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Try this for a deep, dark secret.

The great detective Remington Steele...

He doesn't exist. I invented him.

Follow... I always loved excitement,

So I studied and apprenticed..

and put my name on an office. HOLT INVESTIGATIONS

But absolutely nobody knocked down my door.

A female private investigator seemed so...... feminine.

So I invented a superior.

A decidedly MASCULINE superior.

Suddenly there were cases around the block.

Working like a charm

Until the day he walked in...

with his blue eyes and his mysterious past.

And before I knew it...

He assumed Remington Steele's identity.

Now I do the work and he takes the bows.

This is a dangerous way to live...

but as long as people buy it...

I can get the job done.

We never mix business with pleasure.

Well, almost never.

I don't even know his real name.

GOURMET CUISINE

Thanks.

Thanks.

Avocado on 7 grain with alfalfa sprouts MMM, must be yours.

Corned beef and pastrami on a kaiser roll with horseradish and sauerkraut.

Must be yours.

- You all right? - What is it?

HIM! LOOK at those bills!

One round-trip chartered jet to Las Vegas- $2000.

One evening gown by Louie of Beverly Hills

$6000.

You know he's bought her enough flowers to open a botanical garden?!

- Who? - Her!

NADINE! The peroxide piranha!

But I thought that was his assignment

Keep her out of the way until you settled the Randall case.

I hate to admit it, but he seems to be doing a excellent job.

I mean, we haven't seen Nadine in-- weeks.

We haven't seen MR. STEELE, either.

And the case has been CLOSED for three days!

- I guess he got a little carried away. - We may NEVER see him...

Unless his CREDIT or his STAMINA runs out!

Well, we know he was in San Francisco two days ago.

- How do we know? - We just got a bill from Ernie"s.

OOH, OOOH! Hold it, Laura. Calm down, huh?

We've GOT to do something to get his attention!

Uh -uh, Nadine. Never bite. Always nibble.

More champagne?

- Anything? - Just a cosy place to do some serious nibbling.

- Yes, Mr. Steele. - Check, please.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, Mr. Steele. But I'm afraid your account has been closed-

- Closed? - Yes sir.

Very well.

Thank you, sir.

You have made this evening so extraordinarily special.

I am going to do something I've never done before.

OH, I HOPE so.

A forget-me-not. Oh, Remington

I am sorry, Mr. Steele, but...

I have orders to confiscate your credit card.

- WHAT? - I dont know anything about it, sir.

All THEY said was that I had to confiscate the card.

Then how am I supposed to settle this?

- You COULD try cash, sir. - Cash?

I never carry cash. It's so bulky.

I have some money.

WOW.

- Now you've upset the lady... - Terribly sorry, sir.

If I weren't so annoyed, I'd be embarrassed.

Allow me to repay you over breakfast, my dear.

Claude will have to be taken care of too.

- Is this all right? - More than adequate.

Thank you, Mr. Steele.

- Should I? - Just a few dollars.

- Thank you, Mr. Steele. - Ok.

Mr. Steele.

- Ms. Wolfe. - Foxe!

Mr. Steele. It's a pleasure, sir.

'm Leibowitz. You know...

The Morton matter.

Yes, yes. a very... complex situation.

But it's been resolved.

Complex, but easily resolved.

- Ms. Wolfe. - Foxe.

- What? - I am Foxe, it's not Wolfe. Bernice Foxe.

You call me Wolfe one more time and I'll tell Laura you're hanging around the office....

- Where is she? - OUT.

- I can see that. Where? - That's not for publication.

You don't seem to grasp the gravity of the situation.

She has CLOSED my checking account.

I am on the brink of financial, not to mention PHYSICAL oblivion.

- I will give her the message. - Very well, Ms. "Whatever".

How would you like me to handle EACH...

and EVERY one of the those cases out there?

You WOULDN'T.

Where is she?

At a motel on Pico.

This is a first for me.

Well, you're going to learn to love it.

If my husband ever found out about this, he'd kill us both

Well, I won't tell him if you won't.

- Smooth talking creep. - What is he saying?

Look, we already know he's behind it. Why can't we just call the police?

He gotta ASK her to steal the information from your company.

The minute he does, we'll grab him.

Maybe I'll just take the rest of the days off.

No, baby.

Because your job is gonna make us both a LOT of money.

What do you mean?

