Four Men and a Prayer Page #3

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Do you mean to say, sir,

that someone sold guns to the natives...

and then created an opportunity

for the guns to be used?

I do. It all fits in.

Oh, that's-

that's absolutely fictional.

Have you any proof?

I have.

It wasn't easy to collect.

After the court-martial,

everybody seemed to disappear.

- Disappear?

- Well, scatter.

General Bryce

was transferred to Egypt.

Captain Loveland inherited a fortune

and retired to Buenos Aires.

- And the barman had already done a bunk.

- Yes.

- Why, that's extraordinary.

- Ah.

Just to see whether you

really can take it, sir.

I can...

if it isn't drugged.

Well, sir, here's confusion

to your enemies and to ours.

And to your mother, boys.

I'm glad she's not here today.

Well, I've got

an hour's work to do...

so clear out for a bit, will you?

- See you at dinner, sir.

- At dinner, Father.

- See you at dinner, governor.

- See you at dinner, Dad.

After dinner I'll lay the case before you

and ask your advice.

Four brains are better than one.

- Yes, sir.

- Four brains? What about me?

Oh, have you found one?

Good. I hadn't heard.

Nosey, I'll have you for that!

Oh, Manders, will you see

if the colonel is ready for us?

- Very good, sir.

- It's good port, this.

- I don't imagine you get very good port in America.

- Oh, yes, you do.

- How do you get it?

- Well, they send it over in boats.

- Oh.

- Oh, boats.

Nosey, are you growing a mustache?

I beg your pardon.

It's grown.

It jolly well isn't.

Geoff, do you realize that

while you've been away...

you've picked up the most

appalling American accent?

Have I? Do you know, in the States

nearly everybody takes me for a Yankee.

Yes, I can well understand that.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Let me hear you say "Okay, toots."

- Tell my sons I'm ready for them, Manders.

- Very good, sir.

Who's that?

Your father is ready, Mr. Wyatt.

Oh, thanks.

Now for the story.

Come on, you chaps.

What was that?

It sounded like a gun.

- It's locked.

- Father!

- Father!

- Father!

Try this again.

Oh, Dad! Dad!

Oh, governor.

He's killed himself.

The disgrace.

- Manders.

- That isn't true. L- I won't believe it.

Beano, look.

The dispatch case!

- It's empty.

- His papers are gone.

- Dad's evidence.

- Look, the window!

Somebody came through

this way, all right.

This is murder.

What's the plan, Beano?

You're head of the family now.

Well, we've got

four names to work on.

There's Drake, Mulcahay,

that barman and Loveland.

These men must be found

and talked to.

- Right.

- I shall go to India and start with Mulcahay.

- Drake's coming here. Boson, you'd better wait for him.

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