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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Mr. Li, call the police.

Welcome to the inscrutable Orient, Mrs. Fletcher.

I know that the goods you reported lost in the fire

have been showing up in the black market.

Is there any way to trace the cyanide?

In Hong Kong?

I want that merger.

I will not be coerced by your threats,

no matter how you choose to deliver them.

I will accept no more of your insults!

David!

Your dad will kill me.

Stay away from her.

Oh, it's fascinating.

What? Everything!

I mean the color, the energy!

It's so unique and yet it's still very British.

It reminds me of that wonderful weekend we spent together in London.

You know, I'm sorry I took so long to accept your invitation.

Every time I made plans... I know.

I was just beginning to worry

that the Chinese communists were going to get here before you.

Confidentially, so was I.

On to more important things.

There is something that you absolutely have to see.

Oh! How exciting!

Hello.

Mr. Li, this is Mrs. Fletcher.

Hi. My pleasure, Mrs. Fletcher.

Your first visit to our city?

Yes, it is, Mr. Li.

I just couldn't let her miss the finest jade in Hong Kong.

I saw mention in the newspaper

of your lecturing at the university.

I have something I just acquired that I know you will appreciate.

It's a necklace in the deepest imperial green.

Jessica, remember, you are in the Orient.

You are expected to bargain.

Watch me.

Excuse me, ma'am. There's a phone call from Mr. Dunbar's office.

They say it's important. It's on the car phone.

Thank you, Chang.

I'll be right back. All right.

Right over here, Mrs. Fletcher.

It happens that you're in Hong Kong at just the right time.

I received a new shipment...

Flawlessly crafted in the finest Burmese jade.

Oh!

Mr. Li, call the police!

On your demand for two additional board members,

I must categorically refuse.

Refuse

is about all you seem to do, Mr. Dunbar.

You are a very stubborn man.

The House of Dunbar has survived for over a century, Mr. Kuan.

I'm not gonna give it away now.

We're trying to negotiate a merger, not a takeover.

I told you, no calls.

It's for you. Jessica Fletcher.

Hello. Brian!

Look, I'm sorry. This is an emergency.

I don't know how to tell you this,

but it appears that Emma has been kidnapped.

Please go on.

When?

How did it happen?

Jessica, if you haven't already called the police...

Well, of course we've called them! What are you saying?

I don't know how to say this,

but the fact is it could cost Emma her life.

But, Brian, I don't understand.

I'm sorry, Jessica. You don't know Hong Kong.

Well, they're already here. I don't know what to say.

It's all right, Jessica.

Need I keep reminding you

it was House of Dunbar that initiated these negotiations?

Hoping they'd be of mutual benefit.

They can be, but only if you are realistic.

Yes?

Yes? We have your wife.

If you want her back alive, listen carefully and don't interrupt.

I understand.

I'm sorry. We'll have to break this up.

An emergency.

A final word, Mr. Dunbar.

A reminder. Time is running out.

The takeover of Hong Kong by the People's Republic of China is fast approaching.

The political and economic climate in this city

is more dangerous every day.

You need our connection in Beijing

far more than we need the House of Dunbar.

Good day, gentlemen.

Brian Dunbar becomes more difficult every day.

What is it, Brian?

I need $200,000 in small bills and quickly.

McLAUGHLlN: How long have you known Emma Dunbar?

Oh, about eight years.

We met at a UNESCO art festival in Paris.

And do you paint plates, too, Mrs. Fletcher?

Paint plates?

Inspector, Mrs. Dunbar is one of the finest ceramic artists in the world.

I meant no disrespect, ma'am.

Inspector, I don't think that's true.

How about partially true?

I mean your attitude.

Is it that like Brian Dunbar, you'd rather that I hadn't called the police?

Quite the opposite, Mrs. Fletcher.

The trouble is, we hardly ever get called in on these cases.

These cases?

You mean this sort of thing is commonplace?

Kidnapping members of the privileged classes

has become something of a cottage industry in Hong Kong.

Almost ritualistic.

You see, as far as certain elements in this part of the world are concerned

life comes kind of cheap.

And as money doesn't seem to matter very much

to the victims' families or associates...

They keep the police out of it.

They pay the ransom. They get their people back alive and well.

It's a bit of a game both sides agree to play.

The kidnappers usually keep their ransom demands

pretty much within what their victims can afford.

But doesn't that just encourage more kidnapping?

