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I came to see Mrs Thrawn.
Mrs Arundel gave me the address.

Come up, please.

The fee is one guinea.

What I want to know, Mrs Thrawn, is...

Whether there will be a change
for the better in your life?

Yes...

There will be a big change in your life.

Will it be soon?

Very soon.

I see an abundance of
money coming your way.

You're sure? You don't know
how happy it would make me.

I do know.

First.

You must break with this man.

My husband?

The other man.

Break with him now.

Today.

Because if you don't, you'll only
bring him to misery and shame.

You do not, what you call,
'love' him anymore.

Likewise, it's as well to be off with an
old love before you're on with the new.

- There will be another man in my life?
- Yes.

There's going to be
another man in your life.

In a very few hours.

Whether you value his friendship for you
and yours depends entirely on yourself.

Whether you have the
prudence to heed my advice.

I will, I will.

What else do you see?

I see...

Yes, what do you see?

That's all I can tell you.

But you did see those
nice things, didn't you?

Yes, Mrs Lexton.

Thank you, Mrs Thrawn.

You've made me very, very happy.

What is it, Matilda? What did you see?

Misfortune.

I saw terrible misfortune.

Evil influences are gathering.

Well, there's the magic carpet.

- So that's an aeroplane.
- It looks awfully flimsy, doesn't it.

A man is going to fly across
The Channel in that?

Or get his enthusiasm damped on the way.

It's twenty miles of very wet water.

As a chap named Latham found
out to his discomfort last week.

They say this French fellow is waiting
to hop off from the other side.

It's astonishing the risk a man
will run for a thousand pounds.

- A thousand pounds?
- Yes, my darling.

The London Daily Mail offers a thousand
pounds for the first Channel flight.

For a thousand, I'd take
a whack at it myself.

Here comes Miles Rushworth now.

- Driving his new motorcar.
- It's a Rolls 'something'.

Amazing days we live in.

Backing this flight must be costing
Rushworth a pretty penny.

It won't cause him any
hardship with all his millions.

- Hello there, Rushworth.
- Glad to see you, Rushworth.

How are you, Flora? Hello everyone.

Including those I haven't yet
had the pleasure of meeting.

Ivy, this is Miles Rushworth.

Miles, this is Mrs Jervis Lexton.

- How do you do?
- And Jervis Lexton.

Hello sir.

How are you?

Tell Mr Rushworth your young bird-man
is really going to fly The Channel.

He's going to try to fly.

And I presume he's pretty
eager to make a start.

You know, for the life of me, I can't
see what makes it leave the ground.

Explaining that is a pretty large order.

I'll do my best if you care
to walk it over with me.

- I'll bring her back to you, Lexton.
- Righto.

Pretty possible.

Miles engineered that with
the subtlety of a juggernaut.

Did he engineer it?

There are women who think if
they get close enough to money...

Some of it is liable to stick.

That's rather uncharitable, Geraldine.

As a matter of fact, I engineered
the whole thing myself.

Mary.

I had a very good reason for
bringing Ivy and Miles together.

I hope so.

Because Miles and Bella Crail have
been getting on very nicely together.

Until now.

- Good luck, Ewart.
- Thank you, sir.

Someone was talking about
those fellows in America.

Switch on.

Look up there. Over the cliffs.

Look. The Frenchy. He's done it.

He's got across.

Blériot. He's beaten us.

And you were so set on it.

- I'm so sorry Mr Rushworth.
- Thank you.

I beg your pardon.

That's fine and very
kind of you, Rushworth.

I can't tell you how grateful
we are for the lift home.

I shan't forget what we
were talking about.

- I look forward to seeing you both again.
- Goodbye.

And thanks.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Mr Rushworth is awfully nice, Jervis.
- Awfully.

- By the way, what's this 'deep secret'?
- Jealous?

- Hmm.
- You needn't be.

- He's going to give you a job.
- What sort of job?

- Something in his office.
- Did you ask him for it?

No. I said you lost your money through a
dishonest lawyer. No fault of your own.

He was very sympathetic.
He's taken a fancy to me.

I owe it to you, darling.

I'm not exactly praying for work.

They'll love your funny
stories at the office.

For you, dear.

- It's from Rose Arundel.
- Rose, eh?

It's hot in here.

- Any gas in the meter?
- Hmm. I put in sixpence before we left.

It's so horrid.

It's so depressing coming
back to this after...

It's a bit drab I admit.
But an Englishman's home is...

I hate being poor.

Beastly, sordid lodgings.

Drawers that won't open or shut.

This one opens.

It wants a bit of tidying though.

Darling, why did you let
us spend all your money?

Maybe because we had such a
deuced good time spending it.

What if our friends knew how we live?

They'd say: 'poor little Ivy'.

'Such a splendid wife
to that rotter, Lexton'.

Darling, get that petulant
droop out of your lips.

It's pretty but bad for morale.

I sometimes think it's my
extravagance that made us...

You know.

I can't think why you never
wanted to divorce me.

One more remark like that and I'll put
you across my knee and smack you.

My angel, I'd never divorce you
in a hundred million years.

Alright, after five of them we're broke.

Being with you is enough compensation
for every penny we've gotten rid of.

- That's very sweet, my dear.
- Something will turn up.

See if it doesn't.

It had better be soon.

This is the balance of our fortune.

One pound, twelve
shillings and sixpence.

Do we, darling?

My favourite waltz. I'd love to.

My lucky evening. Excuse me, gentlemen.

- Being a bit selfish, old boy?
- I intend to be, all evening.

- I say, what happened to Roger?
- He's around somewhere.

I hope the fellow is having a good time.
I said he'd hate being a third wheel.

I know you did, Jervis.

- Rushworth.
- Isn't that funny?

What's funny?

Meeting Mr Rushworth again so soon.

Ask him to join us. He'll be bored to
death with those two dowdy women.

- We were going to dance.
- We've all night for that.

Go and fetch him, darling.

How I hate to hear you
call that man 'darling'.

Really, Roger.

You are behaving badly.

Mooning around, not talking
or dancing with anyone.

- Waiting to dance with you.
- You have the next one.

I'm terribly sorry, Ivy.

I never spent a more wretched evening.
I shouldn't have come.

I know I'm being a rotten bore.

Not really, Roger.
Only a little selfish.

- Mr Rushworth.
- How do you do.

Jervis felt sure it was you.

I introduce Mrs Lexton. Lady Crail.

How do you do, Lady Crail?

This is Bella Crail.

Miss Crail.

And Dr. Gretorex.

