Is there a Mrs. Canfield?

Is there a Mrs. Dyle?

Viens, Jean-Louis. Let us make a walk. I've never seen a Rothschild before.

No, everything's here. The police have kindly provided us with a list.

It is only a guess, of course.

Not a very large turnout, is it?

Passport? What kind of a proof is that?

- Mine's Regina Lampert. - Is there a Mr. Lampert?

Something on that bed is worth a quarter of a million dollars.

That all he needs is a codebook, a cyanide pill and he's in business.

For a few minutes they were mine. That is enough.

He says, "I'm a truthful Whitefoot." But which is he?

A third of nothing is nothing. Just think about that.

- At least you're honest. - Ηmm. Is there a Mrs. Joshua?

- Oh, come on, open the door. - This is a ludicrous situation.

If the police find him first, they're not going to turn over that quarter of a million to us.

Yes, it was a dumb move, Ηerman. What is the matter with you?

I'll give you a chance, Dyle, which is more than you'd give me.

- Adam Canfield is a crook, and I want to know why. - WeIl, it's simple.

Take me a while to get used to your new name. What is it?