What is it?
lt's the diary my father kept when he was in the sanatοrium.
lt confirms that my father
killed himself because he believed he'd strangled Helen.
I'd like you to read it.
Thank you. - I don't believe he killed her.
I remember standing at the top of the stairs
and seeing a man with hands like monkeys' paws round a young girl's throat.
We know that was true now.
l only want to prove one thing:
that my father wasn't mad and he didn't kill her.
Have you had any response to your advert in the local paper?
Not yet. lt's not going to be easy.
No.
Not after twenty years of what one might call sleeping murder.
Your father thought that Helen was giving him drugs to confuse him.
Yes. Dr Penrose didn't believe him.
He said my father only thought it
because it's something wives did to their husbands in lndia.
And then there are the letters that Helen wrote.
What letters?
Dr Kennedy brought them over.
He received two letters from Helen after she was supposed to have been murdered.
That's the second.
He couldn't find the first one.
This is the only other thing he could find in her hand.
lt's a list of bulbs or something.
Yes.
The handwriting looks the same to me but I'm not an expert.
Neither am l, but I have a friend who could help.
That's splendid, because it seems to me that...
Yes, Giles?
lt seems to me that we're looking for "X". That's what you called him.
He fell in love with Helen and strangled her in a fit of jealousy.
We know what she was like. - Man mad.
But we don't know anything about her lovers.
But I think we do!
There was the man she was going out to lndia to marry.
The solicitor. What was his name?
Walter Fane. I'm having tea with his mother on Thursday.
How did you manage that?
l mentioned I have friends who have friends here.
There was a man she got mixed up with when she was very young.
Most unsuitable, Dr Kennedy said.
I think we may infer a third. - Why?
She was going to lndia to marry Mr Fane
but when she got there she changed her mind. Why?
Girls do. - Under certain circumstances.
Something he did?
She met someone else on the boat going out!
Propinquity. - Moonlight on the boat deck.
And yet she didn't marry him.
I'm being stupid! He was married already.
Exactly. - lt's what my father said.
"l knew from the very first there was someone else."
We'll trace her lovers and question them to find the guilty one.
l think that's all.
When would you like to come in and sign the will?
Any time. We live nearby, Mr Fane.
Yes. You gave me your address. - Hillside.
lt used to be called St Catherine's.
Yes. On the Leahampton Road.
Shall we say Monday next at 10 a.m.?
Yes. That'll be perfect.
You know, I actually chose to come to you because I think...
well, I believe you once knew my mother.
Really? What was her name?
Halliday. Megan Halliday.
l was told you were once engaged to her.
No, I never knew your mother.
But I was once engaged to Helen Kennedy,
who was your father's second wife. - I see.
I'm sorry. I've got it all wrong. lt was my ste pmother.
l knew it was to do with lndia so I thought it was my own mother.
Helen Kennedy came out to lndia to marry me but she changed her mind.
On the boat going home, she met your father, after your mother's death.
Have I put my foot in it?
lt was nineteen - twenty years ago. Time enough.
Do you know that your father and Helen lived in your house
in Dillmouth for quite a while? - Yes.
That's one of the reasons we came.
Yes, I remember it very well.
You may not remember me,
but I suppose I must have seen you as a little girl.
l was only two or three. Were you on leave from lndia,
or something like that? - No. I chucked lndia.
I'd passed my law exams so I came back to my father's firm.
I've been here ever since. Yes, ever since.
You and your husband must come and have tea with my mother one day.
Thanks. - Next Monday then. Ten o'clock.
Goodbye, Mr Fane.
Well?
He was here at the right time but he couldn't possibly have done it.
Why not? - Too mild and ordinary.
...A sort of nothing.
Those are just the sort that do. - What?
Commit murders, darling.
Yes, I suppose... When I first mentioned the house...
Perhaps he was crazy about her.
Look! There's Miss Marple.
What's she up to? - Holiday shopping.
