Marple (2004) s03e04 Episode Script
Nemesis
THE HEART OF ENGLAND 1940 Ich sturze ab, ich sturze ab! Ich kann sie nicht halten! - credit goes to the original subber - Bin ich im Himmel? Am I in Heaven? 11 YEARS LATER Obituary Jason Rafiel Philanthropist and man of letters NEMESIS Miss Marple? - Yes.
- I'm Mr Broadribb.
You're not terrifying, after all.
- Should I be? - Mr Rafiel called you Nemesis.
The bequest is modest A gramophone? It's very thoughtful of Jason but Oh, no, Mr Rafiel left you £500.
But there ls a conditlon attached .
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which he wanted to tell you himself.
Jane, I wish you to investigate a possible crime and right a dreadful wrong.
The pieces of the puzzle I have, myself, assembled but it wlll be for you to fit them together into a complete and, I suspect, most terrible picture.
Then,my dear,I imagine you returning to your beautiful roses carefree again.
But first, you must once more become that goddess of retribution and righteous anger.
Once more, be Nemesis.
Let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everlasting stream.
And there was this.
Two tickets to a mystery coach tour.
''Take a trusted companion "of your choosing to support you if danger threatens ".
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which it may.
'' The choice is yours.
I know the deadline looms.
That's what deadlines are for, to loom and scare but until the muse descends You're my agent, Marjorie, just tell the publishers the new Raymond West will be sensational.
Hold, please, Marjorie.
Raymond West.
Oh, Sophia.
Avril? No, l haven't seen Avril for Hold, please, Sophia.
Avril! I didn't mean it.
You were perfect Marjorie, I'm writing a novel, not baking a cake.
How do I know how long it's Tuesday week? Oh, tell them what the hell you like.
Sophia.
Hello? Oh, Avril.
I knew you'd be back! I knew you'd be back, my Aunt Jane.
I tried to telephone but the line's always engaged.
How wonderfully lovely to see you.
- My favourite aunt.
- Your only aunt, Raymond.
- Is something the matter? - I've had a strange request.
Fascinating.
What kind of man was Jason Rafiel? He was German but left in 1933 when the Nazis burned his books.
He wrote about justice.
I admired him more than I can say.
And he'd have done anything for me.
What did he mean by ''a possible crime''? Something that happened that may or may not have been a crime? Or a crime that hasn't happened yet but possibly will.
Daffodil Tours? Find where Truth lies and you will find the truth.
I could do with a holiday.
Avril and Sophia can wait.
- I like a girl in uniform.
- I'll take those for you.
Just wait in the barn for a moment.
Beauty and the beast.
Sydney and Margaret Lumley.
- Morning.
- Good morning.
- Sir Good morning.
- Morning.
Either Michael Faber or Laurence Raeburn.
They're the only single travellers.
He looks like an off-duty undertaker.
Could be handy if someone's murdered.
Good morning.
- Morning.
- Good morning.
- Welcome to Daffodil Tours.
- Morning.
Amanda Dalrymple and friend.
I hope he knows what he's letting himself in for.
Why? Is she another of your Certainly not.
Perish the thought.
- Ray! Quelle surprise! - Oui, isn't it? You've brought your dinky typewriter.
Are your fingers tip-tip-tapping with a new novel? They never never stop.
Er Meet my aunt, Miss Jane Marple.
The Honourable Amanda Dalrymple.
What a curiously charming hat! Raymond's treating me to a little break and Oh, my solicitor and generalthing.
- Derek Turnbull.
- Sit.
What fun, eh? Yes.
Raeburn? Even the lower orders need a holiday sometime.
Evidently.
- Just wait inside a moment.
- Thank you.
Poor chap.
Tank Regiment, from his tie.
Captain Martin Waddy and his wife Rowena.
- Don't fuss.
It's fine.
- Sorry.
Good morning, Sisters.
Welcome.
Thank you.
There's something about nuns, don't you think? All that scratchy black.
Oh.
Mother Superior Agnes Carson and Sister Clotilde Merryweather.
What a merry little band we are.
We're just waiting for our last passenger.
Sorry for the delay.
- Don't mention it.
- Why, thank you.
I'm Georgina Barrow, your guide and driver.
We nearly left without you.
But you did not.
Good.
Yes.
Good.
Thank you.
Guten Morgen.
Michael Faber.
He's a bloody German.
- I beg your pardon? - Oh, nothing.
I was just wondering.
- This your first time over here? - Second.
I was in the Luftwaffe.
I'm sure you're most welcome, Mr Faber.
Thank you, Sister.
Old sins cast long shadows.
Do you get the impression everybody knows everybody? What would I do without you? Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Daffodil, welcometo our little mystery tour.
And it's off we go! Let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everlasting stream.
I expect that's the map that he used to bomb us.
The war's over.
- May I, Mr Raeburn? - Oh, please.
I prefer a coach to a train, don't you? Yes.
A straight line's all very well but twists and turns are so much more absorbing.
What brings you on the tour? I was kindly sent a ticket by a gentleman who remembered me from a house party.
But I can't recall him.
- As one gets older - Amos Flaire.
- Flair? How unusual.
- With an E.
- I don't know why I can't remember him.
- Oh, do shut up! Daffodil Tours asked me along to get them a mention in Tatler.
What's Biarritz done to deserve your absence? - Too many other expenses.
- Who asked you? Do you know Miss Dalrymple? I was in service to her uncle as his butler.
Isn't that odd? Isn't it? Sister? Sorry Have you been to Dorking? Not to my knowledge.
- Are there many nuns in Dorking? - No.
No.
You must just have one of those faces.
Ladies and gentlemen, our first stop is the historic Forrester Grange, ancestral home of the Forrester family.
Is something the matter? It's where I was in service to Lord Forrester.
This splendid basilica recalls the glory of ancient Rome in the heart of England.
Notice the gilded gods looking down on us lesser mortals as we make our way through the riot of coloured marble and on into the ballroom The ninth Lord Forrester was renowned for extravagant balls, attracting the crême de la crême of society.
The Prince of Wales is said to have danced the fandango here in 1814.
It's lovely here, isn't it? Moving on.
And there's Lord Forrester with his family in 1772.
Attributed to Thomas Gainsborough but who really knows? The wall hangings are of crimson silk by the Huguenot weavers of Spitalfields.
Moving on.
136 feet in length.
The long gallery was designed to afford variety and amusement for those ladies retreating from the unseemly revelry of gentlemen still at dinner.
Next, the print room.
The original wood panelling was replaced in 1767 Are you unwell? Unsettled.
- Memories? - Yes.
Why have we come here of all places? - It is a coincidence, isn't it? - Another one.
First Miss Dalrymple and now Forrester Grange.
Is Lord Forrester still in residence? No, he's in a nursing home.
Not long for this world, so I hear.
His children will have quite a responsibility.
Lord Forrester is childless.
His niece, Miss Dalrymple, will inherit the estate.
Not that she deserves to.
it could just be a coincidence that we're here.
- Oh, shut up! - Please, don't get hysterical.
Don't take any more of those.
They're Benzedrex, not Dolly Mixtures.
The Good Samaritan.
Yes Of all the parables, isn't loving thine enemy Christ's most important teaching? That reminds me.
Do you have a Bible? Out, out, out, out! Out, out, out, out, out, out, out, out, out, out, out! This tour is over.
Fini! Back to the charabanc.
This house is mine or it soon will be and it's no longer open to visitors! Go on! Off with you! Shoo! Sling your hooks! Vamoose! Who the hell put that there? Why are you all persecuting me? Teeny accident.
I'll fetch staff.
Who is it? I'm not sure.
Aren't coach parties meant to be sedate affairs? This is more like Tosca, I'm glad to say.
Chapter five, verse 24.
''Let justice roll down like waters.
'' The Book of Amos.
Raeburn says he was given his ticket by an Amos Flaire .
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which is an anagram of .
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Rafiel.
Jason always liked to tease me.
And he always got people to do what he wanted.
- Where does Faber fit in? - Who? Oh, Michael Faber.
Yes, I wonder Driving on into the heart of England, we'll be seeing bosky groves and luscious pasture before arriving at Medhurst, a typically charming village, nestling below the picturesque Bonaventure Rocks.
Er, we'll be staying in the Flying Horse, well known for its excellent cuisine.
I'm sure they'll do you a sandwich in your room while you work on your novel.
Very nice.
Excuse me - You're Raymond West.
- I know.
- Colin Hards.
- Hello.
How's the new one coming along? Pretty well.
