Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think he threatened to turn them in and they killed him.
A fountain pen.
Come on now, Miz Lampert.
All right, I guess you'd better call the French police.
- [ Tex ] This ain't no game, Miz Lampert. - We want that money now.
- Okay? - Okay.
Don't change the subject. Just give me the stamps.
but it's possible we were wrong about who killed your husband.
- She has it. - And I say maybe you both have it.
Just a moment. Have a good look.
- What is it worth? - Oh, the money is unimportant.
Sit down.
I don't see how another 24 hours could hurt anything.
But I've looked everywhere. You know I have.
What is it, some new American fad?
And please don't tell anyone about coming to see us today.
the competition was turning out.
There. You take it. It’s all yours.
It could prove fatal for them as well as yourself.
Yes, he is. He was my brother.
- What did I say? - Serious.
- Wait a minute. - What?
They searched it thoroughly.
- [ Buzzing Continues ] - [ Laughing ]
but I had to find out your part in all this.
[ Bartholomew ] Bye.
And if I were you, I wouldn't stay in my pajamas.
Lord, you're obstinate.
You're a new man.
Umbrella frames. That's what he made.
- [ Sighs ] Hello. - HeIlo.
At least he knows how to behave at funerals.
were ordered behind the German lines...
Without the use of your hands. Are you ready?
- Would you mind seeing me to the door? - Of course not.
- As fast as you can get there. Ηurry, Mrs. Lampert. - I'm leaving right away. Good-bye.
Well, let's get busy.
Why should I be in any danger?
Come on, Jean-Louis. Come along. Oh, that's fine.
[ Screams ]
- What for? - Well, I wouldn't want to use that tub.
"The days pass very slowly, and I hope to see you soon.
Why don't you try it sometime?
- Adam Canfield? - Mm-hmm.
Where is it, lady?
- What's the matter? - [ Sighs ]
Stop right now, Mrs. Lampert, or I'll kill you.
called Den Gula Fyraskillingen...
Venez ici, step right up, ladies and gentlemen.
Look out.
Where's the money?
Doctor said it was bad for my thermostat. Mm-hmm.
I regret very much having to say this, but...
No. Not yet.
Whoa! Billet, monsieur.
You'll wreck your raincoat.
Will you put that thing away!
I told you I would. Come on.
I've got something here.
I was expecting you. I knew you would come.
- Ooh! - Does it hurt?
I'll get someone to fix up my suit quickly and take you out to dinner.
These few things are all that was found in the train compartment.
on the back of the neck.
Hmm. Now - Now, just a minute. Take it easy.
Eh -
- Have you any idea what these things cost over here? - Please go on, Mr. Bartholomew.
- You go home and think it over real careful like, you hear? - You're absolutely insane!
- Give me the stamps. Come on. - What's your first name today?
Obviously you're telling the truth...
Then he gets it out of your share.
Taxi!
- I'll take that. - My room's open.
[ Phone Buzzing ]
- Where is he? - Ηe's over in my room.
Whoever it is won't give up, and neither will I.
You mean you're a thief?
[ Grunting ]
I'll help you.
Why should I?
- Les effets de Lampert. - [ Man ] D'accord.
I don't want to be serious, and I especially don't want you to be.
- What are you doing? - Taking off my shoes.
You could at least tell me what your first name is these days.
[ Buzzing ]
which comes to 10 francs.
I can't think of any reason why he was killed.
la voix de thaïs dans la tête
- Oh, thank you. - Do we know each other?
- Yes? - Mrs. Lampert? Bartholomew.