Agatha Christie's Poirot (1989) s03e03 Episode Script
The Plymouth Express
The Arlequinada, ancestor of the English pantomime.
Six characters, ostentatious and grotesque, brought up to us there are three centuries for the clowns and actors of the Italian markets.
The CASE OF the DANCE OF the VICTORY Nowadays, they are only characters in a dance of masks.
Where his mystery will be now, his magic, his comedy, his tragedy? Promptly for the party, uncle? Where it has the mask? It is still not a midnight, Eustace.
The Dance of the Victory! It will be that the Huno would remember so well of 1918 as we? As Coward says: " What grieves the Huno, it prefers the struggle to the amusement ".
What is this? Uncle Eustace, do not call what is different for the collection.
A magnificent set, is not it? It arrived now of Holland.
Van Meer is going to reserve it for me even to the end of the month.
- I imagine because it tells that to me.
Your poor uncle not gains six thousand yearly of the goods Cronshaw I eat you.
You know that I was left without anything after buying the figures! This is one night on ancient triumphs and do not be left new conflicts.
Cronshaw! This is the National Program.
They are 19:00 h.
And now, we are going to present a piece of Desmond Havelock Ellis, when " Fatal Alibi " was entitled.
- Coconut Courtney will be Loretta Lampton.
- It is delayed as always.
Where one will have put rays? Give they sign.
It is waiting for the Mrs.
Lampton to have dinner? Yes.
It must arrive inside half an hour.
- It seems that the clock is advanced.
- I am aware of that, thank you.
- Is there more invited? - No.
Very well.
Good night, Davis.
I believe what I brought near a little early.
There is no problem, my lady.
Actresses' ray! It was one very pleasant night, I - Is already it so late? - More or less.
Clear, I forgot.
It is advanced.
In fact, it is made graceful.
We can arrive early and late at the same time.
- Letty, only was waiting for it ás 20:00 h.
- Excuse, but I never thought what - Thank you, Mrs.
Lemon.
- The Captain Hastings he was hearing the weather forecast, to know if the man would need of an umbrella.
A messenger brought now this urgent order.
Can I go away? Yes, clear.
- Only a moment, Mrs.
Lemon! - It was walking to the search of that.
It seems that we are not going to need of umbrella.
One did not forget, is not it? The Dance of the Victory! It promised to me what would try to go.
The Ackerley is anxious because of seeing.
- The Ackerley is ? - It works in the BBC.
But he is a good comrade.
It drives an Alvis.
Unfortunately, I will organize my stamps for sizes.
It apologis that he apologises to a Mr.
Ackerley.
He is going to be very disillusioned.
One said what will know it it would be his high point of the run.
Well It seems to me a reasonable idea.
I am not asking very much, Cronshaw.
- Thousand must arrive.
- Eustace! Now not.
We speak later.
There she is.
The beauty of the dance! - You arrived on top of the hour, I spy.
- I like arriving on top of the hour.
Hello, wanted.
You remind of coconut yourself of my uncle, honorable Eustace? The dishonorable one, second one hear! And this is Chris Davidson.
- An old friendly actor of the Coconut.
- Hello.
We go, Davidson.
It is better we go to save his woman.
It is in the taxi with a friend of the uncle, the despicable Mrs.
Mallaby.
It was already not without time! He was already thinking that you.
Courtney it had a case with Henry Hall.
And with the orchestra.
Good night, I Spy.
Is it a coldness, is not? They all are here for the Dance of the Victory? " They look for it here, look for it there, those Frenchmen they look for it in the whole side ".
What it finds, Poirot? Hastings, you are incomparable.
I keep on thinking that they will not leave it to enter.
I think that I was clear.
It is a dance of masks.
- Hercule Poirot is never masked.
- Everyone is masked.
- The idea is to go like famous someone.
- Exactamente.
I understand.
- James! - Arthur! Let him present me you.
Hercule Poirot.
I am delighted because of finally knowing! I suppose that he is the Sheikh of Ackerley.
Well, we arrived.
- Have we dinner first, it is not, Cronshaw? - No.
Only after 21:30 h.
Well what could have someone to open us the door! We are in England, Mrs.
Mallaby! We still have doorknobs in the doors.
Forgive for me if I exist! I am already be aggressive.
Did I hurt it, my darling? - I thought that it was going away to leave like a pot.
- It comes, I spy.
I go already.
Are you well, wanted? I thought that it would come delayed, graces to the desvarios of the Coconut Courtney.
Speaking in that, it is not her that is there in top? Yes, it is with the group of the Lord Cronshaw.
During the tests, he did not speak of more at all to not being of the masks.
They are a retort of the ancient Italian comedy.
- Of what? - Yes! The Commedia dell'Arte.
Harlequin, the magic elf who stays invisible and his lover, Columbina.
Punch and Pulcinella, the grotesque ones and yes, tragic Pierrot and Pierrette.
Enchanting! I thought that the Lord Cronshaw it was newer.
The Punch? No, that is the uncle, illustrious Eustace Beltaine.
It was him who bought those figures Rare Meissen about which so much one talked.
Apparently, they served of inspiration for the masks.
The Cronshaw is there, put on Harlequin's.
Yes, I read in the newspaper that he costs a fortune.
Who is lighting the cigarette of the Mrs.
Courtney? The Pierrot? He is Chris Davidson.
A quite versatile young actor.
I believe that the lady who is speaking with the Cronshaw she is his woman.
Another lady she is the famous Mrs.
Mallaby.
Yes The American widow in search of the near victim, right? They say that it pursues the aristocracy with a net and beaters! - A funny group, do not they find? - Undoubtedly.
I think that it is time of a little liqueur of banana.
Thank goodness what finished already! To Coconut and Cronshaw are dreadful! There the swindler of Van Meer is! - Eustace, forgets that.
- A redemption demanded me for the figures and it wants to do to me the same thing for the service from porcelain.
It has more so that to be preoccupied this night.
I am going to jam it and to demand that it lowers the price! Eustace! Excuse.
When Eustace wants something for the collection, it is - This will stop now! - For the sake of God, be silent, Cronch! - Where you think that you go? - He said already to you, I am full.
Does Chris, call me a taxi, yes? I have a terrible migraine.
- I spy! - I decided already, Cronch.
- Chris takes me the house.
- That you wanted.
- You are going to stay here! - I do not want to talk about that.
Because we do not sit down to cool the environment? To cool? He is already cold like an icebergue.
And it does from me the Titanic.
- Because ray is laughing? - Excuse.
Coconut, the persons are all looking.
We go away.
Cronshaw, we are going to return there for inside.