Pretty well.
Well, I do hope yours isn't a silent order, otherwise conversation will be terribly one-sided.
I know a joke about two nuns.
Would you pass the pepper? And what tempted you from shady cloisters on this little jaunt, hm? An anonymous benefactor sent us the tickets.
Some grateful soul we must have helped along life's thorny path.
- I've read all your books.
- How kindColin.
I reckon I've got a book in me.
You must let it out, then.
She's always going in for things like this, you know.
If it's not crossword s, it's Spot the Ball, and if it's not Spot the Ball, it's Comic Captions It's the first time I've won anything, these tickets.
I can't really even remember entering.
Well, Rowena, she deserved a holiday.
It's the first we've The first we've managed since the war, with all the operations.
Yeah.
I was all but blind when Army Welfare When Army Welfare brought him home and then the woman said it would be a long battle, but he's good as new.
- Except I can't dance, for some reason.
- No.
He's lost all his sense of rhythm, and we used to love to foxtrot.
I don't suppose if I showed you my jottings Busy, busy, busy, I'm afraid.
Ah, success, Les! Bubbly? Thanks, but I much prefer to keep a clear head.
I much prefer you out of your uniform.
Thanks, Les.
- Champagne! - Oh, thank God! Saving your presence, girls.
- Isn't she lovely, eh? - Oh, yes.
Lucky chap.
Do you drink? No, thank you.
A thimbleful will do no harm.
Thank you, darling.
I'm desperate.
- Where's Mr Faber? - He wasn't hungry.
- Long life! - Long life! - Cheers! - Cheers.
- That's nice, isn't it? - Yes, it's nice.
Chin-chin.
It wouldn't seem fair if you missed out.
My nephew can be so extravagant and even though he can afford it Thank you No.
In case you change your mind.
It's never too late.
I learned that from a man called Jason Rafiel.
- What sort of a man was that? - Was? Is.
My English.
Your English is excellent.
He was a dear old friend with a son called Michael who stayed in Germany when Jason was forced to leave.
The boy came back for holidays, of course.
The war put a stop to that.
What did your friend say about this son? That he wanted to be a pilot when he grew up, and that he had frighteningly intelligent eyes.
I am Michael Rafiel.
I'm so sorry.
My ticket was with his final letter.
He said perhaps it could make things correct.
Things? But too late.
You should choose better friends, I think.
Excuse me.
JUNIOR RIFIEL Ray, I'm bored.
Tell me a bedtime story.
I'm trying to work.
- Don't be so mean.
- Very well.
- Once upon a time - Oh, good.
Once upon a time, Amanda, there was a sophisticated woman who lacked one thing, the ability to take no for an answer.
You used to say yes.
That was then.
You never understood my artistic temperament.
Old times' sake? - Oh, sorry.
- Don't go.
Miss Dalrymple was just looking for something that she lost.
Quite.
Butit's no longer here.
Oh, I meant to ask you about your lovely dress.
- A long-cherished favourite, clearly.
- Amanda.
What, darling? Mr Raeburn? What's happened? I think he fainted and fell down the stairs.
OK.
Verity? I'm not Verity.
I'm Margaret.
You, bed.
We should get a doctor.
No, no.
I've got some heart mixture in my room.
We don't want the tour disrupted, Raeburn.
Jason's note.
''Find where Truth lies.
'' Truth with a capital T.
So? - Raymond, you're a writer.
- Yes.
Well, what's another word for truth? Verity.
Margaret Lumley thought Raeburn was calling her Verity.
Perhaps she's the girl in the photo that had such a dramatic effect on Amanda.
Why are you all persecuting me? And perhaps Verity was the reason for Michael's argument with Mr Raeburn.
Who is Verity? What is she? If only we knew what this crime was .
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or will be.
Verity Martin.
Come back to bed.
It's all right.
You're safe.
Come on.
That's it.
Come on.
That's it.
Mr Raeburn? You'll miss breakfast.
Mr Raeburn? Colin? Oh, it's Detective Constable, actually.
This is my aunt.
Of course.
You're the writer, aren't you? Oh, well, perhaps one day.
Will there be a postmortem on Mr Raeburn? No need He had a heart condition.
But ershouldn't you test his medicine for poison? - Poison? - Who'd want to poison him? Besides, erm Mr Lumley and Mr erm Mrthe German said the door was locked when they helped him back, and he had the key, so Well, the medicine couldn't have been got at.
Raymond, are you really too busy to help an aspiring author? I'll take your advice, Aunt Jane, as usual.
Are your jottings typed up? Oh, yeah, yeah.
They can be.
Do test the medicine, just in case.
We'll see.
It's ghastly.
It disrupts the itinerary.
Margaret! - Why did Raeburn call you that? - He didn't.
I dunno.
Come on, sit down.
Sit down.
Sorry for the delay.
I have to deal with the formalities.
- We're just waiting for the police.
- The police? It's routine with a sudden death.
Wasn't it strange, Mr Raeburn coming out with that name? Verity.
quite unusual.
I wonder who she could beif anyone.
I don't suppose any of us knows a Verity.
I I certainly don't.
We did.
She was a novice at St Elspeth's, our old convent before the order moved to London after war.
We took her in one winter's day, 1939 - What brought her to you? - She was running from a man.
And the next summer he found her.
But I sent him away in no uncertain manner.
She owed me money.
I let her have a room in my house in Kilburn and she did a flit.
I justtracked her down.
She had a different story.
An over-attentive landlord.
- No.
No.
- A few days later, she disappeared.
Got nothing to do with me.
Did she tell you where she'd come from? No.
No, she didn't.
No.
She did say that she'd followed her mother into service.
A servant family? It's just a thought but the girl in the photograph that got broken Mr Raeburn seemed to know her.
Verity was a housemaid's daughter at Forrester Grange.
Raeburn was very fond of her and she of him.
And her father? She was told he was Arthur Hunt, an under-gardener who died when she was a baby, but, in fact, she was born the wrong side of the blanket.
A love child? I doubt love came into it, knowing her mother.
She never did say who the real father was.
Verity followed her mother into service, but she was caught stealing and ran away.
That child would never steal.
I loathe dishonesty, and seeing her in a fruit bowl was just too much.
Weren't you arguing with Mr Raeburn at Forrester Grange? We disagreed about the war.
And so? Do you know where Verity is now? She's dead.
Sometimes I I get vibrations.
Quite a bother, but he is usually right.
Oh, love.
Are you all right? - He's seen too much death.
- Go to him.
Do you want to go upstairs? Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
It's you, madam.
You stayed here before.
In wartime, summer 1940.
Don't be so stupid.
What makes you think it was me? I remember your manner.
You remember wrong.
Now go away.
We're all in considerable distress.
She was very kind, wasn't she? Sister Clotilde.
Yeah.
She's very calming.
Come on, then.
Blow the cobwebs away.
- OK.
- I'll see you downstairs.
Yeah.
VERITY You're at liberty to explore as you wish, from now on, and we'll meet back at the Flying Horse this evening.
It's a steep climb up to the rocks Mr Faber, keep up.
You said it is allowed to walk alone.
I don't blame him.
Something's going on.
- Let's keep our spirits up.
- All these coincidences Everyone's connected to everyone else - Not us.
- I think Mrs Lumley might be right.
There's a very pleasant riverside walk for those of you who prefer.
What could have upset Mr Faber? His name is not Faber.
I have to tell someone.
His name is Michael Rafiel.
And I think he killed Verity.
During the war we took in wounded servicemen at St Elspeth's those that hospital could do nothing more for and, for one reason or another, they couldn't go home.
We had our nursing skills and some medical support and did our best for them.
Though, in truth, it wasn't always enough.
And then in 1940, the Battle of Britain, Michael's aircraft was shot down and Verity found him alive.
- We gave him sanctuary.
- A German airman? Well, love thine enemy.
Another German pilot was nearly killed by local villagers when they found him.
Verity nursed him in secret, away from our official patients.
- They fell in love? - Yes.
I remember the day she left.
She was keeping vigil with Ralph Collins, an RAF pilot who was nearing his end.
And then she told me that she and Michael were running away together and she was to meet him here in Medhurst on Bonaventure Rocks.
And I reminded her that she had offered herself to God.
I told her to come to the chapel and pray to St Elspeth for strength to tell Michael that she must never see him again.
And pray she did .
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and St Elspeth gave her the strength.
I must confess I was very surprised.
Young love can be so strong.
But Mother Superior was right, as she always is, and Verity chose God over her passion for Michael.
