Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm all right now, darling. Don't worry.
Is Inspector Charas coming today?
Oh, no.
The day Daddy went away. I had caught it, but Mummy made me let it go.
Helene, I've had some trouble.
Yes.
- But they don't open till this afternoon. - Well, then I'll take you this afternoon.
It's perfect.
Andre!
It's impossible, unless she is or was insane.
- Promise? - Promise.
He was searching for the truth. He almost found a great truth.
Now my only hope is to find the fly...
Perfect.
There appears to be no motive, no reason, except insanity.
I've thought of a way. It's not easy, but I need your help.
Inspector, it wasn't wrong to destroy the... thing.
Knock once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?
- Hi, Daddy. Are you gonna play with us? - Later, Philippe.
- You're going to eat your dinner right now! - I don't want to eat!
Philippe?
Perhaps he committed suicide.
We both have more money than we know what to do with.
I cannot answer that question.
No, I'm... I'm sure it must be all right.
Wonderful! I didn't want to go anyway. Oh, Francois called about some equipment.
If you had caught the fly, you would not be reading this.
I made him let it go.
As God is my witness, I saw the thing.
- I think I'll have the silk one. - Take this one.
It's no good calling to me or saying anything.
Of course, Helene. Anything at all.
- Is it bothering you? - No. No, it doesn't bother me.
Oh, you're joking!
But you mustn't talk about destroying yourself. You mustn't!
You set the stroke to maximum, that is level with the table, or zero.
I killed my husband Andre Delambre about half an hour ago in the hydraulic press shed.
I'm satisfied now she's insane. Don't worry. She won't hang.
Think easy. But you've got to give me more time.
I'll show you.
Although I killed my husband, I'm not a murderess.
Now I must destroy everything, all evidence, even myself.
But that would... squeeze the metal to nothing.
- Dandelo. - Dandelo?!
- Gotcha! - You fool!
- May I look after him? - It's still a her.
Helene, you're the first to see a miracle.
A man is dead. His head is under the press!
I'll see you out, Inspector.
Please, Andre. For my sake.