Hokuspokus oder: Wie lasse ich meinen Mann verschwinden...? Page #2

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Why didn't you come by plane?

Plans can change, Mr. President,

as can dispositions.

So you came by ship?

I did, by Jove.

The sea was so rough

that even the captain got seasick?

How...

- Did the captain get seasick?

Yes.

- There you are.

I recall a captain getting seasick

only once.

It was on a very calm sea

after a very strong punch.

Yes, Mr...

Bille. Peer Bille.

Bille? I knew Noldus Bille,

the great circus man from Copenhagen.

- My father.

Oh really!

I'll never forget his shows.

He could shoot like William Tell,

play violin like Paganini and do magic

like Houdini. Long live your father!

Thank you. Unfortunately, he's dead.

Let's drink to his memory.

Not you, Mr. President. You must

keep a clear head for tonight.

To your father, Mr. Bille.

He was a great man.

- That he was.

He improved the old trick

of cutting a woman in two.

He cut her in four.

Many a man

would like to know how that works.

Very funny!

Not you, Mr. President.

It's a sign of true friendship,

Mr. Graham,

that you've come to cheer up

your friend in his final hours.

That's what I wanted to ask you about.

- Very interesting.

What about the Kjerulf trial?

- It's taking its course.

That's interesting too.

I hear you're doing a good job.

I hear you play

cat and mouse with the defendant

in a way that diminishes her chances

with every answer she gives.

People speak highly of you,

Mr. President.

Let's get to the point.

- Gladly.

You told my friend

he'd be murdered tonight.

How so?

- It's my Christian sense of kindness.

I mean, how do you know this?

I'd rather not say.

- But you must.

Even if I touch a sensitive nerve

with the President?

By all means.

It's about Evelyn.

- What's she got to do with my murder?

Plenty. Although she left you, your

last will is overly generous to her.

Do you know where she is right now?

- In London.

Correct.

And she's met a man there who knows

that your death would make Evelyn

a rich heiress.

This friend arrived today to kill you.

His name is Graham.

This revolver alone

would prove nothing.

But here... this is your glass.

Do you think that is sugar?

I think it's poison.

You're mad! I wired him to come.

When did you wire him?

- When was it? - The 10th.

When did you receive the telegram?

- When was it? - The 11th.

And when did you buy the ticket?

- When was it? - The 8th.

Three days before

the telegram arrived. May I?

The ticket.

The 8th!

Ticket, revolver and poison

could still leave a slight doubt.

But I think the note in Mr. Graham's

breast pocket. Pardon me, Mr. Graham.

...should dispel any doubt.

Recognize the handwriting?

It's mine.

- Did you write that?

No.

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