Hmm. Mrs. De Winter.

Uh, Mrs. De Winter...

It was Mrs. De Winter's room.

You're Mrs. De Winter, aren't you?

These are Mrs. De Winter's things.

Mrs. De Winter was deliberately murdered.

Now, when Mrs. De Winter went below, as is supposed,

I suppose Mrs. De Winter went below for something...

Mrs. De Winter was most particular about sauces.

Apparently, Mrs. De Winter broke the cupid herself...

You thought you could be Mrs. De Winter,

Frith! Frith! Mrs. De Winter. Where is she?

I often said Mrs. De Winter was a born sailor.

I've managed the house since Mrs. De Winter's death,

Mrs. De Winter's been dead for over a year.

You remember the late Mrs. De Winter, don't you?