Well, you see, it's like this:

You get me some material...

You've got a lot of explaining to do!

- What are YOU doing here? - You her husband, fella?

- You CLOSED my checking account! - We'll.. talk.. about it.. LATER!

Wait, wait a minute. I KNOW that guy!

- No. No, you don't. - Yeah I do. That's Remington Steele.

- Remington Steele? No. - It's a set up!

- What's going on in there? - Don't ask.

- Grab him, Murphy! - Shouldn't we call the police?

I'm not finished...

Would somebody PLEASE tell me what's happening?!

- Hey stop. Stop. - Slight change in plans, Mr. Dillon.

Why don't you go back to you office and I will give you complete update in about an hour.

Well, at least it's reassuring that Mr. Steele's personally involved.

Three weeks of playing secretary for NOTHING!

Well, if you'd tell me what cases I'm supposed to be working on...

I wouldn't have found myself in this embarrassing situation!

You're not working on ANY cases... anymore!

Apparently gratitude's not one of your strong suits, Laura,

After all I've done for you, THIS is how you repay me? Cutting off my credit? Closing my checking account?"

You spent $22,000 dollars in a single month.

A month that doesn't even have 31 days in it.

You asked me to keep Nadine occupied.

Long stemmed roses, 200$ an ounce perfume, Designer gowns!

Perhaps I DID go a bit overboard, BUT it's for the good of the agency.

Well, for the good of the Agency, From now on we...

we discuss all expenditures in ADVANCE!

Fine. But I've written checks to people who don't even TAKE checks.

They have names like Bruno and Guido...

and they do some of their best work in cement.

What kind of shady enterprise are you involved in this time?

Danny's dessert: Some of the finest...

horseflesh ever to grace a quarter mile track.

SPARE me!

The horse comes up lame. Bruno and his boys want to unload him

So I put together a group of investors to turn him out to stud

Thank you.

I'll try to convince Mr. Dillon that you barging in here...

was another brilliant Remington Steele tactic.

- Thank you. - What about Danny's dessert?

Buy him some Ben Gay

Bruno. Just as I suspected.

- Bookkeeping boggle... - Good to see you, Mr. Steele. I'm...

- Interrupting. - I told him that you...

Bruno, do I detect a note of disbelief in your voice?

Stiff?

In what context are you using that word, Bruno?

Ah, that context.

Noon tomorrow?

I am not sure my bank can transfer the funds by then...

Jim Meecham. Meecham Exploration and Development.

- Let's huddle. - See Ms. Holt. She huddles.

I never stoop to a second stringer.

My play book looks like this.

I'm in oil and natural gas, based out of Oklahoma City.

and my accountant says to diversify, so I bought into Dillon Electronics.

But it seems ever since I've been on that team, it's been third and long

SOMEbody's been red dogging us.

- We don't handle animal cases. - You're already handling this one.

Dillon Jr. hired you folks to find out who's stealing our research.

You were just about to sack the guy in a motel...

when some air head busted up the play.

Competent folk is hard to find in any profession.

That's why I want you quarterbacking this operation, Mr. Steele.

It's time to stop pussyfootin' around motels and get to the bottom of this.

I never involve myself directly in a case.

I function best in an advisory capacity.

I subscribe to the George Steinbrenner philosophy of life.

If you want a piece of talent, you buy it

Twenty five thousand dollar cashier's check. Made payable to YOU.

Ms. Wolfe, hold my calls. I'll be in conference. Thank you.

Mayday.

- Excuse me, Mr. Steele. - Ah, come in, Miss Holt! Come in.

Meech was just telling me about the time he wildcatted up Alaska way.

- The tanglefoot from the motel - Now, Meech, let's not blitz her buns.

Miss Holt is one of my finest operatives.

You're TOO kind, Mr. Steele.

We're watching the young man's apartment in case he shows up.

That's fine for the taxi squad...

But the coach here had just convinced me that the ONLY way to stop all these thefts...

is to install a complete security system.

We start first thing in the morning.

May I RESPECTFULLY remind you, Mr. Steele...

that your ENORMOUS responsibilities preclude any personal involvement...

Now, little lady, when I buy seats on the fifty yard line...

I expect to see the FIRST team play.

Now, you let the coach do what he does best...

and you- well, you just do whatever it is you do around here.

I'll just doggie bag this. See you later, Steele.

