Ministry Of Fear Page #5

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But the police were there

when we had the sance.

There's been no such murder reported.

A friend of mine saw them.

They questioned him.

What friend?

You wouldn't know him.

- They must have posed as police too.

- Who?

The people at the sance,

the ones who tried to kill me.

They're enemy agents-- Mrs. Bellane,

Dr. Forrester, the psychiatrist.

Forrester?

Not the advisor to the Ministry?

Yes. He telephoned Newland

at his bookshop to kill me with that bomb.

Have the doctor give him a sedative.

I'll talk to him later.

Wait. You asked for the truth,

you listen to it.

I have all their names.

Look at the cards in my coat.

There weren't any cards in your coat.

Spies, sances--

You've been very careful

not to mention George Rennit.

- Rennit?

- When you're ready to tell me...

what you did to him, let me know.

I didn't do anything to him.

No, I didn't think so.

Of course you didn't.

He left his office with you.

Wasn't seen again alive.

His body was found near

Battersea Bridge. He was bludgeoned.

You are charged with his deliberate murder.

I don't know what happened to him.

I didn't even know he disappeared...

until I got back to his office.

Well, that's better.

You were with him, then.

Yes, I retained him to find out

why they tried to kill me.

They were after something

hidden in a cake that I won.

Cake?

I know I sound insane.

You are, without doubt.

Inspector, wait, please.

I know my record.

You can send me back

to the asylum on any charge.

I don't care what you do with me.

But you can't take it on yourself...

to say that German agents

aren't working here in London.

You saw that bombed apartment.

I tell you, they did it.

- I ask you for one fair chance to prove it.

- Name it.

It's a long chance,

but it's the only one I have.

There's a bomb crater

at Blackmoor Factory near Lembridge.

I want to search it to see if there's

any trace of what was in that cake.

There was a cake.

Where was he standing?

Here, by the corner.

Here.

Cover every bit of ground.

Here is a coat.

Or what's left of it.

- The blind man's?

- Yes.

[ Object Clatters ]

It's the piece from that gun.

- Rather convenient for you to find it.

- At least I was here.

It might be your gun that you used on him.

There's nothing about spies on it.

- Inspector, is this anything?

- The cake box.

Or part of it.

- Where was it?

- The edge of the crater.

A bird was pecking away at it.

Where did he find it?

It must be here somewhere.

If we could sift this dirt--

Drive over to the factory.

Get some screens and shovels.

Yes, sir.

He was ruddy well scattered about.

That does it, sir.

Satisfied?

- Pack up.

- Very good, sir.

[ Birds Chirping ]

I never used to like birds.

What is it?

Drawings or something.

We'll ask the Ministry.

[ Film Projector Clicks ]

Watkins, turn it off.

I don't know how they could

have been photographed.

I assume full responsibility.

They've only been out of the vault twice--

for the Saturday conference...

and yesterday.

They would have killed more than

one man to recover these, Mr. Neale.

They're the new embarkation plans

and our Channel minefields.

- We've been a great help.

- Mr. Neale can identify some of them, sir.

With your permission,

I'll get along with arresting them.

- They might still have prints.

- I doubt it...

or they wouldn't have gone

to such lengths to recover the negative.

I don't think we can take it for granted

that the charts are safe.

I don't either, sir. I think someone

came here and photographed them...

again yesterday.

You said that they were out of the vaults again.

- Yes.

- This Dr. Forrester--

He hasn't been here for two weeks.

He's done splendid work

for the Ministry, Inspector.

- Hard to believe that he's involved.

- Perhaps not, sir.

Were any of his friends here both days?

Not that I know of.

That tailor he recommended

was here again yesterday.

Measured Parkins for a suit.

Mr. Travers?

- May I speak, sir?

- Surely.

Someone named Travers leased that apartment...

where Inspector Prentice found me.

- Could you tell me his firm, sir?

- Travers and Brathwaite.

May I use your phone?

Thank you, sir.

Would you get me

Travers and Brathwaite, tailors?

Are you there?

This is Mr. Pauling.

Would it be possible to be measured

for a suit this afternoon?

Thank you.

With your permission, sir.

Mrs. Bellane,

Miss Penteel, Old Arts Centre.

She keeps yelping for the police

every time she sees me.

Newland, Newland's Bookshop.

That's all.

Bring 'em in.

Yes, sir.

Why are you protecting that girl?

- There wasn't any girl.

- And that friend you mentioned?

I've told you everything I know

that can be of help.

My friends have nothing to do with it.

I don't want them involved.

That's a fair answer.

Follow me in five minutes.

- Good afternoon.

- Oh, good afternoon.

- What can we do for you, sir?

- I'd like to see Mr. Travers, please.

Certainly, sir.

Won't you please take a chair?

I'll tell him you're waiting, sir.

The gentleman over there, sir.

One moment, Mr. Pauling.

- Good tweeds here, Travers.

- Thank you, sir.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Travers.

- Good afternoon.

You wish to see me, sir?

There's no one I'd rather see.

I don't understand.

Excuse me one moment.

Hello. Mr. Macklin?

This is Travers and Brathwaite.

Your suit was dispatched an hour ago, sir...

I trust in time for your journey.

Thank you very much, sir.

I felt very satisfied myself...

at the last fitting.

Oh, yes, sir.

I think when you've worn it once...

you'll find the shoulders will settle.

No, sir.

I find we'll not be able to...

repeat the trousers.

Oh, it isn't a matter of coupons, sir.

The manufacturers have no more of the pattern.

Personally, I have no hope, sir.

No hope at all.

[ Men Talking At Once ]

Prentice!

Police!

[ Neale ]

He's Cost, the one at the sance.

Excuse me.

- There's Travers.

- That's Travers, huh?

[ Men Chattering ]

[ Ringing ]

Hello?

Is anyone there?

- Oh.

- Oh.

- Why didn't you deliver Mr. Macklin's suit?

- I did, guv'nor, just before I came here.

- You must've gone to the wrong address.

- No, sir.

like it had on the box.

That's all right, then.

Mr. Travers was quite put out.

Oh.

Neale.

Why, Carla said--

Come in here, man.

We thought you'd been killed.

Not quite.

Carla took me back to that apartment.

You disappeared. What happened?

- Is she here?

- Yes.

Carla.

[ Chuckles ]

Finally saved up enough coupons...

to buy a decent suit.

Carla.

- [ Door Opens ]

- [ Carla ] Yes?

He isn't a ghost.

You'd better tell her.

- Why did you come here?

- Why not?

The man saved your life.

Aren't you going to thank him?

He'll kill you, Stephen!

He's the one who tried

to kill us with that bomb.

He gives the orders,

not Dr. Forrester.

[ Clicking Tongue ]

There wasn't much else to do.

You were both finding out too much,

and you wouldn't stop.

It was too good a charity to lose.

And you'd kill your sister to save it?

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