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- Hello.
- Lucille?

Clive, I've told you not
to telephone me here.

I waited two hours for you.
Why didn't you come?

I'm sorry I... I took some luminol
after lunch and fell asleep.

- Good heavens, it's after six!
- I've finished the portrait.

I wanted you to be the first to see it.

Clive, I'll come tomorrow,
I promise.

A few weeks ago you wouldn't
have stood me up.

I told you I fell asleep.

Look, Clive, I'll come tomorrow,
about 5 o'clock.

Darling, I must go now, goodbye.

- Lucille?
- Sarah!

Come in.

Darling, this is ghastly,
has anybody arrived yet?

No, not yet.
Lucille, you look lovely.

All set for the witches' Sabbath.

I came early in case you needed
some help.

Why on earth should I need help?

Apart from the fact that I'm rather
short of money as usual,

I haven't a care in the world.

I guess you know how mean
my darling husband is.

- Robert mean?
- Considering he practically owns a bank.

Well, that doesn't mean he can just dip
into the till whenever he feels poor.

Darling, how angry you look.

My dear Sarah, it doesn't matter
how extravagant you are...

...as long as your husband
never finds out.

That's one of the first lessons
you'll learn when you marry.

Anyway, I always manage
to raise the money somehow.

Tonight I'm going be at my best.

Robert's wife. Demure, charming
and just a little elusive.

Lucille, do be careful.
Supposing he should find out?

Robert! We're ready, darling.

Darling, you look lovely!

Thank you.

Come on, Sarah.

How about one of my
bourgeois specials?

Gilbert's in the drawing room, darling.

Robert, is anything wrong?

- How are you, Gilbert?
- Oh, moderately flourishing.

Only moderately? Oh, good heavens.

Don't tell me the bank's going bats,
because I simply couldn't bear it.

You know, it always surprises me that
after ten years as a banker's wife...

...you seem to imagine the bank
is some sort of private mint.

Why not? Money is for spending,
not for locking away.

Robert.

Who else is coming?

Robert, who else is coming

Oh, I'm sorry, Sarah.
Just the Langfords.

Mr. and Mrs. Langford.

Lucille!

- Hello, Nella.
- Darling.

Forgive me if I cling to my vivid
ermine as if it would fall out.

But the car was laid up and we
had to come by bus.

As much as I adore my dear
old husband,

he just doesn't seem to be the kind
of man who can ever get a taxi.

- There wasn't one.
- Not one that would stop for you.

Oh, nonsense, Nella.

John's always got showers of taxis
whenever I've been with him.

Really? Must be me, then.
Perhaps it's your allure?

- Hello, Robert.
- I love your dress, Lucille.

Thank you.

Bought if off the peg,
didn't you, darling?

- Yes, it was quite a find, wasn't it?
- I wish I knew a peg like that.

What's his name, Christian Dior?

Hardly.

I'm always telling Nella that a woman doesn't
have to wear a model dress to catch the eye.

She doesn't have to wear anything to
catch yours.

- How's that handsome son of yours?
- Enjoying himself up at Oxford.

His latest plan is to become a fashionable
barrister specializing in divorce.

Why, he could have a much more exciting time
at the criminal bar defending murderers.

Perhaps he doesn't want to defend murderers.
Perhaps he'd rather see them hanged.

I can't say that I approve
of divorce either.

But you're a widower, Gilbert, you might
think differently if you were still married.

Well, I prefer murder do anything
so tame and negative as divorce.

If John were ever unfaithful to me,
I wouldn't divorce him.

I'd simply crack his head open.

Thanks for the warning, my love.

How about you Robert? Would you
rather kill Lucy or divorce her?

I hope I shall never have
to make the choice.

So do I.

Really, Nella gets worse and worse.

She used to be so amusing. Now she's
never anything but aggressive and malicious.

If John wasn't a business friend of yours,
I wouldn't have her in the house

I just don't understand her.

Robert, what is the matter?

You've been absent-minded all evening.

I've had a rather worrying day
at the bank.

A lot of things seem to go wrong
all at once.

Oh, John.

Darling I'm terribly sorry.

It's getting late.
We'd better get some sleep.

Robert what is it? There is something
different about you.

You're trying to avoid me.

Must the whole world revolve
entirely round you?

Your world must.

I do love you darling,
you do know that, don't you?

- Hello?
- Sara.

Lucille!

Sarah, I must see you. I think I'm probably
going to need your help.

I'll come around tomorrow about six.

- What is it, Lucille?
- I can't talk now.

- What's wrong, is it Robert?
- Yes, but...

He's had some letter tonight
and I'm sure it's about me.

Sorry I disturbed you.

I was talking to Sarah, we were cut off.

Oh well, never mind.
I'll leave it.

You're late, it's half past five.

Clive, I'm terribly sorry I just couldn't
get a taxi anywhere, I...

I've run nearly all the way.

Why didn't you cut across the
line, it saves you half an hour.

