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Miss Marple?

Hi, how do you do?

I'm Tim Kendall.

Your bungalow is nearly ready. Oh, thank you. Welcome to the Caribbean.

Oh, this is my wife, Molly. How do you do? Welcome.

I understand you're from St. Mary Mead.

Yes, do you know it?

No. Very few do.

Yes, I had a bad go of pneumonia last winter, and the doctor advised sunshine

and rest.

And my nephew, Raymond.

Major?

Was kind enough to make all the arrangements. He's really such a sweet

Respect.

Oh, my, how lovely.

Thank you. Oh, just a moment.

There.

Victoria. Just let her know if you need anything.

Victoria. What do you do, Mom?

No, I'm sure I shan't need anything. Oh, this is very nice. Very nice indeed.

What a beautiful hotel.

Thank you.

I shall let you freshen up.

We have a tram to take you to the beach when you want to go.

Okay. I've left you an extra towel in case you want to swim.

Swim?

Quit bumping me. Slow down.

I didn't ask you to race me back to the bungalow, you idiot.

Now, Mr. Rayfield, your medication is overdue. If you left when I first

mentioned it... I leave when I damn well choose.

Not a lot of good medication does that. Be careful.

You nearly ran into that old fool there.

You'll have to excuse the old grouch. I'm afraid this illness has made him a

snappish. Oh, what a pity.

Are you a relative of his?

Oh, oh, thank heavens, no, no.

I'm his nurse.

Secretary.

entertainment director, whatever he can think of. My name's Ruth Walters. And

I'm Jane Marple. So nice to meet you. Ruth!

Marple, may I introduce myself? I'm Major Geoffrey Paldrave. Molly tells me

you're a misplaced British like myself.

May I join you?

Oh, certainly. I'd welcome the company.

I noticed your notebook.

Are you a writer, perhaps?

Not in any true sense of the word.

I'm working on my memoirs. Just a little project to keep me amused.

I've done a lot of traveling, picked up a lot of odd tales.

No reason to let all that go by the board, is there?

Do you do any writing yourself?

Oh, my, no.

Oh, good heavens, I wouldn't know where to begin.

This is my creative outlet.

Oh, that's not for you, is it? No, no.

I'm doing this for Eleanor Kincaid's new grandson, back in St.

Marymead. St.

Marymead?

Yes, do you know it?

I can't say I do.

No, I've been almost everywhere, but I've not spent much time in England.

High adventure, that's always been my cup of tea.

I'm told this is your first time here.

Would you like to take a look around?

Oh, that would be lovely.

Oh, you can leave your belongings here. Nobody will disturb them.

We don't have much thievery in these parts.

Lots of scandal, though.

The Kendals have recently stocked this pond with rare tropical

fish.

Previous owners didn't go over that sort of thing, but I think the Kendals had

the right idea.

Spruce the place up. Give the old hotel a shot in the arm.

Have they owned it long?

About six months or so.

A lot of money tied up in it.

Things will be sticky for a bit, I should wonder.

Oh, Miss Marple.

There you are. I was looking for you.

I was going to give you a guided tour. I see the Major has beaten me to it.

Would you care for a lemonade?

Compliments to the management? Oh, yes, of course. Thank you.

Okay, Major.

Oh, not for me. Best I get back to work.

Miles to go before I sleep and all that tommy rot.

Dinner's at six.

Perhaps I may escort you to the dining room?

Oh, of course.

Everyone's being so gracious and attentive, I don't know what to think.

no pleasure, I'm sure.

All right, one lemonade coming up.

I'll have you spoiled rotten before you get back on that plane.

Watch your step.

Here you go.

You play bridge.

Look at that.

I don't know why they call me lucky when every hand I get is a dog.

No, that's table talk.

I think we ought to throw the hand in.

What do you think, Evelyn?

I'm throwing this in.

Forget it.

It's the best hand I've had all afternoon.

Are you serious?

Well, then.

Might as well play it out.

Pass.

Two spades.

Four spades.

Here we go.

Have you met these people?

Not formally, no.

Well, allow me.

I'd skip last names, Tim. She'll never get us straight.

I'm Lucky. This is Edward, Evelyn, and Greg.

Nice to meet you.

This is Jane Markle. Just arrived this afternoon.

I love that.

As though we hadn't memorized every phase inside.

It's a small place.

You'll know us all much better than you like.

Really, my dear.

Your flippancy is beginning to get on my nerves.

She doesn't mean to be pushy.

Yes, I do.

Molly. Molly, what is it?

I'm sorry.

That was awful.

I thought I was dead.

I can't understand what's happening.

I never dreamed like this. I've never had a nightmare in my life, and now

after night. Damn, I'm so scared.

No, come on, Hush. Let's be logical, man.

Everything we have is tied up in this place.

Our impressions are immense.

As soon as we're in the black, nightmares will go away.

I promise.

What would I do without you?

We missed you at lunch.

Took a lunch straight at my roof so that I could finish this chapter I'm working

on. You're writing from your own experiences, I assume.

Oh, indeed.

But you know what they say.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

People are very odd, Major.

Never quite what they seem.

Ah, my point exactly. Very well put.

Now, here's a story that illustrates that to a team.

Lots of fellas sitting at the club one day.

And a fellow told me a story I never forgot.

Medical man he was, the name Tate.

One of his cases.

Woman tried to hang herself and this Dr.

Tate got her just in the nick of time to revive her after the husband found her

and cut her down.

Anyway, she pulled through.

Young husband was devoted to her. Cried like a baby when she came round.

The next thing this doctor hears, she's tried it again.

And this time she succeeds.

No, no, no, wait.

I know what you're going to say.

Suicide victims are apt to repeat the attempt.

Well, that's not the unusual aspect of this case.

Dr. Tate happened to be consulting with a colleague who told a very similar

tale. A woman stuck her head in the oven.

