You forgot one very important thing, Margaret...
your husband would divorce you, no doubt.
But my wife will never divorce me.
It may seem crazy to you, but you're going to search the train.
Down there, they look for you. Your friend come back.
Come back? But what happened?
You go see. She tell you.
All right Athleston, relax. The crisis is over. Come on, let's join the lady.
Miss Froy.
That isn't Miss Froy.
- Isn't it? - No.
- It's silly to say, but are you Miss Froy? - No, I am Madame Kummer.
She helped you into the carriage and went to see some friends.
As you spoke about an English lady she didn't connect her with Mme Kummer.
But she wasn't the lady. It was Miss Froy.
- Oatmeal tweeds, blue handkerchief... - Yes, it's all the same, but it isn't her.
When did you say you first met this Miss Froy?
Last night at the hotel.
- Was she wearing a costume like this? - Yes, I think she was.
Then I apologise. You did meet her.
But not on the train. In your subconscious mind...
you substituted the face of Mme Kummer with Miss Froy's.
But I didn't. I couldn't have, I talked to her here.
That's easily settled, there's a woman who said she saw her.
If the lady wouldn't mind.
What a gift of languages the fellow's got.
- Is this the woman you saw? - It isn't a bit like her, is it?
Yes, she's the woman.
- But it isn't. I tell you it isn't. - Are you sure?
- Perfectly. - She isn't. She isn't.
I'm so sorry to have troubled you.
Aren't you going to say anything?
- You might at least gloat. - What am I expected to say?
You only did it to save your own skin.
She was lying. I saw it in her face. They're all lying. But why?
Why don't you sit down and take it easy.
Do you believe this nonsense about substituting faces?
I think any change would be an improvement.
Miss Froy was on this train, and nothing will convince me otherwise.
Must you follow me round like a pet dog?
- A watch dog. I have better instincts. - Goodbye.
The Doctor was right. I never saw Miss Froy on the train.
- It didn't happen, I know now. - Glad you're taking it like that.
Forget all about it. Make your mind a blank.
Watch me, you can't go wrong.
What about a spot of something to eat?
- Anything. - That's right, come along.
- Would you like some air? - Thanks.
- Could you eat something? - I could try.
That's the spirit. You'll feel a different girl tomorrow.
I hope so. I don't want to meet my fiance a nervous wreck.
- Your what? - I'm being married on Thursday.
- You're sure you're not imagining that? - Positive.
- I was afraid so. Food. - I couldn't face it.
Do you mind if I talk with my mouth full?
If you must.
- Want to hear about my early life? - I don't think so.
Since you press me, I'll begin with my father.
It's remarkable how many great men began with their fathers.
- Something to drink? - No. Yes. A cup of tea, please.
One tea and no soup for the lady. My father was a colourful character.
Amongst other things, he was strongly addicted to you'll never guess.
Harriman's Herbal Tea.
- No, double scotches. - A million Mexicans drink it.
- Maybe, but Father didn't. - Miss Froy gave a packet to the waiter.
- A packet of what? - Harriman's Herbal Tea.
It was the only sort she liked.
We agreed you were going to make your mind a complete blank.
- It's so real. I'm sure it happened. - Did we or did we not?
We did. Sorry. Tell me about your father.
- My father was a very remarkable man. - Did he play the clarinet?
He did. In fact he never put it down unless it became absolutely necessary.
I couldn't help inheriting his love of music.
- Why not? - That was all he left me.
You're remarkably attractive. Has anyone ever told you?
We were discussing you.
- Yes, of course. Do you like me? - Not much.
I paid my father's debts and went away before they cashed the cheques.
I'm writing a book on folk dancing.
- Would you like to buy a copy? - I'd love to.
- When does it see the light of day? - In about four years.
- That's a very long time. - It's a very long book.
Do you know why you fascinate me?
I'll tell you. You have the great qualities I used to admire in my father.
You've no manners at all, and you're always seeing things.
- What's the matter? - Look!
- It's gone! - What's gone?
Miss Froy's name on the window.
You must have seen it. She's on the train.
Steady! Steady!
We've got to find her. Something's happening to her. Stop the train.
