[dramatic music] [clock ticking] [hooves clopping] [person knocking] [Mrs. Arryford snoring] [woman gasping] [dramatic music] [Presenter] In late Victorian times, there lived many detectives, "The Rivals of Sherlock Homes."

[dramatic music continues] I'll have it out Saturday night.

I can only give you threepence, love.

[Woman] These are for vittles, Hagar.

Oh, all right, fourpence.

Oh, God bless you, deary.

See you Saturday.

[man singing indistinctly] [people laughing] [Hagar] What do you mean, a will?

[Vark] A will, the will, your uncle's will.

[Hagar] I know nothing about it, nothing.

[Vark] Don't lie to me, you jade.

You've put it somewhere, you've hidden it.

[Hagar] Hidden it?

Why should I?

[Vark] Because you know what's in it, because you're left out of it.

-You calling me a cheat, Vark?

-Mr. Vark, if you don't- Are you calling me a liar and a thief?

You're a Gypsy, Hagar.

You're all thieves and liars.

Now, listen!

If my Uncle Jacob did make a will, I'm saying if he did- He did.

I was his solicitor, wasn't I?

-And I saw him write it here in this room.

-Yeah, but I didn't.

I knew naught about it.

He was a mean old skinflint.

Oh, that's a nice way for his niece to talk on him, barely cold in his grave.

Look, there was no love lost twixt him and me.

No, he took you off the streets, didn't he?

And fed you.

And made me work my fingers to the bone the two months since I been here.

He was mad to take you in.

I told him so, your uncle.

I told him you'd be after his money and his shop.

I know a grasping wretch when I see one.

Oh, so do I, and I'm looking at one now.

I was his friend for 30 years.

Friend?

You knew him for 30 years.

He'd no more friends than you have.

His money's mine now, and the shop.

When you can prove it.

Till then, Vark, since I'm his only living relative, I'm taking care of it, see?

-[people chattering] -[jaunty music] [woman knocking] What's that?

Customer?

This time of night?

Better see them.

I'll open up.

Yes?

You got something to pop, have you?

Something to pawn?

Don't be afraid, my dear, nothing to be afraid of.

It's not bad.

Yours, is it?

Yeah, it's quite nice, I'll give you £5 on it.

[scoffs] Just like your uncle.

Business, £5?

Name and address?

Well, I can't give you the money without.

Well, give us a name and address, then.

No, I'll write it, you just tell me.

What's the matter, you dumb or something?

Oh, that's it, Hagar.

She's dumb.

I'm sorry, love.

Here.

Rose, Battersea.

Is that all?

No surname?

No street?

Shake on it, I always do.

[jaunty music] -Well, she's a funny one.

-Yeah.

Can't talk, eh?

Her husband will be lucky.

I'm out of baccy, Hagar.

I wonder if your uncle had any leftover, as you might say.

Him, baccy, mean as he was?

Well, he'd had a pipe for a time.

I never saw it.

Special occasions.

In them jars, he kept it.

All popped, never redeemed.

Years ago, he said.

-Oh!

-Oh, nice!

Dear me, sorry, Hagar.

[chuckling] What's that?

That's it, the very thing, the will, the one he wrote!

"To my good and loyal friend, Horace William Vark-" "Friend," you see?

"I bequeath all my monies and property, as may be mine upon my decease."

Signed Jacob Percival Becker, signed 12 years ago and witnessed.

-That's a legal document.

-It's not a will.

Any court would accept it.

I'm a solicitor, remember?

"All my monies and properties."

There you are.

Funny you found it like that.

Well, I was looking for some baccy.

Oh, what do you take me for?

You put it there.

Me?

How could I?

You got a key to that door.

You went in and out as you please.

-Oh, so, you doubt my word?

-Yeah.

The word of a gentleman.

And just you look.

Your uncle's ledger, in his own hand.

See the writing?

One week, Hagar, then I want my property.

One week, and out you go.

[train rumbling] [people chattering] [metal clanging] Gosh, strike a light.

[chuckles] -Having a cleanup, are we?

-Blimey, you're sharp.

-Overdue, isn't it?