I wished her good luck and off she went to tell him.
But she never came back.
And a week or so later, when we were burying poor Ralph Collins, news reached us that Michael had been captured and taken to a prisoner-of-war camp.
We never heard from Verity again.
- Did you report her missing? - Yes.
But to my everlasting shame, I only told police that she'd gone into Medhurst on an errand.
I couldn't mention Michael because I would have faced prison myself for harbouring the enemy And it was my fault he killed her.
We can't say that.
Thwarted desire can unleash evil even in the best of souls.
I've had enough of it, Sydney.
I'm frightened.
We're not stopping now.
Please I can't manage without you, darling.
We're in this together.
Slow down! I know who you are.
A few years older and dressing sharper .
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but it's you.
Is it? I've got a proposition.
Come to my room later, without your husband.
You can see right to the coast, apparently, from the top.
Yeah? You know I think I'll wait for you here.
- Is it playing up? - No, it's fine.
- I'll wait with you.
- No, no, you go on, it's fine.
- All right.
- Yeah.
I'll see you later.
- Bye, love.
- Yeah.
What do you want? Georgina? I've had the report on Mr Raeburn's heart medicine.
Not a trace of poison but I did order a postmortem and you were right.
He was poisoned.
When? At the latest, soon after he went to bed.
At the earliest, seven o'clock.
Exactly, Mr West.
Could someone have slipped it into his champagne? Certainly.
Hi.
Sorry, has anyone seen Rowena? Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
We don't know she was pushed.
Perhaps she just lost her footing.
Er, no, no, I can't see it.
Oh, Mr Hards is right, Raymond.
Of course Rowena Waddy was murdered.
What have you got there? Just a piece of straw.
What about this figure you saw? I only glimpsed him.
Dark jacket, hat See, you say ''him''.
- Could it have been a woman? - I suppose so.
- Is there something over there? - No.
No, there isn't.
Why not treat this as an accident for now? One of our group is a killer and until we know why they murdered Mr Raeburn and possibly Verity Hunt Don't put their guard up? Exactly.
Now Do you know of a man called Jason Rafiel? I thought she must have gone down another way.
I came back, but she wasn't there.
I took a nap I didn't sleep well last night and when I wokestill no sign of her.
- Is your sleep often disturbed? - Yeah.
The name .
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Verity .
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almost drives me mad.
Is that the real reason that you're here? I advertised in the personal columns.
''Haunted by Verity, desperate for the truth.
Please contact.
'' I received two tickets by post.
Her name on a card.
Had you, perhaps, met Verity somewhere? Forrester Grange, or where the nuns were, St Elspeth's? Or erKilburn, where she lodged with Mr Lumley? - If I had, I doubt I'd remember.
- Why not? Somewhere in here is shrapnel from Dunkirk.
My memory conked out.
It took six months in Dover Hospital for me to recover itand be identified.
It was Christmas before I was reunited with Rowena.
Did you tell her about Verity? It upset me too much.
Yes, Sydney told me about Verity Hunt and, yes, I suppose there is a resemblance.
Especially when we first saw you on the coach.
What do you mean? You were lesssophisticated.
No jewellery, hardly any make-up.
Like you were when Mr Raeburn called you Verity.
Sydney prefers me like that sometimes.
It reminds him of her.
So what? Had you met anyone else in the group before? No, thank you.
So, that afternoon I was upset with Sydney.
I went up to those rocks on my own all the time.
Exactly where? One rock's the same as another.
Right? One rock's the same as another.
I was looking for Margaret.
She was in a bad mood.
What's this got to do with Mrs Waddy's accident? Perhaps you'd prefer to tell me about Verity.
I've got nothing to hide.
Autumn '39, when my mother passed away, I advertised for a lodger.
Yeah.
Just for the company.
I let her have room, even though she couldn't quite afford it Sometimes we used to go to the flicks.
I'd get her chocolates.
Sundays we used to listen to the wireless.
I asked her to marry me.
She ran away.
I had this picture postcard from Medhurst saying a very nice sorry, so I traced her to St Elspeth's in the hope that well, I could talk her into changing her mind butthey wouldn't let me in.
I wouldn't harm her in a million years.
If you want to know who scared her, it's the Honourable Amanda bloody Dalrymple.
Of course I scared her You're not obliged to answer.
And you're not obliged to interrupt.
Abusus non tollit usum, Detective Constable.
And hic haec hoc dickory dock.
You're not in court now.
It was me who had her dismissed for stealing.
Verity doesn't sound like a thief, from what I've heard.
You're no judge of character.
Look at you and Avril.
I'm an excellent judge of character.
Should we leave you alone? I was thinking when you broke that photograph, it did seem rather more than mere disapproval of a thief.
Yes.
Why would you hate her so much? I don't know.
I Of course, you do inherit Forrester Grange as the next of kin to Lord Forrester.
What's that to do with anything? You said that Verity grew up believing her father had died but suppose he was Lord Forrester.
Yes.
When her mother died and Verity turned 21, Uncle changed his will in favour of her because she was his only child.
Naturally I was furious at the prospect of losing my inheritance, and I told her the truth.
That she was nothing more than the illegitimate result of a sordid romp between her tart of a mother and my goat of an uncle.
She was remarkably upset, and that's why she ran away, and that's the last I saw of her.
But you are Lord Forrester's heiress now, soVerity must be dead.
Absens haeres non erit.
Which means if you're not around, you don't get the swag.
Four years ago, I had her declared dead as she'd been missing for seven without trace.
Do you by any chance remember Verity wearing a locket around her neck, as she was in the photograph? I'm not in the habit of noticing cheap jewellery.
Now, that afternoon on the Rocks, he got lost chasing butterflies, he says, and I came straight back down and returned here.
- Did anyone see you? - They certainly would have heard .
One of the nuns.
I don't know which.
I called out as I passed.
But we didn't speak.
I did hear Miss Dalrymple call but I was deep in meditation.
I'd gone in search of Michael, to urge him to kneel like the blackhearted sinner that he is and confess his guilt before the Almighty.
Fortunately for him, he disappeared.
I challenged Mr West to a stiff climb and won.
Her legs are longer.
When I reached top you'd disappeared.
I went exploring.
Does it strike you as odd that two out of your ten passengers are dead and it's only the second day of the tour? No, it's 12 passengers.
No, Mr West and Miss Marple don't count.
Oh? Why? At Forrester Grange, Raeburn accused me of killing her.
He guessed who I was because Verity told him about me.
He was crazy and so is that Agnes, and so is anyone who thinks that I could - We were so in love.
- Were you? From that first moment, I believe.
And it became more, and grew, until we both knew it.
But I could not stay.
I decided to try for Ireland I asked her to come with me.
She said yes and we arranged to meet at Bonaventure Rocks.
She never arrived.
Someone must have seen me and been suspicious.
But I swear, she never arrived.
I was, the rest of the war, a prisoner.
I asked my father, that champion of justice, your friend, to help - not me but to find Verity.
I am sorry, Michael, but you ask too much.
I am lucky not to be interned as an enemy alien, so how can I possibly help? I am afraid you must forget this girl.
I never would forgive him.
Never.
I cannot count the number of letters he wrote me after the war, begging me.
I burnt them all.
Yesterday afternoon standing on those rocks again .
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I felt Verity was there.
Onerazor .
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silver one gentleman's comb .
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black.
Are you making any sense of all of this? I'm starting to.
One letter.
Verity to Raeburn.
One letter.
- May I? - Oh, yes, of course.
Of course.
One hairoh, two.
Two hairbrush-es.
Ah, there you are.
Yes, Derek.
Are you ready for me? Yes, Derek.
Royal Navy, me.
Swallowed half the Atlantic when I was torpedoed in '42.
Next thing I'm at the Ministry of Food writing pamphlets about powdered eggs.
- Powdered eggs! - Powdered eggs! Any ice? - Somebody had to do it.
- Ah.
Evening.
- Had a nose bleed.
- Nose bleed.
Ice, please.
Why didn't you tell me up on the Rocks? You might have pushed him off and killed him.
I didn't know you had it in you.
Nobody tries it on with my wife and gets away with it.
Thanks, Syd.
I'll wear locket you gave me until my dying day, I promise.
I can't tell you where I am, but I'm in love wlth a German airman called Michael.
Raymond! We toasted love butno idea what it is, me.
- You're drunk.
- Well deducted.
Deduced.
Spot on.
Why can I write about love, but I can't do it, hm? You haven't written anything recently, as far as I can tell.
That's so cruel, Aunt Jane.
