Sleuth Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 138 min
- 2,671 Views
- Oh, no, no, no. I just
want to live with her.
- So what's stopping you ?
- Basically the firm of
Prurien and Pry, ltd.,
Whom you and Marguerite
have seen fit to employ.
Don't be so innocent.
Those nicotine-stained private
detectives have been camping
outside Tea's for the last week.
It was an insurance policy
to keep you from changing
your mind about the divorce.
- How do you know I wasn't
having you watched, hmm ?
- Why not ?
Afraid of what you might find out ?
Or didn't you think that was possible ?
Now, don't start doing a fertility dance.
Of course I knew they'd find you and
Marguerite rutting away like crazed weasels.
But why should I pay good money
to have something confirmed
- Black.
- Then if you knew, why didn't
I had to assure myself that you and
Marguerite were going to be a fixture.
You see, I want to lose the
dear girl for life, not just...
a two-week Tindolini perm, set and touch-up.
- Good shot.
- Yes, it was. Yellow.
You see, you don't know her as well as
I do. You think you do, but you don't.
If you fail her, by which I mean
cancelling the account at Harrod's...
or shortchanging her on winters in Jamaica,
She'll be back to me in a
jiffy, mewing for support.
And, guilty wife or no, she
may be entitled to get it.
- Green.
- Money isn't everything.
And what if she is used to
luxury ? Whose fault is that ?
It's not a fault if you can afford it.
But can you ?
Knowing you to be hard up-- brown--
has she shown any signs
of mending her ways...
in these last, idyllic three months ?
Blue. When, for instance,
did she last turn down
no offense, mind you-- the
persuasive charms of Dago Red ?
Black.
No, I'm not joking. How much has
this brief liaison cost you so far ?
And that old Dad of yours in Soho--
when did you last send him any money ?
Often I've told her we spend too much.
- No.
Silvery laugh.
Coquettish turn of the head.
Something like that.
Well, it's to solve this little problem
that I've invited you here tonight.
And this, as they say, is
where the plot thickens.
What plot ?
Whatever are you doing with
that cue in your hand ?
I was waiting for you to miss.
Foolish boy.
Once upon a time, my dear Milo,
there was an Englishman called Andrew Wyke,
who, in common with most of his countrymen,
was virtually castrated by taxation.
his accountants advised him...
To put a considerable part of
his money, some 250,000 pounds,
into jewelry.
His wife, of course, was delighted.
- Marguerite never told me you'd
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