This is Lady Crail, Miss Crail.
Miles Rushworth.

Lady Amshott said that you and your
husband would be here tonight.

I have an idea about...

- What we were talking about.
- How wonderful.

When will you tell me?
Stop listening, Jervis.

- It rather concerns him, doesn't it.
- But I want to be the first to hear it.

Well, if you care to dance?
If your program isn't too full up?

It so happens this dance is free.
Isn't it, Jervis?

- Are you sure you weren't going to...
- I've gone lame.

Then, if you'll excuse me.

It's difficult to talk
when we're dancing.

- I would rather talk.
- I was hoping you'd say that.

What happened, Mr Rushworth?

Were you able to find
that position for Jervis?

Would he take a job outside London?

I wouldn't like to leave
London, but after all...

Beggars can't be choosers
when we're so terribly hard up.

That mustn't be allowed
to go on any longer.

We'll find him a spot in London.

Sorry to interrupt.

This is our dance, Ivy.

You don't mind my holding
her to it, Rushworth?

Dear fellow, of course not.
I suspect Bella is wondering where I am.

- Will you excuse me, Mrs Lexton?
- I can't say how happy you've made me.

That makes me happy too.

Mister Gretorex.

I'm glad you both were so happy.

Mr Rushworth will find Jervis a job.
Shouldn't that make me happy?

I'm sorry again, Ivy.

What am I going to do about you, Roger?

Do about me?

What's wrong with you tonight?

The same thing that's wrong with
me every night. Morning and noon.

I'm in love with you.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Roger.

I've been very worried lately.

Money?

It's always that of course, but...

Jervis?

It has to do with Jervis.

I don't think I've been fair to him.

Fair?

He's held you in his arms.
People point you out as his wife.

I think he's just about the
luckiest man in England.

You're sweet, Roger.

But we're forgetting
that I'm married to him.

- We knew that from the very first.
- It was different then.

I don't think I realised how...

Easy it is to drift into things.

We didn't drift into this.

- It started because...
- Because I was unhappy.

Because you were something
new and exciting in my life.

So different from the
sort of men I've known.

You are good looking.

I think I was impressed
with your background.

A landed family. Horses and dogs.

A long family tree.

Everything mortgaged up to the neck.

You've still got something there.
Money or not.

I thought you were so kind and gentle.

So noble of you. A clever doctor going
down and practising in the slums.

Somebody must take care
of those poor devils.

I remember the first day
I went to your surgery.

It was 'curiosity' in the beginning.

The next day when I went
to tea I saw how you...

Tried to fix the place up especially
for me. I was so touched, Roger.

So flattered.

And I was falling in love.

That's just it.
You've taken too much for granted.

- What, for instance?
- Just because I came to see you.

It wasn't treating my own
key, my own entrance.

Even that silly little signal
with the window-shade.

It was gay and fun and we used to laugh.

- We still do.
- No.

It's different now since
you became so serious.

You conclude because we're good friends.

Friends? We're in love with each other.

- I'm not.
- Ivy.

- No, it must stop. Now. Tonight.
- You don't mean that?

- You'll forget soon.
- Forget?

Look, something is going on.

I want you to know how much I love you.

I'll never give you up. Never.

- Jervis! Jervis, quickly.
- The house on fire?

Mr Rushworth fixed that job for you.

- Splendid. Where?
- In his city office.

At a thousand pounds a year.

Beginning in...

Not until September.

I say, we can't hold out that long.

It's alright. He wants us to
go on a yachting party.

Yachting party.

Leaving next week.
To be gone nearly a month.

'We'll be cruising down the north coast
of France. Very much a family party'.

A family party. That includes us.

'My cousin Charlotte'.

'Lady Crail and her daughter Bella'.

Bella Crail? The girl we met last night.
They say Rushworth may marry her.

Who says?

I don't know. It's rumoured.
What's the rest of it?

He wants us to have lunch with him
today to make plans for the cruise.

That's wonderful, sweetheart. You are
the cleverest and prettiest woman.

Go down and help the
ladies board the launch.

Dieppe is beautiful but it takes
us three hours to get to Rouen.

We mustn't miss the
Basilique at Neuchâtel.

Naughty, naughty. You're going to
miss the loveliest cathedral in France.

Such divine tombs my dear.

Why on earth do you decide
to leave the cruise early?

We're sorry we did now.
Are all our bags on the launch?

Yes, my lady.

Is Miles...

My dear, such a perfectly horrid
man arrived from his Paris office.

With a bundle of telegrams and letters.
Miles has been cooped up ever since.

Then it's time he came out.

You know what he is when he
gets into that floating workshop.

I hadn't realised it was so late.

I'm terribly sorry you're leaving us.
We'll miss you.

Goodbye, Miles.
Thank you for a wonderful cruise.

I hate you leaving so soon.

- Let me know when you return to England.
- Of course.

- It's been perfect, Miles.
- You liked having the Lextons with us?

Yes... she's so lovely.

I'm glad you liked her too.
We'll see them often back in London.

- That will be nice.
- We're waiting, Bella.

Alright. I'm coming.

Goodbye, Miles.

Goodbye.

Have a good time, all of you.

Yes, we will. And see you for tea.

Charlotte, Charlotte.
You've forgotten Mrs Lexton.

I'm not going with them today.

You're not?

Cousin Charlotte's land
jaunts do wear one out a bit.

I begged off this morning.

She is a human dynamo.

You almost missed saying goodbye
to Bella. She wouldn't have liked it.

Nor would I... I'm very fond of her.

- You like her, don't you?
- She's charming.

That makes it mutual.
She thinks you're very lovely.

I'd like you and all of us to see a lot
of each other when we get to London.

How nice.

My Paris office has snowed me under with
letters and telegrams. Please excuse me.

I have a long morning's
work ahead of me.

- Do you like it?
- Oh... Mr Rushworth.

You must have finished your
work sooner than you expected.

No. I haven't finished any of it.
I said 'Do you like it?'.

It is lovely.

No, Mr Rushworth. You mustn't.

It's yours for next Christmas.

There's a catch attached to the clasp.
You press the button - it springs open.

- See?
- Oh.

A wicked-looking female, isn't she?

They're rubies.

The lady inside said the
clasp must belong to...

- Marie Antoinette.
- How wonderful.

Hope it gets you more
luck than it brought her.

Thank you. I'll never dare to
say I like anything again.

More telegrams for you to answer?

- This one's for you too. From Rouen.
- There's nothing wrong?