Oh dear, Clive, don't be so absurd.

I can just see myself dodging across
the railway lines in high-heeled shoes.

Clive, I'm so excited about
the portrait, let me see it.

- In a minute.
- No, now, please.

The light's fading, it doesn't
show it at its best.

Clive!

It's horrible!

I knew you'd say that.

But an artist has to paint what he sees,
not only the body but the soul.

But I haven't got a soul like that,
it's cruel and humiliating.

Clive, what made you do it?

For months now I've helped
to support you.

I've paid your bills so that you
could work without worrying.

What's that gonna do with this?
You believed in my talent.

You enjoyed having a tame
proteg� to worship at your feet.

I had no idea you hated
me so much.

I hate you because you're the most
tantalizing, the most provocative,

most adorable woman I have ever met.

That's what I've tried to interpret.

Look at the eyes, the aloofness,
the mystery.

They're the eyes of a woman with
many secrets to hide.

It's my anniversary present
to Robert, a surprise.

- He'll hate it.
- No, he won't.

It will bewilder him, intrigue him.

He'll want to talk to me about it.

- It'll be amusing.
- Why?

Because I shall tell him that in spite of
all your vows of love and affection,

you're really quite heartless.

That in fact you've already discarded
your once beloved Clive for...

But I haven't!

Look, Clive, I once told you I didn't
want us to get too involved.

I've never loved you,
I've always told you that.

Love isn't the only thing that
draws people together.

No, apparently not.

You've always accused me of being cold,
you even painted me that way.

But I haven't changed, darling,
it's all in your imagination.

Well, I must go now.
I'm meeting someone.

John Langford?

Please stay.

- Darling...
- Please.

He'll have to get used to it...
just as I have.

Darling, I really must go now.

Oh! Dear, you're hurting me.
My brooch.

We'll take it off.

Oh... you tore my dress.

I don't know what Robert I'll think
of the portrait but...

...perhaps you'll bring it round to
the house on Friday, will you, darling?

I'll give you the money then.
It was 200 we said, didn't we?

Yes... please.

Goodbye, darling.
See you soon.

What do you want?

No! No!

- Good evening, sir.
- Bring me some whiskey, Rigby, please.

- Very good, sir.
- Is Mrs. Ainsworth home yet?

No, sir. She ordered dinner
for eight o'clock.

Shall I serve dinner, sir?

No, I'll wait.
Just bring me the whiskey.

- The Police Inspector to see you, sir.
- Police?

Mr. Ainsworth, I'm Detective Inspector
Marshall, this is Sergeant Berry.

I'm afraid we've got some
bad news for you, sir.

There's been an accident and
a lady's been killed.

By the letters and papers in her handbag,
we believe she's your wife.

Bumped my head getting into
my car this evening.

Naturally we'll want you to come down
with us and identify the lady.

But why are you here?
A detective, what...

The doctor's report hasn't
come through yet, sir.

But the cause of death appears
to be strangulation.

Strangled, you say?

Well, shall we go?

Yes, yes, of course.

A man was walking across the heath
with his dog, it started to bark,

he went to investigate and found her.

But why... why would she be
on the heath?

Unless she was killed somewhere
else and carried there.

No, sir, she was on the heath.

Mr. Marshall has her handbag, sir. But apart
from a letter and a couple of receipts,

the rest of the contents are missing.

Then it must have been robbery.

They left a diamond wristwatch
and a diamond bracelet.

Could you give us a list of the contents
of your wife's handbag?

No, but I daresay our maid
would know.

Thank you, sir. There is one other thing.
There was a slight tear on her dress...

...at the neck, here.

Would you know if by any chance your
wife was wearing a brooch?

Brooch? Yes, a cameo brooch.

I noticed it at tea... a large cameo.

She often wore it, she was
very fond of it.

Thank you, sir.
This way, please.

Come in.

Mr. Ainsworth, sir.

Sit down, Mr. Ainsworth.

I'm afraid I have to ask you
a few questions.

I can't believe it, I just can't believe.

I know, I'm... I'm sorry.

When did you last see
your wife alive?

Um...

Mr. Ainsworth, I'm asking you
when did you last see your wife alive?

I know it's sudden, but we must have
your help in tracing her movements today.

Yes, yes, I'm trying to think.

It was about teatime, we
had tea together.

She was then going round to see a friend,
a Miss Hayward about five o'clock...

...so she said.

She left the house about
a quarter to five.

I didn't see her again until...

Until now.

Why do you say "or so she said"?

Had you reason to suspect she was lying?

No, indeed, certainly not. But in view
of what happened, I wondered...

Oh, we can see Miss Hayward later.

Can you think of anyone who might
want to harm your wife?

Why, of course not.

She was very friendly with everyone.

Can you think of any reason why she
should have been on the heath after dark?

Had she friends in that neighborhood?

I can't think of any who lives
on the other side of the heath.

When you say the other side,
to which side do you refer?

