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I wish it were true, my dear friend.

I don't know. I-I'll try to think of something.

Mrs. Fletcher, did Diego confide something in you,

I had no idea. No one did.

Especially to see you.

Oh, you have a treat in store, Henry. Really? Well, I find most women authors to be cold fish.

- And you fool me every time. - Well, that-that is the idea, Belle.

It would be rather futile, wouldn't it?

I mean, it could have been caused by amyl nitrate.

a place where I could work and commune with my God.

Your gallery must own at least a dozen original Diego Santana paintings.

Oh, Belle. Listen to me.

I ki... [Laughing]

Of course. Still it's a bit unfair, you know?

But the same painting by an artist suddenly dead, is quite another.

- Imagine finding you up here. - Well, hello again, Inspector Kyle.

Then it must have been Stefan who disabled the radio.

Well, actually, Jessica, apart from this morning, I haven't seen Willard since, uh,

But didn't you just buy the Gold Madonna from my friends the Ralstons?

Yes, I thought you were rather quiet up at the house.

Can I speak to Miguel Santana?

- Stefan? - Who else? Margo, don't you see?

Miguel disappeared, almost immediately after they arrived at the hospital.

You think he faked it? I didn't think so.

even assuming you're right, why would he do such a thing?

[Elaine] Belle, would you play something for us? [Belle] Oh, no, I couldn't.

[Sighs] A year in a man's life.

How? Like this? [Gasps]

on my way home to the States. Were you? How delightful!

I will warn you!

Doctor, are you quite sure?

I think we can eliminate Belle.

Which narrows the list down quite considerably to one:

I'm sorry. Like you, I am not delighted at the prospect of spending another night...

But I guess I'm not sophisticated enough to play this charade, that's all.

but tonight, I enjoy the privilege of giving.

[Chuckles] Good morning, everyone.