
Broadway Is My Beat: Miss Tulip Stays the Night
Montag, 26. Oktober 2026 · 1 h 08
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh, my God.
Would you autograph this for me, please? Well, of course, with pleasure.
I think it's one of your best, except to cause murder on a honeymoon.
Oh, well, I'm always at my best on a honeymoon, you know. Now then, what shall we say to the charming.
Hostess who made my trip so pleasant and never let me down?
How's that, hmm? This aircraft is about to land. Will all passengers kindly fasten their safety belts? That's what's called letting you down with a bump. Archie, come here. I know you're excited and so am I, but there's no need to show him.
Hey.
What are you doing there? I'm driving. But you don't know where we're going. Don't I? A, we're going to London. B, we're going to celebrate. And C, we're... Oh, no, we're not. I can't think why you're so keen about this living in the country business. It all seems pretty grim to me. You wait till you see it in the daytime. Well, where is this wretched cottage of yours, anyway? Near Redminster. Oh, Kate, not that awful place of Philip's. Why, it's got pumps and outside whatnots. Nonsense has been converted. Besides, I've even got a woman to come in and look after us. Oh, darling, do stop worrying. Everything's under control. Hurry up, darling.
Oh.
What is it now? What on earth did you put it there for? Well, I didn't put it there. It just put itself. Wheels don't put themselves anywhere, my sweet. Now, come on. Don't mess about. Look, you just sit in the car while I fix it. It's going to pour in a minute. I was only trying to help. Yes, I know. So just sit in the car and leave it to someone who knows how. I don't want to be inquisitive. Are you looking for something?
No.
No, it's just our way of having fun. We've lost our nut. Oh, there's still a thing to do. I'd come out and help you to find them, but I haven't got my glasses. Well, can you give us a lift to the next garage, then? That wouldn't help. Why not? I'm the nearest garage, and I'm not there.
Am I?
No. And it's very lucky for us, isn't it? Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. Would you? I'm beginning to think it's very lucky that I am here. We really are in trouble. You see, we're complete strangers around here... and we've simply got to get to Shepston. So you will help us, won't you?
My difficulty in life, I'm never able to resist a pretty face.
I've got an idea I'm not going to now. I'll run you over. What about the car? We'll see to that later. It won't run away. Ditch your things, and I'll put them in the back of the car. Thank you. Here we are at last.
It didn't take long, did it?
Time. Come on, Otis. Careful, dear. Thank you so much. I think you're wonderful. I think you're... Oh, never mind. Come on, Archie. Come on. Hmm, nice cheerful welcome from Mrs. Jones. Well, I suppose she's gone to bed. Oh, yeah, I've got a spare key. Good. Oh, darn, now I can't see a thing.
Ah, that's better.
Now, wait a minute while I find the light switch. What are you doing? I tripped. Well, stay where you are or you'll wreck the place. Oh, darling. And you told me to stay where I was. Don't be so silly. Oh, well, I expect it's woken up Mrs. Jones, which is probably a good thing in the long run. Now she can get us some food.
Andrew.
There. Doesn't look as though there's going to be any Mrs. Jones. What? Well, I distinctly remember. Look. Dear madam, I'm sorry, but my daughter is in trouble. Oh, I'm with her first, and I have to go to her. Your food is in the cupboard.
Hot water bottle in bed, two pints ordered for morning.
Hope to be back Monday. Yours faithfully, Emma Jones. P.S.
Please be careful with the drinking water tap in kitchen, as plumber didn't come as promised.
Well, I must say, that's a very fine start. You can't really blame her, darling. After all, it is her first. And anyway, I think it'll be rather nice to be left on our own.
Well?
Well, it's not bad.
Oh, I think it's wonderful. And I'm sure we're going to have a lot of fun. Now, darling, all you have to do is relax. I'll see to everything.
But there is just one little thing I would like you to do. There we are, Archie. That's better, isn't it? That should keep the darn thing quiet. Oh, I'm sorry, darling. Oh, it's all right. I suppose you couldn't help it. Look, you go upstairs and get your coat dry, and I'll finish getting dinner. What's it gonna be, tin-baked beans? Now, darling, don't get peevish. I promise it's going to be... Wonderful.
Absolutely wonderful. You think my cooking has improved? Who said anything about cooking? It's you I'm talking about. Oh, darling, I do love you so. And I love you too. But I've got all this to clear away. Oh, let it wait till the morning. I really ought to do it now.
You know, I'm beginning to think this country idea of yours is rather good.
Peaceful and quiet. Somebody knocking. No, it's probably the wind. Don't be silly. Look at Archie. Must be Mrs. Jones come back. Oh, not at this time of night. Besides, she's got her own key. Oh, well, who cares? You better see who it is, darling. How much longer am I going to be kept waiting here? Are you deaf or rude? Take my coat. Oh, certainly. Oh, I'm soaked.
Tulip's the name.
Oh, Miss?
Certainly. Go away, dog. Go away. Go away. Archie, stop it. Miss Tulip, this is Archibald Dax. Now, you're not to bark at Miss Tulip. My car's broken down.
I've no intention of spending the night in it or walking two miles in this storm.
Oh, but naturally not. Naturally not what? What you said. Quite. I'm glad you see my point. Well, isn't anyone going to show me to my room? Mrs., uh, what is it, Miss?
Mrs.
uh, allow me to present my wife, Kate. How do you Millicent Tulip, from the close. Forgive our ignorance. You see, we've only just arrived here, so we haven't had time to make acquaintances. Come along. Cigarette. Strangers, eh? So, that's why I didn't know your faces. Please don't apologize. Young man, I never apologize.