-About 40 years.

My uncle wouldn't let anyone but himself touch it.

Your uncle, Jacob Becker?

-[vendor shouting] -Yeah, that's right.

Ah.

Well, can I see him?

Not if I was you.

He's dead a week since.

Oh, my condolences, Miss.

Who's running this lot now, then?

-Me.

-You?

Yes, me.

Got something to pop, then, have you?

Detective Sergeant Grubber.

-Oh?

-What does that mean?

Well, I'm a Gypsy, my people have had a lot of trouble from your sort.

Well, not me, Miss.

Your name Becker, too, then?

No, Stanley.

Hagar Stanley.

Well?

I'm looking for a necklace, amber beads, stolen, of course.

Why'd you come here?

Don't worry.

I'm checking up on all the pawn shops.

You're 15th on the list.

That's why I'm sitting down.

[laughs] Yeah, well, if they are brung in- Amber, studded with diamonds?

That's right.

You got them, then?

-[Hagar] Here, I give a fiver for them.

-Who to?

When?

[Hagar] Last night, a young girl.

What sort of a girl?

What age?

Eh?

-I'm not saying no more.

-What?

Oh, leave her be!

You've got the beads.

She was probably starving.

Now, listen, miss, this ain't just theft.

This is murder.

Murder?

A dear old widow lady, too.

Now, this girl?

-About 20, short, thin, I think.

-You think?

I couldn't see.

She kept in the dark.

Oh, did she?

-Well, what class was she?

-Class?

Well, you know, was she well-off, lower orders?

How did she talk?

-She couldn't talk.

-Eh?

-She was dumb.

-Dumb?

Dumb.

Yeah, there's a maid there that's dumb.

Where?

Mrs. Arryford's, her what was done in.

What's her name?

Rose.

Rose.

Yes, that's right.

She wrote it down.

Got her!

Right, well, I want you to come with me, Miss.

-Me?

Why?

-To the house.

I want you to identify Rose.

[man shouting] Could have walked here in half an hour.

Good for that pudge of yours.

What about my feet?

How was the old lady done in?

The beads, strangulation.

Her companion found her, Miss Lyle.

Got some paper, have you?

Rose signed a ticket.

It's back at the shop.

Oh, I want that.

0604237, what's that?

The number of the fiver I give her.

You remember that?

Are you sure?

11435.

That's my number.

It's on that card you showed me.

Well, I'll be... [Grubber exhales] How'd you come to have such a memory?

Very few of my people can read nor write.

Road Gypsy, are you?

Real zingara.

What are you doing here in London, eh?

This area ain't the thing for them roses in your cheeks.

[chuckles] All right, well, ah, I'll get after that fiver, then, not that it's here nor there.

Rose is the guilty party, and no mistake.

How can you be so sure?

The facts, my girl.

The facts is proof.

Yes, those were her beads, her favorites.

She always wore them.

Mr. Arryford gave them to her, you see, when they were first married.

Well, they was pawned at this lady's shop last night.

Your shop?

By whom?

By Rose, sir.

Rose?

Not our Rose.

Oh, no, I can't believe it, not little Rose.

[Grubber] Well, I'd like to have her up for a minute, if you please, sir.

But the poor child- I would like this lady to identify her.

Now, look here, Sergeant, you're not surely suggesting Rose had anything to do with Mrs. Arryford's death.

It's impossible.

[Miss Lyle] She has the sweetest nature.

All the same, I would like her up here, Miss Lyle.

Very well, Sergeant.

[bell ringing] I must remember your shop when I'm pushed for cash.

-Freddy!

-Useful, Aunt.

I have some nice pieces of silver in my chambers.

Call in and see them, anytime.

I only do business at my shop.

By the way, where is it?

In the Waterloo Road.

Waterloo?

Near the station?

About two minutes away.

That's odd.

What's odd, Mr. Jevons?

It's nothing, Freddy.

No, no, of course not.

What, something to do with this matter, is it, Sir?

-No, Sergeant.

-Oh, I think it is, Sir.

I hope you're not trying to conceal nothing.

