Miss Jane Marple:[in riding habit]Oh, Miss Milchrest, good morning. How nice to see you again.
Miss Milchrest:[apparently frightened]Good morning.
Miss Jane Marple:Don't look so frightened, my dear. I've done my quota of murders for today.
Miss Jane Marple:[attempting to console her dance partner, who is dismayed that the orchestra has chosen to play a rock song]One must be tolerant of the young, Mr. Enderby. I remember my dear mama was quite horrified when she caught me dancing the Charleston in public.
Hector Enderby:[the Inspector trips over a saddle on the floor of the foyer]Do you see that?
Inspector Craddock:Can't really miss it, can you?
Hector Enderby:It's a Broadbeech side saddle. Broadbeech, Northampton. Vintage too. Well, have a look. Have a look at the date, behind the stirrup iron.
Inspector Craddock:It says, er...
Hector Enderby:No don't tell me, I'll tell you. 1882. No, I'm lying to you. 1885.
Hector Enderby:I can tell you who it belongs to, too. I've only glimpsed one of these once in the whole country. Lady Kirk-Brackwell.
Inspector Craddock:No, it belongs to...
[rolls his eyes and sighs in exasperation]
Miss Jane Marple:Me, Mr. Enderby. Good morning, Inspector. My late mama's, of course.
Inspector Craddock:There have been stupid murderers, you know.
Miss Jane Marple:She's a timid woman, not a stupid one.
Miss Jane Marple:Am I to assume that you are not going to do anything about this?
Inspector Craddock:Nothing whatever. You see, I'm a policeman, Miss Marple. I'm only interested in facts.
Inspector Craddock:For goodness sake, Miss Marple! Why didn't you ring?
Miss Jane Marple:The law may have a long arm, Inspector. Unfortunately, I haven't.
Michael Shane:All right, so I lied to the policeman that morning, about riding. What difference does it make?
Rosamund Shane:Depends what you were doing.
Michael Shane:Well, I had some business, in the City.
Rosamund Shane:Did you? I hope it was to say goodbye to her.