- Insp. Ames: The radiator! Now why didn't I think of that?
- Col. March: My dear Ames. Please don't embarrass us both by forcing me to answer that question.
- Maj. Rodman: There was a table in the middle of the room and on this table I noticed a pair of gloves and a gun, when suddenly...
- Insp. Ames: The gloves got up and made a pot of tea...?
- Maj. Rodman: You still think I'm mad, do you?
- Col. March: [opening narration] I saw a city of many faces. One a Queen's of courtly graces; one a clown, his tearful grin; one a child, and one for sin. I've been inside these hidden places and seen behind these many faces. But what was behind this face
- [shows mask]
- Col. March: ; this mask, this idiot expression made by the thousands to be sold to small children? I saw it and I was participating in a witches' sabbath in the refined heart of a quiet London bank. Now it lies, this strange object amongst others equally strange, equally each an eerie reminder of a crime so fantastically bizarre, so unbelievable, so frankly impossible as to belong nowhere in the cool, logical confines of Scotland Yard, except in its own most unlikely department, D.3.; known to some as the Department of Queer Complaints - and Colonel March. At your service
- [bows to camera]