Anything?
That's Hoffberg's car!
That's Hoffberg.
And that's our man.
Van Braks.
All right, let Hoffberg go inside. No call to alarm him.
Henrik Van Braks,
we have a warrant for your arrest,
on the charge of receiving gem stones knowing them to be stolen.
Rubbish!
Never you mind about rubbish, you're coming with us.
Miss Lemon!
Miss Lemon?
Miss Lemon, I have the cakes.
On the blue and golden plates, I think.
- With perhaps a little flower. - Flower?
- Non? - No, Mr. Poirot.
Very well.
But arranged symmetrically.
Marie Marvelle, she is the great artiste.
Where is Captain Hastings?
He's not back from lunch yet.
What is he thinking of?
It is half past three!
He was lunching at his club.
Faugh! That club!
Now, Mr Von Braks, you have no objection to being searched, I take it?
I would have the strongest possible objection, Chief Inspector,
without the attendance of my lawyer.
And why, might I ask, would you need a lawyer,
if you're as innocent as you make out?
You are not dealing with some bumpkin, Chief Inspector.
I am a man not without influence, even in your country.
Oh, really?
What's cooking?
Nothing is cooking, Hastings.
The cook is waiting for you to finish your last game of billiards at your club.
Marie Marvelle is coming to tea.
Who?
What's up?
You do not know who is Marie Marvelle?
Can't say I do, no.
These look good, Poirot.
Marie Marvelle is the greatest film star Belgium has ever produced.
I think she is the only film star Belgium ever produced.
You do not remember "La Tendresse Orageuse"?
- La what? - "Un Drôle de Coeur"?
I didn't even know they made films in Belgium.
Why is it the fate of Hercule Poirot to live among such philistines?
Hastings, Marie Marvelle and her husband, Gregorie Rolf,
are stars of international reknown.
- They have made... - Er.
That was Miss Marvelle.
She can't come.
But...
Can you call on her, at her hotel, instead?
Come, Hastings.
Well, I'll do that, sir.
Yes, sir.
Right.
Well, there seems to be some...
...procedural difficulty, about this.
You can go for now, Mr. Van Braks.
Thank you, Chief Inspector.
What did the Commissioner say?
Never you mind what the Commissioner said.
Marie Marvelle has conquered the world, mon ami,
and now she wishes to consult Hercule Poirot.
- What? - It is the natural progression.
Because you see, Hastings, the ladies, they always seek Poirot for help.
Because Poirot, you understand, has this particular sensitivity...
Mademoiselle Marvelle,
Hercule Poirot.
Arthur Hastings.
I apologise for not coming to your office.
But I did not dare to leave the hotel...
... after the last of these arrived this afternoon.
Merci.
Cheap paper.
With the name and address carefully printed.
"The great diamond, which is the left eye of the god,"
"must return whence it came."
The second one is exactly the same.
Ah! But not the third.
"You have not obeyed."
"Now the diamond will be taken from you."
"At the full of the moon, the two diamonds,"
"which are the left and the right eye of the god"
"shall return."
"So it is written."
Strong stuff.
Mademoiselle,
these letters, they did not come by post?
No.
They were delivered downstairs.
By a China man.
That is what frightens me.
It was from a China man in San Francisco
that Gregorie bought the stone three years ago.
A reputable diamond merchant?
No.
He approached Gregorie in a restaurant.
Poor Gregorie said he seemed terrified.
And he only asked about a tenth of its value.
He said it was called...
... The Western Star.
This story seems of a romanticism almost unbelievable.
And, yet, who knows?
When is the next full of the moon?
Friday. I looked it up.
Three days time?
Mademoiselle,
this belle histoire, it may be a hoax, but it may not.
Therefore I counsel you to place the diamond in my keeping
until after Friday.
Then, we can take what steps we please.
That is not possible.
We're going to Yardly Chase for the weekend.
Pardon if I am dense, mademoiselle,
but surely it is possible for you to go to Yardly Chase without taking the diamond with you.
I want to wear it there.
I've just remembered. It was in tableau last week,
about Lady Yardly having a diamond called The Eastern Star.
And how it was meant to be one eye of some Chinese God.
The Western Star was the other, and it belonged to a film star.
Mademoiselle, could we be permitted to see the Western Star?
Me and my husband are in negotiation with Lord Yardly.
We want to make a film in Yardly Chase.