Her husband revived her, only to lose her in another suicide attempt sometime

later.

But now, here's the interesting part.

When this colleague went round to see his patient, he spotted a rare hibiscus

plant near the front door.

Got out his camera to take a snap.

Just as he did, the woman's husband came out.

The snapshot was a bit out of focus, but immediately Dr.

Tate looked at it. He recognized the man in the picture as being the young

husband of the hanging affair.

Oh dear, the same man with two different wives committing suicide.

Seems a proper matter for police inquiry.

Ah, but it was never followed up as far as the doctor could tell.

I expect the fellow covered up his tracks too well.

Queer story, though, wasn't it?

Wouldn't think things like that could happen.

Oh, yes, I would.

A murderer isn't always clever.

I've heard that if a man finds a formula that works, he won't stop.

Might be worth a mention in the book if I can find a way to work it in.

Oh, by the way...

The doctor let me have the snapshot, just as a curiosity.

Well, these odds and ends.

I don't know why I keep all these tidbits.

Oh, I've forgotten about that business.

Good -looking woman, too, she was.

You'll never suspect... Dear, I must watch myself.

Like to see a picture of a murderer?

Gorgeous day.

Perfect day for a walk, don't you think?

Just the thing.

Good afternoon.

You must be Miss Marple.

I am Dr. Graham, the hotel physician.

Oh, how do you do?

Major Paul Gray was just telling me about his memoir.

Is there something wrong?

I don't know.

Let's hope not.

Excuse me.

Can you take a picture of her?

No, Arthur, no. I said lap robe, not tablecloth. If I can't throw that across

knees, I'd look like an imbecile.

Blast you, Arthur. Can't you do anything right?

Now, I've been patient with you, but I'm about to lose my temper.

That Arthur Jackson must be a saint to put up with Rayfield.

Oh, I don't know.

Mr. Rayfield somehow reminds me of a wolfhound that used to bark at my gate.

One day I'll fuss back at him, and he...

rolled over to have his underbelly scratched.

I can't say I'd put Rachel in that class myself, but you may be right.

I wouldn't want to work for the man.

Ruth is devoted to him, of course, but I can't quite see her tickling his tummy,

can you?

Curious she isn't married.

Attractive as she is.

Perhaps she has other plans for herself.

Oh, Major Pargrave.

You've got to help me choose.

Excuse me.

What do you think, the green or the blue?

Come on, Greg, dear, let's go.

What'd you buy?

Nothing.

Edward! Oh, Edward, look what I bought.

And it's your favorite color. Don't you think it's adorable?

Love it.

Come on.

I do believe I've made you blush.

What a grand expedition this is.

I just think it's so clever of the Kindles to have thought of it. I just

activities, don't you? Only quiet ones, dear.

Where'd that nice husband of yours disappear to?

This is that nice husband of mine. You remember Greg, don't you?

Oh, good heavens, of course.

Yes. Oh, dear.

Oh, I made a terrible mistake. How foolish of me. I somehow got it all

around. Don't worry about it, Miss Marple.

Lucky gets it turned around herself.

What kind of a crack was that?

Never mind him. He always insinuates the worst.

I see you've just got a little dose of the Dyson's of

their most eloquent. I do hope it wasn't all my fault.

I made a most unfortunate remark.

Believe me, the fault wasn't yours. I've known the Dyson's for years and

problems go way back.

Thank you. I do appreciate that.

You see, I thought she was married to you, and I'm afraid I said that right

It was so tactless of me.

Married to me?

Yes. I'm so sorry.

I see now that it was silly.

Cocktail time. Back on the bus.

There's dancing tonight after dinner, I'm told, so get on your dancing shoes.

Not dancing.

No, I've been saving myself for you, Molly.

You're looking beautiful tonight.

Let's dance.

Oh, what a gorgeous shawl. I'd love to have one. How much do you pay?

Catch me later. I'll give you the woman's name. They're native -made.

Now, now. You can't have any guests sitting out, Mr. Walters.

My sister's staff, and I'm afraid you're stuck with me.

Such a wonderful home.

The candles never miss a trick.

Will you join me as a sherry?

Oh, yes, just one.

Sherry.

Not a good idea with his high blood pressure, is it?

The major doesn't seem to drink very much.

Oh, but it's the alcohol with the medication that causes the problems.

I have to be very strict with Mr. Rayfield.

Here we are.

I love that man.

He want me back.

He want me back. And I want that man. He want me back. I want that man cause

he want me back.

He want me back.

I want my man and he want me back.

I love that man.

He love me so much.

I want my man and... You want me to come back later, Major?

He did.

I should think. We'll need an ambulance, of course.

Has someone sent for Tim?

Mr. Dyson's gone to look for him. It's Molly I'm worried about.

Well, let's have a look.

I'm fine, really, I am.

It's just so unexpected.

Well, now, he was an older gentleman.

He may have suffered a stroke, or perhaps his heart gave out.

The medication he was taking indicates a rather severe problem with

hypertension. Dyson told me about the major.

Are you all right?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

I don't know what happened.

It just collapsed.

Poor Major.

I saw him, and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor.

Victoria discovered it. I was just coming out of my bungalow when I heard a

shriek.

I guess it was his blood pressure.

Darlene, I want you to lie down. You've had a shot. Come on.

Victoria, why don't you take the rest of the day off? You must be a little

shaken yourself.

Doctor, would you be kind enough to see Miss Marple back to her bungalow?

Come on, darling.

Thank you, Dr. Graham.

We all seem to have fallen apart.

But he was such a dear man.

I can't quite take it in myself.

What's the matter with your leg?

Oh, I must have given it a little wrench.

Truly, I was so startled when Victoria cried out like that that I forgot all

about myself.

It's nothing, really. No.

You let me be the judge of that.

Come over here and sit down for a moment. Thank you.

How does this feel?

