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Murder on the Dirigible

MACALLISTER: Please, Captain. Don’t interfere!

METCALF: Shut up, Miss Murderess. What the hell are you trying
to say, Matthews?

MATTHEWS: You’ve got to let her go. I’m your man.

METCALF: This is really screwy. (looks from one suspect to the
other) Well, her story is a little thin. What’s yours?

MATTHEWS: I had to shut him up. He was going to blow the
whistle on me. I’ve had some financial problems and I took money
from Oglethorpe’s father in return for making the company look bad.
I delayed flights and arrived late deliberately to make passengers
frustrated. That was supposed to cut down the return fares and lose
money.

METCALF: Just a minute. Oglethorpe: can you confirm that?

OGLETHORPE: Me? I’m innocent! I don’t know what my father
does behind the scenes: the business world is a jungle, everyone
knows that.

MACALLISTER: (glares at Oglethorpe) You skunk!

METCALF: Quiet! Go on, Captain. Tell us what you did.

MATTHEWS: I—I knew Fisk had found out about me, so—

METCALF: How did you know he knew?

MATTHEWS: I heard him asking Miss MacAllister about me.

METCALF: Very interesting.

MATTHEWS: So I knew, you see, that he would expose me at the
meeting to scare the others into selling out. I couldn’t afford to let
that happen.

METCALF: Where did you get the golf tee and the poison?

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