It's a beautiful place.
We shoot the film entirely on location, at the house.
Elizabeth and Sussex.
- Essex. - Well, something.
So, you are acquainted already with Lord and Lady Yardly?
Gregorie met them when he was in California, a few years ago.
- Thank you, madam. - Merci.
I do not believe the diamonds are twins.
I do not believe the diamond of Lady Yardly...
... is as good as mine.
Épatant! Without a flaw. Cent tonnerres! (Amazing!)
You will leave it with Papa Poirot?
Good morning.
Gregorie is here!
Darling!
So!
This is the famous Monsieur Poirot.
Enchanté, Monsieur. I am Gregorie Rolf.
Enchanté. This is my associate, Captain Hastings.
- How do you do? - Enchanté.
Well! So, what does Monsieur Poirot thinks of our little problem?
As one big joke, as I do?
I have advised your wife, monsieur,
not to take the jewel with her when she visits Yardly Chase, on Friday.
I agree, monsieur.
But a woman is a woman, you know?
She can't bear the idea of another woman outshining her in the jewelry department.
That's nonsense!
My dear lady, I have given my advice.
I can do no more.
I've been after him for months.
So Monsieur Van Braks is of interest to you?
Trouble is, I don't lay a finger on him.
Is he one of the Van Braks' armament family?
He is the Van Braks' armament family.
And he's got this little hobby.
More like an obsession.
He collects diamonds.
I did not know that.
No, not many people do, because he's not too particular how they come by,
if you take my meaning.
What they call a secret collection.
He's mixed up with this dealer called Hoffberg, in Hatton Garden.
There's something going on, I know there is.
If I lay a finger on Van Braks, the Commissioner will be down on me
like a ton of bricks.
It all sounds too complicated for me, mon ami.
What were you doing at the Magnificent, anyway?
It was purely the social call.
Mademoiselle Marie Marvelle,
the great Belgian film star,
she stays there.
Belgian film star?
You're pulling my leg!
No, Chief Inspector, Poirot does not pull the legs.
I'm sure you have much more important business to which you must attend.
All right. I take the hint.
Be seeing you.
Monsieur Bennett.
After you cut my hair last week,
I went home and I measured each sideburn.
As I suspected, the left one was three millimeters longer than the right.
Let us make the effort, Monsieur Bennett, not to make a similar travesty today.
A haircut is a partnership, Monsieur Bennett.
It is a joint venture.
I bring to you my hair, you, your undoubted skills.
Captain Hastings?
What?! What?
I've got Lady Yardly in my office.
She wants to see Mr. Poirot.
Well... we'd better,... good Lord!
He's not back from the barbers, yet.
No. Show her in.
I'll deal with it.
Will you come this way, please.
Lady Yardly, sir.
How do you do, Lady Yardly? I'm Arthur Hastings.
I know why you'd come here.
You know?
You've received blackmailing letters about the diamond.
Do sit down.
You know? How?
Logic, Lady Yardly.
If Marie Marvelle has had warning letters...
Marie Marvelle has been here?
And if she, as holder of one of the twin diamonds,
has received a series of anonymous letters delivered by a China man,
threatening to steal them at the next full moon,
it logically follows that you would have received similar missives.
That's amazing.
Ice cold logic, Lady Yardly.
The deductive process.
As a matter of fact, I remembered as soon as I saw Rolf.
When he was out in Hollywood, Lord and Lady Yardly were there too.
Yardly put money into some film.
Lost a lot, I think.
But there was gossip about Lady Yardly and your friend Rolf being seen a lot together.
And the letters of Lady Yardly, they were also delivered by a China man?
No, I asked her about that. They came by post.
But she said they smelled strongly of jasmine oil.
Jasmine oil?
It's a kind of Chinese scent.
Are they symmetrical, Hastings?
Oh! The sideburns?
Yes, I think so.
You can be frank with me, Hastings.
I am being frank.
Hastings, why did Lord Yardly not come to see us?
He doesn't take the letters seriously, it appears.
Thank you.
I can't make head or tail of this.
Marie Marvelle has been getting these odd letters too, you say?
What does it all mean?
That, Lord Yardly, is what we must discover.
But tell me, this story of the origin of the diamond, it is true?
No, it's all damn nonsense.
Nothing to do with China at all.
My grandfather brought it back from India.
