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the trouble to find out.

Why should I?

I have troubles enough.

What are you

waiting for?

Get the police!

Yes, monsieur.

Pat, a ham, pickled pigs'

feet and 2,500 rooms!

What is the

Opera coming to?

That's lovely.

What is it?

It's a lullaby of Provence.

I've known it all my life.

Hear those bells ringing

Soft and low

Bringing peace

Through the twilight glow

Calling to everyone

Night has begun

Tired from your weary toil

Day's work is done

Hear them ring

While my love and I

Drift and dream

To their lullaby

Hear those bells ringing

Soft and low

Ringing peace

Through the twilight glow

Calling to everyone

Night has...

Monsieur Daubert.

Madame.

They call this

rehearsing, monsieur.

I'm sorry to intrude,

but I must see you,

Christine.

Well, you see, I'm

busy right now, Raoul.

Christine!

Please remember that you are

speaking to a gentleman.

Well...

Come in, Raoul.

Rehearsals!

Anatole, well,

he's been helping me.

Oh, Monsieur

is very kind.

Not at all, monsieur.

I find it a pleasure.

I'm Anatole Garron

of the Opera.

Oh, I'm so sorry. This is

Inspector Daubert, of the Sret.

I've heard of you, Monsieur Inspector.

Your work must be exciting.

Not so exciting

as yours, monsieur.

It doesn't lend itself

to self-expression.

I didn't recognize that delightful

song you were singing, Christine.

But as you know, I am no

connoisseur of the opera.

It's not from an opera, Raoul.

It's a lullaby.

A lullaby.

It didn't seem very

effective as a lullaby.

Well, you

see, Monsieur Inspector,

a song is capable of many

interpretations by a musician.

By a detective, too.

Though no doubt the detective

is usually mistaken.

I must see you alone,

Christine.

I'm here on business

from the Sret.

With me?

What business could mademoiselle

have with the Sret?

What is it, Raoul?

If you don't mind,

I'd rather Anatole stay.

Very well,

Christine.

You know

Erique Claudio?

Well, yes.

How well?

I knew him only as a

violinist in the orchestra.

I encountered him

a few times in the foyer

or on the stage or

outside the Opera,

but that's all.

He... He acted

a little strangely,

but I assumed he was

that way with everybody.

Strangely? How do you

mean, strangely?

Well... I don't know.

He just seemed eccentric,

but harmless.

I thought he was a rather kind old

fellow until I read of the murder.

What is it, Raoul?

He was a kind and

inoffensive man,

until he thought Pleyel was

robbing him of his life's work.

Then something snapped, and

he became a homicidal maniac.

In his state, he may

commit other murders.

It's urgent that we capture

him as soon as possible.

But... But what has all

this to do with me?

We found something

in his room

that connects

you with him.

No doubt,

you can explain.

So that's what

became of it.

Be good enough to explain

yourself, monsieur.

Well, certainly.

That statuette is mine.

Yours?

Definitely. I made it.

I intended to make you a

present of it, Christine.

How nice of you, Anatole.

Unfortunately, it disappeared

from my dressing room.

It's an extraordinary

likeness.

My compliments on your

versatility, monsieur.

You must have posed

for this many times.

Every detail is you.

I never posed for it

Not once.

You did this

from drawings?

And from memory,

Monsieur Inspector. Oh.

To see Christine is

to carry her image

in your heart

and mind forever.

That old scoundrel Claudio

must have stolen it.

Why?

Isn't it obvious?

Speaking purely as an

inspector of the Sret,

I'm afraid that even the obvious

often needs confirmation.

But as a man, Monsieur Daubert,

you can understand that

sitting there in

the orchestra pit

night after night and

looking at Christine,

Claudio probably

fell in love with her.

You admit that

is possible, no?

Christine,

Claudio ever seek more than a

casual acquaintance with you?

No, never

Can you imagine so diffident

a lover, monsieur?

Claudio was barely 50.

Well, no doubt

he lacked assurance.

No doubt.

This is yours,

Christine.

You're giving it to me? Yes.

Well!

Then I'll accept it as

a gift from both of you.

Well, I seem to have got

the worse of this bargain.

In the future, Monsieur

Inspector, I detect, you model.

In any case, monsieur,

that was a bad clue.

Not so bad

as it seems.

It enabled me to recover

mademoiselle's statuette.

Thank you, Raoul.

Is that your carriage

at the door, monsieur?

Why, yes.

Would you be good enough

to give me a lift?

Which way are

you going, monsieur?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

As Inspector of Police,

I have business

all over Paris.

Yes, well,

in that case...

- Au revoir, Christine.

- Au revoir.

You've been most helpful, Christine.

Most helpful.

I hope you catch him soon.

Thank you.

Ready, monsieur?

At your service.

After you, monsieur.

Madame looks

beautiful tonight.

Don't I always,

Yvette?

But especially

tonight, madame.

Monsieur Garron, if he

has eyes in his head...

Madame Biancarolli, please.

The first act just started.

Thank you. Madame.

Good evening.

Marcel, do you think I

lead an enviable life?

Yes, monsieur.

Well, I do, but not for

reasons you're thinking.

I'm a very happy

man because I'm having

supper tonight with

Mademoiselle DuBois.

Christine?

You're going to be

a great and famous singer.

I'll help you.

Christine, you're going

to be a great and famous singer.

I'll help you.

What's the matter?

Why, someone

just said the very

same thing to me

a moment ago in my room.

Someone? Who?

I don't know.

It was just a voice.

I knew you'd hear

me sooner or later.

You mean it was you?

Of course.

I don't mean actually

but I've been saying

that ever since I saw

you and heard you sing.

And at last,

you heard me.

Your cue, monsieur.

I'll tell you again

tonight, at supper.

What is it, madame?

I don't know. I...

Help me!

Monsieur Vercheres!

Madame.

You, get the doctor.

Quickly.

Take her to her

dressing room.

What could

have happened?

What?

Quick!

Mademoiselle DuBois,

you must go on at once.

Madame Biancarolli has been taken ill.

Please get changed quickly.

Claire! Claire! Where is

that clumsy wardrobe woman?

Claire, get Mademoiselle

DuBois changed at once.

There isn't

a moment to lose.

She was drugged.

There's no doubt about it.

Now, who the devil

would want to drug her?

I'm sure she over-ate.

You're certain she'll

recover, Dr. Lefort?

Definitely.

What am I doing here?

I...

I should be onstage! I...

Doctor!

Madame...

She'll be all right now.

Why is she singing? What

is she doing out there?

What's happened?

Please, madame, control yourself.

I assure you that...

Come to the point, Amiot.

You were seized with

a touch of indigestion.

As your understudy, Mademoiselle

DuBois naturally took your place.

A touch of indigestion! Why, I was

perfectly well when I went on the stage.

Why, I was drugged.

Oh...

And you all

know by whom.

Anatole Garron did it to

make room for that baggage.

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