Mr.
Ackerley? It was the man who produced the piece what spent this afternoon in the radio, after the weather forecast? - Yes.
You.
Courtney is not a little older of what the usual thing for the paper of ingénue? - A little, perhaps.
But the wonder of the radio is this.
The appearance lives only in the mind.
It is fantastic what is managed to do by times.
What was that one? It looks that you.
Courtney and the boyfriend, the Lord Cronshaw, they had a misunderstanding.
Just now I heard it asking to a Mr.
Davidson to take it the house.
What suffers.
It is going to lose the amusement.
I always questioned myself how much time it would get a beating until this happened.
- Is not it surprised? - I know the actors, Sr.
Poirot.
They never know when it will stop.
It already had his theatrical moment this night.
Let's wait what is sufficient.
- It is arrogant, vain - What happened, Do I Spy? What the Cronshaw said to you? Now not, Chris.
- Did our taxi already arrive? - It is to your wait, man.
Chris? We will resolve this here and now.
I know that he is not a poor man.
I am certain from what it can do to me this favor.
Know what I am driven to despair! Obliged by everything, Chris.
I think that now I am going to stay well.
It is time of the Cronch to realize that not I am one of his winning horses.
Coconut! Are you sure that you stay well? I have.
It was going away to you, it was already returning for there.
Your woman can look a frightened cãozinho, but it is not foolish.
I am not going to manage to arrive before the midnight.
It is better enrage for house and to hope for her.
Good night, I Spy.
It sleeps well.
It is what I always do.
It was amused, Mrs.
Courtney? I ask immense excuse.
I thank for him, Mr.
Ackerley.
And very gentle.
- Health! - To ours! Of certainty what not I manage to convince it counting in the radio his most intriguing cases? - Unfortunately, no.
A murder, a true one murder is not an entertainment.
Look at this hall.
The persons dance, laugh, but the evil can be in the whole side, hidden behind a mask.
Excuse.
I saw it from another side of the room.
- Is not he Hercule Poirot, the detective? - I am yes, Mrs.
Mallaby.
That is fantastic! It guessed my name.
He cannot tell me where it is the Lord Cronshaw? He is the Harlequin.
It has been walking in a bustle from the dinner.
Unfortunately, no.
It promised to me a dance before the midnight.
Then, my lady, it is not disillusioned.
My partner, the Captain Hastings he is a distinguished dancer.
- He would adore to dance with you.
- It will be a pleasure.
See, there he is! Viscount Cronshaw! - Does it give me permission, Colonel? - Certainly.
- Did they leave it dangling, Arthur? - I have no title.
My ladies and men, the moment is arriving of unmasking and celebrating! They are lacking 12 seconds for the midnight! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
Thank you.
Wanted, what you have? What happened? The Lord Cronshaw died.
Does inspector Japp, want to comment? It is true that Hercule Poirot did not it catch the murderer? Say the truth, Inspector! Here a serious case is, Poirot.
A noble murdered the cold blood under the noses of 400 revellers.
Only in Albert Hall we will get to bring together all the suspects of this case.
Perhaps.
Is it one of the knives of the table? - There are many people there behind.
- We will see the fingerprints but, here for me, it will be completely clean.
One arms very much somewhat practice.
Nevertheless, in the certain hands Also we found this in the ground.
You.
Mallaby saw it writing any thing before dying.
- "Lowestoft".
- It is a city in the eastern coast.
Perhaps he was thinking in going on holidays.
Poirot, looks at this.
When it took care, expensive friend! - It has a monogram.
- "C" of Cronshaw.
It is very pretty.
Idiot! - What is? - What recklessness! The young persons will understand that the life is not the play of the roulette! It is not that it swims more, there swims less of what poison.
Cocaine.
There would be this the reason of his stranger behaviour after the dinner? It is normal the addicts they are more sensitive and in a bad humor.
It seems that it was fighting with someone.
Because that, Hastings says? Did not it notice? The fist.
It is still closed.
It is that.
- I do not realize how that can help.
- Does not it realize, Inspector? Let it help to realize me better.
Or very much I am wrong, or there is something great important behind these curtains.
Here be! - It is only an empty corner.
- Exactamente.
One more thing, Inspector.
If I was the man, you would look.
I spy on Courtney.
Why? Ask about him if it did not talk with the Lord Cronshaw.
" Murderer escapes to famous detective ".
Idiot! It is a good photography of the Captain Hastings.
It is yes, Mrs.
Lemon.
- Certainly, they think the same thing of you.
- Did he see the newspaper, Poirot? It has the best photography of mine.
- He saw already.
- I am going to treat the correspondence.
It was going away to you, it would not take that to chest.
No, Hastings.
In fact, now even it me is convenient.
- It is this that interests me.
- The obituary? Ear.
" The Viscount Cronshaw was a president of many institutions of charity, " including the Widows of the Fishermen Britons and the League Against the Drug.
It inherited the title and the goods of his uncle, illustrious Eustace Beltaine ".
The League Against the Drug? Not much hypocritical, no? It seems to me that it did not realize my idea, Hastings.
Mr.
Poirot? He is the Inspector Japp.
- Am I? - Poirot! It seems to me that we arrived to a dead end.
You.
Courtney does not attend the telephone and also it does not open the door.
I ask him to be persistent, Inspector Japp.
More and more I am convinced of what we will locate you.
Courtney it as fast as possible.
- It is well.
You.
Courtney walks very elusive.
It must be resting of the night of yesterday.
Most of the actors sleep up to afternoon when it has no show.
Me them she has show.
In general, to Saturday in the morning, they do again on Friday piece at night.
My mother usually hears it to the breakfast.
I find that, of manageable certainty, the master.
But it is not at all how it was imagining.
I think that it is never.
- That cursed clock! Why? - Come, Hastings.
We are going to visit to the studio of carving! Hércules Poirot.
Excuse, but the auditions of variety is ás On Tuesdays.
Just as well.
I am here because of a crime, my lady.
The man is the detective of the newspapers! Exactamente.
It does not look to me what other wants to miss.
In that night, you were not where you said.
You were always here.
I feel an idiot! I never thought that you only wanted the money.
Was it that that you thought? Fortunately we copied a part of program of yesterday for the archives.
Opposite case, it would call one of the girls to play two parts.
You.
Courtney sent him some message this morning to justify his absence? - Not even one "hello".
They were lacking three minutes for the emission and it was not attending the telephone.
I had no alternative otherwise using a copy and to excuse the actors.
Hastings, I fear for what be able to have happened.
Telephone to an Inspector Japp.
