We present Peter Cook and Marjorie Westbury in the Francis
Durbridge serial Paul Temple and the Van Dyke Affair episode 1
The Sitter Inn. Oh, Paul, do stop that awful
noise you. Mean awful noise.
It's from Oklahoma. Not when I saw it.
Thank you. Paul, I've been thinking about
this, Desmond. Steve, I don't want to talk
about the Desmond case, but I I've been talking about it all
day. I want to rest.
Why don't you read a book, have a bath or something?
Bath. Why should I have a bath?
You know, it's not a bad idea. I quite agree.
Charlie yes Sir, doesn't in it. Yes, Sir, I'm going to have a
bath. A bath, Sir.
Yes, a bath. BATH.
Run the water and make sure it's hot.
Yes, Sir. Oh, and I'd like the bath salts.
The expensive ones. The ones you like, Charlie.
Very. Good Sir.
And Paul, dear, yes dear, please don't sing.
Remember the neighbours. Do you like opera, Charlie?
Yes, Sir. Good, I'm going to sing Aida.
Niall Scene I. Presume you'll be enchanted,
Charlie. I hope so, Sir.
I someone at the door. Excuse me, Mr. T it's all right.
I'll answer it. You run the water, Charlie.
It's all right. Why Hello, Sir Graham.
Hello Steve, is that husband of yours young?
Yes, matter of fact, he's just going to have a bath, but come
along in. Thank you.
Yes, I am. I think you've met Inspector
Eden, Steve. Oh, yes, of course.
How are you, Inspector? I'm.
Very well, thank you, Missus Temple.
I'm afraid we've dropped in to an awkward moment.
No, that's all right. I'll tell Paul you're here.
I decide to take a bath. Our so-called hot waters is so
Graham. Hello.
Temple, sorry if we got you out of the bath.
You arrived just in time, 5 minutes late.
I should have been a human icicle.
You look happy, Eden. What's on your mind?
I'm very worried about the Desmond case.
Yes, I'll bet you are. I never know.
This is a case. Even the American papers are
full of it. I I understand Temple that
you've seen, Missus Desmond. Yeah, she found me shortly after
the baby disappeared, and she's been phoning and writing ever
since. Looks, Graham, I admit I'm
interested in this case, but I'd like to hear your side of the
story. Well, go on, Eden.
Let me have the facts. Assume I know nothing whatever
about the case inspector. Right.
Well, a young widow, Missus Mary Desmond, has a flat in Western
House where it's a large block of flats on the Edgeware Rd.
Yes, I know. On about a week ago week, last
Tuesday to be exact, Missus Desmond had a date in town.
She'd been invited out to dinner by a young fellow called Terry
Palmer. Palmer's an old friend.
They go out together quite a lot.
I. See Missus Desmond has an 18
months old baby and since the death of her husband just over 2
years ago, both she and the baby Susan have lived at Weston
House. Whenever she wants to go out in
the evening, she employs a sitter in.
It's always the same sitter in Miss Millicent, an elderly
spinster. Yes, well, last Tuesday week the
old girl agreed to sit in as usual.
She turned up at the flat at about 6:30 and Missus Desmond
met Terry Palmer at the Commodore Club in Brook Street
just after 715. Now go on.
Why? I think you can carry on from
here, Sir Graham. Well, they stayed at the
Commodore until 10:45 when Missus Desmond arrived back at
the flat, which was after 11:15. There was no sign of Miss
Millicent or the baby. They had completely disappeared.
I see. Well, those are the facts,
Temple. Now tell us how you fit into the
picture. I'm afraid I don't, at least not
officially. But as I told you, I've had
several letters from Missus Desmond and this morning Terry
Palmer phoned me. He seemed very anxious that I
should have a talk to her. And did you?
Yes, Stephen, I went down to Weston House shortly after
breakfast. When we arrived at the flat,
Terry Palmer was there. He was rather a different sort
of person from what I'd expected.
Mr Temple. Yes.
Do come in. Thank you.
Oh, this is my wife. Oh.
How'd you do, Missus Temple? How do you do?
It's very good of you both to come.
I must apologise for farting. But you see, Terry, it's Mr and
Missus Temple. Mary.
Oh. You seem surprised, Missus
Desmond. Weren't you expecting us?
You said in your letter that you were too busy to see me, so I.
That was over a week ago. Mary, I I spoke to Mr Temple
again this morning. He's changed his mind only to
the extent of having a talk with him.
Missus Desmond, I doubt very much if there's anything I can
do. Then why did you come?
Well, Mr Palmer said that you were desperate and that you
wanted to see me. Well, I have seen you and I'm
quite sure you're right. There is nothing you could do
for me. Will you please?
Go, Mary, please. Oh, is this a photograph of your
little girl? Yes, that's Susan.
She's very pretty, isn't she? How old is she, Missus Desmond?
She's just 18 months. Is she walking?
Yes, she started to walk when she was 12 months.
She's rather advanced to her age.
I suppose you don't happen to have a photograph of Miss
Millicent? No, but the police have.
I believe they got it from Miss Edwards.
Who is Miss Edwards? That's Queen Edward.
She lives with Miss Millicent. Where?
In a small house on the Finchley Rd.
And you say this Queenie Edwards lives with her?
Yes. She's a sort of paying guest.
I understand they've been together for years.
I see. Missus Desmond.
I'm quite prepared to do anything which might help the
police to find your baby. Police, They'll never find
Susan. All they do is ask a lot of
stupid questions. My dear, you've got to have
patience. Patience, I don't know how you
can be so calm about things. Terry.
It's over a week since Susan disappeared.
Oh, Mary, please. Now, come on, my dear,
Everything is going to be all right.
Let's see if I've got the facts right.
Missus Desmond, on Tuesday of last week, you and Mr Palmer had
dinner at the Commodore Club. You arrived there at about about
7:30. And when did you get back to the
flat? 11:15 What happened, Missus
Desmond? Well, I rang the bell and there
was no reply, so I came to the conclusion that Miss Millicent
had fallen asleep. She did that once before, didn't
you, Terry? Yes, yes she did.
No, go on. Well, when I realised that she
wouldn't answer the door, I let myself in.
The flat looked perfectly all right.
Radio was playing, the curtains were drawn, they all looked
perfectly normal. And then, of course, I found the
flat was empty. What did you do?
Well, I phoned Miss Edwards to see if Miss Millicent returned
home and of course she hadn't. Was Miss Edwards surprised when
you told her what had happened? Yes, of course.
She seemed awfully upset. I thought, go on.
There's nothing else to tell. No one had seen Miss Millicent
or Susan, no one in the block. I mean, I made Terry telephone
for the police. Missus Desmond, you said just
now that when you went to the flat the radio was playing.
Yes. Can you remember what it was
playing? It was dance music.
Just what I'm afraid I can't remember I.
See, you haven't told the temple about the telephone message,
Mary. Oh yes, Miss Millicent had
rather a bad memory, so if anyone rang up I used to make
her jot the message down on a pad.
It really didn't matter then if she forgot to tell me about it.
And was there a message on this particular night?
Yes, it was scribbled on the pad by the telephone.
I can't just remember how it was worded, but.
It was in Miss Millicent's handwriting and said Mr Van Dyke
telephoned. He left no message.
Mr Van Dyke. Yes.
And The funny thing is Mary doesn't know anyone called Van
Dyke. Neither do I if it comes to
that. Missus Desmond, I read something
in one of the papers about a doll.
Oh yes, Susan had a little Dutch doll in a blue dress.
Terry bought it for her. It isn't in the flat.
She must have taken it with her. And there's nothing else
missing. No, nothing.
When did you first meet Miss Millicent?
About a year ago I was advertising for a sitter in in
the local paper and Miss Millicent answered the
advertisement. I see, Mr Temple, if anything's
happened to Susan, I'm quite sure Miss Millicent hasn't had
anything to do with it. How well do you know this friend
of hers, Queenie Edwards? Oh, hardly at all.
Miss Millicent brought her to the flat one night about six
months ago, and I suppose I've spoken to her about half a dozen
times on the telephone. Is she about the same age as
Miss Millicent? Oh, no, she's about 30.
She works with Madame Flaubert's the Milliner's in Mount St.
I see. Well, thank you, Missus Desmond.
Now don't worry. And remember, the police may
seem to ask a lot of unnecessary questions, but in the long run,
I can assure you it's for the best.
Yeah, she told us about the phone call.
Temple also about the doll, but it doesn't seem to have got us
anywhere. Did you check the call,
Inspector, the Van Dyke call, I mean, yes, there was a call, all
right. He went through the Western
House switchboard about 9:00. So Miss Millicent then,
presumably the baby must have been in the flat up till then,
yes? You know, there's one point in
Missus Desmond's story that struck me as being rather odd.
Why did she ring the bell instead of simply letting
herself into the flat? Yes, it struck me, too.
What do you make of this Van Dyke business, Temple?
Do you think Missus Desmond's telling the truth when she says
she doesn't know anyone of that name?
Yes, I think she is. What's your opinion of Palmer
Temple? I'm not exactly impressed by
him, Inspector. I'll see what you mean.
I think Palmer's all right. Of course, he's in rather a
difficult position, isn't he? Why is he very friendly with
Missus Desmond? I don't know.
It's difficult to say. Steve.
He's a great friend of our husbands.
The three of them went about a lot together.
What does he do? Well, he calls himself a
freelance journalist. What happened this morning,
Temple, after you saw Missus Desmond?
I sent Steve along to Madame Flo Bears.
I wanted to to take a good look at Queenie Edwards.
Did you take a good look at the Steve?
Yes, we had quite an interesting conversation.
I'll bet you did what? Do you mean?
Go on, Steve, tell us what happened.
Well, as soon as I walked into Madame Flaubert's I spotted
Queenie Edwards. I don't know how I recognise
I've never seen her before. Good old intuition.
But I knew instinctively that that tall, rather good looking
girl was Queenie Edwards. Good morning, Madame.
Good morning. You've got a rather nice little
hat in the window, the one over there with the flower.
Do you think I could try it on? Yes, of course, Madame.
Excuse me a moment. I'll get it for you.
Thank you. Are you being attended to,
Madam? Yes, thank you.
Ah, yes, I see. Miss Edwards.
He's looking after you. Yes.
She's getting a hat for me. I see.
Is this the one? Oh, yes, that's it.
Oh. Oh, it's dark blue.
I thought it was black. No, Madam.
Dark blue. Won't you try it on?
Thank you. It is nice, isn't it?
What a pity. It's blue.
Did you particularly want black? Yes, I did.
It is very nice. How much is it?
It's 12 1/2 Guineas, Madam. It's rather a lot, isn't it?
It's a model, you see, I'm afraid most of our hats are
models. All right, I have it.
Thank you, Madame. Here's my card.
Would you send it to that address, please?
Yes, certainly. Miss Missus Temple?
Yes. Missus Paul Temple.
Yes, that's right. You're Queen Edwards, aren't
you? Yes.
I was talking to a friend of yours this morning.
Or rather, a friend of a friend. And Missus Desmond.
I've only met Missus Desmond once.
She's terribly upset about her baby.
And Miss Millicent? Yes, I know.
What do you think happened, Miss Edwards?
Do you think I don't know what happened?
I see. When was the last time you saw
Miss Millicent? I saw the night she went to
Missus Desmond's. We had tea together.
She was in quite good spirits. I'm sure she never dreamt that
anything like this would happen. What do you think has happened?
I've told you. I don't know.
Would you like this hat in a box, Madam?
Or shall I ask one of our assistants?
Miss Edwards? Yes, my husband has promised
Missus Desmond to find out what's happened to her baby and
to your friend Miss Millicent. Now, I'm not suggesting that you
know anything, but but what? Oh.
Why do you resent being questioned?
Surely you realise? I mean, there's far too many
questions. First the police, then the
report isn't, and now you come snooping around.
You didn't want that hat. You only came in here because
you wanted to pry and push your nose into things which don't
concern you. Now go away.
Leave me alone, Miss Edwards. Please.
Oh, please don't. Is anything the matter, Madame?
No, no, no. It's quite all right, Queenie.
What is it? What is the matter with you?
I'm sorry, Madame Flaubert. Queenie.
You will have to pull yourself together, my dear.
We cannot go on like this, you know.
I know. Hello.
I'm so sorry, Madame. Usually little overwrought.
She had a great deal of worry just recently.
That's all right. It's quite all right.
I understand perfectly. Is there anything I can show
you, Madame? No, if you don't mind, I would
like to talk to Miss Edwards. Of course, Madam.
Of course. I quite understand.
I will leave you with her. Thank you.
I'm sorry. I I'm.
I'm sorry I blew off steam like that.
That's all right. Wait till my husband hears what
I paid for this hat. He'll blow off steam.
All right, Queenie, You don't mind if I ask you one or two
questions now, do you? No, No.
Go on. Did Miss Millicent work for
anyone else besides Mrs Desmond? Yes.
One or two people who, for instance, Well, I I just can't
remember, not off hand, but Mr Shelley would know.
Why don't you ask him Who's Mr Shelley?
He runs a mother's Help Bureau in Hampstead.
I think he calls himself Shelley Services.
And Miss Millicent worked for Shelley Services?
I think she did about two nights a week for them.
She didn't get Mrs Desmond through Shelley.
That was a private arrangement. How well did you know Miss
Millicent? Oh, ever so well.
We've been together for years. She was an old school friend of
mothers. I see.
Gwinnie, have you heard of anyone called Van Dyke?
Van Dyke? No, not that I know of.
But it's funny you should ask me that.
The police asked me that very same question.
Did they? Yes.
And I told him I'd never heard of anyone called Van Dyke.
I'm sure Miss Millicent hadn't either.
Who is he, anyway? He telephoned Missus Desmond the
night your friend disappeared. What's your opinion about all
this, Queenie? I don't know.
I've thought about it. I've, I've lain awake every
night thinking about it. But.
But I don't know what could have happened to it.
I just don't know. And that's the truth, Missus
Temple. Well, he was certainly got a
great deal more out of Queenie Edwards than we did, Steve.
Yes, we seem to get off on entirely the wrong foot.
It was quite a while before she even told us about Shelley.
Did you see this fellow, Shelley?
We did. Have you seen him, Temple?
No, not yet. What a character.
Queenie Edwards is right. He runs a sort of mother's Helps
agency. To look at him, you'd think he'd
walk straight out of the chorus. But.
He's got his head screwed on all right.
I shouldn't be surprised he isn't a pretty shrewd.
Bird. Yes, I'm quite sure he is.
Was he any help, Sir Graham? Well, he gave us the names and
addresses of two other people who've employed Miss Millicent
as a Sitter Inn. Unfortunately, they couldn't
help us. I don't have to tell you why
we're here at Temple. We shall need all the help we
can get over this case. It's a pretty tough assignment.
Yeah, and a pretty expensive one too, by the look of things.
What do you mean? 12 Guineas for a hat, Timothy.
Penny for your thoughts Penny for your thoughts.
You've been gazing into space for the last 10 minutes.
I. Was thinking about Terry Palmer.
He's either a very good freelance journalist or he's got
a private income. Right, I'll answer it.
Hello. Hello.
Who is that? Please?
This is Missus Temple speaking. Oh, this is Queenie Edwards.
Do you Remember Me when we met this morning?
You. Madam Flo Best?
Yes, of course I remember you. What is it, Queenie?
I want to talk to your husband. Is he there?
Missus Temple. Oh, please.
It's very important. Yes.
Just a minute. It's Queenie Edwards.
She wants to talk to you. Sounds a bit on it, right?
I'll take it on the bedroom extension.
You hold on, Steve. Just a minute, Queenie.
My husband's coming. It won't be long.
Will you, Misses Temple? No.
No, of course not. Is anything wrong, Queenie?
I've got to see your husband, Misses Temple.
It's terribly important. Hello.
Is that you, Mr Temple? Yes.
What can I do for you, Miss Edwards?
I've got to see you. It's important.
I've got to see you tonight. Well, what is it you want to see
me about? About Miss Millicent, Listen,
there's something I've got to tell you.
Please believe me, Mr Temple. It really is important all.
Right, I'll see you. You've got my address.
No, no, I I don't want to come to your place, not tonight.
I I don't think it would be wise.
Could you, could you meet me somewhere?
Well, where would you suggest? Well, I'm at Marlow, I'm
catching the 928. Could you meet me at Paddington?
Paddington yes, all right. The train gets in at 10:45.
I think it's platform 6. Yes.
All right, Miss Edwards, I don't worry.
We'll be there. Oh, thank.
You. Oh, Mr Temple?
Yeah. Just in case I don't see you I
I've posted a letter to you. Well, what do you mean you
posted? Hello.
Yeah, hello. She's rung off Paul.
Yeah, yes. Did you hear what she said,
Steve? Yes.
What do you make of it? I.
Don't know. I wonder what she's doing out at
Marlow. Marlow That's on the Thames near
Maidenhead. Paddington 10:45 I'm going down
to get the car darling. I don't see any sign of Queenie.
Are you sure this is the Marlow train?
Yes, of course it is. Is that sort of no, no, it isn't
it. Doesn't look to me as if she's
on the trains do. You.
No, I'm afraid it doesn't. Look, you stay here, darling.
I'm going further down in case we miss her.
Not all. I know her.
Steve, what's? The matter?
She was on the train only. Only one Steve, What's happened?
She's been beaten up, Paul. Somebody must have gone into her
compartment. Her face was in a dreadful
state. Thank God she was unconscious.
They've taken her to the hospital.
Isn't there anything we can do? Will it take me back to the?
Front, yes, all right. And I wonder if we'll get that
letter tomorrow morning. Really, Paul, have you finished
shaving yet? I'm.
Nearly finished, Has the post arrived?
Not yet. You'll be here any minute now.
The breakfast ready? All right, I'm coming.
Oh, there's the phone. Shall I answer?
No, it's all right, Steve. I'll take it.
Hello. Hello.
Is that you, Temple? Yes, speaking.
This is Eden. Oh, good morning, Inspector
Temple. Listen, I thought you'd like to
know about that girl, Queenie Edwards.
What's happened? She's dead.
She died at 4:00 this morning. I'm sorry about that.
Did you see her, Inspector? Yes, I was at the hospital when
it happened. Did she talk?
No. Unfortunately, the poor girl
never regained consciousness. I see.
I understand you were Paddington last night.
Yes. I had a phone message from
Queenie Edwards asking me to meet her there.
I'll tell you about that later. Yes.
All right. Well, I thought I'd let you
know. Temple.
Yes. Well, thanks for ringing.
Bye, goodbye. What happened, Paul?
Is it Queenie Edwards? Yes, she isn't.
Yes, darling, I'm afraid, Sir. Oh, Paul, what a dreadful thing.
A poor girl. Steve, don't upset yourself.
Yes. What is it, Charlie?
It's supposed, Sir. No, thanks.
It's rather a lot this morning, Sir.
Oh, has the letter arrived? Let me see.
Ah Marlow postmark. Yes, this is it.
Wow. What's the matter?
Isn't there a letter inside? No, no, there's just this
ticket. What is it?
It's a cloakroom ticket, Commodore Club number 94, but.
Why should Queen Ian will send you a cloakroom ticket?
There must be a coat or something at the Commodore that
she wants me to collect. We'll go there tonight.
It's so good going along this morning, we'd only arouse
suspicions. Come on, let's have breakfast.
Good evening, Sir. Good evening.
This is the Commodore Club, isn't?
It, Eddie said. Oh, you, you see, very quiet
tonight. Yes, just a bit on a quiet side.
Probably live and unladen. Now where on earth did I put
that ticket? Always.
They gave me these tickets and then said, ah, here we are.
Thank you. Isn't.
Hey, what's this for, Sir? A Nova coat?
Well, I think it's just a minute.
Number 94. It's an attache.
Case. Isn't it the one that was left
here a couple of days ago? Yes.
It belongs to a friend of mine.
He asked me to pick it up for him.
I wondered when he was going to collect it. 94 Yes, this is it.
All right, Every answer. Unattached case.
Thank you. Oh.
Thank you, Sir. Oh, this friend of mine, Mr
Dear, my memory. And Mr Palmer?
Wasn't it, Sir? Oh, yes.
Yes, Mr Palmer. He didn't leave anything else,
did he? No, Sir.
Would have been marked on a ticket if he'd left anything
else, Sir. Oh, I see.
Well, good night. Good night, Sir.
Thank you, Sir. Everything all right, darling?
Yes. Did you get the Oh, it's a
Natasha case, So that's what the ticket was for?
Yes, it was left of the cloak room by Terry Palmer.
Palmer But how do you know? The attendant told me.
Apparently Palmer left it there 2 days ago.
Switch the engine off, Steve. Let's see what's inside this
thing. Is the case locked?
Yes. Oh, Paul, wait a minute.
What are you doing? Just a minute.
What are you listening for? It's all right.
I've already done that. Don't worry, Steve, it won't
blow up. I hope.
How are you going to get a dope faucet?
No, I've got some keys here somewhere.
Oh, here we are. I think one of these might fit.
This looks a possibility. No, I'm afraid it's too.
But just a minute. Yes, that's done it by Timothy.
Steve. Look, look what's in the case.
It's the doll. It's the little Dutch doll.
Is Charlie out? Yes, Paul, what are you going to
do about this doll? I made a phonesogram I want to
examined. I want to know if there's
anything inside it. I'd like to tear the thing to
pieces myself, but I suppose the arm wouldn't like that it.
Looks a perfectly ordinary doll to me it.
Looks it. But why did Palmer put it in a
Natasha case and deposit it at the Commodore?
Well, if Palmer was responsible for the kidnapping of Miss
Millicent and the baby, oh frankly, I don't see how he
could have been. Well then obviously you'd want
to get rid of the doll. Why?
He probably thought it was incriminating.
And surely the obvious thing to do would be to destroy it.
Oh yes, doesn't make sense, does it?
I wonder if by any chance the cloakroom attendant, What does
it say? There's a note here on the pad
by the telephone. Charlie must have written it.
Well, what does it say? It says a Mr Van Dyke
telephoned. He left no message.
That was the first episode of the Francis Derbridge serial
Paul Temple and the Van Dyke Affair, with Peter Cook as Paul
Temple and Marjorie Westbury as Steve.
