margaret ellis was a fine, intelligent woman and a close personal friend.forgive me. you assist mr. spencer how exactly? i organize his diary, i set up meetings. right. and a meeting-- that's why you were here? this was an informal meeting of friends. we were here to discuss the war and the likely direction it might take. i'd get a move on with this investigation if i were you. you could be out of a job in a week. oh, if the-- the germans invade-- guy's not really being serious. it's certainly a possibility. and would i be right in thinking it's something you'd approve of? i don't care what you think, mr. foyle, of me or of my politics. i was here in a private capacity. i was not breaking the law. but last night, someone took a shot at me-- 3 shots, to be precise. and like it or not, it is your job to find out who. so you don't think it was mrs. ellis that was the intended target? guy's had death threats before. i was standing here. mrs. ellis was sitting there, and her husband, arthur, was on the other side. her husband? he was a member of the group? assoc

margaret ellis' will-- he had the most to gain from it. i still think that spencer was the likely target, sir. all right. [clock ticking] sam: arthur ellis-- who'd want to kill him? foyle: i don't know, but you probably do. my guess is, he probably saw something. that's what always happens. he sees something, then the killer has to silence him before he can say what he knows. how is he? his heart had stopped. it was touch and go for a while, but we managed to revive him. they're just getting him to hospital. and what was it? veronal, i'd say. some sort of sleeping draft, anyway, in his whisky. who found him? his son. all right. my father was late coming down to breakfast, so i went to call him. i found him lying on the bed fully dressed, and at first, i thought he must have had some sort of heart attack. i don't know. did he often have whisky before bedtime? i don't know. this your dad's? yes. he didn't smoke it much. and, um... and you say you... haven't... touched anything? no. i thought he was dead. i called the police. well, for... som