Wet Saturday

0:00 You see, George, he probably told people he was going to listen.

0:08 Certainly no one knows he came here,

0:10 but he didn't decide until he crossed the park.

0:13 He might have been attacked in the woods.

0:17 We must consider every detail.

0:20 A curate with his head battered in.

0:23 Don't bother. Don't.

0:24 A curate, head battered in.

0:30 Now, who would want to kill with us?

0:33 To kill with us? Well, I would with pleasure.

0:35 How do you do, Mrs. Princey?

0:37 Captain, Captain.

0:38 Oh, sit down, pray he mustn't get up for me, Mrs. Princey.

0:41 You either, my word.

0:43 Just being neighborly on a bad day.

0:46 I wanted to ask you about those daily abounds, Princey.

0:49 Took a shortcut on account of the rain and walked right in.

0:52 Knew you wouldn't mind.

0:53 Oh, he heard you, Papa.

0:55 My dear, we can all have our little jokes.

1:02 Don't pretend to be shocked.

1:04 This way, Smollett.

1:05 This chair facing the fireplace.

1:07 Sit down, Mother.

1:08 Just straightening the curtains to the sun porch, dear.

1:12 It looks so gloomy out there.

1:14 Might as well shut the rain out.

1:15 Just talking about the little theoretical cure-killing, Smollett.

1:21 You know, young people these days like thrillers.

1:24 Parsonicide.

1:25 Justifiable parsonicide.

1:27 Have you heard about Ella Bragdon, David?

1:30 I shall be most properly laughed at.

1:32 Why?

1:33 Why should you be laughed at, Smollett?

1:36 Oh, and a shot in that direction myself.

1:39 Then I said yes, too.

1:42 Haven't you heard?

1:43 Well, she told most people.

1:45 Now it'll look as if I got turned down for a white rat and a dog.