the right honorable john mowbray and his wife, lady helen. john is the son of lord mowbray. an elevated association. the duke of westminster is one of our loyal supporters. you could say that our influence extends as far as the palace. so it could well be the case that it was one of your loyal supporters who took a shot at you? the shots came from the door. it was pitch-black in here when the lights went out, but i heard the door open just before the shots were fired. someone coming in. or going out. right. on the subject of which, when can we leave? i have work to do in london. i would like to be gone by lunch. well, not possible, i'm afraid, mr. spencer. i just need everybody to be here for the time being. i see. can i ask you a question, mr. foyle? are you, by any chance, jewish? [door opens] you! yes, you. young woman... i want to speak to your commanding officer. you mean detective chief superintendent foyle, sir. i don't care what his name is. i want to leave this hotel. i'm afraid that's not possible. he gave strict orders that everyone-- do you know who i am? no, sir