Suspicion Page #6

Old bean, Lina's been telling me

you're a bit soft in the head. Is that it?

- It sounded like that.

- Come now, that's not very wifely.

Hadrt you better change for dinner?

It's getting late.

Darling, Beaky's staying with us

for a few days.

- You know your room.

- I shart be a jiffy.

Look here. What right have you

to interfere in my affairs?

I wasrt really. I was only...

You were only what?

I was only trying to tell Beaky

that he shouldn't leave everything to you...

because if something went wrong,

he should take a little responsibility, too.

It's not as if you're both

experienced businessmen.

- What do you know about business?

- Very little. I was only...

Suppose Beaky had taken you seriously?

You'd have ruined the whole scheme,

you realize that?

- But if it werert any good...

- That's my business, not yours.

If I say it's good, it's good.

I'm going through with this deal.

I don't want any interference

from you or anyone else.

- Is that clear?

- Yes, that's clear.

Hello, Monkeyface.

You frightened me.

I didn't see you coming.

I thought you might like to know

I'm calling off the real estate plan.

Why? What happened?

- Nothing.

- Does Beaky know about this?

- No, not yet.

- Why are you doing it?

I don't know. Perhaps the land

isn't any good. Who knows?

Or perhaps I don't like the idea

of risking Beaky's money.

Or perhaps it's a stiff job and I'm too lazy.

- Are you still angry about last night?

- No, I'm not angry.

Are you sure?

Because I couldn't sleep all night.

You'd never spoken so sharply

to me before, and I was afraid...

Afraid of what?

I was afraid you'd stopped loving me.

No, Monkeyface, I'm not angry.

And I love you very much.

Every time I play anagrams,

I can only make three-letter words.

D-O-U-B. There's no such word.

D-O-U-B-T. "Doubt." F-U-L. "Doubtful."

Take that, old girl.

Personally, I don't see

what's wrong with this scheme.

But if you say there's no good

going ahead, don't let's go ahead.

Do I get another turn?

I still don't understand why we have to go

all the way out there to look at it.

I won't be responsible

for calling the scheme off...

- without first proving to you it's no good.

- Lf you say it's no good, that satisfies me.

After all, you discovered the land.

It was your idea.

If a fellow has an idea,

he jolly well ought to follow it up.

You have to go up there

early tomorrow morning and take a look.

Why are you so insistent?

Because, as I told you,

I won't be responsible.

That's a long one. "Mudder."

There's no such word.

Try the "R."

I don't want to go up there in the morning.

Besides, it'll be nasty, and cold, and wet.

- Now, Beaky.

- What time do we have to start?

If I had an "e" and an "r"

I could make that murderer.

The earlier the better.

I'd say about 7:
00.

There won't be so much traffic then.

- 7:
00? That's a bit pig's tail.

- Pig's tail?

Too early.

Did you never hear that one, pig's tail?

Is Mr. Aysgarth having breakfast?

No, ma'am, he wouldn't wait.

He said he'd have some on the road.

He left two hours ago with Mr. Thwaite.

- What car did they use?

- Mr. Thwaite's, I believe.

This ought to do it. Put in the plug now.

How's that, old bean?

- Hello, old girl.

- Hello, darling.

What's all this?

I've only been away a few hours.

- It seemed like a thousand years.

- Seems like that to me, too.

Shut up, Beaky. It was nothing.

Nothing? I came very close

to losing my life. You call that nothing?

- You nearly lost your life?

- Came very close to it.

- Let's drop the subject.

- No, Beaky, go on. I want to hear.

There we were at the top of the cliff.

I agreed that Johnnie was right.

There was too much chalk in the soil.

I was trying to turn my car near the edge

of the cliff. I never was handy with a car.

- Was Johnnie in the car?

- No.

He was a few feet away

looking over at the view.

It's hardly won'th talking about.

Let's all have a drink.

I didn't realize I was backing the car

towards the edge.

But I was, by Jove. Right up to it.

If Johnnie hadrt taken a flying leap

and grabbed the brake...

I should be in kingdom come by now.

- Johnnie saved your life?

- He certainly did.

Came jolly close to losing his own, too.

I can never tell you

how much this means to me.

- To you, darling?

- It means a good bit to me, too.

The old fellow deserves a reward.

How about a night out?

A spot of celebrating on me.

That's kind of you,

but don't you have to go to Paris?

- Paris?

- Yes. My securities are over there.

I've got to go over there

and cancel all the arrangements for them.

Why don't you come over with me?

The cad seems to forget

I'm a married man.

I'll tell you what I might do.

I might drive up as far as London with you

for that evening out.

- How about that, Monkeyface?

- Yes, Monkey... Lina. Do let him come.

It seems to me that...

Yes, I know. It seems to you

I should be looking for a job.

It seems to me I'd have much more chance

of getting a job in London.

Yes, of course he would.

Do let him come, Lina.

I don't see very well how I can stop him.

Great.

Pity that he won't come to Paris with me.

Did I ever tell you what happened to me

last time I was in Paris?

A very curious instance.

I was walking down the Champs lyses...

and I met the most charming girl.

Took her out and gave her a spot

of dinner. And it wasrt till much later...

Sorry, old bean. Sorry, old girl.

Nearly put the foot in it again, have I?

There's an Inspector Hodgson

in the hall, ma'am.

He wanted to see Mr. Aysgarth.

But when I said he was away,

he asked if he might speak to you.

Show him to the study,

will you, Ethel, please.

Very good, madam.

- Will you come this way, please, sir?

- Thank you.

- Mrs. Aysgarth?

- Yes.

My name's Hodgson. Inspector Hodgson.

We're from the county police.

This is my colleague. Mr. Benson.

- How do you do, Mr. Benson?

- How do you do?

- Wort you sit down?

- Thank you, ma'am.

I understand your husband's not in.

No. He's been up in London for two days.

As he's not here,

I thought you might be able to help us.

Yes, of course.

Wort you have some tea or something?

No, thank you. We've had ours.

I believe you know a Mr. Thwaite.

Yes, he's a close friend of my husband.

I don't know how to put it, quite.

Perhaps it would be easier

if I showed you this.

This afternoors paper.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. This is a shock.

We knew him so very well.

Sorry to have to do this, ma'am...

but we're making inquiries

on behalf of the Paris police.

They found papers

on Mr. Thwaite's person...

which indicated he'd just formed

a corporation with your husband.

What do the French police believe

caused the death?

This is the copy of a telegram

we received from Paris.

"Thwaite visited the place

in the company of another Englishman.

"Both men had evidently been drinking.

"On arrival, Thwaite ordered

a bottle of brandy.

"According to the statement

of one of the waiters there...

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