Listen everybody. There's a woman on the train, Miss Froy...
you must have seen her. They hide her somewhere.
I appeal to you all to stop the train.
Please help me. Please stop the train.
Do you hear me? Do something before it's too late!
I know you think I'm crazy, but I'm not. For heaven's sake, stop this train.
Leave me alone. Leave me alone.
Ten minutes late thanks to that girl.
Any more tricks and we shall be late for the last day of the match.
- You couldn't put it to her in some way. - What?
- People just don't vanish and so forth. - But she has.
What?
Vanished.
- Who? - The old dame.
- Yes. - Well?
- But how could she? - What?
- Vanish. - I don't know.
That just explains my point. People just don't disappear into thin air.
- It's done in India. - What?
The rope trick.
Oh that. It never comes out in a photograph.
In half an hour we stop at Morsken, just before the border.
I will leave there with my patient for the National Hospital.
If you will come with me, you could stay overnight in a private ward.
- You need peace and rest. - Sorry, nothing doing.
- Isn't there anything we can do? - Yes, find Miss Froy.
If she does not rest I will not answer for her.
It will be best if you persuade her. She likes you.
I'm as popular as a dose of strychnine.
If coated with sugar, she may swallow it.
Cosmopolitan train. People of all nations.
I've just seen at least a million Mexicans in the corridor.
Think over what Doctor Hertz said.
If you feel like changing your mind, I'll be around.
- What's all the mystery? - You're right.
Miss Froy is on the this train. I've just seen that packet of tea.
They chucked it out with the rubbish.
- You're late. She may be dead now. - Dead or alive...
Anyway, I remember once spending a bank holiday at Brighton...
Let's search this train. There's something definitely queer in the air.
It's a supply service for trunk murderers.
What's this?
- It's all right, It's only us. - Hurry up. Quickly.
Maybe it's Miss Froy bewitched.
I refused to be discouraged. Faint heart never found old lady.
- Do you know anything about her? - No.
Only that she is a governess going home.
- What is this thing? - Can't imagine.
There might be something down here.
- What on earth! - Our Italian friend.
I've got it. There. The Great Doppo.
- His visiting card. Look! - What's it say?
The Great Doppo. Magician, illusionist, mind reader...
he will appear in all the towns and cities. See his fascinating act...
- The Vanishing Lady. - The Vanishing Lady.
- Perhaps that's the explanation. - What?
- Maybe he's practising on Miss Froy. - Perhaps it's a publicity stunt.
No. That wouldn't account for the Baroness or Madame Kummer.
- What's your theory? - I don't know. My theory?
I'll tell you.
Oh dear. I can't get this one.
- Where are you? - Here with a smell of camphor balls.
- I can't see you. - I'm about somewhere.
- Here I am. Where are you? - I don't know.
That's what comes of not saying Abracadabra.
- Are you hurt? - Not much.
- Come and sit down over here. - What is this thing?
In magic circles, we cal it the disappearing cabinet.
- You get inside and vanish. - So I noticed.
- You were about to tell me your theory. - My theory.
My theory, dear Watson, is that we are in very deep waters indeed.
Thank you. Let us marshal our facts over a pipeful of Baker Street shag.
A little old lady disappears. Everyone that saw her says she wasn't there.
Right?
But she was. Therefor, they did see her. Therefor, they are lying. Why?
- I don't know. I'm just Watson. - Don't bury yourself it the part.
Because they daren't face an enquiry...
because Miss Froy's probably still somewhere on the train.
- I told you that hours ago. - So you did.
For that you shall have a trichonoply cigar.
There's only one thing left to do. Search the train in disguise.
As what?
- Old English gentleman. - They'd see through you.
Perhaps you're right.
Will Hay. "No, boys, which one of you has stolen Miss Froy? Own up."
- Those glasses. Give them to me. - Why?
- They're Miss Froy's. - Are you sure?
They're the same. Gold rimmed. Where did you find them?
- On the floor. The glass is broken. - Probably in the struggle.
Pick up the glass.
Do you realise that this is our first piece of really tangible proof?
That's the lot.
Will you give me those spectacles. They belong to me. My spectacles.
Yours? Are you sure?