You may have pulled a muscle here.

Well, it doesn't look swollen.

Oh, dear.

I feel so badly about the Major.

I'd only known the man for three days, but he was so friendly.

Everybody was so fond of him.

I had no idea that he suffered from hypertension.

Must have been a mild case, not worth mentioning.

He was taking serenite.

Hardly a proper prescription for a mild case.

You know, a lot of other people knew about his blood pressure.

Why, somebody mentioned it to me just yesterday.

Really?

I hadn't an inkling myself.

He never said a word.

How very odd.

You just keep me informed about the need.

Oh, Doctor.

No,

no. It's not the right time, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have mentioned it.

Is there some problem?

Well, I suppose...

It's just the snapshot of my nephew I wanted back.

I think the Major tucked it into his pocket.

A snapshot?

Yes.

You see, my nephew died of pneumonia.

Very sad.

And I showed the Major the only snapshot I had of him.

I'm sure he meant to give it back, but, well, he just tucked it into his pocket,

you see.

Well, I'll have a look. I have to be over there for the ambulance crew

Now just elevate the leg.

Thank you.

Oh, you're finally up, I see. Yes.

I suppose you heard about the major.

Yes, Evelyn stopped by and told me.

Do you think he was murdered in his sleep, the way the tongues are wagging

around here?

Murdered? What makes you say a thing like that?

Just an expression. Don't be so touchy, for heaven's sake.

You know what I mean.

I feel bad for the old boy, but it hardly comes as any startling surprise.

He was old. Well, he wasn't that old.

Evelyn said he was taking serenite.

Did that ring a bell?

What's the matter with you?

You know very well that I'd take Sarah Knight myself.

I like your tone.

What is it that you're really getting at, huh?

I didn't slip out last night, darling.

You did.

Ah, your rosary, if you keep that up.

It's good for you.

Prevents bed sores. I know what it prevents.

But a few more bed sores to me anyway.

Pretty soon I'll be out there with that poor old major, what's his name?

Paul Grave. Paul Grave.

He had a premonition, that's pretty clear.

A premonition?

Come on, what are you talking about?

You don't believe in all that stuff.

I didn't say I believed in it, I said he believed in it.

Don't you remember yesterday, when we came up from the beach?

He turned white as a sheet.

I thought he'd seen a ghost.

You know, actually, that's true. I remember that look on his face.

I just didn't attach anything to it.

Well, I didn't see anything.

And he was looking right at you.

He must have been looking at someone else.

How's that knee?

The knee is much better.

Nice of you to inquire.

We haven't found that snapshot of yours.

I'm afraid that'll be a disappointment to you.

Yes, yes, it is.

But I suppose it can't be helped.

It wasn't in Major Paul Graves' wallet?

No, nor anywhere among his things.

There were a few group photos, but none of your young man.

Well, you did all your good.

Perhaps someone found the photo and tore it up.

Why ever would someone do that?

I've no idea.

I'm sure.

Oh, everything seems so quiet with the Major not among us.

Yes.

I miss him, you see.

He's been coming here since before I started to work.

You know that, Mon?

He sure had a lot of stories to tell.

As I'm sure you must also, Victoria.

Oh, no, Mom.

Not like him.

He just seemed to have a natural bent for it. I don't have the same knock

myself. Yes, he had a good ear and a good eye for detail.

But you seem interested in people.

That's really what it takes.

Well, if you say so, Mom.

And you see a side of people that no one else sees.

Now, me wouldn't go that far.

Well, you observe their personal habits.

All the little details of the things they leave in their rooms.

For instance, I bet you could tell me what's on my bed table without even

looking just because you dust and tidy up.

But that's not hard at all.

Okay, make me see now.

Yeah. Some photographs.

Five of them.

Sleeping mask.

Those vitamins that you take.

Alarm clock.

Yes. I think that's it.

Very good. That's exactly right.

You see, you have an excellent visual memory.

You probably know more about people than you even realize.

Well, that's true.

you, Miss Marple.

We're all terribly sorry about the Major.

Must be especially difficult for you. He seemed a close friend of yours.

Yes, he was.

However, at my age, death doesn't seem so terrible.

Sad, of course, but not such a specter.

Oh, poppycock. I hate talk like that.

I hope you don't mean that just because you're elderly you have a special

relationship to death.

That's nonsense.

Elderly? I'd never think of myself as elderly.

I feel just the same as I did when I was 17.

Only then, of course, I pitied anyone over 20.

And now I don't.

Well, you needn't be so smug about it.

You can still walk.

You can afford to be complacent. Look at me.

Oh, you enjoy yourself and you know it.

There's no one more smug than a man who feels entitled to lord it over other

people. How dare you talk to me like that? I'm a sick man.

I'm having a lively chat with this woman here, which is more than I've ever had

with you.

She's got backbone.

She doesn't sit around all day going cluck, cluck like someone I could name.

And she isn't as rude.

You see that? I like that. She knows how to make me laugh.

Too bad Major Paul Grave didn't laugh more.

Might have helped his hypertension.

Hypertension, my foot. He never had high blood pressure in his life.

Well, of course. Yes, he did.

I heard it myself from someone. So did I.

But, you know, I can't remember who mentioned it to me.

Well, I mentioned it to you once.

Just the night before he died.

Oh, so you did.

I'd completely forgotten it.

But I wonder who told you.

Hmm. Let me think.

You know, I can't remember myself.

Edward mentioned it one day around the pool, didn't he?

It's poppy. I told the major that he shouldn't drink with high blood

and he nearly fell off his chair.

Said he didn't have high blood pressure. It was low.

Doctor always had to take it twice.

Oh, my.

I wonder what to make of that.

Excuse me.

I want to mail these postcards.

I don't understand.

Why would they be in the Major's room unless they belonged to him?

All I know is I never see the Theronite in his room until after he dead.

You know, me no think that he took any pills like that at all.