She won't find out very much doing that.
There we are, madam. Comfywear summer vests.
Two, you said. - Yes.
l think you'll find they're in your size.
Yes, that's correct... not that we've had much summer.
The last time I stayed in Dillmouth it was glorious weather,
but that was twenty years ago. - Yes, madam.
l was staying with friends in a house called St. Catherine's.
That would have been in Mrs Findeyson's time.
The people I knew had it furnished.
A Major Halliday and his wife and daughter.
ls there anything else l can do for you today, madam?
No, thank you.
That'll be 8/10d, please, madam. - Yes, of course. There we are.
The Hallidays had a very good cook.
She gave me a wonderful recipe for gingerbread.
l wonder what became of her.
That would be Edith Pagett. She's still in Dillmouth.
Really? - Your change, madam.
l always felt very sorry for Major Halliday.
His wife left him for someone else, the doctor's sister.
Yes, madam.
Poor Dr Kennedy was such a nice man. l don't know what became of his sister.
Nobody ever speaks of her. - No. Quite.
Thank you.
Do you know how I could get in touch with Edith Pagett?
I dare say I do. - How kind!
I've lost that recipe and I'm really rather fond of gingerbread.
("THE ARCHERS" SlGNATURE TUNE)
Lord bless us! Little Miss Gwennie, is it?
Fancy now! Come in.
Do you remember me, Miss Pagett? - Of course I do!
You must call me Edie, like you used to.
Sit yourselves down.
Many's the game Lily and I used to have with you!
Lily was housemaid, Lily Abott.
Young girl. Pert in her ways.
Excuse me running on like this, sir. Talking brings the old days back.
Your friend, Miss Maypole, the lady as called,
she said you wanted to ask me something.
About the old days. l grew up in New Zealand.
l don't remember being here with my father and stepmother.
Very fond of you, she was!
She used to take you down the beach, play with you in the garden.
Nothing more than a girl herself, really.
You liked her?
Yes, madam, I did, no matter what anybody said.
I'd never have believed she'd do what she did.
There HAD been talk.
Do you have any idea who it was she went away with?
Well, sir, we had our suspicions.
Well, Lily did. Mind you, she was a silly girl.
"That chap's sweet on her, Edie," she used to say.
"And do his wife look daggers!"
Who was that?
Well, now, l don't just remember the name.
Colonel Esdale?
Astley, was it? No.
He and his wife were staying at the Royal Clarence.
Summer visitors? - But I rather think he,
or maybe both of them, had known Mrs Halliday before.
Were they still here when Helen... my stepmother went away?
l think they went a day or two after.
Anyway, it was close enough to make people talk.
They came from up north somewhere...
Northumberland, I think it were.
She was afraid of something, wasn't she?
Afraid? - Yes.
Now. lt's funny you should say that.
l remember Lily coming in one day, she'd been dusting the stairs.
"Ructions!" she said. She'd a common way of talking.
She'd heard the master and the mistress in the drawing room.
"I'm afraid of you."
That's what Mrs Halliday had said. And she sounded scared too.
"I've been afraid of you for a long time. You're not normal.
"Go away and leave me alone." ...Something of that kind.
And Lily took it very seriously, so when it happened...
I don't know what I mean at all, telling you all this.
lt's important, Edie. We have to know.
The plain fact is, Miss Gwennie,
Lily left you alone that night and went off to the pictures.
l didn't know nothing about it or I'd have been keeping an eye on you.
l was doing some ironing.
And you can't hear a thing in that kitchen when the baize door's shut.
Good evening, Edith.
Good evening, sir. Anything wrong, sir?
Major Halliday wants a word with Lily.
l think she went upstairs, sir.
She said she had a headache, more than two hours since.
She's not in her room. lf she's not well...
Good evening, sir.
Where did you spring from?
l come down for a glass of water. l thought you were with Miss Gwennie.
ls there anything I can do, sir?