Tell him that it will enter at the home of the Mrs.
Courtney, cost what to cost.
- Clear.
Hastings, please! And a case of life or death.
Can I do anything to help? Room to walk, boys.
We go for the apartment from above.
Go down even to the balcony, quickly! Do not be hurt! Does it swim still? The man and you.
Courtney are they friendly old men? In certain way.
She likes going of acquaintances what fulfill secondary papers.
I know to Coconut there are many years.
She was the principal character of the group when I received my first paper.
- Are they very near? - Ear, Poirot.
Am I married, it remembers? I apologise, Mr.
Davidson.
Apologize, but It was trying to try to check only it might find out as for the discussion of yesterday between you.
Courtney and you.
Cronshaw.
Nonetheless.
The environment was very bad during the whole night.
It was how if something was fermenting.
We repaired all.
They talked normally during the dinner? Almost they did not exchange a word.
Nobody said great thing.
The Beltaine was not stopping speaking in a service from porcelain what he wanted for the collection.
Clear that everything was bad then of the dinner and her I took the house again.
And when they were alone in the taxi? Only he said nonsenses on since the Cronshaw had of paying them to him.
The usual hysteria.
Then, I left it at home.
- Which hours were? - Almost midnight.
It had no time to return to the dance therefore, I was soon for house.
It made me feel young person again, since one had been born again.
When I saw it, it was how if the world was a new.
We go already for there.
Up to the sky it seemed more blue.
Let us see her face.
Stop with that! - Inspector? - We find it in the room.
An overdose of cocaine.
Presumably supplied for the boyfriend, the Lord Cronshaw.
All the persons will need die why does one put an end to this madness? The toxicity finished because of him getting a good deal.
The Cronshaw had to supply with this him there is already some time.
Does not it understand, Inspector? The Lord Cronshaw wanted to obstruct you.
Courtney of taking cocaine.
To initial "C" of the silver caixinha it was of her name, I spy.
- Clear! The discussion after the dinner it happened when the Cronshaw confirmed the suspicion of which she had a dose.
It took it from him and she decided to go for house.
Only irritating, it took another dose so what reached house.
What horror.
Only I do not understand how if it fits the murderer of the Cronshaw in this completely.
The devil is between us, but we do not see it.
It will be what Inspector, it will be what it might examine more in detail the body? I do not know what wait to find.
- The case of the Mrs.
Courtney is clear.
- I do not refer to the body of the lady.
I refer to the body of a Lord Cronshaw.
The headlines of the newspapers they think that he is crazy.
What he will be going to find what we have not found yesterday? - Did he see all the pockets? - Pockets, clothes, completely.
- I do not see how - In fact, he does not see, Inspector.
What the trick is, Poirot? Look at his hand.
- What he sees? - A thick fist.
- Hastings? - Also.
But because the thick fist will be? It will be what does it hide a secret? - Here be! - Monkeys bite me! - It was seizing something.
- A pompom.
Mr.
Poirot! - Mrs.
Mallaby! - Captain Hastings.
- We are again.
It could ? - Clear.
I was not managing to make up my mind on the autumn tendencies.
Anyway, Eustace can to pay, now that he is a Viscount Cronshaw.
A pound and six, my man.
The one that owes to herself this visit? You.
Poirot took it into his head what wanted to see the figures.
- A mere whim.
- Is his Highness at home, Samuelson? - His Landlady is in the Morning Room.
- Thank you.
This way, my people.
Samuelson, does the favor of taking these boxes, is it well? Hello, Eustace! I see what it enjoys his inheritance.
And I delimit.
There is, at least, something that consoles me after this sad event.
Poirot! Hastings! Be arrived-well! Good afternoon, Viscount.
What a service of gracious tea! Hastings, this service of tea not only it is "gracious" as he said, but it has no price and is raríssimo.
- He did not know it well at porcelain.
You.
Poirot wanted to see the figures.
- The Meissen? - Yes.
We hear a great deal of them and of as it brought them to this country.
Will it be that it could examine them? - Make itself at home.
- Thank you.
Do I can? - I do not imagine for what it looks.
- Tricks of the profession, does he know? The masks what used yesterday in the dance, are they perfect retorts of this? - To the least detail.
Was this his mask, right? Punch? With the collar of drumbeats and the hunchbacked one? Yes.
I imagine what would take some time putting on and taking off the fact.
It would hold while he was loosening it.
It was what I thought.
Viscount? Where it was after the dinner of last night, in the dance? It was trying to devastate with another buyer of this service.
I managed to jam it.
- In the dining room? - Yes.
Again, I thank for him.
Goodbye.
Be there, Poirot! I have been walking to his search.
Inspector Japp.
I was thinking and, to mine to see, the pompom that was lacking it could belong only of a person.
I agree fully, Inspector.
With license.
- Mrs.
Davidson? - Yes? Can we enter? Thank you.
I apologise, but my husband is not.
It took a drink.
Is it a little early for that, does not it think? - Is it very sociable, is not it? - Yes.
On the contrary of me.
Acting is not a work very stable, does he know? - Is not his profession this? - No.
One day, I thought what would like that it was, but It would not get.
Not in that way, in front of everyone.
It is true.
There are many types of persons in this world, my lady.
- We will be loyal to own knots.
- Perhaps.
- What they want exactamente? - You.
Poirot has an idea to rebuild the environment of yesterday.
- Yes, it is true.
It is only a question of examining the details.
The right nature of the facts what the men used yesterday in the dance.
- Does it understand? - I find that yes.
We would like seeing them.
Does it still have them? I have not them.
My husband took them to order to clean.
Clear.
That it suffers! Excuse the nuisance, Mrs.
Davidson.
We will finish only our tea.
Thank you, Hastings.
The lady is right when he says what would not manage to be an actress.
His eyes betrayed what his language denied.
- Inspector? - A pompom of the Pierrette is lacking.
Lack? Perhaps want to explain us how it stopped to the hand of a dead man? Yes.
I forgot.
It came apart at the seams after the dinner and he did not know what to do with him.
I looked you.
Beltaine, me them he it was in the dining room to talk.
Then, I gave it to a Lord Cronshaw why was it guarding it.
Excuse.
I did not think that it was important.
Does this respond to his question? Mrs.
Davidson, will understand what, while hiding information, it can be covering the culprit up and accusing an innocent one.
Understand, it does not understand? I understand.
Excuse.
SECOND DEATH OF the DANCE IT FRUSTRATES BELGIAN DETECTIVE It seems to me a history perfectly credible.
- Except in an aspect.
- Which? It is a complete lie.