It's not all the time tip-tapping-tap There's thinking.
Then leave yourself some room for thinking, instead of cramming your life with Avril and Sophia and Giovanni.
Let me out! Let me out! Looking for this? What on earth's happening? Some of us need our ten hours! Is it a party? Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention? My name is Jason Rafiel.
If you are hearing this, it has become necessary, through my earthly representative, to encourage you to continue this mystery tour.
Your next destination will, I hope, reveal the true fate of poor Verity and justice shall prevail.
As ye sow, so shall ye reap.
Why did you ask Miss Dairymple about Verity's locket? Was there something special about it? It was very special indeed to Verity.
Where are we going now? Sit down! We don't want an accident.
- Why are we going here? - St Elspeth's.
What are we doing here? I don't like it.
Something's just scurrid over my foot.
- Wipe my shoe.
Wipe my shoe.
- I expect it was a mouse.
More like a rat.
Don't you know what's going on? You are a policeman.
It doesn't necessarily follow, I'm afraid.
She doesn't look too happy, does she? Martyrdom is no laughing matter, Mr Lumley.
St Elspeth's heart was pierced by the spear of Lord Ethelbert, when she refused to forsake her faith to become his mistress Some of her bones lie here still in the chapel below.
I fell in love here.
With Verity? How do you know this? There you are.
My head's exploding.
I had terrible dreams last night.
I saw her face .
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and then it vanished.
There was another woman calling me.
She was calling me.
Rowena's death was a dreadful thing.
What's dreadful is I can't feel what I think I should be feeling.
It's a terrible thing to say I wonder if I ever truly loved her at all.
I don't believe you! What's wrong with it? It got us here.
Well, it's not getting us back.
So where's the nearest taxi rank, Miss Daffodil 1951 ? You sabotaged it! We're staying the night and that's all there is to it.
It's not! It's not.
I'm not staying here! Please, Mrs Lumley.
Nor me! Put my case back.
The man I saw on Bonaventure Rocks when Mrs Waddy was killed, he wore these.
The book has your name on it, Mr Faber.
Why would I kill Mrs Waddy? I have never seen those clothes before.
You can give your statement at the police station.
When? Tomorrow.
That was my first arrest since leaving Uniform for CID.
Oh.
Good.
Yes.
What do you make of that? - Fresh flowers? - Well, those too.
The inscription, ''Known Unto God.
'' That's for an unknown soldier, surely? Then there's his name.
No, that was added later.
We only identified him some time after the burial, when his widow came looking for him.
She'd scoured the hospitals and we were her last hope.
She was too late but we'd kept his signet ring and she recognised that.
Poor woman.
She must still visit him.
FLYING OFFICER RALPH COLLINS My mattress is simply crawling with things.
Then you'll just have to frighten them away, Miss Dalrymple.
- Well, I didn't say a word.
- You'd better not have.
Mother Superior was telling me about Ralph Collins.
Oh, the headstone? It was all terribly sad.
He was more or less in a coma from the day he arrived No papers, no memory, and the most appalling injuries Mother Superior took it very hard when we lost him.
I laid him out all by myself, to spare her .
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and broke the news in the morning.
We were all terribly on edge.
It was almost a week since Verity had disappeared.
He's escaped! Michael's gone! He's got to be here somewhere.
You two, go that way.
I'm going down.
It's me.
It's me! Perhaps he's made a run for it.
Let's just try inside the chapel.
Is that him? No! Please! No! You killed her.
You killed Verity.
Confess it! How could I? She's still alive.
After I'd had Verity declared dead by the courts, she wrote, threatening to return from the grave unless I paid her 50 pounds a month.
But anyone could have read about your legal action and written a letter.
I'm not that gullible.
I sent Derek to meet her, with a photograph and a list of questions about her past.
- And it was her? - Yes.
I only ask because when Mrs Lumley first saw you at the coach, she put on dark glasses .
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as if you were afraid Mr Turnbull might recognise you.
Such a fear could account for transformation that evening from the plain and simple look that you said reminded Mr Lumley of Verity.
And reminded Raeburn too.
That's why he called you by her name! It is possible, isn't it? How could you be so utterly stupid? It looked like her from the photo.
Didn't it? In your simple little frock and a dark wig under the light of a backstreet lamp because you were too nervous to meet in daylight? Of course you answered the questions about Verity's background because your husband coached you.
He's not that stupid.
He rumbled us on the rocks, didn't he? - Are you admitting to blackmail? - Ask him about blackmail.
He said if I came to his room and did things, he'd keep quiet about us.
How's your nose? All that money! Wait.
Why were you in Medhurst when Verity disappeared? - Were you looking for her? - Yes.
How did you know where she was? She'd written to a skivvy chum at Forrester Grange that she was here at the convent.
I wanted to offer her an allowance if she kept quiet about her real father .
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butI never got the chance.
Then, my Verity, is she alive or is she dead? I expect things will make sense in the morning.
They usually do.
Mother Superior wondered if you'd like this.
Cocoa? How thoughtful of her.
Wasn't it? Still, she can be Was Verity right to decide to give up Michael for God? We all have to love in our own ways.
Sleep tight.
Whose soul are you praying for? Is it mine? Who are you? I am Nemesis .
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and justice will roll down like waters And righteousness, the everlasting stream.
The poison in my cocoa is the same poison that killed Mr Raeburn, isn't it? Mother Agnes asked me to give you that cocoa.
I asked her to but she didn't poison it.
It was a temptation, Clotilde, and you succumbed.
When Mr Raeburn said ''Verity''at the Flying Horse Verity? .
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It wasn't Margaret Lumley he was looking at, it was you.
You were wearing a locket that I saw at Forrester Grange In the photograph placed there by Georgina.
A locket given Verity by her adored Mr Raeburn that she'd promised him she would wear until her dying day.
When you saw him recognise it he had to die.
I don't think the poison was in the champagne.
Cocoa? You were wearing something Sleep tight.
Was it like that? Poor Mr Raeburn.
And poor Verity.
Your own special one.
You killed her.
There is no proof.
Isn't there? You killed me.
I loved you.
But you were leaving me.
She said St Elspeth had given her the strength But not to reject to Michael .
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to go with him.
I wished her good luck.
Verity.
Verity.
What did you do with her? - Where is she? - Dead and buried.
What did you do with her? I put her in Michael's room.
And telephoned the police anonymously? And told them a German was on the run at Bonaventure Rocks? Yes.
And then I prayed to St Elspeth .
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every day for a week And informed Mother Superior that the unidentified patient, nearly blind, in a coma, had died.
But in fact you wheeled him to Michael's room where Verity lay, and then The police were coming to search.
I had to wrap her in bandages.
I swaddled her in a shroud.
And then buried her as Ralph Collins.
But I wore her locket always.
And now I understand.
I wasn't in hospital all those months, was I? - You were here.
- In Michael's room.
I'm not Captain Martin Waddy of the Tank Regiment.
I'm Flying Officer Ralph Collins.
I expected you to die .
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but St Elspeth told me to atone and nurse you back to life.
You were my secret but I didn't know what to do with you.
And then she granted me a miracle.
I read of a woman, clearly disturbed, who wouldn't accept that her husband was missing at Dunklrk, presumed dead.
I sat by your bed as you recovered the memory I wanted for you.
And be with your wife Rowena.
Rowena.
I returned Captain Martin Waddy to his wife.
She thought it was a miracle.
She wanted to believe.
Martin? Army Welfare, Mrs Waddy.
He's home.
It's a miracle.
But when she recognised you, you had to kill her.
Poor Rowena.
It was you Raymond saw on Bonaventure Rocks, after you'd pushed Rowena Waddy to her death.
How do you know? l found a clue .
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and the scarecrow I'd noticed on the day of Mrs Waddy's murder had been moved .
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because you had used it in your deception.
While you were killing Mrs Waddy, dressed in the clothes you later placed in Michael's case Miss Dairymple saw you deep in meditation.
Of course, you couldn't answer her.
So it seemed you were nowhere near the Rocks when Mrs Waddy died.
I can never forgive myself.
It's God who forgives.
Please .
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a moment's prayer.
There's a new world out there.
That's very definitely the last ever time ever I pretend to be Verity.
- Yes, darling.
- Thank you.
How many grindingly hard years for blackmail? We're not pressing charges, Amanda.
Think of the papers.
Quite.
Ghastly.
Warm my seat.
Ray! Bunny's fancy-dress thing Saturday.
I'm going as a nun.
Sorry, but I'll be tip-tip-tapping on the new novel.
