Charlie Chan in London Page #3

And I'll help you.

- May I have a word with you, sir?

- What is it, Phillips?

- I agree with Richmond on two counts.

- Mm-hmm.

- One:
You're adorable.

- Jerry, please.

Two:
You shouldn't ride

that mare. She's crazy.

Another bully.

I can't bear the thought

of your ever being hurt.

- Garton, excuse us a moment, will you?

- Certainly.

- What's the matter, Geoffrey?

- Pamela's here. She wants to see us at once.

I wonder what's happened.

- Pamela!

- Mary.

- What's the matter, Pamela?

- I hope you don't mind my coming here like this.

Oh, my dear child. You couldn't have done

anything better, could she, Mary?

- Why, of course not. - I- I feel as if

the bottom had dropped out of everything.

- What's happened, Pam?

- Neil thinks Paul's guilty.

- What?

- It's impossible. Why, at the trial he-

He's never believed

Paul was innocent.

And today he told someone

who might have helped.

And now I've got

to start all over again.

Oh, my dear.

Geoffrey, what can we do?

My dear, don't worry.

We'll think of something.

I tell you what. You take her upstairs.

Give her the west room.

Then we'll get rid of everyone

who isn't staying as quickly as we can.

And then the three of us will talk

this thing over properly. Come on, dear.

- Oh, Phillips.

- Sir?

- Miss Gray is staying. She will have the west room.

- Yes, sir.

- See to it that she's not disturbed on any account.

- Very well, sir.

Good evening.

Miss Gray is here?

- Miss Pamela Gray?

- Miss Gray has retired.

If you wish to see her,

you must return in the morning.

- Highly important I see her now.

- Miss Gray has retired.

There are strict orders she's not to be

disturbed. Return in the morning.

Thank you so much.

Have a nice cup of tea, miss.

It'll make you feel ever so much better.

- No, I don't want anything.

- Not a nice hot cup of tea, miss?

Oh, do.

Please leave me alone.

Saints alive!

Excuse, please.

- Mr. Chan.

- Don't let him get his hands on you, miss!

Don't be stupid, Perkins.

I know the gentleman. Now go, please.

And don't say anything to anyone.

Thousand apologies.

Unceremonious entry due to

butler's doubts of humble self.

But why are you here?

- I have seen your brother.

- And you believe?

That what you think

may be truth.

Then you are going to help?

Humble endeavors will be

in that direction.

Mr. Phillips! Mr. Phillips!

We'll all be dead in our beds!

- What's the meaning of this conduct?

- What'll we do?

- There's an horrible murdering man climbing all over the house.

- Have you been drinking?

I have not! Didn't I see him with me own

eyes climbing into Miss Gray's window?

- What?

- So help me, it's the truth. And he's hypnotizing her.

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