Major Halliday and l are puzzled about your mistress.
She doesn't appear to be at home. - She said she was going for a walk.
We'd like you to look round her room. Thank you, Edith.
Edie? My stars! Whatever next!
Never mind about... - You'll never guess what's happened.
What?
She's hooked it, that's what. - Who?
The mistress, who else? Dr Kennedy took me up to her room.
Wanted to know if she'd taken any clothes with her and what.
Never!
What made him think of that?
Gone off with someone. She's left a note.
The master's all in. More fool he. He ought to have seen it coming.
You've no right to speak like that. - Why not? Didn't I tell you?
lt's not likely to be Mr Sobersides-Fane,
for all he follows her around like a dog.
You think it's that Colonel, then?
That's my bet.
Unless it's our mystery man in the flashy car.
Tsk!
Look here, it's all wrong.
What's wrong?
Them clothes. I went through them as the doctor asked me.
There's enough gone, but they're the wrong things.
Whatever do you mean?
She took an evening dress,
but not the belt, nor the slip nor the shoes that goes with it.
And she took her green tweed which she never wears till autumn.
And the undies too, they was a job lot.
You mark my words. She hasn't gone away.
The master's done her in. - Lily!
She was scared to death of him. l told you I heard her say so.
That's where you're wrong. lt wasn't the master at all.
Just after you told me, I looked out
and I seen the master coming down the hill with his golf clubs.
So it wasn't him with the mistress in the drawing room.
lt was someone else.
Someone else.
That'll be the house, Anstell Manor.
Are you sure it's the right place?
Northumberland is a long way to come for nothing.
"Col. and Mrs Erskine, Anstell Manor, Daith"
were the only likely couple in the hotel guest book.
Edie said they were from Northumberland.
lt must be them. But will they rise to the bait?
What happens now?
We run out of water, darling.
Let's hope the Erskines are feeling hospitable.
lt lS teatime.
Come in. It's nice to have unexpected visitors.
Join us for tea.
Life's very bleak up here; no neighbours to speak of.
lt's very good of you. We only asked for a jug of water.
What a beautiful place! How old is the house?
lt's Tudor. Crumbling at the edges rather.
My husband's people have lived here for nearly three hundred years.
l take it you're from Australia, Mrs Reed?
New Zealand. - Really.
But Giles is from Devon. - What part is that?
l was born in Plymouth but we've just bought a house in Dillmouth.
Dillmouth? - Yes. Do you know it?
We spent a few weeks there, many years ago.
Rather a pretty little place.
Remember, Richard? - Yes, very well.
Do sit down, please. - Thank you.
We stayed at the Royal George... No, the Royal Clarence, wasn't it?
Still there, I suppose. - Yes, it is.
Our house is quite near. lt's called Hillside.
lt used to be called... what was it, Giles?
St Catherine's.
You've had tea.
Perhaps you'd like to see the garden?
Will you be able to find it again?
l hope so. lt's the pair you gave me "to match my pussy-cat eyes!"
Did you see the way she was looking at me all the time?
There's something very nasty about her. l bet she gives him hell.
When will you go back? - Tomorrow. She goes shopping.
How do you know? - He mentioned it in the garden.
l think he's nice. Not the strangling type!
I'm sorry to be such a nuisance, but I thought it was worth a try.
l know I had it on when we came out from tea.
You can't remember...
l fiddle with them. that's how I lose them...
Look, there is is!
So it is.
You've got sharp eyes, Mrs Reed. - I knew it was here somewhere.
Thanks so much.
Actually, I've got a confession. l wanted to talk to you alone.
You're the only person who can tell me something I must know.
What's that?
l think you were once in love with my stepmother,
Helen Kennedy.
Helen Halliday, she became when she married my father.
Were you?
I'm sorry I cheated.
All's fair, they say.
l suppose there were letters.