Naughty. That's a very large nose for a very small pair of spectacles.
Is that the game? We'll see about that.
These are Miss Froy's glasses. She's been in here and you know it.
Well don't stand hoping about like a referee, co-operate. Kick him.
That doesn't help.
Quick, pull his ears back. Give them a twist.
¡ He's got a knife!
Get hold of it before he cuts a slice off me.
I can't reach it.
Well done.
We know how that thing works. Come out of there.
Is he out, do you think? We've got to hide somewhere.
- I wonder what's in here? - Hurry up!
It's empty. Bring him along.
- What's the matter? - Garlic. I'll be all right in a minute.
- Here, hold on to this. - Yes.
We know that Miss Froy was on this train...
and that our friend had something to do with it.
That ought to keep him.
Hard work, but worth it. Let's have the evidence.
- Evidence? - Yes, the glasses.
You've got them.
No, I haven't got them. He's got them.
He isn't there.
Snookered. It's a false bottom.
- The twister! He's a contortionist. - He's gone all right.
To find the others and make more trouble.
We can't fight the whole train.
- But who can we trust? - That's the snag.
- There's the Doctor Hartz person. - Yes, you're right. He might help.
- Let's tell him the symptoms. - All right. Wait a minute.
This is the one.
He's not there.
- I've had a particularly idiotic idea. - I can't believe that.
Suppose that patient in there is Miss Froy.
But it didn't come on the train until after Miss Froy had disappeared.
That's why it's an idiotic idea. Let's find the doctor.
- No, wait a minute. - What is it?
- Notice anything wrong with that nun? - No.
I don't think she's a nun at all. They don't wear high heels.
You're right. Did you see Mme Kummer get on the train?
No.
Supposing they decoyed Miss Froy into the luggage van and hid her.
At the first stop the patient comes abroad. Head injury, all wrapped up.
The patient is Madame Kummer and she becomes Miss Froy...
and Miss Froy becomes that.
But why go to all this trouble to kidnap a little harmless governess?
It isn't a governess at all. Perhaps it's some political thing.
Let's investigate.
You'll just have to put up with it in English.
Can we take a look at your patient, please? Thank you.
Keep an eye on the nun.
What are you doing here?
Why are you in here?
This is a most serious accident case. You have no business to be here.
We want you to undo the bandages and let us see your patients face.
Are you out of your senses? There is no face there.
Nothing but lumps of new flesh. The case has lost so much blood...
nothing but a transfusion can save him.
What do you want me to do? Murder my patient?
- You're sure that this is your patient? - We believe it's Miss Froy.
You can't be serious. What on earth put such ideas into your heads?
- I understand she is deaf and dumb. - But she may lip read.
That's possible. In that case, perhaps you will join me in the dining car?
I'll be with you in a moment. I want to be certain my patient hasn't been disturbed.
How do I know how they cottoned on? Somebody must have tipped them off.
- You never said the girl was English. - What difference does it make?
In a few minutes, I will order three drinks in the dining car.
Mine will be Chartreuse.
One of the stewards is working for us. Listen carefully.
There's that girl again.
Seems to have recovered. Lucky it blew over.
- You'll tell me what it's all about? - Have you actually seen your patient?
No, I received a message to pick the case up and operate at Morsken.
- How do you know its not Miss Froy. - We think there's been a change.
You think that someone has...
I want a green chartreuse. Won't you join me?
- I'll like a large brandy, please. - And you?
- Nothing, thank you. - It'll do you good.
You are very tired. It will pick you up.
- All right, just a small one. - 2 brandies and a Chartreuse.
Do you know anything about the nun who is looking after the patient?
Nun? No. She is from the convent where the accident occurred.
Don't you think it is curious that she's wearing high heeled shoes?
Is she? That is rather curious, isn't it?
A conspiracy. That's all it can be.
These people on the train say they haven't seen Miss Froy.
We know because in the luggage van...
She's off again!
Puts the lid on our getting back in time, if she did.
Then this fellow from the carriage, Doppo...
he came along and grabbed the glasses.
Then we went for him and had a fight.
- A fight? - We knocked him out.
- Seems to have made a speedy recovery. - Yes. That's just bluff.
