Dressed to Kill Page #4

Come along, Holmes,

get her on the chair here.

Shh.

It's all right, my dear.

There, there, there.

Now don't worry.

It's all over.

There you are, dear.

Don't cry anymore.

She tied me up and

shut me in the cupboard.

I know, I know.

She won't come back.

Did you show her

your new musical box?

Yes. She said she

wanted to hear it play

- and as soon as I showed it to her she

grabbed a hold... - I know. I know now.

Now don't worry, we'll buy

you a new musical box.

Yes, my dear,

the best one in London.

Watson.

Oh, what a fool,

what a fool I've been.

What do you mean, Holmes?

She took the musical box

out of this house

in that market basket

right under our very noses.

Why would the Kilgour charwoman

want to take the music box?

She isn't the

Kilgour charwoman

she's a consummate actress.

An extremely clever, unscrupulous

woman who will stop at nothing.

Take care of the child,

will you, old fellow,

till her parents get back.

- Explain everything to them.

- Of course I will.

But Holmes,

where are you going?

Somewhere, somehow

I must get to the young lady who

bought that third musical box

before our opponents

find her.

I only hope that

I won't be too late.

Now, now, now, darling

you mustn't cry anymore.

Cheer up.

Would you... would you

like to hear old uncle

make a noise like a duck?

Oh, sorry. Huh.

Now, ladies and gentlemen

how much am I offered

for this beautiful laced

Dresden china figurine?

A lady of the

French court.

Now this is the

genuine article.

What a beautiful ornament

for your mantelpiece

as a centerpiece on

the dining room table.

Now will somebody

start me for ten pounds?

Will somebody start me

for ten pounds?

Eight pounds?

Seven pounds?

All right five.

Five pounds is offered.

Five pounds is offered.

Five pounds is offered.

Five pounds ten.

Five pounds fifteen,

five pounds fifteen.

Six pounds is offered.

Six pounds, six pounds,

going once, going twice,

the third and the last call

we're all done.

Sold to the lady from

Trikland for six pounds.

Next we have a real museum

piece ladies and gentlemen.

A fine nineteenth century doll.

The costume, an exact replica

of the holiday clothes worn

by the Hungarian

peasant women.

Now ladies and gentlemen,

an article like this would cost him fifteen

to twenty pounds in a west end shop.

I'm not going to ask

for anything like that.

Who will give me

two pounds for it?

Two pounds, anybody

offer me two pounds?

Two pounds,

for the Hungarian, two...

One pound?

Will anybody give

me one pound?

Anybody offer me

one pound for the doll?

One pound is offered, ladies and

gentlemen. One pound is offered.

Now I'm not going to waste

your valuable time or mine

in trying to get one half of what

this beautiful doll is worth.

If the young lady can steal it for

one pound that's her good fortune.

So, it's going once,

it's going twice,

the third and last call,

anymore?

Sold to the young lady

for one pound.

Now, ladies and gentlemen

may I draw your attention

to something, which may be,

a great surprise to you,

worthy of any collection.

The only other one like it

is in the British museum.

It's a Ming vase of

the seventh dynasty.

This vase lay in

a large collection

somewhere outside Rome for over

two centuries I understand.

It was just discovered there

by the noted antiquarian

Sir Andrew Copperstone.

Now, some of you may remember

Sir Andrew Copperstone.

Besides being a world

traveled antiquarian

he's also a gentleman writer.

The girl with the parcel

in her hands, that's her.

Are you sure

that's the girl?

She fits perfectly the

auctioneer's description.

Follow her, Hamid.

It's lovely, dear.

And only one pound.

We can get at least

three for it.

Easily.

I'll go make some tea.

- I could do with a cup.

- Right.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

I'm looking for

a birthday gift

for a seven-year-old girl.

What would you suggest?

We have some lovely dolls.

- Now this Hungarian...

- I think she has enough dolls already.

Books are always welcome.

Well, I'm looking for

something a little different.

Well, that's rather cute,

what is it?

Oh, that's a musical box.

Children always love them

and this is an

exceptionally nice one.

It plays many tunes.

- Have you any others?

- Yes.

If you'll just step this way.

I have only two left.

How nice.

Are you sure

this is all you have?

I'm sorry

they're rather hard to find,

you know.

That's our entire allotment.

I did have one other but I sold it

earlier this afternoon.

But it was only a

plain wooden one.

It wouldn't have been a

very nice gift for a child.

Really?

Do you happen to know

who the purchaser was?

Why yes, he left his card

just in case anyone

should inquire for him.

How interesting.

I'm sorry but I'm afraid I'll

have to look a bit further.

Thank you anyway.

Good afternoon.

Thank you.

Cabbie.

- Follow that cab.

- Here now, what?

- Scotland Yard.

- Hop in.

Sherlock Holmes,

I might have known.

We thought we

were the hunters

instead of which

we're the hunted.

We've been fooled. We played

right into his hands.

Of course,

he's had us followed.

Don't look.

The man in front

of the toyshop.

Hamid, turn sharp right at the next

corner and again at the next.

No photograph of her,

commissioner,

as I expected.

She's not a known criminal.

But how are you expect to

know her if you do find her?

After all she was disguised

as a charwoman.

Don't worry, old fellow

If I ever see her again

I'll recognize her.

Well, it won't be long till

we know who they are

and from where they operate.

Who's covering them?

Sergeant Thompson

is following them, sir.

They won't get away from

him, he's a good man.

He could have arrested them at Kibbutz's

Toy Shop if we had any proof.

But we know that they

killed Emery.

Proof, my dear fellow,

we must have proof.

We have x-rayed it, sir. There's

nothing whatever concealed in the box.

We'll have a look

at the plates.

There must be some clue

and it's probably so obvious

that we've all overlooked it.

Seems to me were up against

a bunch of lunatics.

Not lunatics,

my dear fellow,

extremely astute,

cold-blooded murderers.

Well, what can these

little musical boxes

have in them

that's so important?

Don't forget they were

made in Dartmoor Prison.

Why you can smuggle stuff

into prison but not out.

Do you want us to break

the box apart, sir,

to see if there's anything

the x-ray hasn't caught?

No, not yet.

Do you mind if I take it?

- Certainly.

- Thanks.

The governor of Dartmoor

Prison informed us, sir,

in answer to

Mr. Holmes' question

that all three musical boxes

were made by the same convict,

John Davidson,

serving a 7-year term, sir.

- Davidson?

- The Bank of England plates.

- That will be all.

- Yes, sir.

Now were getting

somewhere.

Wait a minute

how did you know about

the plates, Mr. Holmes?

I'm a student of crime,

Inspector.

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