The part of Sir Graham Forbes was played by Richard Williams,
Terry Palmer by Peter Wilde and Queenie Edwards by Armine
Sanford, with production for the BBC by Martin C Webster.
Well, tomorrow, with Queenie dead, will her clue help Paul
and Steve find the missing baby? We present Peter Cook and
Marjorie Westbury in the Francis Derbridge serial Paul Temple and
the Van Dyke affair episode 2 The Marlow incident.
What is it, Steve? There's a note here on the pad
by the telephone. Charlie must have written it.
Well, what does it say? It says a Mr Van Dyke
telephoned. He left no message.
Van Dyke. Wasn't it the man who phoned
Missus Desmond the night that Millicent and the baby
disappeared? Yes, it was.
Let me have a look at that note, Steve.
Yeah. It's Charlie's handwriting.
I wonder what time this man telephoned.
Well, we left the flat at about 8:30, so it must have been after
that. Oh, here's Charlie.
Oh, hello, Charlie. I thought you had gone out for
the evening. Yeah, so did I, but barrels took
me up. What again?
She's now getting temperamental these days.
Charlie. We've just seen this note.
What time did the man telephone? Soon after you left.
I supposed to be about 8:30. Well, what did he say?
This Mr Van Dyke? He didn't say anything.
At least not much. The phone rang.
I picked it up and the voice said can I speak to Mr Temple
please? I said I'm sorry, but he's out.
Any message? And then what happened?
The voice said no message, just tell him when Mr Van died,
telephoned and that's all. That's all.
What did he sound like? It was quite a pleasant sort of
chat. Would you recognise his voice
again? Well, I don't know about that.
All right, Charlie, See what that is?
Very good, Sir. Good evening.
Could we see Mr Temple, please? Well, could you tell Mister
Temple that Missus Desmond and Terry Palmer would like a word?
Very good, Missus Desmond. I put the doll behind that
cushion. Yes, dear.
Oh, come in, Missus Desmond. Thank you.
Hello, Palmer. Hello, I hope we're not
interrupting your dinner. Oh Lord no, we finished ages
ago. All right, Charlie.
OK, Missus D. You look very worried, Palmer.
Has anything happened? Haven't you seen the evening
paper? No.
Queen Edwards is dead. She's been murdered.
Look. Oh.
Yeah, yes, I knew about this. What does it say in the paper
ball? And simply says that she was
beaten up and died as a result of her injuries.
It also points out, not without significance, that she was a
friend of Miss Millicent's Mr Temple.
Do you think Queenie Edwards was murdered?
Millie's got into a head that Queen Edward was murdered
because she knew why Miss Millicent and the baby were
kidnapped. Always assuming, of course, that
Miss Millicent and the baby were kidnapped.
What do you mean? What other explanation could
there be? Well, let's take a look at the
facts of this case. Just over a week ago, you and Mr
Palmer had dinner at the Commodore Club.
You left your baby in the care of a sitter in a Miss Millicent.
When you return to your flat, both the baby and the sitter in
had disappeared, right? Yes.
There was a note in Miss Millicent's handwriting saying
that a Mr Van Dyke had telephone but had left no message.
Now, neither you or Mr Palmer had heard of anyone called Van
Dyke. We hadn't.
Now Miss Medicine shared a house with a girl called Queenie
Edwards. Last night I had a phone call
from Queenie Edwards, from Marlow, asking me to meet her at
Paddington Station. You had a call?
She said she had a very important message for me about
Miss Medicine, adding as an afterthought that if by any
chance I missed her, she posted me a letter.
Well, I did miss her. As you know, she was beaten up
and received injuries from which she died.
And the letter? The letter turned out to be a
cloak room ticket. Cloakroom ticket.
What for? For the cloakroom at the
Commodore Club. I took the ticket along this
evening, and in return they handed me an attache case.
Would you like to see what was in that case?
Palmer? Yes, I would lift that cushion.
Steve Terry, Look. It's the doll.
It's Susan's doll, but. Where on earth did you get?
It I've told you it was in the attache case at the Commodore.
Yes, but who left it there? Don't you know, Palmer?
What do you mean? What the devil are you getting
at? Didn't you leave the doll there
in this Natasha case 2 days ago? I most certainly did not.
Mary, you don't believe that? I Of course not, Mr Temple.
What on earth gave you such an idea?
The cloakroom attendant told me that Mister Palmer left the case
a couple of days ago. But that's absolute nonsense.
Then did you leave any other case at the Commodore?
No, I didn't. I haven't been in the other
club. Not since.
Not since that night. That's the truth, isn't it,
Mary? Yes, I see.
May I take the dog? Please.
Well, I'm afraid I shall have to hand it over to the Inspector,
Missus Desmond. Just for a moment, please all.
Right. Is it the same doll?
Yes, it's the same doll all. Right.
I can tell by the skirt. No, Terry.
Merry dying. Don't temple.
What's behind all this? If what you've told us is true,
then someone must have deliberately taken the doll from
the child, put it in the attache case and left it in the
Commodore. Exactly.
But why? For heaven's sake?
Why? I don't know.
Why not yet. Palmer.
Oh, hello, Sir Graham. Sorry if I've got you out of
bed. Out of bed, we've been up for
hours. Morning, Sir Graham, have you
had breakfast? Yes, thanks.
Oh. Good.
Charlie's out and I'm packing. We're going away for the
weekend. As a matter of fact, we're going
down to Marlow. Oh, that's not a bad idea.
That's what I thought. Are you staying at the
Wordsworth? Yes.
Eden's got one of his men down there.
He'll probably look you up. Oh good sit downs again.
Oh, thank you. Well, we've, we've checked the
doll. It's a perfectly ordinary doll.
Nothing unusual about it. What about the Itasha case?
I'm afraid it doesn't tell us a great deal either.
There were two sets of prints. One was yours.
The other belonged to Bert Walters, the cloakroom
attendant. He now says he's not absolutely
sure that it was Palmer who left the case.
Do you still think it was? I don't know.
Well, if it was, how did Queen Edwards get hold of a cloakroom
ticket? That's what I'd like to know.
What's more to the point, why did she get hold of it and why
did she take the trouble to send it to me?
Well, I think the answer to that's pretty obvious, Temple.
She wanted you to know that Palmer's mixed up in this
business, that he's probably responsible for the kidnapping
of Miss Millicent of the. Baby.
Then why did he leave the doll at the Commodore?
Why not destroy it or throw it away?
Well, no, Sir Graham. Whoever left that doll in the
cloakroom did so because they've been given instructions to do
so. I'm not so sure about that
temple. Well, we'll see.
Tell me, did you find out why Queenie Edwards went down to
Marlow? No, we didn't.
Eden thinks that she went down to Seamus Millicent.
He thinks they were in league with one another.
Just exactly what they were in league about.
Seems to have escaped him. That's an interesting theory.
No, no, no, don't get. Up So, Graham, you say that
Inspector Eden's got one of his men down at Marlow?
Yes, Sergeant Digby is a bright, you'll like him, Temple.
He's staying at the Wordsworth Hotel.
Has he discovered anything? Yes, he has.
When Queenie Edwards arrived at Marlow, she went straight to the
Wordsworth. She made the telephone call from
there to about 9:15. Well, that must have been the
one to ask for, yes? Well, I hope you both have a
pleasant weekend. Thank.
You it's a delightful spot. Yes, I like it.
I've always liked it. I like that stretch of the
river. Yes, it's it's so peaceful down
there. Let's hope it stays that way.
It's a grab. Come in.
Oh, excuse me, Mr Temple. Yes.
My name is Digby, Sir. I had a message through from the
yard that you and misses. Oh, yes, of course.
Come in, Sergeant. Thank you.
May I introduce my wife, Sergeant Digby?
How'd you do, missus Sergeant? I thought I'd just let you know
that I'm staying here under the name of Baker, Sir.
Baker. Yes, in room 26, Room 26.
If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know.
Oh, thank you, Sergeant. Tell me, how long are you
staying down here? Well, I didn't end going back to
town this afternoon, Sir. But, well, as a matter of fact,
Mr Temple, I think I'm on to something.
Really. Yes.
You see, when Queenie Edwards came down here to Marlow, I
mean, she made a beeline for this hotel.
That was about 4:15. She ordered tea and she sat in
the lounge until about 6:30. Now, I've had a talk to one of
the waiters, a reliable old chap, and he said it was obvious
that Queenie Edwards was waiting for someone who never turned up.
Go on. Well, she hung about the hotel
until about 9:15. Then she made a telephone call
and caught the 928. Back to town, I see.
And you don't happen to know who she was expecting, Sergeant?
No, but I've got a pretty good hunch.
Missus Temple. Oh, really?
Do you by any chance know a rather flamboyant individual
called Shelley's? Huh.
Shelley. Yes.
He he runs a mother's Help Bureau at Hampstead.
Miss Minnison was on his books. Yeah, that's the man we've never
met, but I know who you mean. Go on.
Well, Roger Shelley has a bungalow near here, Has he?
Indy as it's over on the far side of the river between Marlow
and Maidenhead. Very interesting.
He's supposed to use the place for weekends, but so far as I
can gather, he spends a great deal more time down here than he
does in town. Anyway, to cut a long story, you
think that Queenie Edwards came down here to see Shelley?
Yes, Sir, I do. Well, that bungalow.
Certainly a strange coincidence, isn't it?
You're surely down here at the moment.
Yes, as a matter of fact, that's why I'm staying on.
What do you mean? Well, I bumped into him last
night here in the hotel bar. We started talking about the
weather and cars. You know how it is.
Suddenly I forget how the conversation started.
He he mentioned this card game Canasta.
He said he was anxious to learn it.
Well, I'm going to teach him. He's invited me out to his
bungalow. I'm expected for dinner at 8:00.
Smart work, Digby. It's a small point, Sergeant,
but can you play Canasta? I can't even play gin rummy, Mrs
Denver. What are you going to do?
I'll get by all right. I certainly ought to.
I've been reading about the confounded games in 6:00 this
morning. Anyway, I don't.
Intend to spend the entire evening playing cards with Mr
Shelley. I'm rather interested to get Mr
Shelley's views on the Desmond case, Provided you'll talk about
it. Oh, he'll talk all right.
It's not the reticent time. What time do you expect to be
back? Oh, about 11.
Certainly. No later.
I'll drop in on you if you like. Tell you how I've got on.
Yes. I wish you weren't very good,
Sir. Sergeant, tell me, what exactly
do you hope to get out of Mr Shelley?
Wow. Just between ourselves, Mrs
Temple promotion. Paul, you're awake.
Yes, of course I'm awake. What time is it?
It's just gone. 1:30 it's. Very odd about Digby, isn't it?
I wonder why he didn't call? I don't know.
Look, I'm going round to his room.
What number did he say it was 26?
Yes #26. What are you doing?
What do you think I'm doing? I'm coming with you, of course.
He's not back yet. Well, let's go in.
But he can't have come back yet. Bed hasn't been slept in.
Well, he ought to be back by now, surely it's after 1:30.
How long would it take him to get to the bungalow?
I'm not quite sure where it is of.
Course it's possible, I suppose, that he was.
What is it, Steve? Is that the bathroom over there?
Well, I should imagine so. Why?
What is it? Oh.
Nothing, I'm just imagining things.
Imagining what? Well.
I thought I heard someone in the bathroom.
Well, we'll soon find out. He says what's happened to him.
Digby. Digby.
What happened? Temple?
Listen not Take it easy. Take it easy.
What is it? Digby, Mr Van Dyke?
Yes. Tried to.
I'm afraid he's dead, Steve. Come on, dear.
Let's go back to our world. Paul, what are you going to do?
I only hope there's somebody on at this time of night.
Hello. Who is that?
This is the manager, McCall. The night port is off duty.
Can I do anything? For you, yes.
I want a call to London, please. It's very urgent.
OK, I'll put you through to the. Exchange just a minute.
Did you say it was the manager speaking?
Yeah. That's right, Bill McCall.
Well, Mr McCall, when I finish this conversation, would you
come up to room 26, please? Oh.
Yeah, yeah. Surely I'm putting you through
now. Thank you.
Number please. I want London Langham 54 O1.
It's very urgent, Langham. 54 O1.
Please. Hold the line.
Please. All right.
We're phoning Paul. Inspector Eden, I want him to
know about Digby before I tell the local people.
There's just a chance that Eden might not want me to get in
touch with the local police. It's ringing now.
Hello. Is that your inspector?
Yes. Who is it?
This is Temple, Paul Temple. This is a fine time to ring up
Eden. Listen, I'm at Marlow at the
Wordsworth Hotel. Digby's been murdered.
What? Digby's been murdered.
And I want to know if you'd like me to tell the local people, can
Digby have been murdered? We found him in his room only 5
minutes ago. Temple.
Listen, Digby left Marla this morning.
He called the 8:32. I saw him at the yard at 11:00
and I was with him until 7:15 this evening.
You were with Digby until 7:15 this evening?
But that's impossible. Well.
What's happened? What is it?
Inspector, what does Digby look like?
Oh, he's about 6 foot rather on the thin side.
Small moustache. Heavens, you're right,
Inspector. We've been taken in with.
Who the devil is this man? I don't know, but he certainly
isn't Sergeant Digby. Would you like a cereal, Madam
or grapefruit? No, nothing.
Thank you. Oh, Steve, you've got to eat
something. I don't feel like eating here.
Oh, all right, righty. Thank you, Sir.
You'll feel awfully weak if you don't have any.
Breakfast, darling. Please, Paul I I just can't make
head a tail of it if that man wasn't Sergeant.
There are no ifs about it. Steve.
The inspector seen him. It wasn't Digby.
Why in heaven's name did he pretend that he was?
I don't know. All I know is he certainly got
away with it. I never suspected him.
Well, who? Would Let's talk about Queenie
Edwards and Roger Shelley. Steve, that's extraordinary part
about it. I think that was true.
I think he really did have a date with Shelley.
If he had a date with him, why? Come in.
Excuse me, Inspector Eden would like to see you.
Mr Temple. He's downstairs in the hall.
No, thank you. May I have a word with you
please? Oh yes, of course.
The inspector's been asking me a lot of questions.
Well, it's his job to ask questions, Mr McCall.
I shouldn't get worried about that.
Yes, I know, but he seems kind of suspicious.
But one thing I don't think he believed was my story.
What story? Well, I mean about what happened
last night. What did happen last night, so
far as you're concerned? You're not suspicious.
No, no, no. I just want to get things
straightened out. Well, the night Porter had got a
pretty rotten cold and I told him to pack it in.
I stayed on duty myself until about 1:30.
I was just about to hit the hay when you telephoned down and put
the call through the tongue. You know what happened after
that? Did you see Sergeant Digby, or
rather Mr. Baker at all? No.
Well, I did see him about 7:30 just before he went out.
I didn't see him after that. In other words, you didn't see
him come back from Mr Shelley's. No, you knew you had an
appointment with Shelley. Well.
Sure, I was in the bar on Friday night when Baker introduced
himself. Is Shelley one of your regulars?
He's in and out pretty regular I guess.
What about Baker? He's a stranger.
I've never seen him before. Well, I shouldn't let the
Inspector Ratley or Mr McCall his box worse than his bite.
He doesn't rattle me. I just wondered what was at the
back of his mind, that's all. Oh, there you are, Temple.
I've got Shelly here. Sergeant Bell picked him up at
the bungalow about 1/4 of an hour ago.
Oh, good. Where is he?
In the manager's office. Yes.
Oh, by the way, I've just had a call through from the yard.
They've checked the address that our friend Baker put in the
register. It's as phoney as his name.
It doesn't exist. And I wonder who the devil he
was inspected. I wish I knew.
We've been through these things with a fine tooth comb.
Didn't you find anything? Nothing of importance, I'm
afraid. Oh.
What was this? What is it?
What's the receipt for a pair of gloves.
They were bought in Paris. I see.
Yes. You see the date?
The 26th. It was four days ago.
Yes. Charles Marie, 173 rue Salazar,
Paris. 2750 francs. And it's about two Guineas.
Yes. Wasn't there anything else on
him? And your wallet?
Yes. With 22 lbs in it in 1 LB notes.
No papers, no nothing. Well, let's see what Mr
Shelley's got to say for himself.
By the way, does he know about the murder?
No, not yet. Good.
My dear Sergeant, it's not a bit of use telling me that this is
simply a routine measure because quite frankly, I don't believe a
word you say. No.
Here's the inspector, Sir. He'll answer your questions.
All right, Sergeant, you can go. Thank you, Sir.
Mr Shelley, are you Inspector Eden?
I am, Sir. And this is Mr Temple.
Paul Temple. Yes.
Well, what is it you want? I have reason to believe that
you entertained a friend to dinner last night.
I did. Is that a crime?
What time did your guest arrive? Oh, about 7:30.
And leave. She left about 9:45.
She. Yes, we were under the
impression that you entertained a Mr. Baker.
Well, for some obscure reason, Baker couldn't make it.
It was infuriating. Who did you entertain last night
if you didn't entertain Mr. Baker?
Entertains. Hardly the word.
I never spent such a dreary evening.
Oh, it was dire. Well, I'll tell you exactly what
happened. On Friday night I dropped in
here for a drink and I bumped into a fellow called Baker.
He was a terrific line shooter. Anyway, to cut a Long story
short, he said he was an absolute wizard at Canasta and
he promised to teach me the beastly game.
Go on. Well, I invited him to dinner.
I also invited a friend of mine, an artist called Marion Faber.
She has a cottage near Bourne End.
Go on. Well, Marion turned up, and I
might add in the most frightful mood, and then it's about 1/4 to
wait this wretched fellow Baker telephone and said that he
couldn't make it. Did he say why he couldn't make
it? No, he didn't.
Go on. What you mean go?
On. There's nothing else to go on
about. Mr Shelley, I understand that
you run a sort of registry office.
I run a mother's health Bureau. We provide citizen nursemaids,
ladies, companions. It's quite different from the
registry office. This is here.
I'm sorry, had you a Miss Millicent on your books?
Yes, Miss Millicent was on my books.
But for your information, I didn't send it to Missus
Desmond. I'd never heard of Missus
Desmond until I read about you in the newspapers.
Did you like? Miss Millicent.
What do you mean? Like she was a very nice person,
if that's what you mean. Mr Shelley, tell me, did anyone
else telephone you last night besides Mr. Baker?
No. No, not that I know of.
Oh, by the way, is Baker still staying here?
Because if he is, Baker's dead. He's been murdered.
What do you mean murdered? Mr Temple means that he was
murdered. When?
Last night, his face was slashed with a razor.
How ghastly. Tell me, was that the first time
you'd seen Baker on Friday night?
What? Yes.
You've never seen him before?
No, never. He was a complete stranger.
Absolutely. I say, look here, Temple.
I don't want to be tiresome, but do you think I could have a
little drink? Yes.
I'll ring for the waiter. I'd I'd like a Brandy, a double
Brandy. Paul, do you think Shelley was
telling the truth? About Baker, Yes, well, if you
don't believe Shelley's story, Baker was lying, and so was
McCall. How do you mean?
Well, McCall said he was in the bar on Friday night when Baker
introduced himself to Shelley. Yes, before all we know there
may have been a put up job. Put up job.
Yes. Suppose Baker, Oregon, whatever
his name is, was told to contact Shelley.
He came down to Marlow and arranged accidentally to to bump
into Shelley in the cocktail bar.
But naturally, if McCall was there, he'd be convinced that
Baker and Shelley were meeting for the first time.
Yes. Now, if Baker did go out to
Shelley, if Shelley was lying when he.
Said Shelley wasn't lying. Darling Eden checked up with
that girlfriend of his, Marian Faber.
She said that she was there when Baker telephoned.
Oh darling, she may be lying. They can't all be lying.
The Windscreen by Timothy. What happened?
What was it? I'll give you 3 guesses.
What do you mean? It was a bullet.
Shall I send Charlie down for the case?
No, I'll carry it. You'll take that box.
Oh poor there's Teddy Power and Missus Desmond.
Where getting out of that car, Yes.
She looks excited. Poor There's a baby in the car.
Mr Temple. We were just coming to see you.
Oh. Hello, Missus Desmond.
Got some wonderful news. Susan's bed.
She's all right, perfectly all right that.
Is good news what happened? Terry and I went for a drive
this morning. It was just after breakfast.
We drove as far as Richmond and then I can't believe it.
Missus Desmond, please, What happened?
When we got back to the flat Susan will Bear, she was on the
rug in front of the fire, fast asleep.
I just couldn't believe it. I'm so glad Missus Desmond.
Go back to the calm area, I'll talk to Mr Temple.
Yes. All right, Terry.
Hello. What's happened to your
windscreen? Oh, we've had an accident.
Is this true, Palmer? About the baby?
Yes. It's extraordinary Temple.
I just don't understand it. We went out for a drive.
When we got back to the flat, well, there she was.
Is the child all right? Perfectly.
All right. There was no sign of Miss
Millicent, I take it? No.
But I'm sure she must be mixed up in this temple.
Why? But if you know what's happened,
I think she must have taken the child away.
And then? Well.
Changed her mind. Exactly.
Look, Temple, I'm taking Mary and the baby down to Eastbourne
a few days. If she stays in town, the
reporter will be on a doorstep night and day, and frankly,
she's not up to it. Have you told the police?
Well, I found the yard, but unfortunately, both Sir Graham
and Inspector were out. I left a message.
Oh, here's an address at Eastbourne in case they want to
get in touch. All right, Palmer, I'll see you
too. Oh, thanks.
It's awfully kind of. No, no, it's all right.
Goodbye, Mr Palmer. Oh, goodbye Missus Temple.
Here's the case, Johnny. OK, I'll take.
It put it in the bedroom will. You.
Yes, Sir. What about the car?
Oh, leave the car for the moment, Johnny.
OK, Sir. Steve, you dropped your glove.
It was on the pavement. Oh, is that this isn't my glove
pool it? Was on the curb near the car.
Oh, Missus Desmond must have dropped it do.
You know where she's staying. Yes, give it to me, I'll post it
on track. Yeah, I thought Missus Desmond
looked as if she was heading for a nervous breakdown.
What are you looking at? This glove, there's a tab
inside. Do you see where it was bought?
