Puzzle 003: Three is the Key- Answer
The boy steps forward with the torch and lights candle 28. Suddenly, the shrine door opens and inside, to the boy's surprise, there is a room full of wads of cash. The boy, although excited by vast amount of money, he couldn't help but think "This isn't an ancient shrine, it has notes dating back to just last year." Still confused, the boy took home as much cash as he could carry. Can you spot any clues proving the shrine was very modern?
The professor looked at Scott. "Ah, there you are. That should do the trick." Scott shook the professor's hands and the two parted ways once again, although now the professor was pleased to have finally solved the puzzle.
As Hershel stepped back through the kitchen doors, he saw Sylvie, the once sad woman, now singing along to Kasey's sweet, melodic voice. Emmy spotted the professor coming through the doorway. She was smiling, swaying along to the song. Luke ran to the door and whispered, hoping not to disturb the duo. "Professor, do you want to read what I took down from my interview with Sylvie?" The professor nodded. "Certainly, I am quite intrigued to see what has happened during my absence." "I must say though, Sylvie hasn't been this happy the whole time. While Emmy and Kasey were investigating what they thought was another clue, I was left to try and calm her down."
Below is the interview Luke had with Sylvie Froid:
Hello, , is it?
Sylvie: Yes, it is. What do you want?
I am investigating the string of murders that have happened tonight, would you...
Sylvie: Don't waste my time boy, I have enough on my plate right now.
Oh sorry. If I can help you with anything I'd be more than happy to.
Sylvie: Alright fine. Pull over a chair. O.K., so I'm sure you've heard of international modelling sensation Rochelle Powell. Well, I just heard... goodness I can't even say it... she... she's not competing in the 20th annual Modelling Games in Finland! Can you believe that?
Oh, that's awful. I'm ever so sorry.
Sylvie: Oh, it's fine. I'll just get over myself. So what is it you wanted a minute ago?
I was wondering if you would be so kind as to let me interview you for Professor Hershel Layton.
Sylvie: Oh, of course. I've heard of him in the papers. Please, ask away.
Alright, firstly, so I've been told that you are an interior designer and that you designed this place. Did you by any chance pick out the paintings in the dining room?
Sylvie: Oh, y'know, I actually didn't. One day I just came in and they were being put up on the walls. I like the small ones but that big splatter of paint in the middle of the wall is just not at all to my style. But anyways. C'est la vie.
I see. Well then, do you have any ideas as to who would have the motive to kill Sydney Blaire?
Sylvie: Not anyone here anyways. I mean, she has lots of enemies in Hollywood. Like the director of that new animated movie. You know the one, with the talking octopi. She wasn't given a voice role in the movie and now the two have a huge hatred for each other. Oh, and it turned out that her boyfriend was really married the whole time and Sydney told the guy's wife and now they split up. He's hated Sydney ever since
Oh. Well she certainly was a very head-strong person I can see. Hmmmm, well that's all I can really think to ask so... I guess I'll talk to you later.
Sylvie: Alright, see ya.
Luke piped up as the professor's eyes reached the bottom of the page. "And that's when Kasey and Emmy came over and Sylvie recognised Kasey. They've sung the same song about three times now!" The professor looked at Luke. "Oh, well it seems Sylvie is certainly very knowledgable on celebrities." The two grinned in agreement before the singing commenced and Emmy and Kasey said their farewells to Sylvie.
The four headed out the door to observe the scene. Wesley Host was still with his wife, they were chatting, more calm then before. Everyone was a lot more calm then before. "Hey professor, we haven't really seen much of Wesley Host in the last while. Should we still count him as a suspect?" Luke asked. "Oh my boy, everyone is still a suspect. But, I have a good feeling Wesley is innocent." Emmy and Luke looked shocked, open-mouthed and wide-eyed at the Professor. Kasey, now slightly confused, asked "Who is Wesley Host?" Emmy turned and summarised all of the events that happened in the night surrounding Wesley. She rushed her words, mumbling a few, in excitement to hear the professor's theory. "O.K. professor, please tell us." Layton calmly walked toward the table the three had been sitting at beforehand, signalling the them, aswell as Kasey, to come and sit.
Once they were all seated, and Kasey had pulled over a chair, the Professor began. "So, as you know, I recieved a letter from Host earlier this evening. Well, not exactly a letter, a note. It read, the deed will be done at 10:30, sharp. And, as you also know, Sydney Blaire was murdered at exactly 10:30. However, I believe that this was a mere coincidence." The three were on the edge of their seats, waiting for the professor to continue. "My first clue, was Wesley's attitude toward the letter. