The List of Adrian Messenger Page #7

ask a lot of questions about Burma.

Have you learned

any more about him?

Pike phoned through.

His dossier came from Canada.

After the war, he became an actor,

touring in the western provinces.

Five years ago, his mother died

and he inherited a ranch.

A few hundred acres,

which he promptly sold for $40,000...

which has carried him

up to this very moment.

He will move swiftly now.

-Mr. George Brougham please.

-Sorry, sir, he's gone for a walk.

-Any message?

-Yes, Arthur Henderson, his attorney.

Mr. Arthur Henderson calling.

Im at the Ritz tonight. l must see

him. Very important ranch business.

At the Ritz. Ill leave a message,

sir. Thank you.

No, that won't do any good.

l must see him personally.

Get some papers signed.

He must come into town. Im

leaving for home in the morning.

Thanks a lot.

You'll hurry back, of course.

You'll miss tomorrow's hunt, but

there'll be another one Saturday.

Ill be here.

l wouldn't miss it for the world.

-Gethryn, how do you like High Flyer?

-Enough to let you name his price.

Not for sale. But if you want

a good ride, use him tomorrow.

-That's very good.

-See that he stays in front.

Ill keep my eye on him.

l promise to be on top of the hunt.

-Good-bye.

-Good-bye, George.

Look to your hearts!

What has the fox ever done to you?

l protest this cruel

and inhumane activity.

Search your souls! Don't you know

the animals are your friends?

-Are you the Master?

-l am.

Then call off this wretched business.

What harm has the fox done to you?

Why do you persecute him?

The fox

and l know more of life than you do.

It is man's nature to hunt.

It is the fox's to be hunted.

Good morning, Madame.

Propaganda. Vicious propaganda!

Read what Oscar Wilde says,

''The unspeakable after the uneatable.''

That's what these so-called gentry

are... the unspeakable!

Can she be the murderer?

Any one of them can be.

Which?

The fox you kill may be a vixen!

And any vixen can be a mother.

Think of those motherless vermin.

Which?

-l didn't see the fox.

-One usually doesn't.

The hounds follow the fox's scent.

Avatar's going well, Derek, eh?

Damn it, Gethryn, keep your distance.

Where

the devil do you think you're going?

Im going ahead, Master!

-Behind. Or Ill send you home.

-Sorry, Master.

-What's happened?

-What's wrong with the hounds?

Jim!

Good man.

-Good dog.

-Queer. The scent was so good.

-The fox go in the ground?

-No fox.

We've been following a drag.

A drag?

In Gleneyre?

Unheard of.

l would ruin the hunt's reputation.

What the devil do you mean, master.

Homicide, Lord Ashton.

Well conceived, too.

There is the murder weapon.

l was supposed to be impaled upon it.

l would have been too.

lf it wasn't for this old fellow.

Jim and l took him out this morning

before dawn on a leash.

He picked up the scent and pulled Jim

over the very ground we covered.

Come on, Bellman, here.

The oldest detective of them all.

He'll pick up the scent

of whoever laid the drag.

All right, George, come forward.

Get that ferocious beast away from me.

Stop him, young fellow!

Hold, Avatar!

''Til droven''!

Derek! Tim!

Let's get hounds back to kennels.

Jim, see to Mr. Brougham.

Listen, Grandfather.

Its the Bruttenholm foxes!

Extraordinary.

l thought the next time they barked,

it would be for me.

Hold it. Stop.

That's the end of the picture.

But it's not the end of the mystery.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the end.

Vtg

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