The threads of the pompom what we discover in the hand of the Lord Cronshaw they were pulled out, whereas them of fact of the Mrs.
Davidson was cut.
- Did own she cut them? - No, Hastings.
She only missed the pompom when we spoke in that.
It was therefore what it invented that ridiculous history.
- It of her was cut by the murderer.
- Why? To substitute what the Lord it started of the fact of the murderer.
If it was not it links and the husband was absentee when the Cronshaw died Some of you put the hypothesis of is a duplicated fact? Another Pierrot? Then, and the message what he left? - " Lowestoft? " - Yes, the message.
I suggest what it questions the seller of the service of dinner what you.
Beltaine had just bought.
He will see that one negotiates of porcelain rare Lowestoft.
What there to say what ? It is an hour of restoring the reputation of Hercule Poirot.
This is the National Program.
In substitution of the usual program we are going to present a special emission.
Good night to all.
From here Hercule Poirot speaks.
Several times asked for me to count my cases, but always I refused.
Nevertheless, this night, decide to present you a reconstitution of the case in the Dance of the Victory.
It is therefore that I have here in the studio, the principal members of the party, whose lives were shaken for this tragic event.
I thank them even very much because of having accepted my invitation.
And now I am going to take you even to the hall Colossus in the night of the Dance of the Victory.
The lights are weak.
The musician is heard.
And the shadows of the characters principals appear before us.
Hear.
Almost we manage to hear them.
Harlequin I am, I bend lozenges of several colors.
And I, his Colombina.
Joined we take care of the great loves.
Punch also here appears.
Pompous and boastful being of nothing it will serve him.
So heart of Pulcinella never it him will belong.
The destiny of Pierrot is sad, his painted tear is seen.
It cries for his Pierrette, his unattainable beloved.
The group of masked so it is completed and is joined once more.
Our small evocation it is complete.
The group is before us.
Ladies and Sirs, said to me what is this the wonder of the radio.
Because what we see it is in the eye of our mind.
What is in the eye of his mind, Mrs.
Mallaby? Six characters whom we hear, clear.
Viscount? The same thing.
Six characters such and what as mine you imagine them.
- But what ? - It agrees, Mrs.
Davidson? Clear what we bring into line, Mr.
Poirot.
But now, we are going to see the reality what we have before us.
Ladies and Sirs, the actors! I present them Pierrette, Pierrot, Pulcinella, Punch and Colombina.
- One is absent.
- It is true.
Where the Harlequin is? Viscount, is not remembered what the Harlequin can it be invisible? We are going to reveal the truth.
It is ready to say the truth, Mrs.
Davidson, or do I say? Very well.
It was completely very simple.
The cause of the deaths of the Lord Cronshaw and of the Coconut Courtney it went to terrible drug, cocaine.
During the Dance of the Victory, I was present at a discussion between Lord Cronshaw and you.
I spy.
One was known to go out together, but Cronshaw discovered the vice of Coconut.
The young Lord Cronshaw he was a man of beginnings.
It took away the cocaine of his beloved and it threatened to denounce the supplier what was destroying his life and her of many people others.
However, Coconut was already irreversivelmente falsified.
When it reached house, it already had a fatal dose of cocaína/i> what it had obtained of his supplier what, for his time, knew that the only one escape to the prison would be a murder.
Then and our Harlequin? When I examined the body of the Lord Cronshaw, I did not discover the pompom.
Why? Because the fist was closed with " rigidity mortis ".
The Lord Cronshaw was not killed to the midnight.
They killed it more early and hid the body in a corner up to later.
Do not be able to be! - I saw it somewhat before the midnight.
- No, Mrs.
Mallaby.
The Harlequin whom he saw, the same Harlequin, it is here with us, in this room.
The murderer had a duplicated fact and, after the crime, it assumed the Harlequin's paper.
It came forging a trace when you are incriminating.
Beltaine, for his obsession for porcelain Lowestoft.
Ridiculous, since you.
Beltaine not it was managing to change in fact without help.
The crime had place soon to follow it to the dinner, when the murderer was alone with the Lord Cronshaw.
Cronshaw knew the truth on the business of cocaine.
To avoid what were denouncing it and to preserve the business of drugs, the murderer stabbed the Lord Cronshaw even to the death.
Then, the murderer did not notice what the last act of the Lord Cronshaw it pulled the pompom of the fact.
The body was then hidden in a corner and the plan could continue.
Finally, after doing sign á Mrs.
Mallaby before the midnight, last task it took away the body of the hiding place, to give the impression of which the crime it had finished of being committed.
They are lacking 12 seconds for the midnight.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
The murderer left soon, knowing that, when they were discovering the body, they would think that he would be at home.
- No, he cannot have been Chris.
- But it was, Mrs.
Davidson! It was his husband who was alone with the Lord Cronshaw, it was his husband who gave more cocaine to Coconut when they were joined in the taxi and, in spite of what he said to us, it was his husband who had time sufficient to return to the dance and to complete his farce, being put on of Harlequin.
Even so, it protects it.
Even after discovering what it links her was to tease in the crime, his woman herself, when it substituted the pompom what was pulled out of his fact with what he cut of his.
- Do not listen to him, wanted.
Congratulations, Mr.
Poirot, for this moment of so pleasant police fiction.
It is true.
I am afraid that that is alone.
On a Mon.
only! What it means with that? If you.
Davidson not to testify on the business of the drugs, fear what completely what I told to them now do not pass of theory.
- Then, do I presume what has finished? - Yes.
Unless the Harlequin has still a last trick.
Mrs.
Mallaby? With which hand did it see the Harlequin writing? Good Lord! The Cronshaw was skilful! Christopher Ian Davidson, it is imprisoned for the murder of Viscount Cronshaw and I Spy on Courtney.
If he had not gone far too much when the Beltaine wrote the trace on, it would be going out from here now together with us.
But, as Mr said.
Ackerley, " them actors never know when it will stop ".
Much obliged by his collaboration.
It was an honor to have accepted my invitation.
I am certain of what it was an experience elucidatory for our listeners.
Mr.
Ackerley, is to his search.
The persons do not stop phoning.
They are complaining of that awful pronunciation.
They say that it lowers the level of English and other things.
The Sir Jonh Reith is to his wait in his room.
Thousand excuses.
- Do not take it very much seriously, Poirot.
- No.
It does not surprise me.
- No? - No.
The Inspector had to take care of his elocution.
Monkeys bite me! There is nothing of badly in mine to speak.
It is this type of expressions like " only on a Mon.
" what discredits the language.
We go, Hastings.
