Dial M for Murder Page #3

-So do I.

I think I must have seen you

somewhere since we left Cambridge.

Ever been to Wimbledon?.

That's it.

Wendice. Tony Wendice.

-What's all this about Fisher?.

-What's all this about Lesgate?.

Would you like a cigar?.

No, thanks. I'll just stick to my pipe.

That's one habit you've changed.

I remember, at college, you always used to

smoke rather expensive cigars.

Wait a minute, I think I have

a picture of you here somewhere.

Yes.

Yes. Here's one.

Taken at a reunion dinner.

There you are with the biggest cigar

in the business.

That's the first and last

reunion I ever went to.

-What a murderous thug I look.

-Yes, you do rather.

Of course, I always remember you

because of the college ball.

You were the treasurer, weren't you?.

Honorary treasurer.

I used to organize the beastly things.

Some of the ticket money

was stolen, wasn't it?.

That's right. Almost 100.

I'd left it in a cashbox in my study,

and in the morning, it had gone.

-It was the college porter, of course.

-Yes. Poor old Alfred.

He never could back a winner.

-They found the cashbox in his back garden.

-But not the money.

-Twenty years ago.

-What are you doing nowadays?.

I deal in property.

I don't follow tennis very closely.

-Do you still play?.

-No, I've given it up.

Rather, tennis gave me up.

One has to earn a living sometime.

And I had a pretty good run for my money.

Went round the world three times.

-What are you doing now?.

-I sell sports equipment.

It's not very lucrative,

but it gives me plenty of spare time.

I see you manage to run

a very comfortable little place.

My wife has some money of her own.

Otherwise, I should hardly feel

like blowing 1000 on your car.

Eleven hundred.

People with capital don't realize

how lucky they are.

I'm almost resigned to

living on what I can earn.

You can always marry for money.

Yes, I suppose some people

make a business out of that.

-I know I did.

-Why do you think she married you?.

Well, I was a tennis star.

Yes, but you've given up tennis.

She hasn't left you.

She nearly did.

After we were married,

I played in championships...

...and took Margot with me.

She didn't like it,

and when we got back...

...she tried to make me give up tennis

and play husband instead.

In the end, we compromised.

I went alone to America

for the grass-court season...

...and returned after

the national championships.

I soon realized a lot had happened

while I was away.

For one thing, she wasn't in love

with me anymore.

There were phone calls which would

end abruptly if I happened to walk in.

There was an old school friend

who used to visit from time to time.

One day, we had a row.

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