"Paper!" "Paper!" "Miss Harriet Vane to face retrial!" "Date fixed for new hearing!" "Paper!" "Paper!" "Charles!" "What have you found?" "Look, Peter," "I don't want you to become too optimistic." "You get Bunter to track me halfway cross London, you must have found something." "Philip Boyes..." "the missing ten minutes." "We found the pub, and it seems that there was a man there who fits a description..." "A man who answers to the description of Boyes?" "And what's more, feeling ill and producing a packet of white powder." "The arsenic?" "could have been arsenic." "Wonderful!" "Excellent news!" "I knew you'd react like this." "Why not?" "Because I am convinced that this suicide theory you have about Boyes is rubbish." "Rubbish?" "!" "Your vision's clouded because of her..." "Harriet Vane." "Peter, can you tell me in all honesty that you're not allowing your judgement to be affected by your emotions?" "Yes, I can." "Peter..." "Not arsenic..." "Bicarbonate of soda." "How wonderfully mundane." "Anti-climactic, to say the least." "So I was wrong about Philip, then... killing himself." "Now it looks more than ever as if I did it." "You mustn't give way." "That's easy to say." "I've come up with something very interesting, something that could..." "Peter, please!" "What?" "Don't." "Please, don't, you know... tell me things to give me hope." "No, no." "I'm not making things up to cheer you." "I'm going straight from here to visit Miss Climpson, a lady of infinite resources." "Peter..." "No, hear me out." "I'm sending her on a mission, and I'm absolutely certain that this one is the key." "Peter, I...you are... you're very sweet, but..." "But?" "Me no buts." "I'm certain now, really." "How's the story coming along?" "It isn't." "It's too close to me, I suppose." "I was trying to think of something funny to say..." "I..." "I can't." "It would be awful if you were funny all the time." "Yes." "It would, wouldn't it?" "(Sobbing)" "All:" "Good morning, Lord Peter." "'Morning." "Oh!" "Lord Peter." "I feel rather silly to be caught like this." "I just dropped my eraser, and it seems to have taken an eccentric bounce." "Forget your eraser, Miss Climpson." "I have a job for you." "You seem, Lord Peter..." "Your tone!" "Yes, I'm in a rotten mood." "I'm sorry, it's nothing personal." "But the fact is," "I can't think of anyone but your good self to do this job I have in mind, and it's urgent." "How kind of you to put it like that." "And I don't in the least know how you set about it." "Depends on what you'll find when you get there." "Might I suggest you sit down and try to encapsulate the essence of what it is you wish me to do." "You are to go to Windle, in..." "Oh." "Thank you." "Windle, in Westmorland, and seek out a paralyzed and imbecile old lady called Mrs Wrayburn." "She lives in a house called Appleford." "I don't know how you get in there, but there must be somebody who looks after her." "But anyway, you have to get in and find out where her will is kept." "When you've got it, you are to read it and let me know what the contents are." "Oh, dear." "And what's more, you've only got a week to do it in." "That's a very short time!" "Miss Vane's life may be at stake." "Unless I can find a very good reason for delay in the form of new evidence, the case is bound to come up on the 17th." "Dear me!" "And I have nothing." "Except for this..." "except this idea, which you must turn into evidence." "Well... one can only do one's best." "This investigation of mine is directed, I take it, at Mr. Urquhart?" "Yes." "He is Mrs. Wrayburn's great-nephew." "Yes." "I wasn't absolutely sure to what degree they're related." "Find out anything at all to his disadvantage." "And this imbecile and paralyzed old lady, as you describe her, must have some female companion." "Yes." "A nurse, possibly." "And that, I think, is where I could play the Trojan horse." "The...the sleuth in sheep's clothing?" "Ha ha ha!" "Well..." "when do I start?" "Peter:" "The cards simply aren't working for me at all this evening." "Third hand I've played and never once looked like getting out." "Hardly surprising, m'lord." "As you say, hardly surprising." "And it would be the queen of spades." "I