GLADYS HUMMING - Oh, Gladys.

- How do I look, Miss Marple?

- I want to make an impression.

- I've no doubt you'll do that.

Chalet maid, imagine.

Yes.

GLADYS: And who knows where it might lead?

"A stepping stone to stardom."

I read that in a magazine.

You mustn't believe everything you read.

Now, you will be careful, won't you, Gladys?

- Yes, miss.

- Especially of the young men.

Oh.

Yes, miss.

GLADYS CHUCKLES You've been ever so good to me, Miss Marple.

- Now, now.

- You have, really.

God bless.

GLADYS CHUCKLES TELEPHONE RINGS Good morning, Consolidated Investments Trust.

TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING GLASS SHATTERS TILLY: Oh, no!

What was it this time, Tilly?

The blue shepherdess, Miss Marple.

Oh, Tilly.

Your tea, Mr Fortescue.

Mm.

Mm.

Hmm.

PAT BREATHES HEAVILY PAT: You're a very, very bad boy.

Aren't I just?

I'm afraid that's quite impossible.

Mr Fortescue is in conference.

We could try him after luncheon.

Well, good morning and thank you for calling Consolidated Investments.

Do you really think they'll like me?

The old man certainly will.

He's very impressed I hooked you.

The aristocratic riff-raff.

HE CHUCKLES Mm.

Pinstripes and a bowler.

HE CHUCKLES It's not really me, is it?

You'll look utterly adorable.

Oh, the thought of England.

Still, since the old man's come round, we have to take advantage, and then the next time we pass through Paris, it'll be the Ritz.

Strange, you know.

Even though Dad's always had it in for me, I'm still quite fond of the old bastard.

CALL BELL BUZZING RAPIDLY FORTESCUE MOANING, SHE GASPS Mr Fortescue?

Are you poorly?

FORTESCUE: What the hell did you put in the tea?

HE CHOKES I didn't do it, Inspector.

NEELE: I'm very pleased to hear that, Miss Grosvenor.

Do you always make Mr Fortescue's tea?

Always, Inspector.

He has a special pot, and a special cup and saucer and I'm the only person allowed to handle them.

And are you the only person allowed to handle the kettle, as well?

No, but I refilled it myself from the cloakroom tap.

And what about the tea itself, Miss Grosvenor?

That's special, too.

It's from China.

SHE SOBS I understand this must be terribly upsetting for you.

Thank you, Inspector.

Oh, dear.

He will be all right, won't he?

He's dead.

- When?

- 'Five minutes ago.

'Poor chap never stood a chance.

'Sergeant Pickford's going through his belongings now.

'Speaking unofficially...' - Poison?

'Well, of course, it was poison.'

But between you and me and strictly off the record, I'd be prepared to bet that it was taxine.

- Never heard of it.

- Quite.

It's most unusual.

You get it from yew berries.

'Yew berries?'

From a yew tree.

- Oh, that's interesting.

- 'Is it?'

The name of his house.

Yewtree Lodge.

BERNSDORRF: That could explain it.

Easy to harvest and more importantly, easy to administer.

HE SNIFFS NEELE: 'Really?

How?'

The poor fellow mentioned something about his tea but the stuff couldn't have worked that fast.

Only a cyanide would do that.

In which case, he would have been dead before the ambulance arrived.

So, tell me, Prof, how long does taxine take to work?

An hour or two.

Maybe three if he'd had a big breakfast.

NEELE: So if the taxine was administered at breakfast, that lets Miss Grosvenor and the office staff off the hook.

PICKFORD: One thing that's odd.

- What, Pickford?

PICKFORD: The suit he was wearing.

I checked through his pockets, and one of them had cereal in it.

- Cereal?

- Yes, sir.

It's a bit peculiar, isn't it?

- Like cornflakes?

No, sir.

I mean, like grain.

Rye, it looked like to me.

Blimey.

Hmm.

Inspector Neele.

Sergeant Pickford.

I believe you're expecting us.

MAN GRUNTS Inspector, Mary Dove, housekeeper.

Do come in.

Adele is Mr Fortescue's second wife.

Considerably younger than him.

She was a manicurist from Brighton.

And do they have children?

He has three from his first marriage.

Two sons and a daughter.

NEELE: And are they married?

The sons, yes, not the daughter.

I'll need to speak with all.

I'm afraid they're not here.

Adele's playing golf.

I'm not sure where.

I do have to know who she's playing with.

Her personal instructor, I should imagine.

A gentleman by the name of Vivian Dubois.

BOTH GRUNTING Oh, Vivian.

- And the children?

- Percival's away on business.

He's the older son and a partner in the firm.

- When did he go away?

- The day before yesterday.

I have tried to contact him but...

..I expect he'll be back by this evening.

He lives here with his wife, Jennifer.

- Oh.

Where's she?

- Up in town for the day.

And Elaine, the daughter, she's a vegetarian.

She'll probably have her nose buried in some dusty, old tome.

- And what about the other son?

- Lancelot.

- He's in Kenya.

- Oh, I see.

With his wife, the widow of Lord Anstis.

Oh, the racing chappie.

That's right.

The one who blew his brains out.

Why's he in Kenya?

He moved there after a disagreement with his father.

Some small matter of a forged cheque, I gather.

He's lived there for years.

Have you managed to contact him?

I'm afraid I haven't.

I'm not having much luck, am I?

Sadly not, Inspector.

So... Mr Fortescue's death, a case of food poisoning, was it?

MRS CRUMP: Anything I've ever sent up to that dining room has been just as it should be.

I only want a few samples from breakfast, Mrs Crump.

I'll give you samples, young man.

A bit of marmalade, some ham, coffee.

There's never been any bad food served on my watch.

And as for the coffee, we finished that off at elevenses.

I don't see none of us dropping like flies.

You lot come round here like you own the place.

I take pride in my work, not like some I could mention.

Crump!

Get yourself back in here this minute, you lazy article!

Apart from the Crumps, there's Gladys.

Gladys?

What does Gladys do?

She's the parlour maid and very nearly half-witted.

So those are the only people living in the house?

Yes.

You know, Inspector, I wouldn't be at all surprised if Mr Fortescue hadn't been planning some sort of reconciliation with Lancelot.

What makes you think that?

Well, Percival, you see, has always been very much in his father's confidence, but recently, they hadn't been getting along so well.

His father had been doing things that Percival, ever prudent when it comes to money, thought unwise.

You appear most well-informed, Miss Dove.

Well, it's hardly a secret.

FORTESCUE: Always the same!

PERCIVAL: Ridiculous.

FORTESCUE: No imagination, that's your problem.

We could lose thousands.

All the business acumen of a chimpanzee!

- Father, listen... - God, I wish Lance was here!

- Lance?

- At least he's got guts!

Thank you, Miss Dove.

You've been most helpful.

Ooh, by the way, can you give me any idea as to why Mr Fortescue would be carrying grain in his pocket?

- Grain, Inspector?

- That suggest anything to you?

Nothing at all, I'm afraid.

Oh, well.

I didn't do it, you know.

But then, I suppose everybody says that, don't they?

I didn't do it, sir.

I didn't, really.

You are allowed to sit down, Gladys.

I don't know anything about it, sir, honest.

How long have you worked here, Gladys?

About four months, sir.

- And before that?

- I was a chalet maid at Tooley's Holiday Camp.

Tooley's Holiday Camp?

Yes, sir, in Gravesend.

And how long were you at Tooley's Holiday Camp?

Not very long, sir.

Not very long at all.

- Why was that?

- Well, it... it... it... - Mm-hm?

I-I suppose I didn't like it very much.

Sir, I suppose I'm more at home in private service.

See, I used to work for a lovely old lady.

Miss Marple, her name was.

She was ever so good to me.

NEELE: Then why did you leave?

I wanted a change.

I wanted to see the world.

In Gravesend?

Did you used to look after Mr Fortescue's clothes, Gladys?