How could he be involved in a conspiracy? Look at the poor fellow.
He's just a harmless traveller.
He's a musical artist on a tour of Bandrika.
The Baroness' husband is Minister of Propaganda.
One word from her and his tour would be cancelled.
I see.
And the stewards would got a nice cosy brick wall to lean against.
But tell me about the two English travellers.
- They also denied seeing her? - British diplomacy, doctor.
Never climb a fence if you can sit on it. Old Foreign Office proverb.
Why should someone want to dispose of the old lady?
That stumps us. All we know is she was on this train and now she's...
gone.
If you're right, it means the whole train is against us.
What are we going to do?
In view of what you've just told me, I'll risk examining my patient.
We mustn't act suspiciously. Behave as if nothing had happened.
Drink, that'll steady your nerves.
To our health. And may our enemies, if they exist...
be unconscious of our purpose.
Let's go. We must hurry now.
Come on, drink up.
Wait in here.
Right you are.
- Anything wrong? - Nothing.
Except they noticed you were wearing high heels.
But it makes no difference.
We shall reach Morsken in 3 minutes.
Quite an eventful journey.
Well?
Yes, the patient is Miss Froy.
She will be taken off the train in 3 minutes.
She will be removed to the hospital there and operated on.
The operation will not be successful.
I should perhaps explain that the operation will be performed by me.
I am in this conspiracy as you term it.
You are a very alert young couple...
but it's quite useless for you to think of a way out of your dilemma.
The drink you've had now, I regret to say, contained a quantity of Hydrocin.
Hydrocin is a very little known drug which has the effect...
of paralysing the brain and rendering the victim unconscious...
for a considerable period.
In a larger quantity, it induces madness.
However the dose was a normal one.
Soon you will join your young friend.
Need I say how sorry I am feeling to take such a melodramatic course.
But your persistent meddling made it necessary.
Are you all right? You must have fainted.
There is a woman next door going to be murdered...
and we've got to get moving before this stuff takes effect.
If you keep on the go you can stay awake.
Right, come on, let's get going.
It's locked.
We can't go that way. We'll be spotted.
- You can't do that! - Don't worry, it's only next door...
you carry on keeping fit, touch your toes...
stand your head, do anything but fall asleep.
You needn't be afraid, it is Miss Froy.
It's all right, you haven't been drugged.
He told me to put something in your drinks but I didn't do it.
Who the devil are you? He said you were deaf and dumb.
Never mind about that now, if you want to save her you've got to hurry.
What's gonna happen now?
Let's hold them off until past Morsken...
the frontier's a few miles beyond the station.
Come on, there's still time.
That's Morsken. Have you finished?
Come on, Miss Froy.
Come on kid, you're not drugged, I'll explain later. Abracadabra.
- Miss Froy, I can't believe it! - Thank you. Thank you very much.
Careful.
Ready?
Yes.
- Are you all right, Miss Froy? - Yes, thank you.
It's rather like the rush hour on the underground.
We're slowing down.
I'm sorry you've had such an uncomfortable journey, Miss Froy.
Get back on the train.
I hope nothing goes wrong.
Aren't we stopping rather a long time?
The ambulance is going. We'll be off in a jiffy.
Another couple of minutes, we'll be over the border.
I've been well paid and I've done dirty work for it...
but this was murder and she is an English woman.
- You are Bandrieken. - My husband was, but I'm English.
You were going to butcher her in cold blood.
Your little diversion made it necessary not only to remove the lady...
but two others as well.
You can' t do that.
It'd be fool to permit the existence of anyone who cannot be trusted.
- You wouldn't dare. I know too much. - Precisely.
I think we're over the border now.
You can come out, Miss Froy.
- Bless me. What an unpleasant journey. - Never mind.
You shall have a corner seat for the rest of the way. There you are.
Now that it's over, you ought to tell us what it's all about.
What was that scream?
- It was the train whistle. - It was the woman.
Be careful.
We're on a branch line and they've slipped the rear of the train.
Oh dear!
Why are these people going to these lengths to get hold of you?
I haven't the faintest idea. I'm a children's governess...
I think they've made some terrible mistake.