Women never destroy those, do they? Why did you want to know?
l want to know more about her. l was very small when she went away.
She went away?
She left Dillmouth that summer and never came back.
Didn't you know?
No. I didn't know that.
There was a brother, a doctor.
He doesn't know anything.
Everyone thinks she ran away with someone.
You thought that was me.
No such luck, I'm afraid.
lt all happened on the boat going out to lndia.
One of the kids had been ill and my wife was going to follow later.
Helen and I just fell hopelessly in love.
Hopeless because she was going out to marry someone else.
lt was rather a desperate decision
because she wasn't happy at home and wanted to get away.
Hopeless for me too, of course, with a wife and two children.
Yes. I see.
ln fact, she didn't marry him.
She went home and met this other man,
your father, I suppose.
Eight months later, my father died and I came into this place.
l sent in my papers and came back to England.
My wife wanted a holiday while we were waiting to move into the house.
So I said, "What about Dillmouth?" She knew nothing, of course.
You wanted to see Helen again? - So I thought.
lt was a mistake.
Janet's a jealous woman, always has been.
When did you last see Helen?
The night before we left. We met on the beach.
l walked with her back to the house.
What time was this?
About nine o'clock.
lt was getting dark.
We said goodbye.
Was that a Saturday? August 21 st?
Could have been. Yes, it was.
My wife was afraid the roads would be crowded.
Helen left on the Friday.
The night before. - Not because of me.
Was she afraid of anyone? My father? Was he a jealous man?
Why should he be? l was jealous of HlM.
Unless there was someone else.
Jealousy's a bloody awful thing. l know.
I'll do the talking.
Mrs Reed had to come back. She lost an earring in the garden.
Really? Did you find it? - Yes, thanks. I was lucky.
Thank you so much. I must go. - I'll see you to your car.
I'm sorry, Richard, but there's a very important call.
That's quite all right. Please, don't bother.
Thanks again... for everything.
Do you expect me to believe that? - Believe it or not...
You arranged it with the girl. I saw the way you were treating her.
For God's sake, Janet!
Marriage can be very difficult. This would have been disastrous.
My poor Walter! The girl was quite unsuitable.
Really, Mrs Fane? - She wasn't an actress or anything.
She was the local doctor's sister. More like a daughter, much younger.
He had no idea how to bring her up.
Got herself entangled with a young man at the office.
He had to go.
How was that? - Some confidential matter. Anyway...
Helen Kennedy was, l suppose, very pretty.
But I didn't think so.
l thought her hair was touched up. Walter proposed and she refused him.
That's why he went to Assam, or was it Burma? And what do you think?
The moment he'd gone, the silly girl changes her mind
and says she wants to marry him. - Dear me.
So she sets sail.
What do you think the next move is? - I can't imagine.
Has a love affair on the boat. A married man, would you believe?
So there was Walter on the quay to meet her,
and the first thing she does is to say she can't marry him.
Don't you think that's wicked?
Most distressing. lt might have quite unhinged him.
Walter has always had the most wonderful self-control.
What happened to Miss Kennedy? - She came home.
Had ANOTHER affair on the way back, only this time married the man.
They settled down here, next to the old hospital.
Within a year, she'd gone off with some married man.
A lucky escape for your son. - That's what I said.
And the first young man in your son's office?
He did very well for himself. Runs those coach tours...
Afflick's Daffodil Coaches. Bright yellow things.
Afflick? - Jackie Afflick.
A nasty, pushing fellow. There you are, Walter.
He's usually back about this time. - Hello, Mother.
This is Miss Marple. She's a friend of Dolly Bantry.
How do you do? - Very well, thank you.
Now that you're home, we must have some fresh tea.
No, don't bother, Mother.
My mother spoils me, I'm afraid.
It's all still a mystery. Walter Fane was just boring.
And poor Colonel Erskine!
Two down and one to find.
Let's hope Miss Marple's made some progress.
