Today, the fourth floor common room was not, in fact, the fourth floor common room. It was, rather, the scene of a murder.
The deceased -- a rather unfortunate looking stuffed animal -- lay just there, behind the sofa.
The police were stumped. The police, they saw and they observed, but they did not use the little grey cells, mon amiThe police
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His dear Hastings would not mind the very gentle teasing of his old friend, Poirot.
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Alas, this floor seemed strangely absent of food, but with an abundance of...something else.
"Hello," James said, nodding at the girl.
[Oh, Poirot!]
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Murderers loved to talk. It was one of their fatal flaws.
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"What are you doing?" she asked, stepping inside.
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His pronunciation softened the G considerably.
"I am Monsieur Hercule Poirot, the great detective. Criminals, they fear Hercule Poirot. They are wise to do so."
Either that, or they feared the mustache.
Don't ask how George got a mustache. Thankfully, it was fake.
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He hadn't expected to walk into a crime scene. "Is something going on here?"
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Poirot's eyes were kindly, as though he knew that Bruce was concealing something -- not murder! Merely something unfortunate. Confession was good for the soul.
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In any case, he was peering in to the fourth floor common room and realizing... Hey, there was something going on in there!
"Hiya!"
New faces were awesome.
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"Why, if it is not my dear friend Colonel Race," he said warmly. "Mon Dieu, it has been a great many years since we have undertaken the hunt together. How is your excellent wife?"
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And now he was all smiles again.
"She's doing great, thanks for asking!"
Perhaps it made Zack into a horrible human being for playing along. But... Hey, this was fun!
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