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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

What's she doing?

I don't know.

She looks like a witch.

Amy Dewhurst.

She was a patient of mine.

Died a few months ago.

What a weird thing to do, though.

You sure it wasn't the kids that's messing about?

Well, they would hardly have flagged down the first passing copper.

Was it damaged at all?

Probably dampened her spirits a bit, I should think.

What did you do with it?

I put it back, of course.

You'd better let the family know.

I've got an address.

All right.

Was your aunt ever frightened by an Irishman?

An Irishman? The things she obviously had for all things green.

She said she found it very restful.

One word for it.

Suppose we were right, were we?

You know, to move in ourselves?

We were as a fortune once we'd done it up properly.

Possibly.

I'll tell you one thing for this place.

It's green.

It's pretty damn big.

Pretty damn cold as well.

Oh, great.

Would you like a hand?

Thanks, Aunt Nancy.

Do you not have them with us?

Well, thank you.

So, where's the urn now, then?

Back where it belongs, Mrs Salter. And no harm done, as far as I can see.

You're Mrs Dewhurst's niece, aren't you? Great -niece, yes.

And she lived here with you, did she?

Well, with Aunt Nancy, actually.

Until Aunt Amy died, and then everything came to me as the only surviving

relative. For the last ten years, I've been in the music business down south.

Oh, I see.

This woman these kids saw, would they recognise her again, do you think?

Well, the little girl thought she was a witch.

She was all dressed in black from head to foot.

Really?

Rings a bell, does it, that description?

Could do.

Aunt Nancy?

Could she be in our room?

She doesn't live here. Not anymore.

Not since Aunt Amy died.

She never did at Marjorie's real aunt. Just a late aunt's companion.

So when you moved in, she had to move out?

It was made quite clear to us she could take as long as she liked to find

somewhere of her own.

And we kept her on.

She still does the housekeeping here just to keep her own funds.

After all, she could hardly have stayed on permanently. I mean, it's not as if

she's family.

It'd be a bit odd.

Where's she living now?

She rents a cottage down on Watermeadow Lane.

Nice little place.

Ideal, really, for somebody on their own.

Yes. Oh, I'm Claude. I know who you are.

Once he never forgot me.

What do you want?

I've just formed a new company. I've got no cards yet, but we do agricultural

and domestic servicing. You are?

Or jobs.

Have you got out you want doing?

Oh, I could do some wood chopping, I suppose.

Ah, that'll do.

You're not really going to scoff all that, are you, Alf?

Good God, no.

What I thought I'd do for a change was push it up my nose with a pencil.

Only you're going to have to get yourself in shape, you know.

The what?

Well, you've heard about this latest bright idea of Crosley's, haven't you?

From now on, all officers have to attend at least two PT sessions a week.

Oh, give over.

It's right, you know.

There's an article up on board.

Miss Bella?

It is.

PC Rowan.

Aidensfield Police.

Ah, yes.

Can we have a word, do you think?

I know nothing about a funeral urn.

So where were you this morning, Miss Bella? Up at the house.

And you were there all morning, were you? Yes.

You didn't by any chance drop in on the cemetery on your way over there, did

you? And why would I do that?

Pay your respects, perhaps?

To what?

An urn?

The problem is, Miss Bellow, we do have three children who witnessed the

incident. They told us that a woman fitting your description was

Then they were obviously mistaken, weren't they, young man?

Hmm?

What are you up to, Phil?

Earning a living.

You haven't done anything really stupid, I hope, Rowan.

Like charging her.

Well, I thought I'd see what you thought, sir.

Well, you have cautioned her, right?

You've put the fear of God up her.

Well, I've warned her, anyway.

So then, let's leave it at that, shall we?

Right.

And then, of course, she starts making a habit of running around churchyards,

chucking urns away.

Daft old bat.

What do you think of Crosley's latest brainwave, then, Nick?

What's that, Al?

About us all having to keep fit.

Really? It's all up there on the board, Nick.

Now, what you want to do, Alf, is...