This business of making a film in Yardly Chase?
That's all fixed up between you and Mr. Rolf?
Well, no, it's nothing settled yet. Nice chap, mind you, for an actor.
But no definite deal?
Look...
...I might as well get this straight.
I've been an ass in many ways, Captain Hastings.
I am head over heels in debts,
but now we've got the children, I want to get things straightened out.
Rolf is offering a lot of money, but not enough to set me on my feet again.
So, you must sell the Star of the East?
That's it.
I've been to see Hoffberg, the Hatton Garden man about it,
and he's trying to find a buyer for me.
I comprehend.
Look here, Monsieur Poirot, do you think these letters are serious?
I must confess it sounds like a lot of tosh to me.
To Poirot also it sounds like the tosh.
But I think there is happening something mysterious.
Perhaps you should be on your guard.
Mom, the wheel is bent. Can you straighten it, mom?
This is Monsieur Poirot, my dear.
How do you do, Mr. Poirot?
Enchanté, Lady Yardly.
It was yesterday that you were fortunate enough
to meet my associate, Captain Hastings.
- Hello! - Oh, yes.
About those silly letters.
Perhaps I took them too seriously.
Perhaps.
It's all damn nonsense.
I've never heard there were two diamonds before, anyway.
Star of the West, indeed!
Don't forget the signal, Harry.
The diamond of the great Belgian film star, Marie Marvelle,
is fully worthy of the name.
- You've seen it? - Oh, yes!
Perhaps it would be possible to see its partner?
Why not?
Why don't you wear it at dinner tonight, Maude?
Oh..., er...
It's set in one of the most hideous necklaces you've ever seen!
George is always promising to have the stern reset, but it's never been done.
You'll have to wind that up again, now Hugo.
But daddy, Harry doesn't give me the key.
Thank you, Maurice.
You ought to know about this, Mr. Poirot.
It's from Hoffberg.
He's sending a man down tonight, to have a look at the stone.
I wish you wouldn't sell it, George.
It's been in the family so long...
Now, Maude!
Alright.
Very well.
Since it is the last time I shall be able to do so,
I shall wear the Star of the East, to dinner tonight.
Excuse me.
Who's the fellow who's coming down?
Oh er, he sounds foreign.
Mr. Henrik Van Braks.
Fino for you, Monsieur Poirot?
Non, merci. Amontillado, s'il vous plaît.
I believe the aperitif should be a pleasure, rather than a penance.
Belold the sacrifice!
C'est magnifique!
No, no. Wait till I turn the main light on.
Then you may feast your eyes on the ugliest necklace in England.
- Good Lord! What happened? - Maude!
Maude!
Hastings, the light!
- Where? - On the left.
Maude!
Good God!
Darling, what happened?
The China man.
What?
- The side door. - Where it is?
There. That one.
It's here!
They didn't get away with it!
Well done, Captain Hastings!
They must have dropped it, in their panic.
- No. - What?
Look at it carefully, Hastings.
The Star of the East, it's gone.
Oh, my God!
That door is always kept locked.
It's not locked now. Poirot, look at this.
Piece of silk from the China man's robe.
Mullings, look after Her Ladyship and call on the police.
- Come on. They can't have gone far. - Be careful. There may be more of them.
Yardly Hall! Yardly Hall.
I was just about to turn on the other light,
when a man sprang on me from behind.
Thank you.
He tore the necklace from my neck with such force, that I was pulled over.
As I fell, I saw him disappearing through the side door.
I realized by his pigtail and his embroidered robe that he must be Chinese.
- He got away. - I heard something.
George!
Come on, old girl. You had a little bit of a shock.
Drink that, darling.
A Mr. Van Braks to see you, milord. He says that you are expecting him.
Oh, good Lord! I shall have to explain to him, I suppose.
- I'll talk to him in the library, Mullings. - Very good, sir.
No sign of the police yet?
No, not yet, sir.
- Will you excuse me a moment, my dear? - Of course.
Excuse me.
I think I'll just go up to my room and lie down for a while.
I'll be alright.
Look here, Poirot. Don't you think we ought to get back to London?
You think so, Hastings? Why?
Well, the other diamond, Marie Marvelle's!
They've got one, now they're bound to go for the other one.
Tiens! But your brain marches to a marvel, mon ami!
Figured it yourself. Poirot never thought of that!
