Murder at the Gallop Page #6

- Hector, now can I have the picture? | - No.

Nobody else wanted it | but George and he's dead.

I told you why, | I'm keeping it myself.

You are please to take this | to London to the art dealers.

They will appraise it | and get it back here quickly.

If it'll help.

I'm hopefuI it will not only help but | clinch the whole matter.

- You've made real progress. | - Yes. We're near the end.

- You know who did it? | - I think so.

- Oh, good. Who? | - I can't tell you that at present.

- Miss Marple, please be carefuI. | - Of course I'll be carefuI.

You see you don't get yourself | arrested, that's stolen property.

Stolen property!

Mr Enderby, you quite startled me. | Won't you come in?

Thank you. I was about to knock.

- You know Mr Stringer? | - I haven't had the pleasure.

I'm sorry. Mr Enderby, Mr Stringer.

Always delighted to meet any friend | of Miss Marple's. How do you do?

How do you do? Well, goodbye.

- You're not leaving on my account? | - No, no.

- An errand in London. | - What a shame.

I was hoping you'd stay | for our dance.

Isn't that a good idea | and you are so fond of dancing.

- I am? | - You know you are.

Why don't you | return here after London?

Yes, perhaps I could do that.

Perhaps you'd like | to leave your parcel?

- He'd never be parted from that. | - No.

It's time you got started. The sooner | you go, the sooner you'll get back.

True, true. | It's been very nice to meet you.

The pleasure was mine.

What a charming man.

Is he by any chance in the same line | as my cousin George was?

- What line would that be? | - He's an art dealer.

Oh, what can have | put that into your head?

I'm not sure really. Perhaps | it was the parcel he was carrying.

- It rather suggested a picture. | - Oh, no.

Mr Stringer is custodian | of the local library.

Do you know anything about pictures?

Just a little.

I can't tell | a good one from a bad one.

I'd rather value your opinion | on some my uncle left me.

- My knowledge is rather limited. | - Surely just an opinion?

You're welcome to that, | but at some other time.

This afternoon, I'm afraid I want | to rest. I'm not feeling very well.

Oh dear, | and I'm making a nuisance of myself.

- Not at all. | - You must rest.

Must have you fit | for the dance tonight.

I'm looking forward | to a whirl or two with you.

You dance beautifully, Miss Marple.

Why thank you, Mr Enderby. | So do you.

Well, my foot holds me back a bit, | but I manage.

Indeed you do.

I hope you understand | about the dance.

It's not that I'm unfeeling about | George, but we always have it.

Naturally you have to consider | your guests.

- Care for another whirl? | - Of course, Mr Enderby.

- We'd better sit this one out. | - Oh, dear.

DreadfuI, not dancing at all.

One must be tolerant of the young, | Mr Enderby.

My mama was horrified when she saw me | doing the Charleston in public.

That was quite different, besides | I'm sure you danced it beautifully.

Ah, there's Mr Stringer.

As it happens, | this is his favourite dance.

Mr Stringer!

I found out...

I was just saying | that this is your favourite dance.

- Shall we? | - Dance?

Naturally. You'll excuse us won't | you, Mr Enderby. Come along.

- Miss Marple, I don't think... | - Do your best.

This is the only way | I could get you alone.

What did you find out?

You were right, Miss Marple. | It's worth at least 50,000.

I knew it! | Then it was that picture after all.

It certainly was.

Excellent. | We can now proceed with certainty.

- Proceed where, Miss Marple? | - To trap the killer.

Was Inspector Craddock in the foyer?

Yes.

Then, I think, a little livelier...

...and don't be alarmed | if I suddenly pretend to be ill.

- Hmm? | - Now then...

Hot it up!

Help me to a chair.

I shall be quite all right, really. | No need to fuss.

The doctor warned you | after that last heart attack.

Did he?

- If I could just lie down. | - Shouldn't I get a doctor?

- The police doctor will be quicker. | - Yes, sir.

She's got to lie down immediately. | Where's her room?

Well, upstairs.

She can't manage any stairs. | Isn't there a room on this floor?

There's a small back room, | but she'd be all alone.

Good. | She needs complete rest and quiet.

- Miss Marple, if we helped you... | - Yes, perhaps.

Easy...

I am so sorry to give you | all this trouble, Mr Enderby.

Don't be foolish, dear lady. | We're worried about you.

Oh, I'll be fine. Fine.

Mr Stringer, won't you sit down?

She'll be all right, | I'm sure she will.

How is she?

- Not very good. | - Will she be all right?

Doctor, could I see her?

No, Mr Stringer. | She mustn't be disturbed.

I won't risk moving her | until the morning.

You haven't answered my question. | Will she be all right?

I hope so, | but it's a pretty severe attack.

She's not to be disturbed.

If I can speak to her before we go...

Absolutely not. | She's to have complete rest.

She wanted to tell me | about a painting.

She can tell you in the morning, | if she's any better.

- I've got to insist. | - You can insist all you like.

She's my patient | and no one goes near her.

Any disturbance | would probably be fatal.

Now, I suggest you all get to bed. | Good night.

Miss Marple, are you awake?

Wake up! Wake up!

It's me, Cora. I've come back.

Yes, Cora. I've been waiting for you.

You've come for your picture.

Yes, you stole it!

I only borrowed it, my dear.

I have it right here.

Allow me to return it to you...

...Miss Milchrest!

- You're not ill? | - I've never felt better in my life.

There's nothing wrong | with your heart?

I should have guessed it was a trick.

Foolish of me...

How did you know?

I've seen you before, | at the reading of the will.

By impersonating Cora,

you planted the suspicion that | old Enderby was murdered.

So when you killed Cora,

it looked as if someone in | the family did it to keep her quiet.

I fooled them all. | Not one of them dreamt I wasn't Cora.

So then you had to kill | George Crossfield too.

It was clever of me, wasn't it?

All this for nothing.

No. Not all for nothing, Miss Marple.

You're the only one left who knows.

You're not so clever after all, | Miss Marple.

Nor was Cora, the fool!

The picture is worth a fortune | and she didn't even know it.

She was so stupid, she said | I could have it when she died

because I admired it.

You won't get away with it this time.

Oh yes I will.

In a few minutes, I shall be harmless | Miss Milchrest again.

Inspector! Help!

- Oh, please don't touch me! | - All right, Bacon.

Why didn't you ring, Miss Marple?

The law may have a long arm, | Inspector,

unfortunately, I haven't.

Now if you'll forgive me, | I must catch up on a little sleep.

Come in.

You asked to see me | before I left, Mr Enderby.

Oh yes, indeed, Miss Marple.

- Yes, yes, indeed. | - May I help you with that?

- That is good of you. | - Not at all.

- May I? | - Oh, please do.

Is this wise, Mr Enderby?

Oh, yes. It's the hunt today.

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