- Are you CRAZY? - He insisted I handle the case.

Security system my foot!

- You couldn't even install a light bulb! - Piece of cake.

You know, you are beginning to believe your own publicity.

You are NOT Remington Steele. I invented Remington Steele.

He's a figment of MY imagination!

It's my face on your figment.

Do you have any idea how draining it is to BE Remington Steele?

Oh, this is AGONY, living out a part I've only seen in the movies...

- We make such a winning combination - We have a deal

- Let's enjoy our success... - I do the work, and you take the bows

Let our passions erupt into something outrageously fulfilling...

You mean hop in the sack?

Little crude, but- to the point.

- Love to. - Well then?

- But I can't. - Why not?

It's tough enough pulling off this kind of charade without THAT kind of complication.

As long as we're IN business, let's keep it business-like.

Tell OLD Meech that the press of other commitments...

forces you to turn Dillon Electronics over to Murphy and me.

- Love to, but I can't - Why not?

I gave him my word. And everyone knows that Remington Steele's word is his bond.

Carry on, Miss Wolfe.

Lost and Found Mission

And that's the worst part of it, feeling sorry ourselves.

"Nobody loves me, nobody cares about me...

except my bottle or my needle.".

Oh, yeah, I know what I'm talking about because, I know it's gonna be hard to believe...

but I used to be just like you.

Shootin up all day and pukin up all night.

Then..

I got the message.

There IS and WAS somebody who cared about me: The Big C.

Jesus Christ himself.

I mean, you're looking at a living, breathing testimony...

to the powers of the Big Fella.

I mean to tell you...

if He can keep ME straight for three years...

he sure as hell can do the same for you bunch of bums.

Why don't you all get yourself something eat?

Well. If it ain't my old friend...

Remington Steele Detective Agency?

- How did YOU end up detecting? - I had the face for it.

Sure not like the old days, huh, J...

Uh, Remington. Sorry. What a moniker.

I am in desperate need of your talents, Wallace.

I'm not in that line of endeavor anymore.

- The Big Guy frowns on it. I... - Nothing REMOTELY tainted, I assure you.

Since you've circumvented so many burglar alarms...

I thought you'd be just the chap to install one

- sort of... poetic justice. - I don't know

If I'm not around here, this place turns into a shooting gallery

A few days work for say ten thousand dollars?

Ten THOUSAND?

What I could do for these bums with ten grand.

My tailor. Have him whip you up something conservative, yet... dernier cri.

Charge it to my account.

New name or not, you're still the same old high flyer.

I'm back!

Home work!

Surveillance on Marlene York, Insurance description of the Regatsi jewelry...

the wrap up on the Morton case

Don't you get enough of the real thing?

What?

Oh, I happened to come across it on my desk.

Hey, this is ME, remember?

The Belle of the Ball? The life of the party?

I've seen that look before. I've even had it a time or two myself.

Who is he?

What was he before he was Remington Steele?

Who cares? He's here, you're here, go for it.

- And then what? - Depends on what you're looking for.

Me? I'm all partied out.

What I want is slightly dull, filthy rich husband.

But I were in the market for a heart stopping, teeth rattling...

eye rolling fling...

Phew! You know, it's not just the free ride that keeps this clown around.

It's the challenge.

I'm probably the only woman he's ever met who didn't tumble right into bed with him.

- Not a bad way to break the ice - Yeah.

But I can barely keep him in line now.

Can you imagine what he'd be like if we turned THAT corner?

Might be fun finding out.

I've worked too hard to risk everything just to get my teeth rattled.

So where does that leave you?

Itchy.

Dillon Electronics

Local dispatcher to the truck number 2.

You are cleared to leave for Santa Barbara.

Be sure to fill up the total mileage and time for the entire round-trip. Over

Joe, give the the tape measure, will you?

Your men are very efficient.

- Best in the business. - Right.

Tell me, Wallace.

- Where did you first meet Mr. Steele? - Diplomatic Corps.

- Excuse me? - Paris, it was.

Spring of '77. Or was it '78?

No, no, it was '79. That was a good year.

Are you sure it wasn't Dennamora or Leavenworth?

- Rats. - What?

They've got rats in the Seine... big as Volkswagens,

- Oye, Al, ayúdame. - Yeah.

Are you SURE they know what they're doing?