Well, if there's something strange about the pills being in the Major's room,

she should talk to Dr. Graham about it, don't you think?

I think perhaps we should pass the information along.

It's our responsibility if there's something...

I'm not right about this.

Thank you, Victoria.

You were absolutely correct in coming to us.

Well, thank you, sir. Thank you, Mom.

You know, I've been meaning to ask, who does your hair? I think that color would

be perfect for me.

Well, I'll call them and make an appointment for you. Would you? Yeah.

Hello?

Dr. Graham?

No, I... I'm afraid I've done a disgraceful thing.

I told you a lie about the snapshot of my nephew.

I made it up.

Well, why would you do that?

Because I knew that the Major had a snapshot of a murderer.

He offered to show it to me the day before he died.

A snapshot of a killer?

That's what he said it was. He told me the story, but I never actually saw the

snapshot. And then you see, the next day he died.

I thought you should have...

The fullest information possible.

In case.

In case what?

In case you decided to take steps about it.

Steps? What sort of steps?

Oh, I haven't an idea.

A man in your position would know more about that than I.

Perhaps an inquiry of some sort? I thought a doctor could do that.

It did seem to me that, uh...

Perhaps there should be an inquiry.

I had thought about that.

Then perhaps there might be a way to check with Major Paul Gray's physician

England.

As one doctor to another.

That sort of thing.

To see if he ever prescribed serenite. Wonderful.

How clever of you to think of that.

What will you think of next?

Perhaps someone should speak with the local police.

Oh, my, that would be a step.

I can see that now.

Excellent. Well, I must be off.

I wish you luck.

And, Dr. Graham, it was most kind of you to talk with me about this.

Really, it was.

Let's get things right.

Yes. What's the suggestion?

That a bottle of poison pills was substituted for the serenite?

No, I think not.

If someone wanted to get rid of the Major quickly, he would have been given

something, most likely in a drink of some kind.

And the blood pressure medication put in his room afterwards?

Exactly. But isn't serenite a prescription drug?

How could someone put it in the Major's room?

Wouldn't it be obvious that it wasn't his prescription?

It would be easy enough to remove the true patient's name from the

form on the bottle.

All you would need is a razor blade.

Then you simply start a rumor he's suffering from high blood pressure.

And who did all that?

Well, I don't know yet. Wouldn't it have been simpler just to poison him and let

it go with that? Oh, no, no, man. That might have meant an inquiry.

Possibly an autopsy.

This way.

A doctor would accept the death and sign the certificate, just as I did.

Dr. Graham, as much as I respect your instincts on this, you still have no

proof. There is nothing to investigate. All what you have is rumor and

speculation.

What if his physician at home never prescribed the serenite? That would give

a place to start, of course. But I'm not sure what we could turn up. I mean,

we're not even certain that a crime has been committed at this point.

Michael, right?

You must play a lot of croquet in St. Mary Mead.

No, not that much.

Though I love it, of course. I love it.

Such fun, isn't it?

Well, to tell you the truth, the only way I know to get away from Mr.

Raphael... You've been with him for some time.

You must love nursing.

Hardly. But it does have its fringe benefits.

Like this Caribbean vacation every year. A number of you come here at the same

time each year.

Oh, yes. The Hillingtons, the Dysons.

Major Paul Grave, of course.

Greg's first wife was here originally, you know. First wife?

I didn't know he was divorced.

Oh, no. No, no.

Gail died.

She was Lucky's cousin.

Lucky married Greg a month later.

Your shot.

Oh.

Oh, look. My ball went right through the wicket. Now, isn't that wonderful?

Well, you were standing right in front of it. I mean, how could you miss?

You never married, then.

What made you say that?

Did I say that? Oh, that's stupid. I was thinking aloud.

I mean, a woman with a husband wouldn't be able to make extended trips.

That's what was going through my head.

I was married, actually.

He... Well,

I'm a widow.

Damn.

Good evening.

Hi. Oh, Mother.

Enjoy your dinner.

Thank you.

She's looking very peepy, don't you think?

Who, Molly?

Who is? Now you mention it.

I wonder what could be the trouble.

The Major's death, of course.

They're afraid the tourist trade will drop off once the word gets out. You

how people are.

Apparently, the police have been consulted.

Oh, my.

Whatever for?

Well, that's what I heard, too.

I had no idea anything was suspected.

Well, Tim's the one I feel sorry for.

This could ruin him. He's got everything tied up in this place.

Oh, goodness.

I thought it was a joint venture, the two of them.

But then, of course, I could get my facts mixed up. Well, probably is her

too. She's hardly being much help.

Or maybe she's doing the best she can, given her past history.

She reminds me of Penny Livingston, my neighbor's daughter.

She went all peaky.

Used to faint.

They never did find out what it was.

I heard it was... Mental.

Penny Livingston?

No.

Hi.

Good evening.

Guess what?

After dinner, we have shuffleboard.

Shuffleboard?

I've been forced to give it up.

I have a trick knee.

Such a pity.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, you'll make an excellent cheering section then, won't you?

We'll see you over there.

Bye -bye. Enjoy your dinner.

Good evening.

Wouldn't you know, she'd run out and buy a shawl just like Molly.

I'd like to cut our holiday short and go home.

Edward, why would we do that?

What's bothering you?

I know we have our problems.

But I'm your best friend, and if you're in trouble, you must trust me. This is

nothing. You can help me with Evelyn.

Thank you.

Listen to me.

I know you had an affair with Lucky.

You might as well admit that much. For all I know, it's still going on.

Well, it's not.

Then what hold does she have over you?

Why do you let her get away with it?

Because I did something terribly wrong.

She knows it.

I don't believe it.

What did you do? Steal a car?

Rape? Murder?

Rob a bank?

You've never done anything wrong in your life.

I forged the prescription.

Lucky asked me to sign some doctor's name on a prescription blank.

