Face wandered into the living room of the apartment he had procured for the team and found Murdock bent over the coffee table, magnifying glass in hand, examining the crumbs on an otherwise empty plate.
"Murdock, what are you doing?"
Murdock straightened, looking serious, and said in a flawless English accent, "A crime has been committed here, my dear Faceman!"
"What are you today, a detective or something?"
"The detective, my good man! The detective!" Murdock exclaimed. "Murdock Holmes, consulting detective extraordinaire."
He extended his hand. Face shook it reluctantly.
"And you, sir," he continued in that impeccable English accent, pointing his magnifying glass at Face. "are my assistant, my most trusted confidant—why, you are indispensible to me on my cases!"
"I'm flattered." Face said flatly. "Now, ah, what's this crime you're investigating?"
"Someone has stolen..." Murdock paused for dramatic effect. "...this donut!" he pointed a finger at the empty plate on the coffee table. "And I intend to catch the perpetrator!"
"Murdock, I can solve this case for you right now." Face said.
"Don't be ridiculous, man!" Murdock replied with an air of offended aloofness. "You may be—slowly—developing your own powers of deduction, but even I haven't got enough evidence yet to wrap up this little caper."
He turned and strode out of the room. "Come along, my dear Faceman!" he called over his shoulder. "We must go out and search for clues!"
Face licked the glaze off his fingers. "Right behind you, Murdock."
