Ministry Of Fear Page #3

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Well, it's against the rules...

but I'll inquire.

[ People Laughing ]

Will you come through, please?

Come in, won't you?

[ Laughs ]

I'm terribly sorry...

but I couldn't help it.

People have baked some sad-looking

pastries to sell at our ftes...

- but was it as frightful as all that?

- "Frightful"?

That you'd come all the way

from Lembridge to give it back.

He hasn't any cake with him.

Have a chair.

You know, my sister has a--

a grim sense of humor.

Well, if it had been any good,

he'd have eaten it.

May I ask your name?

- Stephen Neale.

- I'm Willi Hilfe.

- Carla, Mr. Neale.

- How do you do?

Who was it you wanted?

A Mrs. Bellane.

Bellane... Bellane.

I don't remember any name like that.

We have so many of them.

- Do you know her?

- No. Look in the index.

Well--

You're not supposed to give, uh--

Why do you want it?

We got along quite famously,

and I'd like to see her next time I'm down...

find out how the mix-up happened.

Oh, I see.

You got along famously?

- Yes.

- Didn't her husband object?

Has she a husband?

It sounds like it.

- "Missus."

- Yes, it does, doesn't it?

[ Willi ]

"Bell"..."Belden"...

"Bellane."

Here she is.

Mrs. Rolf Bellane, a clairvoyant.

- Is that the one?

- Yes.

But she lives here in London.

Canon Topping recommended her.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

Could any of your volunteers be using

this organization as their shield?

- For what?

- Some kind of crime.

Our dear old dowagers?

Oh, no!

He tried to kill you?

There's just one bullet left.

He'd have used that if the bomb hadn't got him.

But it's-- it's-- it's fantastic.

The whole thing.

I'd like to investigate

this Mrs. Bellane with you, Neale.

- I'd like to have you.

- Oh, no, Willi. Please.

If they tried to kill Mr. Neale...

something might happen to you.

Nonsense.

If they use our charity ftes,

I want to find out about it.

- You may be right, Mr. Hilfe.

- Ah.

She's just tired of getting me out of scrapes.

Got me out of Austria, as a matter of fact.

Grow some gray hairs, Afferl.

You'll be stunning.

Come on, Neale.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

- What do you want?

- [ Clearing Throat ]

- I-Is this Mr. Finney?

- No.

No? I didn't think so.

[ Children Shouting, Chattering ]

[ Klaxon Horn Honks ]

Is Mrs. Bellane at home?

- Who is calling, please?

- Mr. Hilfe...

secretary of the Mothers of the Free Nations.

Will you come in?

Will you please wait a moment?

- Oh, I see.

- She's not the one.

- Mr. Hilfe?

- I'm Mr. Hilfe.

- Uh, Mrs.--

- Bellane, yes.

I've heard many of the ladies speak of you.

I should have paid a call

at your office long ago.

I would have enjoyed it.

May I present Mr. Neale?

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