Why are holding out on us? Tell the truth.
You got us involved in this fantastic plot you might at least trust us.
I really don't know...
- Is there anyone else? - There's only the dining cart...
but there won't be anybody there now.
What do you make it, tea time? I'll go have a look.
Come on. We'd better stick together.
There's the old girl turned up.
Told you there was lots of fuss about nothing. Bolt must have jammed.
I've got something to say. Please listen.
An attempt has been made to abduct this lady by force.
I believe they are going to try again.
What's the fellow drivelling about?
Look out of the window. This train's been diverted to a branch line.
What are you talking about? Abduction, diverted trains...
- We're telling the truth. - I'm not interested.
You've annoyed us long enough with your ridiculous stories.
You've got hold of the wrong end of the stick.
- These things don't happen. - We're not in England now.
- I don't see the difference. - We're stopping.
You see those cars? They're here to take Miss Froy away.
Nonsense.
There go a couple of people.
The cars have come to pick them up.
Then why uncoupling the train and diverting it.
Uncoupling?
There's no train beyond the sleeping car.
There must be. Our bags are in the First Class carriage.
Not any longer. Would you like to take a look?
If this is a practical joke, I warn you I shan't think it very funny.
Good Lord!
Bring some brandy.
You don't suppose there's something in this fellow's story, Caldicott.
- Seems a bit queer. - People don't go about tying up nuns.
Someone's coming.
They can't possibly do anything to us. We're British subjects.
I have come to offer sincere apologies.
An extremely serious incident has occurred.
An attempt has been made to interfere with passengers on this train.
Fortunately it was brought to the notice of the authorities.
If you will accompany me to Morsken...
I will inform the British Embassy at once.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the cars are at your disposal.
We're grateful. It's lucky some of you speak English.
- I was at Oxford. - Really, so was I.
This woman is trying to say something.
I don't understand but it may be important.
- Would you... - Certainly.
- That's fixed him. - That's all right. He's only stunned.
- What did you to that for? - I was at Cambridge.
But you heard what he said, didn't you?
I heard what she said. That was a trick to get us off the train.
I don't believe it. The explanation was quite satisfactory.
This might cause a war.
I'm going to tell them it's up to us to apologise and put the matter right.
- You were right. Do you mind? - Certainly.
Looks as if they mean business.
It would mean an international situation.
It's happened before.
- They're coming. - Don't let them in. They'll murder us.
They daren't let us go now.
- I order you to surrender at once. - Nothing doing.
- If you come any nearer I'll fire. - I've warned you.
Better take cover. They'll start any minute now.
- Nasty jam. Don't like the look of it. - Got plenty of ammunition.
- Whole pouch full. - Good.
- Duck down, you. - I'm not going to fight. It's madness.
It's safer to protest down here.
They're trying to work round to the other side.
You're behaving like a pack of fools.
What chance have we got against those armed men?
You heard what the Mother Superior said.
If we surrender now, we're in for it.
We'll never get to the match now.
Give it to me. Give it to me.
- What's going on here? - He's got a gun and he won't use it.
I won't be a party to this sort of thing. I don't believe in fighting.
Pacifist? Won't work. Christians tried it and got thrown to the lions.
Come on, hand it over.
I'm not afraid to use it.
Probably more used to it. I once won a box of cigars.
He's talking rot. He's a good shot.
Hope the old hand hasn't lost it's cunning. I'm inclined to believe...
that there's some rational explanation to all this.
Rotten shot, only knocked his head off.
Would you mind if we talk for a minute?
- What, now? - Please, it's very important.
- Hang on to this for me, will you? - All right. I'll hold the fort.
It's safer along here. You come in too.
I just wanted to tell you that I must be getting along now.
You'll never get away. You'll be shot down.
I must take the risk.
If I'm unlucky and you get through, take back a message...
to Mr. Callendar at the Foreign Office.
- Then you are a spy. - I think that is such a grim word.
What is the message?
It's a tune. It contains, in code...
the vital clause of a secret pact between two European countries.
I want you to memorise it. The first part goes like this...
I'd better write it down. Let me a piece of paper.
I was brought up on music. I can memorise anything.
Very well.