- Your jottings.
- And? - You've really got something.
- Oh, good.
Good.
I'm thinking of giving up the police.
Oh, but you have the makings of an excellent detective.
All aboard!
- I'm Mr Broadribb.
You're not terrifying, after all.
- Should I be? - Mr Rafiel called you Nemesis.
The bequest is modest A gramophone? It's very thoughtful of Jason but Oh, no, Mr Rafiel left you £500.
But there ls a conditlon attached .
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which he wanted to tell you himself.
Jane, I wish you to investigate a possible crime and right a dreadful wrong.
The pieces of the puzzle I have, myself, assembled but it wlll be for you to fit them together into a complete and, I suspect, most terrible picture.
Then,my dear,I imagine you returning to your beautiful roses carefree again.
But first, you must once more become that goddess of retribution and righteous anger.
Once more, be Nemesis.
Let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everlasting stream.
And there was this.
Two tickets to a mystery coach tour.
''Take a trusted companion "of your choosing to support you if danger threatens ".
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which it may.
'' The choice is yours.
I know the deadline looms.
That's what deadlines are for, to loom and scare but until the muse descends You're my agent, Marjorie, just tell the publishers the new Raymond West will be sensational.
Hold, please, Marjorie.
Raymond West.
Oh, Sophia.
Avril? No, l haven't seen Avril for Hold, please, Sophia.
Avril! I didn't mean it.
You were perfect Marjorie, I'm writing a novel, not baking a cake.
How do I know how long it's Tuesday week? Oh, tell them what the hell you like.
Sophia.
Hello? Oh, Avril.
I knew you'd be back! I knew you'd be back, my Aunt Jane.
I tried to telephone but the line's always engaged.
How wonderfully lovely to see you.
- My favourite aunt.
- Your only aunt, Raymond.
- Is something the matter? - I've had a strange request.
Fascinating.
What kind of man was Jason Rafiel? He was German but left in 1933 when the Nazis burned his books.
He wrote about justice.
I admired him more than I can say.
And he'd have done anything for me.
What did he mean by ''a possible crime''? Something that happened that may or may not have been a crime? Or a crime that hasn't happened yet but possibly will.
Daffodil Tours? Find where Truth lies and you will find the truth.
I could do with a holiday.
Avril and Sophia can wait.
- I like a girl in uniform.
- I'll take those for you.
Just wait in the barn for a moment.
Beauty and the beast.
Sydney and Margaret Lumley.
- Morning.
- Good morning.
- Sir Good morning.
- Morning.
Either Michael Faber or Laurence Raeburn.
They're the only single travellers.
He looks like an off-duty undertaker.
Could be handy if someone's murdered.
Good morning.
- Morning.
- Good morning.
- Welcome to Daffodil Tours.
- Morning.
Amanda Dalrymple and friend.
I hope he knows what he's letting himself in for.
Why? Is she another of your Certainly not.
Perish the thought.
- Ray! Quelle surprise! - Oui, isn't it? You've brought your dinky typewriter.
Are your fingers tip-tip-tapping with a new novel? They never never stop.
Er Meet my aunt, Miss Jane Marple.
The Honourable Amanda Dalrymple.
What a curiously charming hat! Raymond's treating me to a little break and Oh, my solicitor and generalthing.
- Derek Turnbull.
- Sit.
What fun, eh? Yes.
Raeburn? Even the lower orders need a holiday sometime.
Evidently.
- Just wait inside a moment.
- Thank you.
Poor chap.
Tank Regiment, from his tie.
Captain Martin Waddy and his wife Rowena.
- Don't fuss.
It's fine.
- Sorry.
Good morning, Sisters.
Welcome.
Thank you.
There's something about nuns, don't you think? All that scratchy black.
Oh.
Mother Superior Agnes Carson and Sister Clotilde Merryweather.
What a merry little band we are.
We're just waiting for our last passenger.
Sorry for the delay.
- Don't mention it.
- Why, thank you.
I'm Georgina Barrow, your guide and driver.
We nearly left without you.
But you did not.
Good.
Yes.
Good.
Thank you.
Guten Morgen.
Michael Faber.
He's a bloody German.
- I beg your pardon? - Oh, nothing.
I was just wondering.
- This your first time over here? - Second.
I was in the Luftwaffe.
I'm sure you're most welcome, Mr Faber.
Thank you, Sister.
Old sins cast long shadows.
Do you get the impression everybody knows everybody? What would I do without you? Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Daffodil, welcometo our little mystery tour.
And it's off we go! Let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everlasting stream.
I expect that's the map that he used to bomb us.
The war's over.
- May I, Mr Raeburn? - Oh, please.
I prefer a coach to a train, don't you? Yes.
A straight line's all very well but twists and turns are so much more absorbing.
What brings you on the tour? I was kindly sent a ticket by a gentleman who remembered me from a house party.
But I can't recall him.
- As one gets older - Amos Flaire.
- Flair? How unusual.
- With an E.
- I don't know why I can't remember him.
- Oh, do shut up! Daffodil Tours asked me along to get them a mention in Tatler.
What's Biarritz done to deserve your absence? - Too many other expenses.
- Who asked you? Do you know Miss Dalrymple? I was in service to her uncle as his butler.
Isn't that odd? Isn't it? Sister? Sorry Have you been to Dorking? Not to my knowledge.
- Are there many nuns in Dorking? - No.
No.
You must just have one of those faces.
Ladies and gentlemen, our first stop is the historic Forrester Grange, ancestral home of the Forrester family.
Is something the matter? It's where I was in service to Lord Forrester.
This splendid basilica recalls the glory of ancient Rome in the heart of England.
Notice the gilded gods looking down on us lesser mortals as we make our way through the riot of coloured marble and on into the ballroom The ninth Lord Forrester was renowned for extravagant balls, attracting the crême de la crême of society.
The Prince of Wales is said to have danced the fandango here in 1814.
It's lovely here, isn't it? Moving on.
And there's Lord Forrester with his family in 1772.
Attributed to Thomas Gainsborough but who really knows? The wall hangings are of crimson silk by the Huguenot weavers of Spitalfields.
Moving on.
136 feet in length.
The long gallery was designed to afford variety and amusement for those ladies retreating from the unseemly revelry of gentlemen still at dinner.
Next, the print room.
The original wood panelling was replaced in 1767 Are you unwell? Unsettled.
- Memories? - Yes.
Why have we come here of all places? - It is a coincidence, isn't it? - Another one.
First Miss Dalrymple and now Forrester Grange.
Is Lord Forrester still in residence? No, he's in a nursing home.
Not long for this world, so I hear.
His children will have quite a responsibility.
Lord Forrester is childless.
His niece, Miss Dalrymple, will inherit the estate.
Not that she deserves to.
it could just be a coincidence that we're here.
- Oh, shut up! - Please, don't get hysterical.
Don't take any more of those.
They're Benzedrex, not Dolly Mixtures.
The Good Samaritan.
Yes Of all the parables, isn't loving thine enemy Christ's most important teaching? That reminds me.
Do you have a Bible? Out, out, out, out! Out, out, out, out, out, out, out, out, out, out, out! This tour is over.
Fini! Back to the charabanc.
This house is mine or it soon will be and it's no longer open to visitors! Go on! Off with you! Shoo! Sling your hooks! Vamoose! Who the hell put that there? Why are you all persecuting me? Teeny accident.
I'll fetch staff.
Who is it? I'm not sure.
Aren't coach parties meant to be sedate affairs? This is more like Tosca, I'm glad to say.
Chapter five, verse 24.
''Let justice roll down like waters.
'' The Book of Amos.
Raeburn says he was given his ticket by an Amos Flaire .
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which is an anagram of .
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Rafiel.
Jason always liked to tease me.
And he always got people to do what he wanted.
- Where does Faber fit in? - Who? Oh, Michael Faber.
Yes, I wonder Driving on into the heart of England, we'll be seeing bosky groves and luscious pasture before arriving at Medhurst, a typically charming village, nestling below the picturesque Bonaventure Rocks.
Er, we'll be staying in the Flying Horse, well known for its excellent cuisine.
I'm sure they'll do you a sandwich in your room while you work on your novel.
Very nice.
Excuse me - You're Raymond West.
- I know.
- Colin Hards.
- Hello.
How's the new one coming along? Pretty well.
Pretty well.
Well, I do hope yours isn't a silent order, otherwise conversation will be terribly one-sided.
I know a joke about two nuns.
Would you pass the pepper? And what tempted you from shady cloisters on this little jaunt, hm? An anonymous benefactor sent us the tickets.