Between them they've over 75 years of experience.

Who are you? Where did you come from?

Humphrey Bogart to Ingrid Bergman,

'Casablanca', Warner Brothers, 1942.

- This is no time to be quoting old movies. - Then stop asking old questions.

Tea time. You want some of this, honey?

- Thank you, Mrs. Dillon - ANNA.

What a mess.

Packy's probably doin' a three-sixty in his grave.

- Packy? - My late husband, Patrick Joseph.

We started Dillon Electronics forty years ago...

making gyroscopes for the Navy from our basement.

- Tastes like raw crude, don't it? - Yes.

Packy had it special blended. Couldn't stand it myself while he was alive...

but now... it kinda keeps me close to him.

Well, your son seems to be carrying on the family tradition.

Roger? He's carryin' on, alright.

Why the hell are we cartin' all this stuff up here?

Stop and smell the flowers, Meech. Santa Barbara's lovely this time of year.

- It seems foolish to keep the research in the house. - Dillon's orders.

Well, he may run the company, but the old lady still runs him.

She thinks it's too risky at the plant.

Now, Meech, I am PERSONALLY supervising this entire operation.

What could POSSIBLY go wrong?

The key!

Gentlemen?

If the men who installed the system cannot breech it...

then I'd have to say it's foolproof.

You gotta admit, he pulled it off.

Guess what?

Oh, my.

Well, don't everyone stand around like it's a time out. call the police.

NO. If this gets out, we'll lose our government contracts.

You install fifty thousand dollars worth of equipment...

somebody just turns off the main switch and walks out the front door.

You think this was an inside job?

You're all... pro material, Dillon

Wallace is gone.

- Where? - South.

Let me assure you, Mr. Meecham...

I'm going to sue your agency till it comes up as dry as my last oil well.

It seems to me...

We all got off on the wrong foot this morning.

You are driving me crazy.

A murderer is right in this room sitting at this table.

You are a hoodlum...

There is your murderer

- Nicky, he killed you. - What's the matter? You sorry you didn't?

LAST KNOWN DESTINATION: LOST AND FOUND MISlÓN

- Hello? - Steele here.

- What do YOU want? - You alone?

No. Wallace and I are sitting here making paper airplanes...

out of the research he stole.

That's what I love about you, Laura.

No matter how bleak the situation, you never lose your sense of humor.

Does ONE of us have a reason that I'm talking to you?

I think I'm onto something that could change the entire complexion of the case.

You're leaving town.

My car will be at your apartment in forty-five minutes.

- Does that give you enough time? - To do what?

Make yourself presentable. We're having dinner.

Oh, no we're not having...

- Mr. Steele's table, please. - Oh yes. This way, please.

Thank you.

All right. I'm here. What startling news do you have for me?

I'm paying for dinner?

You said you had something to tell me about the Dillon case.

- I have. - Well?

- Wallace didn't do it. - How do you know that?

He's of the old school. where there's still honor among thieves.

- He would never rip off a fellow miscreant. - Then where is he?

He'll turn up.

That's it?

Your foolproof security system lasts exactly 3 hours and 15 minutes...

the Agency is looking at a ten million dollar lawsuit...

I haven't got a CLUE to where that missing file is...

and you drag me halfway across town to tell me he'll TURN UP?!

SIT DOWN!

There's something I want you to know, Laura.

You're good. This Dillon thing is merely a temporary setback.

I don't want your for one moment to lose heart or confidence....

porque eres una investigadora hábil...

You're a skilled, resourceful and often brilliant investigator.

I have had the opportunity to observe your talents firsthand and...

I am terribly impressed.

You're practical yet intuitive.

You can see the large canvas without missing the small detail

Have I said something wrong?

I HATE it when you're nice to me.

What do I call you when we're alone?

Well, I'm quite used to the name that you came up with.

It's from a typewriter and a football team.

Then pick one. I've probably used it.

You know, Murphy thinks you're an international swindler....

Or at the very least an ax murderer.

Excuse moi, Miss Holt.

- Telephone call for you. In the foyer, please. - Thanks.

Would you permit me an observation, Mr. Steele?

Certainly, Claude.

This young lady is by far the finest of a staggering array.

You have exquisite taste, Claude.

Does monsieur intend to bestow a name plate on her?

Possibly.

They're solid brass, you know...

And I'm afraid your largess is beginning to run into big bucks.