Said it was for diet pills or something.

Seemed harmless enough.

Besides, I was crazy about her then.

I would have done anything for her.

I don't understand.

Neither did I at the time.

But later...

Later, I realized she'd used it to kill

Greg's first wife. Gail?

Lucky poison, Gail Dyson.

That's horrible.

But you, you didn't help her deliberately.

You said so yourself.

My handwriting is on the prescription blank.

I bought the medicine.

And now she's holding it over you.

A blackmail of sorts.

I swear if I don't get away from this place, I'll kill her.

Don't say that.

We'll think of something, I'm sure.

Who else knows about this?

I don't know at this point.

Well, we'll just have to see, I guess.

Maybe no one else knows but her.

That'd be nice.

Don't you think?

Hey, Ruth.

Have you seen Miss Marple? She's wanted for the dark tournament.

Well, no, I haven't seen her, but she's usually out on the patio right about

now. Oh, okay.

Stop! Right where you are.

Mr. Rayfield, you scared me half to death. Tim's been looking for you.

I don't play darts. You should learn. I signed you up for the tournament.

Shuffleboard, too. Why would you do such a hateful thing?

You're old.

You should play shuffleboard. All old people should play shuffleboard.

That's the silliest thing I ever heard. I'll manage my own entertainment. Thank

you very much.

You can manage to get yourself killed, too.

I've been watching you.

Fluttering around, having those nice harmless little chats of yours. And

been sticking your nose into things.

I was only trying to remember the murder story the Major told me.

Oh, the one about the murderer?

The Crescia Borgia type?

Young, beautiful?

Murderer? Who'd she murder?

Her husband, of course.

Gave him a sleeping pill and shoved him off the balcony.

Resourceful female. She said it was suicide.

She got off quite lightly when they caught up with her. Loony as she could

of course.

Diminished responsibility, they called it. Did the Major show you a snapshot?

Of the murders?

No. Now, don't stick your neck out.

Go tap something.

Have an attack of some kind.

I'll stick my neck anywhere I please.

And don't sign me up for anything else, or I shall see that you are enrolled in

the nude sunbathing class.

Miguel, I thought I told you to keep your cap on in here. There are health

regulations. It's too hot in here.

The cap makes my head feel like it's on fire.

But you have to wear one. The previous owners were cited twice for violations.

Now, if Tim caught you, you'd be fired. Do you understand?

You're going to look...

Absolutely wonderful for the party tonight.

You really think so?

I don't often have my hair done.

About time you did, then.

You ask me, I think Molly's headed for a nervous breakdown.

Dear me.

As a nurse, you would know the signs, of course. Oh, yes.

Her brother had a screw loose, too, from what I hear.

Took off all his clothes on an airplane.

Oh, dear.

Was it first class or tourist?

Well, I never flew first class. I just wondered what they do.

People with money, you know, seem to get away with anything.

Oh, her people had money, of course. Or else how would she have gotten Tim?

You know, Molly was going with some other man before she met Tim.

Very unsavory character.

Oh, it so often happens.

Criminal background from what I hear.

Anyway.

Molly refused to bring him home, so the family forbid her to see him again.

Very old -fashioned.

That's quite right, don't you think?

Fortunately, at that point, Molly met Tim, and the other man sort of faded out

of the picture.

Well, from what I hear, the family was so relieved, they settled the money on

her as a sort of incentive.

Like a bribe, you mean?

Well, I suppose you could call it that.

Fair enough.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't usually wear my hair in a great ball like that.

Do you think we could pat it down a bit?

Miss Marshall, it's Evelyn.

Have you any idea where Edward is?

I think he went to get a drink a while back, but I'm not sure.

It's so hard to recognize anyone.

How did you not choose me?

You're sure?

Mr.

Tyson!

Please.

Yes, what is it?

Don't this belong to you, no?

Yes, of course. That's my bottle of Ceronite.

Where did you find it?

Where it have been put?

In the gentleman's room.

What gentleman's room is that?

The gentleman that is dead.

Me no think that he sleep so good in his grave, you know. I don't understand

what you're getting at.

But you will, Mr. Dyson.

Thank you.

Molly? Molly, what's wrong?

There's nothing wrong.

Of course there is. You wouldn't sit out here and cry for nothing.

Sometimes, maybe it's five in the afternoon, and I can't remember anything

two.

And I find myself in a different place.

Sometimes I'm even wearing different clothes.

You must see a doctor. No.

Don't say that.

Tim. Tim.

I really think we should find out where Molly's gone.

She seemed terribly upset.

Almost hysterical.

Has she seen Dr. Graham about all of this?

I've given up insisting on that.

She's... I don't know. She's unreasonable when it comes to doctors.

Is she right?

It has something to do with her past. I want to...

Mental problems of some sort really rather not talk about it. There's

wrong with Molly that a few days rest won't cure

The medical examiner is on his way.

He'll bring the ambulance crew with him.

Did Dr. Graham ever get word back from Major Paul Graves' physician?

Oh, yes, it was just as he suspected.

The Major never had any high blood pressure in his life. I wish now I had

to go on at the time. We might have prevented this.

Please, come in.

My wife's in the bedroom.

I'm assuming you'd like to speak to her separately.

Yes, it's the custom, if you don't mind.

Oh, not a bit. I'd just be of help, please. Sit down. Thank you.

It's too bad about this girl.

She was nice. We both liked her.

I might as well come straight to the point.

She approached me tonight, not two hours before she died.

She returned this bottle of Fahrenheit someone had apparently taken from my

room.

When did you notice the pills were missing?

Oh, about a week or so ago.

I have half a dozen bottles in the suitcase, but I only keep out the one

in current use. And you asked Victoria whether she knew anything of the missing

supply? Yes, I did.

She said the last time she'd seen it was on the shelf in our bathroom.

She said she'd look around.

