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in the manner of one of his cousin

Deniston's fictional gangsters.

And will force him to hand over

the keys of the bank

Should he fail, or be unmasked or overpowered

before 2 minutes are up...

his share of the fortune will be forfeited.

But... how could I?

How could he...?

It's impossible.

Not even a real gangster would dare

to point a gun at Mr Wagstaffe.

Or point anything at Mr Wagstaffe.

My first cousin, Simon Russell...

who has gone through life at the expense

of others' hearts and pockets...

shall marry the first unmarried woman

to whom he speaks after the reading of this will...

of no matter what age.

Should his well-known charm fail

to persuade the lady to marry him...

his share of my fortune shall be forfeited.

Easy!

I always knew he liked me best!

Thanks, cousin Henry!

Listen... we'll all plan together

and contest the will.

You can tell cousin Agnes that she's

the last woman I shall speak to first.

What's he grumbling about anyway?

Nobody in their right mind would sack a servant,

with the present shortage.

After all, 50,000 quid is 50,000 quid!

Before we come to the taking

of the solemn oath...

there is one small formality

to be carried out.

We must all rise... rise!

ALL rise!

Come along... upsadaisy!

This way...

And drink a toast to our

beloved benefactor.

By singing a verse of that popular melody

"For He's a Jolly Good... "

- "Fella"?

- Exactly.

Here's to our benefactor...

Raise your glasses!

Raise your glasses!

And sing with me

For he's a jolly good fellow

And so say all of us

For he's a jolly good fellow

And so say all of us.

Now drink to our dear departed.

Ask cousin Agnes if I can give her a lift

to the nearest employment exchange.

No?

How about you, Herbert

Can I drop you at the gunsmith?

What for?

You can't hold up a bank

with a fountain pen.

I know... I'm going to get that

at a toy shop.

That's the least of my worries.

It's where I'm going to find the courage

that's puzzling me.

Look, Herbert... there's a little work of mine

called "The Bank Bandit"...

It might give you a few pointers...

I'll be glad to put in the post for you.

Oh, thank you!

Well, hop in both of you!

No... I think I'll get my bus at the corner.

Goodbye.

Come on, Den old boy...

I'll buy you a snifter.

How on earth do you afford

a vehicle like this?

I don't. old boy...

got it on appro.

You keep it a week, then send it back...

say you don't want it.

Give you the address,

if you want to try.

Two more large whiskies, please George.

Cheer up old boy...

It's only a matter of time!

Everything seemed so rosy this morning.

The hope of money to come...

marriage in a fortnight.

And now, instead of

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