Neues vom Hexer

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It fits, Sir!

Hello.

This is Edgar Wallace.

I enjoyed your music very much.

Thank you, Edwards. I win.

To another one!

- Something else, Mylady?

Yes, Tea, please, Edwards.

- Yes, Mylady.

Excuse me for a moment.

It shouldn't take too long, Archie.

A ticket, Sir.

- Damn it.

Another shot. The last one.

Charles, it's time for bed.

Mum, really?

- Yes, do what Angel says.

Your turn, Archie.

I know.

Lord Curtain...

is dead.

Sorry.

- Got no time.

May ask you something? Listen!

- I got no time. What's up then?

You are officer - Unfortunately, yes!

Well! We, the people, pay for you!

I have the right to ask something.

- Why? Are you from Australia?

Who is this snotty person?

- Who?

The one in plain clothes.

- That's 008.

How dare you stop an australian inspector...

from departure

and hauling him...

across London watched by the police?

- Dear Wesby! You cannot...

simply go back to australia,

after all, what we have undergone!

You know exactly,

that I have lost dear Higgins

for months since he married.

He looks so happy, doesn't he?

I had to let him go!

You understand this, don't you?

- We were his best men!

Of course, Wesby.

- Nonetheless, I must return to Sydney.

No, you don't have to.

Look here.

I managed to get another 3 weeks

paid vacation for you. In London,

the most wonderful city. Wesby!

Come on, sit down.

Thank you.

What is the real reason?

Lord Curtain.

Here:
Dead, shot, killed,

Headline, Topic No. 1 in London!

And we don't know the killer.

Not my problem!

Na, na, na!

My people told me,

you have already checked the site.

Wait a minute!

- OK. A mysterious case,

extraordinally mysterious. That's all

what I can... Sir, what is it?

I beg your pardon, what?

- II bring the Tea, Sir John.

Yes! She brings the tea, Wesby.

- So what?

May I?

- Yes, of course, Susan...

Miss Copperfield.

- There is a Miss Margie Fielding,

The niece of Lord Curtain, Sir.

- The Lady is the niece of...

Yes.

- What does she want?

I don't know.

You see? That's why I held you back!

Say something!

What's about this new murder then, hm?

- I can't tell you anything.

The case is too obscure.

- So I told my officers.

Mysterious! I don't like tea now.

Please leave.

Interested in this business card?

It's from his desk.

"Hexer is back"!.

The Hexer? The Hexer is the killer?

Oh, heavens. Not again!

Excuse me, Sir.

- The commons' meeting was scandalous.

Cheers.

Excuse me, Sir.

Finch, you ask me if i read

the newspaper? - Yes, I did!

Especially the part about me.

- The big part about you, Sir!

Sorry, Sir.

- Finch, where was I, 15th of march?

Here, Sydney. We were all day long

on the boat, fishing.

And the very same day I am supposed

to have killed Lord Curtain.

The one and only thing we killed

was the shark who wanted to kill me.

Ergo:
I can't be the murderer.

- Sir!

Finch!

(All) Pst!

The killer, Sir...

the killer used your name!

So.

And you think...

- We shouldn't tolerate that, Sir.

Especially since there are efforts in

London, according to this newspaper,

to file a lawsuit against me.

- Then we will...

read in this newspaper,

how it ended.

I am disappointed, Sir.

You think, we should show up at court?

Yes... I think so, Sir.

Well. Get us 3 tickets then.

Here!

I am opening the case on Arthur Milton,

accused of the murder of Lord

Horace William Curtain.

This hearing is being done

in absence of the defendant.

Is Arthur Milton here?

He may show up.

Who are you?

- Your honour, that's Mrs. Milton and...

and a friend of Mr. Milton.

- Mrs. Milton?

The wife of Arthur Milton?

- Yes, your honour.

Do you come in place of your husband?

Where is he?

Is he not here, your honour?

He wanted to...

attend this trial at any cost.

- even to me he said: Go there!

This will be fun!

- Take a seat, Mrs. Milton.

You too, Mr. Finch. Sit down.

- Yes, Sir.

I open the questioning

and call first...

the nephew of the victim,

Mr. Archie Moore.

Do you believe, the Hexer will show up?

- I am sure, he is here already.

You know how talented he is in masquerading.

- Poor Lord Curtain, my uncle,

he received mysterious calls for weeks.

They started always:

"This is the Hexer!"'.

He demanded money.

Thousands of pounds. It seems

he had informations...

Sorry but I have to mention it...

about Lord Curtains past.

India, Colony Era, I don't know

anything else.

He tried to blackmail my uncle, Your Honour,

but my uncle ingnored him.

He denied any demands,

despite the Hexer's threats.

He sneaked into the house,

shot my uncle...

and then he left his business card

Excuse me, Sir.

It makes me sad to

remember this cruel night.

I can still hear the shot... the screaming!

We gazed at each other, got up.

Horrifying!

- Calm down, Mr. Moore.

No more questions.

- May I ask another question?

Mr. Moore! I was reading the records,

I use to read them more than once,

there is this part,

that astonishes over and over again.

One shot, one scream.

What kind of scream?

A short one, a long one?

A long one, Your Honour.

- Aha.

May I ask for the other witnesses?

Lady Aston,

maybe the young Charles and...

Miss Angle.

Lady Aston.

You are Lady Curtains sister.

Yes, your honour.

- And that is Charles?

You have lost an arm, Charles. How?

- A traffic accident, Sir.

You have been run over? By whom?

- Yes, Sir.

The driver escaped in his car.

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