Rope of Sand Page #3
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- 1949
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bad publicity and
the time you waste.
Then don't forget, there's
always the jury.
Of course, if you're a
man of principle...
I take it you're quite
experienced.
The German is brutal.
the cavalry to come.
And what do englishmen do?
They pay.
You know, I really should
dislike you for this.
Well, that doesn't concern me.
And you must have been such
a sweet girl once.
Tell me, what happened?
The war?
Frenchman?
German?
An American.
And that time, I kept hoping
for the cavalry to come.
Yes, yes, I think you'll
do very well.
to get to the door.
My dear young lady, I happen
to know that Mr. Parker left
couldn't possibly have sent
that message.
I also knew that I was
walking into a trap.
A very clever one.
What are you going to do?
Call the police?
The police?
Heavens no.
100 pounds, you said.
How would you like 500?
I know my stock in trade.
I'm not worth it.
The market's rising.
An old friends has just derived
in diamond stud so I
have a job for you.
A job?
Is that so?
What kind of a job?
You'll ask him a question
to get him to answer.
What kind of question?
Michael, darling, now tell
In your own sweet
way, of course.
How do I know you'll pay?
Have you ever seen a
more honest face?
Very well then.
Shall we say half
the money then.
Oh, that's much better.
I take the job.
Good.
Now do you want to kiss me?
No.
I think not.
You better keep your kisses
for emergencies.
Ah.
But tell me, why should a young
woman with your talents
be driven to such extremities
as this?
There is an extra charge
for my life story.
Well, my dear.
We have a plane to catch
early tomorrow.
So I think I'd better
pack my bag.
But you can fix yourself a
drink if you like, miss...
uh, miss?
Renaud.
Suzanne to you, Mr. Martingale.
Fred.
Suzanne to you, Fred.
Pleasant holiday,
Mr. Martingale?
Very nice of you.
Have you missed me, Paul?
I've had company.
But none so beguiling
as I bring you now.
Mademoiselle Suzanne Renaud, may
I present Mr. Paul Vogel,
the head of our police bureau?
How do you do?
Mademoiselle Renaud is the
niece of one of our largest
French stockholders.
Forgive me, mademoiselle.
I'm a little overwhelmed
by such beauty.
Well put, commandant.
Consider this place for
a minute if you will.
interior of a whale's belly.
You sure get around.
It's only an intellectual
association, of course.
But it's just from the whale's
sordid interior that we
scavenge to base for the
most exciting perfumes.
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