Well, I naturally don't know in which
direction my wife was walking,

but I think I'm safe in saying...

...that we haven't any friends who live
close to the heath on any side.

What were you doing between teatime
and 9 o'clock, Mr. Ainsworth?

After my wife went out, I worked
in my study until 6 o'clock.

Then I got out my car and went round
to see my business manager, Gilbert Morgan.

I arrived at about 6:15 and stayed
until just before 9 o'clock.

We had business to discuss.

When you got home, were you surprised
to find your wife was still out?

- Naturally.
- But you were an hour late yourself,

so your butler said.

Yes, yes...

I had a great deal to talk about.
Mr. Morgan and me rather forgot the time.

I suppose my wife forgot it too.

Your wife was dead, Mr. Ainsworth.

Well, that'll be all for now.

Sergeant Berry will take a detailed
statement from you in the morning.

Meanwhile we'll get some transport
for you to get you home.

- Do you know why she was killed?
- We've had no time to find a motive yet.

We're going to make a thorough examination
of the heath at first light in the morning.

Don't leave the house without letting us
know where we can get you, will you?

- Oh, no... Good night.
- Good night.

- Hello?
- Gilbert... Robert here.

- Have the police been to see you?
- Police? No, why?

I can't tell you over the phone.

But get round here as soon as you can,
it's desperately urgent.

Very well. Right, but I'll get a taxi
and come right away.

I'll be with you in about ten minutes.

No, no, walk here.
Come in by the garden.

I'll leave the door.
I'll be my study.

Right you are. Goodbye.

I could see them in the distance,
the two of them.

My first impulse was to beat the man's
brains out and I started after him...

Then I stopped and got hold of myself.

I thought, perhaps he isn't her lover.
Perhaps there's some other explanation.

I decided to wait till she got home and
challenge her and I see what she had to say.

I got back into the car. I meant to go
straight home but I couldn't.

I drove out along the Great North Road
for half an hour.

Then I stopped. After a bit I cooled off,
turned around and drove home.

- I didn't kill her Gilbert!
- I know that, Robert.

What a dreadful thing.

Poor Lucille.

It's unbelievable!

Gilbert, I told the police I was
at your flat...

...from quarter past six till
9 o'clock with you.

I was taking a chance on your
being there.

Why didn't you tell them the truth,
what you've told me?

How could I? I was there
when it happened.

They would have arrested me
on suspicion.

Please back me up.
I know it's a lot to ask.

No, it isn't that. After all you've done
for me in the last 15 years.

It's not that. It is I...
I don't think it's wise, Robert.

I can't go back to the inspector
now and tell him I was lying.

No, I see that.

Fortunately I was at home
all the evening.

So it is a possible alibi.

All right, I agree.

Yes, I'll do it.
But our stories must agree.

- Have you boys found anything?
- No, nothing yet, sir.

Well, sir, any prints the man may
have made the rain has washed out.

Yes, there's nothing much to show up
in this rough grass anyway.

There's only the imprints of her heels.

He seems to have come up from the road
to the pond then caught her on the way back.

Hmm.

It's odd the way she was
tacking about, isn't it?

Unless she got lost in the dark.

We'll find out. I want this area combed
thoroughly and I want that pond dragged.

- What for, sir?
- The contents of her handbag.

You don't think it was robbery,
do you, sir?

No, that was a blind, a clumsy
one at that.

If he was after anything,
it was probably a letter or a diary.

Something that would incriminate him.
He took the lot to cover up.

Surgeon's report's come through, sir.
Asphyxia due to manual strangulation.

- No assault or anything like that.
- Hm, too bad.

Estimated time of death 7 p.m.

Seven checks with the broken watch.

No prints on the handbag, sir,
except her own.

The lab says murderer was
wearing gloves.

They're sending down some
fragments of material...

...caught from one of her
broken fingernails.

- Good-looking she was, too.
- I've got a photograph of her here, sir.

- Is this the cameo brooch?
- Yes, sir.

Another nice girl with no men friends.

Why don't you quit the police and get
a job with the news of the world?

I got a list of the contents
of her bag, sir, from her maid.

- All the usual things.
- Yes, sir, but all gold, all valuable.

Come on.

- You've heard Ainsworth's collapsed, sir?
- No.

His doctor wouldn't let me
near him for a statement.

- Must be the shock, I suppose.
- Or, fright.

- Have you any news, Inspector?
- Later.

Later, boys!

Mr. Ainsworth isn't allowed
to see anyone, sir. Doctor's orders.

We shan't disturb him.

Carry on.

- I don't think we've met.
- My name is Sarah Hayward.

- I'm a great friend of the Ainsworths.
- Oh, really.

- What is that room?
- Mrs. Ainsworth's private sitting room sir.

It should have been sealed.
Who locked the door?

The officer who came last night, sir.
He only sealed madam's bedroom suite.

He should go far.

Take a look at the bedroom suite and then
get statements from the servants.

Okay.

Mrs. Ainsworth and I are...
I mean, were very old friends.

