Rebecca Page #12

Can you think of any reason why Mrs. De

Winter should have taken her own life?

No, no, I refuse to believe it.

I knew everything about her,

and I won't believe it.

There, you see? It's impossible.

She knows that as well as I do.

Now, listen to me, Danny. We know that

Rebecca went to a doctor in London.

- Who was it?

- I don't know.

Oh, I understand, Danny.

You think we're asking you

to reveal secrets of Rebecca's life.

You're trying to defend her.

But that's what I'm doing.

I'm trying to clear her name

of the suspicion of suicide.

Mrs. Danvers,

it has been suggested...

Mrs. De Winter

was deliberately murdered.

There you have it

in a nutshell, Danny.

But there's one more thing you'll

want to know:
The name of the murderer.

It's a lovely name that

rolls off the tongue so easily:

George Fortescue

Maximilian de Winter.

There was a doctor. Mrs. De Winter

sometimes went to him privately.

She used to go to him

even before she was married.

We don't want reminiscences, Danny.

What was his name?

Dr. Baker, 165 Goldhawk Road,

Shepherd's Bush.

There you are, Colonel.

There's where you'll find your motive.

Go and question Dr. Baker.

He'll tell you why Rebecca went to him...

to confirm the fact that

she was going to have a child,

a sweet, curly-headed

little child.

It isn't true. It isn't true.

She would have told me.

She told Max about it.

Maxim knew he wasn't the father.

So, like the gentleman of the old school

that he is, he killed her!

I'm afraid we shall have

to question this Dr. Baker.

Hear, hear. But for safety's sake,

I think I'd like to go along too.

Yes, unfortunately, I suppose

you have the right to ask that.

I'll see the coroner

and have the inquest postponed

pending further evidence.

I say, aren't you rather afraid that the

prisoner, shall we say, might bolt?

You have my word for it

that he will not do that.

Toodle-oo, Max.

Come along, Danny.

Let's leave the unhappy couple to spend

their last moments together alone.

Are you sure you don't want me

to go with you, Maxim?

No, darling.

It'll be very tiring for you.

I'll be back the very first

thing in the morning, and

I won't even stop to sleep.

I'll be waiting for you.

- Ready, Maxim?

- Yes.

You two go on ahead.

I'll follow with Favell.

Dr. Baker, you may have seen Mr. De

Winter's name in the papers recently.

Oh, yes, yes. In connection

with a body that was found in a boat.

My wife was reading all about it.

A very sad case.

- My condolences...

- Oh, this is going to take hours.

Let me...

Don't bother, Favell.

I think I can tell Dr. Baker.

We're trying to discover

certain facts...

concerning the late Mrs. De Winter's

activities on the day of her death,

October 12, last year,

and I want you to tell me, if you can,

if anyone of that name

paid you a visit on that date.

I'm awfully sorry.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

I should have remembered

the name de Winter.

I've never attended

a Mrs. De Winter in my life.

Well, how can you possibly tell

all your patients' names?

I can look it up

in my engagement diary if you like.

- Did you say the 12th of October?

- Yes.

Oh, here we are.

No, no de Winter.

- Are you sure?

- Well, here are all

the appointments for that day.

"Ross, Campbell, Steadall,

Perrino, Danvers, Mathews..."

Danny! What the devil!

Would you read that name again?

Did you say Danvers?

Yes, I have a Mrs. Danvers for 3:00.

What did she look like?

Can you remember?

Yes, I remember her quite well.

She was a very beautiful woman...

tall, dark,

exquisitely dressed.

- Rebecca.

- The lady must

have used an assumed name.

Is that so? This is a surprise.

I'd known her a long time.

What was the matter with her?

My dear sir,

there are certain ethics.

Could you supply a reason, Dr. Baker,

for Mrs. De Winter's suicide?

For her murder, you mean. She was

going to have a kid, wasn't she?

Come on, out with it!

Tell me what else a woman of her class

be doing in a dump like this?

I take it the official nature of this

visit makes it necessary for me to...

I assure you we'd not be troubling you

if it were not necessary.

You want to know

if I can suggest any motive...

as to why Mrs. De Winter

should have taken her life?

Yes, I think I can.

The woman who called herself

Mrs. Danvers was very seriously ill.

She was not

going to have a child?

That was what she thought,

but my diagnosis was different.

I sent her to a well-known specialist

for an examination and X-rays,

and on this date she returned

to me for his report.

I remember her standing here

holding out her hand for the photograph.

"I want to know the truth,"

she said.

"I don't want soft words

and a bedside manner.

If I'm for it,

you can tell me right away."

I knew she was not the type

to accept a lie.

She'd asked for the truth,

so I let her have it.

She thanked me and I never

saw her again, so I assumed that...

- What was wrong with her?

- Cancer.

Yes, the growth was deep-rooted.

An operation would have been

no earthly use at all.

In a short time,

she would have been under morphia.

There was nothing that could

be done for her, except wait.

Did she say anything when you told her?

She smiled

in a queer sort of way.

Your wife was a wonderful woman,

Mr. De Winter.

And, oh yes,

I remember she said something...

that struck me as being

very peculiar at the time.

When I told her

it was a matter of months,

she said,

"Oh, no, Doctor, not that long."

You've been very kind.

You've told us all we wanted to know.

We shall probably need

an official verification.

- Verification?

- Yes, to confirm the verdict of suicide.

I understand. Can I

offer you gentlemen a glass of sherry?

No, very kind.

I think we ought to be going.

Thank heaven we know the truth.

Dreadful thing, dreadful.

Ayoung and lovely woman like her.

No wonder...

I never had the remotest idea.

Neither did Danny, I'm sure.

I wish I had a drink.

Will we be needed at the inquest

any further, ColonelJulyan?

Oh, no. I can see to it that Maxim

is not troubled any further.

- Thank you, sir.

- Are you ready to start, Colonel?

No, thank you.

I'm staying in town tonight.

And let me tell you, Favell,

blackmail is not much of a profession,

and we know how to deal with it

in our part of the worid,

strange as it may seem to you.

I'm sure I don't know

what you're talking about.

But if you ever need a new car,

Colonel, just let me know.

It's impossible to thank you for your

kindness to us through all this.

- You know what I feel

without my saying anything.

- Not at all.

Better let your wife know.

She'll be getting worried.

Yes, I'll phone her at once, then

we'll get straight down to Manderley.

Good-bye, Crawley.

Maxim's got a great friend.

- Frank.

- Yes, Maxim?

There's something you don't know.

Oh, no, there isn't.

I didn't kill her, Frank.

But I know now that when

she told me about the child,

she wanted me to kill her.

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