The Abominable Dr. Phibes Page #4

- Were they fond of each other?

- They seemed so. Completely devoted.

Of course, you realise

what your equation proves.

Some madman has condemned

the whole surgical team for her death.

Everybody in this list here -

including yourself.

Obviously you'll put the remaining people

involved under police protection.

Although, heaven knows, from what?

From the G'tach, sir -

if you know what that is.

Isn't that the... curse of the Pharaohs?

That's right, sir. Someone

is using these ancient biblical curses

to kill everyone associated

with the Phibes operation.

But the husband's dead, there's

no children, so who are we looking for? :

There's a young lady in trouble, Benson.

See if you can help her out.

Hello, what have we got here?

Ah. Needing some help, miss?

Hail, rats, beast, locusts - take your pick.

Or there's death of the first-born,

and darkness.

- Darkness?

- Yes, darkness.

- Coffee.

- Thank you.

On this list of Vesalius',

five people are in danger.

- There's Hedgepath, Kitaj...

- It's pronounced "Kit-eye".

...Whitcombe, the woman Nurse Allen

and Vesalius himself.

I've located everybody else, but so far we

can't find... Kitaj. We think he's in Europe.

What about the Phibes estate

in Switzerland?

The insurance and bank accounts

were closed after his death.

- So his money's still over there?

- No.

Two years ago

the bulk of it was transferred here.

- To whose account?

- I don't know.

But later it was withdrawn

by a woman, in cash.

In fact, the whole estate

was transferred into her name.

A woman.

- Tall, attractive, hardly speaks a word?

- Right.

Now I'm very interested in her.

It's a quarter to three

There's no one in the place

Except you and me

So set 'em up, Joe

I've got a little story

I think you ought to know

We're drinking, my friend

To the end of a brief episode

So make it one for my baby

And another one...

For the road

Over here, Inspector.

We found him beside the road, sir.

He's in shock.

You won't get much out of him, poor devil.

- Well, what happened to him?

- Well...

- I see. Is that the car?

- Yes, sir.

We traced the owner.

A man called Hedgepath.

- Dr Hedgepath?

- What's all this?

He's in the back, sir.

It's frozen solid.

A curse of hail.

In the bloody middle of nowhere:

Take a look at this, sir.

He worked it off the motor.

He brought the internal temperature

down to at least 100 below zero.

- Mercifully, he didn't feel much, sir.

- Like hell he didn't.

Check.

- Check.

- Huh? Oh.

Well done. Go up to bed.

It's not mate, father.

You can still move.

Oh, well, we'll finish tomorrow, Lem.

Up you go.

- You wouldn't like to hear some...

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