those pearis?

Of course you must be tired.

The journey must have been very strenuous.

Are you staying long in San Sebastin,

Your Highness?

No, no, I'm afraid I can't.

I don't think this climate is good

for my health.

The old complaint?

Yes, it has me constantly on the move.

I think I need a change of altitude myself.

Yes, I was going to suggest that, too.

Why did you wreck the car?

I couldn't help it.

They were right on my heels.

- I had to mislead them.

- It's fantastic.

You're not trying to double-cross me,

by any chance?

- Don't be vulgar.

- I'm sorry.

My close association with lawyers

has coarsened me.

Well, we'll have to get out of here tonight.

This is a fine mess,

and all this work for nothing.

No, we must get those pearis back.

Now who was this man?

An American.

Now that's a great help.

He ought to be easy to find.

There are only about 100 million Americans.

- What was his name?

- I don't know.

Good. Now, we won't be hampered

in our search by knowing his name.

- What did he look like?

- He was tall.

One more little clue like that

and we ought to have him in our hands.

- Any other distinguishing traits?

- He seemed to be a man of very good taste.

He liked me.

Didn't I tell you

never to mix love with business?

Don't be absurd, Carlos.

This man interests me as much as you do.

That should satisfy you.

I want to tell you something, Madeleine.

I think I've always behaved as a gentleman.

- And I hope you continue to do so.

- That all depends.

Do you contemplate knocking me down?

- Not exactly. But...

- But what?

His camera!

Carlos.

Yes. Yes.

A gentleman to see the Countess?

I'm sorry, the Countess is not

receiving this afternoon.

Let's see what he looks like.

Wait a minute.

Were you expecting someone today?

No.

Well, maybe that man

who wanted to speak to you was...

Yes.

Yes, yes. I was just going to ring you back.

The gentleman who wanted to see

the Countess, was he an American...

Who? A gentleman

from the police department?

It's the police.

Well, I told you, madame is not receiving.

All right, send him up.

Now let's be calm.

All we can get is five years.

No, seven. I looked it up.

Now, remember,

a slip-up now would be fatal.

Our stories have got to match.

Now, let's go over it again quickly.

- Who am I?

- You're my uncle.

- How did I get this bullet hole in my ribs?

- Battle on the Marne.

- Who was your mother?

- Grand Duchess Sandra...

- who went down on the Lusitania.

- Right.

- And your father was the Grand Duke Sergei.

- Killed by the Bolsheviks. I know it.

- Good luck, Madeleine.

- Good luck, Carlos.

- Remember.

- Your Highness.

Come in.

Do I have the pleasure

of addressing Countess de Beaupre?

Yes.

May I introduce myself? My name is Avilia,

from the San Sebastin Police Department.

- Won't you sit down?

- Thank you.

Come in.

Thank you.

- Will you excuse me for a minute?

- Certainly, Countess.

Lord Dunsmore wants us to join him

on a Mediterranean cruise.

I beg your pardon. I was so interested

in reading about this case.

You mean the one about the pearl necklace?

I don't know how it got in the papers.

It just makes it

so much more difficult for me.

The woman in the case

seems to be very clever.

Yes, but what makes it so difficult for me

is that her description varies.

It's one of those typical cases

where one has to take a chance.

Well, seor, you'll excuse me.

I have an appointment at my hairdresser's.

Now, Countess...

It's so silly, but as I told you,

I have to do my duty.

You see, this afternoon

an American arrived by plane...

...and he has made a complaint.

Oh, a fantastic story!

A woman took his car and wrecked it.

He's taken up so much of my time.

But he threatened to go

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