Dial M for Murder Page #11

-O' Brien?.

Yes. He's just left the station.

Right.

Try and hang on just a little longer.

Williams, he's just left the station!

-Give me a thump if he comes this way.

-Do you have a handkerchief?.

What happens now?.

Sooner or later, he'll come back here.

As I've pinched his latchkey,

he'll try the one in the handbag.

When that doesn't fit,

he'll realize his mistake.

Put two and two together

and look under the stair carpet.

But if he doesn't do that,

all this is guesswork.

-We can't prove a thing.

-That's perfectly true.

But once he opens that door,

we shall know everything.

-What will you do then?.

-I'm to phone the home secretary.

-He's standing by for a call now.

-And Mrs. Wendice?.

Will have nothing else to fear.

-All right, Margot?.

-Yes, I'm all right.

Quiet, now, you two.

-What's he doing?.

-He's wondering why...

...that key doesn't fit.

He's going around to the back entrance.

He's stopped again.

He's looking at the handbag now.

He's trying to remember when

he put the key back in there.

Now he's given up.

I'm afraid we've had it this time.

He's going way down the street.

Hold it. He's stopped again.

He's turning round.

He's staring at the key.

Of course, that's Swan's key, isn't it?.

Now he's got it!

He's coming back fast.

He's remembered.

Well, as you said, Mark,

it might work out on paper, but....

Congratulations, inspector.

By the way....

How about you, Margot?.

Yes, I could do with something.

-Mark?.

-So could I.

I suppose you're still on duty, inspector.

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