'Tremendous affair here tomorrow.
French President unveiling monument'.

'Suggest you both motor here tonight
and join us at the Grand Hotel'.

'Charlotte Chattle'.

With my pile of work I can't leave
until morning. But if you'd like to...

I hate to face that 3-hour drive alone.

- With this storm coming up...
- Yes, the morning is probably best.

- We'll have a quiet dinner together.
- That would be nice.

Shall we say... half past eight?

Good evening, Madam.

Good evening.

Good evening.

How lovely.

- So this is your sacred sanctum?
- This is it.

You're the only guest to
come through that door.

- Not even your cousin, Charlotte?
- Charlotte, least of all.

Once she got the run of this
cabin, I'd never get her out.

- Nor Miss Crail?
- Nope.

No. Not even Bella.

I feel awfully privileged.

- Are you frightened?
- A bit.

There's been a short-circuit, sir.
Shall I light the oil lamps?

I'll do it, Paul.

Ivy.

Yes, Miles.

I believe the most awful thing a man can
do is make love to another man's wife.

I'm terribly ashamed.

- Goodbye, Ivy dear.
- See you next week.

You and Jervis are coming to Horsham.

As soon as he manages a long weekend.

The poor darling is awfully
busy with his new job.

I'm very grateful to you
for getting it for him.

He's dying to come down
and tell you so himself.

That's really charming. Goodbye, Ivy.

Goodbye, Lady Flora. Thank you again.

Not my lucky day, Emily.

Unlucky at cards, lucky
in love they say, mum.

- Mr Jervis is nice, isn't he?
- That he is. The nicest.

You handled the party very well.

It's a pleasure I'm sure.

I said to Mr Jenks. That's our lift man.

I said we're really seeing
life since Mr Rushworth...

Lent Mr and Mrs Lexton his aunt's flat.

It will be dull when they come back.

They gave parties, didn't they?

Them?

- Little tea-parties, surely?
- Well.

Yes. In manner of speaking.

When Mr Rushworth came
down here with Miss Bella.

- Miss Bella?
- Before he went to Africa.

Did Mr Rushworth come
here often with Miss Bella?

- Of course.
- Why 'of course'?

Seeing as she was
Mr Rushworth's young lady.

- They're not engaged?
- Not with a ring, mum.

But everyone can see which
way the wind is blowing.

Do you really think Mr Rushworth
will marry Miss Bella?

That's my belief.

When he comes back from Africa.

- I'll answer it.
- Thank you, mum.

I'll just pop over for a
moment to see my sister.

- If you can spare me.
- Of course, run along.

I'm sorry I couldn't get rid of that man
who came with a bill from Putnams.

Don't worry. I sent him over
to Mr Lexton. He'll deal with it.

Good. And I hope he gives
him a piece of his mind.

Hello.

Oh. Roger.

Did you have a nice time on the yacht?

Anything that Miles Rushworth
does is news.

Why haven't you telephoned me?

No, I certainly don't
think it's for the best.

Is that the Rushworth influence?

I'm sorry.

No. Please don't hang up.

Ivy, I must see you.

Today.

If you won't come here,
then I'll go to you.

Yes I would.

I'll expect you in an hour.

Goodbye.

Why are you looking like that?
Get the sack or something?

Not yet.

Your party over?

Apparently.

Dearest, did you have to send that
bill-collector across to the office?

You mean that man from Putnams?

Here I am trying to establish
myself in a decent job.

What impression does it make to have
tradesmen dunning me at the office?

- You look so funny when you're angry.
- I'm not feeling funny.

What else could I do? They wouldn't go
unless they had something on account.

Perhaps if you knock off some
of your bridge parties.

And lead the life of a recluse?
Is that it?

Dearest, we have a pleasant flat.
Kensington Gardens to walk in.

- And Peter Pan's statue to talk to.
- If you tried to be reasonable.

It's all my fault I suppose?

I'm trying to get on my feet again, and
we're floundering in an ocean of bills.

You used to want me to spend money
and proud of my pretty dresses.

We have neighbours.

- You started the argument.
- I'm not arguing.

I'm trying to tell you I haven't
got Rushworth's millions.

- That's very true.
- I earn a thousand pounds a year.

You can spend every penny
of it as you please.

But if you spend more than I'm
earning we're back where we started.

Dear Jervis.

You're absolutely right.

I do make a mess of things, don't I?

Managing everything so badly.

- I wouldn't say that.
- But it's true.

Nothing but troubles and
extravagances and debtors.

Darling, why don't you do the
sane thing and get a divorce?

- I won't divorce you in a million years.
- Think how much better off you'll be.

Bad luck just seems to follow me.

You stir it up.

Besides.

How long can I keep this job
without you as my sponsor?

If we do go on it means nothing
but years of petty wrangling.

We'll survive the wrangling.

But we'll live those years out together.

No. Don't touch me.
It only makes me feel worse.

That's right.

You have a good cry.

I'll have a walk and vent my spleen at
that Peter Pan statue you talked about.

- Anything wrong, Mr Roger?
- No, nothing.

I shan't want any tea.

As you wish.

Roger. Mr Roger.

Mother.

Dear boy, don't look so bewildered.
It's only the old lady.

You didn't think I'd forget
your birthday, did you?

I forgot it myself.

That's a cake. I might be persuaded to
stay and have dinner with you later.

In the meantime, if Martha
would get me some tea.

Sure ma'am and muffins.
I know how partial you are to muffins.

Sorry, Martha. No.

- No muffins?
- No tea I'm afraid.

- Nonsense. We have oceans of tea.
- I don't mean that.

Roger, what is it?

Sorry, mother.

Something urgent came up.

- Are you throwing me out?
- Not really, but it's...

You know how it is for a doctor.

A brainstorm by the look of you.

I think you'd better come down and clear
your head with a breath of country air.

I'll come down this weekend.

In that case I'll forgive you flinging
your poor old mother out on the street.

I'll make up for it this weekend.

- Just be patient.
- I'm not sure patience is a virtue.

But you're too big for a spanking.

- Goodbye, my boy.
- Goodbye, mother.

Goodbye, Martha. Take care of him.

Yes, ma'am. I will.

- A funny way to behave if I may say.
- You may not say so.

As you wish. Off your feet for
weeks and off your head today.

As if my rheumatism wasn't enough
without you carrying on like this.

Darling. I don't suppose I should have
said what I did on the telephone.

I can't say I'm sorry.
It brought you here.

- I must say you didn't give me a choice.
- You didn't give me much choice either.

