Secret Agent Page #4

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is now on our side.

When we get in touch with him...

He'll put us on the track to

find the man we're after.

What do I do?

Nothing. You stay here and wait

in case there's a phone call.

Thank you. That should be a good

start.

Mind removing your friend so I

can go on with my dressing?

Go on, General.

Well?

- Well?

How does Mrs. Ashenden look now?

This has all been done for your

special benefit.

Very kind of you, I'm sure.

You're fond of yourself, aren't

you?

Married life has began.

All right. Shout about that as

much as you like.

You've a job to do, and part of

it is to keep it secret...

...no matter what happens.

What do we do?

Light three candles over there.

He'll see us in his mirror.

Do you know any prayers?

Do not incite me, please.

I know some, so do you?

Put those back, you foul.

This floor makes my beautiful

legs very angry.

We better look out. He might be

waiting on the other side.

Strangled.

Nice work.

Neat. Very neat.

Someone did not want us to speak

to him.

That's what it looks like,

doesn't it?

Look.

- What's that?

Not so neat after all.

Big struggle before he died.

Me, better. Much better.

The man who owns this, is the man

who killed him.

Yes, Sir. He is also the man we

are looking for.

You're right. That's the motive.

One way of stopping a fellow's

mouth.

Look, someone's coming.

We'll have to stay up here for

hours!

I said, we shall have to stay up

here for hours!

But your wife shall wonder what

happened to her little General!

Let's do stay a little longer.

- All right.

I've always wanted to come to

Switzerland. The people are nice.

Yes, specially Charlie, there.

Hey, Fred...

Do you mind moving up a bit so we

can see the scenery?

Oh, no, don't. It's nice.

Are those your own teeth?

Course they are. Don't be silly.

I bet yours aren't.

Well, I never thought you'd look.

Wait a minute.

Do you mind holing them for me?

You're so disgusting.

Look at that nose.

Bet if you squeezed it you'd get

a quarter of whiskey out of it.

Sam, or George... Whatever...

Give me some smoke. Will you?

Smoke.

Voulez-vous...

He's fond of you.

I was afraid of that.

No, you don't understand...

Cigar... Cigaruchen.

Compris.

What is this strange bond you

have over coachmen?

No mystery, lady. Just a well

equipped man in every language.

Bad language.

- Why you...

Man paralyzed when about to

strike woman.

What's the matter? Winned?

No, love.

- Again?

Why not?

Speaking of love...

You think your bow legged husband

would mind if I kissed you?

He's not bow legged!

I'll call the police!

He's too bow legged.

If you don't let me kiss you,

mind if I bite your adam's apple?

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