shouldn't attach too much importance to it, m'lord." "(Doorbell) I'm hardly at home to anyone, Bunter." "Shall I ignore it, m'lord?" "No." "Better see who it is." "Evening, Bunter." "Old Peter at home?" "Hardly at home to anyone." "Evening, Mr. Freddy." "Come in." "Thank you, Bunter." "Evening, old bean." "Dear old thing..." "a welcome surprise." "How goes the world?" "Um, have a drink." "Give Bunter your coat." "Can't stay." "En passant, as the frenchies say." "Time for a tot, surely?" "Scotch, Mr. Freddy?" "No, mustn't linger." "Called by, really, to give you the dope on Urquhart." "Just got it from my chappie that he did do a pretty high dive into Megatherium Trust, and therefore must have lost a considerable packet." "That is good news." "One man's misfortune, and all that." "Now I can hope only that Miss Climpson is storming the battlements." "The battlements?" "Miss Climpson:" ""Well, Lord Peter." ""At the third attempt," ""I found this quite suitable boarding house." ""It is very well run and refined," ""and there are three elderly ladies" ""who are permanent boarders here," ""and are well up in all the gossip of the town," ""so that nothing could be more advantageous" ""for our purpose." ""This morning I went out for a little voyage of discovery." ""I found a very helpful policeman" ""in the town square, and asked him" ""where I might find Mrs. Wrayburn's house." ""He knew it quite well," ""and told me to take the omnibus," ""and it would be a three ha'penny ride" ""to the Fisherman's Arms," ""and then about fifteen minutes walk." ""So I followed his directions" ""and the bus took me right out into the country." ""I made further enquiries concerning the house" ""from the conductor," ""and once again" ""he was most helpful and polite" ""and told me which direction I should take" ""to the Wrayburn house." ""I looked at it from the road for some little time, and then decided I must get a closer look."" ""The grounds are enormous!" ""It was a delightful walk up the long private road" ""that approached the house," ""but I began to feel a little uneasy," ""in case my presence might cause suspicion" ""to the inhabitants." ""The garden seemed very neglected," ""and as I drew nearer," ""I could see that most of the blinds were drawn," ""as though the greater part of the house" ""was uninhabited." ""I was certainly not seeing anybody about." ""I turned away," ""and was considering what I should do next," ""when something prompted me to turn back." ""it was most fortunate that I did," ""for this person turned out to be Miss Booth," ""nurse and guardian to Mrs. Wrayburn..." ""and reputedly with an interest in Spiritualism." ""Or so my friend Mrs. Pegler," ""a very stout, fussy old lady with a very busy tongue," ""informed me." ""I then discovered that Miss Booth" ""was in the habit of frequenting a cafe in Windle called the Oriental."" "(Ladies chatting)" "Excuse me, does this little package belong to you?" "I picked it up just outside the door." "No, it's not ours." "Excuse me, is this little parcel yours?" "Uh, no, no." "it isn't mine." "So kind of you, but I only have two articles, and they're both here." "Oh, how very odd." "I felt sure someone must have dropped it coming in here." "I wonder what I'd better do with it?" "I shouldn't think it's very valuable, but one never knows." "You could hand it in to the cashier in case the owner comes back." "How clever of you." "You must think me very foolish, but the idea never occurred to me." "I'm not very practical, I'm afraid." "I could never take up your profession, could I?" "Any little emergency leaves me quite bewildered." "Largely a question of training." "And self-training, too, of course." "All these little weaknesses can be cured by placing the mind under higher control, don't you think that?" "Yes, I suppose that's true." "Such a mistake to imagine that anything in the mental sphere is either large or small." "Our least thoughts and actions and equally directed by higher centers of spiritual power, if we can bring ourselves to believe that." "What would you like to order, madam?" "Oh." "Oh, dear." "I seem to have intruded myself on your table." "Oh, don't get up, please." "You're