The old girl's gone off her rocker.
Face it, those swines will go on firing till they kill us all.
For goodness sake, shut up, Eric.
Now we've got two chances instead of one.
- You're sure you'll remember it? - I won't stop whistling it.
- I suppose this is my best way out? - Yes, just about.
But even if you do get away they'll stop you at the frontier.
- We can't let her go. - You're taking a big risk.
In this sort of job one must take risks.
I'm grateful to you both for all you've done.
I do hope and pray no harm will come to you...
and that we shall all meet again.
- I hope so too. Good luck. - Good luck.
- Will you help me out? - Yes, rather.
Take the weight, on top, right you are, I've got you.
Goodbye.
- Was she hit? - I'm not sure.
- That's the end of my twelve. - There's not much left here, either.
We've only got one chance. We've got to get this train going.
Go back to the main line and try and cross the frontier.
That's a bit of a tall order.
Those drivers are not likely to do as you tell them.
We'll bluff them with this. Who's coming?
- You can count on me. - Me too.
We can't all go. You stay here...
If we have any luck we'll stop the train at the point...
- and you switch them over. - Okay.
You idiots, you're just inviting death.
I've had enough.
Just because I try and avoid being murdered...
I'm accused of pacifist. I'd rather be called a rat than die like one.
If we give ourselves up, they daren't murder us in cold blood.
- They're bound to give us a trial. - Stop gibbering.
- Nobody's listening to you. - You go your way, I'll go mine.
- Where are you off to? - I'm doing the only sensible thing.
Let him go if he wants to.
Don't please. Why aren't we going? Why aren't we going?
They said we were going. Why aren't we?
If only he can get us away now. He must.
Only one left. I'll keep that for a sitter.
They're moving away from the cars. They're coming towards us.
- Pity we haven't a few more rounds. - It's funny.
I told my husband when I left him that I wouldn't see him again.
Gilbert! Gilbert!
- By gad, we're off. - This gives us a chance.
Come on, keep going.
- Do you know how to control this? - I watched the fellow start it.
I know something. Once drove a miniature engine in Dymchurch.
Good. I'll look out for the points.
Blighters are chasing us. Look.
We can't have far to go.
It's time for me to change the points.
We shall be in neutral territory.
That's not necessary.
The points will not be changed over.
Please be seated.
There they are, just ahead of us. Do you think you can stop it?
Hope so.
You'll keep quite still until my friends arrive.
If anyone leaves, I shall have to shoot.
There's one thing you don't know.
There's only one bullet left, if you shoot me the others have a chance.
- You're in a difficult position. - Sit down please.
All right.
Where the devil's Charters?
Go ahead, she's done it.
It's all right, it's just my legs.
Or as they say in English, jolly good luck to them.
I'm glad that's over. Heaven knows what the government will say about it.
- Nothing at all. They'll hush it up. - What?
Take your hand off that thing. I've got to remember a tune.
Remember...
- Porter, sir? - No, thanks.
We're home, Gilbert.
Stop humming that awful tune. You must know it backwards.
I'm not taking any risks.
- Charles will be here to meet you? - I expect so.
You'll be pretty busy between now and Thursday.
I could meet you for lunch or dinner, if you'd like it.
Sorry, I didn't mean that.
I've got to deliver this theme song to Miss Froy...
and then I'm going to Yorkshire and finish my book.
I see.
- Ready? - Yes.
Ample time to catch the 6:50 to Manchester after all.
TEST MATCH ABANDONED FLOODS
- Any sign of Charles yet? - No, I can't see him.
Well, this is where we say goodbye.
What's the matter?
Charles?
Yes, you heartless, callous, selfish, swollen-headed beast...
- Are you going anywhere? - Foreign Office.
- Where are we going on our honeymoon? - Somewhere quiet.
Somewhere where there are no trains.
Mr. Callendar will see you now.
- Wait a minute. It's gone! - What's gone?
- The tune. I've forgotten it! - No! No!
Wait a minute. Let me concentrate.
No, that's the Wedding March.
It's awful. I've done nothing but sing it since that day.
Now I've forgotten it completely.
- Miss Froy! - Well, I'll be hanged.