Come along.
Matches, quick. What are you doing here? Planning a murder. A murder? So you are the writer? Yes, he's the writer. Oh, why did I ever come here? I say, have you read any of my efforts? Of course.
All of them.
They're terrible. Terrible. Each one worse than the last. Surely they're not as bad as all that. I think they're very good. And with any luck, Murder, My Motive should get the Book of the Month award. Books? Are we talking about books? Of course. Do you like books? Yes, he's the Andrew Dax.
Dax?
Never heard of him. So you... you didn't write those letters? What letters? The anonymous letters. They keep coming. I received the last tonight.
I had to get away. Then the car broke down, and when you both started to talk about murder, I thought.
You must hide me. I'll be safe here. I can't go back. I can't.
Of course you can't. Now, what you need is a good night's rest. And tomorrow morning, we'll send for the police.
The police?
Never.
Idiots, the lot.
And yet, maybe you're right.
They should be informed. Of course they should.
Now, I think you ought to go to bed. But first of all, I'm going to go make you some hot milk.
Not hot. Cold. And put some whiskey in it. So you write, eh? Occasionally, Miss Tulip. When conditions are favourable to concentration. Interesting. Most interesting.
I am a distant relation of Anthony Trollope, the writer you know. Yes, I have heard of Mr.
Trollope. Mr. Dax, my revolver. If anyone attacks us during the night, don't ask questions. Shoot! Oh, but he may shoot first. Then you've had it. Here you are, Miss Tulip. Shall I show you to your room? And now to bed. Isn't he coming?
Oh, no.
Andrew wants to stay down here and work, don't you, darling? Was it this later? Yes, he's very behind with his present book. I see. Just bone lazy. Oh, well.
Distant relative of Anthony Charlevoix.
Thanks. It's much too late for drinking, darling. Besides, I need it. So do I. Cheers. Miss Tulip. Well, that reminds me. I've got another little job for you. She wants you to lock her jewelry in the safe. Safe? We haven't got a safe, have we? I know, but I haven't got the heart to tell her. You think she's mad? Of course. Mad as a march hare. Poor old thing was very frightened, though. Not half as frightened as I was. Oh, what a woman. She gives me the shivers. which is going to give you the shivers in more ways than one. I've lent her our only hot water bottle.
You know, darling, there are times when I almost like you.
If I let you go to bed now, will you promise to finish your book tomorrow? You know, darling, there are times when I almost.
Like you, too. Andrew!
Andrew! There's someone coming upstairs.
Oh! Hello, darling.
You awake? Oh, of course I'm awake. You crashing about the house like a bull in a china shop. Oh, I'm sorry, darling. I was being as quiet as I could be. That's just the point. If you'd made a real noise, I'd have known who it was. It's all my fault, darling. You just go to sleep and choke me off in the morning, huh?
Archie? Archie?
Archie?
Darling, are.
You hurt? What is it? It's Miss Tulip. She's dead, isn't she? Yes. Yes. Quite dead. Oh, Andrew! If only we'd been nicer to her. We weren't to know, were we? We didn't know she was going to die. Of course we didn't.
It's all so terrifying.
If we hadn't known Andrew, I knew.
Stop it!
Stop it!
I'll suck you! You wouldn't. I would, you know.
I'm sorry, Andrew.
That's better. I'm all right now. Look, you run along out into the garden and I'll have a look around. Andrew, I'm sorry I was such a baby. Anyway, you have all the atmosphere you want for your books now.
Andrew, it's awfully cold out here.
It's all right, darling. You can come in now. Feeling better? A bit. Good. Well, sit yourself down and, yeah, have a cigarette. Thanks. You know, I just can't understand it. I know she seemed a bit mad, but to do a thing like this... She didn't do it. It's not suicide, Kate. She was shot and there's no sign of a gun.
I'm afraid it's murder. But if she was shot, we'd have heard it. I know. Silly, isn't it? Besides, how could anyone have got in? French windows. They were open this morning when I came down. Were they? We shut them last night.
I know.
I thought Archie might have done it. By the way, where is Archie? He's gone rabbiting, I expect. You know what he's like when he gets in the country. Do you think he's all right? Trust Archie. Well, it wasn't forced anyway. I wonder if... I wonder if she let someone in herself. Why should she? Oh, and the remotest idea.
The whole thing's so screwy. Oh, Lord, I suppose I'd better telephone for the police. Andrew, must we have the police? Of course we must, but it'll be all right, darling. I know what, let's have a nice drink first. I'd rather have a cup of tea. Oh, heavens, I've left the kettle on. Kate, when the police do get here, let me do the talking. Of course, darling. I won't say a word. Andrew, tea. May I come in? Oh.
Good morning, madam.
There's a car outside in the lane in rather a dangerous position.
A car? Oh. Oh, that's not ours. Ours is miles away. We lost our nuts, you see. Oh, did you? I know it's not yours. It's Miss Tulip's. Can I have a word with her? She is here, isn't she? No, she isn't. Oh. Not really. Perhaps you can tell me where she's gone. Well, I couldn't do that. Why not? Well, that would only be guessing. And besides, I promised not to talk to the.
Perhaps you'd better speak to my husband.
I'll get him.
Andrew?
Andrew? Andrew, where are you? Oh, he's not there. Perhaps he's in the garden. Very nice, too, in the early morning.
Lovely fresh smell, nice bit of sun. A garden is a lovesome thing, God what. Rose plot, fringe pool, fern grot, the very school of peace.