Well, it's supposed to be Mr Crump's job, but half the time he makes me do it.

Have you ever found any grain in his pockets?

H-How do you mean, sir?

Cereal, Gladys.

Rye to be exact.

- Rye?

- Yes.

There was some found in his jacket today.

Any idea how it might have got there?

I-I couldn't say, sir.

I never saw any.

TELEPHONE RINGS RINGING CONTINUES It's really true then, is it?

He's really dead?

- Dead as a dodo, afraid.

Dead?

Heavens above.

My husband's away on business.

These things happen at the most inconvenient moments, don't they?

NEELE: His death was sudden.

- You mean he was murdered?

Now, why would you think that, madam?

Well, people are sometimes.

You said sudden, and you're a policeman.

Have you seen her about it?

- Her, madam?

His wife Adele.

Awful creature.

I always told Percival his father was crazy to go marrying a woman years younger than himself, but as they say, there's no fool like an old fool, and now look what's happened.

What was it?

Arsenic?

The cause of death has yet to be ascertained.

But you know already, don't you?

Your tea is in the library, Mrs Fortescue.

Thank you, Miss Dove.

I'm panting for a cuppa.

- Dead?

- I'm very sorry, Mrs Fortescue.

Poor Rex.

Was it a stroke?

- No, it wasn't.

Then what was it?

I'm afraid he might have been poisoned.

- Poisoned?

- So it would seem.

Incredible.

We need to find out what Mr Fortescue had to eat and drink before leaving for the office.

Oh, you mean food poisoning?

What did you think I meant, Mrs Fortescue?

But... the rest of us have been all right.

And you can speak for the whole family, can you?

Well, no.

Of course, I can't, but this is such a dreadful shock.

- Would you like a brandy?

- No, I don't want a brandy.

I want my Rex.

Poor Rexy.

Poor little Rex.

VIVIAN: Shh.

There now.

There.

I realise this must be very distressing for you.

Yes, it bleedin' well is!

You've got a lot of yew round the house, haven't you, Mrs Fortescue?

What?

You mean me?

No, I mean yew, as in trees, bushes.

That's probably why it's called Yewtree Lodge.

There's no possibility, I suppose, of the berries or leaves getting mixed up in anything?

I can't bear to talk about this any longer.

I want to lie down.

Just one more thing, Mrs Fortescue.

Can't you see she's upset?

There was a quantity of grain in your husband's pocket.

Any idea why it was there?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, Vivian.

VIVIAN: I'll get Miss Dove to help you.

- Mr Dubois.

- What?

Where can I get in touch with you should I need to?

I'm resident at the Baydon Heath Golf Hotel.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Officious little twit.

- Oh, Vivian.

Thank you.

Yes, yes, I have it.

Goodbye.

It's a telegram from Paris.

For Rex Fortescue.

So, the prodigal returns.

- At last.

- Sorry.

Where on earth have you been?

I came home as quickly as I could.

Oh, Percival, please.

- What a day.

- Oh.

You can say that again.

I feel quite under siege.

There are horrid constables wherever one turns.

Yes.

I suppose there would be, wouldn't there?

It's too distressing.

Well, I'm sure you'll get over it.

I'm wanted downstairs.

SHE GASPS Christ!

- Is it true?

- What?

That Father's dead.

Are you Elaine?

Ah.

Right.

Well, then, yes, I'm afraid it is true.

SHE GASPS Oh, no.

Daddy.

SHE CHUCKLES Poor Daddy.

He was such a ghastly man... ..and his death makes everything all right.

SHE CHUCKLES Now I can do everything I ever wanted.

I must find Gerald.

PERCIVAL: Poisoned?

- It would seem so, yes.

Well, have you any idea how... ..who might have... - It's rather early for that.

Yes, I suppose so.

All the same.

It will be most helpful if you could give me any idea of your father's testamentary dispositions.

Er...

Yes, well, erm... My father made a new will on the occasion of his marriage two years ago.

He left £100,000 to his wife and £50,000 to my sister Elaine.

I am his residuary legatee and am, of course, already a partner in the firm.

And your brother received no bequest?

There is an estrangement of long-standing between him and my father.

So, as the will stands, the three people who gain are Mrs Fortescue, your sister and yourself?

Well, I don't think I'd be much of a gainer with death duties and... Well, my father has, of late, been, erm... ..how shall I put it?

Highly injudicious in his financial dealings.

You haven't seen eye to eye with him recently?

Well, I put forth my point of view.

Rather forcibly, I gather.

In fact, didn't you have quite a row about it?

I'd hardly say that.

Can you tell me what this means, Mr Fortescue?

A telegram from your brother saying he's arriving tomorrow at your father's invitation.

I don't understand.

- Didn't your father mention it?

- No, he did not.

Why would he have done such a thing?

Because he's completely crazy.

Was completely crazy.

You never know what's round the corner, do you, Inspector?

MAN: Thank you.

Thank you.

It looks miserable.

Thank you so much.

INDISTINCT CHATTER LAUGHTER MISS MARPLE: Oh, dear.

Dear me.

Dear, dear, dear.

A quantity of grain, believed to be rye, was found in one of his pockets.

Now that is interesting.

HE EXHALES It's fantastic.

It's quite fantastic.

It's one thing to hear your father's dead, but then to hear that he's been poisoned.

I don't suppose you happen to know who might have done it.

How?

I've lived abroad for years.

I understand there had been an estrangement between you and your father.

- That's right.

- I'm wondering what brought you back.

I got a letter from my father about, erm, six months ago now hinting that he'd like to let bygones be bygones.

He suggested that I come home and join the firm.

So I came over last August to see him, and he made me, I must say, a very advantageous offer, and I flew back to Kenya, talked it over with Pat and... Well, the upshot was that I decided to accept.

Your coming back was a surprise for your brother.

I don't think Percy knew a thing about it.

He was on holiday when I popped back, and if you ask me, the old man planned it very carefully.

You see, he and Percy had had a blazing row about what I've no idea, but Dad was furious.

And how long were you back for?

Only an hour or two at the house.

The whole idea, I'm sure, was a kind of secret offensive behind Percy's back.

I don't think Dad even wanted the servants to know about it.

Did you encounter any other members of your family?

My stepmother.

She and the old man were the only people I saw.

That was the first time you'd met her?

Yes, it was.

I must say, the old boy certainly knew how to pick 'em.

Do you resent your father remarrying?

No, why should I?

My mother died when I was 11.

In fact, I was surprised he took so long to get hitched again.

There's rather a risk, sir, don't you think, of marrying a woman much younger than yourself You sound like my brother, Inspector.

So, my stepmother is the prime suspect, is she?

Oh, early days, sir.

Early days.

HE SIGHS Oh, well.

I suppose I better get down there.

Now, I want you to stay up in town for now.

No, I want to come with you.

I'd really rather you didn't.

I don't know what kind of welcome I'm going to get.

Anyway, I don't want you in a house where there's a poisoner at large, eh, Inspector?

TELEPHONE RINGS VIVIAN: Yes.

- Vivian?

Adele, I told you.

Oh, at last.

Where are you speaking from?

The house.

Are the police still around?

No.

They've gone for the moment.

'Vivian, it's been awful.'

Listen, we've got to be careful.

Of course, darling.

- Don't call me darling.

- 'But, Vivian...' You mustn't phone me.

It isn't safe.

Just for the moment, all right?

All right.

Adele, those letters I wrote you, you did burn them, didn't you?

'You did, didn't you?'

- Of course, I did.

Honestly, Vivian.

I don't know what's got into you.

'Vivian?'

Are you still there?

CLOCK TICKING BELLS RINGING Have you served tea yet, Gladys?

It's not half past four yet, miss.

It's 20 minutes to five, Gladys.

Who was that on the telephone?

- Wrong number, miss.

Where in heaven's name have you been?

Sorry, Mrs Crump.

That bell's been ringing like there's no tomorrow.

Now, get that tea served.

Stupid girl.

