He pulled himself across the floor using this wire. How else could he have avoided our radar field?
He did? ... Yes, how else! Hmm. Of course he would have needed a very slippery floor to do that.
Therefore the wax.
The wax? ... AGHH! [Clouseau slips on the waxed floor and falls to the ground]
Are you alright, Inspector?
[on his knees]
Of course I'm alright. I'm... examining the wax. [sniffs the wax on the floor] Have you taken a sample of this wax?
Wax is wax!
See, this is where you are wrong. Wax is NOT just wax. In this case it is a clue. French wax, English wax, domestic wax...
Ah, the Inspector is right. Have the wax tested immediately.
[grabbing a mechanical arm from the jewel stand]
It is my guess that you will find it is English wax.
Why?
Because your thief is an Englishman.
How do you know that?
It is my business to know that. He is Sir Charles Phantom, the notorious Lytton.
The Phantom?
Yes, one and the same.
