Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Holà!
[ Crowd Laughing, Chattering ]
Steamship ticket.
♪♪ [ Continues ]
[ Woman ] Oh, pardon.
- Mrs. Lampert. - Who are you?
What happened?
I bluffed the old man out of the last pot with a pair of deuces.
It’s terrible it ended this way, though -
Maybe not, but it takes a lot of bullets to kill me.
Well, it's the money, Mrs. Lampert, the money.
- [ Man ] What is it now, Pamela? - It happened again.
Mr. Dyle. Cabin four.
Because I really suspect Gideon...
Mm-hmm. I sprained my pride.
You said this afternoon your husband was mixed up in something.
You mean you've known about him all along?
We took the liberty of calling your dentist.
♪ Charade ♪♪
Oh, did they do that kind of thing way back in your day?
- I think I was wrong about Tex having the money. - Why?
You give it to me.
In Mr. Dyle's room?
- [ Both Grunting ] - [ Blows Landing ]
[ Children Giggling, Laughing ]
He says, "I'm a truthful Whitefoot." But which is he?
Well, this ain't my room.
I can't stand those things.
Oh, the police aren't going to like this a bit. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
I keep telling myself we've stolen a great deal of money...
Mr. Cruikshank, please. My name is Lampert.
I asked them what they knew about it, and they told me.
- May I sit down? - Yes.
- What's all this? - The stamp market.
I know.
Uh, Mr. Bartholomew's office, please.
I didn't see any point. Dyle's dead.
- Chicken or liverwurst? - Chicken.
Is that clear?
- Perhaps he met somebody. - Obviously.
And now your friend who lives here, uh, the one from Texas...
A tall man in a corduroy suit.
We'll find you a hotel.
There's nothing more we can do tonight.
Seems like him and good luck always was strangers.
How did you find out?
- [ Door Handle Rattling ] - All right.
And he's even meaner than I am.
- Not allowed to kiss back, huh? - Oh, no.
I know. There's no electricity.
Go ahead, Mr. Bartholomew. I'm listening.
so I began looking for people who had more money than they needed...
Quit stalling. I want some identification now.
Ηe said if I told anybody it could prove fatal for them as well as for me.
Sorry. The name's Adam Canfield.
they should ere long see each other again?
- Do you understand French? - Not a word.
Comb? No.
[ Violent Sneeze ]
I didn't think people like you were supposed to admit -
- When did you meet him? What time of day, I mean. - About 1:00.
[ Ringing ]
- Yes. - Good for you.
The name's Lampert.
It’s no use. You're running out of time.
You know, I can't help feeling rather sorry for Scobie.
Uh-- Uh, I pressed the bell, but it isn't ringing, I guess.
Honorine
You haven't spoken a word for 20 minutes.
Thank you.
- There is? - Yes.
Central Intelligence Agency. C.I.A.
Yeah?
Before they could get out, they were ambushed by a German patrol.
It’s hers. Where'd you find him? Robbing a bank?
I was snooping around Tex's room and came across this in the wastebasket.
- Ηow you doing? - Ηow do you think?
- At least you're honest. - Ηmm. Is there a Mrs. Joshua?
I don't even know who I'm talking to anymore.
The man who was at the funeral yesterday.
when a man has no profession, there isn't much choice...
I think that's what you ordered.
I'm very cold.
Where did he keep his money?
It’s the man you had the fight with.
Dyle.
- Stop treating me like a child. - Well then, stop behaving like one.
The five men were, of course, your husband Charles...
All right, here's my key.
There aren't many men who love their work as much as I do.
[ Children Shouting ]
- Would you speak a little louder, please? - I can't speak any louder.
One day next week I'll put it on a marriage license. How about that?
- Who's that with the hat? - That's the policeman.
- No. - Oh. That's odd.
Back where?
I'm Afraid It's Very Important
Man, that's Charlie's stuff.
Do you know of any reason why he might have wanted to leave France?