Crump's not gonna know what's hit him when he gets back.

Taking the day off with Mr Lancelot coming home.

Far too much to do without going off gadding about.

CLOCK CHIMES Where is everybody this afternoon?

Miss Fortescue came in some time ago, and I think Mrs Percival's writing letters.

That woman never stops writing letters.

I'll tell her tea's ready.

ELAINE: Gosh, it's freezing.

DOOR CREAKS DOOR CLOSES KNOCKING ON DOOR Come in.

Oh.

I didn't realise you'd been out.

Yes.

I was just in the garden getting a breath of air, but too cold.

Tea is served.

Aren't we ever going to have anything to eat?

Yes, of course.

BELL RINGS - Mr Lancelot?

- Himself.

- Your luggage?

- This is it.

It's all right.

I've paid off the taxi.

Oh, I thought perhaps you'd walked.

Is your wife not with you?

- No.

No.

DOOR CLOSES MRS CRUMP: "Now listen here, Gladys," I says to her.

"You'll have to manage alone tonight," and she says, "Yes, Mrs Crump," good as gold.

Then the minute my back's turned, out she slips without a whisper.

We'll manage.

What?

Are you gonna wait at table?

- If she doesn't come back.

- Oh, she won't be back.

She's out gallivanting.

She got a young man now, miss, though you wouldn't think it to look at her.

LANCE: Oh.

- It's so good to see you.

- Little Ellie.

- Poor Daddy.

- Yes, I know, I know.

I'm Jennifer.

How do you do?

JENNIFER: Percival's in town, I'm afraid.

He's having to deal with everything, as usual.

You've no idea what we're all going through.

ADELE CLEARS THROAT Of course, you don't know Adele, do you?

Oh, yes, I do.

Sit down next to me, Lance.

I'm so glad you're here.

We could do with another man about the house.

Oh, it's been awful, just awful.

Just awful.

The place has been swarming with police.

They met me at the airport.

ELAINE: What did they say?

They told me what had happened.

They think he's been poisoned.

Not food poisoning, real poison.

And I'm convinced they think it's one of us.

What a spread!

It's a while since I've got my teeth into a good old English tea.

Where's your wife?

She's in London.

You haven't brought her?

No, Pat's all right where she is for now.

You're not thinking... What a scrummy-looking chocolate cake!

Old Mrs Crump knows her way to a chap's heart, that's for sure.

Who's the woman who let me in?

Wasn't it Crump?

It's his day off.

Then why didn't Gladys let you in?

Brown eyes, soft voice, butter wouldn't melt.

That'd be Mary Dove.

Sort of runs things for us.

Does she, now?

Mmm!

CLOCK TICKING - Old crusty crumpet!

- Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, you!

Ooh!

Put me down, you little bugger, you!

Look at you!

Shall I switch the lights on, Mrs Fortescue?

It gets dark so early, doesn't it?

MRS CRUMP: Finish her work.

I've got my own work to do.

As if I haven't got enough to do.

Carrying her all the time.

Ooh!

SHE SCREAMS Tell them you'll be in tomorrow, the day after.

Next week.

You're your own boss now.

- And I've things to do.

Things to do.

There are always things to do.

What about me?

I'm sure you'll find something.

You usually do.

I shan't be late.

And then what if you come back and find me choking to death with a peg on my nose?

I doubt there's much chance of that.

COINS JINGLING What are you up to?

Oh, just making sure there aren't any of those irritating little flecks lurking around, sir.

Now you're the master, sir.

We've got to make sure you're spick-and-span, haven't we, sir?

BELL RINGS The mistress of the house, please.

DOOR CLOSES Yes?

There's an old woman asking to see the mistress, ma'am.

That's too bad.

I'm going out.

Very good, ma'am.

Why don't you tell Mrs Lancelot to deal with her?

Now she's deigned to join us.

She might as well make herself useful.

It's very simple, really.

I'm here because of Gladys Martin.

I knew her, you see, and when I read this about the terrible thing that's happened to her, I felt I ought to see if there was anything I could do.

Yes, of course.

Nobody seems to know very much about her and...

I doubt I can be of much help.

My husband and I have only recently returned from Africa, and I've just come down from London, much to his chagrin.

This Gladys, did she have any relations?

- No, she didn't.

She came to me from the orphanage, and I trained her for domestic service.

She was only 17.

Dear me, so young.

Was she a pretty girl?

- Oh, no, not at all.

And rather stupid, too, but I was fond of her... maybe even a little sorry for her.

One doesn't know what to do with the Gladyses of this world.

How ghastly that she should have been caught up in all this.

It was the clothes peg that worried me.

It's mentioned in the article.

Such a contemptuous gesture.

It gave me a kind of picture of the murderer.

To do a thing like that is really very wicked indeed.

And so pointless, with no rhyme or reason.

Oh, no, my dear.

I wouldn't say that.

She was a very silly girl.

Credulous, the sort who'd give her savings to a swindler, not that she ever had any because she always spent them on the most unsuitable clothes.

NEELE: What about men, Miss Marple?

Oh, she badly wanted one of those.

It seems she got one in the end.

- Did she, Inspector?

- At the holiday camp.

Albert Evans, his name was.

A mining engineer, so she told the cook.

Oh, dear.

Well, she'd believe anything.

You don't connect him with this business, do you, Inspector?

No, I don't think so.

He sent her the odd postcard, but he never visited her.

Well, I'm glad she had a taste of romance.

In the nick of time, as it turns out.

You know, you've a look of the young Errol Flynn about you.

Oh.

Do you think so?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

I'm staying at the Baydon Heath Golf Hotel for a day or two.

I wonder, Inspector, would it be a presumption if I were to offer assistance in some very humble way?

You strike me as a most intelligent, and if I may say so, impressive young man, but three murders in two days, well, that's enough to challenge the strongest mettle.

And people do tend to confide in old ladies... don't you find?

CLOCK TICKING NEELE: Rex Fortescue died of taxine poisoning.

MISS MARPLE: Taxine?

- You get it from yew trees.

MISS MARPLE: I know that.

I was just thinking how very convenient.

And Mrs Fortescue?

- Potassium cyanide.

She was having tea in the sitting room with the family.

The last person to leave was her stepdaughter, Elaine.

Then some 20 minutes after that, the housekeeper found her dead.

Had Mrs Fortescue been eating anything?

They'd had a sumptuous tea.

Cake, I suppose, and scones, perhaps, and butter and jam and honey.

Yes, all of these things and more, but the poison was in her tea.

I was just trying to get the whole picture, so to speak.

And poor Gladys?

She'd taken the first tea tray into the sitting room and then left the second in the hall.

After that, no-one saw her.

The cook, Mrs Crump, thought she'd gone out for the evening cos she was wearing her best nylons and shoes.

Sadly, that wasn't the case.

Poor girl had obviously remembered some washing on the line, gone out to fetch it in when someone took her unawares.

- Someone from outside?

- Or inside.

But somebody who wanted to get her alone.

It does all make a pattern, don't you think, Inspector?

- Does it?

- Well, first, we have Mr Fortescue, Rex Fortescue, killed in his office in the city.

Then we have Mrs Fortescue eating scones and honey.

And then, we have poor Gladys with the clothes peg on her nose.

It does all seem to fit, doesn't it?

I'm not quite there yet, Miss Marple.

The papers were right, weren't they, about what you found in Mr Fortescue's pocket?

It was rye?

- Yes, it was.

Well, there you are, you see.

SHE CHUCKLES Mrs Lance Fortescue, what a charming woman, she said to me that there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason.

But it's surely the rhyme that strikes one.

- Is it?

- You haven't, by any chance, gone into the question of blackbirds?

Hmm?

Silly as a peanut but sweet as you like.

She didn't have much up here, though.

Well, didn't have much anywhere, really, but... to go like that.

That stocking round her neck, the peg on her nose.

Why would anyone do such a wicked thing?

Oh, that girl knew something, Miss Marple.

