It's all over, Poirot. Open your eyes, now.
Hastings, this is the last time.
You might not like it, Poirot, but you can't ignore it.
It's part of our lives.
- A window on the world. - Barbaric!
I care not for this type of criminal,
nor for the detectives of the United States,
who shoot first, and ask the questions later.
Ah, come on Poirot! It's not all machine guns and mobsters.
In fact, when it comes to criminal investigation,
the FBI is second to none.
Oh! Except for Scotland Yard, of course.
Yes well, I'll let you know, soon enough, if they live up to their reputation.
They're sending us one of their agents over on temporary assignment.
Mon Dieu! Does that mean that the gangsters of America,
are preparing to stalk the streets of London?
No fear.
No, it's a spy case of some kind.
He's following up a lead over here, and I gotta work with him.
I hope he does not take after his film counterpart, Monsieur Brick Davis.
For me, the party tonight of your friend, Monsieur Parker, will be excitement enough.
This can't be the place, surely.
There must have been some kind of mistake.
Campden Hill Gate.
Well, for 80 pounds a year,
they must be subletting the boiler room.
Five room flat with all the modern conveniences.
Number six is on the first floor.
Come on, James.
Don't tell me.
Number six, the cheap flat.
Don't waste your time dear, it's been let.
And rude!
The moment I uttered my name,
they slammed the door in my face.
Stella?
Perhaps they just didn't like the look of her.
- Good evening, We understand... - Name?
Robinson. Mr. And Mrs. Robinson. We were hope...
Oh!
Thank you.
It was like a melting frost.
All smiles. She rushed us in, and we were shown over the flat.
Which was terrific. We're moving in right away.
Well, perhaps it's haunted.
Scene of a grisly murder.
Oh, don't!!
For that price, you can haunt away.
How about our detective friends?
Monsieur Poirot, you're the expert. What do you think?
Unfortunately, in the matter of ghosts, I am no expert.
But there are two things which are odd, you see.
The flat had been advertised for some time.
Strange, when you consider how low the rent was.
Well, you've seen the advertisement before and didn't bother with it?
We thought it was a hoax.
Eventually, we only went out of curiosity.
- We thought, as we were in the area... - Precisely.
That's just what everyone else thought.
But why was that other woman turned away just before we called?
And yet, we were welcomed with open arms.
Ah ha, yes! Now come on, Arthur.
How do you get out of that one?
Well, it's obvious, isn't it?
She must have gone to the wrong flat.
You see? Captain Hastings can explain every mystery.
Thank you, Miss Lemon.
- Morning, Poirot. - Good morning.
Morning, Miss Lemon.
Mr. Poirot has been telling me about your skillful deductions,
at Teddy Parker's party, last night.
You know Poirot, I sometimes think you don't give me credit where its due.
I know it all seemed rather simplistic to you but I was merely being tactful.
Tactful?
Well, it's obvious, isn't it?
The Robinsons have overlooked something in their agreement.
They'll find out what it is soon enough.
I just hope it doesn't come as too much of a shock.
I see.
Well Hastings, I am glad that you show concern
for the problem of the Robinsons.
It will make our inquiries all the more worthwhile.
- Inquiries? - What inquiries?
Come, Hastings, before you become buried in the pages of the racing.
I can't see why do you want to waste your time on such a trivial matter.
Hastings, you do surprise me.
I am well aware that this modest case has not the same dramatic appeal,
as the dealings of Mr. Cagney and his G-men.
Even so, it is a mystery and worthy of our attention.
Thank you.
So, this dame thinks she's heading for the hand-off.
What she ain't thinking is federal agent Burt
is playing for the home team.
And with the FBI quarter back in,
and you guys from Scotland Yard running interference,
she ain't going to make five yards, never mind a touch down, right?
Right!
Let's move our butts.
All right, lads. We reassemble at midday.
Poirot, this is federal agent Burt.
May I introduce Hercule Poirot, the private detective,
and his associate, Captain Hastings.
The American crime buster.
Japp, I hope you are not so short of manpower,
you're hiring a shamus.
What are they good for?
Chasing lost dogs.
This is a matter of international security we're dealing with here.
I have no intention of hiring anyone, Burt.
And if you must know, Mr. Poirot here has an outstanding reputation.
Oh!
A gumshoe of distinction.
And I suppose Al Capone is running for President.
Yeah.
Yeah? Yeah, yeah.
