“Thus,” the Great Detective intoned, “the true culprit is… Jameson, the leatherworker’s apprentice!”
Everyone gasped. “How can you know for certain?” Lady Altia said.
“Elementary. The puncture wounds in the Colonel’s neck could only have been made by an awl, which the lad possesses.”
“And the locked room?”
“Stood on horseback and climbed in through the window.”
“Why did the Colonel not see him in the mirror?”
“The boy is far shorter than Colonel Dempser.”
“Astounding!”
“Yes, very. Now, if you’ll excuse me?” The Great Detective bowed and departed. He’d have to hurry, lest he be caught by the sun.
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