Frenzy Page #9

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I'll take mine and eat it while I'm

beating my eggs for the souffl.

- Good evening, Sergeant.

- Good evening, sir.

- Am I interrupting your dinner?

- No, not at all. Come in.

- Thank you, sir.

- Put your hat and coat on the sofa.

Good evening, Sergeant Spearman.

What would you like to drink?

Good evening, madam. I don't know that I...

Oh, that's alright. You're off duty.

How about a Margarita? It's delicious.

Tequila, triple sec,

fresh lemon juice and... salt

pressed 'round the rim of the glass.

- You'll love it.

- Thank you, madam.

Sergeant Spearman, you are positively

glutinous with self-approbation.

- You might as well speak out.

- Yes, sir.

The woman behind the counter at the cafe

positively identified Rusk

from the photo I showed her

as being a man who was at the cafe

the night the body was discovered.

And that's not all.

- Are you waiting for a drumroll?

- No, sir. Sorry, sir.

The woman also said that Rusk was

dishevelled and very dusty,

and asked to borrow a clothes brush.

This is the brush she lent him, sir.

You see there?

What do you say, Spearman? Potato dust?

Here you are, Sergeant.

Cheers.

- Cheers, madam.

- Did you hear all that?

- Yes, l told you. l knew all the time.

- (Oxford) Quite.

- Get this down to the lab quickly.

- Very good, sir.

It rather looks like we put

the wrong man away this time.

What do you mean ""we""? You put him away.

- All right, Spearman, you can go.

- Good night, madam.

You haven't finished your drink.

I'm sorry. I have to get

down to the lab in a hurry.

Good night, Spearman. Good work.

- Very good work.

- Thank you, sir.

Poor Mr Blaney. You've got

to get him out, Tim, immediately.

He's in hospital at the moment.

I'll talk to the assistant

commissioner in the morning

and get the case reopened.

He won't like it, but there's

quite enough evidence for a pardon.

Will they give him any compensation?

I expect they'll give him some money,

but there's no real way

to compensate in cases like these.

Poor man.

I think the least you can do is ask

him 'round for a really good dinner.

Let's see.

lt will obviously have

to be something substantial.

I think a Caneton aux cerises.

- What's that?

- Duckling...

with heavy sweet cherry sauce.

After that jail food he's been having,

I expect he'll eat anything.

Excuse me.

I must see if my souffl's started to rise.

Hey! Are the pills working?

- He's sleeping like a baby.

- Do you think we gave him enough?

Christ, mate, he's had half a dozen.

Good. Now I'm off to get that bastard Rusk!

Alright, alright. Let's make sure.

It's now or never!

I'm due back inside tomorrow.

George? George!

Alright, George?

Right, son, better be going.

Mind you do him up good.

Here, take this strip of mica.

You may need it to open his door.

Doctor? Sister?

Get a trolley, nurse.

Sister, there seems to be

no evidence of a cerebral accident.

We'll have to admit him for observation

and then sort him out.

Could he be an epileptic or diabetic?

Not very likely in his sort of job.

We're certainly going to need blood samples.

Sleeping pills!

They've given him all their sleeping pills.

- Good night.

- Good night, sir.

Hello?

Good God! When was this?

Right. What's that?

Yes. Five minutes. I'll wait outside.

I'm off! Blaney's escaped,

and I bet I know where he's gone.

I often wondered whether Blaney

threw himself down those stairs

in a suicide attempt,

or just as a means to get into the hospital.

Now, of course, we have our answer.

No. No!

lt's not -

Mr Rusk.

You're not wearing your tie.

I -

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