Crooked House Page #8

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I can't find it anywhere.

Well, have you tried

the tree house?

I know you took it.

You hate it.

All right, little lady,

calm down.

I'll find it.

Lady Edith,

I'm afraid your results

do not bode well.

How long?

Hard to tell.

Maybe a few months.

There is a promising

new experimental treatment.

I don't want other treatments.

It's over, isn't it?

Well...

Always leave a party

at its height,

when you're most enjoying it.

Nanny, milk's boiling!

I'll be off now,

if that's all right,

Mr. Hayward.

Yes. I'll lock up.

Thank you.

So many people called today.

Good night.

Come in.

Nanny's made your hot chocolate.

I hate hot chocolate

and nanny knows it.

She only makes it for me

so she--

So she can drink it herself.

I know.

Why are you so angry, Josephine?

I'm bored.

And I can't find my notebook.

It's okay.

We'll find it.

Charles Hayward.

It's all quiet here, sir.

I was the one who brought

the mug up to Josephine, but--

But nanny prepared it.

But if she made it

for Josephine,

why did she drink it?

In time to say goodbye,

Mr. Hayward.

Where are you going?

London airport.

Close the gates!

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

- We'll miss our flight.

- We understand

how difficult this is,

but Roger and I are leaving

so we can lead our lives.

Why on earth would we want

to poison a nice old woman

who had never done us harm?

Perhaps she wasn't

the intended target.

Oh, excuse me?

Hold on, Mr. detective.

Can you prove anything?

Can you prove

it wasn't a heart attack?

Or a suicide?

Are you sure she was poisoned?

The coroner is working on it

as we speak.

Nobody gets to leave here

without my express permission.

Clemmy, call my lawyer.

I want to check

if Chief Inspector Taverner's

conduct is within the law.

No one can bully us

into spending another day

in this house!

Josephine, you're safe now.

You're with mommy and daddy.

We'll take care of you.

Ah. Mr. Hayward, you must be

some sort of magician. Every

time we make you disappear,

you keep popping back up.

I need to talk to Josephine.

Well, who doesn't these days?

She'll be on a plane

to Lausanne tonight.

Nanny's been poisoned.

Just like grandfather.

Isn't it exciting?

Good god.

Well, aren't you

the least bit upset?

I thought you liked nanny.

Not particularly.

Oh.

She was always scolding me

about something. She fussed.

And I'm sure

she stole my notebook.

Josephine, is there anyone

you're remotely fond of?

I love aunt Edith very much.

Well, what about us?

Josephine.

Excuse me.

Won't take a moment.

Well, what about us?

Really.

- You're hurting me!

- Now, Josephine,

you and I,

we are both solving this case.

Aren't we?

I haven't got my notebook.

Don't worry about that.

What exactly do you know?

I know lots of things.

Of that I have no doubt.

But you know

who put something in your

hot chocolate, don't you?

And you know who poisoned

your grandfather.

And you know who cut the ropes

from your tree house.

Right. Well, now is the time

for Holmes

to enlighten not only Watson,

but Lestrade.

I shan't tell the police

anything.

They're stupid.

They thought Brenda had done it

or Laurence.

I wasn't stupid like that.

I knew jolly well

they hadn't done it.

I had an idea

who it was all along,

and then I made a kind of test.

And I know I'm right.

Now, you listen to me.

I dare say

you are extremely clever.

It won't be much good to you

if you're not alive

long enough to enjoy the fact.

Don't you understand,

you foolish child,

that so long as you insist

on keeping your little secrets,

you put yourself

in imminent danger?

Of course I do.

But in some books,

person after person is killed.

And you end by spotting

the murderer because he or she

is practically

the only person left.

We must wait and see

what happens next.

This isn't a detective story,

for chrissake!

Two people have been murdered.

I'm gonna make you tell me

what you know

if I have to shake you

until your teeth rattle!

There you are, Charles.

Lady Edith.

Josephine and I, we were

just having a little chat.

Of course. And everybody

is a bit tense today,

which is quite understandable

under the circumstances.

Charles...

Mm.

Chief Inspector Taverner

and the coroner

are looking for you.

I understand they're making

significant progress.

Right, well...

Don't worry,

I'll keep an eye on her.

Lady--

I know, Charles.

Let me handle this.

Yes, of course.

Now...

What do you think

about going into Longbridge

and having an ice cream soda?

Yes.

I understand

you're making progress?

We'll have to wait

for the analysis report.

You do have a theory, though?

Well...

Considering the symptoms,

and the fact that it needs to be

a rather common

and accessible poison,

my educated guess

would be cyanide.

Why would anyone have cyanide

in their house?

Apart from killing people,

you mean?

Heh, yeah.

Moles.

Moles?

Cyanide is used to kill moles.

Sorry, Lady Edith, no one's

permitted to leave the estate.

I know.

But Chief Inspector Taverner

has decided

it would be more appropriate

if she were out of the house

for the next hour or so.

Until the corpse

has been removed.

I mean, he doesn't believe

that a 12-year-old little girl

or a feeble old woman

on her last legs

could be the murderers.

Do you agree, sergeant?

Sorry.

We've all been a bit on edge.

I'll get them out of the way.

Of course.

- All right.

- Move them out the way.

Charles?

Look.

What are you doing?

It's Josephine's diary.

Edith is trying to destroy it

by burying it in quicklime.

And there's cyanide up there.

What? What is it? What?

Aunt Edith's just left

three gables.

She took Josephine.

That's aunt Edith's handwriting.

Get in the car.

It's so annoying.

I can't find my notebook

anywhere.

You haven't seen it, have you?

Oh, my darling.

I love you more

than you'll ever know.

Has Lady Edith left the estate?

She left with the girl.

Where?

That way. Why?

Get those people out of the way!

Move! Get out the way!

Move! Get back! Now.

What does it say?

"I, Edith Jane de Haviland,

confess to the murder

of Aristide Leonides."

God, Josephine.

Josephine, I have a confession.

What is it?

We are not going for ice cream.

Would you like to know

where we're going?

Well, yes.

I am taking you

to your new ballet lessons.

Ballet lessons?

Oh, aunt Edith.

But I haven't got

my ballet slippers.

Why didn't you say?

I think they'll have everything

we could possibly want

once we get there.

I wish grandpapa could see this.

Why would aunt Edith want

to kill grandpapa and nanny?

She's not a psychopath.

I don't think it was Edith.

Not Edith?

Maybe there's something

in Josephine's notebook.

Read it out loud.

Uh...

"I'm so bored."

Something needs to happen

in this house.

"So today I..."

Oh, my god.

Go on.

"So today I--

I killed grandpapa."

...grandpapa.

And I enjoyed it very much.

I certainly had a good reason

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