Welcome to the inscrutable Orient, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, no need to worry, ma'am.

Chances are, even as we speak

the ransom money's been paid,

and Mrs. Dunbar is safely on her way home.

Mark delivered the ransom according to instructions.

Sure, Inspector, they'll give you statements.

But neither Chang nor Emma saw anything that will help.

Look, as far as I'm concerned, it is over.

Emma!

Emma! Oh, I'm so relieved you're safe.

Not as relieved as I am.

I am fine, Jessica.

Would you like some tea and sandwiches?

What is it?

You'll have to forgive me.

It's gonna take me a little time

to get used to the way things work around here.

I mean, you're all behaving as if she'd just taken a little walk in the park.

Inspector McLaughlin told me he'd explained the routine to you.

Again, Jessica, I apologize for the way I spoke on the phone.

Oh! It's quite understandable under the circumstances.

I'm just relieved that I didn't make things any worse.

You mentioned that the merger talks with this Kuan fellow

were going very badly.

Jessica, if you're suggesting that Kuan has anything to do with my kidnapping...

What I'm suggesting is that it's very hard to get to the facts

without a police investigation.

Emma, I've thought from the start

this could be Kuan's way of escalating the pressure.

I know he's got a reputation as a tough businessman.

But "thug" might be a more apt description.

And that goes for his son as well.

It could explain our mysterious warehouse fires.

I just cannot accept that.

But why not, Emma?

Because I think I understand Kuan.

He may be a ruthless businessman but a criminal, no.

When is your next meeting with him?

Nothing's been scheduled as far as I'm concerned.

Brian, dear.

Oh, all right, darling.

Set another meeting for tomorrow at 2:00.

Right.

Well, I am for taking a little nap

before we start dressing for tonight.

Oh! You must need it, Emma.

And I'm so looking forward to seeing April perform tonight.

We're very proud of our little daughter, Jessica.

I'm sure you are.

See you later. Yes.

Have a good rest, Emma.

Excuse me, Brian.

The Kuans can't meet with us until 3:30 tomorrow afternoon.

Good enough.

Mark, if I were you, I wouldn't call attention to those warehouse fires.

After all, we know it wasn't Kuan who was responsible.

Oh, you have some other theories?

I have friends in Shanghai.

I know that the goods you reported lost in the fire

have been showing up on the black market.

I also know that you've been paying off gambling debts in Macao.

If you know all that, what's keeping you quiet?

Discretion.

Fear of screwing up the merger talks even more than they are now.

And, Mark, if there is any sort of investigation,

I've already booby-trapped enough computer data

so there'll be no doubt where the goodies have gone.

Jessica, come in.

Emma, you look lovely.

Thank you.

Are you feeling all right?

I'm feeling fine. Good.

Brian and I talked, and we both agreed

we cannot allow anyone to think that we were intimidated.

I have a feeling

I'd have to spend a great deal more time in this part of the world

to get used to your customs.

Somebody else, perhaps. But you, I know how your mind works.

Two weeks and you would have it absolutely cold.

Thanks.

That is a beautiful evening suit.

Do you like it? Nice, isn't it?

From the House of Dunbar new ready-to-wear line.

Louise has made our women's apparel the most profitable division.

And she expects to flood Europe with these styles.

Well, judging from that, I'd say she might succeed.

Have you lost something?

I can't find my car key.

Oh!

I'm always losing keys the same way.

Oh, well, we won't need it tonight.

We'd better hurry, otherwise we'll miss April's performance.

Pretty girl from Kowloon

Gonna break the rules

Pretty girl from Kowloon

No way she'll mind the store

Knows there's no tomorrow

Already out the door

She didn't make the rules

No way that she can play

The game's not the same anymore

Oh, no, the game's not the same Anymore

Anymore

Anymore

Anymore

April Dunbar.

Dad!

Jessica!

Hi, sweetie.

How good to see you!

You, too. You're a real performer.

Thank you. Thank you.

Want something? Orange juice.

Orange juice, please. Yes, sir.

Oh, Jessica, it seems like forever

since that wonderful visit to Cabot Cove.

Well, you must come back again soon.

Emma tells me that you want to go into musical comedy.

Passionately.

Assuming she doesn't allow her other passions to interfere.

I was so lucky to get this job when I'm still at the university.

There's no experience like performing in front of a paying audience.

Excuse me. I have to get ready for my next set.

Of course.