That's a very serious offense, Mr. Jevons.

Well, it's just that... Well, you tell him, Aunt.

Well, it's a coincidence, that's all.

Oh, I likes coincidences.

Go on, if you please.

Well, Rose went to Waterloo Station last night to collect a parcel.

Oh, she did, did she?

Who for?

For Mrs. Arryford.

She told me about it over tea.

Yes, yes, I heard that.

I was there.

It was just before I left.

[Miss Lyle] The parcel was arriving in the evening, she said.

I told Rose to go when she finished her duties.

And the last time you saw Mrs. Arryford alive was?

At half past 7:00.

I took her tray up.

She only had a light meal in the evenings, you see, her figure.

And after that, you stayed in your room.

The whole evening.

So, it was Rose, was it, has took the tray out again.

And what time would that have been?

Well, I suppose about 8:30.

And what time did Rose go to Waterloo for the parcel?

Just before 9:00.

I saw her from my window upstairs.

Ah-ha.

Well, what's keeping that girl?

Oh, uh.

You know, they'd look rather well on you, Miss.

[Miss Lyle] Freddy!

Sorry, Aunt.

Rose!

Mr. Grubber, you're not seriously accusing young Rose?

Oh, well, the facts speak for themselves, ma'am.

I mean, she was the only one that saw Mrs. Arryford between half past 8:00 and going out.

She was at this lady's shop with them beads an hour later, and you had found the um, the um, unfortunate occurrence before Rose got back.

Ah, she must have coveted them.

Why'd she bring them to me, then?

Well, somewhere safe for the time being.

But Rose was devoted to her mistress, and Mrs. Arryford was kindness itself.

For 14 years, I knew it.

For 14 happy years, we were like sisters.

[sobbing] Rose is gone.

There's no sign of her anywhere.

Well, that does it.

That puts the cap on it.

[people chattering] [vendor shouting] Yes?

You're Rose, Mrs. Arryford's maid?

You brought the beads last night.

Show me your hands.

Go on, show me.

No, hers were softer, smaller, and... Oh, no.

No, it wasn't you.

Miss Lyle was in her room all evening?

And you were down in the kitchen?

She took Mrs. Arryford's tray up?

But you collected it.

Tray.

By the door.

Outside the door?

I see.

Did she often do that?

So, what time did you actually last see her?

Tea time?

What were you doing in the kitchen all evening?

Cleaning the stove.

What?

Oh, filling the coal scuttle.

[chuckles] Eight of them?

That's a noisy job.

Where's Miss Lyle's room?

On the second floor?

So, if someone had come into the house, neither of you would have heard them.

You left at 9:00 for Waterloo?

And you collected the parcel.

Why not?

Do you mean there wasn't a parcel there?

That's odd.

Were you there at the house this morning when me and Mr. Grubber turned up?

Well, why did you run away?

Oh, you heard what he was saying, as if you'd done the murder.

That's all right, you sit down.

Can you write, Rose?

Not even your name?

Try.

Go on.

Well, it's chalk and cheese, isn't it?

I mean, this one could write.

[chuckling] Yeah, but yours isn't so bad.

You wouldn't be long a-learning, really.

Can I write?

Yeah.

What, how did I learn?

Oh, my sherengo, old Will Stanley, head of my tribe.

Do you know he was 97 when he died, and his beard was still black.

[chuckles] We used to sit by the fire every night, him talking.

He knew everything in the world, and he taught it all to me.

[door banging] Hagar?

Hagar?

The name's Miss Stanley.

Ah.

Mine's Freddy.

Got something to pop, have you, Mr. Jevons?

No, I just came to see your funny little shop and you.

-You've seen me already.

-Again.

You're a fascinating young filly.

[chuckles] Well, you're the first gentleman to say so.

Ah, but what does class matter when a girl has your looks, eh?

Even a Gypsy girl.

You quite turn my head, Mr. Jevons.

That's what I mean to do, and it's Freddy.

And how do you know my name?

I asked about.

When I want something, nothing will stop me.

[both chuckling] Oh, got a customer, I see.

I'll be back.

-You know him, do you?

