Ministry Of Fear Page #2

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Because I don't like my hotel room being

ransacked while I'm out at breakfast.

I don't like being robbed on trains or shot at.

Mr. Neale...

this is a respectable business with a tradition.

I'm not Sherlock Holmes.

A man in my position

doesn't go crawling about floors...

with a microscope looking for bloodstains.

If you're in that kind of trouble,

you should go to the police.

I don't wish to be mixed up with the police.

I'm sorry. It would've been worth

20 to have you come with me.

20, eh?

- W-Well, let's get on with it.

- I see.

Yes, war plays the devil

with a business like this.

Come on.

[ Typewriter Keys Clacking ]

You come in if there's trouble.

Yes?

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

I'm looking for the address

of a Mrs. Bellane.

- No lady of that name works here.

- She was helping with your charity fte at Lembridge.

[ Chuckles ] Oh, they were

voluntary helpers. I'm sorry.

We can't possibly disclose...

the addresses of the voluntary helpers.

Well, isn't there some way I can get it?

A mistake was made. She gave me

a cake that didn't belong to me.

Well, it's against the rules...

but I'll inquire.

[ People Laughing ]

Will you come through, please?

Come in, won't you?

[ Laughs ]

I'm terribly sorry...

but I couldn't help it.

People have baked some sad-looking

pastries to sell at our ftes...

- but was it as frightful as all that?

- "Frightful"?

That you'd come all the way

from Lembridge to give it back.

He hasn't any cake with him.

Have a chair.

You know, my sister has a--

a grim sense of humor.

Well, if it had been any good,

he'd have eaten it.

May I ask your name?

- Stephen Neale.

- I'm Willi Hilfe.

- Carla, Mr. Neale.

- How do you do?

Who was it you wanted?

A Mrs. Bellane.

Bellane... Bellane.

I don't remember any name like that.

We have so many of them.

- Do you know her?

- No. Look in the index.

Well--

You're not supposed to give, uh--

Why do you want it?

We got along quite famously,

and I'd like to see her next time I'm down...

find out how the mix-up happened.

Oh, I see.

You got along famously?

- Yes.

- Didn't her husband object?

Has she a husband?

It sounds like it.

- "Missus."

- Yes, it does, doesn't it?

[ Willi ]

"Bell"..."Belden"...

"Bellane."

Here she is.

Mrs. Rolf Bellane, a clairvoyant.

- Is that the one?

- Yes.

But she lives here in London.

Canon Topping recommended her.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

Could any of your volunteers be using

this organization as their shield?

- For what?

- Some kind of crime.

Our dear old dowagers?

Oh, no!

He tried to kill you?

There's just one bullet left.

He'd have used that if the bomb hadn't got him.

But it's-- it's-- it's fantastic.

The whole thing.

I'd like to investigate

this Mrs. Bellane with you, Neale.

- I'd like to have you.

- Oh, no, Willi. Please.

If they tried to kill Mr. Neale...

something might happen to you.

Nonsense.

If they use our charity ftes,

I want to find out about it.

- You may be right, Mr. Hilfe.

- Ah.

She's just tired of getting me out of scrapes.

Got me out of Austria, as a matter of fact.

Grow some gray hairs, Afferl.

You'll be stunning.

Come on, Neale.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

- What do you want?

- [ Clearing Throat ]

- I-Is this Mr. Finney?

- No.

No? I didn't think so.

[ Children Shouting, Chattering ]

[ Klaxon Horn Honks ]

Is Mrs. Bellane at home?

- Who is calling, please?

- Mr. Hilfe...

secretary of the Mothers of the Free Nations.

Will you come in?

Will you please wait a moment?

- Oh, I see.

- She's not the one.

- Mr. Hilfe?

- I'm Mr. Hilfe.

- Uh, Mrs.--

- Bellane, yes.

I've heard many of the ladies speak of you.

I should have paid a call

at your office long ago.

I would have enjoyed it.

May I present Mr. Neale?

Mr. Neale,

are you one of our group?

By adoption, yes.

[ Man ]

Mrs. Bellane?

- Oh, I-- I beg your pardon.

- We'll start at once, Doctor.

I have a group waiting for a sance.

Won't you join us?

We can talk afterwards.

Yes, we'd like to.

Splendid.

I want to tell you about our fte

at Lembridge. We took in over 100.

Oh, uh, were you there?

Yes.

I told fortunes.

I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.

You especially, Mr. Newby.

I know you have to catch the early train.

Not at all.

Can you make room for Mr. Hilfe

over there, Doctor?

- Certainly.

- This is Dr. Forrester.

Mr. Hilfe.

And you, Mr. Neale, over there.

- Mr. Newby.

- How do you do?

Miss Penteel.

She has extraordinary powers

of painting the inner world.

Colored rhythmic arrangements.

Will you please form the circle?

Now, if you will all join hands...

before the lights fade.

We mustn't break the circle.

- The lights will--

- [ Footsteps ]

Oh, Mr. Cost.

I didn't think you were coming.

Always those customers

at the last moment. May I?

May I present our newcomers?

Mr. Neale, Mr. Cost.

- How do you do?

- It seems we've met before.

I'm sorry.

I don't believe I recall it.

This is Mr. Hilfe, secretary

of the Mothers of the Free Nations.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

The lights will fade now.

[ Ethereal Whispering, Indistinct ]

[ Mrs. Bellane ]

Yes?

Yes?

I can't hear you.

[ Whispering Continues ]

One of you won't...

let her come through.

Someone whose motives are evil.

[ Whispering Continues ]

[ Mrs. Bellane ]

You can speak.

There is no enemy here.

[ Female Voice, Whispering ]

I had to find you.

I watched it too, Stephen.

Stephen, you sat there...

watching the clock.

I know.

You waited for me to die.

Was the poison strong enough?

The clock stood still.

You killed me. The poison!

The clock stood still.

You murdered!

Who speaks?

Who said that?

- Don't break the circle!

- Who told you that?

- [ Gun Fires ]

- [ People Screaming ]

- Turn on the light!

- Turn on the light! The light!

Cost! Look at Cost!

What happened, Doctor?

Look after her, will you?

A doctor's no good, I'm afraid.

There's only one thing to do:

call the police.

He did it! He broke the circle!

All our hands were locked!

I didn't kill him.

- You have that revolver.

- But I didn't fire it.

There was only one bullet left.

It's still there.

You hold him here, Mr. Hilfe.

I'll ring up the police.

I'll not be drawn into this. You will

excuse me. I have to catch my train.

[ Dr. Forrester ] I'd advise you to stay,

Newby. The police will want all of us.

Well, I'll not wait in here, with him.

Then go into the library.

[ Woman ]

Wait for me, Mr. Newby.

[ Door Closes ]

You have to believe me, Hilfe.

I've only your word for it

that there was one bullet.

It's the truth!

I'm done if the police arrest me again,

and someone here knows it...

- knows all about me.

- But why would they kill him?

I don't know.

He's the one who came to Lembridge for the cake.

Oh, I see.

Give me a chance to find out, Hilfe.

I'll never clear myself behind bars.

I'd like to, Neale...

but I'd be in trouble myself if I let you go.

I'm an alien.

You know what?

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