So what?
Might as well keep trying.
You only heard what?
Listen, pal, don't give me this brotherhood garbage...
This err..., liaison transatlantique does not live up to his expectations?
Basically, to use a technical term, it's a disaster.
He's taken over my office, my secretary and my car.
Now he wants my best men to stake out the Italian embassy.
Stake out?
Clandestine surveillance round the clock.
If the London underworld find out that half of my division are tied down,
they'll have a field day.
Quite so. But why this need for surveillance?
Six months ago, a minor clerk
stole the blueprints for a new submarine from the US Admiralty.
There could be serious consequences if they fall into the wrong hands.
It could be a catastrophe.
The one thing Il Duce lacks is a strong navy.
Exactly.
And apparently, with half a dozen of these submarines,
he could control the Mediterranean.
The FBI has found out that a woman's got the blueprint
since she's come to London to sell them.
Ah, now I remember.
Was it not the Romero Affair?
La femme fatale who dared to double cross the Mafia, uh?
Was she not, at some point point of her career, a canary?
- A canary? - Yes, that's right.
A dance band singer.
What Mr. Burt calls a chanteuse.
Good grief!
Really Hastings, you must try to keep up with the modern idioms, uh?
And she is here, now?
Jim, step into my office for a minute, please.
I've had a word with that Brian.
He's expecting you down at the records office.
Sorry about the delay, sir.
There's a few Robinsons on the file.
The Robinsons we've got were drunk and disorderly,
an assault on the member of the clergy
and the throwing stones, with intent to do damage to the railway.
Nothing on a Stella or James Robinson.
You see? They're just a nice, innocent couple.
During the last six months, can you recall any crime, as yet unsolved,
where the chief suspects might be a young couple?
Nothing comes to mind immediately, sir.
Except Bonnie and Clyde, of course,
but they're at large somewhere in the American midwest.
And let's us hope that is where they remain.
But they're friends of Parker's.
I've known Parker since we were at school.
He doesn't have friends who are criminals.
Er.. Monsieur Poirot?
- Oh! Monsieur Poole! Good morning. - Good morning.
- This is my associate, Captain Hastings. - Morning!
- Shall we go in? - Thank you.
- Magnificent facade, isn't it? - Yes, indeed.
One of the finest I have seen in London.
Monsieur Poole, are all the apartments in this block of the same layout?
Ah yes, exactly.
This is the seating room.
It's been designed of the highest standards.
Here, for example, is the latest in inset electric fire,
fully built in,
and with the one or two bar option.
- It's very tasteful, isn't it? - Yes, indeed.
Poirot, you're not going to learn any more about the Robinsons,
by looking round an empty flat.
Hastings, it is always wise to make a thorough inspection,
before arriving at the final decision.
I don't follow you.
Hastings, I have a sudden desire to take an apartment in Campden Hill Gate.
This apartment.
The kitchen has been equipped with the most modern appliances.
Every shelf and cupboard has been discreetly put in,
providing an environment delightful
to even the most particular of cooks.
Monsieur Poole, tell me,
for what purpose is this little doorway?
It's for the dust bins.
They're collected twice weekly from the back stairwell.
It would appear that the architects have thought of every convenience.
Why don't you examine the place at your leisure?
I'll wait for you downstairs.
- You are most kind. - Not at all. Take your time.
Think of the expense, Poirot.
Six guineas a week.
Ah, but that is a small cost, Hastings,
to pursue the mystery of great intrigue.
Intrigue?
It will probably turn out to be something perfectly simple.
Eccentric landlady moved to benevolence by plight of homeless newlyweds.
But this does not explain, Hastings, why the cheap flat below this
have been advertised for so long and nobody took it.
Well perhaps they all found something wrong with it.
And the Robinsons did not?
Did they strike you as being the gullible young couple, Hastings?
No, they didn't.
So we may assume that they possess a special quality
that the others were lacking, non?
They're just an ordinary couple.
Voilà! There lies the intrigue.
Well? What do you think?
Monsieur Poole, I think that the apartment is exactly what I want,
and I will take possession immediately.
You've made a wise decision.
These flats won't be on the market for very long.
And the rent is very reasonable by today's standards.
Taxi.
Yes, but not as reasonable as that of the Robinsons', huh?
Oh! You know the Robinsons?
Oh yes, indeed.
In fact, they have just moved in, is that not so?
The Robinsons? In number six?
