The Fallen Idol Page #5

That was all right, wasn't it?

Well, I can't say it any other way.!

- Now, you would, wouldn't you? | - Yes, please.

There you are. You see?

Station officer, Chelsea Police.

Yes, Doctor?

Serious? Fatal.

Come and sit over here. | Come on.

Tell me your name.

What time was that?

- Now then, come on. Tell me your name. | - Yes, Doctor. Of course.

What's the matter?

Come on.

Phillipe.

Phillipe? Phillipe what?

- Yes. | - That's all.

Come on.

It's a bit long, isn't it? | You want a haircut.

I'll have one sent over. | Anything else I can do?

Phillipe? Phillipe what, eh? | Where do you live?

Come on, chum. | You pop your feet into these.

Oh! Aren't you a lucky boy!

Oh, look. | They'd last forever.

- I'd like a pair of those. | - Good night, Doctor.

Jones.

There's been an accident | - 48 Cheston Square.

You know, that embassy.

Woman killed herself. | Fell down a flight of stairs.

Get an ambulance sent over. | Ask for Mr. Baines.

Is it too hot? Is it?

Here, try it now. Go on.

- Now, Rose, have you got the address? | - Give me time.

Did you say the name was Baines?

Uh, yes, Baines. 48 Cheston Square.

Baines.

What's the matter?

Do you know him?

I live there.

What made you run away, sonny?

Nothing.

You weren't frightened or anything?

No.

Then everything | was all right at home?

Yes.

Does your father | work at the embassy?

No. He's ambassador.

Oh!

I know your daddy!

Oh, there you are, Phile.

We picked him up in Hilton Street.

There's been an accident?

Yes.

- Over there? | - The doctor's with her now.

Now...

just -

just -just sit down there...

for a moment, Phile.

- How did it happen? | - We'd had a few words up there.

She was angry with the boy | for some reason.

The next thing I knew...

she'd slipped going down the stairs.

- Can I help at all, sir? | - No. Just an accident.

I'll be off. There's | nothing more that I can do.

You better tell the ambassador at once.

He's away. | I've phoned the first secretary.

Don't worry, man. | More than you can help.

You did all that you could. | These things happen, you know.

- I can't believe that she's - | - I know.

The ambulance will be coming.

I'll sign the certificate | first thing in the morning.

- Let me see. Where did I leave my coat? | - It's here, I think.

Don't think me heartless. | In my position one must try to be hard.

Death is like a business.

It has to be attended to.

Why, it's Phillipe, isn't it?

What are you doing here? | You ought to be in bed.

We found him wandering around.

We were going to send him home | when we heard about the accident.

He said he was sleepwalking.

Why, I know Phillipe. | He doesn't walk in his sleep.

Do you, Phillipe?

What's the boy been doing?

Now, listen, Phillipe, | did anything happen to frighten you?

We went to the zoo, that's all. | The boy's tired out.

I'll take him upstairs to bed.

Wait a moment. | Come here, Phillipe.

- Did he see it? | - I don't think so.

Well, you're a fine | sort of chap, aren't you,...

...wandering about at | night in your pajamas.

Who do you think you are- | Nick Carter?

Where'd you get this outfit?

We had to find him those | at the station.

Why did you run away, Phillipe?

I've told you - | she went for the boy.

Tell me everything you know, Phillipe.

Then you won't be frightened anymore.

It's long past bedtime. | We'll go upstairs.

- He needs sleep. | - I'm a doctor, Baines.

Why was she angry with you, Phillipe?

Because of secrets.

Secrets? | Do you know what he means?

You've no business pestering the boy. | He's half asleep.

What were those secrets, Phillipe?

Come on. You can tell me. | Was she angry at the zoo?

- No. | - Was everything all right at the zoo?

- Yes. | - Do you know what made her angry?

No.

You're not angry with Baines, | are you?

No. Of course not.

You're not going | to send him to prison.

Doctors don't do that.

I don't mind going to bed now.

You'd better take him up there, Baines.

Give him one of these tablets.

Was it self-defense, | like in Africa?

Dr., um - Dr. What's-his-name | is the police doctor, isn't he? Dr. Wilson?

Good evening, Dr. Fenton.

This is a terrible business. | Is Baines about?

He's upstairs putting the child to bed.

He was found in the street, scared.

What about?

I should like the police doctor | called in, if you don't mind.

Police doctor? | What's he got to do with it?

I should like Dr. Wilson called.

Surely there is nothing | to worry you, is there?

Possibly not.

I don't like it. | I don't like it at all.

The ambassador's a great stickler.

He won't like the police | within the embassy.

You do realize that this is | officially foreign territory.

Police are not allowed | in here without permission.

The woman's dead.

Yes, but an accident, surely.

- Probably. | - Well, wasn't it?

Perhaps.

But I'm not prepared | to sign the death certificate.

Very well. I'll have to phone | the foreign office in Scotland Yard.

Goodness only knows whether | there'll be anybody there this hour.

The Yard doesn't close, sir.

I meant the foreign office.

It'll make you sleep.

You've got to try and put it | right out of your head, Phile...

everything you've seen | and heard tonight.

I understand.

Well, go to sleep...

and forget it.

I'm going to give you | two night-lights tonight.

It'll be daylight before | you can sayJack Robinson.

Baines, are you going?

Listen, Phile, you -

you remember that telegram | Mrs. Baines sent me?

You had it. | You -You made a dart of it.

- What did you do with it? | - I threw it away.

Where?

I - I don't remember.

Why?

Well, I wouldn't - | I wouldn't like anyone else to find it.

You see, th-they think Mrs. Baines | was with us at the zoo.

It'd look funny, | that telegram coming.

And I - I don't want them to know | Julie was with us tonight.

She wouldn't like it.

There's no need to tell the police | more than they know.

Yes, I understand.

Are you scared?

Scared? No.

Only we've -we've got to be careful | what we say to policemen.

Oh, well, no good | putting it off, I suppose.

Better go down and talk to them.

Good night, Phile.

Baines, you could run away.

I remember.

I remember where I threw it.

Well, then I heard the boy say, | "Was it in self-defense?"

He admits there was a quarrel | at the head of the stairs.

- Is that the staircase? | - Yes.

Are the injuries consistent | with a slip-

Evening, Fenton. | It's an awful hour to be called out.

- I'm used to it. It's the hour for babies. | - Is it? Well, what's the trouble?

This is Inspector Hart, sir, | of the special branch.

He'll help with any interpreting.

I wouldn't mind so much | if the ambassador was here.

- You were here at the time? | - No.

I was having dinner with some friends | in a restaurant.

All right, all right. | Where is this fellow Baines?

In the basement, I think.

No, he went upstairs | putting the child to bed.

There'd be no objection, I suppose,...

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