The day the master was killed, she was twitching and jumping like a rabbit.

GLASS SHATTERS GLADYS: Oh!

MRS CRUMP: What's got into you today?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs Crump.

MRS CRUMP: Anyone would think you had a guilty conscience.

Oh, don't say that, Mrs Crump.

MRS CRUMP: Have you, Gladys?

Have you got a guilty conscience?

I don't know nothing, Mrs Crump.

Cos if you do, you should go straight to the police.

I couldn't, Mrs Crump.

You speak the truth and shame the devil.

And, anyway, they'd never believe me.

Wouldn't believe what, Gladys?

Nothing, Mrs Crump.

I don't know nothing at all.

MISS MARPLE: 'She must have seen or heard something.'

MRS CRUMP: 'Oh, without a doubt, Miss Marple.'

- I wonder what.

- Mm.

Cos I've never taken to that wife of Mr Percival.

- Haven't you, Mrs Crump?

- No, not ever.

She looks down her nose when she's no right to.

Course, you know, she used to be a nurse.

Did she?

And nurses are used to handling drugs, aren't they?

And poisons.

So, you think that Gladys may have unwittingly...

I'm saying nothing, Miss Marple.

Sir.

Sir.

I found this in the shrubbery, sir.

Good work, Pickford.

So, someone would have got hold of this new pot of marmalade, spooned a bit off the top, mixed it with the taxine and put the poisoned mixture back in to make it look like a virgin pot.

Was Rex Fortescue the only one who had marmalade with his breakfast?

- Yes, sir.

- That makes it very simple.

No need to worry about putting it in his coffee.

And the contaminated pot would have been replaced by another with exactly the same amount put back in before being thrown into the shrubbery.

All we have to do now is find out who threw it.

CRUMP: ♪ Sing a song of sixpence ♪ ♪ A pocket full of rye ♪ ♪ Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie ♪ ♪ When the pie was opened ♪ ♪ The birds began to sing ♪ ♪ Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?

♪ Yes.

I like that nursery rhyme, too, Mr Crump.

What a very trying time you must all have had.

I'm off.

Had enough.

I can't stomach that Percival.

Will Mrs Crump be leaving, too?

If she's got any sense, she will.

There's something funny going on here.

When the master got mixed up with whatshisname and the blackbird...

HE BLOWS RASPBERRY The blackbird, Mr Crump?

And whatshisname.

- Whatshisname?

- You know, whatshisname.

What is his name, Mr Crump?

♪ The king was in The counting house ♪ ♪ Counting out his money ♪ ♪ The queen was in the parlour ♪ ♪ Eating bread and honey ♪ ♪ The maid Was in the garden... ♪ "Murder," she said.

Who said?

CRUMP: Mrs whatshisname.

Who went to... Where was it?

Pinewood, that's it.

Pinewood, Mr Crump?

Who the hell are you?

Marple, Jane Marple.

Well, bottoms up, miss.

HE GRUNTS Oh, dear.

♪ Pack up all my care and woe Here I go ♪ ♪ Singing low ♪ ♪ Bye, bye, blackbird ♪ ♪ Where somebody waits for me ♪ ♪ Sugar's sweet, so is... ♪ HE EXHALES SHE SIGHS MISS MARPLE: Mrs Fortescue.

PAT: Oh, Miss Marple.

What a surprise.

Let me introduce you.

This is my husband, Lancelot.

Lancelot, this is Miss Marple.

- How do you do?

- My sincere condolences.

- Thank you.

- Miss Marple knew Gladys.

Gladys?

The parlour maid with the peg on her nose.

Oh, Gladys.

Poor thing.

Yes.

There now seems little doubt that she saw or heard something.

PAT: Oh, really?

Yes, she said as much to Mrs Crump.

But the question is, what?

You sound like a professional.

Oh, no, Mr Fortescue.

And my interest is purely personal.

I was very fond of Gladys, you see.

I must say Inspector Neele has been most sympathetic.

I do love gardens, don't you?

- Yes, I do.

I have to admit, they're rather a passion of mine.

Then, of course, there's this whole business of blackbirds.

- Blackbirds?

- Yes, Mr Fortescue.

They came up in a little chat I just had with Mr Crump.

He mentioned them, or should I say "it".

If I remember correctly, the phrase he used was, "The blackbird".

So strange, don't you think?

Good Lord, I bet he's referring to the old Blackbird Mine.

What was that, Mr Fortescue?

Some transaction my father was involved in years ago now with a chap called Mackenzie.

A mine on the west coast of Africa.

Mackenzie died out there of a fever, and his wife had other ideas.

She came round here with her two kids and caused a terrific stink.

I wonder what happened to Mrs Mackenzie and those kids.

They must be grown up by now.

NEELE: As far as we know, you were the last person to see Adele Fortescue alive.

The last but one, Inspector.

NEELE: Yes.

So it was about twenty past five when you left the room, is that right?

About then.

I can't say exactly.

And when you and Mrs Fortescue were alone, what did you talk about?

We talked about Gerald.

Gerald arrived today.

He's checked in at the hotel.

I wouldn't have thought that was his style at all.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Mixing with the money.

I thought it would be against his principles.

Well, at least he has some.

I'm surprised his teacher's salary stretches that far.

Which is one of the reasons I'm thinking of asking him to stay here.

You wouldn't mind, would you?

It's all the same to me.

I'd have thought you could do a lot better for yourself now.

How do you mean?

Well, with your poor father gone, what with the will and that, you're suddenly a bit of a catch.

You'll have the young men swarming like bees round a honey pot.

They won't mind what you look like any more.

So you and Gerald Wright... Are you... courting?

Courting?

How frightfully old-fashioned.

But then you're such a gent, aren't you, Inspector?

Yes, Gerald and I are now planning to get married.

- Now?

- Now Daddy's dead.

He was very hurtful to Gerald.

In fact, Gerald was so upset that I didn't hear from him for weeks.

NEELE: And now he's back again.

I wired him when Father died.

And what did you do after leaving, Mrs Fortescue?

I went for a walk.

A short walk.

To the Baydon Heath Golf Hotel?

Yes.

But Gerald wasn't in.

Is that all, Inspector?

You can't tell me anything about blackbirds, can you?

The ones in Daddy's pie?

NEELE: When was this?

Three or four months ago.

HE SCREAMS He was furious.

Do you know who put them there?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Oh.

One more thing, Miss Fortescue.

Did your stepmother make a will?

People usually do, don't they?

Have you?

No.

DOOR LATCH CLICKS Gladys, really!

NEELE: So, it was twenty to five.

Yes.

We have been over this before, Inspector.

Precision is all, Miss Dove.

And you're coming from... Upstairs.

'I thought I'd heard the telephone a few minutes before.'

Have you served tea yet, Gladys?

It's not half past four yet, miss.

It's 20 minutes to five, Gladys.

Who was that on the telephone?

- Wrong number, miss.

ADELE: Where's tea?

It's just coming, Mrs Fortescue.

She brought the first tea tray into the sitting room ten minutes later.

NEELE: 'And that was the last time you saw her?'

MARY: 'Yes.'

ADELE: At last.

MARY: 'Then Miss Fortescue came in some minutes later.'

Gosh, it's freezing.

I was going to tell Mrs Percival that tea was ready.

'I thought I heard her coming, but that was a mistake.'

You heard someone moving about upstairs?

Yes, at the head of the stairs, I thought.

But then no-one came down, so I went up.

Oh.

I didn't realise you'd been out.

Tea is served.

And that was... Nearly five, I think.

And when did Lancelot arrive?

BELL RINGS MARY: 'A few minutes after I came downstairs again.'

I thought he'd arrived earlier, but... NEELE: Why did you think that?

I thought I'd caught sight of him through the landing window.

- 'In the garden?'

- 'Yes.'

After telling Jennifer Fortescue tea was ready?

No, not then.

It was earlier when I came down the first time.

Are you sure about that, Miss Dove?

