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Moriarty flips through the file and lands on a page.

               Mrs Marple: Inspector?
               Moriarty continues reading and shuts the file and hands it back to Toomes

               Dianne: The killer, inspector. Who killed my fiance?
               Moriarty: Where is Mr Frank from again?

               Dianne: He grew up in Alaska. His parents were fishermen. He came to Chicago when he was

               17 and studied law. He had been there ever since, until he moved here in Manhattan last year.
               Sullivan: How is this relevant again? You know the killer. Spill the name officer.

               Moriarty: Well. I know the killer. He is in this room with us. However, I reckon I won’t be able
               to catch him this time.

               Dianne: What do you mean Inspector. You must jail that bastard. He deserves to go behind the

               bars.
               Mrs Marple: What good is the police if it cannot serve justice. If you know the killer then please

               catch them Inspector. It’s got to be one of these two here.
               Moriarty: I am sorry Mrs Marple but both Miss Dianne and Mr Sullivan are innocent, at least

               in this case. I have to let you know your deduction was faulty.
               Dianne: I knew it. It has to be this greedy old lady. Oh, how low can you stoop for money.

               Arrest her inspector, arrest her right away.

               Moriarty: Settle down, miss. It’s not her as well.
               All three of them get shocked. They all look around the room and then at each other. Toomes

               takes off his hat.
               Moriarty: (Takes his hat off) It’s not a case of homicide. It’s a suicide.

               Sullivan: A suicide? You mean to say he killed himself.

               Dianne: Impossible! He would never do that. A suicide of such a famous lawyer. It will be all
               over the news tomorrow.

               Moriarty: Exactly. That’s why he committed it in such a fashion. I must commend him for his
               trick. He almost got me, as expected from a man like him. He stabbed himself in the abdomen,

               punctured his liver and probably died in five minutes.

               Sullivan: That’s impossible. How would he get rid of the dagger?
               Mrs Marple: He probably threw it out of the window.

               Dianne: He would have to walk to the window to shut it then. The only blood in the room is
               around the body. He did not move.

               Moriarty: That is the neat part. You told me he grew up in Alaska right? Born into a fishermen
               family. He must be skilled enough to do this then



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