Crooked House Page #4

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which were less than successful.

- Ah, yes.

- So you wrote her a screenplay.

I am an historian.

I write on medieval art

and literature.

This screenplay of my wife's

was...

Is a one-off.

Mm-hm.

She and I live for the arts.

So you play no part

in your father's

business operations?

Uncle Roger runs

associated catering,

my grandfather's

flagship company.

Yes, my little brother

is the man,

despite having the

business sense of a mongoose.

But you are not

in actual need of... Money?

No one in this house

is in actual need of money.

Why on earth

would you stay here?

Because that was the deal.

Besides,

who actually wants to work

for a living, Mr. Hayward?

Has the will been read?

Not yet. Why?

I'd have expected it by now,

that's all.

Everyone knows what's in it.

I mean, we're all

very well provided for.

So no little clues

for you there, Mr. Hayward.

Thank you, Mr. Leonides.

Yes, one last thing.

If you must.

You don't seem at all sad, sir.

I beg your pardon?

Your father is dead.

But you don't seem

remotely sad about it.

Goodbye, Mr. Hayward.

A little man, Mr. Hayward,

who cast a large shadow.

A very large

and rather crooked shadow.

Hm.

What are you doing?

Can't I play detective too?

You smell of cigar,

which means you've met Philip.

But you don't smell of alcohol.

Is Magda still asleep?

No. I met her.

So you actually declined

the drink she offered you.

Good boy.

Keeping a clear head.

Eyes on the prize.

No wonder Sophia likes you.

Lady Edith,

when might be a good time

for us to talk?

Oh, I'm busy.

Autumnal pruning.

Ah.

I'm a firm believer

in the benefits of deadheading.

In all seasons.

Clemency Leonides.

Do feel free to come and go

as you please.

I'm sorry, the door was open.

You're the private detective

Sophia hired, I suppose?

Charles Hayward.

Continuing our theme

of openness,

perhaps you should be aware

that I am a senior

research chemist at la Roche.

And...?

And my specialty

is plant toxicology,

Mr. Hayward.

I know all there is to know

about poisons.

I don't suppose you ever bring

your work home with you, now?

Roger!

Sophia's detective is here.

So tell me, how does it work?

All of you living

in this house together?

Who told you it works?

Mr. Hayward.

Aunt Edith tells me

you know Sophia.

Yes, we knew each other briefly

in Cairo.

No, no, that's good.

We think that's good, don't we,

Clemmy? Anything to help

lock this slut away.

Darling.

I cannot believe she couldn't

wait. He was 86, for god's sake,

and she murdered him

in cold blood.

Roger, be quiet.

Yes, your wife is right, sir.

If you're not careful,

you may find yourself

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