And after that? I told you, she came and returned the bottle to me tonight on

the path.

She told me then she found it in the Major's room.

I have no idea how it got there.

But you think she knew?

Exactly.

Mr. Dyson, why didn't you mention the missing Theronite at the time of the

Major's death?

Didn't it strike you as odd?

Why should it?

A lot of people take Theronite for high blood pressure.

It's no more unusual than aspirin for headaches.

Besides, as far as I've ever heard, the Major's death was supposed to be from

natural causes.

If it had been labeled murder, of course I would have spoken up.

Excuse us.

Yes, of course.

What seems to be the problem?

I got something to tell.

She came to the kitchen, Mrs. Kendall did, and she had a knife with her. Mrs.

Kendall had a knife? I saw it myself.

She put it in her pocket and she went out the door.

A steak knife.

How very strange.

She gets very angry with the help.

All the time she loses her temper with us.

Why don't you take him down to headquarters and see if he can identify

murder weapon?

It must have been connected to the major's death. Figure it out for

Maybe she knew something worth a little blackmail.

I did see you on the path with her. Not that I'm suggesting you had anything to

do with it.

You love to torment me, don't you, Lucky?

I wouldn't try and hide anything if I were you. It always looks so bad for you

later if you get caught.

Well, I can account for my time, Lucky.

I hope you can account for yours.

I don't want to bother you, Mrs. Kendall, but I have to ask you a few

It's really quite all right.

I understand you went for a walk toward the end of the evening.

Did you take a knife on your walk? A knife?

Why would I take a knife? Someone apparently had seen you tuck a knife in

pocket at one point earlier in the evening. I was wondering if it was still

your possession late that night.

I don't remember.

Unless it was before dinner. I believe I picked up a piece of cutlery then.

There was an extra knife at one of the places on the table. And you don't

remember if you still had it with you?

I can't think why I would, but...

I really can't say.

I might have.

And did you like this girl, Victoria?

Was she good at her work?

Yes, she was nice enough and efficient.

She had never threatened you?

Captain, I didn't kill the girl, if that's what you're getting at.

I wouldn't hurt anyone. But you did have blood on your hands when you came in.

Your fingerprints were on the knife that killed her.

But I didn't do anything, I swear it.

Somebody's trying to make me look as if I'm guilty when I'm not. Oh, so it would

seem.

Thank you.

You've been most cooperative.

I'm certain we'll be talking to you again.

Good day, Mrs. Kendrick.

Have you come to interrogate me, Captain Daventry?

Perhaps.

I should have done that a week ago.

Dr. Graham tells me that you suspected something when the Major died.

To be truthful, I didn't believe it at the time. I owe you an apology.

Well, that's quite unnecessary, I assure you. We did an autopsy on the Major.

The actual cause of death was a lethal dose of diethyloethylcabinazole. From

what I gather...

The symptoms produced would be much the same as those of hypertension aggravated

by an overindulgence in alcohol.

I should be very careful what you drink.

and I need him. Martha!

No need to scream. I'll go see if I can find him. I'll scream if I want to. If I

didn't scream, no one would lift their finger to help me.

What do you want?

Oh, I'll just drop back when you're feeling more sociable. I feel perfectly

sociable.

Anyway, Ruth should mind a little abuse. I'm rewarding her very handsomely in my

will. Oh, how lovely.

Then perhaps you'll stop yelling so that we can have a little chat.

Give me a push here. I'm looking for my briefcase. I don't seem to be able to

find it anywhere.

Maybe it's out here on the patio.

Ah, there it is. Would you hand that to me, please?

Thank you.

I've decided to trust you.

We have to put our heads together and get to the bottom of this.

The Major was bumped off, as they say.

Captain Daventry told me so himself.

I knew it. I knew it. Then all that talk about high blood pressure was just

poppycock. Yes.

Oh, somebody was very clever putting that story about. It only needed a

here and there. Do you know, Victoria must have known who it was.

Oh, but all this is so obvious, Mr. Rayfield.

We have to look to the original event.

The story of the murder that the major intended to put in his book.

You know, I made a mistake about you.

I don't very often make a mistake about people, but you had me fooled.

All that knitting and dithering.

I can't stand fussy ladies who knit.

Do you mean to pay attention or do you not?

Really.

Now, what interests me is the motive for the Major's death.

Here's a man telling a story that someone told him.

Showing a snapshot with no date or location noted on it anywhere.

Now, that hardly constitutes proof of any sort.

And the tale itself was his, eh?

Why on earth... would that worry a murderer?

I hadn't thought about that, but you're right, of course.

And even if the man was a dead ringer for the killer, so what?

No one was going to take Paul Graves' identification seriously. The man could

just laugh it off.

So why on earth would he proceed to murder old Paul Graves?

It's absolutely unnecessary.

Well, that's what I thought too.

Until just a moment ago.

Could be wrong. Will you stop that silly business with me? You know perfectly

well what you're talking about.

There could be a very powerful motive if... If? If what?

If there were going to be another murder quite soon.

You mean one that had been planned all along?

Yes, indeed.

I suspect that the Major and Victoria were killed just to clear the way for

someone else's death. But whose?

Oh, dear.

That's just it.

At this point, I haven't the faintest idea.

You do understand that you're to keep in touch.

I know the police are permitting some of you to leave, but only if you can be

reached for further questioning.

Yes, of course. Captain Daventry made that perfectly clear.

Too bad we have to cut our space short. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

It's nothing personal, you understand.

Delightful hotel and all that.

Perhaps next year?

Yes, if we decide to come back to the Caribbean, we'll be in touch.

We'll see when the time comes.

Could you excuse me just a moment, please?

What is that?

It's too much is what it is.

16 people have checked out this morning. At this rate, the hotel will be empty

by the end of the week.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault. No, it's not.

You didn't do anything. It's just... I don't understand what's happening.

