Murder at the Gallop Page #6

Alone, sir?

- Quite alone. | - Where?

I'm not familiar enough | with the area to tell you.

You were familiar enough | to find your way back?

The horse did.

Did you meet anyone whilst riding?

No, I'm afraid not. I wish I had.

So do I.

What about you, Mr Crossfield?

Well, I was out riding too.

- I see. | - I didn't meet anyone either.

Very well then... and I suppose you | were out riding too, Mr Enderby?

No, I was in here all afternoon.

Were you, Hector?

The door was locked. | I thought you were out.

I locked the door. | I didn't want to be disturbed.

What were you doing?

I was doing my accounts.

I see. Very well.

Mrs Shane?

We all seem to have pretty feeble | alibis; I was in my room too.

All afternoon?

Yes, except when I went to look | for Hector. I was reading.

Did anyone see you | when you came looking for Mr Enderby?

No.

I must say, it is unusual for an | English woman to prefer reading

when she could be riding, | but it is possible.

- I didn't say it wasn't. | - I hope you're satisfied.

I'm far from satisfied, Mr Enderby, | but we'll leave it for now.

Please make detailed statements | to the Sergeant

and keep yourselves available.

- I'll be with the Chief Constable. | - Yes, sir.

Just one moment, Inspector.

Do you want us all to stay here?

I'm afraid so, | at least until after the inquest.

I have to go up north tomorrow.

I'm sorry, that isn't possible.

It's an important sale. | Lord Fotherway's picture collection.

I have a client for the Gainsborough.

You also have a partner, | I understand.

Have you been checking up on me?

Your partner can handle the sale, | can't he?

- Yes, but... | - That's fine. Good day.

Now, sir, perhaps | I could deal with you first.

I want to tell you something.

- Yes? | - I'm trying to run a business here.

It's not very nice | having a police car parked outside.

If you come again, | you might come more incognito.

- Nothing else? | - That's enough.

Yes, it is. Good morning.

- Do you see that? | - Can't miss it.

It's a Broadbreech side-saddle.

Broadbreech, Northampton. | Vintage, too.

- Have a look. | - What?

Have a look at the date... | behind the stirrup bar.

It says...

No, don't tell me, I'll tell you.

1882.

No, I'm lying to you. 1885.

Right.

I can tell you whose it is, I've only | seen one once in this country,

Lady Curthbrackle.

No...

It belongs to...

Me, Mr Enderby. Morning, Inspector. | My mama's, of course.

It's magnificent.

I hope you have an animal | to accommodate it and me?

Yes, indeed.

Oh, how nice. I've booked in | for a week, don't you know.

Inspector, how nice to see you | after so long.

So long?

Yes, it must be months.

Yes... quite.

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