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- Now talk.|- All right.

All right.

Let me have a cigarette.

To hell with you!

Sergeant, make sure he doesn't get away.

Tut-tut-tut. Cyanide in a cigarette?

- Fantastic!|- No less.

Duff, what have you got for us?

The car was stolen and we haven't|been able to identify the driver yet.

But he surely wasn't a Kingston man.

Wherever he was from,|news of my arrival leaked.

- We didn't advertise it, I can assure you.|- Perhaps not.

I got the impression|someone had been selling tickets.

Anything more we can do for you?

I'd like to meet the last people|to see Strangways.

Nobody seems to have seen him|after he left our bridge four.

- Who were the others?|- Professor Dent...

Metallurgist, runs a test laboratory.|Respected. Clean bill.

- Potter...|- Old general. Been here for ages.

We'll start with those.

- Want them brought in?|- Lord, no! I want to meet them socially.

I can introduce you at the club tonight.

Fine.|We'll take a look at Strangways' place.

I'll run you up there now.

Go on in.

Yes, that's her blood patch.

- They've grouped it as O Rh positive.|- That's her group all right.

The set was still switched on|when we came round.

We tried to get through,|but it was dead the other end.

And it'll stay dead. All frequencies are|changed immediately security's broken.

Receipt from Dent Laboratories.

Is geology a hobby of Strangways'?

Not that I know of, no.

Who's the man with Strangways?

One of the local fishermen.

- He drove the car that tailed me.|- That gives us something to work on.

I'll have him checked.

You do that. I want to change before|I meet Pleydell-Smith at the club.

One medium-dry vodka martini -|mixed like you said, sir, and not stirred.

- Anything else, sir?|- No, that's all.

Curious, old Strangways|just vanishing like that. Or is it?

Cherchez la femme.|His secretary was very nice indeed.

Did you know her?

I've seen her around, you know?

None of you can throw any light|on what happened to him?

In his conversation? Any hint?

I only heard him talk about|big game fishing and bridge.

Fishing was the latest craze.

He got the bug three weeks ago.|He's been out every day.

It must have cost something.

These fishermen ask the earth to charter,|and Quarrel's the most expensive.

Quarrel?

A Cayman Islander.|He keeps a boat in the harbour.

I see.

- Excuse me. Where do I find Quarrel?|- He him.

Thank you.

Is your name Quarrel?

Maybe.

I'm a friend of...

Commander Strangways.

Now ain't that nice!|I like people who's friends of people.

I thought you might be able|to tell me what happened to him.

As far as I know, nothing happened.

Unless you know... different, Captain.

Where did you take him in your boat?

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