Perfectly.

That's why I was surprised when he actually did ring the doorbell.

Mr Lancelot?

- Himself.

It couldn't have been him that you saw.

His train was due at four forty.

The earliest he could have got here would have been just before five.

But I'm sure I saw someone.

Yeah.

But not clearly.

It was getting dark by then.

I didn't see his face, but he was a tall, slender man.

I simply presumed it was him.

- Where was he going?

Behind the hedge.

Towards the east side of the house.

- Is there a side door there?

- Yes.

So someone could have got in unobserved?

You mean the person I heard upstairs?

Something like that.

- So, who was it?

NEELE: That remains to be seen.

By the way... ..you couldn't tell me anything about blackbirds, I suppose?

- I'm sorry?

- Blackbirds.

- Do you mean... - Blackbirds, Miss Dove.

Are you referring to that silly business last summer?

Yes.

It was just a ridiculous, spiteful joke.

Four dead blackbirds were left in Mr Fortescue's desk in his study here.

Why would anyone do a thing like that?

I really don't know, Inspector.

MISS MARPLE: 'Dear Gladys, 'lots of nice-looking girls here...' MISS MARPLE READING Oh, Gladys.

MARY: Can I help you?

SHE GASPS MISS MARPLE: Three murders in two days.

How very upsetting.

MARY: It's not been too pleasant.

MISS MARPLE: Have you any idea who could do something like that?

It's hard to say.

The whole household, you see, is really quite odious.

You feel no especial loyalty to your employers, then, Miss Dove?

It's a job, Miss Marple, and one I do to the best of my ability.

People will pay anything... anything to be spared domestic worries.

I'm sure Mrs Fortescue found you invaluable.

Seaside manicurist?

What on earth would she know?

She was younger than Mr Fortescue, I understand.

By some 30 years.

Percival and Elaine were simply livid about it.

And Percival, especially, couldn't bear the thought that she might get her hands, however well-manicured, on his father's money.

Economy, you see, is Percival's passion.

His only passion, in fact.

Well, it's hardly surprising when you look at his wife.

How did he meet her?

She nursed him through pneumonia.

Oh.

You're probably fonder of his sister.

What?

Elaine?

It's hard to be fond of Elaine.

She's very bookish and rather plain.

Perhaps she might benefit from a shot of this.

Does she have a young man?

She was having some sort of dalliance with a schoolmaster.

But her father discovered he had communistic tendencies and soon put a stop to it.

- She didn't stand up to him?

- Oh, she would have done.

But her red lover's ardour cooled when he realised there'd be no money in it.

Now the old man's out of the way, however... the passion is rekindled.

I believe he arrived at the golf hotel the day after Mr Fortescue's death.

The day after?

So Miss Fortescue said, but then words come cheap, don't they, Miss Marple?

Dear me, Miss Dove, your cynicism belies your years.

Take no notice of me.

I'm a malicious creature.

DOOR CLOSES MARY: Better watch out, Crump.

She's onto you.

HE GRUNTS NEELE: You came down to tea late, I understand.

I had been writing letters and lost track of time.

Miss Dove said you'd been out for a walk.

Did she?

Oh, well, now I come to think of it, yes.

I had been writing letters but went out for a breath of air.

Chocolate?

- No, thank you.

Meet anyone?

No.

Erm... no.

Your husband hadn't come home yet?

Oh, no.

Percy didn't get back until about seven.

- By train?

- Yes.

NEELE: Do you know if Adele Fortescue made a will?

- Oh, yes, she did.

- Do you know when?

About a month ago.

Percy knew nothing about it.

In fact, nobody did.

I just happened to bump into her on the high street outside this solicitors.

She said she had no intention of using the family solicitor because she didn't want everyone knowing her business.

I didn't particularly care for her.

Rather common, I thought.

But now she's dead, well...

It's all so very dreadful, isn't it?

Do you know anything about blackbirds, Mrs Fortescue?

SHE COUGHS Thank you.

Thank you.

Do you, Mrs Fortescue?

Blackbirds, Inspector?

What kind of blackbirds?

- The usual, I suppose, the ones that flutter around and twitter away or lie stone-cold dead.

Ring any bells?

Perhaps you're referring to the ones in the pie.

Or the ones in Mr Fortescue's study.

Silly prank.

That's all it was.

He was furious.

He thought there might be strangers about.

- Strangers?

- That's what he said.

- Did that seem to unnerve him?

- Oh, yes.

It did, rather.

Of course, I don't remember very well.

It was several months ago.

Actually, would you mind, Mrs Fortescue?

I'm rather partial to the nutty ones.

- Oh, go ahead.

- Thank you.

When Rex Fortescue died, his wife inherited £100,000.

A sum the firm could ill afford.

So Mr Fortescue didn't leave the business in a healthy state?

Between ourselves, Inspector, it's heading straight for the rocks and has been for the last 18 months.

Any particular reason?

Cos he was behaving like a lunatic, selling good stock here, buying speculative stuff there.

He just wouldn't listen to reason.

He was driving Percival up the wall.

In fact, he was desperate for him to see a doctor but Fortescue wouldn't hear of it.

I don't need a bloody doctor!

Then maybe you need a bit of a break.

A bit of a break!

I don't need a bloody break.

I don't need you treating me like a bloody moron!

Percival suspected, you see, that his father was suffering from a form of dementia.

Pick's disease, he called it.

I think his grandfather suffered from something similar.

I'd say it was a bit of luck all round that the old chap kicked the bucket when he did.

HE CHUCKLES Three murders.

Extraordinary.

So Adele Fortescue did have something to leave?

Oh, no, Inspector.

There was a clause in the will saying that she'd only inherit if she survived her husband by one month... which, tragically, she didn't.

Why the clause?

It's fairly common nowadays with the increase in air travel.

Two people are killed in a plane crash, becomes exceedingly difficult to find out who is the survivor.

Follow my drift?

Yes.

So tell me, what happens to the money?

It goes back to the residuary legatee.

Percival Fortescue.

- Good evening, Mr Wright.

- Good evening.

Ah, Pinewood.

NEELE: I expect you'll miss her very much.

Yes, we were good friends.

She phoned you, I believe, on the afternoon of her death.

If you say so, Inspector.

NEELE: What did you talk about?

Nothing very important, I'm sure.

- And then you went for a walk?

- No.

I played a few holes of golf.

I don't think you did, Mr Dubois, because the hotel porter noticed you walking down the road towards Yewtree Lodge.

If you already know, why do you ask?

Did you see Mrs Fortescue?

I didn't go near the house.

I think you'd better make a statement, Mr Dubois.

You'd be within your rights to have a solicitor present.

Are you threatening me?

No, Mr Dubois.

We're not allowed to do that sort of thing.

I had nothing to do with it.

Then why were you seen outside the house at about half past four?

- I didn't go inside.

- Are you sure of that?

You didn't go in through the side door up to Mrs Fortescue's sitting room?

'And are you sure you weren't looking 'for something in her desk?'

You've got them, haven't you?

Strictly speaking, no.

Your letters to Mrs Fortescue were taken from her bureau by my sergeant and passed onto the Yard for possible evidence.

I told her to burn them.

You were good friends, as you say.

Very, very good friends.

That doesn't mean we bumped off Rex.

Not necessarily, but it might suggest that you encouraged her or provided her with a motive.

You can't make a case against me.

She made a will, you know.

Left everything to you.

- I don't want her money.

Just as well cos there isn't much.

But I thought her husband had left her with... Did you, now?

I was wondering if you knew.

Yes, according to her solicitor, she didn't have much to leave, but since her husband's death... ..that's all changed, hasn't it, Mr Dubois?

MAN: Madam.

- Thank you.

I was in the Isle of Man when Rex Fortescue was killed.

Such a terrible tragedy.

Yes.

And you arrived shortly afterwards?

Elaine sent for me.

No doubt in need of a comforting shoulder to cry on.

I suppose so.