Bye.

She's lovely!

What do you know!

What is it? My car key.

I must have left it in this purse the other night.

David.

David!

Your dad will kill me.

You make him into such an ogre, David.

He doesn't even look at me. He takes aim instead.

Well, if you'd only make more of an effort.

I make an effort every day at the negotiating table.

The man's got a mindset. He wears blinders.

David, we can't stop trying.

He's under a lot of stress, you know.

All the changes that have been going on.

If you think that's all it is, you're kidding yourself.

Oh, David. I could not stand to lose you.

So let's just give it a little more time, all right?

Okay.

Daddy.

Well, I have to get back on stage.

I'll see you later, right?

Right.

I love my daughter very much.

I won't allow her to be hurt.

Stay away from her.

Oh, this is fascinating. It's so beautifully done.

Help yourself. I always make extras to send out as samples.

This one you will see at the banquet hall tonight.

The figure is a kind of fung shui.

It keeps evil spirits away.

Well, I'm all for that.

Listen, you're busy. You don't need to drive me to the university.

Chang can do it or I can take a cab.

Nonsense. It will work out perfectly.

I have to stop by the museum anyway,

then I am coming straight home

to help Brian with his speech for tonight.

Chang can pick you up later.

All right.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

I want to dictate a memo before I forget.

When you are writing, and I quote my publisher,

"a definitive book," you have to save all the gems.

I've been there, believe me.

Only now are we beginning to appreciate the ceramics of the Tang's Dynasty.

The figure of Lothar measures 47 inches,

and to fire such a piece of clay without cracking it

would be a triumph even for a 21st century ceramist.

Opinion?

Oh, definitely "definitive."

Actually, I do some of my best thinking behind the wheel of this car.

And some of my best swearing.

Fortunately, the dialect is quite obscure.

Perhaps you can clarify something for me.

Are you speaking for the House of Dunbar, Mr. Tower, or...

I'm here to speak for myself, Mr. Kuan.

To me, you and young Mr. Kuan,

represent the future of Hong Kong, and I want to be a part of it.

No matter how things go this afternoon between you and Brian,

I want you to understand

that the Kuans can count on having a friend

who will do all he can to help.

Thank you, Mr. Tower.

You're... You're very welcome.

Gentlemen.

You're not going to deal with him, are you?

Never take your eyes off a desperate man, David.

Emma Dunbar was kidnapped?

According to my sources, for a brief time yesterday.

I want to know all I can.

Business is business, my son.

Good morning, Chang. Good morning, ma'am.

Would you pick up Mrs. Fletcher at the university at 2:30?

Yes, madam.

How are you feeling?

Much better, thank you.

Chang, before the kidnapping yesterday morning,

did you at any time see that black sedan following us?

I know that you're worried about retaliation.

I promise to be discreet.

I didn't see anyone following us.

When did you first know that we were going to the jade shop?

At the mansion. Mrs. Dunbar told me when she ordered the car.

Was there anyone else close by, who might have overheard?

I wouldn't know. I was in the garage.

She phoned me from the house.

Mrs. Fletcher, I would rather not say anymore.

I understand, Chang.

In Hong Kong, at this time of year,

you should always carry an umbrella when you leave Victoria Peak.

Rain often falls in the city, but not at the Peak.

That is because the clouds are so low.

I'll remember that.

Unfortunately, I must remind you once again,

these negotiations are not open-ended.

Mr. Kuan, I'll not be coerced by your threats

no matter how you choose to deliver them.

What are you implying, Mr. Dunbar?

I think you know very well what I'm implying.

I'm a businessman, pure and simple.

I will accept no more of your insults!

David!

Mr. Dunbar, this is our final offer.

You have until tomorrow noon,

at which time the negotiations are terminated.

If it's more of the same, we're finished right now.

Mr. Dunbar,

Father,

since we have another day it would be most improvident not to use it.

Now, may I suggest, if only for appearance sake,

it would be best if we attended the banquet as planned.

Are you sure you want such a man for a father-in-law?

Thank you, Chang. You're welcome.

And in addition to our company's anniversary,

we have something else to celebrate tonight.

What's that, Brian?

Louise has just made the most enormous sale

of our company's new ready-to-wear line

to one of the biggest wholesalers in Europe.

That's wonderful, Louise.

Monsieur Ravel is an impossible man to deal with.

Now you tell us how you managed that.

Time.

Paul's a night person.

