Island in the Sun

Do you know what
I was thinking on the way home?

That I've never seen snow.

Imagine being my age
and never seeing snow.

Oh, it would be so wonderful
to go to someplace after Santa Marta...

where they have real blizzards,
real winters.

When did Whittingham
send this over?

The other day.
I forgot to mention it to you.

Have you read it?
The murderer confesses,
I suppose.

Is he married?
The man in the book who does the murder?

- No, he's not married.
- Pity.

I might have been
tempted to read it if he were.

He wouldn't want to
hurt his wife.

He wouldn't want her ever to know about it
and suffer on account of it.

The detective knows, doesn't he?
I mean, in the book.
And the fellow who did it is in a trap.

And it's closing in,
getting tighter every day.

Not a chance of
ever getting out of it.

What about that champagne
you promised me?

Were you jealous
of Hilary Carson?

Yes. I envied him because
he was the kind of man...

I thought that I wanted
to be and I couldn't.

I thought you were
attracted to him.

Hilary Carson?
I loved you.
I thought you didn't love me.

I thought that
sooner or later...

you'd fall in love with some man
who was better suited to you.

I thought Carson was
that kind of a man.

- Maxwell.
- Yes.

You didn't have
anything to do with the-

Don't be foolish.
You know that
I'm incapable of killing a man.