-Hmm?

That man that just come in?

Oh, good heavens, no.

I'm sure his nails are filthy, let alone his manners.

[laughs] You are a one, aren't you, Freddy?

I'll bet you're turning girls' heads all the time.

Ah, but none as pretty as yours, Hagar.

I bet you're good to them, too.

Bet you buy them lovely things, furs and jewels and things.

Anything they choose.

What would you like me to buy you?

Oh, I'd have to think.

Do.

Then tell me this evening.

-You don't really mean it.

-I do.

I do.

I was never so serious in my whole life.

Do you know the Café des Artistes?

Oh, I never been to any of them posh places.

Well, it's time you did.

Meet me there tonight at, say uh- Oh.

Oh, evening, sir.

This place is [coughs] far too busy.

Oh, no, no, don't mind me, sir.

I'll just have a look around.

[chuckles] I'm a bit of a connoisseur myself.

[chuckles] I'll see you at the café, 8:00 tonight.

Do you really think we ought to?

-Why ever not?

-Mrs. Arryford doted on you.

You must have charmed her around your little finger.

And you want to go out for a jolly evening?

Well?

She's only just dead.

But we're alive, my treasure.

See you tonight, 8:00.

Well, Mr. Grubber, found Rose yet, have you?

Oh, it's all in hand.

She can't get far.

[chuckles] Talk about granny's attic.

I could lose myself here for days.

What did he want?

Personal business.

What do you want?

-Oh, just a quick word.

-I'm listening.

Oh, not here, customers might come in here.

What's that?

-It's my back room.

-Well, that'll do.

-No, it's private.

-Oh, got visitors, have you?

-No.

-Well, then- Keep out.

Oh, [chuckles] ah, well, that ticket you was on about- Oh, the ticket.

-The one that Rose signed.

-Yes.

Ah, likely she'll come back for them beads -in a day or two.

-Think so?

Oh, they can't usually keep their hands off the goods.

I've put a constable on the corner.

All you have to do is shout.

Oh, thanks.

Where is it?

What do you want it for, anyway?

Evidence.

Ain't you got enough?

Oh, it all helps, all nails in Rose's coffin.

Yeah, that's what it is, too.

They'll string her up, won't they?

Well, that's the best thing for murderers, isn't it?

Are you agin' it?

Me, one of my people?

There's none like us that stakes an eye for an eye, as long as it's not the wrong eye.

What does that mean?

You got doubts about Rose?

-Haven't you?

-Not a glimmer.

She had the motive.

What motive?

The beads?

Is that all?

Now, listen, miss, you don't question me.

Now, look, Miss Stanley, in my job, we learn to put all the little pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle.

And then we get the whole picture, do you see?

And after I talked to Mr. Jevons last night- He was there at the house?

-Yeah, he got there after me.

-I see.

Go on.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Well, I did manage to winkle out of him that things wasn't too good between Mrs. Arryford and Rose.

As a matter of fact, the girl was due to get her notice.

-Why?

-Insubordination.

So, there you are, she had the motive and the opportunity, and now she's skedaddled.

Now, what more do you want?

The right feelings.

Feelings?

Now, where do you get them?

Who from?

[objects clattering] Hello, hello.

Well, I never.

Evening, Sergeant.

Why, as I live and breathe, it's Mr. Vark.

You know him, do you?

Know him?

Oh, yeah, I know him.

Professionally, as you might say.

[chuckles] What are you doing here, Mr. Vark?

I popped in for the ledger.

I looked after Jacob's accounts, you know that, Sergeant.

Oh, well, it sounds legal, for once.

How's business otherwise?

How do you mean, Sergeant?

I means all the hanky-panky.

He's very useful to me, Mr. Vark is.

Any swindlers, forgers, usurers I happens to want to have a word with, he usually knows them.

Don't you, Mr. Vark?

Well, well, well, fancy meeting you here.

Oh, um, when you find that ticket, you'll let me have it, won't you, Hagar?

[door slams] I don't like his attitude.

I'll take him to court one of these days for slander.

What exactly do you want, Vark?

Now, now, now, Miss Hagar, not so peppery.