So I took advantage of it by nailing him at the crack of dawn

when he was still groggy and vulnerable.

Well, it's time.

Where's Mark?

He's taking his own car.

I trust that you're here in an unofficial capacity, Inspector.

Thankfully, yes.

Perhaps it's better you didn't tell Brian, Mrs. Fletcher,

but because you called us, we've got a lead.

A merchant has given us a pretty good description of one of Emma's abductors.

If it should come back to harm the Dunbars, I would feel responsible.

I'm sure you only did what you thought was best, Mrs. Fletcher.

Jessica.

I'd like you to meet Mr. Kuan and my friend David, his son.

And this is Mrs. Fletcher.

How do you do, Mr. Kuan? David?

Are you enjoying Hong Kong, Mrs. Fletcher?

It's been eventful.

It's an exciting city, Mrs. Fletcher.

Anything can happen here.

She's wonderful.

Ma'am.

Thanks.

Sorry, Brian. I had some personal business.

She's beautiful and she would be an ideal wife, David,

especially if there's a merger.

But trust me, he will never permit her to marry a Kuan.

We'll see about that.

Greetings, my friends.

This occasion marks the 110th anniversary

of the founding of the House of Dunbar.

Now, it has been our custom always, in the past,

at the beginning of each of our anniversary dinners

to serve a century egg.

Symbolizing both our ties to the past

and our faith in the future.

Now each of you should have received one.

So, please, everybody, enjoy yourselves!

Thank you.

Thank you, darling.

Jessica, did you know that the tradition of the century egg

goes back at least a couple of thousand years?

So I've read.

In the old days, they used to bury the eggs a century or more.

Well, how old are these eggs?

Well, let's just say everything's been speeded up a little.

But, there's still a traditional way to eat them.

Oh, I was sure there was.

Well, as you see, the egg has been divided into fourths.

You take a little ginger

and dip it into the lime juice,

lay it onto the egg,

and then...

What do you think?

It's different.

You know, the Chinese

have a marv... A marvelous way...

Brian!

Dad!

Brian! Dad!

McLAUGHLlN: Please clear some space.

Oh, my God! APRIL: Dad!

There was a smell of burnt almonds on his breath.

I'm afraid Emma Dunbar is the big winner here.

Get me a search warrant for the Dunbar mansion.

We're waiting on the coroner now

for the official cause of death.

I suggest you all go home,

and we'll call you if we need you.

Inspector, you think that my husband was poisoned, don't you?

I can't comment on that yet, Emma.

Does anyone know where Mark Tower is?

Will you be all right?

Yes.

Goodbye, David.

Well, David, an important night for the Kuans, I'd say.

And what is that supposed to mean?

Emma Dunbar should be a lot easier to deal with than Brian.

I'll be in touch.

One moment, please.

It's Kai Kuan. You don't have to talk to him now. I...

No. I'll take it.

Yes?

My condolences, Mrs. Dunbar.

Thank you.

I realize this is an awkward time to conduct business,

but I have no choice.

I regret that I must withdraw my final offer.

Mr. Kuan.

As I'm sure you understand.

Given the unfortunate events this evening,

the value of the House of Dunbar has greatly diminished.

I do understand, Mr. Kuan.

Please give us a few days to assess our situation

and I'm sure we can come up with an offer that will be worthy of your attention.

I think you should know that there is at least one enemy within your own firm.

Can you give me any more information?

I don't think it will be appropriate to talk about it now.

I appreciate your phone call, Mr. Kuan.

Thank you.

Just so that you know where I stand,

I want that merger.

I am not talking about surrender.

I am talking about compromise, and inducing Kuan to compromise as well.

That's good enough.

If there's anything I can do to help, personally, I mean.

No, thank you.

I just think I'll go upstairs and...

Brave lady. Incredible.

If she had prepared herself ahead of time,

she couldn't be handling it any better.

You have a devious mind, Mr. Tower.

Come on. Hasn't the same thought crossed yours?

No. She loved him.

But if I was going to titillate myself with the obvious,

there's a much better way to go.

A thief and smuggler afraid of being found out,

now, there's a suspect to conjure on.

Louise, go to hell.

Mother.

I miss him so much.

I know.

I know.

The merchant picked him out of the lineup

without a moment's hesitation.

I'm afraid it doesn't ring any bells, Inspector.

I really never got a good look at their faces.