You were engaged, weren't you, Mr Wright?

Yes, we were.

MISS MARPLE: You would appear to be well suited.

Her father didn't think so.

He threatened to disinherit her if the marriage went ahead.

So, I naturally broke off the engagement.

Oh, how very selfless.

I was victimised for my political opinions, Miss Marple.

Oh, dear.

Still, every cloud, as they say.

What do you mean?

Surely the marriage can now go ahead with the inheritance intact?

The money, Miss Marple, will be used for the benefit of the community.

Oh, admirable, Mr Wright.

Quite admirable.

Tell me, did you see or hear anything when in the vicinity of Yewtree Lodge that afternoon?

What makes you think I was in the vicinity?

Because I thought you left the hotel at quarter past four and walked in that direction.

The hotel receptionist just happened to mention it.

I was going to go to the house but...

I just went for a stroll instead.

- Oh, now that is strange.

- Is it?

Yes, because someone said they'd seen you in the garden at Yewtree Lodge at about half past four.

Well, visibility must have been very bad by then.

Mm.

Are you acquainted with Vivian Dubois?

Why do you ask?

Because he was also out for a stroll that afternoon.

I must say, you must all have been feeling very energetic.

SHE CHUCKLES They come, and they go, and they don't tell us anything.

One presumes they're pursuing some line of enquiry.

So inconsiderate.

Pass the marmalade.

There's a honey.

So, Elaine, I gather you're going to marry erm... What's his name?

- Gerald.

- Gerald, yes.

Gerald.

And then what?

We plan to start a school.

You mean you plan to take all your money out of the business?

Better than leaving it in.

You said yourself that things were in a pretty bad state.

But you would lose the lot.

- We won't.

- I'm with you, Ellie.

What are your plans, Lance?

Off back to Kenya?

LANCE: Well...

I'm not so sure about that.

Well, you never had much time for poor, little England.

One changes as one gets older, don't you find?

And having given it a lot of thought and chatted it over with Pat... Well... the long and short of it is, old chap...

..I've decided to join the firm.

As your junior partner, of course, but I have got a holding in it, and that gives me rights to be in on things, doesn't it?

Well, yes, if you put it like that.

Bloody good idea, don't you think?

I knew you'd be pleased.

But won't you find it rather boring after your outdoor life, safari and things?

Frankly, once you've seen one elephant, things are very bad.

It'll be all we can do to scrape together Elaine's share.

Here that, Ellie?

Grab it while you can.

You've no idea what a time Percival's had while you've been gadding about with the natives.

He's been ill with worry and now you come back here smug as you like... - Jennifer, please.

- Well, it's too bad.

It's really too bad.

Frightfully stuffy in here, don't you think?

It won't work.

It's as simple as that.

I know you too well, Lance.

You'll be fed up in no time.

When I say things are bad, I'm not exaggerating.

This past year, Dad has thrown money away hand over fist.

It's just as well that someone slipped the taxine in his tea.

If I'm honest, his death's the only thing that's saved us from bankruptcy.

Look, Lance, I'm fond of you... - Are you?

I really don't think we're going to pull together.

Really, I don't.

The only sensible thing is to dissolve the partnership.

- You mean buy me out?

- There's no alternative.

And how will you manage to pay me my share?

Divide the holdings.

With you keeping all the gilt-edged and me taking the worst of the speculative, I suppose?

Some of them may prove to be immensely valuable.

Like the old Blackbird gold mine, for instance?

No, perhaps not that.

Father was pretty certain it was worthless.

He went out there with a chap called Mackenzie, didn't he, who died out there?

Er, yes, I think he did.

And his wife came round here with her two kids and accused Dad of murder.

I really can't remember.

I do.

I remember it quite well.

MISS MARPLE: It's very kind of you to see me, Mrs Mackenzie.

I believe you knew Rex Fortescue.

He died recently, as you're probably aware.

I believe you once paid him a visit.

He'd been connected with your husband, had he not, over a certain mine in Africa?

The Blackbird Mine, Mrs Mackenzie.

Your husband and Mr Fortescue went out to survey it, I believe, and didn't your husband die out there of fever?

You believe an awful lot, don't you?

Then believe this.

It was my husband's mine.

He found it, and laid claim to it, and went to Rex Fortescue for the money to capitalise it.

Nobody knows how he died or where he was buried.

All anyone knows is what Rex Fortescue said, and Rex Fortescue was a liar.

Do you believe he was responsible for your husband's death?

How stupid you are.

I dare say I am, Mrs Mackenzie, but it all happened so long ago.

- And it's not over yet.

- Isn't it?

Nothing is ever settled until it is settled right.

I hear somebody put dead blackbirds in Rex Fortescue's desk.

Have you any idea who might have done that?

Nine and seven, they were when he died.

- Your children?

- Donald and Ruby.

I told them every day and made them swear it every night.

What did you make them swear?

That they'd kill him, of course.

And did they, Mrs Mackenzie?

My son died at Dunkirk.

"Deeply regret killed in action."

I'm so sorry.

And your daughter?

- I have no daughter.

- But you just spoke of her.

- She didn't keep faith.

Where is she now?

I told you, I have no daughter.

You mean she's dead?

It would be better for her if she were.

Erm... do any of her relations ever visit her?

Well, I gather her daughter came once, but it was before my time.

It agitated poor Mrs Mackenzie so much that she was advised not to come again.

And I suppose you've no idea where she is now?

I'm afraid I haven't.

Oh, it's so kind of you to come, Miss Marple.

I'm sure it did her the world of good to see an old neighbour.

Did she remember you?

Do you know, I don't think she had a clue who I was.

LANCE MOANS PAT MOANS NEELE: 'Well done, Miss Marple.

'We'll be recruiting you if you're not careful.'

MISS MARPLE: Oh, Inspector.

NEELE: 'Oh, and another thing.

You're right about a pattern.'

Blackbird's tying in with the mine, the rye in Fortescue's pocket, bread and honey for tea and the third murder, Gladys, strangled with a peg on her nose.

- What you just said... - 'What is it, Miss Marple?'

There's something wrong.

You know who it is, don't you?

LANCE: No.

No, I don't.

It worries me to death having you here.

I wish you go back to London.

I'm not going anywhere.

Not that they will be awfully welcome with Percival in charge.

Well, they'll just have to put up with us for that.

I want to see him suffer a little bit longer.

BOTH CHUCKLE I do think it's still very important to use one's time constructively.

Don't you agree, Miss Marple?

- Oh.

I spend each day alone with no congenial company at all, but at least I make an effort.

I have to admit.

People around here aren't really my kind.

Flashy lot.

Even dare I say, rather common.

Of course, Adele fitted in perfectly.

My father-in-law made a very foolish second marriage.

Now, I wouldn't wish to speak ill of the dead, but she was man-mad.

- Oh, dear.

- Spent money like water.

And he let her get away with everything.

It affects Percival very much indeed.

He's always been so very careful with money, you see.

And then when his father began behaving so badly.

It must have been a great worry.

Oh, it was.

This last year, Percy has been beside himself.

You will stay for dinner, won't you?

- Oh, well... - And then there's Elaine.

Very odd.

She doesn't want to shop or go to a matinee or anything.

Too bookish for a young lady, in my opinion.

SHE CHUCKLES You must think me very queer going on to you like this.

- Oh, no.

Cos with all the strain and shock, I do feel so very nervous.

There was a time when we all dressed for dinner.

Well, times are changing, Percival.

For better or worse, I wonder.

For better, of course, aren't they, Gerald?

Without a doubt.

Filthy night.

JENNIFER: I really don't know what Miss Marple must think.

We used to be such a happy family.

Are you enjoying this part of the world, Miss Marple?

Well, under the circumstances, Mr Fortescue.

Where's Pat?

You know, Miss Marple, I don't believe this was ever a happy house and that anyone was ever happy in it.

I can't wait to leave.

You've had your share of unhappiness, too.

I've had some good times, as well.

