Murder at the Gallop Page #3

Of course | I disapprove of her gossiping,

but in a desperate situation, | one must use the means at hand.

- Yes. | - I suggest we start at once.

Oh?

Surely you realise why?

Have you and I | ever read a murder thriller

that stops at a single killing?

Then you mean...

Yes, the killer may strike again.

I hadn't thought of that.

Perhaps the police...

We will go to the police | when our case is complete.

They have their methods, | we have ours.

Yes... and moreover I'm told | that Cora Lansquenet

did not return to Milchester | just for the funeral.

After living in France | for a number of years,

two months ago, she rented | a cottage a few miles from here.

That's where her brother, | Mr Enderby, visited her.

The vicar maintains | that he was a recluse.

He hadn't left the country | for 30 years.

Yes, I heard that too, | and Mrs Heyley-Brown...

Always a mine of information.

...says Cora Lansquenet | needed that inheritance badly

because before he died, her husband | ran through all her money

buying worthless paintings.

Yes, all very usefuI, | but it still doesn't tell us

why she thinks her brother | was murdered.

- Perhaps she wasn't being truthfuI. | - Why should she lie?

Well, she did marry a Frenchman - | a painter too.

Yes, and a bad one, but that doesn't | make her completely irresponsible.

No, not completely.

Do you know, I think it's time | I had my portrait painted.

Your portrait, Miss Marple?

I'm going to call on Cora Lansquenet, | just as an excuse.

We must find out what her brother | said to her that day

that makes her so sure | he was murdered.

I'll be back to tea.

Perhaps you'll be so kind | as to get it ready for us.

Mrs Lansquenet?

Mrs Lansquenet, | I'm sorry to disturb you...

Mrs Lansquenet?

- Who are you? What are you doing? | - Well, I was...

What's the matter | with Mrs Lansquenet?

I'm afraid she's dead.

Dead?

You killed her!

- My dear... | - Don't touch me!

You killed her. | I saw you bending over her.

My dear woman, | do I look like a murderess?

I don't know what you look like, | but I saw you.

What you did or didn't see | isn't of much point at the moment.

We have to call the police. | Where's the telephone?

There it is.

You haven't yet told me who you are?

I'm Mrs Lansquenet's companion, | Miss Milchrest.

Hello? Yes, I can hear you're | talking, but you'll have to stop.

Yes, I know it's a party line, | but this is an emergency,

I have to call the police.

You needn't be sarcastic, young man, | indeed I have a crime to report...

Murder. Murder most fouI.

- Good afternoon, Inspector. | - Miss Marple?

Yes. I have some tittle-tattle | to convey. Do come in.

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