Yes, Hastings, we must go back to London.
Immediately.
Monsieur Poirot, goodbye. Thank you so much!
Au revoir, milord.
- Captain Hastings, thank you. - Goodbye.
Poirot!
Who is that?
It's Japp.
Why do you lurk, Chief Inspector?
I've just trailed Van Braks down here.
You're mixed up in this diamond business, aren't you?
Diamond business?
Don't come the old acid with me, Poirot.
Qu'est-ce que c'est "the old acid", Chief Inspector?
- Who are you? - What going on?
I'll asks the questions, sonny, if you don't mind.
Scotland Yard, understand?
Oh er...
Very sorry, sir.
Just doing my job, sir.
Had a report of a diamond stolen.
What?
Do you know about this?
Yes, it was twenty minutes ago.
Twenty minutes ago?
Darn it! It can't have been Van Braks, then.
- He only just got off the train. - No, it was some China man.
All right, sergeant, get on with it.
Thank you very much, sir. Good night, sir.
Come on, lad.
Now, what the hell is going on?
There is nothing you can do here, Chief Inspector.
Come back with us, and on the way, I will tell you all that I know.
Here we are, sir.
"I have the honor to remain..."
It's all over the papers.
"Yours sincerely,"
"Hercule Poirot."
- Good morning, Hastings. - Morning.
"The Curse of the Eastern Star."
"Oriental intruder attacks viscountess."
"Informed sources were last night speculating that religious fanatics were responsible."
Thank you, Hasting. I've already read the newspapers.
It beats me, how they get into print so quickly?
They made it up, Hastings.
You think so?
Well, we're going to the Magnificent?
We should have been there last night.
To warn Marie Marvelle!
I mean, obviously her diamond gonna be next on the list.
She would have seen the newspapers, Hastings.
Besides, it is not yet the full of the moon.
Well, they didn't wait for the full moon last night.
Yes?
Yes, Miss Lemon.
Yes, of course, put him through.
Bonjour, Chief Inspector.
Yes.
We will come over immediately.
Goodbye.
Come, Hastings.
- The Western Star has been stolen. - What?
At the Hotel Magnificent.
Well, what about the full moon now?
When did this happen?
This morning, I understand.
If only you'd listened to me, Poirot!
Here we go again!
Sinister China man, little yellow gods, threatening letters.
No, it's all true.
Oh, yes! As true as I'm riding this bicycle.
Van Braks is mixed up in this somewhere.
How was the diamond stolen?
You better come and hear it from the horse's mouth.
I came on duty at eight o'clock.
We weren't all that busy and I noticed particularly
that Mr. Rolf left the hotel at about eleven fifteen.
Why did you go out?
You did not have to go out!
You want me a prisioner in the hotel?
Why did you not give the diamond to Monsieur Poirot for safe keeping?
Er, recriminations are not very helpful, Mr. Rolf.
Go on, son.
At about half past eleven, a gentleman comes in.
I mean, I thought it was Mr. Rolf.
He was dressed like him. He looked like him.
He's blind, I tell you! Blind!
Well, this man, whoever he was,
asked for Madame Rolf's jewel case from the safe.
You gave it to him?
Yes! I thought he was Mr. Rolf.
I gave him the receipt to sign and he signed it.
Chiet Inspector, do we have the form?
- Here we are, sir. - Thank you.
Monsieur Rolf,
is this your usual signature?
Nothing like it!
He's blind, I told you, he's blind!
All right, Mr. Rolf.
Well, I looked at the signature and it looked alright to me.
And he said,
"I've been getting threatening letters from a China man,"
"and the worst of it is, I look rather like one, myself."
Well, I looked at him, I saw what he meant.
His eyes, slanted up at the corners, like an oriental's.
I never noticed it before.
Of course you never noticed it before! Do you notice it now?
I'm holding the hotel responsible for this.
Please, Mr. Rolf! I am trying to conduct an investigation.
And, as a matter of interest, where were you at the time of the robbery?
I was nowhere near the hotel!
Why should I steal my own diamond?
Is this the famous Scotland Yard talking?
It's for you, Mr. Poirot.
A word in your ear, Mr. Rolf, if you don't mind.
Thank you.
Poirot.
Lady Yardly is here to see you, Mr. Poirot.
She says it's urgent.
How does she seem?
She seems terribly upset.