quite sure?" "I don't wish to interrupt you." "Not at all." "I live a very solitary life." "Always glad for a friend to talk to." "How very nice." "Well, I'll have scones and butter and a pot of tea, please." "Thank you, mum." "Ahem." "yours is just coming, mum." "Pardon me, but I see you're a student of Spiritualism." "A very...elementary student." "Isn't it a wee bit, um, dangerous?" "I have been told I'm a sensitive, myself, but I've never dared to try." "It's not dangerous if you know the right way." "Unfortunately, I'm not Mediumistic, myself." "Did you say you have Mediumistic qualities?" "Well, I have been told so, yes." "You're obviously a very sympathetic person." "It's quite possible we could get good results if we sat together." "And the spirits are pathetically eager to communicate." "Of course, I wouldn't like to try unless I was sure of the person." "There are so many fraudulent Mediums around." "But with someone like yourself, one would be absolutely safe." "Well, I'm not sure..." "Oh, please, I do know we are a sympathetic blend." "Oh." "Well..." "Well, I'm willing to try." "Good." "Good." ""I have stormed the citadel." ""I am going to the house tonight," ""and you may expect great things." ""In haste to catch the evening post," ""yours very sincerely," "Katherine A. Climpson."" "(Playing Handel sonata)" "(Clicking noise)" "(Click click)" ""Ever loving Harry"" "Harry..." "First-class frame, pride of place, fresh flowers..." "I think Harry's passed over." "Yes..." "Sorry to keep you waiting." "The old dear was particularly trying this evening." "But she'll be all right now for a couple of hours." "Perhaps we can make a start." "Oh, yes, straightaway!" "I'm so eager to try." "This is the table we usually use." "Do we sit in the light?" "Not full light." "Strong light shatters the spirit, you see." "So I usually use one of these." "It's quite bright enough for taking notes, you see." "Will you take them?" "Very well." "Which side shall you sit?" "Oh, this will do for me." "You don't mind the light behind you, then?" "No, no, not at all." "Good." "It will help screen the rays from the table, you see." "Yes, that's rather what I thought." "Yes." "Right." "Ohh... (Whispering) Did you get something?" "A feeling like pins and needles in my fingers." "So have I." "We'll get something soon." "My wrists ache rather." "That's the power coming through." "Yes..." "that's what I thought." "Ohh..." "I feel sure there's a power all about us." "Oh!" "Oooh!" "I could feel a cold thrill on my spine!" "I have a feeling like as though something were gripping the back of my neck." "Don't move!" "My arms have gone dead from the elbow." "Shh!" "So have mine." "Oh!" "Oh!" "I'm tingling from head to foot!" "Oh!" "Ohh!" "Ohh..." "Ohh!" "Is there a spirit there?" "(Click)" "Oh!" "Will you give one knock for "Yes,"" "And two for "No"?" "(Click)" "(Gasps)" "Are you one of the spirits who have visited me before?" "(Click click)" "Are you speaking on behalf of another spirit?" "(Click)" "Does he want to speak to my friend?" "(Click click)" "To me, then?" "(Click)" "Ohh!" "Ohhh!" "Ohh!" "Is it the spirit of a woman?" "(Click click)" "A man?" "(Click)" "Is it the spirit" "I've been trying to communicate with?" "(Click)" "Will you speak to me by means of the alphabet, using one knock for "a,"" "And two for "b," and so on?" "(Click)" "What is your name?" "(Click click click click)" "(Click click click click)" ""h"!" "(Click)" ""a"." "(18 clicks)" ""r"!" "Oh!" "Is it..." "Is it Harry?" "(Click)" "Ohh!" "Ohh!" "Ohhh!" "Ohh!" "Oh, Harry!" "At last!" "Ohhh..." "Ah, you dear Harry." "Are you happy?" "(Click)" "Yes?" "(Click click)" "No?" "Oh, Harry, it wasn't my fault, was it?" "(Click click)" "Oh!" "Oh, thank you, Harry, because it is true, you know... well, of course, you must know, mustn't you?" "Do you have a special message for me?" "(No clicking)" "Do you, Harry?" "Please tell me you do have a special message for me." "Harry?" "Ohh...." "Oh!" "Oh, I'm quite exhausted!" "Oh!" "You are a wonderfully strong Medium!" "Did you get the answers you wanted?" "Oh, yes, indeed!" "Didn't you hear?" "I..." "I didn't follow it all." "Unfortunately, you just got to