That's not mine. Some other bloke. What's that? It's what? I thought so. Aphids. Are they? I'm afraid I don't know their names. Greenfly, to beginners. Look at them, having a wave at a time. Won't do, you know, won't do at all. I'm terribly sorry. So you ought to be.
Any man or woman who has greenfly on his roses is.
Capable of anything. Anything. I'll take them off.
No, no, no, no.
Spray them with soapy water. Washing soap, mind you. None of your scented stuff.
Any man or woman who squirts synthetic perfume over a rose is capable of murder.
Would you like some tea, officer?
Oh, well, thank you kindly, lady, but I'm afraid it's against regulations.
I'm on duty.
Mind you, we did have a lecture last week on courtesy. It would be ungracious to refuse.
Thank you very much. I take it you like gardening? Like it? I love it. That's why I transferred down here.
The soil's better. We can grow things. Better than that mangy allotment I had in London. I had eight years in London in the Met.
Far too much going on. Everybody rushing about. Dope. Hold-ups, fights, murders. Thank you. Never saw anything like it. Very different down here. Nothing ever happens. All very quiet. Except Mr.
Thorne, our CID inspector. Not altogether what you might call a quiet type.
Hello, what's that? More green fly?
No, over there.
It's a woman. Oh, um... Yes, that's, uh... Miss Tulip. I thought you said she wasn't here. Well, she isn't.
Uh....
In a way. I don't quite follow.
Oh, I see.
Forty winks. I'm afraid we'll have to wake her up. I'm afraid that'll be impossible, officer. You see, Miss Tulip is dead. Oh, well, that's different.
What did you say?
I was just going to ring for the police. Oh, that's a good thing I came along. What was it, heart failure? Oh, yes, in a way. She was shot. Shot? No, sir, don't touch anything, if you please. Everything has been left exactly as it is.
Hmm.
Nasty. Very nasty. I'll have to use your phone. Where is it?
Oh, yes.
Hello, Maggie. Get me the station, will you? It's urgent.
Eh?
The dahlias? No, they ain't birds, they're slugs.
I'll come round tomorrow with some powder.
Get the number quick, will you? It's very serious. Dear, dear. And you were just settling down to a nice cup of tea. Well, so were you. Oh, I didn't know she was there. No, but I did.
That's why I wanted the tea. How long have you been friends with Miss Tulip? Oh, we weren't friends. She just spent the night here.
Oh, spent the night here. But you didn't like her? I didn't say that. I just said that we weren't friends. Pardon my mistake.
Well, we didn't like her. As a matter of fact, she was very rude. Stalking in here and demanding a bed and milk and a hot water bottle.
And she seemed to think that we'd just give her whatever she wanted. Did she want that? Want what? Oh, now you're being silly.
Madam, as a proud but humble member of the police force, I must ask you to withdraw that remark.
Oh, I don't mean that you're silly. I just meant that it was silly to think that she'd want to be killed.
Apology accepted. But you'd better be careful of Mr.
Thorne.
As I said before, he's not altogether a quiet type.
Boy, where are you off to? The finish train.
I'm afraid I must ask you to remain here until the inspector arrives.
Oh, all right. Is there any objection to my having a cup of tea?
That, if I may say so, sir, is entirely a matter between you and your conscience.
Yes, yes, yes.
Hello?
Mr. Thorne? Detective Inspector Thorne here. 215 Feathers talking. At 10 a.m.
This morning, as I was proceeding along the Shepston Road.
Get on with it. In the course of my duty... Don't blather about your duty. In the course of my duty. In the course of my duty. Come to the point. I'm coming to the point.
Will you cut the cackle and come to the point?
How can I come to the point if you don't listen, sir? What's it all about? It's Miss Tulip.
What about her?
She's been murdered. That shook him. You know, Kate, there's something very funny about this business. It doesn't make me laugh.
Let's try and work out how it could have been done.
Now, suppose I was the murderer and was following.
Her. And the car breaks down.
But before I can do anything about it, she's in here with us.
So I. Well, I'd wait, and then, until she'd gone to bed, and then break in somehow. That's no good. Archie would have barked. Oh, that's true. Then she must have gone out and let someone in. That's it. There was mud on her shoes.
I threw stones at her bedroom window, and she came down and let me in through the French windows.
Then I did her in. Did you indeed? Oh, hello. Are you someone I should know?
I've a feeling you're going to know me extremely well, sir. My name's Thorn, Detective Inspector Thorn.
How do you do, Inspector? This is my wife. We were just reconstructing the crime. Reconstructing or recollecting? Well, I'm not altogether sure that I like the implication of that question. I'm not altogether sure that I intended you to like it, Mr. Curtis.
Mr.
Dax. What's that? Not Mr. Curtis, Mr. Dax. You told me the cottage belonged to Mr. Curtis. So it does, and Mr. Dax rented it from Mr.
Curtis.
Well, why didn't you say so? You didn't ask me. Are you here on holiday? No, such luck. Just working. Supposed to be working, but he hasn't done a stroke yet. So there's his lack of atmosphere, but it's just laziness, really. In the present murder... What my wife means. Just a moment, sir. I'd rather Mrs. Dex tell me herself. Yes, Mrs. Dex? Well, in murder by marriage, that's what he's supposed to be writing now. Writing? Oh, yes, Dax. You have all the facts. Oh, I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Dax. Are you really, Inspector?
Yes.
You always show us policemen to be such half-wits that it will be a privilege to get a few tips from such a brilliant amateur.
I shall be delighted to assist you in any way I can, Inspector. You really will? Splendid.
Then perhaps you'll assist us by telling us why you didn't ring us up straight away.