You're sure you're not suffering from

a touch of selective memory, Mrs. Fletcher?

Inspector McLaughlin, we all take our chances.

I apparently took one of mine and a few of the Dunbars'

when I notified you of the kidnapping.

Look, I didn't mean to get your back up.

Well, you certainly succeeded.

If I'd known who this person was,

believe me, I would have told you.

No matter.

With any luck, now the fellow knows he's been made,

maybe we'll get something out of him.

I'm still curious about how the kidnappers knew

that we were going to the jade shop.

The coroner's findings and the lab report on Brian.

Your hunch on the odor of burnt almonds was correct.

He was killed with a highly concentrated cyanide,

ingested at the table.

However, according to the lab report, and here's the puzzler,

the cyanide and also a trace of sugar was in Brian's lime juice

but nothing else at the table.

But as I recall,

everybody's lime juice was poured from the same pitcher.

That was my impression, too.

And there's no explanation for the sugar either.

Is there any way to trace the cyanide?

In Hong Kong?

In the old walled city, anyone can buy anything for the right price.

How about fingerprints? Were there any on Brian's lime juice dish?

None that were useable on any of the pieces.

The staff wiped them clean as they were laying them out.

As I've said, I've looked at this from one end to the other.

Is there anything particular you're looking for?

I'm not sure, Inspector.

Perhaps an anomaly of some sort.

It's pre-edited, Mrs. Fletcher,

but it's all the tape we have.

Well, that confirms it, of course.

The lime juice did all come from the same pitcher.

And, as you notice, no one's hands got anywhere near Brian's dish.

Mmm-hmm.

Could you run it back to Brian's place setting

before anything was served?

Oh, sure. Why?

Well, it seems to me

that the poison must already have been in Brian's dish

while it was still empty.

I'd like to see the close-up of the dish

just before the lime juice is poured.

No poison, I'm afraid. Clean and shiny. Just like the others.

McLaughlin.

I'm on my way.

My search warrant for the mansion seems to have paid off.

This is one of yours, isn't it?

It could be.

Well, it came from right over there.

But that's not what makes it special. This powder does.

It's highly concentrated cyanide,

exactly like the cyanide that killed Brian.

I have no idea how it got there.

McLAUGHLlN: We've known each other a long time, Emma.

Why don't you make it easy on yourself?

I loved my husband.

I did not poison him.

Inspector, this studio is never locked.

Anyone could have planted that bag in here.

Yes, I'm well aware of that, Mrs. Fletcher.

But nevertheless, I'm sorry, Emma,

but I think we'd better go downtown,

where we can talk this through.

McLAUGHLlN: Emma's fingerprints are all over that glassine bag.

Well, that's hardly surprising.

I mean, anyone who had wanted to frame Emma

would have an abundance of glassine bags to choose from.

Look, Inspector, I came down here to look at the tape again.

Haven't we been there?

Well, we haven't looked at the beginning.

Now, we can both spare five minutes.

I called the Kowloon video company

and they said they'd done a color balance test earlier in the afternoon.

Still fishing, are we?

Well, not quite.

I checked the dining room staff.

Now they took a two-hour midday break.

I think I know how the poisoning was done. May I?

Now you see how those warrior figures

are all upright with their heads pointing towards us?

McLAUGHLlN: Yeah. So?

Now remember, that was the footage shot earlier in the day.

This is the evening footage.

Look at the position of the warrior design

on Brian's lime juice dish now.

Evidently, sometime after 2:03, the dishes were switched

and the new dish placed with the head of the warrior figure

no longer pointing towards us, but to the right.

Mrs. Fletcher, isn't it possible

that someone on the staff simply rotated the same dish?

Well, of course, it's possible. But why?

The settings were all in place.

There'd be no reason to touch that particular piece.

On the other hand,

there would have been no problem getting a second dish.

Emma had extras in her studio.

And this second dish would be the one from which Brian was poisoned.

Assuming that the cyanide was already in the dish

when the lime juice was poured.

Exactly.

McLAUGHLlN: So, where's the poison?

Look, we both know cyanide is very soluble in water.

Only a few drops would be needed to dissolve a lethal dose.

The water would have evaporated.

Not if a glaze were put over it.

Now, I'm not talking about ceramic glazes,

which I know very little about,

but something very simple.

Sugar. The lab report mentioned sugar.

Exactly. A sugar glaze.

The kind you can find in any cookbook.

