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and overbearing.

But he's wrong. He is wrong.

- Good night.

- Alice.

You're trying to tell me something else,

aren't you?

No!

No, I'm not, but I...

- I must go.

- What did you say his name was again?

Clive Hamilton.

Goodnight, Sylvia.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize to me, dear boy.

It's your Crockery.

Here, you'd better let me do the drying.

- I really do need a drink.

- Rubbish.

What you need

is an end to your worries.

So far we've nothing to start on,

nothing to help us at all.

I know.

We must have a body to examine.

We can't possibly work without one.

If you're thinking

of applying for an exhumation...

Apply for nothing.

We'll dig one up.

- We'll what?

- Dig one up.

That lad they buried today will do.

Nice and fresh.

Then we might learn something.

- But we can't just go out and start...

- We'll do it tonight.

There's a full moon.

Couldn't be better.

We'll start off about midnight.

Alice.

Alice!

Alice?

Is that you Alice?

Aah!

Wait a minute. I know you.

I know you!

Come on.

Oh!

Oh!

Ah.

Oh, oh.

Go away!

Oh, no. No!

Hey, Tom. Get her off!

Oh, let me go!

Leave me alone. Oh, oh!

- Come on.

- Let go!

Let me go! Let me go!

- Catch.

- Catch.

Oh!

What's it to be, lads?

Aces high?

Aces high.

Cut.

Ten of spades, four of diamonds,

Jack of clubs

Jack of hearts.

Let her go.

King of hearts.

Very appropriate.

Don't... Don't touch me.

- Don't you dare touch me.

- Come on, little fox.

Go to ground.

Leave her alone!

Get out of my sight, the lot of you.

Get out!

Get out!

Miss Forbes...

I know that it is useless to ask you

to forgive my friends.

Such behavior is beneath contempt

and beyond forgiveness.

I only ask

that you accept my solemn word

that I knew nothing

of what was going on.

How do you know my name?

The arrival in as small a village as this

of a beautiful young lady

and her distinguished father

could scarcely go unnoticed,

Miss Forbes.

My name is Hamilton,

Clive Hamilton.

Will you kindly take me home,

Mr. Hamilton?

I fear you have not forgiven me yet.

Your fears are well founded,

Mr. Hamilton. I have not.

Now, will you take me home

or do I have to walk?

Is there nothing I can do to persuade

you of my personal innocence?

Nothing.

I take it, then, I have to walk?

My carriage is at your disposal.

Unfortunately,

I can't leave at this moment

but I shall instruct

one of my young guests...

- Thank you. I prefer to walk.

- Miss Forbes, you can't walk.

You might be attacked, Miss Forbes.

I've already been attacked.

And it was here in your house.

Now, please open the door.

Thank you.

And tomorrow I shall go

straight to the police.

- Please don't do that, Miss Forbes.

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