:55:01
Froggies will roll over and die at
the sight of a real English barmaid.
:55:05
I must go now, really. You know Forsythe.
:55:11
Mum's the word, eh?
Don't tell a soul I'm here.
:55:14
Cross me heart and hope to die.
:55:18
Thanks for lookin' after him.
Not at all, my dear.
:55:20
I'll come see you to the lift.
:56:11
Enjoying that, are you, sir?
:56:14
Sergeant, my wife is
currently taking a course
:56:17
at the Continental School
of Gourmet Cooking.
:56:19
Apparently they don't know the principle:
To eat well in this country,
:56:22
one must have breakfast
three times a day.
:56:25
And an English breakfast at that.
I don't mean your café complet.
:56:28
- Beg pardon, sir?
- A cup of coffee half an inch deep,
:56:31
in floating bits of boiled milk,
and a sweet bun full of air.
:56:34
- That's what I had this morning.
- I see what you mean, sir.
:56:37
- I'm a... Quaker Oats man, myself.
- (Chuckles)
:56:40
(Knock At Door)
:56:42
Excuse me, sir.
:56:44
This has just come in.
It's the lab report on the ten-pound note
:56:47
- that Blaney paid the hotel bill with.
- Yes.
:56:50
As you'll see, the note
bore traces of face powder
:56:53
identical to that which we found
in Mrs Blaney's handbag.
:56:56
- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.
:56:58
Well, Sergeant, we were in luck after all.