Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Grunts]
to the... some very reliable friends in London. And?
it is not necessarily one of us.
the Derby at Epsom in April.
Belle, I haven't seen you making the, uh, concert rounds lately.
- Willard Kauffman. - Who perhaps conveniently had a heart attack this morning.
[Gasps] Stefan! It is wonderful.
Oh! He's drowning!
Oh, you know her? Only by reputation.
You seem very out of breath. I've been hurrying.
When I found you were missing, I got rather worried.
impressive display of seaside gardening.
Ah! It seems the last of my guests have arrived.
Now, you said that someone came up behind you and grabbed you. Mm-hmm.
Oh, really, Jessica! It's general knowledge...
I mean, how can a man without resources buy up valuable artworks?
I-I could not breathe.
I thought I heard someone... in the shed, and...
A left-handed smoker.
All right.
He can't, unless he's acting for someone else.
- She could use it, poor darling. - You're disgusting.
The raft is missing. You sure?
Me? Oh, Diego. Well, your talents as a detective are very well known.
Stefan Conrad still hasn't returned from the search.
But, Maria, I can't. I can't leave the island without arousing my father's suspicions.
Oh, thank you, Belle.
I mean, I don't believe that he sneaked back on the island and shot Diego.
Love? [Laughing]
When was my last hit play? What, 10, 12 years ago?
Well, I for one find that rather hard to believe.
[Footsteps]
Okay.
The only left-handed smoker on the island... or, I should say, off the island.
at Heathrow. Quite by chance.
- Uh, or is it just Mr. - Whichever you prefer.
And you, Sir John. You honor me with your presence.
Was his attack genuine? Oh, yes. Apparently so.
Sir John, were you aware...
[Dog Barking]
It is a rare and lucky man who can reach his 60th birthday...
the least she could do is to arrive looking modestly presentable.
[Willard] Hmm. What would you do with it, my darling?
Well, well, well. Mrs. Fletcher.
And now, if I may, I have a little surprise for one of you. [Ringing Bell]
to live in the shadow of a true genius.