Colonel March Investigates1955

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] ; 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]