the most important question when the power left you." "But perhaps after a cup of tea?" "Oh, yes, Lucy, a cup of tea would be lovely!" "Right away, Katherine, right away." "I'll make some tea and have a quick check of Mrs. Wrayburn." "Just rest awhile." "I won't be long." "(Sighs deeply)" "(Door closes)" "Katherine:" "C-r-e-m..." "Do you mean Cremorna?" "Cremorna..." "Cremorna Garden?" "Rosanna Wrayburn?" "(Altered voice) I am Rosanna Wrayburn, and I seek your help." "Oh!" "But..." "Mrs. Wrayburn, I've just left you." "Have you passed over?" "!" "No, not yet." "In exile." "Are you still in the body?" "Not in the body, not out of the body..." "What you call "the mind" has departed, the spirit awaits the great change." "Ohh.." "You wanted our help..." "Are you in trouble, Mrs. Wrayburn?" "Trouble!" "Great trouble!" "My will!" "You want to alter your will?" "No, but you must make haste..." "Send it to Norman." "Norman Urquhart?" "Yes, yes." "He knows." "But make haste." "The will..." "is it in the safe?" "Make haste..." "The will!" "Is it in the safe?" "!" "Ohh..." "She's left you, hasn't she?" "Ohh!" "How extraordinary!" "I never knew I had the gift!" "I was completely taken over!" "Oh, dear!" "I wish she'd answered about the safe." "Yes, that's a pity, but that's obviously the place to look, isn't it?" "Yes, but there's a combination." "Combination?" "Yes, and I don't know what it is." "Oh, dear." "You have a wonderful gift, Katherine." "Well, I don't know about that, Lucy..." "Katherine!" "Yes?" "You don't think that Mrs. Wrayburn has died, do you?" "Oh, no, no." "You heard her..." ""Waiting for the great change."" "Oh, of course..." "The great change." "The little black book!" "Little black book?" "I've seen Mr. Urquhart consult it!" "Do you know where it is?" "It's in the dressing table!" "Dressing table..." "has it got a lock?" "Yes, but I know where the key is." "Come on!" "Come on!" "It's all right, Mrs. Wrayburn." "We're going to carry out your wishes." "Lucy: 4... 0... 8." "Well..." "Isn't that splendid." "It was so late I stayed the night!" "I was hoping to get the opportunity to steam open the envelope, but unfortunately, it didn't occur." "I've just left Miss Booth now at the Post Office, dispatching it to Mr. Norman Urquhart." "She wrote an excellent covering letter, which she showed me, explaining the circumstances, but mentioning no names." "Isn't that good?" "Anyway, I'm afraid now, Lord Peter, it's up to our Miss Murchison to uncover the secrets." "You must contact her without delay." "I will do that, Miss Climpson." "And you've done a wonderful job..." "Wonderful!" "Oh!" "Is anything the matter, Mr. Pond?" "No, nothing." "A foolish letter from a foolish member of your sex." "Well, that's nothing new." "Can you read shorthand, Mr. Pond?" "No!" "In my day, that was not considered necessary." "I couldn't quite make out this outline." "It looks like "give consent to,"" "but it could be "give consideration to."" "There's a difference, isn't there?" "There most certainly is." "Perhaps I'd better not risk it, it's got to go off this morning." "I'd better ask him." "I've told you," "I like you to knock before entering!" "I'm so sorry, I forgot." "Now, what is it?" "!" "I couldn't quite make out my shorthand note from your letter to Duke and Peabody, and I thought it better to come and ask you." "I do wish you'd take your notes more clearly." "If I'm going to fast for you, you should tell me." "It would save time and trouble in the end, now, wouldn't it?" "Yes, Mr. Urquhart." "Yes." "Well, now, what seems to be the trouble?" "Harriet: "Stone walls do not a prison make," ""nor iron bars a cage." ""minds innocent and quiet" ""take that for an hermitage." ""If I have freedom in my love" ""and in my soul I'm free," "Angels alone that soar above enjoy such liberty."" "(Bells toll in distance)" "Oh, damn!" "Good heavens!" "Oh!" ""The real estate is left to Philip Boyes absolutely." ""59,000 pounds is left to Philip Boyes also, cash."" "50,000 cash!" ""The remainder is left to Norman Urquhart, who is appointed sole executor."" "Sole executor who's already gambled away Boyes's 50,000 on the Megatherium Trust!" "And there you have