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that Krishna is The Snake.

Krishna?

- Well, or he's his right hand.

I just can't believe it.

- As Hamlet said there are more things...

In any case it was Krishna, who slipped

that mamba in your bed, last night.

What?

- Yes. We even have a witness.

Mr Sutton?

- Brownie, I have a question...

Just a moment. Hello, Brownie.

- Sir?

The Blueman Rusk Glassworks Company has

delivered special frosted glass windows

about a week ago, right?

- That's right, Sir.

Oh, thank you. For what reason

where those windows ordered?

You see, Sir, it was my night off,

and Leslie was on duty.

Krishna told me that a char woman

dropped her bucket and...

Can you recall on what date that was?

- Yes, I can. It happened on March 20th,

the day of my wife's...

- Thank you, Brownie. That'll do.

Well, Mr Sutton, what do you say'?

Does that give you any ideas?

No.

- Leslie was murdered on March 20th!

We found splinters of frosted glass

embedded his scalp!

My late husband first called him Krishna,

I think. He had come here as a keeper...

with a ship of animals

and somehow just remained with us.

Thank you, James. You may go,

I'll take care of it.

Were you satisfied with Krishna?

- Yes, we were. Absolutely.

Are you waiting for someone, Mrs Mulford?

- No. It's just an oddity of mine.

You see, I lost my husband under very

tragic circumstances, Inspector.

Do you want sugar?

- No, thank you. Forgive me, Mrs Mulford,

if I open any old wounds up,

but you said you have lost...

your husband under tragic circumstances?

- Yes, he committed suicide.

My husband had aided his brother

to leave the country for Australia

without knowing that he was involved

in some criminal activity.

Then some weird creatures

learned of this and resorted blackmail.

My husband was finally forced

to take the only way out.

Have you been able to learn

the criminals identity?

No. But you may be sure that I shall

go on hoping for the day to come...

when this criminal

is brought to justice.

Yes. Let's hope so.

Don't take any notice.

Old women often get rather garrulous.

What am I being sitting on?

- Can I help you?

You were sitting on this, of course.

- Ah, it's "The Red Killer".

The red what?

- You must read this.

A new thriller by my niece.

It's really splendid.

This is the first chapter,

and Beryl has already managed 8 death.

What have you found?

- Rather amusing.

Is this really your niece's work?

- Yes.

I'd very much like to borrow

the manuscript for a few hours.

It'll be better if I don't...

- I won't give the game away.

Promise me that. Or I'll tell you how

it ends. The gardener is the murderer.

Well, Inspector. Rest absolutely assured, The Snake's letter and the manuscript...

were typed on one and the same machine.

- That must be an error.

This is unbelievable.

- Unbelievable or not, I'm certain.

But besides the matter of the raised "E"

there are 17 other characteristics...

that support my proposition.

Look here. If these are really...

May I complete my analysis, Sir?

I'm sure the manuscript and paper...

you gave me to verify were taped

by two completely different persons.

What did you say'?

- The person who typed the manuscript...

was a touch-typist.

The strokes are extremely light.

Each stroke was hard, hammered down.

Something like the hunt- and pick-system

used by police constables.

I beg you pardon.

Why did you have to tell Miss Stedman

what I told you?

It just slipped out, I'm sorry.

- It was a mistake.

Don't you have something else to say'?

- I? No, why?

The plane tickets for Miss Stedman

and you were not delivered yesterday...

to the villa. They were brought here.

- What?

Oh, yes.

I forgot to mention it to you.

We're flying to Nairobi.

I mean... It wasn't my idea.

It was her aunt's decision.

You know how she is.

- I know how she is.

If you know that, leave me in peace.

I'm worried about other things.

You don't love her?

- No.

You're lying.

Come now, Millie. You know

that whatever I do is for both of us.

No, it's only for you. It's 6 years now

that my life has been a mockery.

Even this job as your secretary is...

- I didn't force you to do that.

No, but it was the one way,

I could possibly get to see you.

Come now. I'm doing all this for you.

- You give me money,

I can buy everything, I want to.

Only, I cannot buy one thing,

what I want most. Love.

Millie...

- I'm warning you, Frank.

I'm warning you.

Don't forget about The Snake.

You might find a choice next week.

What did you say'?

- Leave me alone.

Millie! Darling.

I promise you that I shall fly alone.

And when I return,

we'll begin afresh.

Really?

- I swear it. I love you, Millie.

Darling. I got to go now.

I'll be back in a minute.

Wait downstairs for me.

The mamba you gave me to examine

was incapable of using it's fangs.

Because both of them had been pulled out.

- When, Green?

Don't sit and look.

- Come on then!

I should say round about 2 days ago.

My counts seem quite certain.

The telex from Calcutta

has just come in.

This is a stroke of luck.

Look here. We'd better...

Yes, thank you.

You'll better get me 2 cars.

You wouldn't have alight,

would you?

Thank you.

Hello, is anyone here?

Yes, Miss Stedman?

- Hello, Miss Trent.

I was supposed to meet Mr Sutton.

Do you know if he has left?

Yes.

- When will he be in again?

He'll take a plane tomorrow morning.

- Did he take our plane-tickets...

along with him?

- You won't go on that plane.

Won't I?

- No!

I trust this is a joke! We mustn't begin

another scene, Miss Trent. I find...

the entire business absurd!

- So do I. You'll not go on that plane.

Had you been drinking?

- I have not been drinking.

I'm thoroughly fed up

with all the play-acting.

Millie. Darling.

I promise you that I shall fly alone,

and when I return...

we'll begin afresh.

- Really?

I swear it. I love you.

Frank Sutton and I are married.

For 6 years,

if it's any of your affairs.

He's married to me and he's going

to stay married to me. To me!

Yes, yes. That's her car.

Will you wait, Stanley?

Hello, Miss Stedman. Good day.

Do you often walk by yourself this way?

- Do please leave me.

I'm in a great hurry.

- The car is quicker.

That's my concern.

- Naturally. May I ask you something?

Will you be on the plane with Mr Sutton

tomorrow?.........- No!

So you won't be on it?

- No!

How upset Mr Sutton will be.

- I never want to hear his name again!

Now, isn't that a pretty

hard thing to say'?

He has been married all the while.

- Yes, I've heard. Miss Millie Trent.

Actually their marriage took place

in Calcutta in the year 1957.

You knew all the time!

- Yes, I did, and a few other things.

Excuse me for a moment. Hello, Stanley.

Let things start rolling now, please.

Yes, Sir. What about Mrs Mulford?

- That's ok.

Has Lomm come yet?

- No, Sir. Not yet.

No matter. Let's crack on. And now

we two will take a little ride...

in your sports car out to your house.

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