Break yourself in gently at first with a few early morning runs.

That's right, isn't it, Nick? That's right, yeah.

And, of course, cutting back the fags to 80 a day can only help, you know.

You're going to give him a heart attack.

No. He's had a heart attack already.

Just reading it.

Oh, look at you. I suppose today, I suppose we were...

You know old Nancy Bellow, don't you?

She only needs a patient.

You don't think it was her, do you?

Well, everything points to her.

I thought that whole business was wrapped up now.

Well, it is.

Officially.

Just bothered me a bit, that's all.

Why don't you sleep on it now?

I'm not that tired.

Please.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey! Come on!

Hurry!

Hurry! Please!

Hang on, love. It's all right. We're coming.

You really got me now. You got me so I can't sleep at night.

Yeah, you really got me now. You got me so I don't know why I'm doing this.

I'm from White Mountain with my wife.

Upstairs in the bedroom.

It looks like food poisoning.

Do you know what caused it?

Impossible to say yet.

But the only thing either of them can remember having all day is some soup.

Is he going there? No, John.

Suppose she turns you into something.

Not chicken, are you? Might be a chicken she turns him into.

Chicken!

You know, Mr and Mrs Salter are in hospital.

Hospital?

Admitted during the night, with food poisoning.

Are they going to be all right?

Oh, yes, I think so.

But I want to try and find out what caused it.

That's why I'm here, actually.

Oh. You see, according to Mr Salter, the only thing either of them can remember

having all day is some soup.

I'm sure that won't have done anybody any harm. I may call me own soups.

Can you tell me exactly what you made it with, Nancy?

Potatoes, leeks, onions, a few ungrown herbs.

Nothing that would poison anybody. I had a bowl of it myself.

Was there any left over?

None, no.

What about the pan you made it in?

Washed and put away.

Just like everything else when I'm finished cooking.

Right.

Well, thanks for your help.

I'm afraid when something like this happens, I have to ask these sort of

questions.

Oh, and don't worry about Mr and Mrs Salter.

They'll be back on their feet in a couple of days.

Bye -bye.

I mean, kids.

Of course, you can get your body back in shape these days without even moving

out of your chair, you know, Alf.

Can I?

Of course you can.

I mean, they're all lattice in America, you know.

All the top lads.

Morning, sir.

Bellamy.

Sir.

Sergeant Blaketon's out.

Then he'll have no objection to my using his office for a bit, will he, Bellamy?

I won't bet the corner of the realm on that, neither.

Poisoning? Not in the sort of dosage that would kill anybody, but strong

to make them pretty poorly for a couple of days.

Well, how are they coming to contact with Arflick?

It could be something they were using in their home, I suppose.

They've been in hospital, haven't they?

Not for long. They've made a good recovery.

All right. A bit of a word.

So, you've seen Marjorie? Oh, yes.

Is she all right?

Coming home tomorrow, she thinks.

Yes, that's what I've been told.

Oh, hello, Mr Rowan, Mrs Salter, Miss Beller.

Morning.

Oh, anyway, I'll be off.

Oh, and I brought you these.

Thanks very much.

Bye.

Bye.

How are you feeling?

Better than I did, at least.

Look, thanks.

I think you and your wife saved our lives, you know.

All part of the service.

Look, you do know it was arsenic poisoning?

I do, yeah.

Any idea what might have caused it?

None whatsoever.

Are you using any rat poison? We haven't got rats.

Anything in the garden that might have a poison base?

I haven't been near the garden yet.

As I said, the only thing either of us can remember having yesterday was the

soup.

Well, if you think of anything else, give me a call, eh?

I'll do that.

Thanks.

Bye.

You all right, Alf?

Me?

You look a bit red.

I can't think why.

Sorry, sir.

I was looking for Sergeant Blaketon.

Something you need a word about, is there, Rowan?

Not really, sir.

It'll keep... Tell me anyway.

Well, it's probably something and nothing, really, sir.

Go on.

Well, it all started with some old biddy vandalising a funeral yard.

and now we've got two people in hospital with arsenic poisoning.