I am going to lend to an Inspector my copy of: " English: Since It Must Be Spoken ".
Taxi!
Six characters, ostentatious and grotesque, brought up to us there are three centuries for the clowns and actors of the Italian markets.
The CASE OF the DANCE OF the VICTORY Nowadays, they are only characters in a dance of masks.
Where his mystery will be now, his magic, his comedy, his tragedy? Promptly for the party, uncle? Where it has the mask? It is still not a midnight, Eustace.
The Dance of the Victory! It will be that the Huno would remember so well of 1918 as we? As Coward says: " What grieves the Huno, it prefers the struggle to the amusement ".
What is this? Uncle Eustace, do not call what is different for the collection.
A magnificent set, is not it? It arrived now of Holland.
Van Meer is going to reserve it for me even to the end of the month.
- I imagine because it tells that to me.
Your poor uncle not gains six thousand yearly of the goods Cronshaw I eat you.
You know that I was left without anything after buying the figures! This is one night on ancient triumphs and do not be left new conflicts.
Cronshaw! This is the National Program.
They are 19:00 h.
And now, we are going to present a piece of Desmond Havelock Ellis, when " Fatal Alibi " was entitled.
- Coconut Courtney will be Loretta Lampton.
- It is delayed as always.
Where one will have put rays? Give they sign.
It is waiting for the Mrs.
Lampton to have dinner? Yes.
It must arrive inside half an hour.
- It seems that the clock is advanced.
- I am aware of that, thank you.
- Is there more invited? - No.
Very well.
Good night, Davis.
I believe what I brought near a little early.
There is no problem, my lady.
Actresses' ray! It was one very pleasant night, I - Is already it so late? - More or less.
Clear, I forgot.
It is advanced.
In fact, it is made graceful.
We can arrive early and late at the same time.
- Letty, only was waiting for it ás 20:00 h.
- Excuse, but I never thought what - Thank you, Mrs.
Lemon.
- The Captain Hastings he was hearing the weather forecast, to know if the man would need of an umbrella.
A messenger brought now this urgent order.
Can I go away? Yes, clear.
- Only a moment, Mrs.
Lemon! - It was walking to the search of that.
It seems that we are not going to need of umbrella.
One did not forget, is not it? The Dance of the Victory! It promised to me what would try to go.
The Ackerley is anxious because of seeing.
- The Ackerley is ? - It works in the BBC.
But he is a good comrade.
It drives an Alvis.
Unfortunately, I will organize my stamps for sizes.
It apologis that he apologises to a Mr.
Ackerley.
He is going to be very disillusioned.
One said what will know it it would be his high point of the run.
Well It seems to me a reasonable idea.
I am not asking very much, Cronshaw.
- Thousand must arrive.
- Eustace! Now not.
We speak later.
There she is.
The beauty of the dance! - You arrived on top of the hour, I spy.
- I like arriving on top of the hour.
Hello, wanted.
You remind of coconut yourself of my uncle, honorable Eustace? The dishonorable one, second one hear! And this is Chris Davidson.
- An old friendly actor of the Coconut.
- Hello.
We go, Davidson.
It is better we go to save his woman.
It is in the taxi with a friend of the uncle, the despicable Mrs.
Mallaby.
It was already not without time! He was already thinking that you.
Courtney it had a case with Henry Hall.
And with the orchestra.
Good night, I Spy.
Is it a coldness, is not? They all are here for the Dance of the Victory? " They look for it here, look for it there, those Frenchmen they look for it in the whole side ".
What it finds, Poirot? Hastings, you are incomparable.
I keep on thinking that they will not leave it to enter.
I think that I was clear.
It is a dance of masks.
- Hercule Poirot is never masked.
- Everyone is masked.
- The idea is to go like famous someone.
- Exactamente.
I understand.
- James! - Arthur! Let him present me you.
Hercule Poirot.
I am delighted because of finally knowing! I suppose that he is the Sheikh of Ackerley.
Well, we arrived.
- Have we dinner first, it is not, Cronshaw? - No.
Only after 21:30 h.
Well what could have someone to open us the door! We are in England, Mrs.
Mallaby! We still have doorknobs in the doors.
Forgive for me if I exist! I am already be aggressive.
Did I hurt it, my darling? - I thought that it was going away to leave like a pot.
- It comes, I spy.
I go already.
Are you well, wanted? I thought that it would come delayed, graces to the desvarios of the Coconut Courtney.
Speaking in that, it is not her that is there in top? Yes, it is with the group of the Lord Cronshaw.
During the tests, he did not speak of more at all to not being of the masks.
They are a retort of the ancient Italian comedy.
- Of what? - Yes! The Commedia dell'Arte.
Harlequin, the magic elf who stays invisible and his lover, Columbina.
Punch and Pulcinella, the grotesque ones and yes, tragic Pierrot and Pierrette.
Enchanting! I thought that the Lord Cronshaw it was newer.
The Punch? No, that is the uncle, illustrious Eustace Beltaine.
It was him who bought those figures Rare Meissen about which so much one talked.
Apparently, they served of inspiration for the masks.
The Cronshaw is there, put on Harlequin's.
Yes, I read in the newspaper that he costs a fortune.
Who is lighting the cigarette of the Mrs.
Courtney? The Pierrot? He is Chris Davidson.
A quite versatile young actor.
I believe that the lady who is speaking with the Cronshaw she is his woman.
Another lady she is the famous Mrs.
Mallaby.
Yes The American widow in search of the near victim, right? They say that it pursues the aristocracy with a net and beaters! - A funny group, do not they find? - Undoubtedly.
I think that it is time of a little liqueur of banana.
Thank goodness what finished already! To Coconut and Cronshaw are dreadful! There the swindler of Van Meer is! - Eustace, forgets that.
- A redemption demanded me for the figures and it wants to do to me the same thing for the service from porcelain.
It has more so that to be preoccupied this night.
I am going to jam it and to demand that it lowers the price! Eustace! Excuse.
When Eustace wants something for the collection, it is - This will stop now! - For the sake of God, be silent, Cronch! - Where you think that you go? - He said already to you, I am full.
Does Chris, call me a taxi, yes? I have a terrible migraine.
- I spy! - I decided already, Cronch.
- Chris takes me the house.
- That you wanted.
- You are going to stay here! - I do not want to talk about that.
Because we do not sit down to cool the environment? To cool? He is already cold like an icebergue.
And it does from me the Titanic.
- Because ray is laughing? - Excuse.
Coconut, the persons are all looking.
We go away.
Cronshaw, we are going to return there for inside.
Mr.
