The Sinister Monk Page #5

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- Dust the room? - Yes!

The one discovering the body is suspected!

- But you were the first!

Me?

- Yes, Sir.

I came in and found you with the body.

You were staring at it!

I didn't stare! I was...

I was merely thinking.

- Go on!

The same strangulation marks

as the coroner found on Potter.

Only I wonder what...

what connection there can possibly be...

between this murder...

and those poor girls.

I haven't been here for weeks, as I know.

- Me neither.

Well, I think we're almost there.

So I'll go to the hairdresser, and you

go shopping. How long will it take you?

Two hours, I guess.

Alright then. I'll see you in two hours

at the Caf Brewster, right?

Good. I'll see you later, bye.

Oh, Miss? Could you show me the way

to get to the Tower?

Surely.

It should be here, but I can't find it.

No! No, let go of me!

What did you say?

Please speak louder,

I can't understand you!

She never arrived at the hairdresser's?

Put me in touch with the dress shop!

Yes, I'll wait.

What is it?

- Mary didn't get to the hairdresser.

Yes, I'm still waiting.

Please, I can understand your excitement.

Talk a little louder.

They what?

Ah, I understand. Thank you.

Dolores had just gone back

to the fitting room in the rear,

when all at once, someone threw a cloth

over the sales girl's face.

Both Mary and Dolores

have disappeared without a trace.

And my brother brutally murdered!

It is outrageous that this could happen...

right in front of the very noses

of the police! The famous Scotland Yard!

Were you aware that the girls

were planning to go in to London today?

I suppose so. Naturally.

Why shouldn't I know?

And you, Ronny?

- I always know the girls' whereabouts.

Lady Patricia?

Obviously, you asked them to go.

Monsieur d'Arol?

No, monsieur.

- Thank you, that's all.

Sir John? I think it's about time

that somebody here remembered...

that originally Gwendolin was supposed

to go into London with Mary.

Gwendolin! Richard, where's Gwendolin?

- How should I know where she is?

And where's Mr. Short?

Thank you very much.

I realize this is an ordeal.

It's much easier when they're dead.

Oh... oh, forgive me!

It's going to come out extremely well!

He'll be very pleased. Very pleased.

Who will be pleased?

- Above me is a greater artist...

who accepts only works of art

which are perfect.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight. Goodnight.

Thank you.

What do you think you're doing in here?

Get out, or I'll throw you out!

What are you looking for in my room?

- What's wrong, Uncle Richard?

I caught him snooping in my room just now!

- I was looking for you.

It's my fault. I should have told you

I was up in Mr. Short's room.

I began to get very worried about you.

- I'm sorry.

Did you lose something?

- Yes, a button from my vest.

It must have come off out here.

- Wait a minute.

Is this it?

- Yes, that's it!

I'll sew it on. Come on.

I noticed nothing unusual.

- Keep watching!

Connolly? Did any phone calls go in or

out of here at any time this afternoon?

Nothing, except for your own phone calls.

- And did anybody leave here today?

No one, Sir. Just the girls

who went to the bus stop...

with Carter and Bramly.

- Somehow or other, someone here must have

let an outsider know that those 2 girls

were going to be in London today.

Or how could both girls disappear

from two different places...

at the same time? Will you answer me that?

- I only wish I could, Sir.

Ever see one of these little things?

I think carrier pigeons take messages

in them. Where did you find it?

CN7? Please, come in!

- CN7, reporting.

Inspector Black. Got the scrambler on?

- Yes, Sir, it's on.

Tomorrow morning at dawn, I want

a helicopter to keep a permanent watch.

No police insignia! It's top secret!

- But won't they notice a helicopter?

There's always helicopters flying around

here from the training school at Rumsby.

Oh, and there's one more thing.

I can't really say why...

but I'll feel better

if we stationed a few men...

outside the girls' dormitory and

outside of Miss Gilmore's room, as well.

Goodnight, and thank you!

- You're welcome, Smitty. Goodnight.

Don't be frightened, Darling. I'm only

making sure nothing happens to you.

I'd better go with you to your room!

- What do you think you're doing?

Just why do you think I'm doing this?

Because I love you, that's why.

I want to marry you, Gwendolin.

- Let me go!

Aren't you afraid of the Monk?

Maybe I'm the Monk.

You shouldn't have done that.

"If you want to obtain proof

of your father's innocence,

take the 840 bus tomorrow morning

to London. Get out at James' Gate...

and continue walking west.

Alone. Do not tell anybody."

Miss Gilmore? Open up, please!

Orders from Inspector Black!

Two men on the balcony.

Two men posted outside your door.

Keep an eye on the park!

- Yes, but I...

They won't come in here unless you

call them. I wish you a good night, Miss.

Police in front of the door!

- Well, now it's getting exciting!

No!

No!

Yes.

I am the brother of Jeanette Rouir.

The girl whom Ronny murdered so brutally.

I am here to seek my revenge.

What are you going to do?

- I don't know yet.

But your son will not escape

justice this time.

Helicopter 1-Y7 nearing Darkwood Hall.

Stay in alert position. Pay attention to

whether a pigeon flies out of the tower.

And report which direction

it's flying in.

1Y7, message received!

- Have you told Miss Gilmore...

she must report to me?

- Yes. I told her, Sir.

Alright. Wait here!

- Yes, Sir.

Oh! Smitty!

- Oh, I'm sorry!

Good morning. One of our men said

that you wanted to go out.

Is it forbidden?

- No.

But you must tell me where you're going.

- I can't tell you.

Then you're making a big mistake.

Because you're in danger.

Is there anyone in this house who isn't?

- Will you allow me to accompany you?

No. I must go alone.

- Just as far as the door.

Alright.

Bye.

- Goodbye.

There. Do you see the pigeon?

- Yes! 1-Y7, taking up pursuit of pigeon.

Connolly! So far, so good! Get the car!

- Yes, Sir.

Carter? 2 men on motorcycles behind

Miss Gilmore. Watch her closely!

Do you still see the pigeon?

- Yes, Sir. It's flying south west.

Keep us informed of your position.

We'll follow you from down here.

MO3, please come in!

- MO3, here!

Anything to report?

- Nothing yet, Sir.

We're following behind the bus to London.

- Stay with us.

Helicopter 1Y7 to Inspector Black!

- What's going on?

Pigeon has reached destination.

Storage shed of windmill.

Map location 17-11-21-C3.

Repeat:
17-11-21-C3.

I see it. You're to circle overhead

in alert position. Got it?

Message received!

Will do!

Wait here.

Do you mind if I look at your pigeon coop?

- What? What?

Your pigeon...

- They can't be disturbed. They're eating!

Harry, a visitor!

Good day. I wanna speak to your employer.

- Employer? In there.

Hey! He says that you should come inside!

- Right. Thank you.

Inspector?

This is the mill. They must have grain.

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