All language subtitles for A.Murder.is.Announced.1985.Part.3.of.3

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Heat. Hey, heat. Hey, heat.

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Peek. [music]

Woohoo.

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Oh, may I go into the house, Sergeant?

Of course. You're beyond suspicion, Miss

Marple. Oh, nobody is beyond suspicion.

Good morning.

Oh, forgive my disturbing, Miss

Blacklock, but the vicar had a dying

parishioner. Mrs. Harmon has had to rush

a child to hospital. So they asked me to

deliver that to you.

Thank you, Miss Marle. Do sit down.

Oh, thank you.

It contains the funeral arrangements, I

believe.

Yes, of course.

And if there are any messages,

the vicor is a very understanding man.

No fatuous consolation.

Please tell him the arrangements will do

very well. Bunny's favorite hymn was

Lead Kindly Light.

I realize that I'm only a stranger, but

I'm so very, very sorry.

[screaming]

[laughter]

[laughter]

I've just realized what I've lost.

Bunny was the only link with the past.

The only one [laughter]

who remembers.

I know one is quite alone when

[clears throat] the last one who

remembers is gone.

[laughter]

I have kind nephews and nieces and and

friends, but [snorts]

they're one who remembers the old days.

You're a very understanding woman, Miss

Marple, and I I thank you for it.

I must write a few lines to the vicar.

the police.

Thank you, Hannah.

Good morning, Miss Blacklock. Miss

Marple.

Miss Marple dropped in with a note from

the vicar.

But but I'm on my way quite quickly now,

unless there are any questions you would

like to ask me.

Were you at the tea party yesterday

afternoon?

No. No, I was not.

Then there's nothing you can tell me.

She really did come with a note from the

vicar.

And I really do recognize a nosy parker

when I see one.

I won't waste time offering sympathy,

Miss Blacklock.

I hope you'll take that for granted. I

feel very badly about Miss Bunner's

death. We should have prevented it.

I don't see what you could have done.

There were lethal tablets in a bottle at

your bedside, and we've been guarding

the house for days.

You'd hardly have searched everyone who

came to the house. [sighs]

I suppose not.

At any rate, whoever it is has tried to

shoot you and tried to poison you. So,

who is it?

I haven't the faintest idea, Inspector.

Let me offer some suggestions. I went to

Scotland and talked to Bel Girdler. The

only people who can benefit by your

death are Pip and Emma. I thought

Patrick and Julia were likely

contenders, but we've checked their

backgrounds.

You've what?

That's my job, Miss Blacklo.

Oh, yes, of course. I'm sorry.

And it is clear that Patrick and Julia

Simmons are exactly who they claim to

be. So, I then thought about their

mother, Sonia Stanford, Gdler's sister.

Tell me, would you recognize her if you

saw her?

Yes, I suppose I would.

Although it's 30 years since I saw her.

She must be an elderly woman by now.

How do you remember her?

Oh, she was small, dark,

a very lively young woman.

to be gray and weary by now like the

rest of us.

Well, there's no shortage of elderly

ladies in Chipping Clarehorn.

You're suggesting that Sonia is living

somewhere in this village under an

assumed name.

I have to examine the possibility. I can

think of three women who match in terms

of age. Mrs. Swatnam, Miss Mgatroyd, and

Miss Hinchcliffe. All three were here

yesterday as they were on the night of

the shooting.

Whole idea is ludicrous. Inspector,

help me to prove it. Miss Blacklock,

do you have a photograph of Sonia?

Only very old photographs.

They're in an album in the attic

somewhere, I think.

May I see them?

Julia's in the house somewhere. Ask her

to show you.

Thank you.

It's terribly dusty, I'm afraid, and

full of junk.

At the moment, I have a brain like that.

We keep meaning to clear it out.

So, I assume

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I'm sure the photograph album's in here.

Patrick found it when we first arrived.

We wallowed in nostalgia and laughed at

the silly house.

God,

look at all this.

Aunt Letty just won't throw anything

away.

Are you familiar with your family

history? I

suppose so. Most of it's pretty boring,

but if I can be of any assistance.

Were these photographs missing when you

looked at the album?

No.

Nothing was missing.

Sonia, self and RG

RG Randall Girdler.

