Endeavour2012

DC Endeavour Morse:
[entering the scene of the crime room] Doctor.

Dr. Max DeBryn:
Morse.

DC Endeavour Morse:
Anything?

Dr. Max DeBryn:
By "anything" I presume you mean "anything suspicious". [Morse checks a Diary on the table points at written text "4pm Mr. Nimmo"] No obvious signs of violence. All I can tell you for now is that she died sometime between four and seven o' clock.

DC Endeavour Morse:
[unfolding a letter] I'd be grateful If you could get the teapot taken away for analysis.

Dr. Max DeBryn:
The teapot? People do die of natural causes Morse. You think someone bumped her off the inheritance?

DC Endeavour Morse:
[walking over to another table on which is the teapot next to two cups] I think the table is set for two and her guest hasn't touched their tea. [Morse takes the lid off the teapot and smells the contents] If that's the stuff chimps drink, I'm a Chinaman.