They moved in six months ago.
Splendid party the other night.
Glad you enjoyed it, old boy.
Those Robinsons seemed very pleasant.
What does he do, you know? Mr. Robinson?
Do? I'm not sure.
Hasn't been in town long.
Salt of the earth, though.
Where are they from?
I dunno. Out of town, somewhere.
So how did you know them?
Well, that was a bit odd, as a matter of fact.
- Yeah? - Yes.
Veronica and I went to the theater.
We'd ordered some drinks for the interval.
When we got there, there were these people drinking them.
- Really? - Absolutely.
It seems we'd ordered the same drinks.
Our little settee's at number six.
Theirs was number nine, and it was upside down.
- Dash awkward, remember. - I see.
Hastings, you're late.
I had a bit of a run-in with the doorman.
Thought he wasn't going to let me into the building.
Really?
Well, it seems there's some foreign fellow,
hanging around, asking questions about the Robinsons.
It wasn't you, was it?
Certainly not.
He's probably the man who has been watching the flats.
Watching the flats?
Maybe they're not as innocent as they seem.
Suppose they're tied up in some shady import export business.
Drugs. White slavery.
Hastings, you have the most fertile imagination.
Well, nobody seems to know where the Robinsons have come from.
Parker doesn't know anything about them at all.
Perhaps they've just returned from abroad.
If this is true, Hastings, you will soon have the opportunity to find out.
But now, please, we must begin our work.
Hastings, please bring my valise.
Right.
Ah Hastings,
I am about to enter the flat of the Robinsons,
after the method of the dust bins.
You're going to break into their flat!?
No, no. Not break in precisely, mon ami.
But I have to provide for later.
But Poirot, it's Saturday afternoon.
They're bound to be at home.
That is exactly what I'm hoping, mon ami.
Because you are about to play the role of a friendly neighbor
who just happens to be passing by.
I want you to keep the young couple occupied while I perform my task.
Wouldn't it be easier to wait until they go out?
Hastings, these are things I have already considered.
While they are out, the doorway, it is always locked.
What am I gonna say?
Captain Hastings! Do come in.
Hello? Hastings!
What brings you to this nick of the woods?
If you ask me, the natural curiosity of private investigators prompted this visit.
No, not at all.
In fact, I had some business to attend to in Brompton Road.
I remembered you were living nearby.
I suddenly thought,
"The Robinsons! Of course they're bound to know."
Now, should I use badger hair,
or will an ordinary brush do the trick?
I'm sorry?
Well, what I wanted is sort of a bush gray, in spite of being too obvious...
I don't want to take risks.
I mean it sometimes does a lot, doesn't it?
I'm dead set against it.
You see, you've got a choice.
Horse silk, or bristle, or badger hair.
And apparently, a fine steel comb produces the same effect,
and is better on walls and floors. More defined.
Captain Hastings, what would one be doing with badger hair and a steel comb?
Oh! Didn't I say?
Dragging and combing?
You know what a fine effect it creates on woodwork.
Only, I'm not exactly a dab hand when it comes to decorating,
so I thought I call on you for an expert opinion.
The only time I did anything like this,
was when I got assigned to my assertment in France.
Not like you, with all the work you've done.
Hastings, we haven't done a thing.
We've only moved in yesterday and er..
I have to admit I wouldn't know badger hair brush from a bucket of beef stew.
Oh! You're too modest.
I'm sure you were both influenced by the spirit of the Renaisance,
during your time in Italy.
Italy?
Whatever gave you that idea?
Parker said you've just returned from the Continent?
No.
We came down from Cambridge
when James was offered the position at London Mutual.
We've never been on the Continent.
Insurance! Now there's an interesting subject.
In fact, I've been intending to take a new policy on...
What on earth was that?
It came from the kitchen.
- I didn't hear anything. - I'd better take a look.
Oh! Allow me.
Detective's perogative.
Never know, it might be one of the ghosts.
Wind blew it open, I expect.
I should keep this bolted, if I were you.
You never know who's about.
I don't know what the Robinsons would have said if they'd seen
the foot of Hercule Poirot disappearing into the twilight of the back stairwell.
I am indebted to your quick thinking, mon ami.
I can't believe the Robinsons have anything to hide.
If anyone's behaving in a suspicious mannner,
it's that woman who let the flat to them.