Sonia and Bell on beach

picnic at skiing Charlotte self.

Sonia RG,

may I?

All the pictures of Sonia have gone.

Suppose it's a sort of a clue, isn't it?

H

definitely a sort of a clue.

Do you think your aunt would mind if I

looked around for more?

I'm sure you don't need a warrant to

protect someone from being murdered.

Bearing in mind we've failed twice

already.

Shall I leave you in case you wish to be

indiscreet?

Thank you.

It's a [music] breach of confidence,

Miss Marple, but I'd like you to read

these.

Oh, okay. Thank you. Yes. I love

breaches of confidence. They're such

fun. Sometimes wish I'd married a

priest.

Oh, my dear.

Except it's impossible, of course.

And uh have you read these?

Yes.

And what conclusions did you come to?

Miss Blacklock was devoted to her

sister. Wrote to her two or three times

a week. and their father was a tyrant.

An old-fashioned Victorian doctor who

couldn't stand new ideas.

Probably killed hundreds of his

patients.

I think I'd rather prefer old-fashioned

doctors

to young doctors.

They remove our teeth, administer very

peculiar glands, take bits of our inside

out, and then say they can do nothing

for us. Generally, because there's very

little of the original us left.

No, I prefer old-fashioned medicine,

big black bottles, you know, of tonic

because you can always pour them down

the sink.

Oh, did you trace the revolver that shot

that young man? It belonged to Colonel

Eastbrook.

Yes, Mrs. But told me the colonel has a

revolver.

There's some confusion about when it was

taken.

Did Miss Black's sister die of

consumption?

I believe so. We know she was in a Swiss

sanatorium.

Oh, really?

I mean, fancy using the Colonel's

revolver.

Yes, but I don't think Colonel

Easterbrook is Sonia Girdler.

All we know about Sonia is that she was

small and dark with something of a

temper according to those letters.

Oh yes. So these are fascinating even if

they are a breach of confidence.

I'll leave those with you till tomorrow

if that's all right.

Oh thank you if you would. Yes.

I think we're destined for several hours

of fascinated silence.

No, my dear. I should prattle on

nonstop. Oh, by the way, is Miss Blair

Clark shortsighted?

Yes, but too proud to wear spectacles.

When she comes to church, she sings the

hymns she knows by heart and lars her

way through the others.

Really?

I'll see you at the door, Inspector.

Do be careful, Delilah.

Delilah?

Yes. My husband christened her that. I'm

very much afraid her moral standards are

similar.

Oh, Aunt Jane, I'm sure you can't see

properly.

Well, I do seem a little cluttered,

don't I? Let's get you properly

organized.

Well, shouldn't there be a switch up

here?

It's on the flex. Oh, Delilah, you silly

cat.

Oh, my dear. What have I done?

Oh, it's all right, Art Jane. It's not

your fault. It's Delila's. Oh, probably

fused all the lights in here now, thanks

to her. What a nuisance.

No, it isn't a nuisance.

It's wonderful.

Oh, look. You can see where she's been

chewing at the flex. That's why it

fused.

With the assistance of a shepherdess.

What are you talking about?

Murder, my dear.

And I [music] won't have a word said

against that remarkable cat.

I think you told me, Mrs. Hayes, your

husband was killed fighting in Italy.

That's right.

It isn't true. He was a deserter.

I know.

You should have told me. Do you have to

rake up the dirt about everybody?

Yes, I do. And it's amazing how many

people are able to provide it, too.

I don't want my son to know.

I don't tell him lies about his father.

I just don't talk about him at all.

Silence isn't quite the same as telling

lies.

You were seen speaking to a man in the

summer house the week of the shooting.

Was it your husband? I didn't talk to

anybody.

Did he come to you for money?

I haven't seen my husband for years.

You're sure about that?

[sighs]

Silence can be exactly the same as

telling lies. Mrs. Hayes.

Yes.

Is this intended to clarify the problem?

Yes. Three people can benefit from Miss

Blacklo's death. Sonia Stampertis or her

children Pip and Emma.

Mhm.

These are the people who match in terms

of age and sex. Mrs. Swatnham, Miss

Hinchcliffe, Miss Mergadroid for the

older generation. Patrick Simmons, Julia

Simmons, Philip Hayes, Edmund Swatnham,

Mrs. Harmon.