Some grateful soul we must have helped along life's thorny path.
- I've read all your books.
- How kindColin.
I reckon I've got a book in me.
You must let it out, then.
She's always going in for things like this, you know.
If it's not crossword s, it's Spot the Ball, and if it's not Spot the Ball, it's Comic Captions It's the first time I've won anything, these tickets.
I can't really even remember entering.
Well, Rowena, she deserved a holiday.
It's the first we've The first we've managed since the war, with all the operations.
Yeah.
I was all but blind when Army Welfare When Army Welfare brought him home and then the woman said it would be a long battle, but he's good as new.
- Except I can't dance, for some reason.
- No.
He's lost all his sense of rhythm, and we used to love to foxtrot.
I don't suppose if I showed you my jottings Busy, busy, busy, I'm afraid.
Ah, success, Les! Bubbly? Thanks, but I much prefer to keep a clear head.
I much prefer you out of your uniform.
Thanks, Les.
- Champagne! - Oh, thank God! Saving your presence, girls.
- Isn't she lovely, eh? - Oh, yes.
Lucky chap.
Do you drink? No, thank you.
A thimbleful will do no harm.
Thank you, darling.
I'm desperate.
- Where's Mr Faber? - He wasn't hungry.
- Long life! - Long life! - Cheers! - Cheers.
- That's nice, isn't it? - Yes, it's nice.
Chin-chin.
It wouldn't seem fair if you missed out.
My nephew can be so extravagant and even though he can afford it Thank you No.
In case you change your mind.
It's never too late.
I learned that from a man called Jason Rafiel.
- What sort of a man was that? - Was? Is.
My English.
Your English is excellent.
He was a dear old friend with a son called Michael who stayed in Germany when Jason was forced to leave.
The boy came back for holidays, of course.
The war put a stop to that.
What did your friend say about this son? That he wanted to be a pilot when he grew up, and that he had frighteningly intelligent eyes.
I am Michael Rafiel.
I'm so sorry.
My ticket was with his final letter.
He said perhaps it could make things correct.
Things? But too late.
You should choose better friends, I think.
Excuse me.
JUNIOR RIFIEL Ray, I'm bored.
Tell me a bedtime story.
I'm trying to work.
- Don't be so mean.
- Very well.
- Once upon a time - Oh, good.
Once upon a time, Amanda, there was a sophisticated woman who lacked one thing, the ability to take no for an answer.
You used to say yes.
That was then.
You never understood my artistic temperament.
Old times' sake? - Oh, sorry.
- Don't go.
Miss Dalrymple was just looking for something that she lost.
Quite.
Butit's no longer here.
Oh, I meant to ask you about your lovely dress.
- A long-cherished favourite, clearly.
- Amanda.
What, darling? Mr Raeburn? What's happened? I think he fainted and fell down the stairs.
OK.
Verity? I'm not Verity.
I'm Margaret.
You, bed.
We should get a doctor.
No, no.
I've got some heart mixture in my room.
We don't want the tour disrupted, Raeburn.
Jason's note.
''Find where Truth lies.
'' Truth with a capital T.
So? - Raymond, you're a writer.
- Yes.
Well, what's another word for truth? Verity.
Margaret Lumley thought Raeburn was calling her Verity.
Perhaps she's the girl in the photo that had such a dramatic effect on Amanda.
Why are you all persecuting me? And perhaps Verity was the reason for Michael's argument with Mr Raeburn.
Who is Verity? What is she? If only we knew what this crime was .
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or will be.
Verity Martin.
Come back to bed.
It's all right.
You're safe.
Come on.
That's it.
Come on.
That's it.
Mr Raeburn? You'll miss breakfast.
Mr Raeburn? Colin? Oh, it's Detective Constable, actually.
This is my aunt.
Of course.
You're the writer, aren't you? Oh, well, perhaps one day.
Will there be a postmortem on Mr Raeburn? No need He had a heart condition.
But ershouldn't you test his medicine for poison? - Poison? - Who'd want to poison him? Besides, erm Mr Lumley and Mr erm Mrthe German said the door was locked when they helped him back, and he had the key, so Well, the medicine couldn't have been got at.
Raymond, are you really too busy to help an aspiring author? I'll take your advice, Aunt Jane, as usual.
Are your jottings typed up? Oh, yeah, yeah.
They can be.
Do test the medicine, just in case.
We'll see.
It's ghastly.
It disrupts the itinerary.
Margaret! - Why did Raeburn call you that? - He didn't.
I dunno.
Come on, sit down.
Sit down.
Sorry for the delay.
I have to deal with the formalities.
- We're just waiting for the police.
- The police? It's routine with a sudden death.
Wasn't it strange, Mr Raeburn coming out with that name? Verity.
quite unusual.
I wonder who she could beif anyone.
I don't suppose any of us knows a Verity.
I I certainly don't.
We did.
She was a novice at St Elspeth's, our old convent before the order moved to London after war.
We took her in one winter's day, 1939 - What brought her to you? - She was running from a man.
And the next summer he found her.
But I sent him away in no uncertain manner.
She owed me money.
I let her have a room in my house in Kilburn and she did a flit.
I justtracked her down.
She had a different story.
An over-attentive landlord.
- No.
No.
- A few days later, she disappeared.
Got nothing to do with me.
Did she tell you where she'd come from? No.
No, she didn't.
No.
She did say that she'd followed her mother into service.
A servant family? It's just a thought but the girl in the photograph that got broken Mr Raeburn seemed to know her.
Verity was a housemaid's daughter at Forrester Grange.
Raeburn was very fond of her and she of him.
And her father? She was told he was Arthur Hunt, an under-gardener who died when she was a baby, but, in fact, she was born the wrong side of the blanket.
A love child? I doubt love came into it, knowing her mother.
She never did say who the real father was.
Verity followed her mother into service, but she was caught stealing and ran away.
That child would never steal.
I loathe dishonesty, and seeing her in a fruit bowl was just too much.
Weren't you arguing with Mr Raeburn at Forrester Grange? We disagreed about the war.
And so? Do you know where Verity is now? She's dead.
Sometimes I I get vibrations.
Quite a bother, but he is usually right.
Oh, love.
Are you all right? - He's seen too much death.
- Go to him.
Do you want to go upstairs? Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
It's you, madam.
You stayed here before.
In wartime, summer 1940.
Don't be so stupid.
What makes you think it was me? I remember your manner.
You remember wrong.
Now go away.
We're all in considerable distress.
She was very kind, wasn't she? Sister Clotilde.
Yeah.
She's very calming.
Come on, then.
Blow the cobwebs away.
- OK.
- I'll see you downstairs.
Yeah.
VERITY You're at liberty to explore as you wish, from now on, and we'll meet back at the Flying Horse this evening.
It's a steep climb up to the rocks Mr Faber, keep up.
You said it is allowed to walk alone.
I don't blame him.
Something's going on.
- Let's keep our spirits up.
- All these coincidences Everyone's connected to everyone else - Not us.
- I think Mrs Lumley might be right.
There's a very pleasant riverside walk for those of you who prefer.
What could have upset Mr Faber? His name is not Faber.
I have to tell someone.
His name is Michael Rafiel.
And I think he killed Verity.
During the war we took in wounded servicemen at St Elspeth's those that hospital could do nothing more for and, for one reason or another, they couldn't go home.
We had our nursing skills and some medical support and did our best for them.
Though, in truth, it wasn't always enough.
And then in 1940, the Battle of Britain, Michael's aircraft was shot down and Verity found him alive.
- We gave him sanctuary.
- A German airman? Well, love thine enemy.
Another German pilot was nearly killed by local villagers when they found him.
Verity nursed him in secret, away from our official patients.
- They fell in love? - Yes.
I remember the day she left.
She was keeping vigil with Ralph Collins, an RAF pilot who was nearing his end.
And then she told me that she and Michael were running away together and she was to meet him here in Medhurst on Bonaventure Rocks.
And I reminded her that she had offered herself to God.
I told her to come to the chapel and pray to St Elspeth for strength to tell Michael that she must never see him again.
And pray she did .
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and St Elspeth gave her the strength.
I must confess I was very surprised.
Young love can be so strong.
But Mother Superior was right, as she always is, and Verity chose God over her passion for Michael.
I wished her good luck and off she went to tell him.
But she never came back.
And a week or so later, when we were burying poor Ralph Collins, news reached us that Michael had been captured and taken to a prisoner-of-war camp.
We never heard from Verity again.
