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'... and so m'lord',
declared Sefton Harricott,
'Jacob Rushton
did indeed suffer a heart attack,
but it was induced by
a noxious substance in his snuff.'
- I'm beginning to...
- Wait.
'The murderer', continued
Harricott, 'made one error,
he didn't remove the incriminating
residue from the snuff box.'
A mistake our murderer
no doubt imagines he has not made.
Why should anyone
want to do such a thing?
That, Mr. Stringer, is the question.
Poor Mr. Ffolly Hardwicke
had just returned from our ship.
He had something important to say,
he never said it.
I wonder.
Yes!
That's where the motive must lie.
Mr. Stringer, there is something
going on aboard the Battledore.
Goodness!
Ah, there she is!
Magnificent!
A real bit of history.
Pity anything
so beautiful should hold the answer
to something as sordid as murder.
Here comes the long boat.
Well on time -
two minutes
to two bells on the dogwatch.
Is this wise? Shouldn't we have tried
to convince the Chief Inspector?
Policemen, Mr. Stringer -
particularly our friend,
are only convinced by proven fact.
Once you're out there
on the water, it'll be so easy.
A marlinspike in the dark,
your body rolling in the scuppers,
a splash,
carried out on the ebb tide...
My dear Jim, calm yourself.
I'm sorry, but I must insist
on pointing out the dangers.
Are you going to help me
or are you not?
- Well, yes, of course.
- Thank you.
- Now you have your signal lamp?
- Yes, yes.
Be sure to book a room
overlooking the estuary.
- I suggest at that hotel.
- Yes.
- You understand?
- Yes.
Keep lookout
at 11 o'clock tonight.
I shall pass on to you
any evidence I've uncovered,
so that if anything
untoward does happen,
you will be empowered
to pursue the matter on your own.
That's all then I think.
I shall see you
in the morning as arranged,
unless of course I find it necessary
to contrive a longer stay on board,
but if the captain's
all the Bishop says he is,
I will not be very welcome.
Miss Marple, I forbid you to...
Damn the torpedoes.
Full speed ahead, Mr. Stringer.
Thank you, laddie.
- Can I help you with your bag, sir?
- Oh, no. No, thank you.
- May I?
- Oh, certainly, ma'am.
Push off for'ard.
Give way together, lads.
Look at it. Will you look at it!
Reefer jacket,
brass buttons, tricorn hat.
Who does she think she is?
Neptune's mother?
All right, Connington. Pipe.
- Pipe.
- Pipe.
- De Courcy Rhumstone, ma'am.
- Marple, Captain.
Welcome aboard.
May I introduce you to my officers?
- By all means.
- Commander Breeze Connington, ma'am.
- How do you do?
- Organization and accounts.
Lieutenant Commander Dimchurch.
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