At least you have the decency to put a

query beside the vicar's wife.

Yes, she's strictly on the old side.

Plus the Easter Brooks. The colonel had

a pistol.

Had

it went missing the week of the murder.

Why didn't he report it?

Didn't notice at the time.

Ah.

His wife swears it disappeared after the

murder. My honest opinion is she's lying

to protect her husband needlessly

because I think he's in ninkham poop.

Would you like my honest opinion?

I need all the help you can give me,

sir.

A murder was committed in the presence

of a group of people. By logical

deduction, you prove that the likely

murderer was a member of that group.

Well, I think they already knew that.

Come in,

sir. I thought you should see this.

I knew she was lying.

Who?

10 days ago, a chap got knocked down and

killed by a lorry in Milchester. No

papers on him. Nobody reported him

missing. He's just been identified as

Ronald HS ex captain in the south

lshire.

Philip perhaps's husband.

Seems like it. He had some money on him

and a chipping clear horn bus ticket.

What date was the accident?

It was the day before the murder, sir. I

took note of that.

And with respect, sir, I think we should

take note of how he died.

What do you mean by that?

He ran into the road to push a little

kitty out of the way of the lorry, sir.

I see. I mean, a good death.

As death goes, sir. Yes, we've taken

note, Sergeant.

So, the guy, I've just heard about Well,

just say the name.

He can't hurt anybody.

be your husband. I

do. We have to go through it [music]

again.

Yes, because whoever bumped off Rudy

Shirts did the same to poor old Dora

Bunner, and I take exception to that.

Well, of course.

It could be any one of us next, and I

take exception to that as well.

Now then,

everybody who was at the shooting party

was also at the birthday tea, except for

Mrs. Harmon, so that lets her out.

Well, I should think so, too.

And I think it's a man doing this

because we all know what dirty dogs men

are.

Well, anybody could have put the tablets

in the aspirin bottle the day of Dora's

party.

Anybody? How?

We all went to the low, didn't we? All

that tea and cherry they poured down us.

You'd have had to be superhuman not to

go. So back to the first murder. Now

that little Swiss idiot comes in here,

stands here, waves his torch around

and the revolver.

No, not the revolver. Somebody else had

the revolver. Now I'm the Swiss idiot.

Where were you?

I can't remember.

Of course you can remember.

I was behind the door. When it opened,

it knocked my toe and hurt my corn.

When are you going to go to a proper

coropidist? You'll give yourself blood

poisoning the way you poke around at

your feet. Now come and stand behind the

door.

Mind your toe?

Now I'm leaning against the mantelpiece

with my tongue hanging out waiting for a

drink. Whoever does the shooting has to

slip out into the hallway through the

other door.

There isn't another door.

Not here. There isn't. But a little

paddock there is

who could you think more than all

who wasn't there?

You're standing behind the torch.

You see a series of faces.

I remember Mrs. Harmon sitting on the

arm of the chair

and Dora Bunner with her mouth open.

That's extraordinary

lost. [bell]

Hello, Hinchcliffe. Make sure you don't

forget.

Hello.

Hello.

Speaking.

What?

Do you realize what time it is now?

Oh, never mind. I might have guessed it

would be somebody else's fault.

Dogs arrived.

Came on the milk train. Damn fools.

Didn't think we'd be up yet.

Can't stand people doing my thinking for

me. Damn fools.

But don't you want to know what it is

I've remembered?

We'll carry on when I get back. Don't

forget,

Don't you realize she wasn't

there?

Don't forget.

She wasn't there.

Got the sun in the morning and the moon

at night.

Oh, do go in. You'll get wet. I'll only

be 2 minutes.

Sunny day

with the sun in the morning and the moon

at night. I'm all right.

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Miss Mar,

hop in. Miss Marle, you'll get wet.

All right,

I'll do that.

Come and have a cup of coffee. We'll

ring the vicorage. Tell them you're on

the town.

Don't mind the dog, will you? Set as mad

as packers. 100% heart, 1%.

Troy, we got a visitor.

Come on, Miss Papa. A nice hot steaming

cup of coffee. Better let the dog out.

