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Marple: It’s in my register downstairs.

               Toomes and Marple leave
               Moriarty looks around the room. It was a standard bedroom with a queen sized bed flushed to

               the wall opposite to the entrance. Next to the bed was a side table on which sat a lamp. To the
               wall on the right of the entrance was a door to the bathroom and a chester filled with clothes

               and papers.

               Moriarty: The door was broken by us, the window and the bathroom door are both shut from
               the inside. (Moriarty pauses for a minute and looks at the body and smirks) Interesting, it’s not

               everyday one gets to solve a locked room murder.
               A woman in her twenties knocks on the door twice and proceeds to enter the room. She was

               around 5”5 and looked to be in her early twenties. Blonde hair, a small leather purse and a pair

               of brown designer sandals.
               Moriarty: Are you Miss Dianne Peterson, fiancee of Mr Frank Choke?

               Dianne: I am. What happened, officer? Who did this to him? Oh my god, he’s actually dead.
               (She continues to sob and began crying on the floor)

               Moriarty: Please madam, I know it’s tough for you but try to get yourself together. Here. (He
               pulls out a red handkerchief from his jacket and offers it to the young lady), Have a seat.

               Dianne proceeds to take a seat on the corner of the bed. As soon as she sits the bed creaks a

               loud unpleasant noise.
               Moriarty: Bloody hell! That is one broken leg.

               Dianne: I’m sorry, I did not kno- (She gets interrupted as the door opens with a louder creak,
               probably from the broken hinge)

               Toomes and Marple enter

               Toomes: Mr. Sullivan. I have asked him to come here as well. He was in a meeting in a nearby
               hotel, and should be here soon.

               Dianne’s face flushed with fear on hearing the man’s name. The expression was short lived as
               she immediately switched back to grief but the intensity of anxiuosness was surreal.

               Moriarty: Is something the matter, Miss Dianne? You know Mr Sullivan?

               Dianne: Nothing, just my dead fiance (Dianne said sarcastically).
               Moriarty: Mr Choke was a divorce lawyer right? (Ignoring the sarcasm)

               Dianne: One of the best in the state. Never lost a case.
               Moriarty: Sounds like he had a great source of income. Makes one wonder why he was behind

               on rent.





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