Not with your benefactor.

You?

I've been having a little think.

You want to keep the shop, keep it.

You want to enjoy your uncle's money, enjoy it.

Come on, get to the point.

I will, I will.

You're a fine young woman, Hagar.

And I'm a man like any other, one as likes his little comforts, nice a man of passions, too.

I want you for my wife.

What?

Share my name, Hagar, and you can share your uncle's possessions, what do you say, my dear?

Out!

That's what I say, out!

I'd rather marry a jellyfish.

Right, Hagar.

We'll see.

Rose?

Rose?

Oh, thank God you are there.

Come on down.

It's all right now.

Sharp of you to nip up there.

You heard him coming, did you?

Hey, what's the matter?

Grubber?

Now, look, you're not to worry about him.

I know you didn't do it, and that old rhino's gonna know it, too.

Till then, you're gonna stay here.

You're not to worry.

You'll leave all the rest to me.

[door slams] So, that's it, eh?

I heard all that, every word.

So, a fugitive from justice, eh?

Now, listen to me, Vark- No, you just listen to me.

I'm a reasonable man, Hagar, and a tenderhearted one, too.

I don't want to go to Mr. Grubber.

I don't want to tell him about this girl or your conspiring to divert the right and proper course of the law, and I won't, if, you'll be my wife.

-[patrons chattering] -[jaunty music] I never met a girl like you before, Hagar.

-[Hagar chuckles] -Never.

You're a real plum.

And they tell me Gypsy girls are spicier than any other sort, eh?

[both laughing] -Waiter!

-[both laughing] -Waiter!

-Sir?

-Menu.

-Sir.

Let's order, eh, and eat.

I've booked a room, you know, all to ourselves.

Doesn't that cost a lot of money, Freddy?

Oh, what's money?

Bits of metal, pieces of paper, and look what you get.

-Pretty girl, -[Hagar laughs] good food, grand living, [chuckles] and the gee-gees.

Never worry about money.

I can always borrow some.

What happens when it runs out?

-Borrow some more.

-[both chuckling] Where from?

Ah, I've got connections.

What, you mean like that man that come in the shop this afternoon, who lends money to me?

-Vark, you mean?

-That's right.

Vark.

So, you do know him?

Never met him in my life before.

[chuckles] But you know his name, don't you?

You told me this afternoon.

Ah, Charlie, another bottle of champagne, please.

-Yes, sir.

-Thank you.

See, I don't have to worry about damn moneylenders anymore, Hagar.

I'm rich now.

[Hagar chuckling] Rich.

Fritz!

Emmy!

Come and meet Hagar.

Hagar.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you.

Plays the violin at the Tivoli, Fritz does.

Hey, Freddy, how are you so rich all of a sudden?

Ah.

Is it Mrs. Arryford's money?

[both chuckle] Why did Rose kill her?

Rose?

Ah.

Was she after the money?

Mm, yes.

Yes, it's left to me.

It is my money.

Well, when?

-Oh, years ago.

-Mm.

See, Rose tried to get the old girl -to change her mind, you see?

-Mm-hmm.

-But the old girl wouldn't- -Here we are, sir.

So Rose did her in, see?

Thank you, Charlie.

Just have one drink.

That's very kind of you, Mr. Freddy.

Thank you, sir.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

[both chuckle] Kitty!

Come on and have a drink.

Come along.

-Come and meet- -Who's she?

This is my friend, Hagar.

This is Kitty.

She's a dancer.

How do you do?

You were seeing me this evening, for dinner, you said.

I did?

When?

Last night.

Now, look here, you don't own me.

Don't want to.

You keep him.

Oh, come and have another drink.

Don't worry, Freddy.

Ow!

What do you want with me?

How much he give you, Kitty?

-Eh?

-For pretending to be Rose- -Who's Rose, anyway?

-For pawning the beads.

Where's that fiver I give you?

-What fiver?

-Did you keep it?

You're off your head, you.

Look, Kitty, I know it was you.

I know it was by your hand.

-My hand?

-You've got a scar on your right hand.

I felt it last night, and I felt it just now.