Who is doing this to us? It's like some grotesque form of sabotage. I am crazy.

I know it.

I don't even know where I was that night.

I remember how I got on the path.

Stop it. Now, you stop it.

You listen to me.

I know you didn't do anything.

But who did?

Who hates us this much?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't want to eat with you. Come on now, do as I say, for heaven's sake.

Suit yourself.

I had to be especially rude just so he could talk.

Did you say especially?

How much do you know about him?

Well, not very much now that you mention it.

He was a pharmacist.

Lost his license in some scandal or other.

Nothing very serious, but enough to make him tuck his tail in and disappear.

Seems the ideal job for someone in hiding.

Arabia?

What's the problem?

I've got to stop grinning like this. I feel like a Cheshire cat.

I can't stand that fellow.

That doesn't make him a murderer, you know.

You don't like half the people here.

I don't like any of the people here.

Except you, of course.

That fellow's got two points against him.

First, he had that, uh...

That high blood pressure stuff, the, what do you call it, the serenite.

Nice and handy, ready to use.

Well, that'd be rather obvious, don't you think? So's a steak knife in the

Let's not credit this fellow with subtlety. What's the second point?

He married a poor woman.

His first wife is rich.

He's been living off her money ever since she died.

And under peculiar circumstances, so I hear. That's just my point.

Suppose he wants to get rid of this wife so he can marry the next.

Then lucky.

Would be the intended victim.

Do you mind if I sit here?

Those are taken.

Oh.

Well, I think I'll try and sit with Greg.

Why do you do that?

I will not have lunch with a suspect.

But how can one get information if one doesn't talk to people?

And besides, I'm sure we shouldn't make assumptions about killers.

We don't really know what drives people to murder, do we?

So anyone could be guilty, you see.

Like Hillingdon over there?

Perhaps.

You know, I rather fancy Hillingdon myself.

You know, I have an idea there's something very odd going on between him

Lucky, don't you think?

I quite agree.

And yet I can't help feeling that it isn't as simple as all that.

I wonder if Evelyn isn't actually the one to keep an eye on in this case.

You're supposed to meet here for a drink. There she is.

Oh, that's Lucky.

Oh, yes, so it is.

The blonde hair fools me. Just the color of Molly's.

Lucky's isn't natural, you know.

It's a wig?

No, it's dyed.

The minute she saw Molly's shade, she went straight out and matched it.

Just like that shawl.

Lucky's very competitive with other women. Have you noticed that?

But no, I hadn't. But it's interesting that you should mention it. Why?

Oh, what a nice group.

We should start an activity. How about charades, Miss Marple?

Oh, what a wonderful idea.

But I've been forbidden to play.

It makes my heart palpitate. I could have a fatal attack.

I'm not even allowed to watch.

I'm sorry.

Well, how about the rest of you?

Evelyn?

Greg? I'm afraid none of us are much in the mood now.

All right.

Well, perhaps some other time then.

So sad.

He did so want to make a go of it.

No, no, no.

No, I don't want it. I'm not going to have it. All I want is a little piece of

fish. That's all.

I had that last night.

No, I'm not going to have it.

Molly?

Molly?

Molly?

She's on the floor in the bathroom. Greg, get the doctor, please. Let me

through. I'm a nurse.

I've got it.

I've got a pulse.

Get her onto her feet.

Let's see what she took.

Sleeping pill. It's empty. But you just had that refilled.

Wait on the porch. No, I'm staying with her. Out!

No, I won't. Take it outside.

This isn't like her.

She isn't like this at all. She... I can't believe she did this. She

couldn't have.

The doctor says you can come in now.

All right, everyone.

Everything's fine. You can go back to your bungalows.

She's fine.

Miss Marvel, don't go just yet, please.

Oh, haven't I been frightful? And how quick you were.

Molly owes you her life. Her life wasn't in any jeopardy.

I think our Miss Molly was faking the whole thing.

Oh, but she was in coma.

Her face was white as a sheet. I saw it myself. I took her pulse.

She's strong as a horse.

I'm not sure she was even unconscious.

She was acting.

But she did take an overdose.

Oh, yes, she took the pills. There's no doubt about that.

But I've seen this kind of thing before.

She had it timed right down to the minute, figuring he'd be back.

But why should she do a thing like that? What possible reason would she have to

fake? Maybe she was setting up a plea of temporary insanity.

Insanity? In case she's accused of murder.

Everyone gets off on that defense nowadays.

She's sleeping now.

I think perhaps you should take Tim up to the bar for a drink.

She's a bundle of nerves.

I could sit with Molly if you'd like.

Someone should keep an eye on her, don't you think?

No, I'm all right, Lily. I'll stay.

You better buy me a drink. I need it worse than you do.

You go on.

Doctor's orders.

Come on.

All right.

Dr. Graham, this may seem an odd question, but Ruth suggested that

wasn't quite the emergency it seemed.

I'd hesitate to call it anything at all.

She apparently took the pills, you see, but not enough to do any harm. Perhaps

she didn't know that.

Perhaps. But it is puzzling.

Sound asleep.

Can't sit there without my knitting.

Only be a moment, there's no harm done.

What are you doing?

I thought you were leaving. I thought someone should be here.

Ridiculous. You're searching through Molly's cosmetics.

I want to know why.

All right.

I have been watching Molly.

I'm convinced she's being drugged.

I thought maybe it was some product she used every day. Face cream, lotion,

something like that.

You see, preparations like belladonna and atropine.

Can produce very bizarre effects.

Why didn't you go to Dr. Graham with this, or the police?

Look, please believe me, I know it looks bad.

But I'm only trying to protect Molly. From whom?

Who would even think to drug the poor woman, torment her like that?

No idea.

I mean, the bungalow's left open all day. Anybody could sneak in. Yes,

Did Major Paul Grave ever tell you the story of a murderer?