Well, if I do, I could very well be the last one I dispense.

Wallace turned up.

Where did they find him?

Where they find most of 'em. Main Street

needle still in his arm, five grand in his sock.

Must've been celebrating his good fortune.

- He wasn't an addict. - Take a look at those arms.

You could run the Southern Pacific on those tracks.

They're old. At least 3 years.

- When is the autopsy? - Haven't you heard of Proposition 13?

We don't have the budget to cut up every junkie that pigs out on smack.

You want an autopsy? Get the stiff to your own pathologist.

That STIFF...

once made 27 straight passes in a crap game

he had a daughter he put through college

he liked to fish off King's Point, and he read the 'Wizard of Id'.

That STIFF... was my friend.

Harry. Harry.

Tonight, you look like a Harry.

He didn't want to do this job. I soaped him into it.

It wasn't your fault...

Someone planted the money on him to make it appear he sold the papers...

Then killed him.

I'm gonna find that someone.

We'll do it together.

What are we doing here?

The minute anything happens down here, everybody knows it.

Let's see what they know about Wallace's death.

See? I told you.

- What? - You're good.

Might as well start with them.

How's it goin'?

Excuse me...

Excuse me.

Pity about Wallace.

Wallace... The fella who ran the mission?

Dead, you know.

Hello?

Laura? You alright? You alright?

Car.

FRED! BLOCK THE ALLEY!

Block the alley!

- Did you get the license number? - Right here.

- How did you know I was in trouble? - Actually, I was looking for a pencil.

GQ magazine

Thank you for coming, Mr. Meecham.

This better be good, Miss Holt.

What do you say, dear?

No, no. It's all right. I'll wait for you here.

Takes her forever to get dressed.

Without the research, all you got's a dead thief.

Or a murder victim

We're waiting for the autopsy report.

Six-two and even, Dillon's the one stealing our research.

Why do you say that?

Only reason I got my cleats into that company is because he ran it into the ground

Thank you.

He's a rookie, with a penchant for polo ponies, black jack tables...

little pieces of fluff who collect expensive jewelry

Been nice talkin' to you, Laura.

Wait.. We haven't finished yet.

I got my lawyer coming by with some papers in my suit against your agency.

Answer the phone.

Hello?

- Who's this? - Well, who's this?

Good afternoon, Miss Wolfe.

Getting to be a regular fixture around here, aren't you?

Any word on that license plate?

They're still running it through the DMV computer...

but Murphy's on the phone with the pathologist

Yeah.

Spell that for me.

Thanks, doc. Call me when you're finished, okay?

Well, what do you know?

He was right. Wallace didn't OD on junk.

He was LITERALLY relaxed to death.

Injected with a form of orphenadrine citrate:

A muscle relaxant. The kind used on horses.

- Dillon's into polo. - And there are stables in back of the house.

- Anything else? - They're going over the contents of Wallace's stomach now.

- It should be done by the end of the day. - Ah ha. Not only do we know HOW and WHERE

the murder took place.. but who committed it. We Do?

- Oh yeah? - Absolutely. Meech.

His briefcase is bulging with plans to tear down Dillon Electronics...

and build an industrial park; Not a bad incentive to bankrupt a company by stealing it's own research

- Don't forget Roger Dillon. - I think I'm getting the hang of this

According to Meecham, he needed a lot of cash to float his lifestyle.

Remember Mrs. Dillon. Insisting that everything be moved to the house

it made it a hell of a lot easier to steal.

My money's on Meecham. Let's nab him.

- We need a little thing called evidence. - Which means...

that SOMEbody is going to have to get BACK into that house.

Leave everything to me

THAT is a LOT more frightening than "Let's nab him'

Hope you got major medical.

Now, Meech. Polo is a contest where gentlemen exhibit...

the finest qualities of horsemanship and fair play.

Blow it out your ear

I didn't know you played polo.

Charles and I used to have a go at it whenever I was in London.

Charles?

Of course, now that he's married, we don't play as often as we'd like to.

Thank you. Happy snooping.

I LIKE your boss.

Has the same kind of flair that Packy had.

Little reckless, maybe, but full of sauce.

- Why do you say that? - Roger's a world class player.

Well, it's only a game.

Not for twenty five thousand bucks it ain't.

