Dr. Phibes Rises Again Page #4

"The Gloucester Squirt murder."

"The Gloucester Square murder."

I can hardly read your writing.

"On arrival, I discovered the

man's body surrounded by..."

- Balls.

- Look here, Trout!

- On the snooker table, sir.

- What?

Oh.

"...balls on the snooker table."

"Cause of death was apparently

by a small gold... snake"?

"...which entered

the man's left ear,

and, having pierced the skull,

reappeared through the right."

In one ear and out the other, sir.

"Death, it would appear,

was... instantaneous."

Brilliant! Why was his employer, the main

witness, allowed to leave the country?

It was a delicate matter,

involving a difficult gentleman.

You're dealing with a more difficult

one now! Do you know what time it is?

- After one.

- I've been waiting since nine!

I was called out last night.

- Where to?

- Er, what's it called? Fawley.

- Never heard of it.

- It's at the mouth of Southampton Water.

A man's body had been washed up.

- Fallen overboard?

- In a sense, sir.

Men fall overboard all the time.

That's what the locals are for!

This one was inside a bottle, sir.

- Do what?

- He was inside a bottle.

Glass, it was. About

seven feet long.

Corked?

To Egypt, and our arrival here.

My compliments to you, Vulnavia.

You have done wonders

with the local fish.

But we must not dally.

While Victoria safely sleeps, we

must hasten to the caves within

and learn what time has wrought

since last I ventured there.

See, Vulnavia!

Not a thing has been disturbed.

Some minor decorating,

some touching up,

and it will seem like home.

Lights!

Music, Vulnavia!

A song of celebration.

Unveil the band.

- We're looking for a madman, sir.

- You've bloody well found one!

Do you realise that this

is Saturday afternoon?!

We thought we'd have a little

talk with you in private...

We do appreciate you coming

at such short notice, Mr?

Lombardo. I didn't have much option with

a police car rolling up outside my club.

Frightful intrusion! And, as I

say, on a Saturday afternoon.

- Well, it is a rather delicate matter, sir.

- Oh?

- We've, um...

- We've found a body.

- I didn't know you'd mislaid one. Whose?

- Ambrose's.

- The man who fell off the...

- Ah, him!

Yes, sir.

If it's about insurance, it's much too

early for me to commit. I mean...

Well, it seemed pretty obvious

that he was... pissed.

- We're loath...

- I beg your pardon?

loath to involve anybody

else at this juncture.

But we have a strong reason to

believe that he was murdered.

- Murdered?

- Killed.

Yeah, I got that.

Shoved the old boy off, eh?

- Did you know the gentleman?

- Not intimately, but professionally.

He went on cruises to the Middle

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