Well, I'm afraid my enthusiasm as a writer overcame my.
Duty as a citizen. He was looking for clues. Really? Oh, being Mr. Dax, I should have thought they would have given themselves up. Did you find any? Oh, naturally. Come on, Gat, I'll show you. Look at that button.
It's obviously fallen from Miss Tulip's hand. Now, it's quite usual for the victim to be found clutching a piece of the murderer's clothing, but that button is torn from Miss Tulip's own dress.
Oh, darling, you are clever. Isn't he clever, Inspector? Extremely clever, Mrs. Dax.
People do clutch at their clothing when they... I wish you'd tell me when to get a fire.
That thing, Wilson. Sorry, sir. It always makes me jump.
As I was saying, people do clutch at their clothing when they're dying.
Maybe. But you don't have much time when you're shot through the head. You've got a point there. Any more theories? No, none at the moment. Oh, too bad. Well, well, failing the mastermind, we'll have to rub along as best we can. I want to see that car. Car? Yes, the car Miss Tulip came in. Oh, that car. Uh, Harris?
Yes, sir?
Just keep Mrs. Dax from feeling lonely, will you? Very good, sir. Oh, but I want to go, too. Leave it to me. I'll fix it. Mr. Thorne, do you think Mrs. Dax might... You heard. I fixed it. You stay here.
Oh, well.
I suppose I might as well make some sandwiches and coffee.
I haven't had any.
Just a minute. Where are you going? There was somebody there at the window. I'm sure it was the murderer.
Now, now, now.
It's no good trying to bluff me. But it was a woman. I saw her distinctly. Now, now, now. Well, go and look for yourself if you don't believe me. Let you slip out through the front door. This is P.C. Feathers. Now, lady, let's be friends over this thing. What about that coffee, eh? All right. I'm not going to make it by myself.
You'd better come with me. Try and keep me out. Seems dead all right. Funny, eh, Mr. Dex?
Why, I don't see there's anything funny about it. Cars do stop, you know. It's just a darn nuisance that this one.
Packed up last night. Yes, it's quite a coincidence. Do you know anything about cars, Mr.
Dex?
Just enough to switch on and press the starter, about all. Wasn't one of your books called The Garage Murder? Uh, yes. Oh, but that was strictly non-technical. Was it? Oh, I thought you thought it with the aid of your mechanic genius. Oh, I say, you're quite a fan of mine. Well, if you get to put it that way. It's a pity you know so little about cars, Mr. Dex.
Oh?
Why?
Because you could have fixed this one in a jiffy. All that's wrong is that the main distributor leader slipped out of its socket. Well, it must be loose.
It isn't.
It looks as if.
Someone had deliberately disabled the car. Almost as if someone wanted Miss Tulip to spend the night. Then they didn't know Miss Tulip.
Did you, Mr. Vax? Did I what? Know Miss Tulip. Well, not before last night. Quite a short friendship. Come on, let's get back to the house.
You know, Inspector, you're developing a nasty, suspicious mind, but you're wasting your time turning it on me.
You think so? That's your expert view. That's my inspired view.
You see, I'm one of the only two people in the world who know the vital fact of this murder.
You are?
Yes.
I know I didn't do it, and the murderer knows he did. And if you'd concentrate on finding him instead of making cheap cracks about my book... I'm conducting his investigation, Mr. Dex, and I'll turn my nasty, suspicious mind in any way I think will do most good. All right. I'm certainly trying to be helpful. No routine investigation, Mr.
Hicks.
I don't like to be caught by unexpected discoveries. Well, then, I don't expect you like that. You take your hands off me, Tom Akers. I wasn't doing any harm. What's all this? You tell this great lout to take his hands off me. All right, Akers. Who is she? Miss Gale, sir. Miss Tulip's companion. She's rather deaf. What are you doing here, Judith?
Don't you shout at me. All right, leave it to me. What are you doing here, Miss Gale? Speak up, can't you? What we want to know is... I heard.
It's Miss Tulip. She didn't come home last night, and I got worried.
Well, why didn't you phone the police? I don't hold with telephones.
I was going down to the police station when I saw you all nosing round the car, and I thought I'd better find out what was happening before I said anything.
Who's he? Mr. Dax, the tenant of the cottage. We'd better go inside. Strangers, eh? I don't hold with strangers. I'm afraid you're not going to hold with what you'll find inside, either. Sit down, Judith.
Eh?
I said sit down.
Why?
I'm not tired. You sit down if your feet are troubling you. No, I didn't stand up. Well, where's the mistress? You better prepare yourself for a shock. She's had an accident. Accident?
How?
We don't quite know.
You don't have to try and break it gently. You mean she's dead, don't you?
Yes.
She's been murdered. You forgot the sandwiches. That's her, the woman in the window. Who is she? I'm Miss Gale. Who are you? This is Mrs. Dax. Now, there's no reason... Well, do, Feathers. Yes, sir. Well, um, should we have some coffee? Not for me. She doesn't hold with it. Feathers, darling? Oh, you're undermining discipline, Katie. Oh, don't be so silly. Of course he can have some coffee, can't he, Inspector? Oh, take it, man, and stop all this chit-chat. Well, if you insist, sir. Thank you. Now, Judith, a few questions. Did Miss Tulip seem at all strange lately?
Not more than usual, except for her tantrums. I'm not really surprised she got herself murdered. I'm saying that it was her nerves.
She wasn't strong, then? Strong? She was as strong as a horse.
No, it was that doctor always hanging round and dosing.
Her up with medicine. Sandwich, sir? Yes, thank you. Care for another? Nerves.
