Foreign Correspondent Page #5

Let's hide ourselves in the cabin.

- Full up, sir. Sorry.

- Not even a small cabin?

Not a thing.

Everybody in a hurry to get home.

I have a rather rare banknote

you might be interested in.

It's a memento,

that is if you collect rare banknotes.

It's no use, sir. I'd do it if I could,

but there just isn't a place left.

On English ships, you come up against

such an air of incorruptibility.

As a matter of fact,

I've just had a cabin returned.

Can I have your name, sir?

One cabin isn't going to do us much good.

We just can't...

I fully intended to sleep in the lounge.

I hope you didn't think I...

No, of course not. It's very kind of you.

I'll take it.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid it's too late now.

You had some doubt about taking it,

so I had to let that gentleman have it.

That's too bad. It's such a rare 5 note.

The water mark's upside down.

I think you'd have loved it.

Well, perhaps next time.

- Were you really going to tip that man 5?

- Of course.

I charge all my traveling expenses

to the office.

Corrupting an official, 5.

You're just a wee bit unscrupulous,

aren't you?

Not unscrupulous. Just in love.

- It's the same thing, I suppose.

- I beg your pardon?

I beg yours.

You see, I love you,

and I want to marry you.

I love you, and I want to marry you.

That cuts our love scene down

quite a bit, doesn't it?

- Do you mind?

- Not at all. It's made a new man of me.

I hope not entirely new.

It took me some time

to get used to the first man you were.

To be perfectly frank with you,

I expected a little more argument.

I'm really left with quite a few things

I very much wanted to say.

Save them until after we're married.

I imagine they'll sound better then.

I've saved things to say then, too.

You were really quite sure of yourself,

werert you?

I didn't think I had a chance.

A guy's got a right to dream, hasn't he?

Evidently.

Do you think your father will understand?

I think that Father

will be delighted, frankly.

All right, sir.

- Good morning, Miss Carol.

- Stiles, this is Mr. Haverstock.

- Is Father up yet?

- Yes, miss. He's having breakfast.

Come on.

- Hello, Father.

- What on earth are you doing in London?

Mr. Haverstock brought me back

on the boat.

- You're not ill? You look healthy.

- I'm fine. It's Mr. Haverstock.

I hope you don't mind my barging in.

On the contrary, I'm delighted to see you.

You cover a lot of territory, don't you?

You didn't even wire me.

For that I hope

your trip was uncomfortable.

It wasrt so bad.

The boat was crowded, we couldn't get

any cabins, but we slept on the deck.

Monsieur Krug, how nice to see you again.

But you haven't met

Mr. Haverstock, Monsieur Krug.

Monsieur Krug is a member

of the Baruvian embassy staff.

Sit down, Haverstock. Have breakfast.

I should tidy up, but I'm simply starved.

So you were in Amsterdam

yesterday, Mr. Haverstock.

Poor Van Meer.

His death is a personal loss.

Of all people, why Van Meer?

You can't ask why with assassins.

There's no logic in killing.

We can't spare such men

in a world like ours.

Did you by any chance

meet him, Mr. Haverstock?

- Not formally, but I saw him die.

- Horrible.

As a matter of fact, I chased the man

that shot him, and almost caught him.

Mr. Haverstock is a newspaperman.

That'd be quite a coup...

bringing in your first story

wrapped around an assassin.

I think I shall have to be

getting along now, Mr. Fisher.

Shall we write the peace petition now

or leave it for later?

We may as well do it straightaway,

in the study. Excuse us.

Father, could I speak to you for a moment?

It's terribly important.

This won't take a moment.

Meanwhile, see if you can interest

Mr. Haverstock in some eggs and bacon.

Mr. Fisher. What's that man doing here?

Why, it's Monsieur Krug.

- Van Meer isn't dead.

- I just read...

That was his double that was shot.

Van Meer was kidnapped. I talked to him.

What has Monsieur Krug to do with it?

Remember my description

of the man in the mill?

You mean the sweater. Of course.

That's impossible.

We've known Monsieur Krug...

Krug brought Van Meer here last night.

He's in England. They're hiding him.

- You're positive?

- Of course.

I was as close to Krug as I am to you now.

It'd be terrible if we made a mistake.

But we can't allow him to...

Leave it to me.

I don't want to be inospitable,

but leave my house.

Mr. Haverstock will suggest

that I turn you over to the police.

Mr. Haverstock seems to be

something of a troublemaker.

You said he'd been taken care of

by our agents in Amsterdam.

I thought so, too. I don't understand it.

Unless, perhaps,

Miss Fisher's being with him...

may have caused complications.

It would've been ideal

if she'd been in our confidences.

- Please leave my daughter out of it.

- I beg your pardon.

Most unfortunate, his coming here.

I've never had to cope with this

sort of thing before, thanks to you, Krug.

Someone has to take care

of the sordid details.

This is close to home.

In fact, it is my home.

After all, I'm only a politician. In a sense.

And politicians aren't usually

called upon to...

do away with their guests, are they?

Quiet, boy.

Not in the house. No, sir.

But I have an idea.

- Do you remember Rowley?

- Rowley?

Yes. The little man that used to work

at your father's stables in Austria.

I seem to recall he was present

when a mutual friend of ours...

accidentally fell off

the high bridge at Bern.

He's retired now.

Lives somewhere in Clapham,

here in London.

If Mr. Haverstock could be induced...

to hire him in the capacity

of a private detective.

What for?

You should warn him

that it's very dangerous for him...

to go about London

with the knowledge that he has.

Yes, I see.

You use the English language

with great delicacy.

Thank you, sir.

I shall look Mr. Rowley up at once

and give him his instructions.

You mustrt. It would be too dangerous.

What do we do now, call Scotland Yard?

I thought it best to send

Monsieur Krug away.

You let him get away? Listen...

If what you say is true...

then it's important not to rouse

Krug's suspicions.

- Van Meer will be killed.

- Dead or alive, it's a story.

Johnny, father's right.

- Okay. I'll cable them what I've got.

- I wouldn't, if I were you.

Van Meer's life may depend on

our keeping this quiet a few hours.

Keep it quiet?

A famous diplomat's kidnapped right

under my eyes and I muzzle myself?

I'm sorry, but this is a story

with facts in it.

This is the kind of story I'm here to get,

the kind America's waiting for.

It'll be a bigger story if you can

wait a few hours...

until we find Van Meer and discover

what's behind this curious business.

I know what's behind it.

I don't mean who is behind it.

I mean the why of it.

Would you get me

all my correspondence with Krug?

Do what Father says.

It'll be best for you and Mr. Van Meer.

Okay. I'll wait.

I'm worried about you, Mr. Haverstock.

I'm worried about myself.

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