If only we could trace Lily Abott.
It's hopeless. We don't even know if she's still alive.
'Dear Doctor Kennedy,
l hope you can help me about the enclosed.
'Do you think it means money, or a reward,
because I could do with the money, I'm sure.
'l often think about the night Mrs Halliday went away
'and I don't think she ever did because I looked out the window
and saw the posh car what I seen before.
'l SAW before.
'l would like to see you first
because Mr Kimble wouldn't like me to get mixed up with the police.
'l could come and see you, sir, next market day.'
Two days a week aren't enough, not at this time of year.
I agree, Mr Foster!
So I feel I must lend a hand while Mrs Reed's away.
One can never relax with greenfly. - True enough, ma'am.
So sad. lt's nearly all part-time now. Were you once a full-time gardener?
Yes, I was. I worked for Dr Kennedy and his sister.
Mrs Reed's stepmother? - Miss Helen. Pretty maid she was.
Doctor set a lot of store by her.
Always wanting to go somewhere - dancing, tennis.
Funny thing l always thought that was.
What was that? - That tennis court.
Someone cut the net to ribbons one night.
Who would do a thing like that? - The doctor wanted to know that.
Said he weren't going to get another in case it happened again.
Rare and put out, Miss Helen was. Didn't have no luck.
First that net, then her foot. - What happened to her foot?
Tripped and fell. Just a graze but it wouldn't heal.
The doctor was fair worried, dressing it, treating it.
No more dancing or tennis for her that year.
Had she broken off her engagement to Mr Afflick?
That was nonsense.
SOMEBODY felt spiteful towards Helen.
Some of the young ladies, perhaps, but Jackie was too sharp.
That sort cut themselves in the end.
He weren't here long. Good riddance! Us don't want his sort in Dillmouth.
Let them go and be smart somewhere else.
Mrs Cocker. - Doctor Kennedy!
I'm sorry if I startled you. How are you keeping?
Pretty fair, thank you, doctor.
You must take it easy. l was looking for Mr and Mrs Reed.
Good morning.
Good morning, Foster. - Good morning, doctor.
I'm Doctor Kennedy. - How do you do?
Such nasty stinging stuff this but it does kill the greenfly.
Jane Marple. - How do you do.
Mr and Mrs Reed are away. - So I hear from Mrs Cocker.
This letter will interest them. - Is it from Lily?
l see you're in their confidence.
They did ask my advice but young people seldom take advice.
True. I'm fond of Gwennie.
She was a nice wee child but I'm afraid she's heading for trouble.
What did you tell her? - To let sleeping murder lie.
lf it was murder.
lt seems incredible to me I haven't heard from Helen in all these years.
But if she's dead, l should have been notified.
You were fond of her. - Aye.
l can still see her in this garden.
ln the short time she was here, she grew to love it very much.
Would you give this letter to Giles? I've answered it.
I'm seeing Lily on Thursday. Maybe they'd come to tea.
I'll see they get it directly they come home.
Yes, how very interesting!
lt's wonderful. We've heard from Lily
and you've found the third man, the awful Afflick.
You're a genius! - My dear boy!
We have news too.
This is your Home Office chap's report on the handwriting samples.
He says the letter and Helen's list are in the same hand.
Dear. - Why do you say that?
"Jealousy, cruel as the grave, the coals thereof are coals of fire."
Yes... as Mrs Erskine must know.
Here's the details of our coaches, Mr Reed.
Should be something for your boys' club there.
Thanks.
What was this other business you said you wanted to discuss.
Well... - lt's a private matter.
We're trying to trace a relation of mine and we think you may have known her.
Oh?
What was her name? - Helen Halliday.
Before she married my father, she was Helen Kennedy.
That was a long time ago, Mrs Reed.
So what's the trouble? A quarrel? Left home?
Or is it money?
She went away a few years before the war and no-one knows where she is.
Why ask me?