There was a photograph of us taken
last year at Kent. That's all I was looking for.

Mr. Ainsworth gave me permission
to take it.

Try again, Miss Hayward.

Oh, the key is always kept in that
little silver box.

- Did she keep a diary?
- No, she was much too...

Careful?

Well, no letters, no diary.

- Careful and secretive, hm?
- She was a very contradictory person.

So spontaneous in some ways and so...
discrete in others.

It was a letter you were looking for,
wasn't it, Miss Hayward?

Who from?

I was afraid she might have kept something
I didn't want Mr. Ainsworth to see.

Why, you want to protect him?
Who was the man?

I didn't know, there were so many.

But if you think Robert found out
and murdered her because...

Mr. Ainsworth has an alibi, Miss Hayward.
I don't question it, should I?

Mrs. Ainsworth had an appointment with
you at 5 o'clock yesterday.

It was at six, not five.
- All right, six. Did she turn up?

No, but that's nothing unusual. She was
apt to change her plans without telling me.

Well, actually in this case
I was rather surprised because...

Because?

Well, she rang me late on Friday night.
She sounded frightened.

She said she must see me,
it was urgent.

And then she hung up as if
she'd been interrupted.

Who by, her husband?
Was it him she was afraid of?

- No, of course not.
- Who else would interrupt her at that hour?

I don't know.

- What's that?
- About �200.

Two hundred? But Lucille never
had any money!

She was so extravagant,
she was always in debt.

Lots of receipts.
Not a bit on them.

She may have been extravagant, but she
doesn't appear to have been in debt.

But where did she get it?

Ask me again later, Miss Hayward,
I might be able to tell you.

Shall we go?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Well, detective, unmarried.
- Carrying a torch for Mr. Ainsworth?

- I got that impression.
- Has been known for a woman to strangle.

I wonder if she's fond of him.

Thank you.

When Mr. Ainsworth called on you at
your flat about the time of the murder,

did you notice anything unusual
about his appearance or manner?

No, except he appeared to be
a little worried,

possibly about the business
matters he called to discuss.

Which was? I mean, if it's not
a state secret.

Oh, no. We were on the point
of making a very sizable loan...

...to a small European government.

Indeed we'd gone so far
as to commit ourselves.

Then our government stopped it
on advice from the Foreign Office.

- Did you notice the bruise on his forehead?
- Bruise?

Come, Mr. Morgan, you
couldn't have failed to see that.

Mr. Ainsworth had no bruise
when he called at my flat.

But I understand he did hit his head
later on leaving, you know, in his car.

It's very easy to do if you're
preoccupied or worried.

You mustn't waste your time
on Mr. Ainsworth,

he's not the type of man
to commit a crime like this.

- You admire him.
- Yes, I do. Very much indeed.

And Mrs. Ainsworth?

You can rely on my discretion,
Mr. Morgan.

I don't admire her in the manner
in which you imply.

Since she's dead, I prefer to
speak no Ill of her.

More than that I'm not
prepared to say.

Did she have a bank account here?

No, we don't handle private accounts.
We're merchant bankers who know.

We make rather large loans to businesses
and governments and so forth.

- It's a lot of money.
- She had a very generous husband.

Yes, very generous, considering the money
that seems to have passed through her hands.

I know nothing of Mrs. Ainsworth's
private affairs.

- How did you cut your hand, Mr. Morgan?
- Why... Oh, this.

She has no business here, of course,
but she refuses to stay at home.

- She must hear a lot of secrets.
- She does.

But she's unable to repeat
them, Inspector.

David Bradley's party?
No...

We would have gone, but I'd feel
so sorry for my friends...

...always seeing me in the same
old dress.

We went to the cinema in the
afternoon and got home about 6:00.

My husband then put his feet up
and I cooked him dinner.

I'm a good cook. I have to be,
we have no maid.

We had dinner at seven then we watched
television till the thing for the night.

And not a moment too soon,
it was mostly boxing.

My husband loves manly sports.

Well, knowing Mrs. Ainsworth,

do you think she might have gone
to the heath to meet a man?

A man? You dear, sweet,
innocent thing.

What else would she have
gone to meet? A mouse?

- Would you come in, Mr. Barring, please?
- Yes.

Thank you.

The taxi driver.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Take a seat.
- Thank you.

Perhaps you can help us.
Do you recognize this woman?

Yes, I picked this lady up in Priory
Crescent on the corner...

at about 6 o'clock on Saturday night.

- And I dropped her at the top Platt's Lane.
- You're quite sure that's the one?

- Of course I'm sure. A little blond piece.
- Was she frightened or scared?

Not so as to notice.

But there was this car coming along
behind us, following us like.

All the way from Priory Crescent,
big black saloon.

- What make?
- I didn't see that, it kept too far back.

What happened when you got
to Platt's Lane?

He stopped, then he parked
a bit up the road.

- I didn't attach nothing to that.
- All right. Well, thank you.