Look. Charles Marie, 173 Ruiz and
Lazar, Paris. In the second episode of the
Francis Durbridge serial Paul Temple and the Van Dyke Affair,
you heard Peter Cook as Paul Temple and Marjorie Westbury as
Steve, with Richard Williams as Sir Graham Forbes, Peter Wilde
as Terry Palmer and David Spencer as Sergeant Digby or
Baker Or other parts were played by members of the BBC Drama
Repertory Company, with production by Martin C Webster.
Listen to posh voice announcer bigging up his part.
Yeah, nothing like a bit of humour and a tease in the
credits, is there Now. Tomorrow the mystery of Digby
deepens with the call from a strange gentleman trying to
sound British. And what about Missus Desmond's
gloves? They lead to a rendezvous with
the mysterious Mr Palmer. Don't miss Part 3 of Paul Temple
and the Van Dyke Affair here on Radio for Extra at the same
time. We present Peter Cook and
Marjorie Westbury in the Francis Derbridge serial Paul Temple and
the Van Dyke Affair episode 3 introducing Mr Drusty.
Charles Marie, 173 Ruiz and Lazar, Paris.
But Paul, this is the same address, the one you told me
about. The one that was on the receipt.
Yes, and that receipt was for a pair of gloves.
Exactly. Supposing that man the one who
was murdered at Marlow? Call him Baker.
All right, well, supposing Baker was murdered because he refused
to to. No.
No, that doesn't make sense. Excuse me, Sir, There was a
phone call for you this morning from a Mr Droste.
He wants you to ring him back. I wrote the number down on the
pad. Oh, let me see.
Grosvenor 2191. That's right, Sir.
Mr Droste? Yes, I think that's what it was.
I suspect I spelled it wrong. I expect you have, Charlie.
Did he say what it was he wanted to speak to me about?
No, Sir. Now he just said, would you
please ring him back? All right, Charlie.
OK, Sir. Do you know him The.
Name seems familiar. We'll see what it's all about.
Good afternoon, Grosvenor 219. One could I speak to Mr Drosty,
please? Who is he?
Speaking, my name is Temple. 01 moment, Mr Temple.
Hello. Mr Temple's on the line, Sir.
Oh. Mr Temple?
Yes. Trusty here.
How very nice of you to ring. I understand you telephoned me
this morning. That's quite right.
I did. Your man told me that you were
out of town. I trust you had a pleasant
weekend? Well, the weather was
delightful. I'm so glad, Mr Temple.
I want to talk to you about a mutual friend.
A mutual friend? Yes.
Walters. Walters.
I I don't think I know anyone called.
Walters. Perhaps friend was hardly the
right word. You met two or three days ago.
He's the cloak room attendant at the Commodore Club.
Oh, could you pop in one evening, Mr Temple?
We would have a drink together. Which particular evening are you
in mind? Well, that's up to you, old man.
I'm always here. But why not tonight?
All right. Shall we say 8?
O'clock. Yes, that'll do nicely.
It's 47-B Park Lane. It's the top flat, 8 o'clock
8:00 Old man a Cheerio. A Cheerio.
Well, who is Mr? Drosty, your guess is as good as
mine. I should think he's South
American, but he seems determined to be more English
than the English. He kept calling me old man.
What does he? Want.
And apparently he wants to talk to me about the cloakroom
attendant at the Commodore Club. Don't be.
Silly, that's what he said. So Graham Forbes is he?
Oh, come in. See Graham.
You're just the man I want. So Graham, tell me, do you know
a man called Drosty? What?
Philip Drosty? Yes, Yes, he owns the Commodore
Club. Does he?
That's interesting. What's he like?
Well, you hear such extraordinary stories about
Drastier. He's got a flat in Park Lane, or
rather, a penthouse. Yes, I gather that.
They say he never leaves it from one weekend to the next.
You will certainly never see him about the West End.
Doesn't he ever go to the Commodore Club?
What happens now? You wouldn't get him without a
mile of the place. He's a very shrewd bird, is
drastier. Before the war, he owned the
Playbox tub, the Palazzo Hotel and two or three dance halls.
I don't know if there's any truth in it, but they say he's
worth about 3 million. Oh.
Is he straight? Well, we've never had any
trouble with him, if that's what you mean.
But why are you interested in rotting?
Apparently he wants to see me. He phoned through while we were
at Marlow but I spoke to him just now.
I see. Well, I suppose you've you've
heard about the Desmond baby. Yes.
What do you make of it? Well, there's a perfectly simple
explanation, I suppose, if one's prepared to accept it.
What's? That.
Miss Millicent kidnapped the child, then thought better of
it, or probably got frightened when she read the newspaper.
Is that what you think? No.
I thought not Temple. I'm I'm worried about this case.
He's a good man, but he doesn't seem to be making any headway.
You can't expect him to make any headway, Sir Graham, not until
he really knows what it's all about.
What do you mean? Well, who this Mr Van Dyke is
and what his racket is. Frankly, I don't think Van Dyke
hasn't a racket. Really.
This isn't like the Gregory FL or the Curzon case.
I think it simply boils down to the fact that we're up against
the criminal limited. No, I don't agree, Sir Graham.
Why take this fellow down at Marlow who was murdered?
Someone sent him down there for a particular reason.
Incidentally, you remember the receipt that even found on
Digby, or rather Baker? Yes, I've already been in touch
with the French people about it. The address on the receipt is
genuine. It's a small shop.
They sell gloves, handbags, you know, the sort of shop.
Paris is full of them. Yes, I'd rather gather the
address was genuine. Take a look at this glove.
Where did you get it? Missus Desmond dropped it.
Missus Desmond? Yes.
When? About 10 minutes ago.
But why on earth should missus des, you know, temple this
business just doesn't make? Sense.
No. It makes sense all right, but
not to us. So, Graham, tell me, what are
the chances of finding out who that man was?
The man who was murdered. Well, we've given the story to
the press. There'll be a detailed
description of him in the evening papers.
It's all right. I'll answer.
Paul. Hello.
Who is that?
Is that you, Mrs Temple? Yes.
This is Terry Palmer here. Can I have a word with your
husband? Yes, I think so.
Oh, thanks awfully. It's Terry Palmer he wants a
word with. You.
It's interesting. I wonder if it's about the
glove. Hello, Palmer.
Oh, sorry to bother you, Temple, but I thought you were on your
way to Eastbourne. Well, we are actually.
I'm in a call box at the moment. Well, what can I do for you?
Well, do you happen to know if Mary, Mrs Desmond dropped one of
her gloves while she was outside your flash?
Yes, she did. I got it here.
I was going to post it on to you.
Oh, thank goodness she was in a state about it.
You'll post it on then? Yes, of course.
How is Mrs Desmond? Well, she's still a bit upset,
I'm afraid. Really.
Yes. It's funny.
You'd have thought that now Susan's safe, she'd be perfectly
all right. I suppose it's reaction.
Yes, How is the baby? Oh, Susan's all right.
She's crying rather a loud. But.
Oh, by the way, I promised Mary I'd speak to you about the doll.
Do you remember the one you found in the Natasha case?
Yes, of course I remember that doll.
Well, do you think there's any chance of getting it back?
Susan's devoted, that doll. You know what kitties are.
You buy them all sorts of new things, but they still cling to
their old favourites. No, so far as I know.
Palmer. The doll still.
Scotland Yard. I dare say I could have a word
with the Inspector about it. I wish you were.
Temple Peace at any price. That's my motto.
Well, thanks awfully. Goodbye.
Goodbye, Palmer. And did you gather what all that
was about, Sir Graham? Yes, I did.
Now what the devil is he getting at temple?
Why is he so anxious to get hold of that doll?
We've examined it from head to toes.
Just just a perfectly ordinary doll.
But you may be mistaken, Sir Graham.
It it may not be just a perfectly ordinary doll.
But it is Steve. We know it is.
Besides, what else could it be? A red herring.
47 B This is it, Steve. Yes.
I wonder if that's Trusty's place.
Where? On the top there those enormous
windows. Oh.
Yes, it looks like it, Sir Graham said.
It was a penthouse. Well, I don't expect I should be
done. All right, dear.
Good evening, Sir. Good evening.
Excuse me? Oh, hello, McCall.
Why hello there. I didn't recognise you.
Oh. What are you doing in Park Lane?
Just taking a look at the poor, you know how it is.
You have a nice trip back to town.
If you overlooked the fact that someone tried to shoot the
daylight out of us, we had a delightful trip.
No. What happened?
About half an hour after we left Mano, a bullet hit our
windscreen. Wow, how do you know?
Somehow I don't think it was intended for the windscreen.
But that's terrible. Is Mr Tumble upset?
Oh, she's rather immune to that sort of thing now.
Not that she cares for it, mind you.
I should have been petrified. I'm just between ourselves.
I was do do I work this thing? No, Sir, I'll take you up
workflows. Sir, I believe it's the top.
Mr Drastic. Yes, that's right.
Goodbye, McCall. Goodbye and take care of
yourself. I'll try.
Give my regards to Missus Temple.
Yes, thank you. I will.
You're not here before, Sir. No, no, I haven't.
Wonderful view. Best view in London I reckon.
Always tell Mister Dross he's got the best view in London.
Right man? Of course he's got the windows
for it. Whopping big things, you have
the old ones pulled out. Oh, did he?
People thought he was balmy. He wasn't, though.
He knew what he was doing all right.
Tell me, how long has he been here?
Or Mr Drosty Oh, must be 15 years now.
Yes, must be all of 15. That gentleman I was speaking
to, Mr. Mr McCall. Yes, that's right.
Does he come here very often? Once a month, usually on the
15th. I think it works for Mr Drosty.
You know what he does exactly. Here we are, Sir.
Well, thank you. Press that button over there,
over on the left. That's it.
Mr Temple. Yes, my dear fellow, how nice of
you to come at a moment's notice.
I do appreciate it. It's most considerate of you.
May I take your coat? Thank you.
I've given my man the night off. You know how difficult it is
these days. The servant problem.
Yes, I do indeed. Well, come along, old man.
Come inside. Make yourself at home.
Thank you. I say it certainly is a
wonderful view. Yes.
On a clear day, you can see you're right across the park.
It's magnificent. Tell me, what's that building
over there with a neon light? Oh, that's the Torre.
A restaurant? Oh, yes, of course.
A horrid little place. Yes.
What's the joke? I own it.
I beg your pardon? That's quite all right.
Now, what can I get you to drink, old man?
Dry martini. Thank you.
I thought so. I already have it mixed.
You see, I once read an article about you, Mr Temple.
They said you never drank anything except dry martini.
A slight exaggeration. Here you are.
Thank you. Well.
Cheers, cheers. Do sit down, old man.
Sit down. No, thanks.
Now, what is it you want to see me about Mr Jostie on the
telephone? You said something about
Walters. That's right, I did.
Beth Walters. He works for me at the Commodore
Club. You remember him?
Yes, I do. He gave me the Natasha case four
or five days ago. That's quite right.
He did. Mr Temple.
Tell me, how did you manage to get hold of that ticket for the
Natasha case? Why do you ask?
I'm curious, that's all. Well, if you must know, it was
given to me by a friend of mine, Mr Palmer.
No, not Mr Palmer. I feel quite sure that at any
moment you are going to tell me to mind my own business.
But let me explain, old man. Ever since you took that case
out of the cloak room, there have been a great many questions
asked. Beth Walters was dragged out of
bed at 6:00 in the morning and twice at the moment's notice.
He has been taken to Scotland Yard.
That's why. I understand.
But why are the police so interested in him?
Why are they keeping their eye on the Commodore?
Have you asked them why? No, I haven't.
Why don't you? Because I prefer to ask you, Mr
Temple. After all, you took the case out
of the clock room. You still haven't told me why
you're interested in this business.
But surely that's obvious, old man.
How do you mean? I own the Commodore Club, so
everything that happens there is naturally of interest to me.
Besides, I don't want any trouble, particularly just now.
No, no. You see, Mr Temple, I am
applying for naturalisation papers.
It is my wish to become a British subject.
And do you think that this a fair to the Commodore?
You know what people say? Well, there's smoke, there's
fire. Yes, but surely just because you
own the Commodore doesn't necessarily mean that you're
responsible for everything that happens there.
Well, supposing one of the guests suddenly took it into his
head to murder the head waiter, he would have my complete
sympathy. Yes, but you could hardly be
held responsible. Look here, old man.
I think I'd better put my cards on the table.
It might be an advantage. I invited you here this evening
because there's something I want to know.
Well, go on. I don't expect you to answer my
question, but. Oh, I'm so sorry, old man.
Let me get you a drink. No, no, no, no, please.
What is it you want to know, Mr Rusty?
What was inside that attache case?
Don't you know? If I did, I.
Shouldn't be asking you. You refuse to answer my
question. Have you asked the police?
Yes. I asked Inspector Ethan.
What did he say in diplomatic language?
He told me to mind my own business.
Is that your reply to? I'm afraid I'm not quite so
diplomatic as the Inspector. You remember reading about that
baby? The little girl who disappeared
or the Miss Millicent affair? That's right.
Yes. Well, the little girl had a
doll. It disappeared when the child
was kidnapped. Well, that's what I found in the
Atasha case. Are you serious?
Perfectly serious. Tell me, was the doll examined
by the police? No, there was nothing inside it.
Nothing concealed, if that's what you're thinking.
Just a doll. In fact.
Exactly. Just a doll.
And now, Mr Jose, perhaps you wouldn't mind answering a
question or two. I shall be delighted.
What did you imagine was in the attache case?
I had a horrible feeling that someone might have stolen
something, some jewellery perhaps, and deposited it at the
Commodore. Well, I don't think I should
worry as much about The Commodores.
About the Wordsworth. What do you mean?
You do own the Wordsworth Hotel at Marlow, don't you?
Yes, I do. Oh, I see what you're getting
at, old man. This murder.
Yes. Well, it's nothing to do with
me. But how did you know that I own
the Wordsworth? I didn't.
It was simply a guess. I bumped into McCall downstairs.
Oh, I see. I suppose he told you what
happened? That I discovered the body?
Yes, he told me. You don't happen to know who he
was, I suppose. The man who was murdered, Yes.
No, I'm afraid I don't. I see.
Tell me, have you heard of a man called Van Dyke?
Van Dyke. Did you say I did?
Why do you ask? He telephoned me several days
ago. Unfortunately, I was out.
He left no message. No, no, no.
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
I've never heard of anyone called Van Dyke.
Now, Dees, let me get you another drink.
What? Vanessa.
Hello, Philip. Sweetheart, I didn't expect you
back until Thursday. I know.
I had to make up my mind very quickly.
It's difficult. I didn't see anyone until last
night. And I you look as if you need a
drink, my sweets. No, I had something on the
plane. Oh, I beg your pardon.
This is my wife, sweetheart. This is Mr Temple.
Well, you've heard of Paul Temple, Vanessa.
He writes books, you know. How do you do, Mrs Doster?
How? How do you do?
What did you say? He writes.
What? Books, darling.
You know, sweetheart, things you read.
Books Vanessa's always the same. After the journey, Run along my
dear, and paddle your nose. Philip I didn't see anyone until
last night and then it was too late.
Yes. All right, darling, there's
nothing to worry about, my sweet Run along.
Have you had a very long journey, missus transfer?
No, I've. Been in Paris two or three days?
That's all right. Vanessa, what is it?
What's wrong? You know what it is?
Look out, Look out, Vanessa. You better give her a drink
quickly. I don't know what it is.
It's all right, Missus Johnson. It's all right.
Yeah. Drink this.
No, I'll be better in a moment only.
Vanessa, don't be. Stupid drink this please.
Thanks. Silly of me.
I'm sorry, Philip, but it's all. Right my sweet, you couldn't
help it. I think I better go and lie
down. Yes, sweetheart, I think you'd
better. You must have a very odd opinion
of me, Mr Temple. I I don't usually do this sort
of thing, do I, Philip? Only on Tuesdays and Fridays.
Oh dear, how stupid of me. Where's my handbag?
Oh. Here it is.
Oh, thanks. And and my gloves.
Here you are. This is Jostie.
Thank you. Do you feel better now, my dear?
Yes, I was ill in the plane coming over.
I I expect that was the trouble. I'll take some aspirin and lie
down. Now, old man, let me mix you
that drink. No, no, thanks.
I I think I better be making a move.
Oh, well, if you really must, I'm most grateful to you for
your information. Information about the dolls?
Oh, yes, It was very sporting of your old man to take me into
your confidence. Believe me, I appreciate.
It Oh, that's all right. I hope you'll do the same for me
sometime. Yes, I I hope so.
Good night, Mr Temple. Good night, old man.
Sorry I've been so long, Steve. And did you see Dusty?
I did. Darling, you're on to something.
What's happened? I'm dead right.
I'm on to something, Steve. I'm just beginning to see
daylight. Things are beginning to add up.
How do you mean? Not only did I meet Mr Dusty,
but I met Missus Dusty and by Timothy.
What a woman. What do you mean by Timothy?
What a woman? What's so remarkable about
Missus Dusty? Shall I tell you?
Yes, she buys her gloves from the same shop as Missus Desmond.
I'll carry that case down, Misses Temple.
No, it's all right, Charlie. Don't forget the passports,
Paul. No, I won't.
Now listen, Charlie, I want you to take particular note of what
I'm saying. Yes, Sir.
If anyone rings up, it doesn't matter who they are.
I don't want you to say anything about Missus Temple and me being
in Paris. If they ask where we are, just
say we're out of town for two or three days.
What if it's Sir Graham? Sir Graham won't ring.
He knows where to get in touch with me if he wants to.
Now you understand, Charlie. Yes, Sir.
That's OK, Sir. You leave it to me, Sir.
We should probably be back on Thursday.
Friday at the latest. Okey doke, Sir.
Well, goodbye, Charlie. Goodbye, Sir.
Have a nice trip. Oh, now, who on earth's that?
I'll open it. Oh, hello, Shelley.
Hello, Mr Temple. I Are you just going out?
Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. I've got a train to catch.
I'm in rather hurry. Oh, dear.
I very tantalising. I did so want to have a word
with you. Sorry.
Oh, how vexing. Can't you spare me?
Just a moment. It is important.
All right, come in. But you'll have to make it
snappy. You're not going down to Marlow
again, are you? Oh, no, no.
We are going to stay with some friends.
Now, what can I do for you? I think perhaps you'd better
read this. What is it?
Well, read it. The man you met at Marlow, the
man who called himself Baker, was Harry the Wolf.
Let that be a warning. Mr Shelley.
When did you get this? This afternoon.
I recognised the handwriting the moment I saw it.
You recognise the handwriting? Yes.
Well, whose is it? Don't tell me you don't
recognise it. It's Miss Millicence.
Miss Millicence, You sure? But of course, I'm sure I've
compared it with a letter she wrote me asking for an
interview. Well, assuming for the moment
that you're right and that this note was written by Miss
Millicent, why did she write to you instead of the Scotland
Yard? That's precisely what I want to
know. I've never heard of anyone
called Harry Dewolf. Well, Shirley, listen.
I want you to take this note to Inspector Eden.
Tell him I sent you and give him all the details.
Oh, but I don't like Eden. He's a ghastly person.
Why do you think I brought it? To you.
I'm sorry, Shelley. You'll have to see Eden.
In any case, the Yard will want to check up on this Manderwolf.
Oh, I suppose the moment I take this note to Eden, he'll get
suspicious. He'll probably think that I'm
mixed up in this fractal business and wrote the note
myself. Did you?
Well, of course I didn't. And there's nothing for you to
worry about. Nothing for me to.
Worry about? I'm not so sure about that.
Let. That be a.
Warning, Mr Shelley, A warning against what?
For goodness sake. Yes, this is it Paul.
Look gubs and handbags in the window.
Charles Marie. Yes.
This is the shop. All right, come here.
It's rather nice little shop, isn't it?
Have you got that glove, Steve? The one Mrs Desmond.
Yes, in my handbag. Right.
Come on, let's go inside. Good afternoon.
Good afternoon, Madam. What can I show you, Madam?
I'm looking for a pair of gloves.
Certainly, Madam, for evening wear.
No, David. I understand, Madam.
What size? 6 1/2.
No, these are very nice to you. They're very smart, Monsieur.
They only arrived this morning. They're from Brazil.
Have you got them in blue? Oh, I'm afraid not, Madam.
In that particular glove, there's only just the one
colour. But one moment, please.
Do you like these? Oh yes, yes, they're very nice.
How much of those those twamil sets off on 3700 wanks miss you?
Rather expensive. Expensive, yes, but very good.
Have you got those in blue? No, Madam, they are just the
three colours, black, red and grey.
You particularly want blue. Yes, I'm afraid I do.
One moment. Excuse me, I think I know what
you will like by them. If you looked at these gloves,
Steve, there isn't a tab or a name on any of them.
Yes, I noticed that. Now, Madame ah.
Those are very nice. How much are they 4002?
100. Madame Expensive, but very good.
That's where they are very nice, but.
I wanted something a little darker if possible.
These are very dark, Madam. A friend of ours bought a pair
of gloves from you. My wife was awfully taken with
them, as a matter of fact. That's why we came here.
Well, what were they like, Monsieur?
Didn't you bring one with you? Darling of.
Course, of course I did. How stupid of me.
It's in my handbag. Here it is.
That's the sort of glove we're looking for.
I did not realise that you wanted a pair like this.
You will have to go to the Blvd seminar. 29 A Blvd seminar.
Is that a shop too? And non?
Non, Monsieur, it's an apartment.
You go upstairs to the second floor.
You understand me? Yes, I understand.
I would suggest a night, Monsieur, if that's convenient.
Yes, that's convenient. 11:00 Eleven o'clock 29 Blvd Seminar.
Ask for Mr Palmer. That was the third episode of
the Francis Derbridge serial Paul Temple and the Van Dyke
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The part of Paul Temple is played by Peter Cook, Steve by
Marjorie Westbury, Roger Shelley by Richard Handel, Philip Drusty
by Simon Lack, his wife Vanessa by Griselda Harvey and other
parts by members of the BBC Drama Repertory Company.
And we'll find out what the meeting at Blvd Seminar brings
tomorrow in the Van Dyke Affair. Paul and Steve will be with us
again at the same time. We present Peter Cook and
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I did not realise that you wanted a pair of gloves like
this. You'll have to go to the Blvd
seminar. 29 Blvd seminar. Is that a shop too?