- Did you report her missing? - Yes.
But to my everlasting shame, I only told police that she'd gone into Medhurst on an errand.
I couldn't mention Michael because I would have faced prison myself for harbouring the enemy And it was my fault he killed her.
We can't say that.
Thwarted desire can unleash evil even in the best of souls.
I've had enough of it, Sydney.
I'm frightened.
We're not stopping now.
Please I can't manage without you, darling.
We're in this together.
Slow down! I know who you are.
A few years older and dressing sharper .
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but it's you.
Is it? I've got a proposition.
Come to my room later, without your husband.
You can see right to the coast, apparently, from the top.
Yeah? You know I think I'll wait for you here.
- Is it playing up? - No, it's fine.
- I'll wait with you.
- No, no, you go on, it's fine.
- All right.
- Yeah.
I'll see you later.
- Bye, love.
- Yeah.
What do you want? Georgina? I've had the report on Mr Raeburn's heart medicine.
Not a trace of poison but I did order a postmortem and you were right.
He was poisoned.
When? At the latest, soon after he went to bed.
At the earliest, seven o'clock.
Exactly, Mr West.
Could someone have slipped it into his champagne? Certainly.
Hi.
Sorry, has anyone seen Rowena? Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
We don't know she was pushed.
Perhaps she just lost her footing.
Er, no, no, I can't see it.
Oh, Mr Hards is right, Raymond.
Of course Rowena Waddy was murdered.
What have you got there? Just a piece of straw.
What about this figure you saw? I only glimpsed him.
Dark jacket, hat See, you say ''him''.
- Could it have been a woman? - I suppose so.
- Is there something over there? - No.
No, there isn't.
Why not treat this as an accident for now? One of our group is a killer and until we know why they murdered Mr Raeburn and possibly Verity Hunt Don't put their guard up? Exactly.
Now Do you know of a man called Jason Rafiel? I thought she must have gone down another way.
I came back, but she wasn't there.
I took a nap I didn't sleep well last night and when I wokestill no sign of her.
- Is your sleep often disturbed? - Yeah.
The name .
.
Verity .
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almost drives me mad.
Is that the real reason that you're here? I advertised in the personal columns.
''Haunted by Verity, desperate for the truth.
Please contact.
'' I received two tickets by post.
Her name on a card.
Had you, perhaps, met Verity somewhere? Forrester Grange, or where the nuns were, St Elspeth's? Or erKilburn, where she lodged with Mr Lumley? - If I had, I doubt I'd remember.
- Why not? Somewhere in here is shrapnel from Dunkirk.
My memory conked out.
It took six months in Dover Hospital for me to recover itand be identified.
It was Christmas before I was reunited with Rowena.
Did you tell her about Verity? It upset me too much.
Yes, Sydney told me about Verity Hunt and, yes, I suppose there is a resemblance.
Especially when we first saw you on the coach.
What do you mean? You were lesssophisticated.
No jewellery, hardly any make-up.
Like you were when Mr Raeburn called you Verity.
Sydney prefers me like that sometimes.
It reminds him of her.
So what? Had you met anyone else in the group before? No, thank you.
So, that afternoon I was upset with Sydney.
I went up to those rocks on my own all the time.
Exactly where? One rock's the same as another.
Right? One rock's the same as another.
I was looking for Margaret.
She was in a bad mood.
What's this got to do with Mrs Waddy's accident? Perhaps you'd prefer to tell me about Verity.
I've got nothing to hide.
Autumn '39, when my mother passed away, I advertised for a lodger.
Yeah.
Just for the company.
I let her have room, even though she couldn't quite afford it Sometimes we used to go to the flicks.
I'd get her chocolates.
Sundays we used to listen to the wireless.
I asked her to marry me.
She ran away.
I had this picture postcard from Medhurst saying a very nice sorry, so I traced her to St Elspeth's in the hope that well, I could talk her into changing her mind butthey wouldn't let me in.
I wouldn't harm her in a million years.
If you want to know who scared her, it's the Honourable Amanda bloody Dalrymple.
Of course I scared her You're not obliged to answer.
And you're not obliged to interrupt.
Abusus non tollit usum, Detective Constable.
And hic haec hoc dickory dock.
You're not in court now.
It was me who had her dismissed for stealing.
Verity doesn't sound like a thief, from what I've heard.
You're no judge of character.
Look at you and Avril.
I'm an excellent judge of character.
Should we leave you alone? I was thinking when you broke that photograph, it did seem rather more than mere disapproval of a thief.
Yes.
Why would you hate her so much? I don't know.
I Of course, you do inherit Forrester Grange as the next of kin to Lord Forrester.
What's that to do with anything? You said that Verity grew up believing her father had died but suppose he was Lord Forrester.
Yes.
When her mother died and Verity turned 21, Uncle changed his will in favour of her because she was his only child.
Naturally I was furious at the prospect of losing my inheritance, and I told her the truth.
That she was nothing more than the illegitimate result of a sordid romp between her tart of a mother and my goat of an uncle.
She was remarkably upset, and that's why she ran away, and that's the last I saw of her.
But you are Lord Forrester's heiress now, soVerity must be dead.
Absens haeres non erit.
Which means if you're not around, you don't get the swag.
Four years ago, I had her declared dead as she'd been missing for seven without trace.
Do you by any chance remember Verity wearing a locket around her neck, as she was in the photograph? I'm not in the habit of noticing cheap jewellery.
Now, that afternoon on the Rocks, he got lost chasing butterflies, he says, and I came straight back down and returned here.
- Did anyone see you? - They certainly would have heard .
One of the nuns.
I don't know which.
I called out as I passed.
But we didn't speak.
I did hear Miss Dalrymple call but I was deep in meditation.
I'd gone in search of Michael, to urge him to kneel like the blackhearted sinner that he is and confess his guilt before the Almighty.
Fortunately for him, he disappeared.
I challenged Mr West to a stiff climb and won.
Her legs are longer.
When I reached top you'd disappeared.
I went exploring.
Does it strike you as odd that two out of your ten passengers are dead and it's only the second day of the tour? No, it's 12 passengers.
No, Mr West and Miss Marple don't count.
Oh? Why? At Forrester Grange, Raeburn accused me of killing her.
He guessed who I was because Verity told him about me.
He was crazy and so is that Agnes, and so is anyone who thinks that I could - We were so in love.
- Were you? From that first moment, I believe.
And it became more, and grew, until we both knew it.
But I could not stay.
I decided to try for Ireland I asked her to come with me.
She said yes and we arranged to meet at Bonaventure Rocks.
She never arrived.
Someone must have seen me and been suspicious.
But I swear, she never arrived.
I was, the rest of the war, a prisoner.
I asked my father, that champion of justice, your friend, to help - not me but to find Verity.
I am sorry, Michael, but you ask too much.
I am lucky not to be interned as an enemy alien, so how can I possibly help? I am afraid you must forget this girl.
I never would forgive him.
Never.
I cannot count the number of letters he wrote me after the war, begging me.
I burnt them all.
Yesterday afternoon standing on those rocks again .
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I felt Verity was there.
Onerazor .
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silver one gentleman's comb .
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black.
Are you making any sense of all of this? I'm starting to.
One letter.
Verity to Raeburn.
One letter.
- May I? - Oh, yes, of course.
Of course.
One hairoh, two.
Two hairbrush-es.
Ah, there you are.
Yes, Derek.
Are you ready for me? Yes, Derek.
Royal Navy, me.
Swallowed half the Atlantic when I was torpedoed in '42.
Next thing I'm at the Ministry of Food writing pamphlets about powdered eggs.
- Powdered eggs! - Powdered eggs! Any ice? - Somebody had to do it.
- Ah.
Evening.
- Had a nose bleed.
- Nose bleed.
Ice, please.
Why didn't you tell me up on the Rocks? You might have pushed him off and killed him.
I didn't know you had it in you.
Nobody tries it on with my wife and gets away with it.
Thanks, Syd.
I'll wear locket you gave me until my dying day, I promise.
I can't tell you where I am, but I'm in love wlth a German airman called Michael.
Raymond! We toasted love butno idea what it is, me.
- You're drunk.
- Well deducted.
Deduced.
Spot on.
Why can I write about love, but I can't do it, hm? You haven't written anything recently, as far as I can tell.
That's so cruel, Aunt Jane.
It's not all the time tip-tapping-tap There's thinking.
Then leave yourself some room for thinking, instead of cramming your life with Avril and Sophia and Giovanni.