We heard you were friendly once. - Fat chance of that!
Does her brother know where she is? - He had two letters but no address.
A regular little mystery.
You could advertise. - We have.
No luck there? - No.
Maybe she's dead.
What did you really feel about her, Mr Afflick?
Now, there's a question.
I'll be honest with you, Mrs Reed, l felt sorry for the kid.
Sorry? - Just that.
With that brother of hers, she had no fun at all.
You didn't like Dr Kennedy.
Was he responsible for you losing your job?
You know about that, do you?
Yes, I was fired from Fane and Watchman's.
I've nought to hide.
Dirty work, it was.
And I know who was responsible.
But it wasn't Doctor Kennedy.
So I can't help you, I'm afraid.
l had a bit of fun with Helen... and that's all it was.
But you saw her again, after she was married.
Did l? Maybe I did, a couple of times.
Now, if you good people will excuse me.
Let me know what you want, 24 or 32 seater, and we'll oblige.
Think this is his? - lt must be.
A yellow peril. lsn't it horrible?
Remember what Lily said in the letter? About a posh car?
And Edie, "The mystery man in the flashy car."
l wonder what Lily's going to tell us this afternoon at Dr Kennedy's.
Do you think she really knows?
Admiring my bus?
Little Buttercup, I call her. l chose daffodils for the coaches.
So that all fits. Just my fancy.
Nice spot of weather. Think I'll take her for a spin.
Good day to you.
Damn! - Do you think he heard?
l hope not.
My! You DlD give me a surprise!
What are you doing here then?
No! NO!
l gave explicit directions. They were very simple.
Only a few minutes walk up the road.
More likely she decided not to come at all.
Perhaps her husband stepped in. These country folk are incalculable.
l wonder what she could have told us anyway.
Maybe nothing that matters - if Helen is alive or dead.
lf what she thinks is true, these letters to me were forgeries.
You know... I've been thinking a lot about her lately.
Helen? - Who could have killed her?
She had no enemies.
Here's a photograph.
For years I hadn't thought about her at all.
Now I think about her all the time.
lt's YOUR doing.
No.
No. I think it's her.
What do you mean? - Just that.
l can't explain it. lt's not us.
lt's Helen, herself.
That may be news.
Yes. I'm afraid it is murder.
Lily Kimble's body was found in the woods near Matchings Halt.
But I told her to go to Woodleigh Bolton.
We found your letter in her handbag. Was Mrs Kimble a patient of yours?
Not for twenty years.
You advised her to take the 3.30 train from Coombeleigh
and to get out at Woodleigh Bolton.
She had taken an earlier train. Her body was found about 3 o'clock.
She'd been strangled.
You were expecting her for tea? - Aye, at four o'clock.
Then what happened?
She probably agreed to meet somebody else
then continue her journey by the later train.
Any idea who?
lt's possible... - Yes, Mrs Reed?
l think my wife feels you should question a Jackie Afflick.
Daffodil Coaches. - Very well.
Now, is there anything else you think you want to tell me?
lf Mrs Kimble wasn't a patient of yours, Doctor Kennedy,
what was the purpose of her visit?
Did it also concern Mr and Mrs Reed? - Yes, it did.
lt's hard to explain.
l suppose it all started when l went to see a play in London.
"The Duchess of Malfi".
Why are they digging at that spot? - That was my idea.
Remember you were surprised that this window had no view to the sea?
Then Foster found the old steps.
lt's one of the things that made me think I'd been here before.
l think somebody wanted to dig new steps, so they covered up the old ones.
When anything new is dug...
Then it must have been my father. Who else could have done that?
I don't think we must jump to conclusions, not just yet.
You need a drink, darling.
Miss Marple? - Thank you, no.
l think Mrs Cocker is making tea.
l need something a little stronger.
lt was one of three people: Walter Fane, Erskine or Jackie Afflick.