If Meridroid hasn't got the kettle on,

there'll be trouble. Come on, cutie.

Matro,

that's her name. Cutie, have you ever

heard anything more feeble and wet?

Mergride.

She hasn't finished bringing the washing

in.

We go and see what that dog's up to. She

must have taken leave of her senses,

such as they are.

All right. Come on. Come on.

I'll kill whoever did this

when I get my hands on her.

Williams, call the police.

Why did you say her?

We've been playing

silly game

trying to find out who shot that Swiss

boy.

My idea.

My fault.

No, just tell me what happened.

I was trying to work out by process of

elimination

who could have slipped out into the hall

that night.

Matroy could see better than anyone what

was going on.

I see.

As I was going to fetch the door, she

got all excited and started

shouting out,

"She wasn't there."

She wasn't there.

That's right.

She wasn't there.

So, you see, I must find out who she

is.

Whoever it is will pay the prize.

Oh, Hannah's prepared an epic feast.

I've worked quite hard today.

You surprised me.

Skipped three lectures. Most days I only

skip two.

Julie,

is something wrong?

This letter, it's from Julia Simmons. I

thought you were Julia Simmons.

Oh, God.

caught in the act.

Well, not quite in the act.

What are you talking about?

Well, the fact of the matter is, Aunt

Letty, it seemed like a bit of a lark.

Just a minute. You called me Aunt. Does

that mean you really are Patrick

Simmons?

Oh, yes. I really am Patrick. It's only

Julia. Who Who isn't Julia?

And who exactly are you?

I was christened Emma Joseline

Stanfordis.

I'm Sonia's daughter, Emma.

Emma?

Yes. But

how did you two come together?

At a big party in London soon after I

was demobbed.

And what is the real Julia doing in in

Perth?

She wants to be an actress. She's been

working with a rep company. We knew

mother would have seven fits, so we

planned this lark. She'd go up to

Scotland and get on with her acting.

And I'd come here, pretend to be Julia,

and keep peace in the camp.

Also,

we wanted to be together.

Oh, I see. You two are

madly in love. I think that's the

phrase.

Yes, I'm told that can happen.

and was part of this lark the idea that

you might share in the girdler

inheritance.

Yes.

That's not quite what was in mind,

aren't Lety.

What exactly was in your mind, Miss

Tamfordis?

My parents split up 3 years after they

were married. They split us up, too.

You and Pip?

Yes. Pip went with my mother. I went

with my father.

He was a villain, of course. Fairly bad

father.

but charming.

Then the war came and I lost him too.

I worked with the French resistance.

Came to England when the world had

calmed down a little. Alone and

penniless, but knowing there was money

somewhere in the family.

Then I met Patrick. Marvelous stroke of

luck.

He said he was coming here and I thought

you might take pity on a poor orphan

girl once you knew the full story.

Pity? A small allowance? Nothing

excessive.

Why didn't you just tell the truth?

Well, we were working up to it. Then

suddenly people started firing revolvers

and there were aspirin tablets causing

instant death. I thought my best plan

was to keep quiet for a while.

We calculated the inspector would be

bound to suspect somebody who had been

telling lies.

Yes, suppose that is reasonable.

But if you're Emma, where is Pip?

I truly have no idea.

We were separated when we were 3 years

old. I haven't seen Pip or my mother for

over 20 years.

Is that the whole truth?

The whole truth is I came here hoping

for a small allowance from my family's

money. I didn't come here to commit

murder so that I could inherit the lot.

Yes. I I suppose I have no alternative

but to believe that.

Just a moment. You said you were in the

French resistance.

Yes. You learned to shoot.

I can shoot.

In which case,

if I had shot at you that night, Leticia

Blacklock, I wouldn't have missed.

Inspector Kratic would like to speak to

all of you.

Thank you, Hannah.

All of us?

Yes.

But we've only just come in. We haven't

touched.

Amy Mgatroy was murdered earlier today.

To be precise, she was strangled in her

garden just before noon.

I want a precise account of everybody's

movements.

Whoever's doing these things, Inspector

must be mad. [screaming]

Quite mad.

It doesn't necessarily follow.

I s

I've never seen her so upset.

Good day, Miss Marle.

Good day, Sergeant. How is Miss

Hinchcliffe?