Let me out! Let me out! Looking for this? What on earth's happening? Some of us need our ten hours! Is it a party? Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention? My name is Jason Rafiel.
If you are hearing this, it has become necessary, through my earthly representative, to encourage you to continue this mystery tour.
Your next destination will, I hope, reveal the true fate of poor Verity and justice shall prevail.
As ye sow, so shall ye reap.
Why did you ask Miss Dairymple about Verity's locket? Was there something special about it? It was very special indeed to Verity.
Where are we going now? Sit down! We don't want an accident.
- Why are we going here? - St Elspeth's.
What are we doing here? I don't like it.
Something's just scurrid over my foot.
- Wipe my shoe.
Wipe my shoe.
- I expect it was a mouse.
More like a rat.
Don't you know what's going on? You are a policeman.
It doesn't necessarily follow, I'm afraid.
She doesn't look too happy, does she? Martyrdom is no laughing matter, Mr Lumley.
St Elspeth's heart was pierced by the spear of Lord Ethelbert, when she refused to forsake her faith to become his mistress Some of her bones lie here still in the chapel below.
I fell in love here.
With Verity? How do you know this? There you are.
My head's exploding.
I had terrible dreams last night.
I saw her face .
.
and then it vanished.
There was another woman calling me.
She was calling me.
Rowena's death was a dreadful thing.
What's dreadful is I can't feel what I think I should be feeling.
It's a terrible thing to say I wonder if I ever truly loved her at all.
I don't believe you! What's wrong with it? It got us here.
Well, it's not getting us back.
So where's the nearest taxi rank, Miss Daffodil 1951 ? You sabotaged it! We're staying the night and that's all there is to it.
It's not! It's not.
I'm not staying here! Please, Mrs Lumley.
Nor me! Put my case back.
The man I saw on Bonaventure Rocks when Mrs Waddy was killed, he wore these.
The book has your name on it, Mr Faber.
Why would I kill Mrs Waddy? I have never seen those clothes before.
You can give your statement at the police station.
When? Tomorrow.
That was my first arrest since leaving Uniform for CID.
Oh.
Good.
Yes.
What do you make of that? - Fresh flowers? - Well, those too.
The inscription, ''Known Unto God.
'' That's for an unknown soldier, surely? Then there's his name.
No, that was added later.
We only identified him some time after the burial, when his widow came looking for him.
She'd scoured the hospitals and we were her last hope.
She was too late but we'd kept his signet ring and she recognised that.
Poor woman.
She must still visit him.
FLYING OFFICER RALPH COLLINS My mattress is simply crawling with things.
Then you'll just have to frighten them away, Miss Dalrymple.
- Well, I didn't say a word.
- You'd better not have.
Mother Superior was telling me about Ralph Collins.
Oh, the headstone? It was all terribly sad.
He was more or less in a coma from the day he arrived No papers, no memory, and the most appalling injuries Mother Superior took it very hard when we lost him.
I laid him out all by myself, to spare her .
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and broke the news in the morning.
We were all terribly on edge.
It was almost a week since Verity had disappeared.
He's escaped! Michael's gone! He's got to be here somewhere.
You two, go that way.
I'm going down.
It's me.
It's me! Perhaps he's made a run for it.
Let's just try inside the chapel.
Is that him? No! Please! No! You killed her.
You killed Verity.
Confess it! How could I? She's still alive.
After I'd had Verity declared dead by the courts, she wrote, threatening to return from the grave unless I paid her 50 pounds a month.
But anyone could have read about your legal action and written a letter.
I'm not that gullible.
I sent Derek to meet her, with a photograph and a list of questions about her past.
- And it was her? - Yes.
I only ask because when Mrs Lumley first saw you at the coach, she put on dark glasses .
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as if you were afraid Mr Turnbull might recognise you.
Such a fear could account for transformation that evening from the plain and simple look that you said reminded Mr Lumley of Verity.
And reminded Raeburn too.
That's why he called you by her name! It is possible, isn't it? How could you be so utterly stupid? It looked like her from the photo.
Didn't it? In your simple little frock and a dark wig under the light of a backstreet lamp because you were too nervous to meet in daylight? Of course you answered the questions about Verity's background because your husband coached you.
He's not that stupid.
He rumbled us on the rocks, didn't he? - Are you admitting to blackmail? - Ask him about blackmail.
He said if I came to his room and did things, he'd keep quiet about us.
How's your nose? All that money! Wait.
Why were you in Medhurst when Verity disappeared? - Were you looking for her? - Yes.
How did you know where she was? She'd written to a skivvy chum at Forrester Grange that she was here at the convent.
I wanted to offer her an allowance if she kept quiet about her real father .
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butI never got the chance.
Then, my Verity, is she alive or is she dead? I expect things will make sense in the morning.
They usually do.
Mother Superior wondered if you'd like this.
Cocoa? How thoughtful of her.
Wasn't it? Still, she can be Was Verity right to decide to give up Michael for God? We all have to love in our own ways.
Sleep tight.
Whose soul are you praying for? Is it mine? Who are you? I am Nemesis .
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and justice will roll down like waters And righteousness, the everlasting stream.
The poison in my cocoa is the same poison that killed Mr Raeburn, isn't it? Mother Agnes asked me to give you that cocoa.
I asked her to but she didn't poison it.
It was a temptation, Clotilde, and you succumbed.
When Mr Raeburn said ''Verity''at the Flying Horse Verity? .
.
It wasn't Margaret Lumley he was looking at, it was you.
You were wearing a locket that I saw at Forrester Grange In the photograph placed there by Georgina.
A locket given Verity by her adored Mr Raeburn that she'd promised him she would wear until her dying day.
When you saw him recognise it he had to die.
I don't think the poison was in the champagne.
Cocoa? You were wearing something Sleep tight.
Was it like that? Poor Mr Raeburn.
And poor Verity.
Your own special one.
You killed her.
There is no proof.
Isn't there? You killed me.
I loved you.
But you were leaving me.
She said St Elspeth had given her the strength But not to reject to Michael .
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to go with him.
I wished her good luck.
Verity.
Verity.
What did you do with her? - Where is she? - Dead and buried.
What did you do with her? I put her in Michael's room.
And telephoned the police anonymously? And told them a German was on the run at Bonaventure Rocks? Yes.
And then I prayed to St Elspeth .
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every day for a week And informed Mother Superior that the unidentified patient, nearly blind, in a coma, had died.
But in fact you wheeled him to Michael's room where Verity lay, and then The police were coming to search.
I had to wrap her in bandages.
I swaddled her in a shroud.
And then buried her as Ralph Collins.
But I wore her locket always.
And now I understand.
I wasn't in hospital all those months, was I? - You were here.
- In Michael's room.
I'm not Captain Martin Waddy of the Tank Regiment.
I'm Flying Officer Ralph Collins.
I expected you to die .
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but St Elspeth told me to atone and nurse you back to life.
You were my secret but I didn't know what to do with you.
And then she granted me a miracle.
I read of a woman, clearly disturbed, who wouldn't accept that her husband was missing at Dunklrk, presumed dead.
I sat by your bed as you recovered the memory I wanted for you.
And be with your wife Rowena.
Rowena.
I returned Captain Martin Waddy to his wife.
She thought it was a miracle.
She wanted to believe.
Martin? Army Welfare, Mrs Waddy.
He's home.
It's a miracle.
But when she recognised you, you had to kill her.
Poor Rowena.
It was you Raymond saw on Bonaventure Rocks, after you'd pushed Rowena Waddy to her death.
How do you know? l found a clue .
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and the scarecrow I'd noticed on the day of Mrs Waddy's murder had been moved .
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because you had used it in your deception.
While you were killing Mrs Waddy, dressed in the clothes you later placed in Michael's case Miss Dairymple saw you deep in meditation.
Of course, you couldn't answer her.
So it seemed you were nowhere near the Rocks when Mrs Waddy died.
I can never forgive myself.
It's God who forgives.
Please .
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a moment's prayer.
There's a new world out there.
That's very definitely the last ever time ever I pretend to be Verity.
- Yes, darling.
- Thank you.
How many grindingly hard years for blackmail? We're not pressing charges, Amanda.
Think of the papers.
Quite.
Ghastly.
Warm my seat.
Ray! Bunny's fancy-dress thing Saturday.
I'm going as a nun.
Sorry, but I'll be tip-tip-tapping on the new novel.
- Your jottings.
- And? - You've really got something.
- Oh, good.
Good.
I'm thinking of giving up the police.
Oh, but you have the makings of an excellent detective.
All aboard!