Oh, no, no, Monsieur, it's an apartment.
You go upstairs to the scarf floor.
You understand me? Yes, I understand.
I would suggest tonight, Monsieur, if that's convenient.
Yes, that's convenient. 11 o'clock 11:00 Ask for Mr Palmer.
Palmer. The name is familiar, Madam.
Well. Perhaps your friend mentioned
it. The lady with the glove.
Oh yes, I think she must have done.
Is that Mister Terry Palmer? Just ask for Mr Palmer.
I'm afraid that's all I can tell you.
Will you excuse me, please? Of course.
Come on, darling. Bonjour, Madame.
Bonjour. But.
I just don't understand it. The last time we saw Palmer, he
was on his way to Eastbourne with Mary Desmond.
It's nothing to go by, Steve. He could be here in a matter of
hours. In any case, I'm not at all sure
that our friend was referring to the Palmer.
We know it's. Too big a coincidence.
It must be Terry Palmer. Well, whether it's Terry Palmer
or not, we've got to watch our steps, Steve.
But why do you say that? Aren't you going to go to the
Boulevard Seminary? I'm going, but I'm not so sure
about you. You don't know what we might
bump into tonight. Whatever it is, I'll be with
you. So cut out the heroics, darling,
and let's get down to facts. What do you think will happen
tonight? I don't know, let's go back to
the hotel and talk about it over a drink.
Now that's a sensible. Ah, here's a taxi.
Taxi. You want a cab?
Yes, please. Will you take us to the Hotel
Creon? Hotel Creon?
OK, How much do you want?
It says 200 francs on the metre, but who cares about the metre
anyway? Well, here we are.
Thanks. You an American?
How did you guess? Well, well, don't look so
surprised. But I'm not the only American in
Paris. I bet you're the only one
driving a cab. You've got something there,
lady. How did this happen?
How did I get stuck with this chariot, you mean?
Yeah, That's a long story, brother.
Back in 44 I received a pressing invitation from a guy called
Adolf Hitler. Hitler was a pushover, but there
was a gal called Louise. There was no metre on that baby,
but she certainly took me for a ride.
Say, how long are you staying over here?
O2 or three days perhaps? Well, you can always pick me up
around the corner. My name's Luke.
I park near the Madeleine. Like to take you around
sometime. Yeah.
All right. Oh, by the way, where's the Blvd
seminar? Seminar.
Oh, that's near the Pastaletois quite a long way from here.
Well, we've got a date there tonight at 11:00.
Do you think you could pick us up?
Sure. I'll be here at the hotel about
10:45. OK, fine.
Be good. Listen, who's talking?
Oh, could I have my key, please? Room 109.
Certainly, Monsieur. Oh, Mr Temple, yes.
There's a gentleman would like to see you.
Sir is wishing for you upstairs from C0 Cat.
See me? Yes, Sir.
Oh, there he is. Oh, look who's here.
It's a Graham. Oh.
Hello, Steve. Hello, it's a Graham.
What are you doing in Paris? Well, I'll give you 3 guesses
and don't mention the fully bear.
I don't. I'm a rather Harry Temple.
But I want to talk to you. Let's go up to my room.
Yeah. All right.
It'll be quiet. When did you get here A Graham?
I flew over last night, Steve. I arrived about 12:30.
Then, he said, 29 Blvd Seminar asked for Mr Palmer.
Palmer. Whether he meant Terry Palmer or
not, we don't know. Well, that's our story up to
date. What about yours, Graham?
Well, after you left London, Shelly came along to the Yard
with that note. The one he was supposed to have
got from Miss Millicent. Yes, he got it from Miss
Millicent all right. At any rate, she wrote it.
We checked the handwriting. Oh, as soon as we knew that the
note was genuine, we got to work.
Well, got a Long story short. The man who impersonated Digby.
It was the man the note mentioned.
Henry the Wolf I. See Had the wolf a police
record? As far as we were concerned, no,
but because of the receipt he found on him, even decided to
get in touch with the sciorte. We had a detailed report on the
wolf within an hour go. On.
It appears that he at one time was a prominent member of a drug
gang. He left France in 1954 and was
last heard of officially in Boston in May 55.
I. See.
Since then, both the Ciarette and the FBI appeared to have
lost track of him. And then, suddenly, quite out of
the blue, he turns up at Marlow. Yes.
So, Graham, are you suggesting that the Wolf and Miss
Millicent, possibly Shelley, are all in this?
I'm not suggesting anything, Steve.
I'm simply giving you the facts. I don't know that heroin is
getting into the illicit market from a new source.
Whether that source is controlled by Shelley or Palmer
or even Miss Millicent, well, I I wouldn't like to say.
But you're sure that the disappearance of Miss Millicent
and the kidnapping of the Desmond baby are tied up with
the murder of the Wolf? Yes, yes, I.
Am I agree? Well, tell me, I suppose of
course you examine the note that Miss Millicent sent to Shelley.
Well of. Course, there's nothing we can't
tell you about that note, Steve. The sort of paper it was written
on, the kind of ink that was used, even the kind of pen it
was written with. But.
Can you tell when it was written?
Yes, it was written about 24 hours before Shelley received
it. So unless something's happened
to Miss Millicent during the past day or so, she's still
alive. Yes, of course.
You seem surprised, Steve. I am surprised why I don't think
she did write that note. I don't think she's alive.
Well, look, supposing she isn't alive.
Supposing someone forged that note.
Shelley himself all. Right, Shelley himself.
What's the point? What's the point is the note
wasn't forged? Why should Miss Millicent want
to warn Shelley? And what exactly she warning him
against? It's pretty obvious, isn't it,
darling? You saw what happened to Queenie
Edwards and you saw what happened to the wolf.
In other words, the note simply said, Keep your mouth shut, Mr
Shelley, or it's your turn. Next precisely, Sir Graham.
Well, take the suspects in this affair with Terry Palmer, Roger
Shelley, Mary Desmond, Bill McCall and Tosty Well, but Can
you imagine any of those people taking orders from a middle-aged
spinster like Miss Millicent? Well, it just doesn't make
sense. What's your opinion of all this,
Steve? I think you're right about the
wolf being mixed up with the disappearance of Miss Millicent,
but I think she got caught up quite innocently with a drug
smuggling ring and they either had to get rid of her, which in
my opinion they did, or kidnap her.
And Mr Van Dyke, where does he fit into the picture?
Van Dyke's the leader, and the leader, in my opinion, is our
flamboyant friend Roger Shelley. And how do you account for the
disappearance of the doll and the fact that it was left in the
attache case of the Commodore? And how did Queenie Edwards know
that it was at the Commodore? And why did she send me the
cloakroom ticket? Right.
I don't know why. You're not the only one who
doesn't know Steve. Well.
I I must be making a move. Why don't you join us for lunch
so. Graham unfortunately I can't.
I'm lunch with Pierre Chabonnet. Chabonnet, my name's from Isn't
he the Ballistics expert? He was.
He's now attached to the surrogate Nacional.
We've known one another for years.
I suppose you'll have to tell him what happened this morning.
I'm afraid so, Temple. Don't worry, he won't interfere.
He'll let you pleasure your own web.
We shall see. Yes.
What is? It, but this cable has just a
hive for you. Yeah, thank.
You. Excuse me, It's from the yard.
It's in code. Good Lord.
What's wrong? They've found Miss Millicent.
They have. They picked her body out of the
Thames at 4:00 this morning. Where?
About two miles from Marlow. How long have you been dead?
Do they know? At least a week.
Then Steve was right. She couldn't have sent that note
to Roger Shelley. That was a very good lunch A.
Very good lunch. What do you want to do now?
I don't know, There's some shopping I ought to do, but
somehow I don't feel very much like doing.
Better leave it till tomorrow. I think the best thing we can do
is to go back to the hotel and have a restaurant now or so.
Yes, all right. Well, I'm blown.
Look who's here. McCall.
Yes, but not only McCall. Look who he's with.
Who is it? Philip Trusty.
They've spotted to Steve. They're coming over here.
Why, Hello, Mr Temple. Hello, Justin.
My dear fellow, this is an unexpected pleasure.
I didn't expect to see you in Paris.
It only goes to show it's a small world, old man.
Oh, forgive me if I'm interrupting at the table.
This is my wife. Oh, darling, this is Mr Justy.
How do you do? I think you know Mr McCall.
Oh, yes, of course. We met at Marlow.
Hello there. Hello.
Delighted to meet you, Missus Temple.
What a pleasant surprise. Are you staying in Paris for
long? Just two or three days.
Where are you staying, Temple? Where are the Creon?
Is Missus Josty with you? No, no, this is purely a
business trip. Old Man Mccall's been having a
little trouble with our wine merchant, or rather with the
shippers. I thought it was time I came
over myself and straightened things out.
The iron hand in the velvet glove.
Yes, we also had it a long time ago.
Well, if you'll excuse me, Missus Temple, of course.
I hope we shall meet again sometime.
You must tell your husband to bring you around to the flat 1
evening. I'm sure Vanessa, my wife would
be very pleased to meet you. Thank you.
How is Missus Drosty? Did she recover from her
journey? Oh.
Yes, yes, She's much better now, thank you.
Much better. Have a good time.
Goodbye Missus Temple, so nice to have met you.
Goodbye. Goodbye old man, Goodbye Drosty.
Oh, I wouldn't trust that man an inch, old man.
Trust him. Yes, I wouldn't trust him as far
as I could throw him. Why are you laughing?
Just laughing at what you said. But if I'm not trusting, lost.
Yes. Oh well, perhaps it's lack of
humour on my part. I don't think it's as funny as
all. That I think it was.
I think it was very funny. Come on, let's go back to the
home. Good afternoon, Mikey, please.
Certainly, Monsieur. Oh, there is a note for you, Mr
Temple. It is from your friend the
gentleman. He sees 0 cat.
Oh, thank you. What is it called?
It's from Sir Graham, he wants us to meet him for drinks at
6:00. Yeah.
No, it says Cafe Deco. Excuse me?
Monsieur. Do you know the Cafe Dico?
Why, yes, Monsieur, it is on the corner of the wimpy guile and
the refotain. You can't mistake it, Monsieur,
It's right on the corner. Thank you.
Come on, we'll have a rest first.
Let's go to our room. Oh, this is it, Steve.
Well, it doesn't say Cafe Dico. Oh yes it does.
You look worn out. Thank you, don't look any too
good yourself. We should have taken a taxi.
Or a helicopter traffic. I thought we'd never get across
the. Road.
Oh, let's sit here. It's 6:15.
We're late. I don't see any signs of the
Graham. No, neither do I.
You stay here, Steve. I'll have a look in the.
Fire. All right.
Could you see a? Little.
Madam Oh. Papers, papers, papers, papers,
papers, Madam. No, thank you.
They are London papers. All the latest news.
No thank. You Evening News.
No. Thank you postcards.
You like to buy some pretty postcards?
Tower Eiffel. I've seen the tower Eiffel,
thank you. London Papers.
Evening News. All right, there you are.
Yes. Where's the waiter?
He's inside. I will leave my papers on this
table here. Please tell him I will be.
Back in a moment. Yeah, it's all right.
Curious man, what did? That fellow want.
He was selling papers, pretty postcards.
He's dumped all his papers on the next table.
Jess said he'd be back in a moment.
You don't meet some crazy people over here.
Did you see Instagram? No, he's not inside.
I've ordered you a Brandy. No thanks.
I like this place, Paul, don't you?
It's certainly attractive. It's good, too near the curb for
my liking. Oh I adore these open air cafes.
Well. She'll know you again.
Who? That woman over there in the
corner? The one in the red dress.
Timothy, she does know me. It's Missus Trusty.
What? Are you sure?
I'm pretty sure. Trusty said she wasn't in Paris.
Yes, I know what Trusty said, but that's his wife or I'm a
Dutchman. What are you going to do?
Wait here, Steve. Oh, hello, Missus Josty.
How nice to see you again. I beg your pardon?
I saw you looking at me. I couldn't place you at 3rd.
It is Missus Josty, isn't it? I'm Paul Temple.
Do you remember? Oh yes, now I remember.
I knew I'd seen you somewhere before.
Are you alone? Yes, but I'm expecting you
somewhere. But look here, I've got my wife
with me. Why don't you join us until your
friend turns up? Jeez, don't think me rude, Mr
Temple, but I I won't if you don't mind.
Of course. Oh, by the way, I saw your
husband this morning where we were having lunch and he came in
with Mr McCall. You mean you you saw him here in
Paris? Yeah, he is.
But I can't believe it. You're joking.
No, I spoke to him. He told me that he was over here
on business. My husband's not in Paris.
I'm sure he's not Unless. Well come on Missus Jasti, come
and have a drink with us. Well, it's very nice of you.
Thank. You.
Steve, this is Missus Josty. Oh, how do you do?
How do you do? Sit down.
Thank you. I was just telling Missus Josty
that we saw her husband this morning with Bill McCall.
Yes, he did. Oh.
How long has McCall worked your husband?
Oh, quite a while now. We made him down at Marlow.
He seems a very amiable sort of person.
Yes, I I think he is. Well, what would you like to
drink? May I have an absence?
Yes, yes, of course, Mr Temple. Yes.
I wonder if you do me a favour. Well, what is it?
If by any chance you see my husband again in Paris, I mean,
please don't mention that you saw me here.
You see, yes, I've got a friend here in in Paris.
We've been seeing rather a lot of each other just recently.
And my husband, No. Well, I don't want to bore you
with a lot of personal details, but, well, Philip and I hadn't
been hitting it off too well lately.
We've been getting on one another's nerves so much that I
suggested that we separate it for a little while.
I see this friend of yours, Missus Josie, what's his name?
I'm sorry, I'd rather not tell you if you don't mind.
It isn't Marie by any chance. Charles Marie.
I know. So surprised.
You know Marie. He runs the shop in the Rue
Saint Lazare, the little place where you bought your glove.
I. Don't know what you're talking
about. Come, Mrs Justy, you know
perfectly well what I'm talking about.
No. Thank you.
Now bring it up S please. Certainly this year.
Are those your papers? No, of course they're not.
Well, we'll put them there. A man left him.
He said he'd be back in a few moments.
But he can't leave his newspapers like that one.
One of our. Tables.
What you mean he can't? He has.
I'll take them inside. Just a moment.
Monsieur. Did he put them down there,
Steve on the table? Yes, you saw him, Paul, the man
I told you about. Man with the postcards.
It's very odd that he should leave a bunch of newspaper no
don't touch. Them I'll take them inside.
Don't touch them. We shall leave the table.
Put them down, your fool all. Right, Missus trusted.
Hold her head. Quickly give.
Me. Your handkerchief.
She's in a pretty bad way, Steve.
Castle, bring a doctor quickly, quickly.
Once Monsieur, there is the doctor is the campaign.
What happened with the papers placed there deliberately?
Yes, there was a catch bomb underneath.
The moment the papers were moved, the bomb exploded.
But I, I think this is the doctor.
Whoever examines the dam. What time is it?
Time we were making a move, I expect our American friends
waiting for us with his taxi. Don't let's go, Paul, until
we've heard from Sir Graham. All right, but he promised to
fencer at 9:00. It's now 9:45.
Paul, I'm. Sure, I'd recognise that man
again. The man who planted the bomb.
You probably would if you saw him looking exactly the same,
but would you recognise him if he was washed and shaved all
spruced up? That's the point.
I think so. Was he a Frenchman, do you
think? No, I don't think he was.
He spoke English with an accent, but it seemed to me German or
possibly Swiss. Have you stopped to think what
really happened this evening, Steve?
Someone sent us a note which was supposed to be from Sir Graham
and made a date for us at the Cafe Decor.
Now it's my bet that whoever sent that note also sent 1 to
Missus Josty and. They intended to kill three
birds with one stone. Now if we can find out from
Missus Josty who precisely she expected to see at the cafe,
then we might get somewhere. Oh, there's.
The phone. Is that your?
Temple. Yeah, it's a Graham.
Where are you? We're still at the hospital.
Oh. I'm sorry I'm late in ferning,
but things have been pretty hectic.
How's Missus Josty? Still unconscious, but they
don't seem to think there's much hope.
We're holding on just in case. What about Josty?
Have you found him yet? No.
Goodness knows where he's staying, contacted all the big
hotels, most of the travel agencies, but we'll find him.
We've got to find him. When should we see you it?
Depends entirely on Missus Drastic.
If she does regain consciousness, I want to be here
when it happens. Yes, of course.
Well, goodbye for the moment. Temple goodbyes, Graham.
Come on, Steve, let's go down. We're terribly late and Luke's
been waiting with the taxi. Here we are.
This is it. 29 Blvd seminar. Nice looking block.
Cost you a lot of dough to live in a place like this.
How much do you want? How much have you got?
Look, would you like to wait for us?
I don't expect we should be very long.
Sure. We're going up to the second
floor. If we're not down in 20 minutes,
come up and fetch us. OK, I'll do that.
Oh, Mrs Temple, you've left your handbag.
Oh. Thank you.
Oh, how did you know the name happened to see in the evening
paper? No.
You should take a look at it. What do you mean?
There's a photograph of you both on the front page, is there?
It was taken outside of the Cafe Dico.
Oh, that must have been a very nasty accident.
Yes. Except that it wasn't an
accident. No.
All right. 20 minutes then. OK. 20 minutes, second.
Floor. Is this it, Paul?
No, I suppose it must be. There's no other door.
There's no name. No.
Is there? Is there a bell?
There is. I don't see it.
No one at home. Try them again.
No. I suppose it's locked.
Yes, keep going. The phone's ringing.
Obviously nobody in no. Now what are we going to do?
I'm. Going to try my keys.
What? Do you mean try and open the
door, Paul? You can't suppose somebody came
along. You have to take that chance.
You stand on guard. Stand over there, Steve, near
the lift. If you see anyone, whistle Rule
Britannia. Soon to make it say.
I don't know, say. How's it going?
Not so good. Steve here a minute.
Now hold a handle. What for?
Well. Do as I tell you, yes.
Won't it work? Well, this is usually the trick,
but it looks to me as if it's done it good.
Shall I close the door? Yes, but don't latch it.
Where's the light? Alright man, it's all right.
I've got it. Lovely plan.
Yes, it certainly cost a pretty penny to furnish this place.
Very impressive fireplace for a whole.
Yes, isn't it? I wonder where that door leads
to? Probably 1 of the bedrooms.
Stay here a moment, Steve. Yes.
All right, Paul. Paul, can I come in now?
No. Stay where you are, Steve.
Listen, Go down to the cabin. Tell Luke.
Paul, what's happened? Steve, listen to what I'm
saying. Go down to the text.
Please, what's happened? It's the man we saw this
morning, the man in the glove shop, Charles Marie.
Well, he's been murdered. His face has been slashed with a
razor. Paul, there's some blood on your
sleeve. Look, Steve, I want you to go
downstairs and then, if right, wait, hang on.
Hello. I.
Beg your pardon? It was only Monsieur.
Yes. I said, are you Passy 4713?
Just a moment. Yes, that's right.
Passy, 4713. One moment, if you please.
Who is it? I don't know, darling.
Hold the line please. There is a call for you from
London, A personal call. Hold the line a moment please.
Hello. Hello.
Yes.
Hold on a moment, who is that? Only prefer silver play.
Hello. Could a Mr Paul Temple take a
personal call from London, please?
What? Paul, what is it That's
impossible? No.
No one knows I'm here. Can a Mr Paul Temple take a
personal call from London, please?
Yes, speaking. Is that Mister Temple speaking
personal? Yes, who is it?
Who is calling? It is a Mr Van Dyke.
That was Blvd Seminar, the 4th episode of the Francis Durbridge
serial Paul Temple and the Van Dyke Affair with Peter Cook as
Paul Temple and Marjorie Westbury as Steve as Sir Graham
Forbes. You heard Richard Williams with
Griselda Harvey as Vanessa Drosty and John Fennell as Luke.
Production for the BBC was by Martin C Webster.
A long distance phone call is the next development in the Van
Dyke affair. We'll find out who's on the line
after the weekend. We present Peter Cook and
Marjorie Westbury in the Francis Durbridge serial Paul Temple and
the Van Dyke Affair episode 5. Roger Shelley makes a
suggestion. Hold on a moment.
Was it only in? Hello.
Could Mr Paul Temple take a personal call from London,
please? What?
Paul, what is it? But that's impossible.
No one knows I'm here. Can Mr Paul Temple take a
personal call from London, please?
Yes, speaking. Is that Mister Temple speaking
personally? Yes.
Who is it? Who is it calling?
It is a Mr Van Dyke. Van Dyke.
Oh, what's happening I. Don't understand it?
There's a call for me from a Mr Van Dyke.
It's ridiculous. Nobody knows we're here.
I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, Monsieur.
Which is happening tonight. Speak up, London, please.
Your party is on the line waiting.
Will you please speak up? Your party is waiting for you.
I'm Mama. See who claims you.
Wait a second, Steve. I think they've cleared the
line. Paul, I don't know whether you
realise, but you're standing right in front of the window.
What did you say? You're standing right in front
of the window. It looks to me as if the phone's
been moved. I believe you're right, Steve.
Surely it ought to be over here on this table.
Yes, this does seem a silly place for a telephone.
And the flex is stretched. Keep back, Steve, it's only my
arm. Paul, let me.
Keep away from the window. Is he all right, Sir Graham?
Steve, I thought you left the hospital ages ago.
But I did go back to the hotel. But is it going to be all right?
Temple, you better ask him yourself.
What do you mean, Timothy? Steve, I must do this more
often. Pull your arm.
Is it serious? No, but it might have been.
I was lucky. As you suddenly were.
It hadn't been for Steve. I should have had it.
Incidentally, where was our sharpshooting friend?
On the roof opposite. Yes.
I mean, he must have been Temple, but the place was
deserted by the time we got there.
Mr Graham, did you find out about the flat?
Yes, it belongs to Marie. Marie, the man from the glove
shop that Paul found dead in the bedroom.
Yes, it was Marie who sent us to the Bouvard seminar.
If if he got anything to say to us, why didn't you say it in
the? Shop.