Very shocked, I'm afraid. She seems to

have aged 10 years.

We must do something, Sergeant.

Missing?

Yes.

How long's she been missing?

Oh, about 2 hours. She went along the

road to speak to Sergeant Fletcher.

That's what about 5 minutes away?

10 at the most.

Doesn't help cuz I've lost Fletcher as

well.

She suddenly became very excited about

pearls.

Pearls?

Yes. Well, she'd been making this list

in her notebook. Lamp, violets,

aspirins, bon, letty, old age pension

pearls.

Does Miss Black always wear those

pearls?

Yes, we laugh about it sometimes.

I'm very concerned about Miss Marple.

The minute you hear anything, you must

telephone the station.

Yes, of course.

Granic. Fletcher, what the hell are you

playing at?

So, you see, it's been quite a day.

So, I see. But only the one murder.

Oh, Julia.

I understood she wasn't Julia.

Well, I still think of her as Julia.

Well,

and then on top of everything else, that

nice Miss Marle has disappeared.

Perhaps she's on the run.

On the run?

If she murdered Miss Matroy.

Philipper,

can't you stop talking about murder?

Don't you understand? I'm frightened.

God,

don't worry, Aunt Letty.

I'll look after you.

Mind you, I could do it better on a full

stomach.

I am hungry. Hana,

I am frightened.

Are we having supper tonight? You can

make it yourselves. I do nothing more in

this house. If they kill Miss Megatroid,

they can kill anyone. I am going to lock

myself in my room until tomorrow and

then I leave this house forever.

Good night, Miss Black Lock.

I'll see to dinner. Might be less

embarrassing all around. Don't be silly,

darling.

Nobody wants to sit at table with an

imposter. Oh, Patrick, if you're acting

as protector, you better taste the food.

I don't want to be accused of poisoning

the omelets. Omelets all right for

everybody. Fine by me. It's all I can

cook anyway. But I'm outstandingly good.

Do you need any help?

No.

There's something I want to say to you.

Save it.

But enough drama for one day.

If you've fallen madly in love with

Edmund Swedenham, that is strictly your

business. It isn't that. Look, why don't

you make yourself useful? go and lay the

table in the dining room or something,

which is a polite way of saying leave me

alone. When I shoot, I shoot to kill.

I'm on your side, Emma. That's all.

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That was excellent.

Thank you.

Have you eaten anything?

I had mine below stairs. Thank you

kindly, Mrs. Holmes.

I'll answer it.

Every time the phone rings, I assume

somebody else has been bumped off.

Let's count our blessings. At least it

was none of us three.

You're being amazingly cheerful all of a

sudden, Philipper.

Considering we're surrounded by death

and deceit.

Thank you, Inspector.

Oh, do you think we might have coffee in

the drawing room? We're expecting

company.

Not another announcement in the

newspaper.

Inspector Kra has invited himself over.

Well, he hasn't been to see us for at

least 20 minutes, and he's bringing the

Easterbrooks and the sweaters.

How terribly thrilling. Coffee in the

drawing room. Very well, Momm.

What is that?

I don't have to explain why we're here

today. Miss Amy Mgatroyd was murdered

very brutally.

And there's every reason to believe she

was murdered by somebody in this room.

More than that, we believe the murderer

was a woman.

Good God.

I'm going to ask the ladies present to

tell me what they were doing today

between the hours of 11:00 and noon.

Starting with the young lady who has

been calling herself Julia Simmons.

calling herself

hush mother.

Between 11 and 12, I was in Milchester

meeting Patrick for a secret walk along

the riverbank. We have no witnesses. We

could easily have driven in a fast car

to Miss Murgroid's cottage, but we

didn't.

I throw myself on the mercy of the

court.

Mrs. Swedenham.

Me?

What were you doing at the time in

question?

Well,

either turning the heel of a sock or

cleaning out the gutter, depending what

time the rain started.

It started to rain at 10 11.

Ah,

well, that means that I was turning the

heel of a sock until 10.

Then the rain started and paws into our

passage by the cloak room where the

gutters stopped up. So, I put on my coat

and gum boots and I cleaned out the

gutter with a broom handle.

Do you have any witnesses to the sock

turning or gutter cleaning?

