later at your house
You rise from your chair, hastily smartening your tie. You peer
through the peep hole, and, as you expected, it was the boy back from
his errand. You open the door and usher him in.
"The verdict?" you enguire.
"a servant opened the door to me. I would of been here sooner but
she mistook me for some charles deburg, and I ended up cleaning all
the boots in the house".
You chuckle merrily to yourself, but your face falls when you realise
that both a murder and a theft were commited.
"sir, I don't mean to be pushey, but can you give me the dinner
you promised me now?"
smiling, you turn to the oven.
"fish and chips or pizza?"
"Ding dong!"