it..." "motive." "Motive, Miss Murchison!" "Yes, Lord Peter." "I knew there was something fishy about that will." "But I still can't understand why, after she was so badly treated by the Boyes family..." "There was a relevant paragraph." ""the greater part of the property" ""is left to Philip Boyes" ""in token that the testatrix" ""forgives the ill-treatment meted out to her by his family, for which he, Philip, was not responsible."" "Rather touching, what?" "All becomes clear, eh, Freddy?" "The will was dated June 5th, 1920, and the witnesses were Eva Gabbons, housekeeper, and John Briggs, a gardener." "Congratulations, Miss Murchison." "We will celebrate immediately with a bottle of Pommery!" "Before we do, Lord Peter," "I think you should see this." "There was about two ounces of this mysterious white powder in a packet in Mr. Urquhart's safe." "My word... what have we here?" "This is work for Bunter's darkroom, I'd say." "It's working, or something." "Lovely, lovely." "Miss Murchison:" "Is that arsenic?" "I hope so." "It's either arsenic or antimony." "Allow me, m'lord." "Addition of a small quantity of solute chlorinated lime should decide the question beyond reach of cavil." "Arsenic, definitely." "Of course it's arsenic." "Didn't I always say so?" "Is that all?" "Isn't that enough?" "Not quite." "Quick, Bunter, pour the champagne." "Parker's about to pour the cold water." "Parker:" "We've merely proved that Urquhart has arsenic in his possession." "By the way," "I notice it's ordinary white arsenious acid without any mixture of charcoal or indigo, which agrees with what was found at the postmortem." "Now, that's satisfactory." "Thank you, Bunter." "help yourself." "Thank you, m'lord." "But it would be even more satisfactory if we could provide an opportunity for Urquhart to have administered it." "Unfortunately, all we've done so far is demonstrate clearly that he couldn't have given it to Boyes during the dinner." "I.e., in exactly the period right for the symptoms... when they later appeared." "No, to convince a jury," "I should prefer something better than a credo quia impossible." "Riddle-me-right and riddle-me-ree, we've forgotten something, that's all." "Probably something quite obvious." "Give me the statutory dressing gown and an ounce of shag and I will endeavor to dispose of this little difficulty in a brace of shakes." "In the meantime, Parker," "I trust you will stand by to arrest the right man when the moment comes." "Gladly." "(Peter playing Beethoven's Pathetique sonata)" "(Clock chiming)" "(Stops playing)" "I've got it, Bunter." "Permit me to offer my congratulations, m'lord." "Almost..." "Not quite." "I couldn't sleep, m'lord." "I wondered if I could get you anything." "No, thanks." "Let's have a cigarette." "Been thinking about what appears to be the crux of the matter." "Crux, m'lord?" "Hmm." "Obviously, it's that last meal between Urquhart and Boyes." "That's the crux and the key." "Sit down, Bunter." "Now..." "Hannah Westlock said that nothing that was eaten upstairs wasn't eaten by herself and cook later." "Her actual words, m'lord, were, "Cook and me had just the same," ""and all as sweet as could be, 'cept, of course, for the omelette."" "The omelette." "It was made with four eggs." "Yes, m'lord, and Hannah Westlock remarked that one of the eggs was... cracked." ""but they was the last four in the 'ouse."" "The last four in the house." "One of them was cracked... through that crack, Bunter, there shines the light of revelation." "A light burning with ever-increasing brightness, a light...blinding in its intensity!" "Would you care for cocoa, m'lord?" "Hannah Westlock and your way with the ladies." "You are to play upon her susceptibilities once more and discover the name of Urquhart's hairdresser." "Mr. Urguhart's hairdresser?" "And when you have found it, you are to pay him a visit." "Within the next few hours, the guilty party will be arrested, and Harriet Vane, completely vindicated, will be a free woman." "But the retrial is tomorrow, Peter, are you really that confident?" "Absolutely and completely." "I would never..." "I may be a bit of a fool..." "But never would I make such a..." "Peter..." "I do believe