We'll be in touch with you.
We've got your number, haven't we?

Yes, sir.

Well, that's one lead.
Now what about this material?

Have we got the thing on that thread
found under a fingernail yet?

Yes, I've got it here.

They haven't been able to trace material
back to manufacturers yet.

But it's a heavy dark-gray material with
a rough surface, rather like Harris tweed.

Good. Your boys still dragging
that pond?

They've finished that one, sir,
and started on the next.

Well, keep them at it. There are
about six more.

Very good, sir.

Get rid of this lot, will you?
Finish tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

- By the way, what was Ainsworth's car?
- Lagonda, sir. Black saloon.

Be back soon. Going to have
a look at Priory Crescent.

I must find out who Mrs. Ainsworth
saw here, it's very urgent.

Well, now, it could have been
Mr. Franklin.

He's always got women up there.
Artists, they're supposed to be.

Who knows what goes on,
but my poor old legs...

- Is he in?
- I don't know.

You can go up and see.
It's at the top.

Hey, while you're up there,
ask him about my rent, will you?

It's a month overdue now.

Come in.

Mr. Franklin.

Well the perfect example of
a prosperous city magnate.

Come in and shut the door,
it's cold enough in here as it is.

- Are you Lucille's husband?
- Yes.

It's a terrible thing, I'm sorry.

I'd offer you some coffee,
but it's cold.

Why did my wife come here?

She commissioned it for you
as a present.

For your wedding anniversary. I was to
take it to your house on Friday.

Do you like it?

No.

Why did she go up to the heath?

I don't know, she said she was
meeting somebody.

- How did you know she was here?
- That's my business.

Did follow her?

You must have done.
Well, well.

- Were you lovers?
- God, no!

I doubt if anybody really
possessed her.

That's what made her so
fascinating, so unobtainable.

You've taken away all her natural
dignity and charm,

you've made her look like
a cheap trollop.

- I understood her.
- Rubbish!

Well, what are you going
to do with it?

You can have it.

Lucille hasn't paid for it,
the price is �300.

- Three hundred, for that?
- It's worth more now, Mr. Ainsworth.

Oh, now it won't!

Don't you...

Lucille's brooch! The one she
was wearing when she was killed.

I'll take that.

Well, for a sick man you seem
to be doing all right.

He's the man, Inspector,
he killed my wife.

I never murdered a woman in my life!

Except on canvas.

Besides, she owed me �200
pounds for the portrait.

If I had wanted to kill her, I'd have
waited until I got the money.

If you didn't kill her, how did you
get the brooch?

Do you mind if I ask the questions,
Mr. Ainsworth?

- Not at all, I just...
- Yes, I know, I know I know,

but I think I'd better handle it.
There's no need for you to wait, really.

I know where to contact you.

- If you insist.
- I do.

All right.

- Well, where did you get this brooch?
- She left it here.

- Just like that?
- I pulled it off, it was in my way.

- Or isn't that explicit enough?
- When?

About 5:30 on Saturday.

I didn't kill her.

I know the brooch looks suspicious
but she really did leave it here.

In fact I tried to flog it after
she'd gone.

Who to?

Old Billy, has a coffee store
around the corner.

I was there till 6:15.

I'm surprised he didn't tell you,
I was sure he would.

We can always ask him.

Is this the coat you were
wearing on Saturday?

It's the only one I've got.

Hm, nice piece of cloth.

If you left the coffee store at 6:15,
where did you go from there?

Hampstead Heath.

Sheer coincidence, I went
to the Spaniards

It's quite a distance from
where she was killed, you know?

I got there at 8 o'clock. Somebody can
probably vouch for that.

- I'm well-known there.
- How did you go?

I walked, up West Hill ran by
Hampstead Lane.

I made a sort of half circle,
I didn't hurry.

It took me till eight.

Not if you'd have made your half circle
to the south instead of to the north.

You'd have passed near enough to
Mrs. Ainsworth to kill her.

Yes, but not in time.

I couldn't have got from the coffee store
to that particular spot in time to kill her.

- Try it and see.
- Don't worry, we shall.

Anyway, it seems someone met her
there and killed her.

- My successor, I presume.
- Do you know his name?

Yes, John Langford.

- Do you understand why he should
want to kill her?

Yes, I can. Easily. Anyone!
- Why?

I'm glad she's dead.

I feel free for the first time
since I've known her.

She obsessed me, she...

I couldn't live with her,
I couldn't live without her.

She had everything and nothing.

She looked passionate, she was sexless.

She had the face of truth, she didn't know
the meaning of the word.

She was an illusion... nothing.

I'm glad she's dead.

One day I'll start to miss her.

But not yet.

Robert, what's happened?
Come in.

- Your face!
- It's all right.

I know whom Lucille saw on Saturday.

Am man called Franklin, an artist.
We've been in contact.

Unfortunately the inspector turned up
in the middle of it.

You knew she was seeing
this man, didn't you?