Indigestion was the only trouble with her. She ate too much and too fast. All she needed was a good dose of bicarb of soda.
Told her so, and him too. I don't hold with doctors. Good morning, good morning. Sorry to be so long. Such a fat, bouncing boy. Mrs. Capes, you know. Thought at one time I'd lost the father. Nervy type. Well, Inspector, what have you got for us today? Not another road accident, I hope. No, worse than that, Doctor. Over here.
Millicent!
It's Millicent! Where did this terrible thing happen? What's she doing here? I'm sorry to give you a shock, Willis. I didn't know. Don't you pretend you're sorry. Judith Gale, what are you doing here? Well, as much right here as you.
More.
I wanted to help her.
Help her?
You know you always hated your mistress. I wasn't always trying to borrow money from her. How dare you make such a... That's enough! We're going to do all this later on. Meanwhile, I want your medical report. You can also identify the body.
Yes, of course.
I'm sorry. Oh, Inspector. I'd be obliged if you'd let me go upstairs and finish my dressing.
Feathers here seem to prefer me in my shirt sleeves, but it's really getting very draughty.
He wanted to get his coat earlier, sir, but I thought he'd better wait till you've been over the house.
You were quite right. Thank you, sir. For months. Go and get it for him. Know the room? No, sir. First on the left. It's a great tweed. I dropped it when I heard my wife scream. Thank you. Thank you. I suppose it couldn't be suicide. Impossible. What about the gun? What do you mean? Well, type and caliber.
Oh.
We'll have to remove the bullet before we can discover that. Where are her rings? Rings? Yes. Her fingers were always covered with them. Valuable, too. Are these the ones? No doubt about it. Where did you get those? On the floor by Mr. Dax's coat. Can you explain this? Yes, I can. I'm not talking to you. It's quite simple.
I'm sure it is. I understand now why you were so anxious to get your coat. You know, Mr. Dax, this puts rather a different complexion on things. Does it? Might I ask one question? Is it important? Yes, very. Oh, go ahead.
May I put my coat on?
Certainly, Mr. Dex. I wouldn't like to take you down to the station in your shirt sleeves. This is ridiculous. Why, Miss Tulip gave him the ring. On half an hour's acquaintance? Yes. Oh, I know it sounds absurd, but then the whole thing was crazy. It certainly was.
She just barged in here demanding all sorts of things and rambled on about anonymous letters and.
Anonymous letters? Yes.
She said she'd had some threatening letters and for a time seemed to think that I'd written them.
Did she?
Yes. Why?
Well, how should I know? You know, there's something familiar about this story.
It's rather like one of your.
Books, Mr. Diggs. Oh, thank you.
But I can assure you I've not been imagining things. Although Miss Tulip's whole behavior was unreal. Asking Kate to lock her rings up and giving me the.
Giving you the what? Don't tell him, Andrew.
He hasn't even thanked you for finding her rings.
But I'm sure he was very grateful, darling. I'm still waiting to hear what else Miss Tulip gave him. Oh, nothing very much. Just a gun. A gun? Where is it? I can't remember where I put it. I chucked it somewhere or other. Was it loaded? Well, I didn't look. Well, suppose you start now.
You know, I'm not sure my union allows me to do the work of the police.
Does your union allow you to be arrested for murder? I never asked them. You didn't see it in the bedroom, I suppose?
No, sir.
Oh, pity. Hmm, now let me think. Wait a minute, though. Thank you, Mr. Deck. Oh, damn rinsenies. Hmm. One shot, fine. Doctor, could that be it? Well, I'm not a ballistic expert, you know.
The most I'd like to say is that there's no reason why this should not be the weapon.
Thank you, Doctor.
Mr.
Dax, your only objection to having your fingerprints taken? Oh, no, no, not at all, if it'll help. You'll have to have mine, too. Why? Did you handle the gun as well?
No, but if you're taking Andrew's, then you might as well take mine.
After all, I am his wife. All right, Sergeant, we'll have them all down. You can take a couple, will you? Oh, certainly. Can't do anything more now. Simple case. Cause of death, cerebral hemorrhage, occasioned by a lesion of the frontal lobe. I thought you said she was shot. Same thing, darling. Well, then why not say so? I'm going to get my coat.
Out!
Out! Out!
Mr.
Dex? Oh, don't worry. I'm not escaping. Archie! Archie! Where are you?
Archie.
Archie, come on. Come on. Archie. What is it? Miss Tulev. Thank you, Mr. Dex. Where did you get this? Well, just there. You didn't drop it? No, I didn't. And look, someone's been lying here. Probably you, Mr.
Dex.
Very funny. A ground man. Use your eyes.
That accounts for us not hearing anything. And the French windows being open. She was shot here and left lying while the murderer went to see if the coast was clear.
But changed her mind and walked into the house. Now, that's impossible. Don't be stupid. Of course it's impossible. Oh, I didn't mean that at all. I meant if she'd been lying out there... I don't care what you meant. I meant you to keep quiet. Very good, sir. And stop messing about with that honeysuckle. Wisteria. What's that? It isn't honeysuckle. It's wisteria. Be careful, fellas. Be very careful. Oh, I will, sir.
I never make a mistake about the names of plants.
Now, this particular plant... Fellas! Don't get the others ready. Very good, sir. Fingerprints, Mr.
Dax.
Oh, Andrew, what a funny little thingy you've got. Would you like mine now? No, ma'am. The inspector will see to that, if it proves necessary.
Well, I think it is necessary. After all, we're both in this thing up to our necks.