Show me.

Come on.

Show me.

Go on, Kitty.

Tell me everything that happened.

Was it Freddy who did it?

-Did what?

-Or was it you?

Did he put you up to it?

Yes, of course, you both wanted the money.

He gave you the key to the house, you went there, did the murder, took the beads- Murder?

What murder?

He said nothing about no murder.

Who didn't?

Freddy?

No, Mr. Vark.

[dramatic music] It was Vark?

Never on your life.

Kitty said so.

Oh, people will say anything.

I daresay as our Vark has fixed Mr. Jevons up with cash, but what of it?

Why, Sergeant Finch here has lent me a few bob in his time.

Do you want me to charge him, too?

[chuckles] Now, listen, Miss Stanley.

[door slams] I know Vark.

He's got about as much guts as a sick rabbit.

He'd run a mile from murder, I can tell you that.

So, you're just gonna sit there and do nothing, then?

Not when I get my hands on Rose, I won't.

I've told you it wasn't Rose.

It was Kitty with the beads dressed up as Rose.

Oh, yeah, they look alike, do they?

No, they don't, but she'd a shawl over her head, and I told you she kept in the dark.

How do you know that it wasn't Rose?

I keep telling you, because of the hands.

Oh, yeah, the hands, of course!

Let's not forget the hands!

And the stars, I suppose, and your crystal ball and your frogs a-stewing in your pot, and your, and your feelings, and all that flummery!

Listen, this is a police station, Miss Stanley, not a tent on Brighton Pier.

You'll be saying next as how it was Mr. Jevons -what did the murder.

-I am, it's what I am saying.

-What?

-Or he might.

He's up to his ears in debt, and he needed Mrs. Arryford's money.

Here, you lost a screw, you have.

A whole bag full of screws you've lost.

Look, he either did it, or he knows who did it.

He helped arrange it all, I know that.

How do you know?

My feelings, you great bonzo!

Now, he arranged for Rose to go to Waterloo.

No, Mrs. Arryford sent her.

No, Freddy told Miss Lyle to send her.

Oh, Miss Lyle, I suppose she's an accomplice as well, is she?

She'd do anything he wants.

He wanted Rose near my shop so he could put the blame on her.

She went to collect a parcel.

There wasn't a parcel there for her to collect.

No parcel?

How do you know?

Who told you?

And don't you tell me it's your feelings.

-It is.

-Oh, no, it ain't.

There's only one person who would know a thing like that, and that's Rose.

She told you.

-You've seen her!

-Never.

You've seen her!

It's collusion, that's what it is.

You and her are in this together.

Oh, don't be so daft.

Now, how much do you know, Miss Stanley?

I know Rose didn't murder Mrs. Arryford.

You've only got to talk to her.

And you have talked to her, haven't you?

-You have seen her?

-Yes, I have.

-When?

-Never you mind.

You're trying to pervert the course of justice.

-You know that, don't you?

-I'm trying to put it straight.

I could lock you up for this.

Oh, that would be a great help!

Look, I think I can prove that Freddy sent Kitty with the beads.

-Prove it?

-If you'll let me, if you'll stop being a stubborn old goat and help.

All it needs is one little dodge, that's all.

I do not do dodges!

I conducts investigations!

What was the café you went to with Freddy?

Café des Artistes.

Why?

Well, that's where the fiver was cashed, and it was him who cashed it.

What dodge?

[people chattering] Hagar, I'm here!

Hagar?

[Kitty] Freddy.

Kitty!

But you can't come here, Hagar might see you.

What, do you want them to find out?

Find out what, Mr. Jevons?

Rose!

But you spoke.

No, I did.

And why mustn't Kitty come here?

Unwise of her, on account of her previous visit, when she come here to pawn the beads.

Beads?

But, but that was Rose.

Rose was it?

Rose, was it, give you the £5 note which you cashed at the Café des Artistes?

Rose did that, did she, sir?

Now, look here, Sergeant, I don't know what this is all about.

I just had a message to come and visit Hagar.

Ah, yes, sir, well, that was just a little dodge of mine, sir.