But did it not strike to you as odd, mon ami
that the estate agent's description of Madame Robinson
was so very different from the Madame Robinson that we know?
Not the most observant of fellows.
Perhaps they are different Madame Robinsons, hm?
Perhaps his Madame Robinson had been waiting a long time,
to find a subtenant of the same name.
Why on earth would she do that?
It's strange.
That gardener is a dead ringer for Japp's man, Sergeant Daltry.
Your eyes, they do not deceive you, mon ami.
If I am not mistaken, this van is the nerve center
of Inspector Japp's stakeout at the Italian Embassy.
What are you two doing here?
Well, it happens that we were passing by and er...
Well, it is necessary to satisfy the curiosity of Hastings.
Poirot.
You better come inside, before somebody sees you.
So look, all the exits are covered, front and back.
And we have a couple of unmarked cars just standing by,
in case she decides to "take it on the lam".
Whichever way, as soon as Carla Romero shows up, we're ready to nab her.
A well staged operation, Mr. Burt.
I am glad I could be of some help.
Who is that man?
Oh, he's in and out all the time.
Some tourist in trouble, I guess.
Suppose Carla Romero never comes.
Suppose she sends someone else.
All right, as a private dick, what would you do?
Just walk right in there, and ask him to call us when the blueprints show up?
I would concentrate my efforts on trying to find Carla Romero.
She is a young, attractive American.
And travelling alone, she would be a figure most conspicuous.
Alone, she might, but we know she's travelling with an accomplice.
Monsieur Burt, I understand that she has had some dealings with the Mafia.
When will you guys understand there is no such thing as the Mafia,
the Black Hand or the Cosa Nostra?
Sure, there's some immigrants families of mainly southern European extraction,
who push each other around, but organized crime, no sir!
Non.
No, thank you, but...
Yes, I am sure that she is.
Yes but, you see, that is of no interest.
No, no interest at all. None whatsoever.
But, thank you. Yes.
Goodbye.
Hastings, I've telephoned fourteen night clubs.
Eight of them have the chanteuses, but none of them American.
Three of them have a male crooners,
one of them has a magician, one a pianist,
and the Black Cat won't answer the telephone.
What are you looking for?
Suppose Hastings,
that Carla Romero is forced to return to her old trade,
to support her while she's waiting to sell those documents.
It's possible, I suppose.
Why are you so interested in Carla Romero all of a sudden?
Why not let the FBI solve their own cases?
But there is a connection, perhaps, with the Robinsons.
The man that I saw entering the Italian Embassy,
is the same man who has been watching their apartment.
And do you not find it intriguing, Hastings,
that the only club who did not answer the telephone
was the Black Cat?
Good afternoon.
I wonder, could you tell me please, is the manager here?
Back there.
Thank you.
Most kind.
Ah, ah.
Just a minute! Who is it?
Hercule Poirot.
Come again?
Poirot. And you?
I've got nothing to hide. Bernie Cole.
- Come in. - Thank you.
Everyone knows me, anyway.
Bernie Cole, king of the clubs.
Didn't you use to come down to the old Caprice?
Non.
What do you want to learn, anyway?
Nothing illicit, I trust.
Huh huh, certainly not.
Pardon monsieur, but is that not the telephone under there?
No.
Well..., yes.
Drives you mad, doesn't it?
Some people.
Monsieur, Mademoiselle Elsa Hart is singing here, is she not?
Who wants to know?
There is a poster outside.
No, what I want to know is, is Elsa Hart American?
No.
Ah!
I heard her in New York once, you understand.
Oh yes?
Oh, she's Canadian, like those Dionne quintuplets.
Its gonna be all the rage soon, Canada.
We'll have Canadian this, Canadian that.
Bernie Cole can always spot a trend.
Known for it.
But if the manager says she's Canadian...
But of course she would tell him that, Hastings.
She has stolen the blueprints.
Her enemies are pursuing her.
She changes her name, why not also her nationality?
Yes, I suppose so.
Then, in spite of all her precautions,
she discovered that someone has tracked her down.
So, she decides to leave her own apartment,
and to install someone of the same name.
The Robinsons!
Oh! You mean the landlady is using them as a decoy.
Yes, mon ami.
The charitable landlady, the devious agent of espionage
and, perhaps, also the singer Elsa Hart,
are surely one and the same.
I thought I was the one with the fertile imagination.
This is fantastic.
No Hastings.
This is a plot of sinister dimensions.
