Murder at the Gallop Page #4

- Mr Hector invited you? | - Yes.

- I hope you have a pleasant stay. | - Thank you.

Oh, by the way...

...don't tell the family | I was in the cottage yesterday.

It might hinder | the Inspector's enquiries.

- Oh yes, of course. | - Thank you.

Can I help you?

I was just admiring your boots.

They're quite beautifuI. | I'm really envious.

Thank you. Goodbye.

- Dear lady, feminine but practical. | - Thank you, Mr Enderby.

When I'm behind | a lady guest in jodhpurs,

I think it's a shame elegance seems | to have left the equestrian scene.

How graciously put.

Now for your preliminary canter.

Hello, George. | What are you staring at?

Come in, Rosamund.

What's so interesting there?

That old woman with Hector | found Uncle's body.

- She arrived here yesterday. | - What of it?

I don't like people | prying into my affairs.

You are nervous, aren't you? If you | see Michael, tell him I want him.

Don't go, Rosamund,

unless I make you nervous?

Why should you?

You know | how attractive I find you.

Yes, I know.

- Still only Michael? | - Of course.

It doesn't bother you | that he married you for the money?

He didn't marry me. | I was the one who decided.

I knew I wanted him | from the first moment I saw him.

- Do you always get what you want? | - Of course. I just take it.

You're a dangerous woman, Rosamund.

I hope you never want | anything of mine.

You mean like your money? | I don't at the moment.

Why were you so anxious to get it? | Did you want it that desperately?

Let's say I needed it pretty badly.

In trouble again?

What do you mean?

Clients sometimes give you money | to buy pictures, don't they?

What of it?

It's not the first time | you've borrowed some.

Shut up!

Don't get so angry. I don't care...

George, have you...

Oh hello, Rosamund.

I was looking for you.

I was looking for you too. | I want to go for a drive.

- I thought we were walking. | - I want to go for a drive.

All right. We might as well. | See you later, George.

Bye, George.

Thank you.

Are you comfortable, Miss Marple?

Perfectly, thank you.

Daisy will suit you.

When your seat is back, | we'll put you on something livelier.

Stand, Black Jack!

Come on, come on!

Come on, that's better. | You're nervous today.

CarefuI, sir, he's in an ugly mood.

I can handle him, Hillman.

He'll throw you, sir.

Nonsense! Are we ready, Miss Marple?

I am if you are.

He's high-spirited, | but he's no problem.

Are you, old boy? Come on, come on.

We shall have you in shape | in no time, Miss Marple.

A few days hacking | and then you'll be cantering...

- Hello, Hillman. | - Want something, Mr George?

Yes.

- I'd like to have a chat with you. | - I've got work to do.

Don't be insolent!

All I want is information | about Mr Hector and that old lady.

You'll get no information from me.

Why not? Are you hiding something?

No. Now perhaps you'll get out | and let me get on.

Now, calm down, Hillman.

I think that old lady is trying | to make trouble for Mr Hector.

- She'd better not. | - She might.

I think it would be worth your while | to watch her.

Whoa, boy! Whoa! Steady! Steady!

It's a car coming. | It seems to be unsettling him.

He can't stand them. | I don't blame him, they're a menace!

My foot! My foot!

Rosamund, that was Hector. | Are you trying to kill him?

- I was nowhere near him. | - You nearly hit him on purpose!

- What's wrong with you? | - Will you slow down.

There. Is that better?

What's all this about?

- What? | - You know darn well.

So I lied to the policeman | that morning about riding.

What difference does it make?

- It depends on what you were doing. | - I had some business in the city.

Did you? | I hope it was to say goodbye to her.

I don't know what you mean.

Don't you? It doesn't matter. | I know when you're lying.

- I'm not lying! | - Of course you're lying.

Like you lied | about where you were

when you went to see Uncle | on the day he died.

How did you know that?

I know everything about you.

I don't like having my movements | checked up on.

I mean that! Don't push me too far!

I like to know.

Did you think your fatal charm | might loosen his purse strings?

Something like that.

- Didn't they? | - No.

- That's all? | - Of course that's all.

Then why not say so?

After what happened, | people might think...

They might think | that Aunt Cora was right.

Yes, they might think that.

How's the foot now?

As well as can be expected | after being stepped on.

- I'll help you. | - That's not necessary.

I insist, Mr Enderby, and that boot | must come off immediately.

All right, Black Jack. Whoa.

Come on, Black Jack. | Easy, boy. Easy, boy.

Is he all right?

- Well done. | - I can manage now thank you.

I wouldn't dream of such a thing. | Come along, leg up.

Don't trouble yourself.

No trouble... and the longer you | wait, the worse the swelling will be.

I'll stand the whole thing | in cold water for an hour.

Useless, Mr Enderby.

Boot up.

This may hurt a little when I pull,

but be brave... be brave.

Come along now.

Take the strain.

Here we go.

Gently! Gently!

Nearly off, Mr Enderby.

Well, it wasn't too bad, was it?

- Oh, dear. Dear oh dear. | - What's the matter?

- The colonel won't like this. | - The colonel?

They're his boots. | I borrowed them this morning.

Some fool stable girl upset paint all | over mine.

Oh, did she?

No idea, of course, | how to get it off.

Mr Enderby, you'd be better occupied | bathing that foot.

Unless, of course, | you want it to swell even more.

Perhaps you're right. Be up like a | balloon in the morning anyway.

- What the devil are you doing? | - Mr Hillman, you startled me.

Why do you have those?

I'm merely admiring them. Fine old | English leather, strong yet supple.

Leave them alone from now on.

Hillman, that is no way to talk | to a lady. Get back to work.

I only came to tell you | Black Jack was back.

Don't worry about him. He's a surly | chap, but he's been here for years;

completely trustworthy.

Then his appearance is extremely | deceptive, Mr Enderby.

If you'll forgive me, | I really must have a rest.

Careless of me.

It's a family matter, | I won't discuss it in public.

We must not be disturbed | for the next half hour.

- Right. | - Are you going out, Miss Marple?

I always take a constitutional before | retiring, Mr Enderby.

All right. Put them in there.

You don't seem to understand. | I only want Uncle's picture.

That's just too bad because | I told Hector that I wanted it.

Why not auction all the stuff off, | divide it equally

and then there's no quarrelling.

- I'm not quarrelling, darling. | - It wouldn't fetch two pounds.

Are you sure? You're an art dealer.

Maybe you're the only one | who knows it is valuable.

It's not valuable. It just happens to | appeal to me that's all.

As she feels so strongly about it, | you'd better let her have it.

- After all, ladies first. | - Not in my book.

- It is in mine. | - Why don't you toss up for it?

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