No. I called to Edmund, but he didn't

answer. So, I assumed he was at an

important place in his novel.

And were you?

No, I was asleep.

Do you need a witness to that?

I don't think so. Mrs. is Easterbrook.

I was in the study with Archie. We were

listening to the wireless.

Can you confirm that, Colonel?

Uh, no.

No.

We were listening to the Wallace at

11:00.

Are we not talking about 11:00?

We're talking about between 11:00 and 12

precisely. And bear in mind that you

withheld vital information about a

revolver. So may I have some accuracy on

this occasion?

I was in the study with Archie listening

to the wireless

and then I toasted some scones

and in between I went for a little walk

alone.

I was talking to Lampson, a farmer from

Croft End about some chicken netting.

while your wife took a little walk.

Why didn't you ask the others what they

were doing? That HS woman and Edmund

Swatenham, he writes books about murder

and he's a communist. He's always

saying,

"I've made it quite clear that we're

looking for a woman, Mrs. Easterbrook.

Before

she died, Miss Margaret made a vital

statement about the killing of Rudy

Shirts.

As you will all remember, Miss Megatroid

was standing where I'm standing now when

[music] the unfortunate young man

entered through this door.

But it was dark. Nobody could see

anything.

Miss Megatroid was standing here so she

could see where the torch was shining.

Only she could see who wasn't in the

room at the time of the shooting.

She saw everything.

I too saw everything.

That's impossible. You weren't even in

the room.

No, I am not in [music] the room. I am

just a serving maiden, a foreigner. I am

not fine enough to be in the room with

the proper English. Ladies and

gentlemen,

you do [music] not even ask me into the

room to answer your questions. And I

know the answers because I saw what

happened.

Tell us what you saw.

The night of the shooting. I am in the

dining room cleaning the silver. Then I

hear the shots. I look through the

keyhole and I see her with a gun in her

hand. I see Miss Blacklock.

Me?

You must be mad.

But that's quite impossible if you think

about it.

Of course it's impossible because it was

you, wasn't it? Thank you, my dear.

Perhaps you could return to your

kitchen.

Always the kitchen.

You took the colonel's revolver. You

organized the advertisement in the

newspaper with shirts. We all know you

have a vivid imagination.

The whole idea is monstrous.

The lights went out. You slipped through

that door into the hallway. Shot at Miss

Blacklock, then killed Rudy Shouts.

And why would I do such a thing? What

possible motive could I have?

I hope you have an explanation for all

this, Edmund.

If Miss Blacklock dies,

two people inherit.

The two we know as Pip and Emma.

Julia Simmons is Emma that we know.

And

And you think that I'm Pip?

I'm Edmund Swatnenham. And I can prove

it. Birth certificate, schools,

university, everything.

He isn't Pip. I can prove it, too.

Inspector

you.

I'm Pip.

Good God, Philip, perhaps.

Everybody assumed that Pip was a boy,

but we were both girls. We hadn't seen

each other since our parents separated.

I had the same idea as Julia. I knew

there was money in the family. I found

out where Miss Blackot lived. Took a job

in the area.

I just wanted a little money to help

with my son's education. Murdering

people wasn't part of the plan. And when

the killing started, well, then the

letter arrived today. And truly, that

was the first moment we both realized

who we were.

We're getting along famously.

Inspector,

will you excuse me, please?

Just two minutes.

I wouldn't try to kill Miss Blacklock.

She's being too kind to me. And neither

would Edmund because he isn't Pip.

But he is in love with you, isn't he?

Well,

has he or has he not proposed to you?

Of course I have. She's wonderful. And

uh I'm going to marry her.

Edmund, you never tell me anything.

[music]

You could possibly have seen me. It is

possible. You know the difference

between truth and lies.

Liar.

What are you doing in my kitchen?

Watching you, Miss Blacklock.

Are you all right, my dear?

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Did [snorts] I do it properly?

You were splendid. I must ask you to

come along with me to answer questions

about this incident and there will be

other charges. I have to warn you,

Leticia Blacklock.

Charlotte Blacklo. Sergeant,

I'm sorry. Charlotte Blacklock.

I'm sorry.

I'm [sighs] sorry.

I want to kill you. I want to kill you.

[clears throat]

It's your story, Miss Marvel.