The Robinsons are to be the victims of a ruthless assassin.
Good evening.
Penélope Maitland, from the Lady's Companion.
I sent a note around earlier.
Ah, yes. Very nice, too!
Please, come in.
Why do you never answer your telephone?
You get all these nuisance calls these days, don't you?
A friendly word of warning, my dear.
She wasn't keen on the idea.
She may seem a bit frosty.
Put it down towards artistic temperament.
I'm sure you're used to dealing with all sorts of people in your line of business.
Yes, indeed.
Straight down the corridor, second on the left. Good luck.
Come and see me afterwards, for a drink.
Miss Elsa Hart?
Yes?
Penélope Maitland, from the Lady's Companion.
Why don't you come in?
I see your repertoire includes "Lullabye of Broadway".
It's one of my own favorites.
Really? Glad you like it.
Now, Miss er... Maitland,
why would the readers of the er...
Lady's Companion.
Right.
Why would anyone wanna read about a nightclub singer?
It's the glamour and the romance, Miss Hart.
The image of the modern woman.
Now I understand you've only been in England a short time.
She says she has been touring the capital cities of Europe,
with her husband for the past nine months?
Yes, working in a variety of nightclubs.
But our intrepid journalist was not convinced, uh?
Anyone who claims to have been staghunting in the Bois de Bologne, Mr. Poirot,
has been seriously misinformed about life on the continent.
Extraordinaire!
There was something more?
There was a song sheet in her dressing room.
An American publication dating back to last January.
I have it on good authority,
it isn't obtainable outside the United States.
It could only have been obtained in America.
Miss Lemon,
I believe that the newest recruit of the Lady's Companion
has made a scoop.
It's gone midnight.
How long are we going to wait?
All night, if necessary, mon ami.
I'm afraid you may lose your beauty sleep.
I wouldn't get a wink, anyway,
trying to find about who's who in this espionage business.
It is a devious affair.
How did Romero manage to steal the documents, in the first place?
Carla Romero was not a thief, mon ami,
but a temptress.
Hastings, I will recount to you a little history.
It is a story that it will remind you of your favorite cinema.
To begin,
we have to go back six months, to the East side of New York,
where the notorious Carla Romero
was working as a singer in a nightclub.
♪
She has sort out to seduced a young clerk,
in the American Department of the Navy.
His name was Luigi Valdano.
How did it go?
Like taking candy from a baby.
I'll get ready.
Meet you out front in ten minutes.
He was so besotted with this siren,
that persuading him to steal the secret papers
from the US Navy was an easy task.
Unknown to Valdarno,
the accomplice of Carla Romero in this sinister plot was her husband.
That same night, Valdarno drove Carla Romero to a deserted wharf,
where he believed she had arrange a rendezvous
with an agent of the Italian government.
The blueprints for the new American submarine,
would be exchanged for half a million dollars.
This is it, baby.
Take it nice and slow.
Luigi.
You made it all too easy.
Carla, no!
Goodbye, lover boy.
Lets get out of here.
Their instructions have been to deliver the blueprints
to their contact in the brotherhood.
But Romero and her husband had a better idea.
Instead of passing the documents to her masters in the Mafia,
Carla Romero and her husband fled across the Atlantic,
under the name of Robinson,
to sell the documents for their own gain.
Then they discovered they had an assassin on their trail.
Yes. The deception of Carla Romero so infuriated the Mafia,
that their code of honor would demand revenge.
Prepare yourself, mon brave.
Our visitor has arrived.
Slowly, Hastings, we must be the quietest of chapel mouse.
I still think it would have been safer to evacuate the Robinsons.
To do so, would have created the unnecessary attention.
If they are as innocent as I suspect,
it would be better that they know nothing of this.
He is breaking the lock of the front door.
Hastings, pass me a revolver.
Take up your position as planned.
Hastings, the gun!
He's nowhere to be seen.
Poirot, this is a disaster.
Do not worry, mon ami. He will not return here tonight.
Our young friends are safe.
But now it is time to make our acquaintance with the elusive Carla Romero.
Hastings, Poirot.
Chief Inspector, Monsieur Burt.
All right, let's go.
Come on, lads!
Evening, Mr. Poirot.
Good evening, Monsieur Cole.
You're a quiet one.
You'll put in a good word for me with the Chief Inspector, eh?
Have no fear, Monsieur Cole.
You see, Agent Burt.