Really?

Something wrong with your wrist, then, is there, Ventress?

Well, I think I probably sprained it, Sarge.

Aye, as long as you're not thinking of taking any time off on the strength of

it.

I think it's about time you had another word with Miss Bellow.

In fact, I'll tell you what, we'll both go.

Something I can help you with, is there, sir?

I wouldn't have thought so, Sergeant.

Right then, Rowan.

Let's get over there, shall we?

Right then.

Sarge?

Sarge?

Sarge?

Yes, Ventress?

About these keep -fit sessions, Sarge.

I can't see myself able to do much with this wrist, you know. What keep -fit

sessions? Well, you stuck the notice up on the board, Sarge, from Inspector

Crosley.

Aye, Ted Ventress.

Yes, Sarge.

Are you sure about this?

Watch your game.

Hey, come here. Come here. Come here.

What do you think you're doing? Get off me, will you?

Yeah. Leave me brother alone, you big fat lump.

Kick his dog, will you?

Hey, don't even think about it. And you two, come here.

We're not doing any harm.

No. Just mithering the living daylights out of that poor old lady, right?

Because she's a witch, that's why.

Oh, is she?

Show you a broomstick, did she?

the ones I know of.

In any case, you're talking daft. I mean, all she is is something you three

going to be one of these days.

Old. I mean, she's not always looked like that, you know. No more than I've

always looked like this.

I mean, I used to open the batting for Yorkshire.

You did?

Aye, look at me now. I get out of breath opening a bag of crisps.

Come on.

Sit down.

Haven't you three got all better to do than hang about making a nuisance of

yourselves?

Bet you used to muck around when you were a kid.

Oh, did I? When I was a kid, I used to go around trying to help folk, didn't I?

Because I was a boy scout.

Did you wear shorts?

What sorts of good turns did you do?

Oh, sorts of good turns.

I used to go out of my way, didn't I? Trying to find old folk who I could

Like I could do with a bit of help now with these logs.

You don't think I'd charge that old lady in there money to chop up a few logs?

So how can we help, then?

Well, for a start, you can put them logs in that basket.

Miss Bellow?

Yes?

Inspector Crossley.

And you already know Constable Rowan, I believe.

Could we have a quick word, do you think?

What about?

Well, just a few points I'd like to clarify.

Best inside, I would have thought.

So, you really hated her that much, did you, your old friend Amy?

What? Well, you must have done. Why else do you throw a funeral urn away?

I've already told you I know nothing about that.

Miss Bellow, we have at least three witnesses who are prepared to swear they

you do it. You best talk to them then, hadn't you?

Now, look, we don't enjoy this any more than you do, you know, so why don't you

do yourself a favour and stop messing us about?

I'd hate to charge you for obstructing the police as well as everything else.

Now, why don't you sit down?

Something she once said to you, was it, Nancy?

Something you've never been able to forgive or forget?

Of you only knew.

Just how badly that woman let me down.

How did she let you down, Nancy?

Only not.

That's what I was promised.

Everything. The house.

Everything.

And not surprising when you realise how I carried her around all those years.

I meant when the will were read.

Nothing.

Nor a penny.

Nor even a decent roof over my head any more.

Everything went to the sources, right? Oh, we'd hardly seen for ten years.

And you resented that? Wouldn't you have?

Of course I would.

No wonder you lost your rag.

My rag?

In the soup, was it, Nancy?

what you're talking about.

I'm asking what you used to put Mr and Mrs Salter in hospital.

Spot of rat poison, was it?

That's usually the favourite in these cases.

You're mad.

No, no, no.

You were the one who was mad, Nancy.

Good and mad.

So mad, in fact, you couldn't help yourself, could you? Any more than you

when you laid eyes on that funeral urn.

I tell you, I don't know what you're on about.

Got any here in the cottage, have you? Rat poison? No.

You'll have no objection if we have a quick look around, then?

I will, you know.

Look, if you've got nothing to hide, Nancy... Because I won't have you

through my things, that's why.

