Murder Most Foul Page #7

Come in, Eva.

Now, don't scream.

Don't speak. I'm taking you somewhere

where we won't be interrupted.

If you do anything, I'll kill you.

Now, open that door!

A couple of years in jail, what's

that? It might be the making of you.

You may think

the police are fools, Stanley,

perhaps some of them are

but not all, son, not all.

If anyone tries to come through here,

I want to know who it is

and what he wants.

Very good, sir.

Hey, what's all this about?

Miss Marple, I've covered every...

Sergeant!

- Sheila, have you seen Ralph?

- No.

- Where is she?

- In the dressing room.

She isn't, you idiot.

We've got to find her.

Look, Dad, can't we cut this short?

I'm expecting a visitor in...

..in a few moments.

One of your worthless friends

no doubt.

It's the girl I'm going to marry,

if you must know.

Look at me!

Look at me!

What's the matter?

I want you to know

why you're going to die.

I want to know that too.

You killed him.

I don't know why, but you killed him.

By him, you mean

George Rowton, don't you?

Yes.

You were in love with him.

Yes, I loved him and you killed him.

No, you're mistaken, my dear.

He was killed

by someone called Evelyn Kane.

I don't believe you.

I know it was you. I've felt

it was you from the beginning.

You can't do it!

You're no more

capable of murder than I am.

You were quite right,

she couldn't have done it.

A pity, I thought

she might have saved me the trouble.

- Aren't you supposed to be on stage?

- I am, Miss Marple.

Hundreds of people will swear I am,

hiding behind the curtain.

It's very simple really.

Remember when Cosgood

dropped through the trap?

I've done the same.

In exactly three minutes

I shall be back on stage on cue,

but you, I'm sorry to say,

will not be answering yours.

You're Evelyn Kane, aren't you?

Rose Kane's son.

Oh, yes.

Evelyn, what a name.

I soon changed that.

The McGinty woman

found that out, didn't she?

When you were playing in Milchester,

she recognised you,

and as you were marrying an heiress,

she saw an opportunity for blackmail.

She threatened to tell

Sheila's father unless I paid her...

..so I kept her quiet.

- Where could I find the money?

- George Rowton.

She wanted 100, so I forged

George's name on a cheque.

I couldn't let him

find that out, could I?

So they both had to die.

Poor old Dorothy...

..that was meant for you, of course.

I had meant to wring your neck,

but Eva's been very obliging.

Her fingerprints are on that

and I'm on stage.

Wait!

I borrowed this from Mr Summers.

You can't fool me

with a prop gun filled with blanks.

Oh, no, not blanks. A friend of mine

procured me some insurance.

I'll risk it.

I should warn you,

I won the Ladies Small Arms

Championships at Bisley in 1924.

Bully for you.

Oh, dear!

I thought I heard something.

Come out of there!

Bill, you stupid...

Inspector.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

With a bit of rest and some luck,

the doctor says I should be

out of here in a few days.

Splendid. I'm thankful the blow

caused no permanent damage.

- Now if you'll excuse me.

- Thank you very much, Miss Marple.

There is one thing

I thought you might like to know,

as a result

of my work on this case,

I'm to be promoted

to Chief Inspector.

Oh, I'm so glad. Congratulations.

Yes, well, thank you, Miss Marple.

Not at all, Inspector,

Chief Inspector.

Au revoir.

Forgive me

if I fail to rise, dear lady.

I quite understand, Mr Cosgood.

I've brought you some magazines

to help while away the time.

Ah, yes, time, time.

I've been lying here contemplating

a bleak future unless...

Unless?

I wondered if you'd given any thought

to my play, Remember September?

It has been rather on my mind.

Dear lady,

I have a small confession to make.

I left the script in your room.

Really?

I hoped it might make

an impression on you.

- It did.

- Good.

With one or two

minor alterations in the second act,

I have here a very valuable property.

I'm so happy for you, Mr Cosgood.

There is, however, one little snag.

Oh?

Yes, it's sordid of course,

when dealing with the arts,

but a play, whatever

its merits, requires a backer.

Mr Cosgood,

whatever I may or may not be,

I am definitely no angel!

Goodbye and good luck.

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