Sometimes a lost dog can be found in a place so conspicuous,
it is the last to be considered.
You better be right, Poirot, or I'll be the one chasing lost dogs... in Alaska.
I think we can rely on Mister Poirot's little grey cells, Burt.
She's performing her last song now, Chief Inspector.
Let's hope so, Mr. Cole.
As soon as she leaves the stage, I want you to clear the building.
You can depend on me, Chief.
That's Carla Maria Romero, all right.
Let's tackle her.
- What do think you're playing at? - Why?
You can't go waving guns about. Give that to me.
Are you kidding me?
You just give that to me or the whole operation's off.
Nobody's going to believe this.
The idea.
Look after this, constable.
Right.
Oh no, please, after you.
I'll just stay in the background with my knitting.
Ya?
Ah! Mademoiselle Hart.
I had hope to find you here.
Monsieur.
This a deputation of admirers, or something?
Ah well, in a way, yes.
Mademoiselle Hart, indeed, you have a fine voice.
- Can we just do this? - Alright, alright.
The life of a chanteuse is a glamorous one.
Are we gonna talk her to death, or what?
But your real talents, Mademoiselle,
the cunning and deception are far more taxing, non?
What do you think you're doing here?
Is this a party, or something?
Yeah. A farewell party, sweetie.
Mademoiselle Hart.
Or do you prefer to be called Carla Romero?
Or perhaps even, Madame Robinson?
With an assassin on your trail,
you substituted the other Robinsons into your flat.
You have been very clever.
But there is one thing I must know, Madame.
Was it you who first realized
the value of Valdarno's position at the Department of the Navy?
Yeah, I had all the big ideas.
They just palmed all the green backs.
And there could never be a position for a woman of your ingenuity in the Ma..
Pardon!
- In the Brotherhood. - Brotherhood?
Look, the FBI is unequivocal in this matter.
There is no such thing as the goddamn Brotherhood.
- They wouldn't listen to me. - Oh yeah.
So you thought you just take on the whole world.
Well, it's the end of the road for you, lady.
So, why don't you just hand over the bueprints now, we can all go home?
Washington will be glad to get this back.
Right, move it. You too.
You thought you could kill Luigi
and double-cross the Cosa Nostra?
But it's wrong, sister.
Now we are going to settle the score.
This is good.
Everybody's got a hitter except the good guys.
You just gonna stand there and let him shoot me?
- That's my gun. - Poirot!
- No no no, mon ami.
I have no time for these so called mobsters of America.
I have seen enough of this charade.
One or more to move, its goodnight.
Good night!
And good riddance!
This is a respectable club.
Arrivederci, Carla.
So, Hastings, never will you trust your old friend, uh?
I took the precaution to remove the bullets,
while we were in the apartment of the Robinsons.
How did you know he'd follow us here?
When we left Campden Hill Gate, the assassin was lying in wait.
I mentioned our rendezvous with Carla Romero
so that he will be sure to follow.
So, Agent Burt, we have killed both the birds with one shot, uh?
And without firing a single shot.
It's no way to run a country.
So, you say this uh...
association of criminals
sent a hitman after Miss Romero, eh?
Yes, but she had planned to deceive them,
by installing the young couple of the same name
in her old apartment.
And what about your joke with the gun, Poirot?
Ah! Well, Inspector, you and Capt. Hastings,
are so fond of the suspense,
how could I resist the temptation,
to bring this intriguing case to the most dramatic climax.
Well, Mr. Poirot,
I've really got to hand it to you.
You're most kind, Monsieur.
And the US Government, I'm sure,
would like to reward you for all your efforts.
The Navy will always be in your debt.
Tea is ready.
In the kitchen, if you don't mind.
That's terribly kind of you.
A gang of burglars working in the whole building?
Quite extraordinary.
Do you expect to catch them?
Unfortunately not, madam.
They were a professional outfit.
They would have had a man on watch.
By the time we were arrived, they were gone.
I suppose we should be grateful nothing was stolen.
And we should thank Captain Hastings for his vigilance.
Because, if he had not noticed that the door for the dustbin had b--
I say!
Look at this!
Now, there's a real professional's tool, if ever I saw one.
Very careless to leave it behind, if you ask me.
Perhaps I should have it checked for fingerprints.
You will find nothing, Chief Inspector.
For the real professional,
he wears the gloves.
Sub & correction by titta for Addicted.com.