We can, of course, get a warrant, you understand.

Then you'd best get one, hadn't you?

As you wish, Miss Bellow.

As you wish.

You don't really think she did it, do you?

Well, why not? She had the opportunity and the motive.

Now, I want you to start by checking the poison registers of all likely shops in

the area.

But if our suspicions turn out to be entirely unjustified, then for now, it's

strictly between us.

What are you talking about?

According to this, Nancy bought rat poison with an arsenic base only last

It's enough to kill a regiment.

What do you three want?

Nothing. Hey, I told my dad what you said.

What I said?

About opening parties for Yorkshire.

Oh.

He said he never heard of you.

Never heard of my dad.

Oh, well, they wouldn't have done, would they?

Why not?

Well, because people only remember Len, don't they?

Len who?

Len who?

Len Hutton, of course.

I mean, when people talk about Yorkshire opening batsmen, they only talk about

them. They don't think about the people who were blocking up the other end while

they were breaking his records.

And that were you then, were it, Mr Greengrass? Ah, apart from when I were

opening the bowling lay.

Were you a bowler as well, then? A bowler? They used to come to Edinburgh

bars around just to see me Chinaman.

And when I bowled me googly, even Len had trouble picking it.

What's a Chinaman?

Chinaman? Oh, well, that's a bit difficult to describe, really.

Look, I'll have a word with Nancy Bellow, sir.

There may be a perfectly reasonable explanation.

All in good time, Rowan, all in good time.

Where are the Salters at the moment?

They're being discharged from hospital this morning.

Right, well, when they come home, I shall want you to pay them a visit.

Right, sir. But first, whose decision was it not to take this urn business any

further?

Sergeant Blaketon, sir.

Who else?

But it was a decision that I was more than happy to go along with, sir.

But then, as a humble constable, yours is not to reason why, is it, Rowan?

Still determined to nail her, is he?

Yeah, but not just her, perhaps.

Hmm?

Well, it just seems odd that Crossley's taking such a personal interest in this

case.

What are you getting at?

Oh, I don't know.

I've just got this funny feeling that maybe he's got more than Nancy Bello in

his sights.

Aunt Nancy?

Oh. Is that for us?

Shepherd's pie for your dinner.

Only we've already had sandwiches, you see.

Today. At the hospital.

Oh, yes.

In fact, I think we'll be giving dinner a miss altogether in future.

Trying to lose a bit of weight, you see.

You told her?

Nancy?

Nancy?

Got you back at it, has she?

My wife should have been a foreman on the pyramid.

One of those with the big bullwhip.

There he goes again, fantasising.

Well, what can we do for you this time?

Just one more thing.

Whose decision was it to have your aunt cremated?

Her dying wish, apparently.

Oh, right.

Well, according to Aunt Nancy, anyway.

Well, she should know.

So you'd consider her to be entirely compus mentis, would you?

Yes.

A bit of an eccentric, perhaps.

What was her late companion, Amy Dewhurst, like?

More or less an invalid when I joined the practice.

More tea?

No, thank you.

What did she die of?

Heart failure, brought on by pernicious anemia, but principally old age.

And you saw no reason to call for an autopsy? No.

Certainly not.

There were, in fact, no suspicious circumstances.

If there had been, Inspector, I'd hardly have signed the death certificate,

would I?

Nor would my colleague at the hospital.

Of course not.

Silly question.

Oh, well, must get on. Thanks very much for the tea. You're welcome.

Oh, by the way, you wouldn't still happen to have Amy Dewhurst's old

file anywhere, would you?

I probably have.

Any chance of a quick look at it sometime? Unless, of course, that causes

ethical problems.

Not now that she's dead, I suppose.

I'll look it out for you.

Thanks. Bye, then.

Bye, then.

Fennelly!

Hold all this lot cleared up before you go home tonight.

So he's been round here chatting you up, then, has he, the good inspector?

I can see I'm going to have to watch you two.

Don't worry, love.

He's more interested in Amy Dewhurst's body than mine, I'd say.

Oh, really?