Ackerley? It was the man who produced the piece what spent this afternoon in the radio, after the weather forecast? - Yes.
You.
Courtney is not a little older of what the usual thing for the paper of ingénue? - A little, perhaps.
But the wonder of the radio is this.
The appearance lives only in the mind.
It is fantastic what is managed to do by times.
What was that one? It looks that you.
Courtney and the boyfriend, the Lord Cronshaw, they had a misunderstanding.
Just now I heard it asking to a Mr.
Davidson to take it the house.
What suffers.
It is going to lose the amusement.
I always questioned myself how much time it would get a beating until this happened.
- Is not it surprised? - I know the actors, Sr.
Poirot.
They never know when it will stop.
It already had his theatrical moment this night.
Let's wait what is sufficient.
- It is arrogant, vain - What happened, Do I Spy? What the Cronshaw said to you? Now not, Chris.
- Did our taxi already arrive? - It is to your wait, man.
Chris? We will resolve this here and now.
I know that he is not a poor man.
I am certain from what it can do to me this favor.
Know what I am driven to despair! Obliged by everything, Chris.
I think that now I am going to stay well.
It is time of the Cronch to realize that not I am one of his winning horses.
Coconut! Are you sure that you stay well? I have.
It was going away to you, it was already returning for there.
Your woman can look a frightened cãozinho, but it is not foolish.
I am not going to manage to arrive before the midnight.
It is better enrage for house and to hope for her.
Good night, I Spy.
It sleeps well.
It is what I always do.
It was amused, Mrs.
Courtney? I ask immense excuse.
I thank for him, Mr.
Ackerley.
And very gentle.
- Health! - To ours! Of certainty what not I manage to convince it counting in the radio his most intriguing cases? - Unfortunately, no.
A murder, a true one murder is not an entertainment.
Look at this hall.
The persons dance, laugh, but the evil can be in the whole side, hidden behind a mask.
Excuse.
I saw it from another side of the room.
- Is not he Hercule Poirot, the detective? - I am yes, Mrs.
Mallaby.
That is fantastic! It guessed my name.
He cannot tell me where it is the Lord Cronshaw? He is the Harlequin.
It has been walking in a bustle from the dinner.
Unfortunately, no.
It promised to me a dance before the midnight.
Then, my lady, it is not disillusioned.
My partner, the Captain Hastings he is a distinguished dancer.
- He would adore to dance with you.
- It will be a pleasure.
See, there he is! Viscount Cronshaw! - Does it give me permission, Colonel? - Certainly.
- Did they leave it dangling, Arthur? - I have no title.
My ladies and men, the moment is arriving of unmasking and celebrating! They are lacking 12 seconds for the midnight! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
Thank you.
Wanted, what you have? What happened? The Lord Cronshaw died.
Does inspector Japp, want to comment? It is true that Hercule Poirot did not it catch the murderer? Say the truth, Inspector! Here a serious case is, Poirot.
A noble murdered the cold blood under the noses of 400 revellers.
Only in Albert Hall we will get to bring together all the suspects of this case.
Perhaps.
Is it one of the knives of the table? - There are many people there behind.
- We will see the fingerprints but, here for me, it will be completely clean.
One arms very much somewhat practice.
Nevertheless, in the certain hands Also we found this in the ground.
You.
Mallaby saw it writing any thing before dying.
- "Lowestoft".
- It is a city in the eastern coast.
Perhaps he was thinking in going on holidays.
Poirot, looks at this.
When it took care, expensive friend! - It has a monogram.
- "C" of Cronshaw.
It is very pretty.
Idiot! - What is? - What recklessness! The young persons will understand that the life is not the play of the roulette! It is not that it swims more, there swims less of what poison.
Cocaine.
There would be this the reason of his stranger behaviour after the dinner? It is normal the addicts they are more sensitive and in a bad humor.
It seems that it was fighting with someone.
Because that, Hastings says? Did not it notice? The fist.
It is still closed.
It is that.
- I do not realize how that can help.
- Does not it realize, Inspector? Let it help to realize me better.
Or very much I am wrong, or there is something great important behind these curtains.
Here be! - It is only an empty corner.
- Exactamente.
One more thing, Inspector.
If I was the man, you would look.
I spy on Courtney.
Why? Ask about him if it did not talk with the Lord Cronshaw.
" Murderer escapes to famous detective ".
Idiot! It is a good photography of the Captain Hastings.
It is yes, Mrs.
Lemon.
- Certainly, they think the same thing of you.
- Did he see the newspaper, Poirot? It has the best photography of mine.
- He saw already.
- I am going to treat the correspondence.
It was going away to you, it would not take that to chest.
No, Hastings.
In fact, now even it me is convenient.
- It is this that interests me.
- The obituary? Ear.
" The Viscount Cronshaw was a president of many institutions of charity, " including the Widows of the Fishermen Britons and the League Against the Drug.
It inherited the title and the goods of his uncle, illustrious Eustace Beltaine ".
The League Against the Drug? Not much hypocritical, no? It seems to me that it did not realize my idea, Hastings.
Mr.
Poirot? He is the Inspector Japp.
- Am I? - Poirot! It seems to me that we arrived to a dead end.
You.
Courtney does not attend the telephone and also it does not open the door.
I ask him to be persistent, Inspector Japp.
More and more I am convinced of what we will locate you.
Courtney it as fast as possible.
- It is well.
You.
Courtney walks very elusive.
It must be resting of the night of yesterday.
Most of the actors sleep up to afternoon when it has no show.
Me them she has show.
In general, to Saturday in the morning, they do again on Friday piece at night.
My mother usually hears it to the breakfast.
I find that, of manageable certainty, the master.
But it is not at all how it was imagining.
I think that it is never.
- That cursed clock! Why? - Come, Hastings.
We are going to visit to the studio of carving! Hércules Poirot.
Excuse, but the auditions of variety is ás On Tuesdays.
Just as well.
I am here because of a crime, my lady.
The man is the detective of the newspapers! Exactamente.
It does not look to me what other wants to miss.
In that night, you were not where you said.
You were always here.
I feel an idiot! I never thought that you only wanted the money.
Was it that that you thought? Fortunately we copied a part of program of yesterday for the archives.
Opposite case, it would call one of the girls to play two parts.
You.
Courtney sent him some message this morning to justify his absence? - Not even one "hello".
They were lacking three minutes for the emission and it was not attending the telephone.
I had no alternative otherwise using a copy and to excuse the actors.
Hastings, I fear for what be able to have happened.
Telephone to an Inspector Japp.
Tell him that it will enter at the home of the Mrs.
Courtney, cost what to cost.