Oh, well, I I only just helped a little

here and there,

like stage managing Hannah's performance

tonight. She couldn't have seen Miss

Blacklock through the keyhole because

the key was in the lock.

Yes, you did your best to ruin the whole

thing.

I was accused of murder, too.

Really? I'm almost sorry I missed it.

Edmund was part of our stage management.

He performed magnificently.

But what gave you the idea in the first

place that Miss Blacklock was the

murderer?

Oh, the way the shooting was planned. It

had to take place in total darkness.

Therefore, there could be no fire.

Therefore, the central heating was on.

Everyone commented on it and no one

could arrange that except the mistress

of the house.

The lights went out. Miss Blacklock

slipped out into the hall, fired the

shots, killed shirts, then slipped back

into the room.

Then she nicked her ear with a pair of

uh nail scissors. If you slip them over

the ear, it releases quite a lot of

blood.

And of course, Delila helped too.

Delila

cat.

Yes. If you fray the flex of an electric

lamp and then pour water on it, the

lights fuse. You see, I didn't realize

that until Delila demonstrated it to me.

Is that how Aunt how Miss Blacklo fused

the lights?

Yes. She poured water from the flowers

onto the frayed flexcks of the table

lamp. Poor Dora Banner noticed that the

lamp had been changed. No longer a

shepherd, but a shepherdistice. Or the

reverse. I afraid I can't quite

remember. But

yes, but why start all the killing to

begin with?

Because she had a guilty secret.

It's a case of once upon a time.

Once upon a time, there were two

sisters, Charlotte and Leticia

Blacklock, complete with a stupid,

cruel, and old-fashioned father.

Leticia Blacklock was a very successful,

professional woman, personal secretary

to Randall Girdler. But Charlotte stayed

at home. She was disfigured. She had a

swelling in her neck. No, a thyroid

gland known as Goiter. An operation

would have been possible, but her father

didn't believe in it. But however, just

before the war, her father died, so she

was able to go to B and have an

operation, which was a success,

except that the operation left a scar

around the neck, hence the pearls.

Leticia left her job with Gerler to look

after Charlotte in Switzerland. After

the operation, they both worked in the

Red Cross during the war. And then quite

unexpectedly,

Leticia died. And Charlotte knew that

Leticia had quite a large sum of money

to inherit. And also that nobody had

seen her in England for many years.

So she changed identities.

She chose a very quiet out of the way

village called Chipping Kegol and waited

there for Belglet to die. Then she would

be a rich woman.

But of course, really it was her

kindness of heart that let her down.

Dora Bunner wrote to her out of the

blue. She'd been an old school friend of

both the sisters. Charlotte was pleased

to hear from her and let her into the

secret.

And Dora approved wholeheartedly.

It seemed only right to her from in her

confused and muddle-headed mind that

dear Lotty should not be done out of her

inheritance because of Leticia's

untimely death.

So Dora came to Little Paddock

and very soon Charlotte realized that

she'd made a terrible error of judgment.

Dora was unreliable.

She sometimes called her Lotty instead

of Letty.

And then Rudy Schirtz turned up. A much

more serious threat. Did he really know

Miss Blacklo?

Yes, we checked. He'd worked at the

clinic in Bon. I'm sure all he had in

mind was a little petty blackmail, but

he was a threat to Miss Blacklock's

whole way of life.

She had begun to believe in her fantasy,

you see. So she shot Rudy Shirts. And

then, of course, she found that poor

Dora was unreliable.

I'm afraid it was that conversation with

me in the Bluebird Cafe that Charlotte

partially overheard that day that really

sealed poor Dora's fate.

She tried to make her last day a happy

one by giving her a birthday party.

Really? It was like being kind to a dog

that you're going to destroy.

And Miss Megatroid.

Oh, no. She killed Miss Megatroid out of

fear. Poor Aunt Letty.

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Miss Marble.

Oh, Inspector.

A handsome couple.

Yes, indeed.

You're an honored guest, I assume.

Oh, well, they were quite insistent.

And you?

Oh, no, no. I was just passing.

As a matter of fact, I read about the

wedding in the Chipping Cleorn Gazette.

Of course.

How else would one know what was going

on in Chipping Cake Horn?

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