Dial M for Murder Page #6

to upset her most.

Yes. That always seems

to upset them most.

I say, old boy,

if you want another drink...

...do you mind putting on these gloves?.

Now, where were we?.

Yes, I'd lost you...

...and then I found you

one day at the dog-racing.

And I tailed you home to your

new lodgings in Belsize Park.

There Mr. Adams became Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson left Belsize Park

owing 16 weeks' rent...

...and somewhat richer for a

brief encounter with a Miss Wallace.

You used to take Miss Wallace out

on Wednesdays and Sundays.

She certainly was in love

with you, wasn't she?.

I suppose she thought you were growing

that handsome mustache to please her.

Poor Miss Wallace.

This is all very interesting.

Do go on.

July, August, September:.

Apartment 127, Carlisle Court.

Occupant:
a Mrs. Van Dorn.

Her late husband left her two hotels

and a large apartment house, furnished.

What a base to operate from,

Captain Lesgate.

The only trouble is, she does

rather enjoy being courted.

And she's so very expensive.

Perhaps that's why you've been trying

to sell her car for over a month.

Mrs. Van Dorn asked me

to sell it for her.

I know. I called her up

just before you arrived here.

She only wanted 800.

Where's the nearest police station?.

Opposite the church.

Two minutes' walk.

-Suppose I walk there now.

-What would you tell them?.

-Everything.

-Everything?.

All about Mr. Adams

and Mr. Wilson?.

I should simply tell them that you

are trying to blackmail me into--

Into?.

Murdering your wife.

I almost wish you would.

When she heard that,

we'd have the laugh of our lives.

-Aren't you forgetting something?.

-Am I?.

You've told me quite a lot tonight.

-What of it?.

-Suppose I tell them...

...how you followed her

to that studio in Chelsea...

...and watched them cooking

spaghetti and all that rubbish.

-Will that ring a bell?.

-It would.

They'd assume you'd followed her.

-Me?. Why should I?.

-Why should you steal her handbag?.

Why should you write

those blackmail notes?.

Can you prove you didn't?.

You certainly can't prove I did.

It'll be a straight case

of your word against mine.

That would puzzle them, wouldn't it.

What could you say?.

I should say that you came here tonight

half-drunk and tried to borrow money...

...on the strength that we

were at college together.

When I refused, you said something

about a letter belonging to my wife.

As far as I could make out,

you tried to sell it to me.

I gave you what money I had,

and you gave me the letter.

It has your fingerprints on it, remember?.

Then you said if I went to the police...

...you'd tell some crazy story about

my wanting you to murder my wife.

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