He was going on and on about her.

Well, yeah, he had me finding out whose decision it was to have her cremated.

You'd think she was poisoned as well.

Ridiculous. My, that's what I thought.

I mean, if she had been, you'd have known, right?

Well, not necessarily.

It'd depend on what she was poisoned with and the dosage.

Oh, my God, Nick.

Wouldn't it be terrible if she really had been poisoned?

I mean, for a start, where would it leave me as the one who'd signed the

certificate?

Well, where would it leave you?

Well, put it this way.

It wouldn't do me much good, would it?

This funeral line business, Blaketon?

Yeah. As far as you were concerned, it simply wasn't worth pursuing.

Well, it's hardly the crime of the century, is it, sir?

And I believe the lady in question is in her 60s.

Hardly Gaga, from what I've seen.

Oh, I see. You know her, then, do you, sir?

We've met, yes.

Well, now, there you have the advantage over me, I'm afraid, sir.

Yes, I do, don't I, Blaketon?

Do you know why?

I took the trouble to check.

Just in case next time she decided to do something a bit more furious than

vandalise funeral loans.

And you want to know something, Sergeant? It appears that she already

Really, sir? Yes, Sergeant.

But then that's what the job's all about, isn't it?

Following up on things.

Leading by example, if necessary.

Because I'll tell you now, Sergeant, if you aren't prepared to do that...

Or if you don't feel up to doing it anymore, you're of no use to me, I'm

Ah, there you are, Rowan. About time.

Come on.

Now, Miss Bellow, you told us yesterday that you hadn't purchased any rat

poison. Isn't that right?

Yes.

You bought some from the Aidensfield stores only last Tuesday. No.

You signed the poison register, Nancy.

In fact, it wasn't the first time that you'd bought poison from there, was it,

Miss Bellow?

You bought a bag of the same stuff from the same store just seven months ago.

I don't remember.

Your signatures for both purchases are in the book.

It was for the rats.

The rats, Miss Bellow? Up at the house. We had rats.

Oh, you mean on the first occasion, right? Yes.

Well, what about last week? Was that also for the rats? Yes. Really? Mr.

knew nothing about it. Not for there, for here.

Oh, I see.

You have rats here as well, then, do you?

I thought I'd seen something.

Droppings.

Really? It's true, I tell you.

Why was... Won't you believe me?

Let's talk about the cremation of Amy Dewhurst, shall we, Miss Bellow?

Now, it was you who told the Salters it was what she'd always wanted.

It was!

It's also the perfect cover, right?

Cover? There's absolutely no way of establishing the presence of poison in

ashes.

Only what you failed to take into account was the Beardsley method, you

I don't understand.

It's a new forensic technique.

I tell you, I don't know what you're on about.

Miss Bellow, seven months ago, you bought some rat poison.

Then a couple of months later, Amy Dewhurst died of symptoms that could be

consistent with poisoning.

Last week, you bought some more poison, and this time, Amy Dewhurst's niece and

her husband, two people that you openly admit to resenting bitterly, went down

with poisoning.

Now, if you were in our position, Miss Bellow, what conclusion would you make?

I want you out of this house, do you understand?

Just think how much better you'd feel, though, Nancy, if you got the whole

off your chest.

Out of this house!

It's news to me, that one, sir.

What?

She bought rat poison from the stores seven months ago.

It's because when you checked the registers, you didn't go back far

That's why, Rowan. But you did?

Correct.

And the Beardsley method, sir?

You haven't heard of that one, Rowan?

No, sir.

Neither has anybody else.

You made it up.

Well, we need a confession.

It's the only way we're going to crack this one, so we'll leave it at stew for

about 24 hours, then we'll have another go at her.

You got some sort of problem with that, Rowan?

It's not my style, sir.

Browbeats and confused old ladies.

You disappoint me. I wouldn't have thought you were so squeamish.

No, sir.

Aidensfield Police.

It is.

Hello, Mr Salter.

What?

It's the Salters. They're ill again.

I can't believe it's happened again.

