Murder at the Gallop Page #7

It's the Fidget Hunt.

Mr Enderby, you did want to see me?

- Yes, that's true, Miss Marple. | - Well?

Do you know | that every chair in this room

is stuffed with the hair | of the horses that I've loved

and I think have loved me.

Really?

I've never got on so well | with human beings.

They're fine when they're up, but | when they're down, only two legs...

- I think I follow you, Mr Enderby. | - I knew you would.

We're alike.

Well, I mean, | you're a lady in retirement...

...a single lady, living alone...

Well, I think you know | what I'm trying to say.

Are you by any chance | proposing to me, Mr Enderby?

That's right. I propose you should | keep your saddle here permanently.

- Oh, I'm afraid... | - It would be a working arrangement.

You run the hotel | and I'll run the stable.

Well...

...you run the stable | and I'll run the hotel.

I'm extremely flattered, Mr Enderby.

Well?

I'm afraid I must say no.

No?

You see, I have so many | other interests to occupy my time.

One indeed presses now -

the next production at the | church hall, a murder mystery.

I do hope you'll come.

- I don't think I'd care for it. | - Oh, what a pity.

- Well, goodbye. | - Goodbye.

- Miss Marple... | - Yes?

I would deem it an honour | if you'd stay the day

and be my guest at the hunt.

I'm very sorry, Mr Enderby, | but I disapprove of blood sports.

That was a very narrow escape!

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