
Murder Ahoy Page #6
You won't find it
as easy as you think.
I warn you, I was Ladies National
Fencing Champion in 1931.
In 1931, madam, I was Fencing
Champion of the Yangtze Flotilla.
En garde!
Inspector!
Salut, Miss Marple.
Now, I'm afraid,
the coup de grce.
Mr. Stringer!
Not this time, Miss Marple.
Touch, Mr. Stringer!
Well done! Well done.
I was so worried,
I just couldn't stay away!
My goodness, the Chief Inspector!
Quick, the hatch!
Allow me. Are you all right?
I was so concerned about you.
Captain, sir.
Sir!
I think they want you.
- Captain.
- Madam.
Please, there's no need for words.
Hilt towards me - guilty.
The end of my career.
Captain!
Your great grandfather's
Trafalgar sword!
Madam, I'll tell you something.
I never had a great grandfather
and I bought this
in Portsmouth market for 35s/6d.
I think you've misunderstood.
The hilt was towards you.
Yes, I know.
It means you're not guilty.
- Eh?
- No.
We Trustees must take responsibility
for all that happened.
- Not guilty?
- No.
Not...
I thought when the hilt was...
it's the other way around isn't it?
I never could get it right!
Not guilty!
Thank you madam, gentlemen.
Thank you very much indeed.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Not guilty.
Nevertheless, I shall
have to tender my resignation.
You see...
Just a minute.
Would you come in?
You see, Matron Fanbraid
wants to get married...
...and so do I.
We've been courting now,
underhand for far too long.
It is about 14 years, isn't it?
I fully realize that it is
a golden rule of the Trust
that there shall be no hanky-panky
between the sexes.
I see.
So we'll wish you a good day.
Come on, girl.
- Matron. Captain.
- Yes?
I think I speak
for all my fellow Trustees
when I say that golden rule
is hereby rescinded.
You're a fine sea dog, Captain,
but the Battledore could well do with
a woman's hand at the helm.
Sydney!
Alice.
Push off, for'ard.
Give way together, lads.
You know...
...the moment I clapped eyes on her
I said to myself,
"What an old darling!"
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