I didn't know who it was
but I knew there was someone.

So did I.

But this clinched it for me.

I got it on Friday just before
that dreadful dinner party.

Your wife is leading a double life.

She's associating with a married man.

If this does not stop, the writer
will take further steps...

...which will cause trouble and
unhappiness for all concerned.

- Have you shown it to the inspector?
- How can I? It gives me a motive.

But it gives the writer a motive too.
Robert you must tell him the truth!

I can't.

But he can't suspect you anyway.
You were with Gilbert Morgan.

I wasn't.

What? Then why...

Robert, you must tell me the truth.

Whatever's happened I want to help you
but don't lie to me.

I won't blame you, Robert.

I know how she provoked you,
how cruel she was to you...

You must be out of your mind.

I followed Lucille, I followed her to
Franklin's, and then to the heath.

She was there with a man
but I came away and left her.

- I didn't kill her!
- Then tell the inspector.

He can't prove you killed her
if you didn't.

Why not, he's out for promotion,
not justice.

I don't believe that. At least he's honest,
and he's no fool.

No, that's my one hope that he'll catch
the real murderer before he catches me.

Thank you, Sara.
You're a good friend.

Yes, a good friend.

Don't you know how much
I love you?

Did you hate Lucille?

Now I know you didn't kill her.
You suspect me!

No, Sarah darling, Sarah...

I'm sorry.

But I'm... I'm beyond making sense
out of anything anymore.

Listen. You must help me.

Of course I'll help you.

That's right, stick up for her!

I don't care if she is dead!

Running around after everybody's husbands.

You most of all!

And stop smiling with that
idiotic grin.

Stop it!

Stop it!

- Who are you?
- Detective Inspector Marshall.

You're just in time, Inspector.

We're in the middle of disturbing
the peace as usual.

I want to talk to you about
Mrs. Ainsworth.

Go right ahead, we were just
talking about her, weren't we, John?

- We all adored her. Especially John...
- Shut up, Nella!

Tell the nice inspector how you
used to take her out,

how she used to let you
hold her hand.

All right! So I did...sometimes.

She was a wicked little thing,
but I adored her.

Followed every man in his heart,
married or not!

She was a liar and a cheat,
just like you are!

They were lovers, Inspector,
they even had to cheat each other.

Go on, John, tell him how you killed
Lucille. Go on, tell him!

You won't be able to keep it
a secret much longer!

- Be quiet!
- He soon found out what she was.

- Like they all did. Every man she...
- I was at home with you all evening.

You went out at six and came
home at midnight.

You were pale as death
and drunk as an owl!

Look what he did to me because I asked
him where he'd been that evening.

You wouldn't think he could be so violent,
would you, to look at him.

But that was nothing new!

She's jealous, that's all,
she adores making scenes!

The where were you on Saturday night?

Well? Where were you?

I was...

If you only knew how
idiotic you look!

You'd better come with me.

Is this yours?

I'd take that too.

You're not really going to take him,
Inspector. I only meant...

- You've said enough, Mrs. Langford.
- I didn't mean...

Let's go.

No! John!

No! Inspector, I...

Don't, wait!

We can't leave her like that.
She...

Nella!

Nella really did believe
I killed Lucille.

I'd been out with Lucille once or twice
just to get away from Nella.

Trouble was Nella really loved me.

That's what made her so
insanely jealous.

She'd even written an anonymous
letter to Robert.

That's we were quarreling about
when you arrived.

Then it was true what she said.
You weren't home on Saturday night.

- Yes.
- Where were you then?

I went to a club to have a few drinks.

We were there from about
half-past six until 10 o'clock.

- Ask the barman, he'll remember us.
- Us?

- I was there with a friend.
- What's your friend's name?

Julie Maddox. She's an actress of sorts.

We went back to her flat. That's why
I couldn't tell Nella where I'd been.

But you were also in love
with Mrs. Ainsworth.

I've never been a
one-woman man, Inspector.

Nella's nagged me about it
ever since the day we were married.

I'm even a hitter occasionally. But she did
ask for it, you must have seen that.

She'd get quite hysterical and
I'd swear she'd do herself in.

Did you ever give Mrs. Ainsworth
any money?

Money? I haven't got any money.
Not what she meant by money.

What was the name of the club you
went to with this... this other girl?

I don't know... Florabelle club, I think.

When you got home on Saturday night,
was your wife in?

- She was in all evening.
- How do you know if you weren't there?

But... surely you don't think
that Nella killed her.

If she did, we'll have a hell of a job
proving it now, won't we?

Frankly, I'm worried. Marshall isn't
going to leave us alone.

He must know we're lying.

He nearly caught me out
about that bruise of yours.

I'm desperately sorry, Gilbert,
getting you into this mess.

He can get us both now
as accessories after the fact.

And what about the bank?
This is going to ruin us.

If only we can hang on
for a day or so.

Well, I've thought of that.

Now how would it be if I slipped over
to our Paris office for a few days?

