Murder Is Easy Page #4

[CLICKS]

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

What about Easterfield?

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He also had a hassle

with Dr. Humbleby and Tommy.

Tsk. No, no.

No, it's just too improbable.

Come on, think.

Gotta do better than this.

People are getting killed.

[EXHALES]

Miss Waynflete?

[SCREAMS]

[YELLS]

Oh, Mr. Williams!

Oh, how frightful!

Oh.

Oh, I must be mad!

Do you know,

I saw you there in the window,

and I took it into my head

you were going to fall.

It's all right.

You must think me an imbecile.

You're much stronger

than you look.

Please, Miss Waynflete,

please, please sit down.

Don't cry.

Oh, no, I shan't.

I've seen it so often

in my mind, you know,

Tommy going over.

And with...

With Amy and everything...

[EXHALES]

Oh, dear.

It's all right.

Well.

You've come about

your research, of course.

And I do have

some things for you.

Uh, Miss Waynflete.

We have to talk.

Poor Lavinia.

Did she say who the killer is?

No. No, she didn't.

But I think

you have some idea.

Miss Waynflete.

The day Miss Fullerton

was killed,

do you remember anything at all

about that day, anything unusual? -No.

Well, let me think.

Lavinia came by with Wonky Pooh

and asked me to watch him,

and of course I agreed, as I was

just by the fire all that day anyway.

I was coming down

with this cold, you know?

And Amy was in bed

with her cold.

Oh, yes.

Dr. Humbleby came by to look

in on her in the late afternoon.

Dr. Humbleby, not Dr. Thomas?

No, Dr. Thomas was away that

day, at the derby, I believe.

They sometimes treated

one another's patients.

And Clarence... Dr. Humbleby,

you know... He said:

"I might as well have a look

at that ear

of Wonky Pooh's as well."

That was like him.

Such a nice man.

Oh, dear.

That must have been the last

time I ever saw him alive.

Well, should you decide

to tell me who you suspect...

Yes, I'll think on it.

And thank you for coming to me.

It's a relief to know

it isn't just me.

That I'm not crazy

or growing senile quite yet.

Senile? No, I wouldn't worry

about that for decades yet.

Yes.

It's I.

Quite plain, even then.

But youth is everything,

isn't it?

Who's the man?

Why, it's Gordon, you know.

My family was so scandalized

when we became engaged.

You were engaged

to Lord Easterfield?

Long ago.

Long before

he was Lord Easterfield.

Such a promising boy.

I was so proud of his spirit,

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his determination.

Age does things to people,

Mr. Williams.

Still,

perhaps my family were wrong.

[KNOCKING]

Your things, sir.

Thanks. A drink?

From a colleague in Greece.

Ouzo.

Where is his lordship,

by the way?

Oh, he'll be in town very late

putting his paper to bed.

Gordon's a very hard worker.

Rather admirable, I think.

In fact,

he's away much of the time.

Well,

it must get kind of lonely.

It's the price I pay

for the freedom

to do whatever I want.

Wonder if it's worth it.

Are you asking me?

No, no, I've, uh, been asking

myself that lately.

Um, you see, I'm...

I'm kind of at the crossroads.

I've spent my whole life

in the academic world,

and I love it.

It's a safe retreat,

and I... I get to do exciting

and interesting work,

and nobody bothers me.

No hassles,

no trivial details.

And no human contact.

Ah.

Hm.

Yes, well, that never...

That never used to bother me,

ah, before,

but, uh...

There...

There is this man

in my department,

his name is Harry Ludwig.

He's about 50 years old.

You say "hi" to him,

he's stuck for an answer.

[LAUGHS]

But, Luke, that's him,

it's not you.

Oh, well, not yet, anyway.

In any case, I, uh...

I have been offered a job

with a consulting firm

in Washington.

I have to confess,

it offers some...

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Some really exciting challenges.

But, um...

I'd have to deal

with people all the time.

I mean, in, like,

the company and...

And the government.

No more nice, safe,

theoretical stuff.

And which will you choose?

Supposedly, I am on vacation

in order to make up my mind

and so far, I have done a

pretty good job of avoiding it.

Sometimes I think I'm doing

a pretty good job

of avoiding life altogether.

Ashe Manor is my retreat,

just as the university is yours.

No more gloom and doom.

The probability theory would

show that we will both survive.

What's probability theory?

Merely a method of deciding

which event is most likely

under any given set

of circumstances.

For example:

If you keep looking

the way that you do,

the probability is,

oh, roughly 0.9

that I will forget

you're someone else's fiance.

I see.

In that case, we'd better

change the circumstances.

It is after 11.

And they say sin

becomes rampant after 11.

Out.

Yes, it was.

Just over the line.

ABBOT:

Criminal insanity.

That will be the verdict

for one of your witches

these days, Mr. Williams.

You think so,

Mr. Abbot?

Well, of course,

legal insanity

is difficult to define,

when even the most

dangerous lunatic

may seem just like

the next bloke.

Oh, he may feel

that he has lots of enemies,

but who doesn't, what?

Interesting how easy

it can be to murder a person,

if you're clever.

You're probably experienced

in that.

Oh, no, no. I'm afraid

my work's just the dull stuff:

wills, investments.

Anyway,

there's been no murders here

for as long

as anyone remembers,

eh, Bridget?

[CHUCKLES]

Unless someone finally

finished off Tommy Pierce.

Tommy?

That moron.

Drive a person mad.

Tommy the one that drowned?

No, no, no.

That was that idiot

Harry Carter,

drowned in the river.

That can't have been good

for the water supply.

[CHUCKLES]

[ABBOT LAUGHS]

I say, that's very good.

Wish I'd thought of it.

[LAUGHS]

Fancy old Humbleby's face

if I told him that.

Why, Miss Humbleby.

Happy you felt

like coming out.

I insisted.

She needs the diversion.

Miss Humbleby,

my condolences.

Did you get the autopsy results,

Dr. Thomas?

Amy died of opium derivatives.

But, I mean,

heroin's pretty expensive,

isn't it,

for a housemaid to afford.

THOMAS:

That's just the tragedy of it.

The first time's always free.

Poor Amy.

Yes.

Well, Amy always was

too headstrong for her own good.

EASTERFIELD:

Hello, everyone.

Right, who's for doubles?

Rose?

Come on, we'll challenge

Bridget and Mr....

I'm not really up to it.

Nonsense, Rose.

Do you good.

Thirty-Forty.

Hey, nice shot, kid.

Gordon?

Are you all right?

Fine.

Just play, will you?

Yeah!

No.

Please, Bridget,

you must wait until I'm ready.

BRIDGET:

All right, Gordon, dear?

Service.

Fault!

Double fault.

My game and set.

Eight-Six.

It's not bad,

although I say it myself.

Well, played, Mr., uh...

Better luck next time, eh?

I say, eh, major?

Fancy another game?

Why'd you do that?

You gave him the set.

Don't be absurd.

My game simply went to pieces.

It happens, you know?

No. Not like that.

I mean, the first

double-fault of the day?

Yes, that was rather good.

You mean, you admit it?

Obvious, my dear Watson.

Well, what the hell for?

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