Thank you, Miss Lemon.
Now it begins.
Have you seen the papers?
The more lies I tell,
the more I get enmeshed in them.
The Eastern Star was not stolen last night.
It was taken from me three years ago.
By Monsieur Gregorie Rolf.
You know?
I am a detective, Lady Yardly.
When we met in California, he was such fun.
He was so...
I was never more than indiscreet, Monsieur Poirot, I swear.
But I wrote him some letters.
And he blackmailed you.
Yes.
But you got back the letters?
Only in return for the Eastern Star.
And then your husband throws the hammer into the works
when he tells you he wishes to sell the diamond.
I was frantic.
Gregorie had arranged for Mr. Hoffberg
to make this paste replica,
but I knew that an expert would spot it immediately.
What happened then?
I came here two days ago to tell you about this.
You came here to tell us that you were being blackmailed?
And about Monsieur Gregorie Rolf?
Why did you not?
I didn't know Marie had already been to see you,
and when Captain Hastings assumed I'd come for the same reasons as her,
I just lost my nerve.
Well, I... assumed.
Gregorie had concocted a plan.
He was to write those mysterious threatening letters,
and, then, we would each to stage a robbery.
Which you did last night.
But that was the China man!
No, Hastings, there was no China man.
Lady Yardly merely turned out the light,
she screamed, removed the paste stone, and threw the necklace along the corridor.
But what about the piece of silk from the China man's robe?
I put that in the door earlier.
Gregorie Rolf's stone was stolen as well,
that was the China man.
No, no, Hastings.
That was stolen by Monsieur Gregorie Rolf.
With the aid of a little gum in the corner of the eyes.
Good Lord! Why would he go to all that trouble?
He could have taken it at any time!
There had to be a performance.
It would be suspicious, if there wasn't a proper theft.
And the insurance company too
would be quite doubtful, I think.
But he won't give it back to me.
He says I can claim the insurance on the diamond now,
so why should he give it up.
But it's not insured!
So, a small problem, uh?
A terrible problem, Monsieur Poirot!
Perhaps.
May I keep this, madame?
I am an impatient man, Mr. Hoffberg.
The diamond is on the market now, I happen to know.
It hadn't come to me yet.
It will, Mr. Van Braks, no fear.
You have the money?
I'm ready to move at a moments notice, don't worry.
Monsieur Rolf, bonjour. Asseyez-vous, s'il vous plaît.
Monsieur Poirot, I am a very busy man.
This morning I had the pleasure of a visit from Lady Yardly.
So?
She told me everything.
How you blackmailed her for the Star of the East.
How you sent the letters to your own wife.
I don't know what you are talking about.
That woman, you know,
... there is something wrong with her.
She chased me all over California,
she hasn't stopped chasing me yet.
She tells stories about...
Monsieur Rolf, do not tell any more lies.
Do not anymore blacken the name of Lady Yardly.
You will return the Star of the East to her, immediately.
You're as mad as she is.
Very well.
Reception.
I may be leaving the hotel at very short notice.
Would you have my bill ready waiting for me?
Certainly, sir. I will see to it personally, Mr. Van Braks.
Thank you.
And what can I do for you?
You made this for Monsieur Gregorie Rolf, three years ago.
I think you know what I want, Monsieur Hoffberg.
If you do not assist, the Chief Inspector Japp of Scotland Yard,
will be pleased to hear how you are acting as a dishonest broker
between Van Braks and Monsieur Gregorie Rolf.
Mr. Rolf to see you, Mr. Hoffberg.
I'll...
I'll come out.
Wait a moment.
Van Braks. Hello.
Van Braks, it's Gregorie Rolf.
Yes.
Look, I've got the article in question.
I've just seen Hoffberg,
and er, well, he's behaving strangely.
He doesn't want to handle it.
This is nonsense. Why has he changed his mind?
I dunno, I dunno.
Haven't got time to waste. I've got to get to Croydon Airport.
Can you meet me there?
- I shall do my best. - All right.
Fine. Let's go.
I thought you were gonna be there all night.
Monsieur Rolf, Hastings? Where did he go?
- Croydon Aerodrome. - How did you know?
He kept a taxi waiting. I asked the driver.
Good, Hastings!
The simplicity, uh?
- Was he alone in the taxi? - Yes.
I must go back to the Hotel Magnificent at once.
I have a sad duty to perform.