I was terribly hurt when I found you'd
gone on a yacht with Rushworth.

- Jervis was with me.
- His presence is no assurance.

Don't be absurd. You think every
man in London is in love with me.

No man could be near you or speak to
you without falling in love with you.

Roger. Sometimes you say
the silliest, nicest things.

If it makes you feel any better,
Mr Rushworth has gone off to Africa.

Perhaps for months.

You know, you shouldn't have
telephoned me this afternoon.

Darling, I can't explain what happens to
me when I don't see or hear from you.

I thought of going to
Jervis to explain to him.

Begging he gives you up.

Whatever made you dream of
such a thing as going to Jervis?

You know he's refused time and
again to agree to a divorce.

There is consolation in that.
If I can't make you my wife...

Neither can any other man.
As long as Jervis lives.

I'm sorry. I'm at the end of my tether.
What have I got to look forward to?

All these bills.
Always Jervis harping on.

I can't go on like this.

Mr Roger. Come quick. You're wanted.

- Something terrible has happened.
- I'm busy, Martha.

Let me in, Mr Roger. Please let me in.

You must come, Mr Roger.

It's little Peter who likes you so much.
He's bleeding badly. I'll get your bag.

No. I'll get it. You get the antiseptic.

Where is it, Mr Roger?

No, not that one. On the second shelf.
Behind the bottles.

- Here you are, sir.
- I'll be there in a moment.

Yes, sir.

- I'll go now.
- No, darling. You mustn't. Not yet.

I'll only be ten minutes.
Then we'll talk things out.

We have to. There is a point at
which one must make a decision.

Wait for me.
Wipe away those tears, darling.

You startled me.

Sorry, mum.
I didn't know anyone was here.

I just came to put the jars back.

Hello there, my darling.

Don't get up, dear.

Thanks for calling me 'Dear'.

It's more than I deserve, really.

I began to feel you left me for good.

I found the debris on the
carpet before Emily did.

So I put it in the side drawer.

I'm sorry I broke your picture.

Don't you go apologising to me.

You wouldn't get me another brandy
and soda would you, darling?

Yes, dear.

You're an angel.

Don't ever let us quarrel again.

Well.

Chin-chin.

Seems a little bitter.

- Mrs Lexton.
- Yes?

Sorry to disturb you.

Mr Lexton was ill in the night.

I wanted to send for a doctor
but he wouldn't let me.

- I'll be right there.
- Yes.

Hello angel.

Poor old boy. How are you feeling?

Better for seeing you.

What is it? Something you ate?

It feels like I swallowed a salamander.

Here, sit on the edge of my bed.

Is that where it's burning?

It's drier than the great Gobi desert.

Just too many brandy and sodas.
Emily shouldn't have bothered you.

Emily should have bothered me sooner.

I'll be alright. I've got to be.

- I've a heavy day at the office.
- Jervis. You mustn't go to the office.

I tell you what, Ivy.
Just slip me a hair of the dog.

A brandy and soda will
make me feel right as rain.

Don't look so shocked.

Just a little one.

Not too much soda.

Jervis, I do hate to see you in pain.

Pain should be quick.

Something that's over quickly.

I'll second that.

I'll get you the brandy and soda.

- He's worse again.
- Who's with him?

He was took that bad.

His throat was so hot and he
was swearing something awful.

I got frightened.

So I called the doctor.

- The doctor?
- Dr. Lanchester. He's in there now.

Alright.

There you are, Mrs Lexton.
I'm glad you came in.

There's the culprit.

It was kind of you to
come so quickly, doctor.

Dear Jervis. Emily tells me
you're feeling bad again.

He's got himself to blame.

It's high time he learnt that
brandy and soda can be poison.

Poison?

To some systems anyhow.

You'd better get used
to the idea, young man.

The height of your dissipation will be
wholesome milk for the next week or two.

Week or two?
Doctor, I must go to the office.

You'll stay just where you are
until I tell you to get up.

- No, doctor.
- Yes, young man.

He's in your good hands, my dear.

I'll look in again, Lexton.
Goodbye, my dear.

I'll come back.

- That broth ready, Emily?
- Will be in a jiffy, sir.

- It will perk him up a bit.
- Yes, sir.

Now, now. A long face won't help.

Is it very serious, doctor?

My dear Mrs Lexton, that boy comes from
a long line of sporting country squires.

As tough as their own family trees.

He's got reserves of energy more than
enough to combat a stupid tummy-ache.

I'm glad to hear it.

You just look after him.
The way I know you will.

He'll be dancing a jig in no time.
Goodbye, my dear.

Goodbye, doctor.

How do you feel now, dear?

My throat is still hotter than Hades.

Poor Jervis.

You go to the new farce
at The Criterion tonight?

Of course not.
With you feeling like this.

Of course you are.
I'm a nuisance enough as it is.

You're not.

All the stupid expense of doctors.
It's nonsense.

You must hate me for it.

No. I don't hate you.

I sometimes wish I
weren't so fond of you.

You hate being ill, don't you?

I loathe it.

I hate you being ill too.

That's probably Dr. Gretorex again.

- If it is, say I'm not at home.
- He's called three times.

I'm not at home.

Hello... oh.

Doctor Gretorex.

No, sir.

Mrs Lexton is still out.

No, sir. I don't know
when she'll be back.

- This will make a new man of Mr Jervis.
- Leave it here.

- I'll give it to him.
- Yes, mum.

He'll enjoy it more from you.

- Good afternoon. Is Mrs Lexton in?
- No, sir. Not now.

When will she be back?

She won't be in until late, sir.
She's gone to dinner and the theatre.

I can give her a message.

Who is it, Emily?

Who's there?

It's Roger. Roger Gretorex.

Roger? Come on in.

Thanks.

Hello Roger.

Jervis.

Man, what's happened?

Just a bit under the weather.

- Something I've eaten.
- I'm sorry.

My throat is as dry as a board.

I could do with a brandy and soda.

I'm not sure what a brandy
and soda would do to you.

Have you any better suggestions?

This can't do you any harm.

- Horrible stuff.
- Here.

Only fit for dogs and horses.

Hello. Well, here's a lark.

An impromptu consultation, eh doctor?

A consultation, sir?

Sorry, doctor.
That was meant to be funny.

Roger, this is Dr. Lanchester.

Dr. Gretorex is a great
friend of mine and Ivy's.

I was just asking him
if he knew some way...

To cool this red-hot poker in my throat.

You don't mind, do you?

As a matter of fact, I do.

You are my patient, Lexton.