you." "Thank you." "It's just hard for it to sink in, you know." "It's hard to believe the end of the nightmare." "Yes." "It'll take some time, no doubt about it." "You have been wonderful the way you... the way you're supported me and acted on my behalf." "It was nothing." "You are the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, how else could I have behaved?" "You're such a romantic, Peter." "A sort of latter day knight errant, searching for opportunities to perform deeds of valor, rescue damsels in distress..." "What's wrong with that?" "I've had a lover, Peter," "I've been accused of murdering him." "I'm not going to rush into another affair." "Marriage." "Marriage, affair..." "what's the difference?" "It's supposed to be love, isn't it?" "I'm sorry." "And I'm sorry." "Sorry I can't say I love you." "And even... because I do like you... even if we did get married, it wouldn't be fair to you, so please stop asking me," "I..." "I don't know, I can't think." "I can't see beyond the next two weeks." "I just want to be out of this, to be left alone." "I'm going away." "I've always wanted to travel..." "To Greece, Venice..." "You're such a romantic, Harriet." "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" "At least I can make you laugh." "And surely that's better than tears." "(Ringing)" "Yes, Pond?" "Oh, put him through, please." "Ah, Lord Peter." "This is an unexpected pleasure." "A drink this evening?" "Oh, I should be delighted." "Six o'clock it is, then." "I shall look forward to it." "Bunter:" "I thought perhaps the cordon bleu, m'lord?" "That'll do splendidly." "Very good, m'lord, I shall decant it at once." "Oh, and make some of that filthy turkish coffee for Mr. Urquhart." "I'll have my usual Mocha." "M'lord." "Urguhart:" "My dear Lord Peter, all that you've been saying for the last hour regarding my unfortunate cousin's demise is most interesting, but really, there is nothing fresh there, is there?" "You know, these really are excellent... excellent!" "Mmm!" "The genuine eastern variety." "Bunter's choice." "I'll tell him it was appreciated." "Perhaps I'd better come to the latest discoveries..." "Megatherium Trust, for example." "Megatherium Trust?" "Played pretty steeply there, didn't you?" "I had some shares in it, yes." "Some losses?" "Best part of 50,000 pounds, I'd say." "50,000 pounds?" "But that's ridiculous!" "About the same amount as was left to Philip Boyes in the genuine will..." "The original will drawn up by you under Mrs. Wrayburn's instructions." "Now, in the phony will, it was stated that nothing should be left to any member of the Boyes family on account of the abominable treatment meted out by that family to Mrs. Wrayburn, but..." "I quote from the genuine will..." ""The greater part of the property" ""is left to Philip Boyes" ""in token that the testatrix forgives the ill-treatment" ""meted out to her by his family for which he, Philip, wasn't responsible."" "May I ask how you have obtained this very remarkable information?" "The police." "Wonderful thing, police organizations." "Remarkable what they can come up with when they put their minds up to it." "More coffee?" "No, thank you." "You're not denying any of this, I assume?" "Well, I'm listening." "When you have finished this extraordinary statement," "I may perhaps discover what it is I have to deny." "Simply the poisoning of Philip Boyes." "You must admit, the motive is there." "Well, allowing that this preposterous accusation were true, which I must emphatically deny," "I would be most interested to know how you imagine that I administered the arsenic." "Have you worked out something ingenious for that?" "It was, in fact, the whole episode of the meal... with the careful accounting for every dish to support the idea that nothing could possibly contain poison... that attracted my attention to you right from the start." "It was the omelette, wasn't it?" "The omelette?" "!" "Oh, that's ridiculous!" "I mean, I ate it with absolutely no ill effects, and damnit, my cousin made it himself!" "So he did... four eggs, if I remember rightly." "I think I'm also right in saying that one of them was cracked when they were brought to the