Evil Under the Sun Page #4

Of course you're not!

How ridiculous!

Arlena and I are just good friends,

that's all!

I don't believe you!

Please, let's just go away.

I absolutely refuse.

Here we are and here we stay!

- If you don't like it you can...

- Yes, what can I do?

Well, I'm looking forward to having

a nice little chat with you, Patrick.

Oh, Myra, that is so beautiful.

- How's your drink?

- Incredible.

How are you?

Too much sun?

Good!

That's enough, Linda.

It's adult time. Off to bed.

Come on, darling. Let her stay.

She is on holiday after all.

Scram, Cinderella.

You're the top

You're the Colosseum

You're the top

You're the Louvre Museum

You're the nimble tread

Of the feet of Fred Astaire

You're the National Gallery

You're Garbok salary

You're camemben'

You're the Nile

You're the Tower of Pisa

You're the smile on the Mona Lisa

I'm a worthless cheque, a total wreck

A flop

But if, baby, I'm the bottom

You're the top

You're the top

You're a new invention

You're the top

You're the fourth dimension

I'm a frog without a log

On which to hop

But if, baby, I'm the bottom

- Sorry.

- You're the top

That was terrific!

Isn't she wonderful?

Wonderful!

Wonderful!

Mademoiselle!

Abracadabra!

I know how you did that.

The egg's in your top pocket.

I'm not five years old,

you know.

- Been for a bathe, darling?

- What's it look like?

Darling, there is no

need to be snappy

just because you went to bed

bright and early last night.

I always keep mine

behind my ear.

What?

Oh, there you are!

I was looking for you.

I'm going sketching at Gull Cove.

Would you like to come?

Yes, I'd love to.

I'll see you down in the hall

in ten minutes.

Ah, hello, Mr Poirot.

Monsieur Poirot,

just the man!

Would you be very kind

and help me push this out?

You require assistance,

madame?

It's like trying to launch

the Mauritania.

Without the Champagne!

Thank you so much.

Oh...

And, Monsieur Poirot, please

don't tell anyone where I've gone.

- Everyone will keep following me about.

- Everyone, madame?

Perhaps some people more than others,

but I just want to be alone.

- Voil.

- Enjoy your swim.

There she goes.

Not a care in the world!

I'll make her care.

Oh, what do you know about care?

If it'd been up to you,

the good Samaritan would've passed by

on the other side.

I have an idea,

but I need to work it out.

Well, don't forget about my cousin,

Hatty Heimenheimer.

It took her so long

to "work out an idea",

they finally had to stash her away

in the booby hatch!

Odell?

Odell?

- Hey, hey, hey. Where's the fire?

- Sorry.

- Have you had your breakfast?

- Had a piece of toast.

Linda, you really are naughty.

Andreas goes to all the trouble of

preparing decent English breakfasts

instead of those weedy

continental things and you eat toast.

I'm sorry, I just wasn't hungry.

What's the matter?

Is it Arlena?

- She's so beastly.

- You don't want to worry about her.

Things have a habit

of working out.

- I promise you.

- Yes, if you make them.

Would you like to come for a

stroll to the lighthouse?

This must be my lucky day.

I've never been in such demand.

I'd like to, but I can't.

I've got a date

to go sketching with Christine.

That's alright.

I'm glad to see you're making friends.

- Good morning, Kenneth.

- Ah, good morning.

Morning, darling.

There's a letter for you.

The boatman brought it over.

Ah, thank you.

Seeing your daughter

has just turned me down,

would you like to come for a walk with

me, before my staff meeting at 11:30?

I'd love to, but I'm afraid I can't.

This must be answered straight away.

This isn't my lucky day, Linda.

You can't get away from me at 12:30.

We're playing tennis. Remember?

I remember.

By the way, Linda,

have you seen your mother?

- No, thank God.

- Linda, I won't tell you again...

Clean it, clean it.

Don't just lean on the thing.

Here we all are.

Well... Well, what a...

colourful outfit!

Oh! Oh,

I'm so glad you like it.

Linda and I

are going off sketching, Mr Marshall.

Don't worry, I'll take good care of her.

See you on the tennis courts at 12:30.

- Bye, Daddy.

- Have a nice time.

Morning, Poirot.

Been swimming?

- You saw me?

- No.

Yes, I have been swimming!

There's nothing like the shock of

cold water and rhythmic movement

to stimulate the

little grey cells.

Yes, of course. I don't suppose

you've seen my wife about, have you?

- Madame Marshall?

- Hmm.

- What, she rose so early?

- She's not in our rooms.

Oh, by the way, I was looking for

that fellow Redfern earlier.

I don't suppose you've seen him?

Is someone taking my name in vain?

A very good morning to you, gentlemen.

What kind of paintings do you do,

Mrs Redfern?

- Call me Christine.

- Thank you.

Hi, Patrick! Going for a spin?

How about taking me along?

Er... well...

What time is it, dear?

Five to 12.

Lord, I must fly.

I'm playing tennis at 12:30.

That's a fine boat!

I think it belongs to

Sir Horace Blatt.

Odell and I were on it once, I think.

Look. I wonder who that is.

You know exactly who it is,

you naughty boy!

Would you be a sport

and take the boat back?

I'll come back with Arlena,

I'll walk.

Are you kidding?

I don't know how to work this thing.

Look, it's simple,

this lever puts you in gear

and all you have to

do is steer.

Well, just this once.

But don't get me involved.

You're a sport.

Boo!

Hey, come on,

wake up!

Oh, my God!

What's the matter?

She's dead!

She's been murdered!

- Strangled!

- Strangled?

- It's just not possible.

- We'd better get some help!

- I'll go. You'll stay with the body.

- Are you kidding? I can't do that!

You're right. The murderer

may still be about somewhere.

- Can you make it back to the hotel?

- In a flash. This thing's no problem.

You'd better hurry!

Madame Marshall

has been strangled.

There are contusion marks on the head

and the neck. This much is evident.

We must now send for the police

and acquire a doctor

in order to establish the time of death.

Have you ever met a Tyranian doctor,

Monsieur Poirot?

The limit of their skill is determining

the fitness of an ox to pull a cart.

That may be so, madame, but

Dear Monsieur Poirot,

a word in your ear.

The whole world knows that you are a man

of enormous discretion and gallantry,

a man not only privy to the secrets of

kings and prime ministers,

but also a man who would never willingly

stand by and see a lady in trouble

without rushing to her aid.

I appeal to you now, as just such

a frail woman, in need of help.

In fact I throw myself

on your mercy.

Couldn't we make this

a private investigation?

You know how peculiar people can be

about a spot of murder.

The scandal of a

famous stage star...

...being murdered here

would ruin my hotel.

I'm very sorry, madame,

but there is no way to avoid

this becoming an official matter.

In due course of time,

of course I quite agree,

when it can be released

in the proper manner.

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