I ought to go, you know,
in any case.

If I'm in Paris, I can't be questioned.

The inspector's hardly likely
to follow me there.

It might be safer if I went.

Oh, no, he'd smell a rat if you went.
After all, you're a suspect.

I think I'll go at once.
I'll go home now and pack a bag.

Yes, that'll give us a rest by it anyway.

Well, you'll find me at the Fontenac.

You might let the inspector
know that, will you? It'll reassure him.

Oh.

Will you take care of Sasha for me?

Yes, of course.

- Thank you, Gilbert, I won't forget this.
- Good luck, Robert.

What have you got there?

Oh, this is the result of our little
fishing expedition up on the heath.

- Have you been to the Florabelle yet?
- Yes, Langford was there all right.

The barman vouched for him and the secretary.

And I saw that cool Julie bit.
Nothing there.

- What's all this?
- Contents of Mrs. Ainsworth's handbag, sir.

- How'd you know?
- I showed them to her maid.

She identified them. We found them
in that pond up by the Spaniards.

- It was the fifth one we dragged.
- I hope they turn up.

They won't be any good to us, though.
There are no fingerprints on them.

This places robbery
as a motive anyway, sir.

I never believed that, anyway.

Oh, sir, here's a sample that gray
coat cloth from the manufacturers.

They distributed half a million yards
of the stuff in the last six months.

That's a lot of coats, sir.

What about the Franklin alibi,
have you checked that?

Yes, the storekeeper confirms he was
there from at about 6:15...

...complete with brooch. I covered
the whole distance twice myself.

He couldn't have got to the heath
in time to kill her.

That's fine, everyone accounted for
except Nella Langford.

- And Sarah Hayward.
- She was at Bradley's cocktail, too.

She's okay.

Everyone accounted for, or so they say.

Somebody's lying. I think it's Ainsworth.

Wait a minute. Where did
Mrs. Ainsworth get her money?

Those receipts in the desk
were worth about �3,000.

All things for herself, jewelry, clothing,
beauty treatments, all paid for in cash.

- Surely a banker's wife would pay by check.
- Unless she found a gold mine, sir.

Who is he?
I'm gonna do some prospecting.

Come, on Casanova.

- Where can I find Col. Jarvis?
- There, sir.

- Visitors.
- Oh.

Good afternoon, I'm Colonel Jarvis,
the secretary.

I don't think I know you gentlemen.

Detective Inspector Marshall,
Sergeant Berry.

It's Mrs. Ainsworth I want
to talk to you about.

I hear she came here pretty often.

- Um, no... I wouldn't say that.
- Wouldn't you?

I've got five receipts here signed by you
for Mrs. Ainsworth's bridge and poker debts.

She lost about �600 here
in the last few weeks.

Naturally we're only too anxious
to cooperate, Inspector,

but our members expect their affairs to be
treated in the strictest confidence.

They shouldn't get themselves
murdered then, should they?

- Did she pay by check or by cash?
- Cash always.

She had plenty.

Did anyone help her out, pay for her?

- Not to my knowledge.
- Let's talk to your barman.

I'm sure he can't tell you
any more than I can.

Just the same, let's talk to him, hm?

Excuse me.

- Good afternoon.
- Afternoon, sir.

- You knew Mrs. Ainsworth, didn't you?
- Yes, sir.

Where did she get her money?

Well, sir, there were plenty of men
ready to finance her, sir.

- She could pick and choose.
- And in very deep pockets.

- Mr. Goodman, he'd pay the bill.
- Goodman?

Bernie Goodman, the bookie.
Never saw a man with so much money.

But mean. Too mean to breathe. Of course
he had to lay a bit out on Mrs. Ainsworth...

...coz he was doing some shopping there.

- Has he been in today?
- Hasn't been in since she was murdered.

I'm telling a lie! That's him now!

The count, sir.

Mr. Bernard Goodman?
- That's me.

Now look, let me save your breath.
I wasn't in London on Saturday.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday
I was in Birmingham for the races.

I'm a racing man I only got back today.

Look. Hotel bills, theater tickets,
a menu.

Look I can account for every
minute of my time.

Go on, check it.
Check it, go on, check and look.

And you remember, please,
I'm a very busy man.

What's this?

We suspect the murderer was
wearing a coat similar to this.

To this? Well, I only bought it
this morning.

- It's not new.
- Did anyone say it was new?

I got it from a client of mine,
a humble fella, a porter.

He owed me a fiver. He came
to my office this morning, he says to me...

Mr. Goodman I owe you a fiver, I haven't
got a fiver, will you take the coat instead?

I'm soft in the head, so took the coat.

All right, let's have a look at it.

The tailor's name has been taken out.
Didn't that make you suspicious?

Mister, I'm 57 years old,
everything makes me suspicious.

I'm just a crazy mixed-up old man.
I took the coat.

Mrs. Ainsworth was a heavy spender.
Did you finance her?

Oh, I bought her a few drinks,
had a couple of dinners.