Oh, there was one.

I can't remember the details, but I think it was about a modern -day

Borgia. Lucretia Borgia? Was that the phrase he used? Yes.

The one who poisoned people.

Oh, Dr. Graham, I'm so glad you're back.

She's asleep.

I have something I must do.

Well, you run along, then. I'll tend to Molly.

You've come to call, have you? Wonderful. Come on in. Come on in. I

sleep. Let's tell this about Molly.

Ruth ran off somewhere and nobody will tell me anything.

I've had an idea.

Now, I don't know that there's anything to this, but something's occurred to me.

About Molly? Oh, stop fretting about Molly. She's quite safe for the time

I'm thinking about this killer.

Well, who do you think he is?

I think he might possibly be a she.

Well, the Major told more than one murder tale, didn't he?

I must confess, I wasn't paying strict attention that day.

I was interested, of course, because the Major did know how to spin a yarn,

didn't he?

If you'll pardon the pun.

But that's exactly what gave me the idea. You see, that day I dropped my

and off it rolled.

I remember distinctly that he said something else as he was looking for the

snapshot. He said, I'd forgotten all about that business.

Good -looking woman she was, you'd never suspect.

And then he found the photo and started to show it to me.

Like to see a picture of a murderer?

I don't know if he changed the subject while I was chasing me on, but he might

well have been talking about her.

That good -looking woman that he later told you about.

Oh, the Lucretia Borsher? Yes, exactly.

I don't know. It doesn't seem right to me.

No, I think your first instincts were right, Miss Marple.

I think you should trust your first hunch.

Oh, perhaps you're right. Perhaps you're right.

Oh. This is baffling. It's most baffling.

I think we'd better go and find Captain Daventry. I'm terribly worried.

We must prevent another murder if we can.

Miss Marple. Miss Marple, have you seen Molly?

Dr. Graham turned his back for a moment and she disappeared.

No, we just came down the path. We didn't lay eyes on her.

Look, I... Please, I've got to find her. Will you help me? Hold on. She can't be

far. How long has she been gone? Will you stop chattering and go on?

Calm down, Tim. Okay.

Go on, go on. Go on, will you? For heaven's sake, don't worry about me.

I wouldn't touch the body if I were you.

It isn't Molly, you know.

It's Lucky.

What?

I can't understand it.

I don't know what's happening.

I thought this was Molly, did you?

Lucky!

No!

Lucky!

Mr. Kendall, perhaps you should call Captain Daventry.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Are you sure you'll be all right? Oh, yes. I'm sure I shall be quite safe.

Yes, Edward.

You knew I was there.

You cast a shadow, you know, even in moonlight.

And also I was wondering why I didn't see you with the others when they were

searching for Molly.

Miss Marple, I had nothing to do with this.

Please believe me.

Oh, I just now understand what's happening.

Please guard the body until the police come.

Excuse me, please.

Oh, we may have to act quickly, very quickly. I should have known from the

beginning what was happening here. It was so simple. What was simple? Oh,

have to trust me. I need your help.

Lucky he's been murdered. And Molly is missing again.

Molly? What's Molly got to do with it? Everything.

Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you.

I went to the pond.

The fish pond?

Yes.

There was someone in the water and she was dead.

I got scared and I ran.

I was lucky.

Someone killed her, Molly.

Molly, are you absolutely positive?

I'll do it.

Just a minute. Help me get this up.

Drink this. Come on. It'll help you relax.

Go on.

I can't. My teeth are chapped.

Darling, you must. Go on. It'll help you.

Hey! What are you doing?

Hold that glass tightly, Mr. Rayfield. Don't let it out of your sight. What is

going on here?

Evelyn said she saw Molly heading this way. Here she is.

You were right, you know. I should have trusted my first instincts.

I dare say when the contents of that glass are analyzed, you'll find it

a lethal dose of narcotic.

It's been the same pattern in every case, and just as the major recited it.

He told me a story about a pair of clever murderers and started to show me

picture of the killer.

Then something startled him.

I realized he was staring at someone, but I couldn't tell who it was.

One of you in this room had to be the murderer.

You overheard the major's story and realized he had recognized you. You knew

there was no time to lose. The major had to go.

The major was given a snapshot of a murderer, and that murderer was you.

This is ridiculous.

Later, he had to kill Victoria, too, because she remembered catching sight of

him in the Dyson's bungalow with the Theronite.

Once she realized what he was up to, he had to take care of her, too, because

his real aim was to kill Molly.

So that's what's been going on. No, it's not true.

Not a word of it is true.

Tim, darling, you could never kill anyone.

It's that horrible girl you married. It's Molly. She did it.

I believe in you. I love you and trust you.

Shut up.

You stupid woman. Do you want to get me executed?

I should have killed you first.

I dare say.

Come on, come on, come on. Let me through, let me through, let me through.

I'm afraid that you contributed to this, Arthur.

You were the one who told Tim that Mr. Raphael intended to leave Ruth Walters a

tidy fortune on his death.

What's stupid of me?

I think we'll find that Tim Kendall himself was the undesirable suitor in

Molly's past.

She as much as admitted that the two pretended that her disreputable lover

left the scene.

Her parents had never seen him anyway, and so it was easy enough for Tim to

back round.

and present himself as the new and suitable son -in -law on whom they

much money. Then when Molly's money began to run out, he had to find someone

else with money, and Ruth was it? Yes.

I'm afraid if he had succeeded in that plan, he'd have found a way to remove

from this earth, too.

He had just about persuaded Molly that she was insane.

And, of course, he had been slowly poisoning her for weeks.

But why did he kill Lucky?

Oh. That was a case of mistaken identity.

He had sent Molly out to wait for him at the tropical fish pond, but she had a

blackout and wandered off.

He meant to drown her, of course, and pass it off as a successful suicide

attempt. It was Lucky's misfortune to find herself there instead.