The Adventures of Tintin

The Castafiore Emerald - Part 2

Thundering typhoons!

This is outrageous!

These wretched stairs!

I could have been seriously hurt, just now!

Well... Blistering barnacles... I!

And such language, really, Captain!

Uh... I...!

You would never hear such disgusting language from madame Castafiore...!

Misericordia!

Has anyone seen my little gold scissors?

Ah! Lost your scissors, have you?

Well, I...!

Well, look for them!

They didn't grow wings and fly away, did they?

No, madame...

Signor Wagner!

Where do you think you're going?

I... er... well... I...

This is not a time for a stroll in the country!

As my accompanist, I expect perfect technique.

I want to hear you practicing your skills

all day long! - Yes, Signora.

And I suggest you get that step fixed

before someone gets hurt, Captain Hammock...!

Whew!

Hello! Is this the stone mason?

Ah... Mrs Bolt?

Oh, you're the man up at the Hall.

Said he'd stop by, did he?

No... Mr. Bolt isn't here...

Young people! Always in a hurry!

Oh dear! I can't find

my little gold scissors anywhere!

Uncle Mateo, look!

Aren't they pretty! Oh, God...

Where did you get those, Miarca?

I found them.

Help!

Help!

What's the matter?

There was someone in my room! I heard footsteps!

Mercy! My jewels!

Thank goodness! They're safe!

The window was locked tight.

You must've had a bad dream.

Go back to bed. There's nothing to worry about...

We'd better look around, Snowy.

Maybe there is an intruder on the estate...

That might explain the missing scissors.

That must be coming from the Gypsy camp...

What haunting music!

We'd better be getting back, Snowy.

Aaa...! ahahaha! An owl!

Well, everything seems okay, Snowy.

Let's go back in.

Aaa...!

Great snakes!

My emerald!

Someone's tripped on the step again.

Strange! No one here...

And yet the piece of marble came loose alright...

Help!

What's going on?

I don't know... we'd better investigate!

My emerald!

Oh, my emerald!

What happened, Senora?

The emerald that the Maharajah of Gaipal gave me...

is gone, stolen!

My emerald!

Think back carefully, Senora!

Are you sure you didn't misplace it?

No, no!

I put my jewel case on the dressing table over there!

I opened it to admire my treasure.

Then I left the room for about 15 minutes.

When I came back the emerald was gone!

It may have fallen down somewhere.

Impossible, it was inside the case.

Well, in that case, I guess...

Nothing here!

Eh... I guess we better call the police.

Why would Wagner have fresh mud on his shoes

if he was practicing his scales all morning?

And I'd still like to know who just fell on that broken step?

Woww...!

In short... if the theft were committed by someone in the house...

then there are 6 suspects.

Irma, Wagner, Nestor, Calculus, Tintin...

and of course you, Captain...

Are you suggesting...

Wait! Three of you can be ruled out.

You, Captain, because you can't go upstairs in your wheelchair,

Tintin who was with you,

and Wagner who was playing the piano in a marathon.

Yeah! Same scales over and over and over again...

That leaves Irma, Nestor and Professor Calculus.

You must be out of your mind!

If not, then who!?

Perhaps someone we haven't thought of, or someone we don't even know...

Perhaps. Meanwhile... with your permission...

we'll question each of the suspect separately and

and in private. - And furthermore...

If you insist, I'll send Nestor in, but you're wasting your time.

Where were you at the time of the crime?

I was raking the path on the garden near Professor Calculus

when I heard Signora Castafiore scream.

I looked up at the windows and...

Aha...! You admit you could...

see the windows from where you were!

Certainly, Sir.

I dropped my rake and hastened towards the house.

You hastened then...

Ah, hastened!

Uh... yes...

I was busy sewing in my room...

when I heard Madame screamed.

I rushed into her room...

just in time... to catch her in my arms...

as she fainted...

Aahh..., but your mistress spent...

15 minutes outside the room!

You had time

to enter her room...

take the emerald...

and throw it out the window

to an accomplice... say, Nestor, for example!

Right! Admit it!

Help! Help!

Irma! Stop!

What's going on?

These beasts have accused me

of stealing Madame's emerald!

Do you really accuse her?

Er... there is... Well... Sort of!

It's a police trick that sometimes works.

After all...

police work is a tricky business.

Please send in Calculus!

Very well, but if I were you, I'd try a different approach this time.

Enough said. Is it true that

Nestor was near you when

Signora Castafiore screamed?

I've been told what happened, and

I'm heartbroken for the dear lady.

Just look at my pendulum!

Ehm... well... er... well...

to repeat my question...

Exactly!

It's swinging to the South-East.

In fact, it's pointing in the direction of the Gypsy camp.

Gypsy camp!

The gypsies are our villains

without a shadow of a doubt!

You've no right to suspect them just because they're gypsies, you know!

Furthermore, I expect they've bolted by now.

I don't think so... Huh?

- What's the matter? - They have left!

But they were here yesterday!

I told you so!

They took the emerald and ran.

But they won't run far.

The emerald must be here.

The emerald's not here.

You see? Nothing?

We are not thieves.

Nevertheless...

we're obligated to search every last caravan.

Furthermore...

the last caravan must be searched. - Precisely...

No! You can't come in here!

Aha! Now we've got you!

No! Stop! Wait!

- Hey! Get off my hat! - No, stop!

Miserable beast!

How about these gold scissors?

Where did they come from?

I found them! They're mine!

Haha... likely story!

You stole them.

They belong to Miss Irma.

She reported the theft before we came here.

I found them! Lying under a tall tree by the river.

Officer! This is stolen property.

The emerald is bound to be nearby.

And there's the guilty party!

I'm sure those gypsies are innocent.

Me too. But the scissors they found are not going to help.