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And I'm so very happy that there is

no longer any trace of evil in you.

Come along, Leslie. Beryl?

- I'm coming.

Beryl, my dear. It's a hard blow

which you dealt us when you didn't...

allow us to print your new thriller

in serial form. it's quite a book!

Sorry, I find you much too conservative.

I saw your fees!

Goodbye, Auntie.

- Goodbye.

What a lovely couple.

You can be very proud of them.

Absolutely, yes.

When I see my dear nice Beryl...

I simply think of days long ago.

My poor dear Paul. it's actually

really quite a little while.

But you still are, Nancy. I don't

think you've changed very much at all.

What's the matter now?

- I got whisky in.

James, you are really beginning

to show signs of age.

You have given us the wrong cups.

I'm terribly sorry, Madam.

- Never mind. You can go now.

I want to understand that, Nancy,

every time we had tee together...

you never drunk anything but whisky?

- Oh Lord, bless my soul, no.

Thank God for that.

- Once in a while, it was rum.

That's much more complicated than

it looks. All animals are sensitive.

And beast of prey are still harder

to keep in hand.

Still I prefer animals

to human beings.

Well, I hope you'll be happy here.

Don't give him too much, Krishna.

This is where we crate the animals.

You work here to start with.

Brownie?

- Yes, Mr Sutton?

This is your new assistant, Leslie.

Good morning. Hello.

You're now on your own. I hope you show

Mrs Mulford is right to trust you.

Yes, I hope so, too.

Miss Trent?

Miss Trent?

Hello? Yes, I found the safe.

Excelsior 10/62.

I have taken a pattern of the lock.

Yes. As soon as the key is ready, you'll

have to get me shifted the night-duty.

All right, shock him harder, Kid.

Right in the guts.

Take him harder.

Go on, keep going.

Another one.

Right, left, right, left, right.

Come on there, Kid.

Hello, Inspector,

do you want a sparring with me?

Are you ok?

- I wasn't ready for that one.

Right, left, right, left.

- Hello, Champ.

Shut up.

- Hey, hello.

A little mistake. What do you want,

Inspector. Do you want to train with us?

No, I don't need it. I think,

I'm in rather good form today.

Champ, I want to ask you a question.

I don't like the sound of that at all.

Enough for the day, Kid.

Come in my office, will you?

What is Scotland Yard doing here?

Get out!

Whisky?

- No, thank you, I had breakfast.

Up to you.

- Larry Graeme is dead.

What about it?

Graeme used to be a boxer.

- Really? He never boxed here.

It's a shame.

What's a shame?

- Oh, he was a good man. As a boxer.

Otherwise not?

- That's just a matter of opinion.

Well, I suppose, that's all.

Thanks for the help.

Oh, by the way...

that's really an awful photo of him.

Next time you're down in my neighbourhood,

I'll show you a better one.

The first round really went to me, what?

Just a second.

The Champ wants you.

- What's up?

Listen. Elford of Scotland Yard

has just been here.

That's bad. What did he want?

All right. In that case it jumps on

for tomorrow morning. At 10:30.

Dad? What is it, Dad?

What's wrong with you? Dad?

Help! Help!

What's going on?

- My father had a heart attack.

He'll have to get to a hospital.

Please call an ambulance.

Please, can I make a phone call?

I have to get an ambulance.

A man has...

- Yes, there's a telephone back there.

Thank you.

I hope he's all right.

Yes, he seems to be coming around.

The ambulance is on the way?

Here it comes now.

An excellent organisation.

Has your father had this many times?

- Yes, especially in the last year.

All right.

Lend a hand here, son, will you?

Move on there, please. Move on,

keep moving, there. Be careful with him!

Wait! Wait!

Here you are! Your father's hat.

Thank you, Sir.

Mr Harras! What on earth are you doing?

- I am playing Ping-Pong. The Ping-Pong,

I invented without a net or table or

partner. It's excellent for the reflexes.

You ought to practice more.

- I understand. You mean the column by Jos

about the jewel robbery.

That's press stuff, sensation mandering.

I'd like to say this: If the day comes,

when I'm one of the salaried writers,

you may count on "The Telegraph" having

it's finger right on the world's pulse.

- I haven't preserved this.

For sale:
inexpensive garden furniture.

A few white chairs,

several red flower pots,

and a lawnmower.

Now offers under 30-10-4/3.

The offer was to be sent in writing.

Money should be posted with the orders,

but there where no orders.

And then they were happy.

- Exactly.

White means:
diamonds and then red rubies.

And lawns are emeralds.

Yes, and the figure is a secret code.

The underworld changes every other day.

What this means is the loot from the

jewel robbery has been put on the market.

The question is only by who.

- If the Lord hadn't quit the business

once and for all, we'd had a go for him.

This is just his kind of job.

Anyway, one thing we can be sure of.

Tonight's the night. I bet the stones...

will be changing the ownership. Probably,

they land in the clutches of The Snake.

He the first one in line every time,

on these occasions.

Are you interested

in some inexpensive garden furniture?

And they're all perfect stones.

This is the end of you, Snake.

Blasted mist!

I want you to take a look at these men.

And if you feel,

you can identify any of them, tell me.

Go closer, you'll be quite all right.

Yes.

Yes.

And he, too. But where are the other two?

I don't see the boy.

And his father's not here.

- His father won't make any trouble again.

Lights!

- The rest of you can go home. Goodbye.

Move over there, come on.

Well, Gentlemen. So our little prayer

went off well, didn't it?

Someone outside to speak to you.

- I haven't any time, now.

It's the son of that man Lord.

- Why didn't you say that? Give him in.

Am I going to get my property back,

Inspector? That's the one.

He's the son.

- Yes, yes. One thing at the time, please.

So, I hear you, Lord's boy.

All right, come on.

My father told me that,

if anything went wrong,

to give you this bag.

Would you kindly take a look at this?

Here they are, Inspector. Here they are!

- That's good.

Will you check them? Let's see

if there are not missing a few.

Take a seat. All right, sit down. There.

What do they call you? You father put

a name on you, when you where born?

Jimmy Graeme.

- Are you connected with Larry Graeme?

Yes, he was my uncle...

my father's brother.

Oh, I've got it now.

Lord wanted to get The Snake...

for his brother's death.

- Yes. You were to have this and guess,

my father was killed.

Here is something odd. The same paper

and the machine that makes that high

"I'm interested. Thursday, half an hour

before midnight, White Chapel.

The car dump just off Silverstreet."

The Snake, all right?

Wait outside, will you, for a moment?

I should be needing you again, Jimmy.

Ok. What have you got to say'? Don't lie

to me and don't make up any fairy tales.

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