Yes, I knew. Steve, the phone call, I noticed
the trick to get Paul in front of the window, but do you think
it was a genuine call from London?
No, it was a fake Steve. I didn't kill A1 but a fake.
As a matter of fact, I had my suspicions about that.
Oh, now? Come off and talk.
He fell for it. Hook, line and.
Sinker when you're going back to London.
We're flying back tomorrow morning.
Oh, I hope you don't mind the Graham.
I've sent Inspector Eden a cable.
Cable. What about?
About that doll, you remember Palmer spoke to me about it, He
said the little girl was asking for.
It Oh yes, yes, I don't. Know well I've asked Eden to
send it around to my flat. Why?
Well, with your permission, I'd rather like to give it back to
Palmer. It isn't much use of the yard,
is it? I can't say it's much use to
Palmer. Well, it's not intended for
Palmer. Not exactly the little girl.
What about Mary? Sir Graham?
Have the French people any idea who murdered him?
No, they've been over the apartment with a fine tooth
comb, but I'm afraid they've drawn a black.
Yes, but I don't think they'll have to look very far.
What do you mean? But isn't it obvious who
murdered Mary? Not to me it isn't.
Who are you thinking of, Rosty? Rosty or Bill McCall?
It's obvious that Missus Rost has been having an affair with
Marie. Rosty found out and either
murdered Marie himself or got McCall to do it.
How does that strike you as a gramme?
Well, it's it's quite a theory. So all you have to do is pick up
rosty. We have he was staying at a
small hotel near the Blvd Osman. Where is he now?
So far as I know, he's here at the hospital with his wife,
unless the police have taken them down the headquarters.
How is Mrs Dosti, by the way? She is still unconscious.
I gather it's a 5050. Chance I beg your pardon, Mr Mr
Dosti would like a word with you before he leaves.
He is in my office. Oh, thank you, Doctor.
Is there any change in Mrs Dosti?
She's still unconscious, but I feel a little more hopeful.
Oh, good. How is your arms?
You. Yes, it's, it's quite
comfortable. Thank you.
Remember what I told you? And don't forget to change the
dressing the moment you get back to London.
Don't worry, I shall not forget Doctor if he does.
Good. Well, come along, Temple, I
expect you'd like to have a word.
We shall be long. Steve.
That arm of yours doesn't look to a good temple.
Did that happen at the Cafe Deco?
No, I picked this up later in the evening.
Yeah, where? In the Blvd seminar, a gentleman
of somewhat doubtful ancestry took a part at me.
You mean someone tried to shoot you?
That was roughly the idea. Say A.
Thing that's happened to you, don't they?
You're nearly shot driving back from Marlow.
You have an excellent memory, McCall.
I'm awfully sorry about your wife, Trusty.
I do hope she'll be all right. Everyone is being most kind.
I'm sure there is nothing else that can be done.
I wanted to thank you, Sir Graham for getting in touch with
me. We had to get in touch with you
roster. Oh.
I'm not speaking as a police official at the moment, but
there are certain things which you ought to know under the
circumstances. What things?
What do you mean? Well, for instance, but you're
suspected of being responsible for the murder of Monsieur Mary
Mary. Yes, Charles Mary.
He had a glove shop on the Rousseau Raza and an apartment
on the Blvd Seminar. I don't even know anyone called
Mary, so why should anyone suspect me of murdering him?
Why did you come to Paris, Dusty, in the 1st place?
I told you why on business. I had to see a wine merchant.
You can check it if you like. Thanks for the police.
Well anyway, here's the name of the firm.
Renoir A Pupu 250 Roux Championee.
Dusty, I want you to listen very carefully.
Well, when I came to your flat, your wife dropped a pair of
gloves. You remember when she fainted?
Yes, I remember when I picked up the gloves, and on the inside of
one of them was a small tab with the name Charles Marie. 173 Rue
Saint Lazare, Paris. So.
But without going into details, that address had a certain
significance. In fact, it wasn't the first
time I'd heard of Monsieur Marie.
Go on. This morning my wife and I went
to the shop in the Rue Saint Lazare and when we produced a
certain glove not unlike Missus Dostis, Monsieur Mary directed
us to 29 Blvd Seminar and told us to ask for a Mr Palmer.
Palmer. The name strikes a chord.
Well, wasn't it someone called Palmer who was supposed to have
left the Natasha case at the Commodore Club?
It was indeed Well. When we arrived at the flat on
the Blvd seminar, there was no sign of a Mr Palmer, but there
was the dead body of Charles Marie.
It was not, I assure you were pretty sighted.
So what? Mr Drost has already told you
that he didn't even know Mary. So what's all this about?
Wait a moment, my call. Forgive me old man, perhaps I am
a little dense, but why are you telling me this?
Because we want you to know the facts.
The police haven't finished with you, Drosty.
There'll be a lot more questions.
Mr Drosty is not frightened of the police.
Why should I be? Well, supposing the police
believe that your wife was in love with Charles Mary, That you
came to Paris with the intention of murdering both your wife and
I love her, That your first attempt was at the Cafe Deco and
having missed Mary at the Cafe, you made a second and successful
attempt at the flat. Is that what the police really
think? It's a possibility you've got to
face. Well, what would your answer be
to such an accusation? There's only one possible
answer. The truth.
You're quite right, Temple. I didn't come to Paris on
business. I came to find my wife and try
to reason with her. Be quiet, McCall.
I know what I'm saying. Look.
You've been very frank with me and I'm going to be equally
frank with you. Yesterday my wife told me that
she was in love with Mary and that she wanted a divorce.
Before we had time to discuss the matter, she walked out of
the flat. McCall and I decided to come to
Paris and well try and persuade her to change her mind.
Is that your version, McCall? Sure, we gain a Paris to find
Missus Drusty and shake some sense under this character Mary,
but we just couldn't find the guy.
And you didn't go to the Blvd seminar?
Why should we? Isn't that obvious to see, Mary?
But we didn't know Mary lived in the Blvd seminar.
We tried to find his private address of Graham, but
unfortunately, or fortunately perhaps, we were unsuccessful.
I see. McCall Yeah.
Have you seen this cigarette light time before?
I see one like and. Why?
You sure it isn't yours? Of course I'm sure got mine here
in my pock. Well.
That's funny, I could have sworn it.
So can I have a look at that lighter?
Certainly. Well.
Is it yours, Michael? Yes, it is.
Where did you get it? I found it.
Where? In the flat on the Blvd seminar
by the body of Charles Marie. Now, careful, Steve, Careful.
Don't be stupid, I've got to get this sticking plaster off your
arm. Yes, darling, but you don't have
to pull it off. But that's precisely what I have
you have to do. The doctor said the best thing
was to get hold of the plaster and give it a very quick.
Touch. Never mind what the doctor said.
It's my arm, remember? Not his gods.
If this was in one of your novels, the detective would be
sitting back with a firm, determined expression on his
face. You wouldn't flinch an inch.
Well. It isn't in one of my novels, so
just remove the plaster darling. If you can manage to leave a
particle of skin, I should be very grateful.
Now look, just a minute. Now.
Now, does that hurt? Yes, I haven't started yet.
Subconscious. Subconscious.
My food now. Steve.
It's off and you never felt a thing, did you?
Would you mind passing my dressing gown, Miss Nightingale?
Excuse me, Sir. Here's Charlie.
Inspector Eden's here, Sir. Oh.
Hello, Inspector.
Come in. Thank you.
Good afternoon, Missus Temple. Good afternoon.
You have a nice trip back. Thank you.
My husband's arm was a bit troublesome, but apart from that
it was excellent. Well, yes, I was sorry to hear
about your arm. I hope it's going along all
right. I'm in good hands, Inspector.
Tell me if you heard. Was Graham.
He was on the phone about an hour ago with you back tonight.
I suppose he told you all the news.
Yes. Oh, by the way, the French
people have released Rostia McCall.
Oh, you thought they'd hold him? Yes, I did.
Well, apparently the actual time of the Merit murder has been
established. I both Trustee and McCall have
produced an alibi. I guess it's pretty foolproof or
the French police wouldn't have released them.
And the cigarette lighter? Well, according to Sir Graham,
McCall still can't account for the lighter.
Oh, I've. I've brought the doll.
I understand you'd like to give it back to Missus Desmond.
Yes, if you've no objections. No, we've no objection.
We've finished with it at the yard going.
Now, tell me about Miss Medicine was not a great deal to tell.
She was picked out of the Thames at 4:00 on Tuesday morning.
According to Doctor Gillespie, she'd been dead the best part of
a week. Was she murdered?
Well, Gillespie wouldn't commit himself.
There aren't any signs of violence.
On the other hand, how did she get into the water in the 1st
place? Exactly who identified the body?
Shelley did. Shelley.
Yes. He was staying at Marla.
We sent for him as soon as the body was discovered.
Or after you left for Paris. I had to talk to Shelley, as a
matter of fact, he came along to the yard with that note he was
supposed to have received from Miss Millicent.
Yes, I know. Well, we checked the note, made
the usual tests, and we're convinced it was genuine.
Of course, it can't be. Not of Gillespie's right.
And Miss Millicent's been dead the best part of a week.
Was the note dated? No.
Well then how do you know that it wasn't written before she
died and posted later? It wasn't posted.
It was delivered by hand, and the ink test showed it was
written about 24 hours before Shelley received it.
Would you trust him, Inspector? I don't know.
I must imagine he's quite unreliable.
One thing, he's always chopping and changing.
How do you mean? Well, in the past 10 years he's
been an actor, a professional dancer and believe it or not, a
dress designer. Does he do very well out of his
mother's health Bureau or whatever he calls it?
He must do fairly well. He seems to get about quite a
lot and he's got this cottage down at Marlow.
I used to imagine he's got a private income.
Yes, Temple, I'll be meaning to ask you.
Yes, Charlie. Mr Palmer's here and Missus
Desmond. I've popped them into the
drawing room. Was that OK?
Yes, that's all right, Charlie. OK, Missus T.
Were you expecting Palmer? Yes.
He's called for the Darwin. Do you mind if I have a word
with him? No, No, of course not.
Come on. In fact.
It's very good if you let us have the doll back inspection.
Yes, it is. That's all right.
Let me finish with it. Of the yard.
There's no reason why the child shouldn't have it.
Susan will be delighted when she sees it.
Won't you, Terry? Yeah, she will indeed.
How is Susan? Oh she's fine, but I'm sure
she's been missing the doll. It's funny how some kids get
attached to things. I remember when I was a kid, I
had a kangaroo. I used to call it Corky.
We were quite a zebrable. I know I've asked you this
before, Mrs Desmond, but you're quite sure that this is the same
doll? Quite sure, Mr Palmer.
Tell me, do you know Marlo very well?
Marlo. Yes, you know, on the Thames
near Maidenhead. Yes, I've been there several
times recently. No, not recently.
Isn't that where you find Miss Millicent?
Yes. Oh, I see.
Well, I can assure you that you know a great deal more about the
murder than we do, Inspector. We didn't even know that Miss
Millicent been found. We read about it.
Isn't that so merry? Yes, of course.
It hasn't yet been established that Miss Millicent was
murdered. What do you mean?
Well, she was drowned, of course, but whether?
She was, of course, Miss Millicent was murdered.
She must have been no. Go on, Missus Desmond.
Well, she wasn't. What else could have happened?
She might have committed suicide.
You mean she kidnapped the babies, suddenly realised what
she'd done, returned the child and then committed suicide?
Yes, well, it's a possibility, I suppose.
And why was the doll delivered to the Commodore Club?
Why did Queenie Edwards go down to Marlow?
And who is this mysterious Mr Van Dyke?
What do you mean? Who is this mysterious Mr Van
Dyke? This is Desmond.
Got a telephone call from someone called Van Dyke the
night that Miss Millicent and the baby disappeared.
Yes, but you don't attach any significance to that.
Surely we attach a great deal of significance to it.
And there's something else I attach a great deal of
significance to what? This.
Glove. Forgive me if I'm a little
dense, but I don't quite see the point.
Well, you may remember that Missus Desmond dropped this
glove the night that the baby. I did, yes, but surely there's
some mistake that's not one of my gloves.
Oh, come now, Missus Desmond, please.
When did Mary drop that glove? The night that the baby was
returned. And to remember you saw us
outside the flat. We just returned from Marlow.
I remember seeing you outside the flat, and I remember ringing
you up about a glove that Mary had lost.
But that's not the one. How do you know it isn't?
Because shortly after I telephoned you, she found her
glove. Was in the car all the time,
down by the side of the seat. You don't expect me to believe
that, Palmer, do you? I don't see that.
It's awfully important. Whether you believe it or not,
it happens to be the truth. Look here, Palmer.
There's a tab inside this glove. It's got the address of the shop
where it was bought. Well, the address is 173 rue
Saint Lazare, Paris. But.
I've never been to Paris. Have you been to Paris, Mr
Palmer? Yes, of course I have.
Several times, as a matter of fact.
The last time I was there I stayed in the Rue St Lazar, but
I didn't buy Missus Desmond a pair of gloves if that's what
you're thinking. Missus Desmond, yes.
Would you mind trying the glove on?
Of course I wouldn't, providing I can get it on.
Looks very small to me. It's helpless.
It's far too small. I can't possibly get it on well.
Are you? Satisfied Temple.
Paul, who's put some coffee on the tablecloth.
No wonder I haven't spilled it all over my suit.
This bandage is far too tight. The Doctor.
Said he doesn't know what he's talking about.
I'm taking this Richard thing off this afternoon, Steve.
Doctor or no doctor, you. Really are the limit when you've
got anything the matter with Paul now, Do you think that Mrs
Desmond was telling the truth? Do you think that was her glass?
Yes, of course it was. Wellness, Didn't it fit?
For the simple reason I say isn't Charlie in.
Use as far as I know well. Then why on earth doesn't he
answer the door? Probably in the kitchen.
Probably asleep. Oh, you are in a mood this
morning. It's all right.
I love. Sorry.
Oh. Oh, good.
Good morning. Good morning.
Is Mr Temple in please? Yes, he is.
My name is Shelley. Do you think I could have a word
with Mr Temple? Well.
I know it's. Fractly annoying having callers
at this time of day, but it is important.
Oh. Well, love, won't you come in,
Mr Shelley? Oh, thank you very much.
Missus Temple it is. Missus Temple it is.
Hello, Shelley. You're up early.
It's very naughty of me to call around at this time, I know.
But I did so want to have a word with you.
Oh. Oh, hello.
Have you had an accident? Oh, yes.
Yes. Now come on, Shelley, sit down
and have some coffee and tell me what it's all about.
Oh, thanks. Well, I'm rather perturbed, Mr
Temple. Perturbed.
I don't know whether the police think I'm a suspicious character
or not, but really the questions they've been asking and my word,
aren't they incompetent? Oh well, I wouldn't say that,
Mister. Shelley, you know that note I
received that was supposed to have been written by Miss
Millicent? Yes.
Well, the police said it was genuine.
You said it was genuine. Yes, I know, but I'm not an
expert. I was talking to Inspector Eden
about that note. Oh, well, really?
He's the end. That man's an imbecile.
Take my advice and don't underestimate Inspector Eden,
Shelley. He's a very shrewd man.
You know, Mr Shelley, although that note wasn't written by Miss
Millicent, you can't dismiss it as being completely unimportant.
After all, it did reveal the identity of the murdered man.
The man at Marlow, I mean. I don't dismiss the note as
being unimportant, Mrs Temple, On the contrary.
But why? Why, for goodness sake, was it
sent to me? Isn't it obvious Why, No.
The person who wrote that note considered you an important
character in this affair and thought it worthwhile to send
you a friendly warning. What was it the note said?
And the man you met at Marlow, the man who called himself
Baker, was Harry the Wolf. Let that be a warning, Mr
Shelley. Yes, but a warning.
Against what? It isn't as if I knew that
fellow, the one that was murdered.
I I'd never set eyes on him until I met him at the words.
Surely, Supposing we get to the point, what exactly is it you
want to see me about? Well, go on, you.
You would probably think this is rather ridiculous.
But when I realised that Miss Millicent couldn't have written
the note, I began to wonder if the whole thing was some kind of
practical joke. Why should it be a practical
joke? Well, I've got a friend.
Marion Faber. The artist?
Yes. Do you know Marian?
No, but I've heard of her. She's a well known portrait
painter. That's right.
Didn't Miss Faber dine with you the night you invited Baker
Rather de Wolf to teach you Canasta?
Yes, that's right. She was at the cottage when
Baker telephoned to say he couldn't make it.
Well, go on. Well, you see, Marian's a
darling really. But, well, she has the most
malicious sense of humour and she adores practical jokes.
Oh, you're surely not suggesting that Miss Faber sent you that
note as a. Practical joke, but it's just
the sort of thing she would do. Besides, she knew I was worried
about the Miss Millicent business.
Yes, but what makes you think the Miss Faber could copy Miss
Millicent's handwriting? Oh, Marian could do that all
right. As a matter of fact, that's,
that's what put the whole idea into my head.
Really. Well, you see, she used to do
that sort of thing at parties. Copy people's handwriting.
I mean, she really is astonishingly good.
Yes, but how could you get hold of a sample of Miss Millicent's
handwriting? And how did you happen to know
the identity of the dead man, The wall, Exactly, Steve?
Oh dear, I'm afraid I never thought of that.
Where does Miss Faber live at Marlow?
No, at Bourne End. She's got a bungalow, a lovely
place. She's disgustingly rich.
Well, I think it might be a good idea if I had a word with her.
Oh, I doubt you can get much help from her.
The only time Marian feels like talking is when she's painting,
and then she certainly can matter.
All right, I'll make an appointment for a sitting.
She can paint me and talk to me at the same time.
Oh. I'm sure you'll make a lovely
picture, darling, especially with your arm in the sling.
Oh. Lord, I've forgotten that.
And Miss Temple. Mr Temple, may I make a
suggestion? Yes, of course.
Why not let Misses Temple see Marian?
I feel sure that she'd get a great deal more out of her than
anyone else. Thank you, Mr Shelley.
Yes, You know, I think you're quite right, Shelley.
It's rather an idea. Yes, really.
Rather an idea. Missus Temple.
Yes. I'm Miss Faber's chauffeur.
Oh, Miss Faber asked me to omit the train.
Oh, thank you. That's very kind of her.
Have you any? Luggage.
No. The car's over there, Mrs
Temple. Just screw the kids if you will
follow me. Thank you.
This is the car. Madam, how far is Miss Faber's
place from here? It's about four miles, but it's
rather difficult to find if you haven't been down here before.
I'm very glad Miss Faber sent the car.
I should probably have caught the wrong bustle, walked in the
opposite direction, or. Something.
Seems to be quite a habit of mine these days.
I'll move those passes off the back seat.
And then you can get here. Oh please don't bother, I can
sit in the front with you. Oh, thank you by.
The way haven't I seen you before somewhere?
I don't think so, Madam. What is your name?
France, Madam Louis France. Funny, I could have sworn I'd
seen you before somewhere. Oh, just a moment, Madam.
Didn't you? Stay at the Wordsworth Hotel at
Mallow about a week ago. Yes, that's right, my husband
and I were down there for the weekend.
That's where you must have seen me, Mrs Temple.
I delivered a message to the manager, Mr McCall.
Oh yes, I remember. I knew that I had seen you
before. You are one of those people who
will never forget a face. Well, oddly enough it's it's
usually voices I remember, not faces.
You have to pull that door, Madame Alami.
How much further have we to go? About a mile and 1/2.
Do we drive by the river all the way?
Yes, seems better. Long 4 miles.
It's probably near 5 from the station.
We always reckon about 20 minutes.
When we get around the next bend, you'll see the cottage on
the top of a hill. You mean Miss Faber's cottage?
Yes. Oh, I thought you had a
bungalow. No, Madam, a cottage.
It says one of those, what you call it, 2 door cottages with a
thatched thatched. Is that the right word?
Yes, that's the right word. How long have you worked for
Miss Faber? Oh, nearly two years now.
And before that, or before that, I was all over the place.
Abroad. Yes.
Abroad. Which part?
Zurich, Copenhagen. Oslo.
Or we know Paris. No, I've.
I've never worked in Paris. But you've been there?
No, Never. I think you have.
What do you mean? You've been to Paris?
Quite. Recently.
What are you talking about? I'm talking about the Cafe Dico.
Surely Remember the Cafe Dico? I don't understand what you
mean. Oh, I'm surprised, Mr France.
Don't you remember a rather disreputable individual selling
newspapers and pretty postcards? You recognised my voice.
Yes. I knew you what I told Van Dyke.
You recognise my voice. Listen, I don't know what your
game is, but don't be a fool. Stop the car.
Take your hands off the wheel. You heard what I said, Stop the
car before it's too late. Stupid to go.
Fool. All right, you ask.
Why? You.
For heaven's sake, be careful or you turn the car over.
I'll teach you to strike me. Take your hands off the wheel.
Look on. That was the fifth episode of
the Francis Terbridge serial Paul Temple and the Van Dyke
Affair, with Peter Cook as Paul Temple and Marjorie Westbury as
Steve. The part of Inspector Eden is
played by Frederick Treves, Mary Desmond by June Tobin, Bill
McCall by John Scott and Roger Shelley by Richard Handel.
Production for the BBC was by Martin C Webster.
So we'll hear the outcome of that apparent car crash tomorrow
and find out if Steve's OK at the same time.
We present Peter Cook and Marjorie Westbury in the Francis
Derbridge serial Paul Temple and the Van Dyke Affair episode 6.
Suspect #1. All right, you ask for it.
Why if I haven't? Sick.
Be careful when you turn the car on.
I'll do you. Just strike me.
Look. Out.
Missus Temple. Mr Trusty Macron, look who it
is. We saw the car zigzagging all
over the place. Did the steering column break?
No, no, it it is nothing like that.
Is is that your? Husband in the river.
No, no, it's the man called with France.
He was tight. Saying he's in trouble.
He can't swim, do something quickly.
You're done, right? He can't.
Swing. He's panicking.
He sure is. Take this.
Jacket out and put it around missus.
Of course. I'll look after the guy in the
water. Here we go, I'm sitting.
Thank you. Are you all right?
Yes, Sir, I'm all right. Thank.
