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How'd you manage it?

Cable back the government handouts

and sign them...

"Our London correspondent."

- What's yours?

- Scotch and soda, please.

Miss?

Miss, please.

- Scotch and soda, and a glass of milk.

- A glass of milk?

I'm on the wagon. I went to the doctor

today about these jitters I got...

and he said it was the wagon for a month

or a whole new set of organs.

I can't afford a whole new set of organs.

If I'd known you're on the wagon,

I could have got along without this.

But as long as it's here...

Good luck.

Good?

- Yeah, just like any other Scotch and soda.

- That's what I thought.

Doesrt taste the way it did

when I was a baby. That's got poison in it.

Speaking of that, I've got some pills

I got to take.

Here's some cables that have been

coming over from New York.

They love to cable. It makes them think

you're working for them.

There's an invitation to that lunch

for the Dutchman Van Meer tomorrow.

I guess that's your dish.

This is given by the Universal Peace Party.

That's Fisher's organization, right?

I don't know.

I don't follow those things very much.

New York wants it, I send it.

That's the secret of being a correspondent.

Been doing it 25 years.

Twenty-five years, and I end up on milk.

Good morning. How's the water wagon?

Look at that.

One of them shook off this morning.

I'm just on my way

to the Van Meer luncheon.

I'm lunching with old man Clark.

He's the International Press...

Here you are. I didn't know whether

to meet you in the grill or upstairs.

Goodbye, Stebbins. Goodbye, Miss Clark.

Who's he calling Clark? He's got his nerve.

Some fresh American reporter.

Good morning, Mr. Van Meer.

I beg your pardon, sir.

You are Mr. Van Meer, aren't you?

That's my name, yes.

I'm Haverstock. You don't know me.

I'm an American.

And I just happen to be

on my way to your luncheon.

- Then, perhaps...

- That's very kind of you, sir...

Come, come. It's all in a good cause.

Savoy Hotel.

- This is very kind of you.

- It's a pleasure, my boy.

I dislike riding alone.

One thinks too much while riding alone.

Yes, exactly. The Polish situation,

and the Dutch treaty with the Belgians...

must be on your mind

quite a lot these days.

What do you feel

that England will do in case the Nazis...

England is so beautiful.

It's nice to see London in the sunshine.

Always there's lots of rain or fog.

Also it is August.

I found out it was August.

That's pretty good for me.

Would you mind telling me...

how you feel about Mr. Fisher

and his Peace Organization?

You know Mr. Fisher?

A very fine man. And a good man.

I wish there were more like him

in the world just now.

I take it you don't think

there's much hope for peace?

I mean, you don't think

one little peace organization...

can make much headway

against the European war panic?

I would like to think so.

Look at those birds.

No matter how big the city,

there must always be parks...

and places for the birds to live.

I was walking

through the park this morning...

and I saw several people feeding the birds.

It's a good sign at a time like this.

Is it not?

Yes, it's a dandy sign...

but I do think that right now

birds are the least of our problems.

Your country, for instance.

What's its attitude toward these matters?

We're now near the Savoy.

- How much?

- A shilling.

That's fine.

By the way, young man,

what newspaper do you represent?

As a matter of fact,

I'm not exactly a reporter...

but I was trying to get you to talk.

I didn't want bird talk either.

I gathered that.

Just what was it

that you were trying to get me to tell you?

I'm trying to find out what you know

about the possibility of a general war.

How do you really feel about it?

My boy, I feel very old and sad...

and helpless.

I did have one.

The last news from Poland

was very alarming.

- Nobody wants a war...

- Then we don't have to have it.

You must understand, often circumstances

over which we've no control...

Yes, those convenient circumstances

over which we have no control.

It's always odd,

but they usually bring on a war.

You never hear of circumstances

over which we've no control...

rushing us into peace, do you?

Very determined woman, my daughter.

Come on. Let's go and see

if you can pick a fight somewhere else.

- Good for you.

- Wasrt he a bore?

Many won'thy people are, bless them.

How do you like to be fishing in Ireland

right now?

We haven't had a good sail

or swim together in months.

Not even a game of cribbage. Miss them?

There's the Admiral.

He has a weakness for you.

Go on. Do your stuff.

Here you are. The Jones that became

a Haverstock. Have a good trip?

Still wish you were Richard Harding Davis.

- So do I, sir. Anything except...

- Hello.

Mrs. Appleby, meet Huntley Haverstock,

Special Correspondent, New York Globe.

- Foreign correspondent? Not really.

- Cross my heart.

You look such a dear, sweet boy.

You don't seem a bit like the others.

But I'm sure you're marvelous at it.

Do you know a friend of mine,

Monte Rockingham?

He's in the embassy at Istanbul.

Or is it Honolulu?

Do help me with this

distinguished-looking gentleman here.

I can't make any headway with him,

but I'm sure he speaks some language.

I haven't the least idea who he is...

but there's nobody here

who isn't internationally important.

- This is Mr. Haver...

- Stock.

No English?

Try German.

Splendid. What else do you know?

- Only pig Latin.

- Pig Latin.

Here we are. This will do it.

Now we're getting somewhere.

The universal language.

Dear Maharajah.

Well, they come in pairs.

If you speak English,

give me a hand with the laughing Latvian.

- What's his racket? What's he talking?

- Latvian.

No kidding. I didn't know

the Lats had a language.

I thought they just rubbed noses.

- You mean you actually speak Latvian?

- Just enough to get about.

What does just enough to get about

consist of in Latvian?

I don't think you'd have any trouble.

Be a comfort to know when I get to Latvia.

You think there's a chance

of you getting to Latvia soon?

Never can tell in my racket.

I suppose you've guessed

I'm a foreign correspondent.

Are you? That's nice.

I see you're taking notes.

Are you covering this affair, too?

I sort of work here.

Publicity? You're just the one

I'm looking for.

We've got to go in a secret conference

right away.

Me? Excuse me.

I beg your pardon, sir.

I have a Latvian friend here...

who's particularly interested

in the origin of the kilt.

I wonder if you'd be interested

in talking to him. He's a lovely fellow.

It's a most amazing story.

You see, the Greeks, in the early period,

they used to wear a kilt.

Now, what is this big secret conference

all about?

It's no secret as far as I'm concerned.

However, I'll let you in on that later.

Since you're handling publicity here,

give me a line on what it's about...

this league for peace and understanding.

Just what is it you'd like to know?

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