Town on Trial Page #2

No point in beating

about the bush, is there?

Yes, I was.

- What happened? A row?

- Sort of.

- Were you at the club last night?

- Yes.

- Well, what time did you leave?

- I don't know. Oh, about nine.

- Where'd you go?

- I came home.

- Peter...

- Yes?

- You forgot the washer.

- Thanks.

- What sort of school do you go to?

- Oakley Grammar.

Do they give you a Rupert Brooke

at grammar school?

I shouldn't have thought Molly Stevens was

the kind of a girl who appreciated poetry.

No, she didn't.

Excuse me, I'll go and wash.

Why did you and Molly Stevens

break up, Peter?

Someone else?

- Who said we'd broken up?

- Her landlady.

Who did she go around with

after she dropped you?

- She didn't drop me.

- You had a row, didn't you?

- Yes, but...

- Why don't you tell him, Peter?

- Please keep out of this.

- He's too decent to tell you.

Because he knew she was

running about with a married man.

- Who was he?

- Mark Roper.

I'm asking the boy!

Who's Mark Roper, Peter?

The way she carried on,

it's no surprise what happened.

Don't talk like that.

All she cared about was having

a good time, fast cars and boyfriends.

- Stop it!

- It's the truth, and you know it.

And the sooner you forget

about her, the better!

What time did he get in

last night, Mrs Crowley?

About a quarter to ten.

I see. Thank you.

That's him all right.

He's going in to change.

See you back at the station.

Right, driver.

Hey, what do you say?

- Thank you.

- That's better.

- Come on, hurry up.

- Coming!

Come along!

Hello! I haven't seen you around before.

Are you a member?

I'm a police officer, Mr Roper.

Really? Chuck me that towel,

will you, there's a good chap.

Thanks.

- Well, what can I do for you?

- A girl was murdered last night.

I should think it might have something

to do with that, wouldn't you?

Excuse me.

Well, have you found anything out yet?

You chaps are usually pretty sharp.

She was a member here, wasn't she?

That's right.

I understand you

knew her pretty well.

What do you mean,

you understand I knew her?

Pretty difficult not to,

considering I'm the club secretary.

Didn't you ever, er...

take her out?

Ooh, I'm a married man! You can't

play around in a town like this.

Mr Roper, I get the impression this is

what you might call a high-class club.

Yes, I suppose you could call it that.

Not the sort of place you'd

expect to find a Molly Stevens.

No, she didn't quite fit in.

I can imagine.

How'd she get in?

Well, I suppose I...

used my influence.

I thought it was about time the club

had a bit of glamour around.

You get rather tired of

buck teeth and bow legs, you know.

That's a Harrow tie, isn't it?

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