Not Dr. Gretorex.

I'm very sorry, doctor.
I had no idea you were on the case.

I see.

I'll be running along, Jervis.
I know you're in very excellent hands.

Good afternoon, doctor.

Good day, sir.

- I did the wrong thing or something?
- What's this?

Not more brandy and soda I hope.

You hope the unpleasant things, doctor.

What was he giving you?

It could have been water.

Hello. Yes.

I'm trying to find Mrs Lexton.

Mrs Jervis Lexton.

It's really urgent, sir.
Can't you have her paged?

No.

I don't know what party she's with.

- Are you Mrs Lexton?
- Yes.

Mrs Lexton, during your
absence this evening...

- Who are you?
- I'm Dr. Berwick.

I couldn't get Dr. Lanchester
so I rang for Dr. Berwick.

He lives downstairs.

How is he?

He is...

Dead.

Keep hold of yourself. Get some brandy.

Had Dr. Lanchester realised
how serious this was?

No... nor had I.

Well, he was Dr. Lanchester's patient.

This has placed me in a position where
I'm afraid I must ask for a post-mortem.

A post-mortem?

What's that?

An examination to determine
the cause of death.

Brandy, mum.

Do you want to go in?

No, no.

- Help Mrs Lexton to her room.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- Good morning, Emily.
- Good morning, Dr. Berwick.

- Is Mrs Lexton awake?
- No, doctor.

There hasn't been a sound out of her.
I thought it best to let her sleep.

- Alright, we want to talk to you.
- Yes, sir.

You're sure you and Mrs Lexton are the
only two who saw Mr Lexton yesterday?

That's right, sir.
In a manner of speaking.

- What do you mean by that?
- There was Dr. Gretorex of course.

Was this Dr. Gretorex also
on the case, Dr. Berwick?

- Not to my knowledge.
- No, sir. He wasn't on the case.

He was a friend of Mrs...

Of Mr and Mrs Lexton.

Why did you start to say 'of Mrs'?

He asked for Mrs Lexton
when he came in, sir.

- Did he come often?
- No, sir. Never, until yesterday.

- Did he telephone her often?
- Yes, sir. Often.

Not that she would ever speak to him.
She was devoted to her young husband.

'If Dr. Gretorex telephones,
I'm not at home', she'd say.

So, Dr. Gretorex was alone
with Mr Lexton yesterday?

Yes, sir.

That is until...

Dr. Lanchester arrived.

Then they had words.

Dr. Gretorex left quicker
than he came in.

- What sort of words?
- I'm not sure, sir.

I think.

He said something about a drink that...

- Dr. Gretorex gave Mr Lexton.
- A drink?

I can get the facts from Dr. Lanchester.

Does Mrs Lexton know that
Dr. Gretorex came here yesterday?

No sir. Leastways, she
don't know it from me.

She is asleep?

I hope so, sir. She needs it.

- She worshipped Mr Jervis, she did.
- I'll talk to her.

I'll talk to her.

Wild horses wouldn't have got her out
last night if she knew how ill he was.

Who is it, Emily?

Dr. Berwick is asking if he can
see you for a moment, mum.

Tell him to come in.

Good morning Mrs Lexton.
I am sorry to trouble you.

I just wanted a little chat.

If you feel up to it.

Of course I feel up to it.

I know what a terrible
shock this has been.

But I'm afraid I have another
shock for you, Mrs Lexton.

Your husband didn't die a natural death.

I believe he died of a form
of virulent poisoning.

Poison?

That's the reason why
Mr Orpington is here.

It's important that he
should see you too.

If you have no objection.

Will you step in, sir?

Mr Orpington is from Scotland Yard.

- You have told Mrs Lexton?
- Yes, he has.

Poisoned.

Did your husband have anything to eat or
drink yesterday while you were with him?

Yes, he had some hot broth.
That was alright, wasn't it?

- Dr. Lanchester ordered it.
- Perfectly alright if he ordered it.

Excuse me.

Forgive me if I seem
impertinent, Mrs Lexton.

But your husband's life
was insured, of course?

No, Jervis wasn't insured at all.

But he was comfortably off?

I mean, he left you well
provided for I hope.

All we had was his salary
and a lot of debts but...

Don't worry about me. I'll be alright.

I'll find a job or something.

You are very brave, Mrs Lexton.

There's one other small matter.

Your friend, Dr. Gretorex.

- Our friend.
- Quite.

Did you know that he was
coming here yesterday?

Was he here?

He was with your husband a
few hours before he died.

I didn't know.

I understand he has been...

- Telephoning you quite a bit lately.
- But I didn't talk to him.

So I am told.

Am I misconstruing the case to say he's
more your friend than your husband's?

That's true, Inspector.

Very sensible of you to admit it.

You... saw him alone at times?

At times, but not often.

At his own house?

No, we would go for walks in
the park or to picture galleries.

I understand.
In other words, you were quite...

You were quite fond of him.

I'm very fond of Dr. Gretorex.

But I loved my husband.

Naturally.

Was Dr. Gretorex...

Jealous of Mr Lexton?

Please don't answer that
question if you don't want to.

I suppose he was in a way, but...

Make no mistake.
Roger is a wonderful man.

I've no doubt he is.

After all, he could...

Hardly be blamed for falling in love
with you and wanting to marry you.

I suppose it was as much
my fault as it was his.

You encouraged him?

No. Quite the opposite.

I could have been firmer.

What did your husband say to all this?

- He didn't know.
- You never told him?

No.

He would have been so hurt.

You see.

He trusted Roger as a friend.

I see.

Mrs Lexton.

In your opinion.

If your husband had found out...

What Dr. Gretorex's
feelings really were.

Do you think he might
have taken his own life?

No. Don't even say that.

He could never do such a thing.

You're sure of that?

Of course he wouldn't.

You didn't know Jervis.

I'm sorry I didn't. He sounds...

A decent fellow.

And Dr. Gretorex lives at...?

Perry Place?

Yes.

I think he does.

I'm grateful to you for being
so frank with me, Mrs Lexton.

Please accept my very
sincere sympathies.

Thank you Inspector. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I've left my card with
Emily in case you need me.

Thank you, doctor.

- Ivy.
- Roger.

Something dreadful has happened.
Jervis is dead. He died last night.

- I must talk fast. The man will be here.
- Man?

It's so dreadful. I'm so frightened.
They say that...

The poor darling didn't die
what's called a 'natural death'.

Not a natural death?

No time to talk. This horrible man came
to see me. He's to do with the police.

