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Ayoung man-Barrett. He

was phoning from Kelworth.

He reversed the charge, so I

thought I ought to accept the call.

What did he want?

He'll phone again tomorrow

morning about 8:
00.

He sounded quite desperate.

This Barrett

- Is it a case?

It is now.

Never mind. Let's go.

# No better livin'on my payroll

# You can't hang

nothin' on the telephone

# Bad girls maybe

# Mmm, a beautiful sight

# If you don't pass out

# When they squeeze you tight

# For my speed the

livin'is nice and light

# Can't sleep at home

but she's there, all right

# And she's a-Long,

and she's a-Tall

# And she's a

honey-Honey-Honey

# She's a

honey-Honey-Honey

# She's a

honey-Honey-Honey

During the last seven months

in your job as wages clerk...

You've been drawing the salaries

of five fictitious workmen.

All told, you've

appropriated around 2,300.

Where is it?

You've opened a bank account, a post

office savings book, haven't you?

- What name did you give?

- Isn't it enough that I said I took the money?

- Your employers want it back.

- Where is it?

Uh, I've

- I've spent it.

What on, son?

There's nothing new in your wardrobe.

You live cheaply, eat cheaply.

- Who's been putting the squeeze on you?

- Come on, open up!

- We don't like blackmail any more than you do.

- Look, I took the money!

I stole it, and I spent it. That's all.

We mean to find out what's

behind this, Barrett.

You've got yourself in a real jam, son.

Far better come clean. Then we can help you.

Ah, we're wasting our time, sir.

All right, Barrett, let's see what a

little solitary contemplation'll do.

Get in a sensible frame of mind

and we'll talk to you again later.

- Right, off you go.

- MacI

Put him down.

That boy's not a thief.

More victim than criminal,

if my supposition is right.

I'm always worried, sir, when I find myself

allowing the motive to mitigate the crime.

Yes, our jobs would be much easier if we just

had to deal with the bill Sikes of this world.

Come in.

The stuff they took from the drain -

It's a scrapbook, sir, now

we've got it pieced together.

You haven't eaten your dinner.

Must stoke up, you know.

What's gonna happen to me?

They'll talk to you again

later when you've had a rest.

Why don't you sleep a

bit, put your feet up?

That's right. Rest.

Shut your eyes. Sort out your answers.

You'll have to tell the truth in the end.

Might as well make up your mind to it.

Fulham Police Station have

been on the telephone, sir.

- A detective Inspector Harris.

- Well?

- He'd like you to drop in, sir.

- Well, it's on my way home.

- What about?

- The inspector didn't say, sir.

But I got the impression it

was a matter of some importance.

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