- Clear.
Hastings, please! And a case of life or death.
Can I do anything to help? Room to walk, boys.
We go for the apartment from above.
Go down even to the balcony, quickly! Do not be hurt! Does it swim still? The man and you.
Courtney are they friendly old men? In certain way.
She likes going of acquaintances what fulfill secondary papers.
I know to Coconut there are many years.
She was the principal character of the group when I received my first paper.
- Are they very near? - Ear, Poirot.
Am I married, it remembers? I apologise, Mr.
Davidson.
Apologize, but It was trying to try to check only it might find out as for the discussion of yesterday between you.
Courtney and you.
Cronshaw.
Nonetheless.
The environment was very bad during the whole night.
It was how if something was fermenting.
We repaired all.
They talked normally during the dinner? Almost they did not exchange a word.
Nobody said great thing.
The Beltaine was not stopping speaking in a service from porcelain what he wanted for the collection.
Clear that everything was bad then of the dinner and her I took the house again.
And when they were alone in the taxi? Only he said nonsenses on since the Cronshaw had of paying them to him.
The usual hysteria.
Then, I left it at home.
- Which hours were? - Almost midnight.
It had no time to return to the dance therefore, I was soon for house.
It made me feel young person again, since one had been born again.
When I saw it, it was how if the world was a new.
We go already for there.
Up to the sky it seemed more blue.
Let us see her face.
Stop with that! - Inspector? - We find it in the room.
An overdose of cocaine.
Presumably supplied for the boyfriend, the Lord Cronshaw.
All the persons will need die why does one put an end to this madness? The toxicity finished because of him getting a good deal.
The Cronshaw had to supply with this him there is already some time.
Does not it understand, Inspector? The Lord Cronshaw wanted to obstruct you.
Courtney of taking cocaine.
To initial "C" of the silver caixinha it was of her name, I spy.
- Clear! The discussion after the dinner it happened when the Cronshaw confirmed the suspicion of which she had a dose.
It took it from him and she decided to go for house.
Only irritating, it took another dose so what reached house.
What horror.
Only I do not understand how if it fits the murderer of the Cronshaw in this completely.
The devil is between us, but we do not see it.
It will be what Inspector, it will be what it might examine more in detail the body? I do not know what wait to find.
- The case of the Mrs.
Courtney is clear.
- I do not refer to the body of the lady.
I refer to the body of a Lord Cronshaw.
The headlines of the newspapers they think that he is crazy.
What he will be going to find what we have not found yesterday? - Did he see all the pockets? - Pockets, clothes, completely.
- I do not see how - In fact, he does not see, Inspector.
What the trick is, Poirot? Look at his hand.
- What he sees? - A thick fist.
- Hastings? - Also.
But because the thick fist will be? It will be what does it hide a secret? - Here be! - Monkeys bite me! - It was seizing something.
- A pompom.
Mr.
Poirot! - Mrs.
Mallaby! - Captain Hastings.
- We are again.
It could ? - Clear.
I was not managing to make up my mind on the autumn tendencies.
Anyway, Eustace can to pay, now that he is a Viscount Cronshaw.
A pound and six, my man.
The one that owes to herself this visit? You.
Poirot took it into his head what wanted to see the figures.
- A mere whim.
- Is his Highness at home, Samuelson? - His Landlady is in the Morning Room.
- Thank you.
This way, my people.
Samuelson, does the favor of taking these boxes, is it well? Hello, Eustace! I see what it enjoys his inheritance.
And I delimit.
There is, at least, something that consoles me after this sad event.
Poirot! Hastings! Be arrived-well! Good afternoon, Viscount.
What a service of gracious tea! Hastings, this service of tea not only it is "gracious" as he said, but it has no price and is raríssimo.
- He did not know it well at porcelain.
You.
Poirot wanted to see the figures.
- The Meissen? - Yes.
We hear a great deal of them and of as it brought them to this country.
Will it be that it could examine them? - Make itself at home.
- Thank you.
Do I can? - I do not imagine for what it looks.
- Tricks of the profession, does he know? The masks what used yesterday in the dance, are they perfect retorts of this? - To the least detail.
Was this his mask, right? Punch? With the collar of drumbeats and the hunchbacked one? Yes.
I imagine what would take some time putting on and taking off the fact.
It would hold while he was loosening it.
It was what I thought.
Viscount? Where it was after the dinner of last night, in the dance? It was trying to devastate with another buyer of this service.
I managed to jam it.
- In the dining room? - Yes.
Again, I thank for him.
Goodbye.
Be there, Poirot! I have been walking to his search.
Inspector Japp.
I was thinking and, to mine to see, the pompom that was lacking it could belong only of a person.
I agree fully, Inspector.
With license.
- Mrs.
Davidson? - Yes? Can we enter? Thank you.
I apologise, but my husband is not.
It took a drink.
Is it a little early for that, does not it think? - Is it very sociable, is not it? - Yes.
On the contrary of me.
Acting is not a work very stable, does he know? - Is not his profession this? - No.
One day, I thought what would like that it was, but It would not get.
Not in that way, in front of everyone.
It is true.
There are many types of persons in this world, my lady.
- We will be loyal to own knots.
- Perhaps.
- What they want exactamente? - You.
Poirot has an idea to rebuild the environment of yesterday.
- Yes, it is true.
It is only a question of examining the details.
The right nature of the facts what the men used yesterday in the dance.
- Does it understand? - I find that yes.
We would like seeing them.
Does it still have them? I have not them.
My husband took them to order to clean.
Clear.
That it suffers! Excuse the nuisance, Mrs.
Davidson.
We will finish only our tea.
Thank you, Hastings.
The lady is right when he says what would not manage to be an actress.
His eyes betrayed what his language denied.
- Inspector? - A pompom of the Pierrette is lacking.
Lack? Perhaps want to explain us how it stopped to the hand of a dead man? Yes.
I forgot.
It came apart at the seams after the dinner and he did not know what to do with him.
I looked you.
Beltaine, me them he it was in the dining room to talk.
Then, I gave it to a Lord Cronshaw why was it guarding it.
Excuse.
I did not think that it was important.
Does this respond to his question? Mrs.
Davidson, will understand what, while hiding information, it can be covering the culprit up and accusing an innocent one.
Understand, it does not understand? I understand.
Excuse.
SECOND DEATH OF the DANCE IT FRUSTRATES BELGIAN DETECTIVE It seems to me a history perfectly credible.
- Except in an aspect.
- Which? It is a complete lie.
The threads of the pompom what we discover in the hand of the Lord Cronshaw they were pulled out, whereas them of fact of the Mrs.
