Footsteps in the Fog Page #7

- It was not my place to do so,

because it was a question of either blackmail...

...or murder.

- Quite right, Mr Macdonald.

Whether this letter is a forgery or not, I must

charge him with attempted extortion. Take him.

- You can't do that! It's his word against mine!

- And charge him.

Favouritism, that's what it is. Favouritism!

Beth, I know this has been a terrible ordeal

for you, but I had no alternative.

Really, David,

you're asking us to accept too much.

A short while ago you were defending Stephen.

- But not for the murder of his wife.

- I don't wish to discuss it any further.

Really, David, I think you must be insane

to have brought us here.

Please, Father, will you take me home?

Come.

- Miss Lily Watkins, sir.

I picked her up coming out of the Lowry house.

Sorry to have brought you here like this,

Miss Watkins,

but we want to discuss this letter with you.

Lily!

Lily... Lily!

Lily!

Burke!

Burke!

Burke!

- Mr Lowry, what happened?

- Go get the doctor.

Dr Simpson? I know where he lives.

Go inside. I won't be a moment.

- He's only around the corner.

- Hurry, Burke.

I'm afraid we owe you an apology,

Miss Watkins.

There's not the slightest resemblance between

your writing and the writing in this letter.

- There's no doubt that it's a forgery.

- I can go for the doctor now, sir?

- I'll get you a cab.

- He's awful sick, Miss Travers.

I'm so sorry, Lily. Really, David,

I hope you're satisfied with yourself.

You've not only humiliated me,

but also this poor girl.

- Please, sir, is it all right for me to go now?

- Certainly. I'm sorry you had to stay so long.

I'll go directly to him, Lily.

Are you coming, Father?

- Just one moment, Miss Travers.

- Oh, Miss Watkins.

- I hope you won't sue us for false arrest.

- Of course not.

Could you sign this?

Don't want to get us into trouble.

- Of course not.

- Your cab's ready.

Sign here, please, miss.

Well?

Miss Travers, I'm sorry, but...

it's very obvious now

that this is not a forged letter.

- It's not a forgery?

- This is Lily Watkins' true handwriting.

But... if it's not a forgery...

Well, then, it must be...

Oh, David.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Inspector.

I'm sure you will excuse us.

- I'm afraid it had to be done this way.

- Beth, let me take you home.

- Good night, Inspector.

- Good night, sir.

Make out a warrant

for the arrest of Stephen Lowry.

Have you ever seen this bottle before?

What are they doing with that bottle?

Don't touch me. Get away from me!

You murderess!

Oh... Oh, what's he talking about?

Mr Lowry claims that you've been poisoning him

and that you poisoned his wife.

Poisoned his wife?

But... But he...

I've been poisoning him?

Oh, he must be delirious.

I... Where did you find that?

I found this bottle in your room

along with all this other stuff here.

But you couldn't have done.

How could you have found it in my room?

Well, somebody must've put it there.

You...

It was you who put it there.

You planned this whole thing.

You've been giving that poison to yourself.

That's why you weren't getting any better.

All the time I was nursing you,

nearly going out of my mind with worry,

you've been planning to get me arrested

for trying to kill you. It won't work, you murderer!

Now, now, now. He's a very sick man.

I've done everything I can,

but as you planned, I was called in too late.

Too late?

Too late?

Oh... why did you take so long?

You said you'd only be five minutes.

Only... five minutes.

I... I timed it.

I thought it would be safe.

You mean he's?

There's nothing more I can do.

I've already sent for the ambulance.

I'm sorry, miss, but I must take you

down to the station for questioning.

There's just one thing I've got to know.

Did you plan this right from the start?

Did you always hate me this much?

You couldn't have said all those things

without meaning some of them, could you?

Wasn't anything true, ever? Not ever?

He's dead.

Come on now, miss.

Do you remember the other ambulance?

And I said it should have been me.

I wish it had been.

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