(shoes clop against wood floor) - Oh, morning, Inspector Blake.
- Miss Scarlet, we seem to have a communication problem.
I have requested on several occasions that you do not enter my office without permission.
- I heard about the murder of Abraham Barrett, the mighty composer dead.
- You assume changing the subject will somehow distract me from your unauthorized entry.
- Did it?
- No.
- Oh.
- Just state your business, and then please allow me to get on with mine.
- My colleague, Mr. Clarence Pettigrew, is visiting Liverpool on financial business, and in his absence, he's left me a list of unpaid accounts he wishes me to settle, one of which is my fee for the Hawkins case.
It's been a month.
- That is a matter for the accounts department, not me.
- I also heard that you're the lead investigator on the Barrett case.
- The accounts department's on the ground floor, third door on the right.
- Miss Scarlet, how nice to see you.
- Good morning to you too, Detective Fitzroy.
How is Mr. Skinner this morning?
- On his way to Wormwood Scrubs as we speak.
- Ah, yes, I heard about his arrest.
Silas Skinner has evaded us for more time than I'd like to admit, bravo, Detective.
- Oh, I had very little to do with it, sir.
It was all down to Miss Scarlet.
She practically hand delivered him.
- Oh, well, in that case, bravo, Miss Scarlet.
- Thank you Inspector Blake.