Oh, darling, don't say such things. to say what time Miss Tulip went out or why.
No, and that's how I know she wasn't herself. I've been her only friend for years. And if the doctor says anything to the contrary, he's a liar.
You don't like Dr. Willis, do you? Like him?
Nasty, crawly toad. Always getting round and making out she was ill and giving her medicine.
According to Mr. and Mrs. Deck, she'd been receiving threatening letters. Never. Or I'd have known. I always opened the post. Nothing but bills.
Mostly from the doctor. If anyone was after her money, it was him.
Mr. Dax says that Miss Tulip gave him a gun to protect her. Do you know if she had a gun? She had a gun, all right. But it was the doctor's. The doctor's? Yes.
I heard him say that he'd be much happier if she had something to protect herself with. And then I saw him take something out of his bag. And what else did he say?
What? What else did he say? I don't know. He saw me standing outside and he shut the door in my face. Come in. The prince will be ready in ten minutes, sir. Right, thank you. That's it?
Fancy giving a thing like that to the poor dear? Nasty, vicious thing. If you want to know who done that murder.
All right, all right, all right. Take Miss Judith out, will you? And bring in Mr. and Mrs. Dax. Yes, sir. Get Dr. Willis on the line, will you? Oh, hello. Audio over, Mr.
Dax?
I do hope they didn't hurt you. Not at all. It's a pleasure to be fingerprinted. Makes you feel one of the family, so to speak. Then perhaps you'll take one of the family chairs. Thank you.
No.
Whose idea was it to come down to Wood Cottage?
Oh, mine.
You see, Andrew had got behind in his new book.
And Philip, that's our publisher, was getting very worried.
You see, they have to stick to dates. And Andrew never will. Oh, nonsense.
It's no good saying nonsense, darling. You know you promised to deliver before you went to America.
when you had that 500-pound advance. Oh, you had a 500-pound advance? Yes. And you still haven't finished the book? No. Then you're being pressed by your publisher. Being pressed? Look, Inspector, publishers are mean and grasping people.
So if I don't get in first and plead poverty and a lack of inspiration, I get done.
Now, just a minute. Let's stick to facts. You owe your publisher 500 pounds, and he's asking you to repay it. Repay, Philip? Oh, don't be silly. What a crazy idea. Hello. Yes, put him through. Oh, hello, Doctor. Yes, I'm glad you rang.
I wanted your report on the time of death. Not before 10 and not after 12. You're quite definite about that. Oh, the revolver. Miss Judith said it belonged to you. Well, I'd like it cleared up. Yes, I know she is. Oh, Miss Tulip's solicitors? Yes, Burton and Travers in the high street.
Was that Dr. Willis? Yes. Why?
Saying that death occurred between 10 and 12.
But that's ridiculous. And your story is ridiculous too, Mrs.
Dex. According to you, Miss Tulip was frightened, yet she appealed to you, perfect strangers for protection. She spoke of threatening letters which Judith said she never had. Your husband's being pressed for money, yet she gave you jewelry to put in a non-existent safe, and she gave you the gun to shoot her with. I've enough ridiculous facts to arrest you both.
Then why don't you, Inspector?
Perhaps I'm waiting for the big build-up in the last chapter, Mr.
Dax.
Or perhaps it's all just a little too easy and obvious, and you don't want to make too.
Big a fool of yourself. Take Mr. and Mrs. Dax back to Wood Cottage. Yes, sir. And stop at Burton and Travis Solicitors on the way. What for? I want a little legal advice. Any objection? You surprise me. I shouldn't have thought you wanted advice from anyone. Which only goes to prove that sometimes even the police can be wrong. Goodbye, Inspector.
Get me Constable Feathers at Wood Cottage. 215 Feathers speaking. Mr. Thorne? Oh, the body's been removed. Everything's in order, and I'm just about to leave. You'll do nothing of the kind. Stay where you are. Could you speak a little louder, sir? I can't quite hear you. Don't let Mr. Dax out of your sight. Keep a close watch on him. Inside or out?
That depends on how tactful.
You can be. Oh, well, then leave that to me, sir.
And, fellas, watch your step. We don't want another corpse on our hands at Wood Cottage, do we?
Well, I can't say I'm very.
Keen.
I don't know that I can give you the information.
Look, Mr.
Burton, we only want to know if either Dr. Willis or Miss Gale are mentioned in the will.
No.
No?
Because there is no will.
They were mentioned in some draft she drew up some time ago, but Miss Tiller kept changing her mind right after a week or so ago.
She was coming to see me, but she never came, so she died untested. Untested? Well, then who inherits? No one. But surely she must have some family.
Miss Tulip was the last of a very long line. She and her sister Angela were the only children.
Well, what happened to Angela? She went to Australia. Australia? The missing heir.
She had disgraced her family, run off with some young profligate. Her father was devoted to her. It took him many years to forgive her.
And when he did, it was too late. She was dead.
Leblanc killed the old man, and Miss Millicent was left alone.
Sole heir to the tulip fortune.
Then there's still maybe some heir.
Don't you see? If Angela had a baby... There would still be no legal heir. The man Angela eloped with deserted her without implementing his promise of marriage.
Hmm.
Ditched her, did he? You men. They've got him, too. Oh, no. What are you doing here? A matter of duty, sir. Well, am I to take it that we're under arrest? Oh, no, sir.
Then may I ask just what you're doing in my house?
Well, I... You see, the inspector said... Yes, Feathers? Uh... Well, I can't tell you. It's confidential. Then let me guess. Your orders are to see that I don't, to put it vulgarly, do a bunk. Exactly. No, not exactly. In a manner of speaking, you see, the inspector said... Hold up places with the inspector. Yes, sir. No, sir. Well, make up your mind.
