Murder! Page #2

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to meet, dear.

Say, who's that man?

Oh, that's

our heavy lead.

Ion Stewart.

Very sound actor.

Is he married?

How did he get on

with the prisoner?

Excuse me, inspector.

Say, how

did he get on

with the prisoner

miss Baring?

So-so, you know?

Was he popular

with the ladies?

You talking

about the jerk?

He's a bit too popular

if you ask me.

Please, if you could

call her a lady.

Shh. Now,

Doucie, remember,

she's only just dead.

Oh, all right,

all right.

I've never heard yet

that telling the truth

was a disgrace.

Only been one year

about Edna

and Stewart anyhow.

And the way I take it,

mr. Stewart

and mrs. Druce...

Excuse me. My line.

Oh! Don't bother

to show me through.

I know my way.

This is not the first

time, Reginald.

Everything's

going splendid.

Well, perhaps

I ought not to say

Edna and Stewart

like that.

But, Ted, you know

what Edna was like,

anyone she liked

had to be wrote in.

I can't wait

any longer.

Quick! In here!

Excuse me

a minute, inspector.

Shan't be long.

There's a quick change.

How do you do?

No, I'm sorry.

He's not here.

What have

they done with her?

Why, she's down at

the station, I expect.

Did she say anything,

do you know?

Is there anything

I can do?

Markham, you don't

really think

she's done it, do you?

Why have

they arrested her?

Saw it with me own eyes.

She was with the poker

in her hand

just by her side anyway.

Blood. Covered with blood.

Why, what's

the matter with you?

Blood always makes

me feel sick,

even the mention

of it.

Well, that's all right.

Here's your helmet.

Ready?

Yeah.

Hurry up, Markham.

There you are.

Ok?

Yeah.

Yeah. Why not?

Members of the jury,

Diana Baring is indicted

and stands charge

with the willful murder

of Edna Druce.

For this indictment,

she has pleaded

not guilty.

It is your duty

to inquire

whether she

is guilty or not.

I need not remind you

that in the eyes

of the law,

men and women are equal.

The crime of murder

in England, at least,

is judged dispassionately.

Neither beauty

nor youth nor provocation

can mitigate...

She gave me

the strangest look.

Half-surprised...

And half-angry.

And she said:

"How dare you!"

And I don't

remember anymore.

I just don't remember.

Must have happened when

I was not conscious of myself.

That's all I can say.

Our defense is

a complete denial

of all responsibility.

You've been able to observe

the behavior of the prisoner

in the dock...

And in the witness box.

My learned friend has

referred to her behavior

as hardened.

Gentlemen and ladies

of the jury,

is there anything so hardy

as the behavior

of sheer innocence?

If you're convinced

that the story

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