You. It's strange, we should meet
like this. I'm.
Very glad with it. McCall and I were driving down
to the word. What?
We just met at the station. I think you'd better come back
to the hotel with us, Missus Temple.
I think I'd better don't go very far like this.
Is it near here? The Wordsworth, It's about two
miles. When did you get back from
Paris, Mr Rusty? I came back yesterday, but I'm
flying back tonight. My wife's still in a pretty bad
way. I'm afraid I'm.
Sorry. I shouldn't have left Paris,
only I had a meeting in town yesterday afternoon.
But where were you? Going when this happened.
I was going to see Marion Faber. The artist.
Yes, and that man called himself very France met me at the
station, said he was her chauffeur.
But I recognised him almost at once.
He was the man in Paris who was responsible for that bomb
explosion at the Carefedico. But that's a most extraordinary
story. Missus Temple.
Are you sure this is the same man?
I'm absolutely sure I recognised his voice and the moment I
mentioned look. Mccall's coming back.
But but he's alone. I wonder what's happened.
Trusty. You'd better drive down to the
police station, mention my name and ask massage and garage.
Didn't you manage? It was no use.
He was in such a state there was nothing I could do.
I tried to save him but he just wouldn't help me have.
You tried artificial respiration He.
Was dead. He was dead when I got him out
of the water. He won my opinion.
He died from shock more than anything else.
Yes. I'm sorry, Mr Temple.
I did my best. Was he a friend of yours?
Oh no, he wasn't. Missus Temple had an appointment
with Marion Faber. What the artist?
Yes, that fellow met her at the station and passed himself off
as Miss Faber's chauffeur. What do you mean passed himself
off? His name is Faber's Chauffeur.
No, his name's Louis France. The first time I saw him was in
Paris. According to Missus Temple, he
was the man responsible for the Baum outrage at the Cafe Deco.
What? You're almost as bad as your
husband. Missus Temple You 2 suddenly
going for surprises. Say this character was
responsible for that bomb outrage.
Why did he meet you at the station?
I don't know and this by the way, Mr McCauley said that he
knew you. Yes, he said he delivered a
message to you at the words was about a week ago.
Not to me, he didn't. I never said I'd on him before
today. Now don't look at me like that,
Mrs Temple. Like what?
You're looking at me as if you don't believe a word I say.
Show you why. That's OK, I don't mind whether
you believe me or not. It just happens to be the truth,
that's all. You've never seen him before.
That's right, it's as simple as that.
I have never seen him before. Miss Favour?
Yes. Oh, my name is Paul Temple.
I believe my wife had an appointment with you this
afternoon. She did at 3:30.
The next time your wife makes an appointment and cannot keep it.
Mr Temple, I should be grateful if she would let me know.
I can assure you my wife would have been here on time, Miss
Favour, but she had an accident. An accident?
Yes. I'm sorry.
I've been in rather a bad mood all day.
Do come in. Thank you.
This morning my work went to pieces.
And then this afternoon when your wife didn't turn up.
I know he's told you to apologise, Miss Fay, but I know
that sort of day only to wet. So Steve went back to the hotel
with Rosti and Bill McCall. They telephoned through to the
flat and I motored down from town.
Where is your wife now? She's still at the Wordsworth.
I left her there while I called round to talk to you.
What? Was this man like Mr Temple, the
man who pretended to be my chauffeur?
I understand he was about 30, tall, dark, good looking and he
spoke with an accent. And you say his name was Louis
France? According to the papers found on
him, yes. I just can't imagine who he is.
It's my opinion that he worked for a man called Van Dyke.
Van Dyke. Does that convey anything to
you? No, I.
See Cigarette. No, thank you.
I don't spoke. Have you any objection if I do?
No, of course. I understand Mr Shelley's a
friend of yours. Yes, I've known Roger for some
time. Didn't you dine within the night
that man Dewolf was murdered? I did.
Was Dewolf a friend of yours? No.
But wasn't he a friend of Roger Shelley's?
Maybe, but that doesn't necessarily make him a friend of
mine. In any case, he wasn't a friend
of Shelley's. Roger simply bumped into him at
the words and invited him out to dinner.
And you never actually saw him. No.
I see, Miss Faber, when my wife telephoned and made an
appointment to see you, what was your reaction?
What do you mean? What did you believe that she
only wanted to have a portrait painted?
Oh, why shouldn't I? I'm an artist, I paint portraits
and I understand your wife is a very good looking.
Woman, didn't it occur to you that you might be coming down
here because I wanted certain information from you?
No it didn't. What information are you talking
about? Mr Shelley tells me that you
have a rather unusual sense of humour.
It depends what you mean by unusual.
I understand you. What should we say?
Go in for practical jokes. Are you suggesting that I sent
that man down to? The no, I'm not suggesting
anything of the. Song Well, what are you
suggesting? That you sent Mr Shelley a note,
A threatening note, apparently written by Miss Millicent.
Well. Well, what if I did?
The fool was asking to have his leg pulled every time you met
him. He did nothing but talk about
the Millicent affair. It isn't as if he knew the woman
very well. I don't suppose he'd spoken to
her more than half a dozen times.
I met him in Regent Street one afternoon.
He'd just been to Scotland Yard. He was full of it.
He said he was worried, desperately worried, but it was
obvious that he was enjoying every minute of it.
Well, we gave him something to worry about.
We. Oh, that note wasn't entirely my
idea. A friend of mine and Rogers told
me exactly what to write and gave me a letter of Miss
Millicent so that I could copy the handwriting.
Well, your friend seems to have been very well informed he knew
the wolf's identity before Scotland Yard did.
Yes, I know, I've been worried about that.
When I wrote the note, I thought the name was fictitious when my
friend had invented to make the note sound authentic, but later
I discovered. That it was genuine?
Yes. What did you do when you
discovered that the dead man really was called the wolf?
Well, naturally, I had a word with my friend.
I asked him how he happened to know the wolf's identity and why
he hadn't spoken to the police about it.
And what did your friend say? He said he didn't want to get
involved with the police and in any case, if Shelley went to
Scotland Yard with a note, they'd very quickly check up on
the wolf. I see.
Who is your friend, Miss Faber? I'm sorry, I can't tell you.
You mean you won't tell me? Is that it?
If you like. Why?
Because I don't want to get anyone into trouble.
My dear Miss Faber, you'll get a great many people into trouble,
including yourself, if you withhold important information
from the police. Now look, don't be silly about
this. Who gave you the Miss Medicine
letter? And who told you what to put in
that note to Roger Shelley? I'm sorry, I can't tell you.
I don't know whether you realise the seriousness of this.
I'm not going to tell you who my friend is.
The whole thing was a practical joke.
The sooner it's forgotten the better, and in any case, I don't
doubt the police know all there is to know about the wolf
without dragging my friend or anyone else down the Scotland
Yard. Do you think I'm here just
because I'm curious about one of your stupid practical jokes?
Well, I'm not. I'm here because I'm determined
to find out the identity of the mysterious Mr Van Dyke.
And I've already told you I've never heard of anyone called
Van. Dyke, I think you have.
I think you've heard a great deal about Mr Van Dyke, and I've
got a shrewd suspicion that you know a great deal more about
this Miss Millicent affair than you'd like to admit.
That's absolute nonsense. You know where they found Miss
Millicent, don't you? In the river about two miles
from here. Well, what does that prove?
I'm not the only person who lives around here.
There's Shelley, for instance. He's got a cottage not far from
where they found Miss Millicent. And there there's Mr McCall at
the Wordsworth. And Mr Drosti, he's quite a
frequent visitor to these parts. For a person who's never heard
of Mr Van Dyke and knows very little about the Miss Millicent
affair, you seem to be pretty well acquainted with the
principal characters in the story.
I can see you're quite convinced I'm a double dyed villain, Mr
Temple. Or should I say villainess?
No, I think you're just being very silly.
Because I won't tell you who my friend is.
We shall find that out sooner or later.
Would you mind passing you my cigarette case on the table
there? I'm sorry to appear so
difficult, Mr Temple. I hope that next time we meet,
you'll be able to take a more favourable view of me.
I hope so. Here's your case.
Tell me, just out of curiosity, what's the point of the
cigarette case? To get my fingerprints.
Yes. But you should have asked me.
I would have been only too happy to have obliged.
You're not so serious, I thought.
Goodbye. Goodbye Mr. Tim Oh, by the way,
yes, I did notice the photograph of Mr Palmer in the hall.
You did intend me to notice it, didn't you?
Goodbye. Hello, darling.
Oh. Hello Steve, I've been looking
all over the place for you. You ready?
Yes, but I promised you'd give Mr Drosty a lift into town.
He's flying back to Paris on the night plane.
Well, where is he? Is he ready?
He won't be in a moment. How's your?
Arm. Oh, it's fine.
Never felt better. Shouldn't be using it.
You know, if the doctor knew you were driving a car, he'd be
Fury. Nonsense.
It felt better the moment I took it out of the sling.
Ah, here's Drosty. Hello, old man.
I'm sorry if I've kept waiting. No, that's all right.
I've only just arrived. Did you see Miss Faber?
Yes. Apparently she's never heard of
France. At any rate, he certainly wasn't
a chauffeur. I know, I understand.
You want her lift back to town? Yes.
If it's not causing you too much trouble.
No, of course not. You ready?
Yes, I'm ready now. Good.
Oh, wait a moment, darling. Here's Mr McCall.
Oh. What is it, McCall?
There's a call for you from Paris.
I I gather it's urgent. They've been trying to get you
at the flat. Oh, excuse me.
I take it in my office. It's quicker.
Yes, all right. Call from Paris.
I wonder if it's about his wife. How are you feeling now, Steve?
All right. Well, I certainly feel better
than I did. You know, both Dusty and McCall
have been very decent. You look excited about
something. What's happening?
Well, as I told you, I saw Miss Famer, and although she
apparently knew nothing about the chauffeur, she certainly
knew something about that note. The one that Shelly got, Did you
ask her about it? Yes, and she confirmed what
Shelly suspected, that she sent it to him as a practical joke.
Oh, but who told her about the wolf?
And how was she able to copy Miss Millicent's handwriting?
The same person who told her about the wolf supplied her with
a letter of Miss Millicent's. Who was it?
She didn't tell me, but I've got a pretty shrewd suspicion.
He's dusted. Well, something's happened,
Paul. There's no need for you to take
me back to town, Temple. I'm going back with McCall.
No. Well, we've had a spot of
trouble at the Commodore. The manager's been taken.
I'll. I want McCall to take charge
there. For the time being, at any rate.
I see. Is there any news in Paris?
Yes, my wife died this afternoon.
Oh, sorry, Mr Justin. Did she regain consciousness?
No, apparently not. Now, will you excuse me?
I've got one or two arrangements to make, and I don't want to
miss the plane. Yes, of course.
And I am so sorry. Thanks.
Goodbye, Rosie. Goodbye.
Goodbye, Missus Temple. Goodbye, Mr Justin.
Why, Hello, Temple. I never expected to see you.
Not at this time of night. May I come in Parliament?
Well, yes, of course. Am I disturbing you?
No, not a bit. I've finished an article.
I was just going to help myself to a whisk and soda.
Will you join me? Oh, thanks very much.
Sounds an excellent idea. Soda or water?
Soda, please. Right.
How's Missus Desmond? I'm not too good, I'm afraid.
She still seems on edge. This Miss Millison business has
certainly played the very devil with her nerves.
I I don't think she's sleeping very well.
Well, here's your drink. Oh, thanks.
Cheers. Bye.
Scar Palmer? Yes.
Do you mind if I ask you another personal question?
No, of course not. Far ahead.
What exactly is your relationship with Missus
Desmond? We're very good friends.
Is that all? Yes, that's all.
Unfortunately, I met Mary several years ago when her
husband was alive. I fell in love with her the
first time I saw her. When John Desmond died, I did
everything for her, everything I possibly could.
Since then, I've made a point of proposing to her twice a week,
and she rejects my proposals with monotonous regularity.
Well, I wish you better luck. However, I didn't come here to
talk to you about Missus Desmond.
Then what did you come to talk to me about, Palmer.
Tell me, how long have you known Mary in favour?
Yes.
You do know I don't you? Well, yes, of course.
Well, how long have you known her?
Well, I should say about two years.
Is she a very good friend of yours?
What do you mean? Well, is she a very good friend
of yours? No, she's not.
She's not a friend of mine at all, Really.
Now that surprises me. Why should it surprise you?
I don't know if you've been to a.
No, I haven't. But if you do go, you'll see
your photograph in the hall opposite the door.
You can't possibly miss it. It's rather a good one.
You're well. I know the photograph you mean.
All right. Did you give it to Miss Faber?
Yes. When?
About two years ago. Well, she must have been a very
good friend of yours then, judging from the inscription to
Marian. With all my love, why are you
interested in Marian Faber? For a variety of reasons, but
I'll give you one. Well, Miss Faber admits that she
sent a note to Roger Shelley. The note was written exactly as
Miss Millicent would have written it.
I see now someone dictated the contents of that note.
And you think I'm that someone? Rancho.
Look here. Before we discuss anything else,
let's get my relationship with Marian Faber straightened out.
Two years ago, I did a series of articles.
I'm not an art. Frankly, it's a subject I know
very little about. That's probably why the magazine
commissioned me to do the series.
Anyway, I got a friend of mine who introduced me to Marian
Faber. I knew she was well known
painter and had pretty definite views on contemporary art.
Well, Marian was awfully good. She helped me no end so far as
the articles were concerned. But unfortunately, well,
unfortunately, she turned out to be rather possessive.
Possessive well. Damn it all, Temple, You're a
man of the world. I don't have to explain, Jolly.
Oh, I see. When was the last time you saw
Miss Faber? No, about six or seven months
ago. And you haven't seen her since?
Not to speak to I saw in a restaurant about a month or so
ago, but fortunately she didn't see me.
Now to get back to your question, I did not provide Mary
in favour or anyone else with a letter of Miss Millicence and I
did not dictate or send a note to Roger Shelley.
But you knew that Shelley had received a note?
Yes, there's a paragraph in one of the papers which said it had
a threatening letter, didn't say what it's about, who had sent
it. Palmer, tell me, when you first
discovered that Miss Millicent worked for Shelley, did you
realise that it was the same Shelley that Miss Faber was
friendly with? I didn't know that Marion was
friendly with Shelley until you told me.
Didn't Miss Faber ever mention him?
No. I never heard of Shelley until
Miss Millicent told me that she was going to work for him.
Have you met Shelley? Yes.
I met him at Scotland Yard about a week ago.
Inspector Eden introduced us. I see.
Well. Any more questions or is the
quiz programme over for this evening?
No, not quite over. Just Just one more question.
Well, I'm a novelist, Palmer. I write detective stories.
Yes, I know. I've read them.
They're very good. Thank you.
Well, if I was writing this story, the story of Miss
Millicent and the mysterious Mr Van Dyke, do you know what I
should call you, Palmer? No, I should call you.
Suspect #1. Suspect #1 Yes.
Why? Why would you call me that?
Just because I didn't tell you that Marian Favour was a friend
of mine? Just because the cloakroom
attendant at the Commodore Club lied to about the attachment
case? You know, Temple, for a famous
detective writer, you're really rather stupid, aren't you?
Stupid. I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that. No, go ahead.
Tell me. Why exactly am I stupid?
No, really. It was awfully rude.
I do. A public.
No, no. Please tell me.
Well, surely you of all people know that suspect #1 never turns
out to be the villain. There are exceptions, Palmer.
There are exceptions. I'll drive the car around to the
garage, no. No, there's no need.
I'll send Charlie down. Oh, all right.
Don't forget your bags, Steve. Oh yes, hello.
Look who's here. Roger Shelley.
Where? Getting out of that taxi.
Right. Timothy looks in a flap, doesn't
he? Oh, dear.
Oh, hello, Shelley. Were you going up to the flat?
Yes. I wanted to talk with your
temple. I Oh, good evening, Missus
Temple. I'm so sorry.
I'm afraid I didn't notice you. I really I'm quite at sixes and
sevens. I just don't know whether I'm
coming or going. Is.
Anything wrong, Mr Shelley? I've had the most devastating
experience. I mean, really devastating.
Why? What's happened?
Well, you know that note I received?
The one I thought was a practical joke?
Well, I was wrong. Quite wrong.
Marian couldn't possibly have sent it.
What do you mean? Well, it turns out it wasn't a
joke after all. Really.
I don't think you understand. That note was a threat.
Quite a genuine threat. You see, someone tried.
To murder me. Someone tried to murder you,
Yes. When?
About an hour ago. Oh, it was a.
Terrible experience, Temple. My goodness, I never want to go
through anything like that again.
Oh, but why should anyone want to murder you, Mr. That's the
whole point, Mrs Temple. I don't understand.
I just don't understand what happened, Shelly.
Well, I got home from the office at about 8:30.
I'd had a fairly heavy day and I wasn't feeling too good, so I
went up to my bedroom, changed into a dressing gown, took a
couple of aspirins and lay down on the bed.
Well, I suppose I must have been dozing for an hour or so when I
I heard a noise. I glanced towards the window and
to my absolute horror, I realised that a man had climbed
the balcony and was actually in the room.
Did you recognise? No, I didn't.
I couldn't see very clearly, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't anyone
I'd seen before. Oh, I was petrified.
I just didn't know what to do. I know it sounds highly
melodramatic, but it was just as if my whole body had turned to
stone. Well, I watched him.
I watched him come closer to the bed.
He thought I was asleep. Suddenly I saw him take
something from his pocket. I couldn't see what it was.
Not at first. Not until he was right on top of
me. And then?
What was he? It was a knife, one of those
squat little things with a with a razor blade.
Suddenly I remembered Queenie Edwards.
I remembered you were telling me what?
She looked like after. But what did you do There was.
Only one thing I could do. I went for him.
Oh, we must. Have thought I'd start.
Staring mad. I shouted, I kicked, I
scratched. In the end you realised that the
game was up and he made a dash for it.
It must have been a very nasty experience.
Oh, it was horrible. Frankly, I'm exhausted.
What was he like, this man? Well, he was tall about your
build, I suppose, but I've no idea what he really looked like.
I'm afraid there's not very hopeful.
By the way, have you told the police about this?
Not yet, but I intend to. Oh, incidentally, I found this
temple. It was on the floor near the
bed. What is it, Paul?
It's a small buckle, I think I must have pulled it off his
wristwatch while we were struggling.
You sure it isn't yours? Oh, quite sure.
Now, what shall I do? Give it to the police?
No, no, no. It's all right.
I'll take care of this. What are you going to do now?
Go back to your flat? Oh, no, I couldn't possibly go
back there. I should be terrified.
I'm going to friends. They've been very sweet and
offered to put me up for the night.
I shall probably go down to Marlow tomorrow.
No, I'll have a word with the yard about this, Cherie.
Meanwhile, take care of yourself.
Well, I'll try. But really.
Good night, Mrs Temple. Good night, Mr Cherie.
Paul, do you think Shelley was telling the truth?
Well, he seemed very overwrought.
Yes, I think he was telling the truth.
He certainly looked as if he'd been in a fight.
What's the matter with Charlie? Well, if you didn't forget your
key every time you go out, there wouldn't be any need for to
answer the door. Ah, here.
He is. We thought you'd gone to bed,
Charlie. No, I've been listening to the
words. Any messages, Charlie?
Yeah, Mrs Desmond telephoned. As a matter of.
Fact. She phoned two or three times.
Mrs Desmond. That's right.
She said she wanted to see you climbing.
She didn't have sound in this due.
Is she phoning again? Well, I don't know.
She said she was speaking from the Commodore Club.
I think she wants you to go around there.
To the Commodore, yeah. What do you mean?
You think she wants us to go around there?
Well, she seemed so at up it was difficult to understand after
what she was talking about. When I said you wasn't in, she
said tell Mister Temple it's urgent.
I'm at the Commodore Club. If she phones again, Charlie,
tell her we're on the way. Okey, doke.
Come on, Steve. I wonder if she's upstairs,
Steve. Oh well, how do you think she'd
wait for us upstairs? Darling, this.
Hello there. Hello, McCall, what are you
doing at the Commodore? I have taken over.
Didn't Mr Drosda tell you? Oh yes, yes, of course.
I remember the manager was taken in or something.
Yeah, that's right. Appendicitis.
Oh, acute appendicitis. I suppose you're looking for a
Missus Desmond. Why yes.
She's been expecting you for the last hour or so.
Boy, was she in a flat doodle. Where is she now?
She left about four or five minutes ago.
Did you say where she was going? No, I'm afraid she didn't.
Wonder she's gone to the flat. That's probably what's happened.
Well, you've only just missed her.
Tell me this, Missus Desmond, is she the person that was mixed up
with the Miss Millicent case? The one with the baby girl.
Yes, why do you ask? Oh, I am.
I wondered, that's all. I thought you parked the car
here. No, darling, it's just around
the corner. We went in the side entrance,
remember? Oh yes.
Here we are in you get Steve No. I'll drive, Paul.
You keep on the lookout in case we pass Mrs Desmond.
All right, I haven't got the ignition key.
It's all right, I've got it. Oh good, is that your parcel on
the back seat? Well, oh.
What is it? It's that door the doll.
It was in the attachment case. You sure?
Oh yes. Oh, Paul.
What's the matter? It's covered in blood.
That was the 6th episode of Paul Temple and the Van Dyke Affair,
written by Francis Durbridge and produced by Martin C Webster,
with Peter Cook as Paul Temple and Marjorie Westbury as Steve
Terry. Palmer was played by Peter
Wilde, Roger Shelley by Richard Handel, Philip Drusty by Simon
Lack, Marion Faber by Betty Hardy and other parts by members
of the BBC Drama Repertory Company.
Well, now, what has Missus Desmond been up to with that
doll? We'll find out tomorrow at the
same time. We present Peter Cook and
Marjorie Westbury in the Francis Derridge serial Paul Temple and
the Van Dyke Evan episode 7 Steve Entertains.
Here's the car in you get Steve. No, I'll drive, Paul.
You keep on the lookout in case we pass Mrs Desmond.
All right, I haven't got the ignition key.
It's all right, I've got it. Oh good, is that your parcel on
the back seat? Well.
Oh. What is it?
It's that doll. The doll.