When the lime juice was poured,

the glaze would have dissolved instantly and released the poison.

Mrs. Fletcher, you're making my case against Emma Dunbar.

I mean when you start talking about glazes

and applying them to ceramic dishes, that's Emma's specialty.

I'll see you later, Inspector.

You better take an umbrella, Mrs. Fletcher.

Our usual afternoon shower.

"Our usual afternoon showers."

Of course!

That's it!

Would you have Kai Kuan's telephone number, Inspector?

Well...

Mrs. Fletcher.

I don't see how I can possibly help you,

nor do I have any desire to do so.

Please, Mr. Kuan, bear with me for one question.

Tell me why you were unable to meet with Brian

at 2:00 yesterday, as he requested?

David made that appointment.

He's on the line.

I heard that question, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh.

Thank you, David. Thank you very much.

Inspector, Emma did not kill Brian. I think I know who did.

But proving it is going to be something else again.

May I speak to Emma?

I assume it's important?

Yes, Inspector, it's very important.

Jessica, what brings you here?

Just picking up Emma's dictation.

I thought it might help her to pass the time in jail.

Oh, really? What a coincidence.

Oh?

Yes, Emma just called. She wants me to take the tape.

Oh, don't worry about it, Louise.

I'll see Emma in the morning, and...

Jessica, play the tape for me, would you?

But why?

Please play the tape.

I saw you listening to it.

I saw you rewind it when you first caught sight of me.

Why is it so imperative that you hear the tape?

Just play it.

Is it because your voice is on it

talking to Paul Ravel in Paris at 7:30 in the morning there,

but 2:30 Hong Kong time?

Telling Mr. Ravel not to worry about the price,

that you would soon be setting the prices.

The police have verified the call, Louise,

made on your cellular phone.

Give me the tape.

Without you and this damned tape there's no evidence at all.

Miss Walton.

You're under arrest for the murder of Brian Dunbar.

I knew that Brian was determined to merge with a Chinese company

before the People's Republic took over.

If not Kuan, then someone else.

And I'd be replaced with a Chinese counterpart, left out in the cold.

So you decided to kill both, Brian and frame Emma.

Without them, the board had no choice

but to put me in the position that I have deserved for so long,

running the House of Dunbar.

You know, Louise, I think that you misjudged Emma and Brian.

I'm certain that they would have treated you very generously.

And as to that tape in Emma's car,

you may recall that I never once said that there was anything on it.

You mean...

It was blank. You incriminated yourself.

Okay, Jessica.

How and what?

Oh, little things.

I realized how important time must have been to the killer.

I mean, first, there was the meeting time

on the afternoon of the murder.

Brian had asked Louise to set an appointment with Kai Kuan for 2:00.

Louise reported back

that the Kuans couldn't make the meeting until 3:30.

But when I asked David about it,

he said that there had been no mention of a 2:00 meeting.

I wasn't aware of any 2:00 meeting, Mrs. Fletcher.

Louise told us that the Dunbars would meet us at 3:30.

Now that indicated Louise had an agenda of her own

and a place that she wanted to be at 2:00.

I remembered the confusion

about Emma's Rolls-Royce key that she thought she'd lost,

which then turned up in her purse at the nightclub.

Suggesting that Louise had borrowed it to make a duplicate,

so that she could drive the Rolls to the murder scene

instead of her own car.

She then returned to the mansion in time

to leave with everyone else for Kuan's office.

Several things told me

that the Rolls was in central Hong Kong yesterday afternoon.

Earlier today I remembered what Chang had told me

about the rain that falls in Hong Kong but not on Victoria Peak.

Everything on Victoria Peak was dry

when Chang drove me home from the university except the Rolls,

which had obviously been caught in the afternoon rain downtown.

I also remembered the yellow paint smudge on the left front tire.

And that evening I noticed

that the curb outside the banquet hall had been newly painted.

The clincher came when you told me

that they had finished painting that curb

at about 2:30 in the afternoon.

Putting the Rolls at the murder scene

at just about the right time for Louise to plant the poison.

I thought you'd be interested, Mrs. Fletcher,

Mark Tower was arrested half an hour ago on the Macao ferry

with $200,000 in marked bills,

definitely linking him to the kidnapping.

He confessed that he was gonna use the money

to pay off some gambling debts.

I'm looking forward to a bright future.

So do I, Mrs. Dunbar.

I'd call it kind of a double merger.