:05:01
"without leaving any tracks
behind him in the red dust.
:05:04
Frankly, sir, we in the Police
Force are just plain baffled."
:05:16
St. John Lord Merridew,
the great detective,
:05:19
rose majestically,
:05:21
his huge Father Christmas face
glowing with mischievous delight.
:05:26
Slowly, he brushed the
crumbs of seedy cake...
:05:30
from the folds of his
pendulous waistcoat.
:05:32
"The Police may be baffled,
Inspector," he boomed,
:05:36
"But Merridew is not.
:05:38
"Thirty years ago, the
murderer, Dr. Grayson,
:05:42
was a prominent member
of the Ballets Russes,
:05:45
dancing under the name
of Oleg Graysinski.
:05:48
And though the years had
altered his appearance somewhat,
:05:52
yet his old skill
had not deserted him.
:05:54
He carried the body to
the center of the court,
:05:56
walking on his points...
:05:58
along the white tape which separated
the service boxes, and from there...
:06:03
he threw it seven feet into the court,
:06:06
close to the baseline where it was found.
:06:08
And then, with a neatly executed fouetté,
:06:11
he faced about and went
back the way he had come,
:06:15
thus leaving no traces.
:06:19
And that, Inspector, is
Merridew's solution."
:06:23
Hello !
Are you there ?
:06:27
Mr. Wyke ?
:06:29
- Mr. Wyke ?
- Who's there ?
:06:31
It's me, Milo Tindle.
I think you're expecting me.
:06:33
Yes, indeed. So good of you to come.
Won't you join me ?
:06:36
Well, I have been trying to do
exactly that for quite some time.
:06:43
Here we are.
:06:50
Yes, my outdoor inner sanctum.
I designed it myself.
:06:54
Provides for me just that extra bit
of privacy that an author requires.
:06:57
I must say, you're not an
easy man to drop in on.
:06:59
Just so. So, you're Milo Tindle.