But when the war came...

Your husband was shot down, wasn't he?

We'd only been married a month.

I thought at first I wanted to die, too, but then began to think that perhaps it was for the best.

Why was that?

PAT: I don't think peace would have suited him.

He found insubordination irresistible.

A fighter to the end.

I don't think he'd ever have fitted in.

And your second husband?

He shot himself.

THUNDER RUMBLES Oh, dear.

Poor Freddie.

We were madly in love, but...

..I began to realise that he wasn't... ..well, he wasn't always straight.

I tried to turn a blind eye but... ..you can't change people, can you, Miss Marple?

No, my dear.

Lance thinks it's someone in the family, and I think he's right.

That's why there's always an atmosphere.

Everybody watching everybody else.

Something's got to happen soon.

No, my dear, there won't be any more deaths.

You can't be sure of that.

As a matter of fact, I am.

The murderer's accomplished his purpose, you see?

His?

Or hers.

MARY: Dinner is served, ladies.

WOMAN: Good morning, Consolidated Investments Trust.

Good morning, ladies.

TELEPHONES RINGING Working hard?

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING Miss Grosvenor, Lancelot Fortescue.

Oh.

You're even lovelier than I'd imagined.

Er... Mr Fortescue... - Inspector.

- Mr Fortescue.

HE CHUCKLES There's no getting away from you, is there?

- First day?

- Yeah.

I'm quite the new boy.

Well, you certainly look the part.

Well, that's the easy bit.

Are you not too sure you'll hack it, then, sir?

Strictly off the record... this isn't my bag at all.

But don't tell Percy, though.

I want to make him sweat a bit.

Why's that, sir?

It's old history now.

Wouldn't be the little matter of a cheque?

You're right on the ball, aren't you?

- Your father kicked you out.

- Which is what Percy wanted.

It's astonishing how Percy always got his way.

DOOR OPENS Lance.

Talk of the devil.

NEELE: Mr Fortescue.

You didn't tell me you were coming.

Couldn't keep away.

There are a couple of things I'd like to talk to you about.

I know your father's behaviour had been a source of anxiety this past year.

- He wasn't well.

- But he wouldn't see a doctor.

- That's right.

- Pick's disease, I believe.

Remarkably astute of you, Inspector.

NEELE: A form of dementia.

Yes, which is why I was so anxious for him to seek medical advice.

In the meantime, he was causing havoc to the business?

PERCIVAL: Yes.

NEELE: So his death was extremely fortunate.

I would hardly describe it as such.

No, but it is a fact, isn't it, that his death came at just the right time?

What are you driving at?

I just like getting my facts straight, sir.

You said there'd be no communication between you and your brother since he left England.

PERCIVAL: Quite so.

- But it isn't quite so, is it, Mr Fortescue?

- Ooh, Percy.

Last spring, when you were worried about your father's health, you wrote to your brother for his backing... should it become necessary to put your father under restraint.

How the hell did you know about that?

NEELE: From your family solicitor, Mr Fortescue.

I thought it only right, considering Lancelot was a junior partner.

And how did you reply?

LANCE: I told him to leave the old man alone.

You see, Inspector, that was one of the reasons I came home, to see for myself, and, frankly, there didn't seem anything much wrong with him.

The man was ill.

I was worried sick.

About the money, yes.

You swan back from Africa and dare to suggest... Give it a rest, Percy, for Christ's sake!

Do you know something, old chap?

It makes me ever so slightly nauseous being in the same room with you, and that is because you are a dirty little skunk, and you always have been.

- Keep it down!

- I'll tell you another thing.

It was you, wasn't it, who forged that cheque that got me the boot, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

- Now, now, gents.

Steady on.

I'm really sick of little men like you with your striped suits, and your mincing voices, and your mean, shoddy deals.

Oh, God, I can't wait to get back to Africa.

So, just buy me out however you like, I couldn't give a damn.

You can even throw in the old Blackbird Mine concession if you want to get the murdering Mackenzies off your back.

What are you talking about?

Revenge, Percy.

The Mackenzies?

Nonsense.

The Inspector doesn't think so, do you?

There are certain grounds for enquiry.

No-one's heard from the Mackenzies for years.

A dish best served cold, as the saying goes.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I'm most dreadfully sorry about all that.

Percival Fortescue.

Wherever I turn, wherever I go, I always come up against Percival bloody Fortescue.

He's the one who has most to gain, and he's the one who couldn't possibly have done it.

He might have tampered with the marmalade, but he couldn't have poisoned his stepmother, and he couldn't have strangled Gladys.

Why not, sir?

Cos he was here till five that day and didn't get home till seven.

Well, there's one or two others who had a motive, sir.

NEELE: Mary Dove.

Is that your real name?

What an extraordinary question.

Are you suggesting that it isn't?

NEELE: Yes.

I am, in fact, suggesting that your name is Ruby Mackenzie.

Is it?

My name is Mary Dove.

NEELE: Prove it.

Do you want to see my birth certificate?

NEELE: That wouldn't prove anything, I'm afraid.

It could be a friend's or someone who's died.

A lot of possibilities, aren't there?

Quite a dilemma for you, Inspector.

NEELE: Do you deny, categorically, that you are Ruby Mackenzie?

I rather think it's up to you to prove that I am.

- Mm.

- Mm.

So much depends on nursing in pneumonia.

Oh, yes, it's nearly everything.

That's how your romance started with Percival, wasn't it?

Yes.

Yes.

That's how it started.

Wasn't there another nurse who got sent away?

Yes, and I came to replace her.

And fell in love.

How nice.

SHE CHUCKLES Not so sure about that.

Of course, I'm never one to complain.

What I always say is what can't be cured must be endured.

But it would be nice to have someone to talk to.

One does feel so very isolated when my husband's away in the city every day.

I often wish I was back on the wards again.

You're obviously devoted to your profession.

Mm.

Not so much at the time, but now, when I think of it, I often wish I'd never come here.

Ah, well.

I dare say it's served me right.

I ought never to have done it.

Ought never to have done what, my dear?

Ought never to have married Percy.

He was using a Vardon hold and a mashie niblick, but he is 84 years old.

MISS MARPLE: I really think, Inspector, that things are becoming very much clearer.

- Are they?

- Oh, yes.

I now know what didn't ring true when I spoke to you on the telephone.

It was something you said about the third murder.

Poor Gladys with the peg on her nose.

Well, of course, it wasn't, was it?

Wasn't what, Miss Marple?

SHE CLEARS THROAT The third murder.

Gladys must have been murdered before Mrs Fortescue, even though her body wasn't found till later.

SHE EXHALES She must have been murdered about five o'clock because otherwise... She would've taken the second tray into the sitting room.

Quite so.

When she brought the tray into the hall, something happened.

CLOCK CHIMES She saw or heard something.

Vivian Dubois coming down the stairs.

- Perhaps.

- Or Gerald Wright coming in the side door.

- Whoever it was lured her out into the garden and killed her.

She'd never be fetching in washing at that time and certainly not without a coat on.

So, it was never a case of the maid in the garden hanging out the clothes.

I...

I thought I was following you, but I...

The sequence is all wrong, you see.

The king in the counting-house, the queen in the parlour, the maid in the garden, but that's not how the murders happened.

It's all camouflage to make it look like the rhyme was the inspiration, and that's very significant, don't you think?

Shall I begin at the beginning?

It would be a help, yes.

The beginning, Inspector, is Gladys.

I came here because of her, and you very kindly let me look through all her things, and what with that and the nylon stockings and best shoes and the telephone calls, it became perfectly clear.

I mean about Mr Fortescue and the taxine.

You have a theory about who poisoned the marmalade?

Not a theory, Inspector, I know.

You... you do?

Oh, yes.

It was Gladys, of course.

Gladys?

Not that she meant to murder him, but she did it all the same.

She put the taxine in the marmalade, not thinking it was poison.

- What did she think it was?

I imagine she thought it was a truth drug.

