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Marple: Five months, Inspector. And how would he pay for it? All his money is being spent on

shoes and bags (She looked at Dianne with a look of disgust).
Dianne: Watch your mouth woman, you have no right to speak such things.

Moriarty: Calm down ladies, I am sure there is no need for this. Let us respect the dead.
The door opens and a tall dark man enters. He is dressed in white shirt and grey trousers. He is

the tallest man in the room now, looks like a banker, dressed in short brown hair with a black

briefcase and rectangular spectacles.
Toomes: Mr. Sullivan?

Sullivan: That would be me, yes. Are you the Mr. Toomes who called? Where’s Fran–- . Oh
God! Why? Who would do something like this?

Moriarty: Calm down Mr. Sullivan. I am Inspector James Moriarty. A detective in the homicide

department. Please have a seat, the investigation would take some time and we will be needing
your sentences.

Mrs Marple’s look of disgust changed to fear, Sullivan proceeded towards the bed to have a
seat.

Dianne: Not there, the bedpost is broken on that side.
Sullivan sits in the centre of the bed, next to Dianne

Moriarty: Okay, so I have been here for some time now, upon examining the crime scene and

meeting the probable suspects, there are a few questions which strike me. Firstly, we broke the
door to enter after Mrs Marple called us when she saw the body through the keyhole. The

bathroom door and window are both shut from the inside making it impossible for the killer to
escape and makes this a Locked Room Murder. How did the culprit escape?

Dianne: It’s clear then. It has to be the fat landlady. She must have had a spare key to the room,

didn’t you?
Marple: Shut that mouth of yours. What would I get if I killed someone like Mr Choke. Believe

me Inspector. I don’t even have a spare key. Mr Choke took it from me last week as he had lost
his own.

Dianne: Perfect. Blame it on the dead. Frank was behind on rent and you know how tough it

can be for a landlord to make a lawyer leave his room. You probably had someone offer you a
great price for the place and found killing Frank the best way to vacate the room. I knew you

were shrewd but you’re a bloody murderer.
Marple: The audacity of this dame! I am no killer Inspector. I go to church every Sunday and

am a pure catholic by blood. I have never hurt anyone. For all I know it must be her. She is
probably the one who stole Mr Choke’s key, making him come to me for the spare. The way

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