The symptoms are identical.

I think it feels green.

You what?

It's what happened to Claire Booth -Lewis.

Who? She was the American ambassador to Rome.

I've been reading up.

OK, I've got the faintest idea what you're talking about.

Come here.

Claire Booth -Lewis was suddenly struck down by arsenic poisoning.

It was quite a scandal.

Do you know what caused it?

What?

The ceiling.

Dust, to be exact, falling from the ceiling of her bedroom.

Copper arsenic was used as a pigment in paints for interior decoration.

Until someone cottoned on to the fact that one particular colour was poisoning

people.

Shield green.

Then it was banned.

Is this what happened to the daughters?

Well, I can't say for sure until this has been properly analysed.

But the plaster they've disturbed must have been here for half a century at

least.

And they lived on breathing it in in pretty substantial quantities as they

chipped away.

And Amy Dewhurst?

We'll never know, will we?

So the lab can confirm all of this, can they?

Yeah, they just did, Sarge.

Substantial quantities of the arsenic compound have been found in the plaster.

So why have you come to me with this and not Inspector Crosley?

Well, I did try and get him, Sarge, but he appears to be out of his office at

present.

So what I thought was perhaps I could leave you to tell him while I go and put

Nancy Bellows' mind at rest.

I see.

All right, Robert.

Off you go.

Sarge, there is one thing I still don't quite understand.

Oh, aye?

Why CID have kept such a low profile about all this.

I mean, in view of the seriousness of the original allegations, presumably

Inspector Crossley would have kept them informed, won't he?

Get me divisional CID, please. Chief Superintendent Royston.

Thank you.

Well, it's the unbusy.

What? What's the matter?

Oh, hello, sir.

Sergeant Blaketon over at Ashfordly.

Ah, long time no see.

Well, it's about these poisonings we've had up here.

Bit of a turn -up for the book.

Well, I'm sure Inspector Crosley has kept you fully informed.

Oh, he hasn't.

He's the witch, mister! She's dead!

Where? In there!

Come on, come on.

You'd better get an ambulance, quick.

So what are her chances?

Well, about 50 -50, sir.

And definitely attempted suicide?

She left a note, sir.

Oh?

Saying what exactly?

Well, she protected her complete innocence of these poisonings that she's

accused of.

And she was very distressed, apparently, that the police didn't believe her.

Sergeant Blaketon.

Oh, er, hello, sir.

Yes, sir, he is.

Thank you, sir.

It's for you, sir.

Chief Superintendent Royston, Divisional CID.

Rowan. Why the hell didn't you come to me with this report about the plaster?

I couldn't find you, sir. Then you should have hung on to it until you

damn it!

Inspector.

Oh, so, um, how is she?

Likely to pull through, thanks to my husband's prompt action.

Otherwise she'd be dead.

You must feel very relieved, Inspector.

Would you care to amplify that remark, Doctor?

Oh, I'd be happy to amplify it at the inquiry.

There will be an inquiry, won't there, Inspector?

I won't forget this, Rowan.

Now, there.

How's Nancy doing, then?

Oh, I think she'll be OK.

Thank the Lord for that.

We're going into business together, you know.

You mean what?

Well, we've not got the cards printed yet. We're going to be merchandising

conflagrational combustibles.

What? Selling firewood.

Can I put you down for a few bundles?

When did you two go into this?

Sometime next week, with a bit of luck.

He's gone already.

According to Blaketon?

To a lasso doing cartwheels round his office.

He's gone where, exactly?

Oh, to wherever they send thrusting young inspectors caught poaching on the

TID's patch.

So they're getting asked to hold a new inspector, then, Clark?

Aye, Inspector Murchison is due to arrive sometime this morning.

So what's he like, then?

Well, you tell me, lad. Well, whoever it is, he's got to be an improvement on

the last one. That's enough of that out of you, Bellamy.

Sergeant Blaketon?

It is.

Inspector Murchison.

I'm the new subdivisional inspector at Whitby.

Heartbeat, what do you miss when the baby kisses me?