Confession of Guilt

Yes, Max. Paula. Remember? Why? This is nice. You didn't expect to see me back, did you? So soon. Well, it's after office out. That's right, Max. No one around. What's on your mind?

Do I have to draw a map? What the... Don't move. Where did you get that? Stay right where you are, Max. You wouldn't... You wouldn't shoot. Listen, I'm sorry over the way things turned out. It's been tough for me.

It's been tough. And now it's going to be tough for you. Pull it! You wouldn't? The BBC presents a case for Dr. Morel. Another adventure by Ernest Dudley, with Cecil Parker as the famous Dr. Morel, and Sheila Sim is his secretary Miss Fred.

Confession of guilt. Oh! Thought he was a lovely evening, Dr. Morel. I have invited. So glad, Miss. And your speech was absolutely fascinating. What a shame and speculative was called away in the middle of it.

I noticed a way to speak to him and he left the table. He didn't come back either. Some urgent matter has arisen, no doubt. Oh, he'd have been thrilled here all you said. Everyone else was.

Except the old die-hards who didn't know what I was talking about. Look, a police car. I had already noticed it. Outside this office? Well, I wondered. Wow, I knew the driver. He drives Inspector Hood.

Good evening, Miss Freil. Good evening, Dr. Morel. Hello. Good evening. Is something going on? Nothing very special. Suicide. Oh, yeah. Who comes from a big deal that Inspector Hood was at? Hmm, the legal and medical dinner.

He got called away to do this little job. I see. Oh, he comes in Inspector Hood now. Hello, Mr. Braille. I'm sorry to have to leave in the middle of your speech, Dr. Morrell. I'm gratified to learn it was business and not boredom that was responsible.