Collecting Evidence | Murder Most Foul |Miss Marple

I'm collecting... No. I'm collecting jumble for the church bazaar. You're a Christian, surely? I should hope so. Well, then. Oh, well, if it's jumble for the church, there's plenty here. Come in. Oh, thank you. I've got all her stuff here, you know. You've heard of my sister, of course. Ah, yes, the poor lady. Oh, I always thought she'd come to a bad end. One of those theatricals, you know. Really? I thought she was a barmaid. Oh, yes, but she used to be on the stage. Did it in there, you know, with these bare hands. Gloved ones. Well, it comes to the same thing in the end. This way. She was always sticking her neck out, that one. She did leave you her cottage, I believe. Didn't have time to arrange her will, did she? No. It would seem not. Well, I mustn't decry her. My own sister. Blood's thicker than water, I suppose. Here's all her stuff. Nothing of value. Probably got it from a jumble sale herself. She used to swear these rat tails was mink. And look at this coat. I wouldn't be seen dead in it. Can't imagine why she dressed in these rags when she had all that money. A real little slut she was. I remember when she was a kid. Always wanted to be an actress. An actress, I asked you. Mean she was, you know. Me? A little touch of rheumatism. I find this beneficial. Oh, really? Yes. You know, you should try rubbing linseed and vinegar into the joints makes a new woman of me. I bear that in mind. Thank you very much. That'll be the insurance man paying out, you know. They don't like it when the unforeseen does occur. Persistence, Mr. Stringer. Persistence. Foot in door. Well, I hope you brought it in cash. Brought what, ma'am? Oh, come on, come on. Now, I don't want the same trouble as when my John passed away. I don't understand. Well, you are from the insurance, aren't you? Oh, no, ma'am. No. I was hoping to interest you in improving your mind. I was wondering if you'd allow me to show you the new Wonder Book. Do? Come in, Mr., um... Come in. Delicious. Mm-hmm.