Taxi!
Get Lady Yardly and take her to the flat. Wait for me there.
Hotel Magnificent, s'il vous plait.
Taxi!
- I'd like a taxi now, please. - Yes, sir.
Taxi!
- Croydon Airport, quick as you can. - Yes, sir.
Alright, stay with it.
Monsieur Poirot!
Mademoiselle.
May I please come in?
But of course.
Merci.
Have you any news?
About the diamond?
Non.
You do not pack, mademoiselle?
Why should I be packing?
Non, merci.
Oh, you mean to go to Yardly Chase?
We don't go till tomorrow.
I don't know if we should go down.
Mademoiselle,
J'ai de mauvaises nouvelles pour vous. (I have bad news for you).
- Keep the change. - Thank you, sir!
I think it's your turn.
Johannesburg flight?
Yes.
Weight.
One hundred and eighty pounds.
Luggage?
No, no luggage.
No luggage?!
Johannesburg flight?
Weight...
One hundred and sixty four pounds.
Quel idiot!. (What an idiot!).
Pauvre imbécile. (Poor thickhead).
Il n'a jamais cru qu'il avaît du talent (He never believed that he had talent).
Il a toujours éprouvé le besoin de montrer ce donc il étais capable.
(He always needed to show what he was capable of).
En me donnant des diamants. (Giving me diamonds).
Il est parti maintenant. (Now he has left).
Le chapitre a fini. (The chapter's ended).
Oui. (Yes).
C'est fini. (It's finished).
How long till we get to the aerodrome?
Only five minutes now, guv.
Change that sign, this is police business.
Come on! Come on!
Lady Yardly!
I have news for you.
I need good news, Monsieur Poirot.
Perhaps.
Oh, Monsieur Poirot!
Is it the real one?
Yes, Hastings. It is the real Eastern Star.
However, at this moment, Monsieur Gregorie Rolf is waiting at Croydon aerodrome,
believing that the paste stone in his pocket is the real one.
But where did you get it?
From Monsieur Hoffberg.
I ascertained that he was acting as the go-between
for Van Braks and Monsieur Gregorie Rolf.
But I managed to persuade him to refuse to go any further with the business,
but while he was examining it,
to palm it and substitute it with the other.
I can never thank you enough!
Never!
Ladies and gentlemen, the Imperial Airways flight for Johannesburg is about to leave.
Will any remaining passengers please board immediately.
Passengers for Johannesburg, this way, please.
Wait a minute! Do you think I'm mad? This is paste!
Don't try that, Van Bracks.
I took this from my wife's jewelry case myself.
It's still paste. You've been wasting my time.
- I need this money! - Me too.
I went to see Hoffberg, with the..
Stop him!
Well, well, well, if it isn't my dear Van Braks.
I don't think your friends in high places will be able to get you out of this one, Mr. Van Braks.
Really?
I'm charged with what? Carrying my own money?
And you are going to charge Mr. Rolf of being in possession
of an imitation diamond worth three pounds, ten shillings?
Good. I shall enjoy this.
Let's go to Scotland Yard, shall we?
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
The veal, it is good Hastings?
Oh very good, yea.
It has marinated in a mixture of white wine, brandy and the seeds of the fennel.
Excellent.
You know, you say you've got this particular sensivity to women and all that, Poirot.
It seems to me that all you've done for Marie Marvelle,
is to lose her her husband.
A blackmailing, adulterous husband, who is also the thief?
That is such a great loss, Hastings?
How little you understand the feminine psychology and feminine needs, Hastings.
Well you're right, there.
Hastings!
Yes, old chap?
I have worked hard, Hastings, to prepare for you this delicious dinner.
I have searched the shops for the exotic herbs.
I have argued with the butcher, who is a fool.
I have beaten the scallops with a little mallet until my arm, it aches.
And you sit there shoveling food in your mouth and writing in your little book?!
Oh, I'm sorry!
You were always lecturing me about order and method,
so I started to keep this notebook.
I've got two columns.
The first, is to write down all the things I don't understand.
And the second, is to write down the explanation.
What is it that you write now?
Well, the first thing is, if Lady Yardly has got the real diamond now,
and other one was the imitation,
who's got the other eye of the Chinese god?
Hastings,
there was no Chinese god.
There was no connection with China whatsoever.
Now, close your little book and eat your dinner.