- Now he comes here to see you.
- But why?

I don't know. He asked such funny
questions about you and me.

- Roger, you won't give me away, will you?
- Give you away?

He wanted to know if you were as
good a friend of mine as of Jervis.

I said you weren't.
You are a good friend to us both.

What else did he ask?

He asked if you were fond of me.
If you loved me and I...

I said that you didn't. Then...

He asked if I ever came
to see you here alone.

- He asked that?
- Yes.

I said I hadn't. What else could I say?

- If you say I have, then...
- It's nobody's business but our own.

I know, but if it gets in the
papers it looks dreadful.

Of course I want you
to say you were here.

But you shouldn't have come now.
What if you were followed?

I wasn't. I came round
by way of the wharf.

I don't understand it.

If poor Jervis took his own life,
do you think he knew about us?

I'm sure not. Nobody did.
But everyone will if you...

Don't worry. They won't.
We mustn't see each other for a while.

- We both need to...
- It's better if you went away.

- Your home or somewhere.
- Ivy.

You must be very brave.
This means an inquest.

- Yes?
- Two gentlemen to see you, sir.

- Alright, I'll come.
- Yes, sir.

- You had better go.
- You will be careful?

- Dearest, when this is all over...
- Yes, darling. I'll go now.

- While I'm talking to them you slip out.
- Yes, dear.

Roger.

What if Martha saw me here?

I'll attend to that.

You mustn't worry, darling.

I won't let anybody harm you.

Thank you, Roger.

Martha.

They're waiting in the hall, sir.

Martha, would you do something for me?

You know I would.

If you've ever seen a lady here.

Not a patient, but a visitor.

I want you to forget it.

- Forget I'd never seen no-one here?
- That's right.

It means a lot to me. You may be asked.

No matter how it appears to you.
No matter what you feel is for the best.

Remember, you'll be helping
me if you never tell a soul.

If it means something to you, Mr Roger.

It means much more to me. I promise.

Thank you, Martha.

I know I can trust you. Ask them in.

Step this way gentlemen please.

- Good day, doctor.
- Good day.

My name is Orpington.

Criminal Investigation
Department, Scotland Yard.

How do you do.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

I'm sorry to bother you.

But I must ask you some questions
about a gentleman known to you.

- If you give me his name, I'll...
- He's not a patient of yours.

I'm referring to Mr Jervis Lexton
who died last night.

No, he wasn't a patient of mine.

That's what I thought.
But he was a friend of yours?

Yes.

His death was very sudden.

You understand, when a thing like this
occurs I must explore every possibility.

I suppose you can't give us any idea
how Mr Lexton came by irritant poison?

None whatever.

I mean, is it possible he could have
obtained or annexed some from here?

Mr Lexton never came to this house.

Did his wife ever come here, doctor?

No, sir.

Thank you.

I sent my Sergeant out of the
room because I have to ask you...

A rather personal question.

I understand that you knew Mrs Lexton
rather better than you knew her husband.

What do you mean by that?

Wasn't it a form of romantic friendship
or some sort of relationship anyhow?

If you mean what I think you mean...

Forgive me if I seem offensive.

Let me put it this way.

Were there occasions when you
used to see Mrs Lexton alone?

No, sir.

Not even for a walk in the park?

No, sir.

I see.

Was it your wish to have...

A closer friendship with Mrs Lexton
than she felt it right to allow?

I hate to bother you with these details.

Mrs Lexton is a very
engaging young lady.

I imagine it might be hard for
any man not to wish to...

Make love to her. I quite agree.

You admit if there was no Mr Lexton you
would want Mrs Lexton to be your wife?

But there was a Mr Lexton.

That doesn't answer my question.

You do want to marry
Mrs Lexton, don't you?

She's already admitted as much.

That I know to be a downright lie.

I'm sorry you've taken it that way.
Please forgive me.

I suppose you have a surgery
attached to this house?

- It's across the yard.
- You make up your own medicines?

Yes.

May I see the surgery?

Certainly.

Thank you.

Inspector. Naturally in this surgery
you will find irritant poisons.

But no-one has access to here
but my housekeeper and myself.

I've no idea how Jervis Lexton got the
stuff that killed him. If it killed him.

But I do know it didn't
come from this room.

I'll take a look at it if I may.

The poisons are in this cabinet.

Quite a bit of it, isn't there.

Hello there.

Mother.

Now I believe in presentiments.
I was thinking about you all day.

Don't kiss me, dear. I'm covered
with horse-hair and saddle-soap.

- Hello Groves.
- Hello, sir.

- What's wrong with Dazzle?
- Got a splint. Knocked his leg.

It will teach him to
jump higher next time.

Get the iodine, Groves.
And blister that splint.

If the doctor agrees.

- I do.
- Yes, ma'am.

Alright, my boy. What's wrong?

- What you said, I think. The splint is...
- I mean, with you.

Remember my friends, the Lextons?
They spent a weekend here.

I remember Mrs Lexton very well.

- Jervis died suddenly.
- Oh.

I am sorry.

- What caused his...
- They say it was poison.

Suicide, obviously.

Were you his doctor?

No.

The poor boy.

Is there something else
you want to tell me?

What is it, Roger?

Mother. I want you to know that
now Ivy is free I shall marry her.

Isn't it too early to talk of marriage
when the poor man has only just died?

I know. I had to tell you as there may
be a scandal with my name linked to it.

I said something to you the
weekend Mrs Lexton was here.

I suppose you didn't take my advice.

Some things a man must judge himself.

As regards Mrs Lexton.
I judged for myself.

Very well, Roger.

Hello Tom.

- How is Mrs Lumford?
- Mending fast, sir.

Thanks to you.

Good day, Mrs Gretorex.

Doctor.

There's some ale in the kitchen
if you two would like...

No mother. Please wait.

What is it, Tom?

I'm sorry, doctor. But...

I've been ordered to arrest you.

Groves, take Dazzle to his
stall and dress that splint.

Yes, sir.

Go on, Tom.

To arrest you on suspicion
of the murder...

of Jervis Lexton.

I'm sorry, Mrs Gretorex.

Won't you allow my son to
have supper before you go?

I think we could manage
supper for all of us.

Sorry mum.

My orders is to bring him straight
back to Haywards Heath.

Reckon we'd better be moving, doctor.

Bring along the doctor's bag, Jim.

Don't worry Mother.
It's all a stupid mistake.

Of course it is, dear.

Ma'am... ma'am.

- What is it Emily?
- Dr. Gretorex.