Now, I suggest that our next stop is at the police station.

Me?

But why?

I'd like you to make a statement, sir.

Well, what about?

What have I done?

Well, I think it was you what murdered Mrs. Arryford, sir.

No.

I didn't.

Well, all you got to do is to prove it, isn't it?

Now, we're not gonna need these, are we, sir?

I'm damned if I shall!

You deny the facts, Mr. Jevons?

What about the girlfriend, Kitty, and the beads, and the £5 note, not to mention Mr. Vark?

Now, where does he fit in?

Vark?

I, I don't know him!

Oh, yes, you do, Mr. Jevons.

I think you do.

Did he say that?

Not yet, but he soon will.

It was you, wasn't it, who arranged that Rose should go to Waterloo that night, and made sure that your aunt -stayed up in her room all evening.

-No.

Then you slipped back to the house and waited for Rose to leave.

No!

Then you made your way in, you strangled the old lady, and you took the beads.

I didn't, I swear!

I swear I didn't kill Mrs. Arryford!

Then if you didn't, who did, sir?

I, I, I don't know.

But it wasn't me!

Well, the facts say otherwise, sir.

Now, come along.

Hagar, Hagar, help me.

On the contrary, my dear, I'm very glad to see you.

At such a dreadful time, one is glad to see anyone.

And I'm so grateful to you for your help over the beads.

[clock ticking] I still find it hard to believe that little Rose could do such a hideous thing.

When I came down to this room that night, just before 10:00 as I always do, and found... [sighs] Sweet, gentle child, I always thought.

Is there no hope that Sergeant Grubber hasn't made a dreadful mistake?

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

It wasn't Rose has murdered Mrs. Arryford.

It was Mr. Jevons.

Freddy, my nephew?

No, Miss Lyle, your son.

[Miss Lyle Gasps] Your son, Freddy.

That is a disgraceful thing to say.

Why?

Are you ashamed of him?

You're insulting me.

You know that I'm unmarried.

But he is your son, isn't he, Miss Lyle?

Leave this house.

I will not talk to you.

Miss Lyle, Freddy has been arrested for the murder of Mrs. Arryford, and he'll hang.

[people chattering] Rose!

Oh, this is grand!

Oh, it's just how I wanted it.

[Hagar laughs] Here, Rose, why don't you stay on here and work with me?

I need some help.

We'll make this the grandest pawn shop in London.

Glad to hear it, Hagar.

I knew you'd see sense, my dear.

I knew you'd be staying.

I'll be a good husband, Hagar.

I hope you will.

Who are you marrying?

Eh?

Why, you, of course.

Me?

One of my race hash up with a moth-eaten old ragbag like you?

If you want this shop, you've got no choice, and that girl, too, I'll go to the police.

And I'll come with you.

There's a few things I'd like to tell them, too, about some talcum powder, for instance.

-Some what?

-Talcum powder, you know, that stuff you got from the chemist.

-Me?

-Then slipped in here when I was out and put my uncle's will in that jar.

I did what?

Oh, don't tell me you've forgotten already.

Then you put the jar back on the shelf, smothered it in talc so that it'd look as if it had never been touched, so it looked like dust.

Never.

But dust is different, Vark.

Try feeling it sometime.

Try tasting it.

Then there's that snuff you use.

Snuff?

I never do.

-You don't?

-Filthy habit.

Ah, come in, Sergeant!

Hello, Vark.

Just the fellow.

Me?

Arrest him, Mr. Grubber.

-Eh?

Just steady on.

-What?

What for?

[Hagar] The forgery of my uncle's will.

Forgery?

What forgery?

See for yourself, Sergeant.

-Now smell it.

-Eh?

Smell it!

[sniffing] Oh, lovely.

Lavender.

That's right, lavender.

Know any forgers using lavender-scented snuff?

Oh, yeah.

Friend of yours, Horace.

Gentleman Gerald.

Right, I'll hang on to this.

-That's a legal document.

-Now, you hold on.

I want a word with you.

Fetch Rose.

Go on, fetch Rose.

Rose.