table." "Well, possibly." "I don't remember." "But Hannah Westlock does." "It is, in fact, quite easy to introduce a little powdered arsenic into a cracked egg..." "I've made the same experiment myself." "Are you suggesting that in whisking four eggs together, one particular poisoned egg was somehow kept miraculously separated from the rest and deposited with this load of arsenic at one end of the omelette only?" "Or that my cousin deliberately helped himself to the poisoned end and left the rest to me?" "Not at all." "I'm merely suggesting that the arsenic was in the omelette and came there by way of the egg." "Well, there seems to be flaws in your theory, as well as in the eggs." "Continuing on the subject of omelettes... that is to say, arsenic... it's not good for people in the general way, as you know, but there are these tiresome Syrian peasants one reads about so much, who take it for fun..." "Good for the wind, they say, clears the complexion, keeps the hair sleek." "They give it to their horses for the same reason." "Not that horses have complexions, of course, though hair, certainly, and, as we know, wind." "But I digress." "No, no, most interesting." "And it is attested that that horrid man Maybrick increased the dose of liquor arsenicalis taken in a tonic over a period of 18 months by 75%." "That's enough to kill an ordinary person." "But you know all this." "I certainly do not!" "You see, it occurred to me, old thing, that if you'd had the idea to give yourself a whatsit... an immunization... you could easily enjoy a jolly old arsenical omelette with a friend." "It would kill him, but it wouldn't had you." "This is a monstrous accusation." "Then how do you account for the packet of arsenic found in your office?" "And how do you account for this?" "Clippings of your hair and nails, by kind permission of your pretty little manicurist Susie, and bung full of arsenic..." "explain that, if you will." "I have for some time been taking a medicine containing slight traces of arsenic." "Dr. Grainger will furnish you with the prescription..." "That may have left a deposit in my hair and skin!" "I repeat...this is a monstrous accusation!" "And how is it that tonight you have taken a dose of arsenic sufficient to kill two or three ordinary people?" "The sweetmeats you've been guzzling for the last hour and a half are smothered in white arsenic." "You should have been rolling about in agony for the last hour." "Damn you, Wimsey!" "You've tricked me!" "You've got me by a vile, damnable trick!" "Yes, we have got you, Urquhart." "We certainly have got you." "It's all right." "It's only icing sugar." "Oh, damn you..." "Damn you!" "Damn you!" "Barrister:" "I understand, my lord, that further information has come to the police which definitely proves the entire innocence of my client." "I also understand, my lord, that a further arrest has been made and that an enquiry will follow." "My lord, this lady must go forth into the world acquitted, not only at this bar, but the bar of public opinion." "Any ambiguity would be intolerable." "And I'm quite sure, my lord, that I have the support of the Attorney General's office for what I say." "By all means." "I am instructed to say, my lord, that in withdrawing the charge against the prisoner, the Crown proceeds from a complete conviction of her innocence and offers no evidence against her." "Judge:" "I am very glad to hear it." "Prisoner at the bar..." "The Crown, by unreservedly withdrawing this dreadful charge against you, have demonstrated your innocence in the clearest possibly way." "After this, nobody will be able to suppose that the slightest imputation rests upon you." "And I most heartily congratulate you on this very satisfactory ending to your long ordeal." "(Tumultuous applause)" "Judge:" "Order!" "Order!" "Come on!" "Are we going to have coffee to celebrate?" "I will telephone you." "Maybe we shall have tea." "'Bye, dear." "Good-bye." "Thank you very much." "Harriet:" "I'm going away..." "I've always wanted to travel... to Greece, Venice..." "Peter: you're such a romantic, Harriet." "Harriet:" "Ha ha ha!" "Peter:" "At least I can make you laugh." "Harriet:" "And surely that's better than tears..."