It was in the attache case. You sure?
Yes. Oh.
Paul, what's the matter it. It's covered in blood.
Timothy, you're right, Steve. Just look at the seat it.
Looks as if there's been a fight or something.
Certainly does. Didn't you lock the car?
No, I didn't. What do things happen?
I don't know, unless Missus Desmond decided to wait.
Let me have a look at that doll. Paul, that's an ambulance.
Which way did it go? Round to the right.
That's the back of the Commodore Club.
Stay here. Where are you going?
I'm going back to the Commodore. Here's McCall.
Jumbled. Wait a minute, what a bit of
temple? What's happened?
GI, I'm glad I caught you. One of the bad boys went out for
a breath of air. He found Missus Desmond and the
Muse at the back of the club. She was beaten up.
Is she badly hurt? Yeah, she's in a pretty bad way.
We've sent for an. Ambulance.
Come on, McCall, take the car back to the flat.
Steve, I'll see you later. What shall I do with the doll?
Where did you get that doll? It was in my.
Car in your car? Yes, That's very odd, isn't it?
Why have you seen it before, Mr McCall?
Yes, of course it belongs to Missus Desmond.
How do you know? She had it with her earlier in
the evening. I mean she told me that she was
taking her down to Eastbourne for a little girl.
How to get into your car. Paul, do you see what happened?
Mary Desmond got tired of waiting.
She must have walked out of the club just as we drove up.
When she found the car was unlocked, she got in to wait.
For us. But someone spotted her and
dragged her out. She has just about it.
Mrs Temple, that's just about. It yes.
Come on, McCall. No, Inspector.
Hi Tambo. It doesn't take you long to get
here. The matron of some out is a
friend of mine. I was at the hospital when the
call came through. Oh, I see.
It's a nasty business. Is she badly hurt?
Very badly, I'm afraid. A long time since I've seen
anything like it, I've had to get my hands on the swine who
did it. Is she conscious?
Just about. Do you think I could see her?
Well, actually, I had an appointment with her.
You had? Yes.
That's why I'm here. Why did you arrange to meet her
at the Commodore Club? Yeah, she telephoned two or
three times, but unfortunately I was out.
Excuse me, Inspector. Yes, miss, we're leaving now.
Oh, this is Mr Temple. He wants to have a word with Mrs
Desmond. Do you think he could travel
back with you in the ambulance? Yes, I think that'll be all
right. Thank you, Ness.
I'll see you at the hospital, inspector.
This way, Mr Temple. Then Mrs Desmond.
I got tired of waiting so I went outside.
I saw you drive up but I didn't want to go into the club again
so I went to your. Car.
I meant to wait for you in the car, but he saw me.
Who saw you? Mrs Desmond Van Dyke.
Yes, he dragged me out of the car.
He hit me. It's all right, Mrs Desmond.
Nobody's going to hurt you. There's no need to worry.
We're taking you to the hospital.
You'll be perfectly all right. To the hospital.
You're taking me. Taking me?
Who is that? Who is it?
It's me, Mrs Desmond. Paul Temple.
Don't remember You wanted to see me.
Temple. Oh yes, yes, of course.
I I telephoned you, didn't I? I wanted to tell you about about
Miss Millicent. Yes, what about Miss Millicent?
She didn't know what was in the packages.
We never told her that she was helping to distribute drugs.
Go on, Mrs Desmond. One day she opened one of the
packages. It was meant for Mrs Trusty.
When she discovered what it was, she wanted to go to the police.
We told her that if she did, we'd say that she was one of us.
Is that why she disappeared? Why she took the child?
Yes, she thought that if she had the child, she could force us to
change our minds. What happened?
We found her and the baby. At least Van Dyke found her.
He sent for Queenie Edwards. He sent for her because he knew
that that. That Miss Medicine had confided
in her. Yes, when he discovered that
Queen, he worked Madam Flobel. He tried to tried to persuade my
head. I'm afraid you'll have to be
kept quiet, Mr Temple. Yes.
All right. There's just one more question.
Mrs Desmond, tell me, who is Van Dyke?
Van Dyke. Van Dyke is.
Don't let him touch me. Please don't let him touch me.
It's all right, Missus Desmond. It's all right.
There's nothing for you to be frightened of.
Just relax. Just relax.
Oh, Charlie, I've left the cooker on.
Yes, all right. Misses Temple never get the
toast. Sorry.
Okey doke. Paul, don't eat with your mouth
full well. How should I eat then?
Well, I mean, don't eat well, you know what I mean?
Yes. Dear, oh, is that this morning's
paper? Can I see it?
Yeah, there's a photograph of Missus Desmond on the front
pane. Oh.
It's pretty gruesome, isn't it? They must have taken it just as
she was getting into the ambulance.
It's. Horrible.
Till indeed, what are you doing this morning?
See. Why?
Well, I've got an appointment, Sir Graham at 10:00.
At the yard. He phoned me about 20 minutes
ago. They intend to ask Terry Palmer
a few questions. After what happened last night,
it's not surprising. Do you think that Palmer was
responsible for what happened? You mean is Terry Palmer, Mr Van
Dyke? Yes, we shall see.
You can bet your bottom dollar on one thing, though.
Whoever was responsible was under the impression that Missus
Desmond was dead. Otherwise they wouldn't have
left her. Exactly.
You know, Paul, I think that Van Dyke, whoever he is, is mad.
You think he's a criminal lunatic?
Yes, I do. Don't you?
After what happened to Missus Desmond, the Queenie Edwards,
how come I possibly think otherwise?
Van Dyke's cruel, sadistic and utterly ruthless.
But he's not mad, darling. He's the same as we are.
Listen, Steve, there's something I want to ask you.
Yes. I want you to go away for two or
three days into the country. Why?
Well. You want me to go into hiding?
Is that what you? Mean.
No, not exactly. Darling, things are coming to a
head, aren't they? Yes, Steve, they are.
Well, I'm not going. Away.
I wouldn't ask you to do this. I've never asked you before.
We've always been together. But.
Why are you asking me now? And you?
Know what happened to Queenie Edwards and Missus Desmond?
Yes, but I'm staying. I'm not going away.
No, I don't. It's be stupid about this,
darling. Paul dear, I am not going away.
All right, but promise me you'll be on your guard if you get a
message. Check it.
It doesn't matter who it's from, whether it's from me or Sir
Graham or anyone. Check it and double check it.
All right, dear, What happened last night?
Was Missus Desmond able to tell you anything?
She was in a pretty bad state by the time we reached the
hospital. She passed out completely.
One thing she did do though, She cleared up the mystery of Miss
Millicent. I always knew that Miss
Millicent wasn't kidnapped. Excuse me, Sir, but Missus
Shelley like to see you. Good morning, Mr Shelley.
Oh, good morning, Missus Temple. Good morning, Mr Temple, Good
morning. Oh dear.
Have I interrupted? Your breakfast again our very
upsetting I'm so that's all right, Julie, glad to see you
sit down and have some coffee. Awesome.
Tea. Well, may I Coffee, please?
All right. How are you feeling this
morning? Well, I'm all right, really.
Just a little stiff after that terrifying experience when you
were very lucky, Shelley, after what happened to Missus Desmond.
What you mean? Haven't you seen the papers?
Why no? Then read this.
But this is. Appalling, Missus Desmond.
I can hardly believe it. Well, there you are, Shelly.
It says here that you were with her, that you went to the
hospital with her. Yes.
Was she conscious part of the time?
Oh, but this is dreadful. Really dreadful.
Oh, now you know how lucky you are.
Yes, Temple. Do you think the man who
attacked me was the same one who nearly murdered Missus Desmond?
Yes, I do. But why should he attack Missus
Desmond? I understand that.
But why should he go for you? Shelley, That's more to the
point. But what you mean?
But after all, Missus Desmond was mixed up in the medicine
affair. It was her baby that
disappeared. Yes, but I I still don't know
why I went to the Commodore Club last night.
No, Missus Desmond sent me an urgent message asking me to meet
her there. Why?
Because she wanted to tell me the truth about Miss Millicent
and about Van Dyke. And did she?
Unfortunately, she was too. I'll to say much.
I'm afraid she still is. Here's your coffee, Mr. Shen Oh,
thank you, Missus Temple. I'll pass it, darling.
Where did I put my lighter steam?
I think you put it. Oh, Paul, look, how'd you spill
a coffee? Oh.
Paul. Oh, really?
Stupid off. All over, Mr Shannon.
Awfully sorry, Shelley. Really.
Oh, that's. Quite all right.
It's nothing, really. It's nothing.
CC I. Have this napkin.
Look here, you'd better take your jacket.
No. No.
Really. Please.
No, it's nothing. Please don't.
Bother. Please.
Oh, what on earth we're thinking?
I had the coffee in one hand. I was looking.
Look, look, Shelly, do take your jacket off.
I'll have a try in no time. Well, all right.
Did you call Mr Temple? We've had an accident, Charlie,
just to clear this up, will you? OK, Missus T.
Come along, Mr Shelly, we're going to the door.
I'll be with you in a moment. It won't take me long to do
this. What about your coffee, Sir?
Will you take it with your if you had enough?
More than enough. Thank you.
Here's your jacket, Shelly. I think you'll find it all right
now. Oh, you shouldn't have bothered.
I don't think the stain or. Shall No, no, no.
I'm sure it won't. Thanks.
No, no, it's all right. Thank you.
Well, now, I'll tell you what I dropped in about, although I'm
pretty sure that I wouldn't recognise the man again.
The man who attacked me, I mean, there was something that I think
perhaps you ought to know. Well, well, when we were
struggling, I got hold of his wrist.
I think it must have been the left one, the one with the watch
on. Yes.
Well, it may have been my imagination, but I think he was
wearing a bracelet. A bracelet?
Yes, You know, the sort of thing I mean, with an identity disc
attached to it. Oh, what's the matter there?
Nothing else. I'm just thinking, that's all.
Why do you know anyone who wears a bracelet like that?
Missus Temple? Well, well, do you, Steve?
Yes, and so do you, darling. Mr Dosty wears an identity
bracelet. He was wearing it in Paris when
he saw him at the restaurant. Mr Dosty.
But Dost is in Paris. He left last night.
How do you know? Did you see him leave?
No, but he. Just a moment.
Is this Mr Dosty, the millionaire who owns the
Commodore Club and the words with the tail at Marlow?
Yes. Do you know him?
No, No, I've seen him at the House.
Of course. He's a rather thick set, swarthy
individual. Yes, that's right.
You know, that might have been dusty last night.
I never thought of that. But you said the man was about
my build. Yes.
Yeah, yes, I know I did. But what time did the plane
leave? I believe he called the last
plane. Well, there you are.
Oh, you mean that even if he did leave for Paris last night, he
could still have attacked both you and Missus Desmond?
Precisely, Missus Temple. Shirley, I think perhaps you'd
better have a word with Inspector Eden about this.
I have an appointment with Sir Graham at 10:00, so you'd better
come along with me. Well, it's nearly 9:45 now.
Yes, I know. Have you got your car here?
No, I'm afraid I haven't. Well, we can pick a cab up at
the end of the road. I don't know what time I should
be back, Steve, but don't forget what I told you.
Hi, Sean. Well, goodbye, Missus Temple.
I'm so sorry if I made a nuisance.
Of Oh no you haven't. Well, I hope I shall see you
again sometime. I hope so.
Next time you drop in, bring your oil skin.
I take it then, temple, that Missus Desmond saw you drive up
to the Commodore and decided to wait for you in the car?
Yes, Sir Graham, she may have thought that Van Dyke was
watching her and that my car was a safe hiding place in case you
couldn't very well miss you if she waited in the car.
Exactly. You know, that's fine.
Mr dragged her out of the car and into the muse.
Have you questioned her yet? I've just had a message from the
hospital temple. This is Desmond's dead.
Oh. I'm sorry, does Palmer know?
Yes, I told Eden to break the news to him.
So Miss Millicent kidnapped the child.
Yes, as soon as the baby disappeared, Missus Desmond flew
into a panic and went to the police.
Go on, Temple. Well, Miss Millicent got
frightened by all the publicity and told Queenie that she
intended to return the child. Then Queenie had a brain wave.
She told Miss Medicine that before returning the child,
they'd get their own back by throwing suspicion onto Terry
Palmer. Yeah, but how could Queen
Edwards throw suspicion onto Palmer?
Well, she was friendly with Bert Walters.
Bert Walters? Yes, the cloakroom attendant at
the Commodore Club. She discovered that Palmer was a
member of the Commodore, and she persuaded Walters to take the
attache case containing the doll.
She got a cloakroom ticket from Walters, which she intended to
send to the police. In turn, Walters promised that
when the case was claimed, he throws suspicion onto Palmer.
Look here. This is news to me about Burt
Walters. We've had him here at the Yard.
We've questioned him half a dozen times.
Yes, I know you have, Inspector. You scared the pants or the poor
Little Chef? When did you see him?
Temple yesterday morning. Surprising what a nice cigar and
a cup of tea will do, yes? Well, go on Temple.
Well, Queenie was playing her cards very nicely, and then
suddenly Van Dyke played an ace. How do you mean?
He found Miss Millicent and the baby.
That's why Queenie, it was went down to Marlow.
Van Dyke sent for her, and he made her a proposition.
He said she either had to work for him or he'd informed the
police that she'd been responsible for the
disappearance of the baby. Now Queenie was frightened.
She didn't know what to do. She told Van Dyke that she'd
consider the proposition. Later that night, she reached a
decision, as you know. She arranged to meet you at
Paddington and sent you the programme.
Ticket. Yes, but Van Dyke or someone
else must have overheard our conversation because, well, I
don't even know what happened to Queenie.
McCall could have overheard that conversation.
The phone call was made from the words with yes.
Temple, I don't dispute what you've told us, but as a matter
of fact, it seems to make sense. But but what?
Well, it means we can cross a Teddy Palmer off the list,
doesn't it? Obviously Palmer isn't Van Dyke
otherwise. I don't agree, Inspector.
Palmer may well be Van Dyke. Don't forget it was Van Dyke who
discovered Miss Millicent and the baby.
It seems to me that Palmer was in a better position than anyone
else for tracking down this Millicent.
That's very true, Sir Graham. Yes, I suppose it is.
Have you picked up Palmer? Yes, he's in a pretty bad way,
I'm afraid. Miss Desmond affair last night
has certainly shaken him. We'll have Palmer in here.
Temple wouldn't have a word with him.
Bring Mr Palmer in here, Sergeant.
Very good, Sir. What do you make of Roger
Shelley Temple? Now?
It seems to me he's not quite so naive as he makes himself out to
be. Did he tell you what happened to
him last night? He certainly did do.
You believe that story of his dump?
Yes, I do, Sir. Graham.
Mr Palmer, Sir. Oh yes.
Good morning, Mr Palmer. Good morning, All right,
Sergeant. Thank you.
Will you sit down over there, Mr Palmer?
If you don't mind, I should prefer to stand.
Palmer, we understand that Missus Desmond was a friend of
yours. Married Desmond is a very dear
friend of mine. You know that as well as I do.
Now, what's all this about? Missus Desmond was murdered last
night. It's our job to find out exactly
who murdered her. What do you mean exactly?
Who murdered her? I mean that quite a lot of
people in one way or another have contributed to her death,
but at the present moment we're concerned with the identity of
the actual murderer. Well, I'm sorry I can't help
you. I think you can help.
Us. Now look here.
Let's get this straight. All I know about last night is
what I've read in the newspapers.
I've already counted my movements to Sergeant Written or
Reaper, whatever his name is, and there's nothing more I can
tell you. In other words, you will refuse
to help. Us.
It's just a. Question of refusing.
If you really want to find out who murdered Missus Desmond,
take your behind of that chair and stop asking a lot of fatuous
questions. There's no need to be rude,
Palmer. I'm sorry.
I'm awfully sorry. I shouldn't have said that,
Palmer. Yes.
What happened after I left you last night?
What do you mean, what happened? What did you do?
I I finished typing the article I was writing, had a drink and
they went to bed. I thought you'd finished the
article when I arrived. I didn't like part of it, so I
retyped it. Did you receive any telephone
calls? No.
Missus Desmond didn't call you, but if I didn't receive any
telephone calls, she couldn't have called me, could she?
Pam, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to ask you rather a
personal question. I'm getting used to personal
questions. Go on.
How long have you worn an identity bracelet?
I bought you some tea. Misses Temple.
Where should I put the tray? Misses Temple.
Beryl's got the. Afternoon off, Do you think I
could pop out for an hour or so? I'll be back before dinner.
Everything's ready. All right, Charlie, but don't be
later than six, will you? OK, Well, it's all right.
You'll get off. I'll answer it.
Thanks. Missus Temple.
Good afternoon. Could I see Mr Temple, please?
Oh, I'm sorry. He isn't in at the moment.
Oh, have you any idea when he'll be back?
Well, is it Missus Temple? Yes.
Oh, I'm Mary in favour. Missus Temple.
Oh, good afternoon, Miss Faber. I'm sorry, but my husband won't
be back until about 5:00. Yeah.
Hot. A nuisance.
And I've come all the way from Chelsea.
I suppose I ought to telephone. Really.
It was stupid of me. Well, it's almost 4:30 if you
get a. Wait, May I?
That's very kind of you. Do come in.
Thank you. Sit down, won't you?
Thank you. Would you like some tea?
Oh, really? I've feel I'm putting you to a
lot of trouble. No, not at all.
It's here. I was just going to have some
myself. Well, thank you.
I'd love a cup. What a charming room.
It is. Rather nice, isn't it?
Oh, I say that's delightful. It's French, isn't it?
Yes. It's by Francois Row.
Francois Row? This is not very well known, I'm
afraid. Oh, but it's charming.
Did you buy it over here? Yes, we bought from a little
shop in German street. Do you take milk?
Yes, please. Will you help yourself to sugar?
Yeah. What is it you wanted to see my
husband about? Well, I don't know whether he
told you what happened the other night when he came to my
bungalow. Yes, as a matter of fact, he
did. Well, I'm afraid I I was very
rude to him and rather stupid into the bargain.
Stupid about what? Well, just as Mr Temple was
leaving, he noticed a photograph.
Would you excuse me? Hello.
Could I speak to Doctor Wilbur please?
I'm sorry, I'm afraid you got the wrong number.
Isn't. That Doctor Wilbur, it was
House. No.
Aren't you my 5101? No, I'm afraid not.
Oh dear. I'm very sorry.
So sorry to have troubled you. That's all right.
Wrong number. What were you saying, Miss Fava?
I was saying just as your husband was leaving, he noticed
a photograph of Terry Palmer. Oh, yes, I understand.
He's a friend of yours. Yes, but we don't see a great
deal of each other. No.
Well, it occurred to me after Mr
Temple had left that I might have given the impression that I
was trying to throw suspicion on to Terry.
Suspicion. Yes.
You see, your husband questioned me about a letter or stupid
letter I sent to Roger Shelley. It was written exactly as Miss
Millicent would write it, and Mr Temple was anxious to know how I
was able to copy Miss Millicent's hand.
Oh, yes. I remember you told Paul that
someone gave you a sample of Miss Millicent's writing.
You refused to tell him who it was?
Yes. Now you're worried in case he's
jumped to the conclusion that it was Terry Palmer.
Well, I don't want him to think that I was trying to throw a
suspicion onto Terry. You know, Miss Faber, if you
take my advice. Yes, wretched folks.
Hello, Steve. Hello, Paul.
Look, Steve, I doubt whether I should be home much before 6:00,
so I was wondering. If you Paul, Miss Faber's here,
she's waiting to see you. Miss Faber?
Yes. How long will she be?
There about 5 minutes what? Does she want Steve?
Do you know? No.
All right, I'll be home in 20 minutes.
Just a second, darling. I think you'd better have a word
with Miss Faber. It's my husband.
Perhaps you'd like to have a word with him.
Oh, thank you, Mr Temple, Miss. Faber.
I'm afraid I'm making an awful nuisance of myself.
Oh no. No, that's all right.
What can I do for you? Well, I did rather want to have
a talk with you, but if it's at all difficult, no.
That's all right. I'd like to see you.
I'd like to see you very much, Miss Faber.
I'll be with you in about 20 minutes.
Yes, all right. See you later, then.
Goodbye. Thank you, Missus Temple.
Now, where was I? You were just about to give me a
piece of advice. Oh, yes.
I was going to say, if you take my advice, Miss Faber, you'll be
quite candid with my husband and tell him all you know about this
business. I intend to be quite candid with
him. That's why I'm here.
Missus Temple, is there anything the matter?
This tea tastes awfully bitter. Is yours all right?
Yes, I think so. That's funny.
Mine's perfectly all right. Well, perhaps it's my
imagination. Missus Temple, do you mind if I
ask you a very frank question? No.
What does your husband think of me as an artist?
No, I don't mean as an artist. I mean well, does he think I'm
mixed up in this Van Dyke affair?
Are you? No.
I told him I'd never heard of Van Dyke until he mentioned the
name. I think Paul believes that it
was Van Dyke who gave you the Miss Millicent letter.
It was Van Dyke who told you to write to Shelley.
Believe me, after what happened last night, if I knew the
identity of Van Dyke, I should go straight to Scotland Yard
last night. Yes.
The murder. Miss Mary Desmond.
So you think Missus Desmond was murdered by Van Dyke?
Well, don't you? It seems perfectly obvious to me
that the same person who murdered.
Who murdered that? What is it?
I don't know. I suddenly felt dizzy.
Would you like some Brandy? No.
I should be all right. I shouldn't feel like this.
I Oh, oh, dear. I shouldn't try to stab Miss
Faber, but I shouldn't feel like this.
This is stupid. I can't move.
What's the matter with me? Don't you know?
What do you mean? You didn't come here to talk to
Paul about what happened at night at the bungalow.
You came because Van Dyke sent you.
You came here because Van Dyke told you to kidnap me.
What have you done? I haven't done anything.
You've done it yourself. I think I didn't know that wrong
number was a trick. You put something into my tea
while I was answering the phone, didn't you?
But you drank it. You said the tea was bitter.
I wanted you to think that the tea was bitter.
I wanted you to think that everything was going according
to plan. Your plan, Miss Faber?
What do you mean? Why do you think I asked you to
speak to my husband? I don't know.