Rose, when you went to Waterloo that evening, was there any sign of Mr. Jevons about the house?

-What does he say?

-Nothing.

He shut up like a bank holiday.

But the old porter at his chambers swears he was in all evening, didn't go out till about 10:00, that's when he come to the house.

Well, I know about that.

I wouldn't worry about Freddy too much if I were you.

Why not?

Now, why do you say that?

Oh, it's just a feeling I've got.

Feeling?

You and your feelings.

I'm getting sick of your feelings.

It's your feelings that's landed me up with Freddy.

And your facts would hang half the people in London.

All right, clever cuts, if it wasn't Freddy, who was it?

Ask Vark!

[men shouting] Left at the station this was, sir, 20 minutes ago.

Super told me to find you.

God save us.

Just left, was it?

-Yes, sir.

-Vark!

Get him, Finch.

Bring him in.

[people chattering] Why did you have to interfere, Miss Stanley?

Why?

It was all so well-planned.

If only you'd left things alone.

I hadn't meant to kill her.

I didn't want that at all.

But she'd been unkind to my son, you see.

Why did you call him your nephew?

When my husband died, I had to find employment.

Mrs. Arryford advertised for a companion, but a spinster.

I took my maiden name.

She loved my nephew.

She made him her sole heir.

Then somehow she discovered the truth.

That very day at tea, I was dismissed, and my son was disinherited.

-[clock ticking] -[Mrs. Arryford snoring] I'd gone to talk to her, to reason with her, but when I looked at that cheap, self-satisfied face, I realized it was no use.

I, I wanted to hurt her in some small way, to take my revenge.

I decided to take her beloved beads.

To take them, that was all.

[Mrs. Arryford gasping] [clock chiming] [Miss Lyle sobbing] I telephoned my son.

The poor lamb was too frightened to help, too shocked.

But he had a man with him at the time, his financial adviser, he called him, Mr. Vark.

He said he would help Freddy and me, at a price, one half of the inheritance.

He was quick to arrive.

Close the door.

What are we going to do?

Never fear, dear lady.

Everything will be put right.

Now, your son has apprised me of the details, all but one, that is, the will.

The dear lady had not, as yet, altered it.

Freddy is still the inheritor.

Yes.

She intended to see her solicitor tomorrow.

Good, good.

Then let's proceed.

There's a maid here.

Dumb, your son tells me.

Rose?

Yes.

Rose.

Excellent, just the thing.

She'll be bringing Mrs. Arryford's meal.

-At what time?

-Half past 7:00.

No, dear lady, you will bring Mrs. Arryford's meal.

Can that be arranged?

-Yes.

-Good.

Now, listen to me very carefully.

We must dispose of the food, and leave the tray outside for Rose to collect.

Then, I want you to send her off to Waterloo Station, Mrs. Arryford's orders, to collect a parcel.

Once she's gone, telephone the police and tell them you've just discovered Mrs. Arryford is dead.

The police?

When they question you, you tell them you brought Mrs. Arryford's meal, then retired to your room.

Is that clear?

-Yes.

-Good.

What are you doing with those?

These, dear lady, are the most important part of our plan.

We need, as it were, to place them.

Your son knows a young lady who, in return for his undying affection, will oblige us.

Oh, by the way, these are to come to me when this little matter is over.

And it all worked out so well.

Even Mr. Grubber was cooperative, and then you- Rose would have hanged.

It was no more than she deserved.

It was she who told Mrs. Arryford that Freddy was my son.

She pitied you.

You let her pity you.

You took the devotion that belonged to my son.

His wealth, too, would have gone to you.

Mrs. Arryford was stealing my son's property to give to you.

She deserved to die.

I was right to do it.

It was justice.

But it's not enough.

It's not finished.

There must be justice for all!

You try and get some sleep now, Rosie.

Well, that's it, then.

It's all over.

They just fished her body out of the Thames.

-What?

-Yeah.

Cor.

When Sergeant Finch came in there with her confession, you could have knocked me down with a feather.

I wonder why she wrote that.

Not that I'm surprised.

I knew it was her, mind you, all the time.

You knew?

I had a feeling.

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