Yes, sir.
Feathers, you know as well as I do, the police have no right to infest my premises. Infest? The word was chosen with care. I'm sorry, sir, but my instructions are... To make sure that I don't vamoose. Feathers, the whole of the outside world is yours. It's a bit chilly outside, sir. Yes, isn't it? I wish you a hearty good day. Where is he? Oh, Andrew.
How can you turn poor Mr. Feathers out into the cold? Think how you'd feel if he got pneumonia.
I know how I'd feel. Oh, but then I suppose they'd save him. Now you're being very unkind. I think he's nice. Look how he helped me with the coffee this morning. I'm sure if we let.
Him stay, he'd do the same again. There's so much to do. There's the carpet and.
Stairs to be swept... and the grate to be cleaned and all the dusting... Well, I don't think I could very well do anything like that. You see, I'm on duty. I should have thought that it was your duty to give us a hand. Then, of course, if you don't like us enough, then... Well, if you put it that way, lady, I suppose....
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Kate, I'm worried. Feathers must have had orders to stay here at all costs. Otherwise, he'd have never allowed himself to be turned into a housemaid. Oh, of course he would. He's very nice. Well, that's not the point. The inspector must seriously believe I killed Miss Tulip. Yes, but we know you didn't. Well, that's not going to be much comfort if I'm hanged. Oh, hanging was never meant to be very comfortable. Andrew, don't talk like that. Well, it's happened before. What?
I have an idea floating around in the back of my brain, but, well, it just won't gel.
Don't turn that on, otherwise we should be drowned. Anyway, I'm doing the washing. All right. And don't use that cloth. Why not? Because Mrs. Jones left it outside yesterday and it got soaked. There's a clean one in the drawer. Of course, that's right. It was raining yesterday and last night. Kate, I've got it. Got what? The answer to the riddle.
It's all clicking into place. I may be wrong, but... Feathers! What do you want feathers for?
Feathers!
Feathers, come in a minute. I want you to think very carefully. When you examine the body, were the clothes damp or dry? Ah, that's just it. They were dry.
That's why she couldn't possibly have laid outside in the shrubbery.
Not in that storm. Then why didn't you say so? I tried to, but you know our inspector. Nobody knows anything but him. Annie Sackwell. Right, now there's only one chance. I must get out of here. You can't do that, sir. Well, of course I can. I know. The inspector rang up definite. Very definite he was. Not to let you out of my sight. Oh, come on, Feathers. I'm sorry, sir. I'd like to help if I could, but orders is orders.
If he hadn't rung up special, it would have been different.
Help!
Feathers! Quick! Do something! All right, Eddie. Leave it a bit. I see the bubble.
This platform's tightening.
That's it. That means my strong suit. Well, I used to be. Do you think we should turn it off at the main? Yes, if you wouldn't mind. Before I get wet. Andrew, you heard what Mr. Fedders said. Go and turn it off at the main. All right, darling. I won't be very long. Ah, work loose again. I'm afraid we need to get the new one. Still, I'll try to fix it up for you temporary. Here we are.
There we are.
Everything's at Trafalgar Square.
Like an English summer, isn't it? Oh, what a shame. Oh, your beautiful uniform getting spoiled. I'm sure it could just... Beginner's luck. I'm soaked to the skin. Look, why don't you take your uniform off and we'll dry it in here. I'll get you my husband's dressing gown. Thank you. Here. Where is he? Here. He's gone. He's opted. I know, but he'll be back. What about Mr. Thorne? What about Andrew's neck? What about my pension? Give me the police.
Have you taken leave of your senses? What do you think this is, a fancy-dress party?
Couldn't say, sir.
It's all my fault, Inspector. You see, the tap went wrong, and Mr. Feathers came to my rescue. Only he got awfully wet, so we're drying his uniform in the kitchen.
And Mr. Dex, thinking everything's in good hands, just went for a walk. Oh, no.
Andrew hates walking. He took Feathers' bicycle. So you let him pinch your bike? Surely, Constable, you should have given it to him.
Where are your manners? I was being tactful, sir. Oh, for goodness sake, man, don't stand about like that. It makes you look even sillier than you are already. Come put your uniform on. Well, it's all wet. So are you. Go and put it on. To be taken in by a smart aleck like that.
What exactly do you mean by a smart aleck like that?
Just what I say, Mrs. Dax. Your husband... Is not a smart aleck.
And if you had one grain of common sense, you'd know it.
He's gone because he has a clue. That's what he told you. Oh, don't be so silly. Anyone would think that you really believed Andrew was guilty. And they'd be right. I have a warrant for his arrest. But you're mad. Give me one good reason why he should want to murder Miss Tulip.
I'll give you ten, which is the number of pieces of her jewelry still missing.
That doesn't prove anything. No, but the gun does. It only has one clear set of fingerprints on it. Your husband's. But he couldn't have killed her. We were together all night. All night, Mrs.
Dax?
Yes. And did you go to sleep? Of course. Then how do you know your husband was with you?
Because the least noise wakes me up. Well, I remember when he came back with the milk and biscuits, I.
When he what, Mrs. Dax?
When he went for the milk and biscuits, I woke immediately. I think you said when he came back.
No, no, when he went. I know I'm right because I was thirsty too.
And I remember thinking how lucky it was that Andrew was out in the cold and not me.
