Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Night, With Extra Grey Cells

[onapalebicycle]

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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[willbethenight]

Bruce didn't often go to the fourth floor common room, but his shirt was missing a button and it wasn't anywhere on the fifth floor. The last time he wore this one, he had been on this floor, so it was time to look for it.

He hadn't expected to walk into a crime scene. "Is something going on here?"

[willbethenight]

"I hear that's a problem with some youths today," Bruce said, his face completely blank. "It's unfortunate that it would end like this for the victim."

[onapalebicycle]

Well. No unexpected gasp from the young man before him, no trouble, panicked eyes at being found out. Either he was a consummate actor, or he was innocent of those particular goings-on.

"Indeed," Poirot said. "One cannot help but think that the criminal life, it carries so many hazards, mais non? Not only from the law itself, but other criminals, who seem far less merciful."

[willbethenight]

"They're a superstitious and cowardly lot," Bruce said because I couldn't resist. "Give people like that any kind of power and it's not going to end well."

[onapalebicycle]

"Mais non," said Poirot. "They will turn upon one another with the least provocation, as was unfortunately the case of Mr. Farnsley before us. Each individual is expendable, should they become dangerous to the organization as a whole."

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[willbethenight]

"That's the way I've always understood it," Bruce said. "Do you have any final questions for me?"

[onapalebicycle]

"Only this," Poirot said. "Are you familiar with a Mademoiselle Maryon? Quite short, dark hair, she wears the quite fashionable clothing?"

[willbethenight]

"Can't say that I've made her acquaintance," Bruce said. "But she sounds lovely."

[onapalebicycle]

"She is both lovely and quite dangerous," Poirot said. "You would do well not to become mixed in with her, my young friend."