- Twenty five thousand bucks? - That's what he bet Roger and Meecham

- Twenty five THOUSAND? - Each.

Sorry, Steele! Didn't mean to MISS you!

TALBOT PHARMACEUTICALS CITRATE OF ORPHENADRINE

- Friends of yours? - Roger's new partners.

- In the electronics company? - No. Some joint venture.

You don't sound too pleased about it.

Roger calls the shots now.

Shall we count this as a time out, gentlemen?

I'm not even going to ask if you know what you're doing.

I know PRECISELY what I'm doing.

William Powell did exactly the same thing in "The Thin Man." :

He invited all the suspects to a dinner party...

reconstructed the crime, and exposed the murderer.

And may I say that you make a splendid Myrna Loy?

Don't be so cocky.

You're just lucky Dillon and Meecham had to forfeit the match.

Where did you think you'd get fifty thousand dollars if you'd lost?

I had no intention of losing,

The completed autopsy report. Take a peek at page five.

Couldn't you have worn something slightly more appropriate?

I didn't have time to change.

Okay. Let's get this show on the road.

Well, I'm glad to see that you're finally into the spirit of the evening,

To our guests.

To our guests.

May the conversation be as interesting as their company.

Wallace obviously discovered the killer removing the research from the library.

There was a fierce struggle, the killer... hit Wallace repeatedly

What Mr. Steele means to say is that it COULD have happened that way...

but it didn't, since the autopsy found no bruises or abrasions on Wallace's body

The point is, the killer dragged...

- Lured. - Wallace to the stable where he was injected....

with a massive overdose of muscle relaxant

The same type found in this vial...

using a needle exactly like this one

Both of which were found in your stable, Mr. Dillon.

The killer transported Wallace's unconscious body to Main Street...

hoping that it would appear that he died of an overdose.

Your food is wonderful, but...

your theory's absurd.

None of us has any reason to steal from ourseves

Wrong. One of you had the strongest possible reason:

Money. Enormous amounts of the stuff.

Isn't that right, Meecham?

Then, of course, as you pointed out, Mr. Steele...

Roger Dillon had an equally strong motive.

I don't remember pointing that out.

Of course you do, sir, when you learned of his association...

with those gentlemen at the polo match.

Those gentlemen have nothing to do with Dillon Electronics.

Then why was one of them searching Wallace's room?

Excuse me.

Tell me, Meech, when Dillon Electronics went under...

Did you plan to buy out the rest of the company?

You're damn right.

You'll never get your hands on my company, Meecham.

Try this, Mrs. Dillon

It's only a matter of time until you have to punt, Dillon

And I'm gonna run with the ball.

How's the tea, Mrs. Dillon?

Tastes like the kind I drink.

It IS the kind you drink.

I didn't know anyone else had that recipe.

Ladies, could we shelve the tea talk and get back to business?

You wanted that land for an industrial park, didn't you?

- You got it. - Then you admit it.

- I admit I was gonna build an industrial park... - Where did you get the recipe?

- But you knew that, didn't you, Steele? - You brewed Wallace a cup...

- Because you went through my hotel room... - Right before you KILLED him

That's called breaking and entering.

Sit down.

- Easy now, Mrs. Dillon. - What the HELL's going on here?

You little wimp. Tell them what business

- your new partners are in... - For God's sake, Mother, shut up!

They peddle classified American technology to the highest bidder

Did you think I was going to let you sell them our discoveries?

I'd rather see the company go under than have it run by a traitor

You're getting us both hung.

I didn't want to hurt that poor man...

But he just couldn't understand what I was trying to do.

You saved my life, Steele. And I thought you were gonna accuse ME of the murder.

You? Don't be absurd.

Awful quick thinkin', buddy.

Well, what else do you expect from Remington Steele?

Really, Laura. STEELE SAVES OILMAN'S LIFE

If I were you, I'd have a word with the press

Do you realize that not one of these articles mentions your name?

One learns to live with it.

That was nice...

donating the money you won in that polo match to Wallace's mission.

He was a nice man...

And a hell of a burglar.

I think the entire staff can be rather proud of this one.

The entire staff thanks you.

However, there is one small thing that puzzles me.

How did I know it was Mrs. Dillon and not her son?

- Or Meecham, remember? - Or Meecham

She was the only one who drank that tea.

And when it turned up in the stable and Wallace's stomach...

God, I'm good.

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