So he got you some as well? As well? Or did you drink out of the same glass? There was only one glass in your room this morning. I don't remember. Yes, it was the same glass. I had a drink from his. Mrs. Dax, when your husband left you, you were asleep. So you haven't a clue how long he was away, where he went, or what he did. But we have.
We say that while you were sleeping, he went down and murdered Miss Tulip, and that at this moment, he's on the run.
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Hello?
Hello.
No exchange.
Get me the police. Yes. Well, you'd better split. Alert all cars. No sign of him yet. He's got to go somewhere, and it's my bet that he'll come back here. But surely if.
If, as you say, he did have something to do with Miss Tulip's death, then the last place he'd come would be here.
Perhaps his superior knowledge of police methods will suggest that this is a place we won't be watching.
Andrew is not a murderer. And even if he was, he wouldn't be stupid enough to come here. See, you might just as well go back to your cells and handcuffs and things and leave me in peace. Don't underestimate one factor, Mrs. Dax.
You.
I don't suppose you've known many men on the run.
I have.
There's one thing they all suffer from. Loneliness. The knowledge that every man's hand is against them. I'll lay a fiver he comes back here.
Andrew!
The police are here! The police! I wondered if you could help me. I'm so silly, but I've lost my way. Won't you come in? Oh, no, no, no, no, I won't come in. It'd only make you late. Make me late?
Yes.
I'm not going anywhere. Oh, you're so right. So right. You wouldn't like it anyway. It's the summertime, you know. Gets the clocks all, all upset. Don't you think? Madam, would you kindly tell me who you are? Certainly not. We've not been introduced. Miss Tulip. Well, I mustn't stop your rehearsal. We're not play acting, madam. We're the police. Oh, I'm so sorry.
I only use my glasses when I'm reading. We've got police in Australia, too, you know.
Australia? You're Angela. Yes, I'm Angela. But you're dead. Oh, I don't think so. Am I? Oh, she's heard that funny story. What funny story? About my being killed in the railway crash. All the papers had my name all over them.
The people were so surprised when I turned up alive. It was so exciting.
And your sister knew of this? Oh, yes, yes, Millicent knew. I sent her all the cuttings to explain. When did you get back? Oh, I'm not going back.
It'd be so silly to go back, having come all this way here, wouldn't it? Besides, Millicent is meeting me.
At the station. Miss Angela, perhaps you'd better sit down. Oh, how kind of you. Thank you. I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. Oh, don't tell me she's cross with me again. No, she won't be cross with you anymore.
Oh.
You see, she's dead. Murdered.
Oh, she should be more careful. But she can't possibly be dead without seeing me. You see, we quarreled. That's why I eloped to Australia. It wasn't until years after that I wrote home, having read the announcement of my father's death in the paper.
Then Millicent wrote and told me he'd cut me out of his will. Is that why you killed her? I don't understand. Mrs. Dex, I must ask... Quiet! You hated Millicent, didn't you? For the way she'd opposed you and made it necessary for you to run away.
And when you heard how she cheated you out of your father's money, you decided.
To kill her. My dear, you... you don't know what you're saying. Mrs. Dex, you mustn't make wild accusations like that. They're not wild, but I am, accusing Andrew of murder. Anyway, she's been here before, and I can prove it.
How?
Because when she came in, Archie didn't bark. He knew her. Look at him now. All animals like me, but that's no proof. I wouldn't be too sure of that.
Andrew!
Mr. Dax! In the name of the law, I... Why don't you keep quiet while I talk to the inspector? I'm sorry to have to run out on you, Inspector, but.
Well, I've been doing a little research on a story I thought of.
Yes, Mr.
Dix?
Yes, Inspector. I've been working very hard, as a matter of fact. I've got quite a headache. And now I'm on the last chapter. The one where we have the grand finale.
And the brilliant amateurs holds the mystery that's baffled the pleats.
That's right. But it was really Kate who solved the mystery. Oh, Andrew, did I? Yes, it was when you told me not to use that damp tea cloth and reminded me that it had been raining. Feathers was onto it, too. Feathers? Yes, he saw the snag right away.
You see, although the body had been lying outside, her clothes were still quite dry.
That was when the penny dropped.
And as for you, never again will I say anything against a woman's intuition. Your reconstruction of the crime was masterly.
Was it?
Yes, but not quite right.
She hated her sister, all right. And she killed her.
It was a clever plot to drive towards the close, stop on the way, commit the murder, and then, imposing on two complete strangers, dump the body in the shrubbery to establish an alibi, change clothes with the corpse during the night, and appear the next day as her newly arrived sister, the only.
Surviving member of the Tulip family, to claim the estate. And that, that is exactly what you did do, Miss Millicent Tulip. Millicent Tulip? Hit the jackpot in one. Splendid. All for the disguise. You should have found that out.
Elementary.
Go on, back on the beat. Millicent Tulip, I arrest you for the murder of your sister, Angela. Oh, you're wasting your time, Inspector. She's as mad as a March Hare. It's a lie. A March Hare's as sane as I am. Cost me a packet not to be certified. Come along with me, madam.
Where are we going?
To the station. Good, I love trains. Can we get some tea? Oh, yes. Never drink it. Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get cracking. I'm marching along.
This way, madam.
I know the way, I know the way. I'm marching along. Come along, come along, come along. Come along, come along, come along, come along, come along, come along, come along. Well, how crazy can you get? Thank heavens that's over.
Oh, yes.
Now you'll be able to finish your book at last, darling.
You're supposed to be writing one, remember?
Oh, I'm not going to finish that. What? No, I've got a much better idea. Oh, no. Oh, yes. And the title? Miss Tulip Stays the Night.
THE END
Oh, my God!