And whoever it was, murdered Lily this afternoon.
Presumably the lnspector is checking alibis.
lt can't be Colonel Erskine. He's in Northumberland.
Of course!
That's one we CAN check up on. - What are you going to do?
l took their number. Here it is.
No, it's not urgent, Mrs Fane. I'll telephone his office in the morning.
Goodbye.
All three of them on the loose!
Mr Afflick? - Him too.
We saw him set off in his car.
They could all have met Lily off that train.
Here's your tea. - Thank you.
Could you put it there?
I'm sorry for keeping you so late.
I done some sandwiches. The men in the garden will want a bite, too.
I couldn't walk out on you now.
Excuse me, Mrs Reed. - Yes, lnspector?
I'm sorry, Gwennie. Miss Marple was right.
We've found... what we were looking for.
What is it?
l knew it! l saw where they was digging...!
lt's all right. - My life!
Doctor Kennedy is here. - Just sit back.
We know this old trouble, don't we?
Will you warn the hospital we're on our way?
lnspector?
Before your people go home, might I have a word with you?
Yes, Miss Marple. - lt lS important, I think.
You'd better tell me. - Yes.
You see, I'm rather worried. May I confide in you? You see...
Hello? - Hello, Gwenda.
I'm at the hospital. Mrs Cocker's fine. - Have they seen her?
They're keeping her in, so I'll go to her place to fetch some things.
How long will you be? - About an hour.
I'll get the dinner on. - Marvellous. Thanks.
Love you. - Love you. Bye.
Hello?
Who is it?
Hello, Gwennie.
l came from the hospital. Mrs Cocker's going to be fine.
Yes, I know. Giles just phoned.
Why have you come? - I wanted to see you.
Just as you were that night.
A little girl standing on the stairs, the way you remembered it.
l watched Helen come home. l saw her from the hospital window.
ln those days, it was just across the road.
She was with a man. ...Richard Erskine.
l knew she was in love with him, planning to run away.
And l... should lose her.
Because you see, Gwennie... l couldnae bear that.
lt was you...
...you I saw.
Just a wee girl as Helen was once.
l didnae want to do her any harm.
...Just hold her close - tight and safe.
"With her golden hair... The death of young ones is never to be pitied.
"Cover her face.
"My eyes are dazzled," Gwennie...
But I don't want to lose you. My darling...
My dearest sister...
There, there, my dear.
Miss Marple!
You didn't think I'd leave you alone, did you?
Of course, so many things pointed to him, but, most of all,
he was at the right place at the right time.
Then there were those signs of a terrible possessive madness:
the damaged tennis net, the graze that wouldn't heal.
We thought Helen was a nymphomaniac!
That's what Dr Kennedy told you. - She only wanted to get away.
Jackie Afflick said he was sorry for her.
Then there was Lily. - Poor Lily!
Dr Kennedy didn't know that she was at the pictures
that evening of the murder.
He thought she knew the truth.
He thought she'd seen him walking from the hospital to the house.
"A posh car. I'd seen it before."
So he wrote and told her to catch an earlier train to Matchings Halt.
He killed her then exchanged that letter for the one the police found.
And Helen's letter and the sample of her writing were both by him.
So they looked the same. - Why didn't we think of that?
You believed what he told you.
lt's very dangerous to believe people. l haven't for years.
But the most wicked thing was the way he deluded your poor father,
using drugs to cause hallucinations and involving an innocent man
in his own fantasies of strangling and domination.
Part of his mind was cool and calculating,
even persuading your father to make changes
so that Helen's grave was already dug.
l should have seen it at once.
It was the play, you see. "Cover her face."
Those are words spoken by a brother who contrived his sister's death.
Poor Helen... who died young.
l hope she's really sleeping now.
l think she is.
Now, my dears, have you thought any more about the new rose beds?
Well, we wanted your advice.
l always think the old and trusted are best you know.
They bring out so many new ones...