MORRIS: Good afternoon, sir. Hello Mr Henson, everything going alright?
HARRY: This isn't a party, Morris. Get on with your report, please.
MORRIS: Sorry, sir. Well, I'm afraid I didn't manage to catch up with Hugo Peters. The point is -
HARRY: Damn it, why not? That's what you were there for!
MORRIS: Well, you see, we were delayed by having to talk to the elderly gentleman that Mr Henson wanted to interrogate. Of course, I'm sure he got plenty of very valuable information from him.
HARRY: Oh yes, very valuable, wasn't it, Henson? Let me see: he likes his tea with a slice of lemon in it, he lives with his unmarried sister, and he always takes his holidays in Madeira. Have I left anything out?
HENSON: Anyone can make a mistake, sir.
HARRY: Your ability to make mistakes has never been in question, Henson.
HARRY: Anyway, what about the other man? Have a look at this photo, by the way.
MORRIS: That's him, sir!
HARRY: I thought so. His name is Roger Temple, alias Peter Le Morg. He's wanted for drug-smuggling and attempted murder.
HARRY: Well, where is he now?
MORRIS: I followed him back to the Terminal Hotel.
HENSON: And how do you know he's still there, eh?
MORRIS: I left a plain-clothes man on duty there. I told him to inform us if anything happens.
HENSON: Oh!
HARRY: Are you beginning to learn something about elementary police work now, Henson? OK, no time to waste. I'm putting you in charge of the case, Morris.
HENSON: Hold on, sir! What about me?
HARRY: You'll be taking your orders from Morris, of course. Listen Henson, I'm doing this because Morris is the right man for the job; he's got brains and he uses them.
MORRIS: Thank you, sir.
HARRY: Well, off you go, then.
MORRIS: Where to, sir?
HARRY: Ah, yes. Peters will probably have gone to his daughter's house; the address is 26 Chernobyl Avenue.