Don't you? No.
You're not very bright. While you were on the phone, I
changed your cup for mine. That was the 7th episode of the
Francis Durbridge serial Paul Temple and the Van Dyke Affair,
with Peter Cook as Paul Temple and Marjorie Westbury as Steve.
Sir Graham Forbes was played by Richard Williams, Terry Palmer
by Peter Wilde, Roger Shelley by Richard Handel and Marion Faber
by Betty Hardy. Production for the BBC was by
Martin C Webster. Tomorrow we'll find out the
whole story as Steve throws another of her little parties to
flush out the perpetrators. We present Peter Cook and
Marjorie Westbury in ABBC production of the Francis
Derbridge serial Paul Temple and the Van Dyke Affair, the final
episode presenting Mr Van Dyke. Oh my head.
She's coming round. Yes, my head.
What happened? Drink this, Miss Faber.
What happened? Drink this.
No, no. What is it?
It's all right, really. It's all right, Miss Faber, It
won't do you any harm. What are you going to do with
me? How long have you been working
for Van Dyke? Answer me.
About six months. How did it all start?
You take drugs. No, he had some letters of mine.
He started to blackmail me. At first it was just money, but
later he he made me work for him.
I. See.
Tell me, what were you going to do if my wife had fallen for
this little check of yours? Van Dyke told me to telephone
him. We should have taken it away.
I think he intended to hold with his temple as a sort of hostage,
yes. Miss Faber, I don't think you
realise it, but you're a very lucky woman.
Why do you say that? Because I'm going to let you
walk out of here, I'm going to say nothing to the police about
all this. Why?
Well, I want you to do something for me.
What? I want you to write a letter,
Miss Faber. I'm sorry if my phone call got
you out of bed. No, no, I've been up for some
little time. Cigarette.
Oh, thank you. I'll sit down.
Right, thank you. Well, when did you get back from
Paris? I didn't go to Paris after all.
Well, what made you change your mind?
Well, I was terribly distressed about Vanessa and my doctor
advised me not to make the journey.
I see. I've got some very good friends
in Paris, so everything's being taken care of.
Where have you been staying? Down at Mala?
No, at the flat. Were you in town the night
before last? The night Missus Desmond was
murdered. Yes, I was.
That must have been a shocking business.
I heard all about it from a call trustee.
Tell me, how well do you know Roger Shelley?
Shelley, You mean the willowy young man with a cottage near
Marlow? That's right.
I don't know him, at least not to speak to.
Why do you ask? Well, apparently the night that
Mrs Desmond was murdered, someone also attacked Roger
Shelley. Really.
It appears the assailant was about your build.
And one identity bracelet. I see You wear one, Rusty.
I've always worn this. It belonged to my mother.
It's not an identity bracelet. I see, my dear chap, why should
I attack Roger Shelley? I've told you I don't know the
fellow. Besides, I can assure you I'm
not the sort of person that goes around attacking people whether
I know them or not. I'm quite prepared to accept
your word, Rusty, but of course I'm not Scotland Yard.
Are you suggesting that Scotland Yard think I attacked Shelley?
I barely said I'm not Scotland Yard.
Now look here, Temple, let's get this straight.
You know as well as I do that if anyone did attack Shelley, then
12:50 is the same person who murdered Missus Desmond.
If anyone did attack Shelley, do you doubt his word then?
Frankly, yes. You hardly know the man, and yet
you doubt his word. What is it you wanted to see me
about? Oh, yes, Trustee.
I'm going to ask you to do something for me, and I'm afraid
you'll find it rather an unusual request.
Well, I've got a piece of paper here with some names and
addresses on it. I want you to make a careful
note of them. Here it is.
Marion Favour. Roger Shelley, Bill McCall, Sir
Graham Forbes. What?
What's the point of this? Well, I want you to give a
party, Rusty. A party?
Yes. When?
Tomorrow night at your flat, 8:00.
You want me to invite these people to my flat tomorrow
night? That's right, Temple.
It is only 48 hours since my wife died.
Yes, I know that, Rusty. And believe me, I wouldn't ask
you to do this if it wasn't absolutely vital.
Well, all right. Tomorrow night, my flat, 8:00.
Thank you. But for the life of me, I don't
see the point, old man. You're not supposed to.
You're just supposed to give the party.
Hello. The Terry Palmer.
Yes. Who is that temple here?
Oh. What do you want?
Oh, just have a word with you. You seem to spend your entire
life having words with me. We spent an hour together this
morning at Scotland Yard. Surely that was about to be
going on with Yes. I'm afraid I'm making a nuisance
of myself, but what is it this time?
Well, I'd like to see you tomorrow night, if possible.
Tomorrow night? Yes. 8:00 at your flat, if
that's convenient. Yes.
All right. I'll be here.
Good. I look forward to seeing you.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
Ah, Charlie. Sorry I'm late.
I had a bit of a job finding a taxi.
Well, what happened? Did you deliver it?
Yes, just as I said. Yes, just as you said.
I pushed it under the door. Yes.
All right, Charlie. Paul.
Telephone. Yes, it's all right.
I'll answer it. Hello.
A temple? Yes.
Terry. Palmer here.
Oh, I was just leaving for your place.
Palmer. A temple.
I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to put you off.
Oh, Oh, dear. What a nuisance.
I'm sorry, but I've been out all day.
When I got back, there was a message for me.
But we're looking at. Can't we make it some other
time? Tomorrow morning, perhaps?
Yes. Yes.
All right. Tomorrow morning. 12:00.
Fine. Right.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
Well, Are you ready now, Mr Temple?
Yes, Steve, I'm ready now. Won't you have one of these
biscuits, Miss Faber? No, thank you.
Well, have an olive. No, thank you.
Gee, you must have something. Do you mind if?
I have a biscuits. No, of course not.
Help yourself shall. I They really are quite
delicious. You don't know what you're
missing, Marian. Would you like another drink?
So, Graham. No, thank you.
May I have another martini, Justin?
Yes, of course, Bill. Yeah, another martini for Mr
Temple. Coming up, Thank.
You now what can I get you, Mrs Temple?
I'm fine, thank you. I was just admiring your window,
Mr Doster. I don't think I've ever seen
such an attractive window. Yes.
Most people seem to. Oh, will you excuse me, please?
That's the door. Yes, of course.
Good evening, Rusty. Well, I understand you finally.
What is this? What's happening here?
Right. Hello.
Palmer Temple. Right.
Timothy. It's a small world.
Come in. Come in, darling.
It's Terry Palmer. Hello, Mr Palmer, Sir Graham.
Good evening, Palmer. Hello, Terry.
Melon, what are you doing here? Well, if it comes to that, what
are you doing here? But I I was asked to come, I got
a note. We were all.
Asked to come, otherwise we shouldn't be here.
Look here Temple, don't you think you always an explanation?
Me. But this is Mr Dusty's party.
Oh look, let's get this straightened out.
You're responsible for us all being here this evening.
You're the guy behind the so-called party, not Mr Drusty.
Now what's it all about? I'll tell you, McCall, the other
night I had a very interesting talk with Mary Desmond.
She told me the truth about Miss Millicent, about the
disappearance of the baby and about Queenie Edwards.
Go on. Missus Desmond worked for a man
called Van Dyke, who is the English head of a drug smuggling
ring which was controlled by Charles Marie.
He had a shop in Paris and Van Dyke used to send people over
there to contact Mary and smuggle the drugs back to
London. To establish that identity with
Mary, people used to carry a special pair of gloves.
Inside each was a small tab bearing Mary's name.
Immediately Mary saw this tab, he knew that he was dealing with
an agent from London, one of Van Dyke's people.
I see. But Mr Temple, tell me, how did
that character, the wolf, fit into the picture?
Did he work for Van Dyke? A wolf?
You mean the guy that was murdered down at the word wolf?
Yes, the wolf was one of Mary's men.
He came over here to see Van Dyke.
He'd never actually met him before.
The receipt which we found on him took the place of a pair of
gloves as a means of identification.
Oh, so that's why those gloves and Missus Desmond's didn't.
Fit. Yes.
They've been sent to her by Van Dyke.
The size was unimportant. Yes, but look here.
Temple. This man to Wolf was murdered.
Why? I think it's obvious why he was
murdered. He came over not only to contact
Van Dyke, but to find out exactly what he was up to.
Mary was beginning to suspect that Van Dyke was getting a
little tired of playing second fellow.
In fact, he was getting two big free shoes.
But look here, Temple, my wife had a pair of those gloves.
You remarked on them yourself. So.
So what? Where are you suggesting that
Vanessa was an agent of Van Dyke?
'S You know perfectly well that she was.
Otherwise, why did you go to Paris?
I told you why my wife was having enough hair with Mary and
I followed. Her Your wife was a drug addict.
It's my guess that she was being blackmailed by Van Dyke.
Isn't that right? Well.
Yes, I was a fool. I would have told you this
before. Vanessa did take drugs.
There was nothing I could do about it.
I tried to stop her, but it was no use.
Then one day she told me that Van Dyke was blackmailing her.
Although I've never actually met Van Dyke, he sent a message to
me asking me to finish it. Terry, if you say one word more,
just tell Paul. You've got a gun, lookout.
Stand back. Stand back to you.
Here. Drop that gun, Palmer.
Drop it. Don't be a fool.
Palmer, I warn you, Dusty, if you open your mouth, just one
small fire. If you think you can intimidate
me, my friend, you're wrong. Get hold of him.
A call. Terry, don't fire.
Get out of the way. Marion.
Terry, please. I didn't mean it.
Look out Palmer's going for the window.
Stop him, Shelly. Now don't be.
Look out, Palmer. Here's an empty case.
Sir. No, I'll go further down if you
don't mind. There isn't much time, Sir.
How about this one, Sir? No, I'd rather guess.
Yes, that's all right. Put it in the non-smoker.
Oh, very good, Sir. It's all right, I'll see to it
now. Here are.
Oh, thank you, Sir. Excuse me, is it why?
Hello, McCall. Hi.
Hello, Temple. You're just in time.
What are you doing here? I'm going down to Maidenhead for
two or three days. Sir Graham's taken a house down
there. Where are you off to?
I'm going down a model for the day to the Wedgeworths.
I still got to keep my eye on things, you know?
Let's expect you have lucky to get a corner seat.
I've just been reading about last night.
Temple Palmer was killed instantly.
Yes, and the papers have certainly gone to town on it,
haven't they? By the way, McCall is justy on
the train. Justy.
Why no? Why do you ask?
So I thought I saw him, that's all.
Oh well, we're on our way. May I come in?
Oh, hello, Mr Temple. I didn't know you were on the
train. I thought I spotted you.
Shelley on the platform. Is this seat taken?
No. Oh, I'm so glad to see you.
I think train journeys at the end.
Isn't Missus Temple with you? No, I'm travelling alone.
Incidentally, Mccall's on the train.
Did you know McCall? Yes.
Are you sure? I've just been talking to him.
Oh, is he alone? Well, he says he is.
Well, what you mean? Well, I could have sworn I
caught a glimpse of Trusty. Oh well, if.
Trusty was on the train. He'll be with McCall.
Shirley, I've. I've just been reading about
last night. Yes, it's in all the papers.
What an extraordinary person Palmer must have been.
Yes. I'm glad I bumped into you,
Shelley, because I'd like to tell you a little more about
that Manda Wolf. Dewolf.
Yes. Don't you remember?
You were asking me about him last night?
Oh, yes, yes, of course. Well, Dewolf went down to Marla
to contact Van Dyke. He struck up an apparently
casual acquaintanceship with him in the bar at the Wordsworth,
and Van Dyke invited him out to dinner.
Oh, but I invited Dewolf to dinner, don't you remember?
Yes, I know. Let me finish my story.
Oh, sorry. Van Dyke warned Dewolf that
there was a Scotland Yard man staying at the hotel called
Sergeant Big Bear. The day Dewolf was due to go out
to Van Dyke's he discovered that Digby had left the hotel.
The Wolf phoned Van Dyke and told him this.
He also told him that a Mr and Missus Paul Temple had arrived
gone. When Van Dyke got the phone call
from Dewolf he had a friend with him, another member of the Ring,
a lady called Marian Faber. Miss Faber was a great artist
and, well, quite a girl for practical jokes.
What do you mean? She suggested that the wolf
should impersonate Digby and introduce himself to Mr and
Misses Temple. Go on.
Do you know what the wolf did when he impersonated Digby?
No. He threw suspicion unto you.
Unto me? Yes.
You see, he'd already decided you're a double crosser and he
meant to advise Mary to get rid of you.
Oh, my dear Mr Temple, you're talking absolute nonsense.
You know perfectly well that Terry Palmer was Van Dyke.
Palmer was not Van Dyke. He was Van Dyke's right hand
man. What do you mean?
You're not suggesting that I'm Van Dyke, aren't you, Shelley?
Come on. You've been very convincing.
But suppose we dropped the precious act?
You appear to be very well informed.
I'm glad you think so. However, there are one or two
points on which no doubt you can enlighten me.
For instance, why did you start throwing suspicion onto power?
Surely he was your right hand man.
I had no alternative. Why, Queenie Edwards had already
thrown suspicion onto Palmer by planting the doll at the
Commodore. Also, I had to give Mary an
explanation of the Dewolf murder, so I told him that Terry
Palmer was responsible. From that moment, I was
instructed by Mary to throw suspicion onto Palmer.
But you threw suspicion onto him after Mary was murdered?
Well, of course, the police, to say nothing of a certain Mr
Temple, already had their eye on Palmer.
It was to my advantage that they should continue to suspect him.
I see. And the cafe incident in Paris.
If that little incident had gone according to plan, you wouldn't
be here and the atmosphere would be considerably less oppressive.
However, it didn't, and here you are.
What did you mean to do at the cafe?
Get rid of Missus Drosty and Mary.
To say nothing of my wife and myself, of course.
That was the idea. I got Missus Drosty to arrange
to see Mary at the cafe. Unfortunately, Mary got wise to
what was happening and. Just didn't turn up.
However, he was taken care of by France.
Yes, Louis France was an excellent fellow.
I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to meet him, Temple.
Oh, what a pity he couldn't swim.
Timothy. Steve said you were crazy.
Crazy. Do you know how much money I've
made out of this little setup of mine in the past 18 months?
£37,000 free of tax, surely? Yes.
Tell me, just to satisfy my curiosity, did you murder
Queenie Edwards yourself? Yes.
Friends overheard the telephone conversation she had with you
and I followed her onto the train.
Why do you ask? Because my wife saw Queenie when
they took her off the train at Paddington.
Oh, I see. But you mustn't be sensitive
about these things, you know. Oh, by the way, you might be
interested to see the knife. Oh, I'm glad you are suitably
impressed. Now listen, I'll tell you
precisely what I want you to do when we arrive at Marlow.
I want you. To.
Drop that knife. Rusty.
Drop it, Shelley. OK, Temple, relax.
Sure. I'm glad to see you, McCall.
Pick it up, Bill. Don't worry, I'm picking it up.
Now listen, Rusty, don't be a fool.
I'll make you a proposition. I'll tell you what I'll do.
You already made me one proposition, one too many.
Now stay where you are. Don't move.
All right, Rosie, give me that revolver.
I'll take over. Just a moment, old man.
Isn't Sir Graham on the train? Yes, he is.
Well, don't you think you'd better fetch him?
After all, technically, it's a matter for the police.
We'll look after Mr Shelley. Here we'll look after him,
Temple all. Right, I'll find Sir Graham.
There's no hurry, old man. There's no hurry, Temple.
Don't leave me. Don't leave me with Dusty.
What? What are you going to do, Dusty?
I didn't mean to kill Vanessa. I swear I didn't.
It was an accident. Get up.
What are you going to do to me? Open that door.
Which door? The carriage door.
Open it. But the train's moving.
You know you can't. No.
All right.
Peel open it. Trusty, what are you going to
do? Give me the knife.
Field no, no, listen to me, you little.
Swine, you asked for no. Don't touch me.
Don't trust you. Please, please don't.
Where is he? Well, Shelly.
I'm sorry, Sir Graham, there's. Been an accident.
An accident? What do you mean?
He opened the carriage door and made a jump for it.
There was just nothing we could do about it.
It was unfortunate, most unfortunate.
Most unfortunate crossed. What a wonderful afternoon, so
peaceful I could sit in this punt for hours.
Yes. Well, you're not going to.
Sit there for hours. One of you took a turn.
You're doing very nicely. Steve couldn't do better if I
tried, my dear. Yes, well, you're not trying.
What are you going to do, Temple?
Now this man died. Affairs over.
Oh, take things easy, I suppose. You know me.
There's nothing I'd like better. Yes, and I know you always
promising to take things easy and doing nothing about it.
Holidays cancelled, another crack about taking things easy
and you had it Mr. What do you mean?
What I mean, Oh man. You wouldn't dare who?
Wouldn't die. Are we stopping?
We are only for a moment, gentlemen, while I flex my
muscles. Temple there's there's something
about that Van Dyke affair I don't quite understand.
It's quite a lot I don't understand Lord.
I thought we were going to skip the good old postmortem.
No, no, but seriously, why did Shelly persuade Mary and Faber
to send that note? Which note?
The one that was supposed to have been written by Miss
Millicent. Well, Shelly was very sure of
himself and he made-up his mind to get rid of Mary and take
control of the Paris organisation.
The note served a dual purpose. How do you mean?
Shelley believed that if he produced a threatening note,
apparently written by Miss Millicent, we would jump to the
conclusion that Miss Millicent was in hiding and was actually
Van Dyke. And he knew that once we
discovered the identity of the wolf, we would very quickly.
Catch up with Marie. Exactly.
But when you saw Marie in favour, she admitted that the
note was a practical. Joke, yes, but don't forget it
was Shelley who told us that Marian was an expert forger.
When I went to see Marion, she said precisely what Shelly had
told her to say. She made didn't sound like a
silly young man who deserved to have a practical joke played on
him. And she threw further suspicion
on the farmer with the photograph.
Yes. You see, Steve, once the police
discovered that Miss Millicent was dead and couldn't have
written the note, Shelly was in a spot.
He had to think of some explanation.
Well, if if Shelly didn't receive a threatening note, a
genuine note, I mean, why was he attacked?
Who attacked him? Obviously Ross.
They attacked him. Why, Rasti knew perfectly well
that Van Dyke alias Shelley had been responsible for the death
of his. Wife, I think it was you, Steve,
who first persuaded Sherry that he'd been attacked by Drasti.
You mean when I mentioned the identity brace?
I had a talk with Drasti Temple. It appears the Van Dyke was not
only blackmailing his wife, but was trying to blackmail Drasti
as well. Yes, I guessed as much.
I think he had some scheme that he wanted DRASTI to finance.
He did everything he could to get a hold of a DRASTI.
He even tried to influence McCall.
When he realised the McCall wasn't having any but intended
to play the game by his chief, he got France to plant the
cigarette lighter. In the hope of getting McCall
convicted for the Malay murder. Exactly.
Oh darling, something else. Tell me, why did you spill that
coffee on Shelley? Well, although I suspected that
Shelley was Van Dyke, I was still suspicious of Palmer.
I spilled the coffee on Shelley because I wanted to have a look
in his wallet. I found part of a letter, an
unimportant letter written by Shelley himself.
This was exactly what I wanted. Later I gave it to Mary in Faber
and told her to copy the handwriting.
You told Miss Faber to copy. Yes, I told her to write a
letter to Palmer in Shelley's handwriting.
The letter simply said Drosty has agreed to cooperate.
Meet me at his flat tonight at 8 Van Dyke.
And I don't see the point of that.
Well, I then made an appointment to see Palmer the next evening
at 8:00, but that particular afternoon I made certain that
the letter was delivered to Palmer.
He immediately cancelled our appointment, thus confirming
that he thought the handwriting was Shelley's and that he was
under the impression that he'd received a genuine letter from
Shelley Elias Van Dyke. You knew then that if he turned
up at rosters, Shelley was Van. Dyke precisely well.
I think that was very clever of you, darling.
Very clever. Thank you, Steve.
Well, that's the finish of the Van Dyke Affair, Temple.
Yes. What are you going to do now?
Oh, take things easy, I suppose. You know me.
No, no, no, Steve. Steve, No.
I. Say I want you, Mr Temple, I
want you. In that recording of the eighth
and last episode of Paul Temple and the Van Dyke affair, the
part of Paul Temple. No, Lord, I thought we were
going to skip the good old postmortem.
It was played by Peter Cook, Steve, his wife.
Now, Paul, don't be stupid. I've got to get this plaster off
your arm. It was played by Marjorie
Westbury, Sir Graham Forbes. Well, that's the finish of the
Van Dyke affair. Temple it.
Was played by Richard Williams. Charlie, sorry I'm late.
I had a bit of a job finding a taxi by James Beatty.
Inspector Eden and McCall could have ever heard that
conversation. The phone call came from the
words, but it was played by Frederick Treves.
Philip Drosty. My dear fellow, how nice of you
to come at the moment's notice. I do appreciate it.
Was played by Simon Lack. Bill McCall.
You're the guy behind his so-called party temple, not Mr
Drosty. Played by John Scott, Mary
Desmond. Police will never find Susan.
All they do is ask a lot of silly questions.
Played by June Tobin. Terry Palmer.
Of course I'd be to Paris, but I didn't buy Mrs Desmond a pair of
gloves, if that's what you're thinking.
It was played by Peter Wilde. Louis France.
I knew you would. I told Van Dyke to recognise my
voice. It was played by Ralph Lefevre.
Marion Faber. He started to blackmail me.
At first it was just money, but later he made me work for him.
It was played by Betty Hardy and Roger Shelley.
Elias Van Dyke, my dear Mr Temple, you're talking absolute
nonsense, was played by Richard Herndel.
The technical presentation was by Frederick Bell, assisted by
Gordon Bowen, Patient Sheffield and Biddy Baxter.
The Paul Temple serials are written by Francis Durbridge and
produced by Martin C Webster. I mean, come on, they are the
greatest credits I've ever heard, aren't they?
Tomorrow, Detective Galbraith is given a photograph in which
circles have been drawn around the heads of three people.
The reason why begins another Galbraith adventure in Galbraith
and the Midas Touch at the same time.