- What about Dr. Gretorex?
- He's arrested.

- Arrested?
- Yes... for murder.

For Mr Lexton's murder.

Madam, I forgot.

This cable came for you.

Thank you, Emily.

The prosecution believes it has
cause for action against you.

But why you? Where was your motive?

Admittedly you saw
Lexton the day he died.

But so did Dr. Lanchester.
So did the maid, Emily Green.

Of course the wife saw him too.
But what would be her motive?

There's no life insurance. No money.

Now, if she wanted to marry another man.

Doctor.

Are you quite sure you've
told me all the facts?

- Was this woman in love with you?
- No.

- Somebody else?
- No.

No. Not to my knowledge.

If there is anything, you'd
better tell me you know.

Remember, you will be under oath
when I put you in the witness box.

I won't go into the
witness box, Sir James.

Paper... paper.

Paper!

The star in Gretorex murder trial.

Ivy to give evidence today.

Now, Ivy. Now, now.

You must keep control of yourself.
It won't be too bad.

All you have to do is speak the truth.

It's an ordeal testifying against
someone one knows.

But if Gretorex is guilty,
you're only doing your duty.

And if he isn't, be sure the
court will find out the truth.

And those barristers are
the fellows to find it out.

Dig under the surface for the truth.
Like a surgeon.

Why do they make me give evidence?

- She's shaking like a leaf.
- Poor dear.

Come on my dear. You must.

Mrs Lexton.

Mrs Gretorex.

I want to talk about my son. His life.

Well.

I know appearances are
dreadfully against him.

You don't believe that Roger
poisoned your husband, do you?

You believe he's innocent, don't you?

How do I know what to
think, Mrs Gretorex?

I mean it is so strange.
It's so unfortunate.

Roger was the last person to
see my poor husband alive.

You mean, you're half inclined to
believe he did this terrible thing?

- Because of his love for you I suppose?
- I didn't say that, but...

He was very fond of me, and...

Roger loved you. He told me so.

Because of that, please remember when
you face him from the witness box.

That what you say may
very well mean his death.

I will. I will indeed, Mrs Gretorex.

Call Mrs Ivy Lexton.

Call Mrs Ivy Lexton.

You are called, Mrs Lexton.

- I won't go.
- Madam, you have no choice.

- What happened? Did Emily say...?
- Please, Madam.

Take off your gloves please.

Take the bible in your right hand.

Repeat after me.

I swear by the almighty God.

I swear by the almighty God.

That the evidence I give to this court.

- The evidence I give to this court.
- Shall be the truth.

- Shall be the truth.
- The whole truth.

Nothing but the truth. So help me God.

Nothing but the truth. So help me God.

You are Ivy Lexton, widow of the
late Jervis Hamilton Lexton?

Yes.

Mrs Lexton, your maid
Emily Green has testified...

That the prisoner used to telephone you.

Sometimes as often as three times a day.

But you would never talk with him.

Was that testimony true, Mrs Lexton?

Yes.

Now, Mrs Lexton.

What was the nature of your
relations to and with Dr. Gretorex?

I.

What's that?

She hasn't answered yet, Milord.

Yes, Mrs Lexton?

We were friends, all three of us.
My husband too.

Mrs Lexton.

Was there, unknown to your husband...

Any romantic relationship between
you and the prisoner at the bar?

Well.

Was the prisoner at the
bar in love with you?

Answer the question?

Must I answer?

Counsel is entitled to a reply.

Mrs Lexton.

The morning after your husband's death.

Did you tell Inspector
Orpington anything?

What did you tell him?

I suggest you told him Dr. Gretorex was
in love with you and hoped to marry you.

Did you not also imply that the
accused was jealous of your husband?

You did tell the Inspector these
things, didn't you, Mrs Lexton?

Didn't you?

Yes.

- Milord.
- What's that?

I wish to withdraw my plea, Milord.

And change it to 'guilty'.

He's in a bit of a hurry to get that
rope around his neck, isn't he?

So is she.

I pass upon you the
sentence of this court.

Which is that you be taken
hence to a lawful prison.

And thence to a place of execution.

And that you there be
hanged by the neck...

Until you are dead.

And that your body shall be buried
within the precincts of the prison.

Where you shall have been last confined.

May the Lord have mercy upon your soul.

Amen.

Is James on his way up
with the bags, Emily?

He don't answer the speaking-tube.
I'll get him.

We haven't much time.

Did you get James?

Oh.

Mrs Lexton, why have
you refused to see me?

I'm awfully sorry, Mrs Gretorex.
I'm leaving town.

Until it is all over.
Until my son is dead?

My staying in London wouldn't
help the poor darling.

It might. It is nearly five o'clock.

Do you realise it's only 16 hours and
they're hanging him in 16 hours?

- Roger loved you. Why not try to help?
- How can I help?

- Jervis may have committed suicide.
- He didn't.

You're sure?

- He wouldn't do such a thing.
- He may have suspected you and my son.

He might have taken the poison so you
and Roger were accused of murder.

A horrible thought.
You speak of my dead husband.

I fight for my son's life.

It was a hideous misfortune
for me when I met your son.

You don't want him freed. Why?

- I've done everything I could.
- You haven't.

If Roger dies tomorrow, the person
who killed your husband goes free.

- Is that what you want, Mrs Lexton?
- You seem to forget Roger confessed.

It took you a long time
to remember that.

Why is everyone so cruel to me?

Nobody realises what I've been through.
All the nervous strain and...

Get the bags.
I'll be at Lady Flora's, Emily.

Yes ma'am. Goodbye.

- Good evening, Martha.
- Oh, it's you.

May I come in?

Yes, of course.

- It's going to be a damp night.
- Yes. I'm afraid it is.

Mrs Gretorex is out. She went away
this morning and hasn't yet returned.

I didn't come here to see
Mrs Gretorex, Martha.

I came here to see you.

- Me?
- Yes.

- Martha, are you down there?
- Yes, ma'am, I'm down here.

Just shutting up.

- Good evening, Mrs Gretorex.
- What is it, Inspector?

I just dropped in to
have a talk with Martha.

But since you are here, I am curious to
know why you called on Mrs Lexton today.

- Is that unlawful?
- No.

How is she? Still frightened?

Yes, frightened. Horribly frightened.

But she's ready to let Roger die
rather than say whom he is...

Shielding.

You think he's shielding somebody too?

Officially this case is closed.
I have no right to think.

This is my evening off.

You do think it though?

Whom would she want him
to shield, Mrs Gretorex?