That's all, no more than that.

Mister, I don't give, I buy.
She... she had that come-and-get-it look,

but when you came, she rung up no sale.

Did she ever try to get any money
out of you by other means?

- Like what other means?
- Like blackmail, for instance.

- I'd have broken her neck.
- You don't defend her?

Mister, she was no good.
Look, do I look like the kind of man...

...who would entertain his woman
friends on Hampstead Heath?

I've got rheumatism, I've got blood
pressure, I've got a weak heart!

All right, all right you can show
us your operation tomorrow,

now tell us where we can find
the porter who gave you the coat.

- But Gilbert Morgan lives here.
- This is the address Goodman gave us.

Come on, let's go see this porter.

Why didn't you come forward
and tell me he gave you this coat?

Well the papers never said nothing
about an overcoat.

Just some threads or something caught
underneath her fingernails.

Didn't you think it odd he should suddenly
hand you down a coat like this one?

No, I didn't.

Mr. Morgan was always handing me down
his clothes when he'd had enough of them.

For the Salvation Army.

He gave me a suit as well as that coat
and some socks and shoes.

I sent them up this morning.
Except the overcoat.

Why did you offer it to
Bernard Goodman, why him?

Because I owed him money
like I told you.

All the folks around here bets with Goodman.
He's got an office over in Baker Street.

He's a very fair man if you pay him.

If you don't, he takes something
off you, like that overcoat.

He's got all my furniture up
in his office.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, take
us up to Mr. Morgan's flat.

It's no good you going up there.
He's gone.

- Gone, where?
- I don't know.

Took off in his car about 20 minutes ago.
Took all his luggage with him too.

Mr. Morgan.

- Why did you kill her?
- I didn't kill her.

You were on the heath, Mr. Morgan.

We tested your overcoat
we found dust and grass pollen.

I'm quite sure you did. I live up
there, often walk on the heath.

And so do a lot of other people, too.

Why were you trying to leave
the country?

I'm... trying to help Robert
preserve his alibi.

Which is false isn't it?

But you weren't going for a few days,
Mr. Morgan, you were going for good...

...and you were taking half the
bank with you!

As tough you were a thief
if nothing worse.

if you weren't worried about the coat,
why did you try to get rid of it?

Because I knew who you were looking
for a dark gray overcoat.

- How? How did you know?
- I read in the paper.

Some threads were found
in Lucille's nails.

Yes, yes, but how did you know
they came from a coat like that?

Only the police knew that!
And the murderer.

- You met her on the heath, didn't you?
- Yes, I did.

But I didn't kill her!

I just met her I. was only with her
for a few minutes.

Was she blackmailing you?

Yes... You see, I...

Well, some years ago I embezzled
money from the bank.

I meant to pay it back,
indeed I could have done so.

Lucille discovered this...

...and threatened to expose me
if I didn't settle her debts for her.

She ruined my life with her constant
demands and threats for money.

Why did you kill her?
To keep her quiet?

I didn't kill her!
I met her on the heath, yes.

I met her to give her the money. I suddenly
decided that I wouldn't give it to her

I told her I hadn't got it,
she'd wait, she'd have to wait.

She was absolutely furious.

She again threatened to
expose me to Robert.

I said I didn't care a damn
what she did.

I got beyond caring. So I went away
and I left her.

All I wanted to do was to get
out of the country...

...before she had time to
give me away.

There was a struggle, Mr. Morgan. She tore
at your coat, her nails were broken!

I know, she didn't want me to leave her.
I pushed her off with my hand.

A cat didn't scratch your hand,
she scratched it, didn't she?

No, I scratched my hand on
the pin of her brooch.

- She wasn't wearing a brooch!
- She was wearing it!

I know that Franklin had it,
Robert told me that.

But couldn't tell you that she
was wearing it could, could I,

without revealing that I was with her.

There is a stain on it, but that
doesn't prove a thing.

Franklin must have given it
back to her, he must have.

He went back, gave her back
the brooch.

Then he hung around, waiting
to see who she was meeting.

Then he waylayed her on the
way to the road.

Quarrelled with her, and strangled her.

But why did he take the
brooch back again?

Hmm...

Because he'd been seen with the brooch
earlier at the coffee store.

If the brooch was found on her body,
it proved he'd seen her again.

How did he get there in time?

I don't care, policemen or not,

you're not going to wake
my lodgers up this hour of night.

I tell you, I don't care who it is...

If you took a shortcut across that site
where would you come out?

Look!

It is, sir. It's him!

That's how he got to the heath,
he jumped a truck.

That's our man! Come on!

Thank goodness none of the
others were charged.

I thought the inspector
was quite capable of it.

He wasn't so bad, really.

Well, I'd better be going.

How long will you be in America?

Not long, after all it is on business.

And it's best to go away
for a time, anyway.

Well, goodbye, Sarah.

And thank you again, very much.

You will come back, Robert.

Yes.

I'll come back.