'A very credulous girl was Gladys, as I told you.'

So, having read it in the papers, she'd believe it absolutely when he told her that that's what it was.

- When who told her?

- Albert Evans, not, of course, his real name, when he met her last summer at the holiday camp.

I imagine he told her some story of injustice or some such thing but the point was that Rex Fortescue had to be made to confess what he'd done and make restitution.

So Albert got her to get a job at Yewtree Lodge.

'And then they arranged a date together.'

That was the day that Gladys would put the so-called truth drug into the marmalade and also the rye in Mr Fortescue's pocket.

SHE CHUCKLES I don't know what story he told her to account for that, but frankly, she'd believe anything, especially from a personable young man.

I'm not keeping you, am I?

- No, no, no.

Well, the idea was probably that Albert was going to call on Mr Fortescue at his office, by which time the truth drug would have worked, and Mr Fortescue would confess everything.

You can imagine how Gladys felt when she heard the poor man was dead.

Wouldn't she have said something?

MISS MARPLE: She's hardly likely to admit it, is she?

I didn't do it, sir.

I didn't, really.

MISS MARPLE: After denying it, she tried to think up excuses.

Perhaps Albert hadn't known how strong the stuff was or had accidentally given her too much of it.

She hoped he'd get in touch, which, of course, he did.

He'd have rung till she answered and then made a date to meet him.

- On the day she died.

- Yes.

She had on her best stockings and shoes so she was obviously going to meet someone and she wasn't going out to meet him, he was coming to the house.

That's why she was so flustered and late with the tea.

'She brought the second tray into the hall.

'I think she looked along the passage and saw him.

'So she put the tray down and went out to meet him.'

GLADYS: Albert?

SHE GASPS SHE STRUGGLES MISS MARPLE: 'She had to die.

He couldn't risk her talking.

'And then the peg to fit with the rhyme.'

The nearest he could get to a dicky bird that pecked off her nose.

So if you're suggesting Albert Evans wanted revenge for this whole Blackbird Mine business, then you must believe that it was Mrs Mackenzie's son behind all this.

That he didn't die at Dunkirk, after all.

Oh, no.

I'm not suggesting that for a minute.

Don't you see, Inspector?

All this blackbird business is a complete distraction.

It was used by someone who'd heard about the blackbirds to point the finger of suspicion at the Mackenzies.

Then... who is the killer, Miss Marple?

Someone quite sane, brilliant and unscrupulous and done, of course, for money.

Percival.

No, not Percival.

Lance.

Are you all right, Inspector?

Lance came home in the summer to see his father.

I don't believe for a moment that his father sent for him unless, of course, you have actual evidence?

No.

Only a letter that Lance is supposed to have written to his father afterwards, which he could easily have slipped into his papers the day he arrived.

He probably attempted a reconciliation, but his father would have none of it.

SHE SIGHS You see, Lance is very much in love with Pat, but the small pittance he was living on wasn't enough for the life he thought they should have together.

When he was here he must have heard about the blackbirds and jumped to the conclusion that Mackenzie's daughter was established in the house.

A perfect scapegoat for murder because murder it would have to be.

He feared that by the time his father died the business would have completely collapsed.

Perhaps his father's name being Rex suggested the idea of the nursery rhyme.

Then he could dispose of Adele too and save the firm £100,000.

But to make the rhyme work... there had to be the maid in the garden hanging out the clothes.

An innocent accomplice whom he could silence before she could talk.

And thus give him a genuine alibi for the first murder.

'After strangling Gladys... 'he rang the bell... BELL RINGS '..and joined family for tea.'

- It's so good to see you.

- Little Ellie.

Old crusty crumpet!

MISS MARPLE: 'He went to see Mrs Crump 'and then slipped back into the sitting room 'where he found Adele alone.'

ADELE CHUCKLES LANCE: Your tea.

- Oh, thank you, Lance.

You're very well trained, aren't you?

NEELE: 'But his share of the business 'isn't worth three murders.'

I would agree, Inspector, if it's true the Blackbird Mine is worthless.

A mine on the west coast of Africa.

But what if he'd been deliberately misleading us?

What if the Blackbird Mine was on the east coast of Africa, not west?

East Africa, where uranium deposits have recently been discovered.

'And where Lance has been living these past several years.'

And just suppose the deposits are on the site of the old Blackbird Mine.

Young Lancelot could make a killing.

It's all pure assumption.

But you know it's right, don't you?

I suppose I do.

So do I.

It was Pat who drew my attention to him.

She's the kind that always marries a bad lot.

How on earth am I going to be able to prove it?

Oh, you'll prove it all right, Inspector.

You're a very clever man.

I have no doubt you'll find the evidence.

And this still doesn't explain the Ruby Mackenzie business.

If you don't mind my saying so, you've been barking up the wrong tree.

I was talking to your mother a few days ago.

She's very angry with me, isn't she?

Poor Mummy.

She was so devoted to Daddy.

And she brought you up swearing to avenge his death.

She made us swear on the Bible that one day we'd kill Rex Fortescue.

When I started training as a nurse, I realised her mental balance wasn't all it should be.

- You must have felt revengeful.

- Well, of course I did.

When a friend of mine came to nurse his son, I got her to leave and took her place.

I don't know exactly what I meant to do, but Percy got fond of me, asked me to marry him.

I thought that a far more sensible revenge than anything else.

To marry his oldest son and then get back the money he swindled Daddy out of.

Did you plant the blackbirds?

It was silly of me, really... ..but he was such a horrid man.

It gave him quite a fright.

He was absolutely furious.

But I didn't do anything else.

Really, I didn't.

Tell me, Mrs Fortescue, have you given Miss Dove any money lately?

Oh... MARY: I told her that you'd accused me of being Ruby Mackenzie and said that if she gave me £500, I'd let you go on thinking that.

I told her that if you knew she was Ruby, she'd be your prime suspect.

It wasn't exactly blackmail.

I was just doing her a favour.

NEELE: Thank you, Miss Dove.

This is all very annoying.

I'm particularly hard up at the moment.

You'll be looking for another job, I suppose?

Yes, this one hasn't quite gone according to plan.

Mm, unlike your other jobs.

My past is quite blameless, I assure you.

A curious coincidence, though, that in your last three posts... there have happened to be robberies a couple of months after your departure.

Coincidences do happen, Inspector.

Yes, but they mustn't happen too often.

How on earth did you know about the money?

Ooh, just a stab in the dark.

I do wish you weren't going.

I've finished what I came to do.

It hasn't been altogether pleasant but it is important that wickedness shouldn't triumph.

I don't understand.

No, my dear, but perhaps one day you will.

If anything ever goes wrong in your life, you won't despair, will you?

Miss Marple, you're starting to worry me.

You won't, will you?

But how could I despair with Lance at my side?

We're going back to Kenya as soon as everything's cleared up.

Oh, I can't wait.

- Here you go, miss.

- Thank you.

I'm so glad to see you home, miss.

I'm glad to be home, Tilly.

And I haven't broken nothing since you went, honest.

Here's your letters.

SHE SIGHS Thank you, Tilly.

One went to Daisymead by mistake.

They've been away and only sent it today.

They hoped it weren't important.

I'll just put your things away.

GLADYS: 'Dear madam, 'I hope as you'll forgive me for writing this, 'but I really don't know what to do.

'You'll have seen the newspapers.

'It was murder, they say, 'but I'd never do anything wicked 'and I know Albert wouldn't, either.

'We met last summer and was going to be married 'only Bert had been done out 'of his rights by this Mr Fortescue.

'But Bert had a friend who works in a place 'where they make these new drugs, 'and there's what they call a truth drug.

'Oh, madam, I don't know what to do.

'If you could only come here and help me.

'I didn't mean anything wrong, and Bert didn't, either.

'I'm enclosing a snap of Bert and me.

'Bert doesn't know I've got it.

He hates being snapped.

'But you can see, madam, what a nice boy he is.'

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