I think you know.

Herself.

Yes. That's why Roger said he did it.
To save her.

How easy for her to get the poison too.

That cupboard isn't even locked.

Martha has said over and over again
that Mrs Lexton has never been here.

Isn't that so, Martha?

Yes. That's right, sir.

But he wouldn't have told Martha or
anyone because of her reputation.

She could have used that door.

Yes.

Only today, I learnt Dr. Gretorex had an
extra key made for that door a year ago.

Did you know that, Martha?

No sir. No.

I'm afraid the tea kettle
will be on the boil.

She could have slipped in here
without anybody knowing it.

I'm sure of it, Inspector. So positive.

But what's the use?

We couldn't prove anything.

And tomorrow morning.

Roger.

How did that get back there?

- That jar of poison.
- Why should that jar frighten you?

- I broke the cups.
- Never mind the cups.

- I'll get some more tea.
- Never mind the tea.

Martha.

In fifteen hours' time
Dr. Gretorex will be hanged.

Hanged for something he did not do.

He's shielding somebody and
you know who he's shielding.

Martha, what are you keeping from us?

Say it.

But I... I promised.

You promised what?
You promised whom? Tell me.

You've seen Mrs Lexton here.
You know she was here.

Was she, Martha? Please, was she?

Yes.

She was here. All dressed in white.
And she had a little black bag.

Which she held like so.
A lovely little bag.

- Unusual, with a cameo clasp.
- I've seen that bag.

Standing over there she was.
By the jar of poison.

Standing right in front of it
like she was trying to hide it.

Get Martha across to my office.
They will take her statement.

I've got a visit to make.

What number please?

Please, I want a trunk call.

Horsham, nought-one-eight.

- Where?
- Horsham in Sussex.

- Only twelve more hours before they...
- What was that, ma'am?

Nothing.

Sorry, hold on please. You are through.

Are you there?

Is this Horsham nought-one-eight?

I want Mrs Lexton please.
This is her maid.

Hang on a moment.

Thank you... hello.

Emily.

Oh. This is me, mum.

There has been a wire.
It's a cable.

Yes, yes. Open it and read it.

I'm all thumbs.

What with being in this flat alone.

With Mr Jervis dead.

Poor Dr. Gretorex going to
be hanged in the morning.

Forgive me, mum.

I've got the jitters.

If I could only go to my
sisters for the night.

Of course. What does the cable say?

Here it is.

It's from Southampton.

It says 'Ship docking'.

'A day ahead of time.'

'Arriving London in the
small hours tonight.'

'And shall see you tomorrow.'

'Ever'.

'Miles Rushworth'.

I.

Oh.

Mr Miles Rushworth.

We came to find the weapon
and I think we've got the motive.

'Shall see you tomorrow.
Ever, Miles Rushworth'.

- Wasn't he the husband's boss?
- Yes.

It seems Ivy has a way with men.
Three of them dangling.

Aye. One from the end
of a rope like as not.

'Boat train from Southampton'.

- Come in to Waterloo, would it?
- Yes, sir.

We must find that handbag.

You search this end.

- Here's a drawer full of bags, Inspector.
- Any black ones?

Aye, but none with a cameo clasp.

That's the lot.

- Not there.
- Think she's done away with it?

Mrs Lexton isn't the type to
toss away something valuable.

- Search those.
- Yes, sir.

She might have it...

Shush.

Quiet.

What's up?

Did you notice something different?

No.

- The clock.
- What about it?

- It has stopped ticking.
- Well?

Sergeant.

Well.

Give me that pad.

It's nothing at all.

It was hidden for some reason.

- A wicked little wench, isn't she?
- Yes.

I thought so the first time I
saw it after Lexton's death.

I'll wager the poison was in it then.

Why should anyone want
to hide an empty bag?

A guilty conscience, maybe.

- Hollow?
- Might be.

A secret compartment.

There's some white dust in it.

Get it to the Yard and have it analysed.

I'm going to Waterloo Station.

To meet Mr Rushworth.

Hello?

Yes.

Oh. It's London.

Yes. Yes, I'm holding on.

Good morning, my dear.

That's probably Sir Charles calling
you as he promised. About...

Dr. Gretorex.

You want Mrs Lexton?

I'll see if she's awake.

It is for you.

- Shall I speak for you?
- Please.

Sir Charles Page, my lady.

Hello Charles. This is Flora.

Is it over?

No. They had what?

When? Early this morning?

Charles, that's wonderful.

Well, isn't that extraordinary?

New evidence?

Never.

No.

Of course, I'll tell Ivy immediately.
She'll be so happy.

Yes. It was kind of you
to let us know at once.

Yes, Charles. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Ivy.

Ivy. Such news.

Roger Gretorex has been reprieved.

- Reprieved?
- New evidence has come to light.

What evidence?

Charles didn't know, but it must be
awfully strong to stop an execution.

- They think somebody else is guilty?
- They're sure of it.

Ivy, I can't tell you what
a load this is off my mind.

You poor dear.

All this excitement.

You mustn't let the
reaction make you ill.

You just lie down again.

Remember> The ordeal is over, Ivy.

That poor young man didn't do it.

Now they'll get the guilty one. You see.

I'll bring you some tea.

The guilty one? New evidence?

It must be a mistake. They couldn't
have found out, they couldn't.

Miles.

Miles will see to it.
Miles will help me.

Miles is due in.

Miles.

You startled me.

You'll never know how
wonderful it is to see you.

I counted the days
and counted the hours.

You are trembling Ivy.
Why are you frightened?

- Frightened?
- You are frightened.

Terribly frightened.

- It's in your eyes.
- Why should I be?

Awful things have happened since
you went away. Poor darling Jervis.

The worries I went through.

You heard that Dr. Gretorex
has been reprieved?

Yes... I'm glad.

I mean, if they think he's innocent.

If Dr. Gretorex is innocent,
who is the guilty one?

Please, let's not talk about it anymore.

Poor Jervis is dead.

It's all so unexplainable.

Not for Scotland Yard, Ivy.

Inspector Orpington was waiting
for me at the Station when I arrived.

Inspector?

The police believe they have enough
evidence to convict you of murder.

You don't believe that?

I don't know what to believe.

That's why I came to speak to you.

And now?

And now I know.

I'm sorry for you, Ivy.

Deeply sorry.

Miles, don't go.

If you leave me now I haven't
a friend left in the world.

Stop, I've forgotten something.

Wait for me, I'll be back immediately.

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, come on. We're waiting.

Ahh!