Davidson was cut.
- Did own she cut them? - No, Hastings.
She only missed the pompom when we spoke in that.
It was therefore what it invented that ridiculous history.
- It of her was cut by the murderer.
- Why? To substitute what the Lord it started of the fact of the murderer.
If it was not it links and the husband was absentee when the Cronshaw died Some of you put the hypothesis of is a duplicated fact? Another Pierrot? Then, and the message what he left? - " Lowestoft? " - Yes, the message.
I suggest what it questions the seller of the service of dinner what you.
Beltaine had just bought.
He will see that one negotiates of porcelain rare Lowestoft.
What there to say what ? It is an hour of restoring the reputation of Hercule Poirot.
This is the National Program.
In substitution of the usual program we are going to present a special emission.
Good night to all.
From here Hercule Poirot speaks.
Several times asked for me to count my cases, but always I refused.
Nevertheless, this night, decide to present you a reconstitution of the case in the Dance of the Victory.
It is therefore that I have here in the studio, the principal members of the party, whose lives were shaken for this tragic event.
I thank them even very much because of having accepted my invitation.
And now I am going to take you even to the hall Colossus in the night of the Dance of the Victory.
The lights are weak.
The musician is heard.
And the shadows of the characters principals appear before us.
Hear.
Almost we manage to hear them.
Harlequin I am, I bend lozenges of several colors.
And I, his Colombina.
Joined we take care of the great loves.
Punch also here appears.
Pompous and boastful being of nothing it will serve him.
So heart of Pulcinella never it him will belong.
The destiny of Pierrot is sad, his painted tear is seen.
It cries for his Pierrette, his unattainable beloved.
The group of masked so it is completed and is joined once more.
Our small evocation it is complete.
The group is before us.
Ladies and Sirs, said to me what is this the wonder of the radio.
Because what we see it is in the eye of our mind.
What is in the eye of his mind, Mrs.
Mallaby? Six characters whom we hear, clear.
Viscount? The same thing.
Six characters such and what as mine you imagine them.
- But what ? - It agrees, Mrs.
Davidson? Clear what we bring into line, Mr.
Poirot.
But now, we are going to see the reality what we have before us.
Ladies and Sirs, the actors! I present them Pierrette, Pierrot, Pulcinella, Punch and Colombina.
- One is absent.
- It is true.
Where the Harlequin is? Viscount, is not remembered what the Harlequin can it be invisible? We are going to reveal the truth.
It is ready to say the truth, Mrs.
Davidson, or do I say? Very well.
It was completely very simple.
The cause of the deaths of the Lord Cronshaw and of the Coconut Courtney it went to terrible drug, cocaine.
During the Dance of the Victory, I was present at a discussion between Lord Cronshaw and you.
I spy.
One was known to go out together, but Cronshaw discovered the vice of Coconut.
The young Lord Cronshaw he was a man of beginnings.
It took away the cocaine of his beloved and it threatened to denounce the supplier what was destroying his life and her of many people others.
However, Coconut was already irreversivelmente falsified.
When it reached house, it already had a fatal dose of cocaína/i> what it had obtained of his supplier what, for his time, knew that the only one escape to the prison would be a murder.
Then and our Harlequin? When I examined the body of the Lord Cronshaw, I did not discover the pompom.
Why? Because the fist was closed with " rigidity mortis ".
The Lord Cronshaw was not killed to the midnight.
They killed it more early and hid the body in a corner up to later.
Do not be able to be! - I saw it somewhat before the midnight.
- No, Mrs.
Mallaby.
The Harlequin whom he saw, the same Harlequin, it is here with us, in this room.
The murderer had a duplicated fact and, after the crime, it assumed the Harlequin's paper.
It came forging a trace when you are incriminating.
Beltaine, for his obsession for porcelain Lowestoft.
Ridiculous, since you.
Beltaine not it was managing to change in fact without help.
The crime had place soon to follow it to the dinner, when the murderer was alone with the Lord Cronshaw.
Cronshaw knew the truth on the business of cocaine.
To avoid what were denouncing it and to preserve the business of drugs, the murderer stabbed the Lord Cronshaw even to the death.
Then, the murderer did not notice what the last act of the Lord Cronshaw it pulled the pompom of the fact.
The body was then hidden in a corner and the plan could continue.
Finally, after doing sign á Mrs.
Mallaby before the midnight, last task it took away the body of the hiding place, to give the impression of which the crime it had finished of being committed.
They are lacking 12 seconds for the midnight.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
The murderer left soon, knowing that, when they were discovering the body, they would think that he would be at home.
- No, he cannot have been Chris.
- But it was, Mrs.
Davidson! It was his husband who was alone with the Lord Cronshaw, it was his husband who gave more cocaine to Coconut when they were joined in the taxi and, in spite of what he said to us, it was his husband who had time sufficient to return to the dance and to complete his farce, being put on of Harlequin.
Even so, it protects it.
Even after discovering what it links her was to tease in the crime, his woman herself, when it substituted the pompom what was pulled out of his fact with what he cut of his.
- Do not listen to him, wanted.
Congratulations, Mr.
Poirot, for this moment of so pleasant police fiction.
It is true.
I am afraid that that is alone.
On a Mon.
only! What it means with that? If you.
Davidson not to testify on the business of the drugs, fear what completely what I told to them now do not pass of theory.
- Then, do I presume what has finished? - Yes.
Unless the Harlequin has still a last trick.
Mrs.
Mallaby? With which hand did it see the Harlequin writing? Good Lord! The Cronshaw was skilful! Christopher Ian Davidson, it is imprisoned for the murder of Viscount Cronshaw and I Spy on Courtney.
If he had not gone far too much when the Beltaine wrote the trace on, it would be going out from here now together with us.
But, as Mr said.
Ackerley, " them actors never know when it will stop ".
Much obliged by his collaboration.
It was an honor to have accepted my invitation.
I am certain of what it was an experience elucidatory for our listeners.
Mr.
Ackerley, is to his search.
The persons do not stop phoning.
They are complaining of that awful pronunciation.
They say that it lowers the level of English and other things.
The Sir Jonh Reith is to his wait in his room.
Thousand excuses.
- Do not take it very much seriously, Poirot.
- No.
It does not surprise me.
- No? - No.
The Inspector had to take care of his elocution.
Monkeys bite me! There is nothing of badly in mine to speak.
It is this type of expressions like " only on a Mon.
" what discredits the language.
We go, Hastings.
I am going to lend to an Inspector my copy of: " English: Since It Must Be Spoken ".
Taxi!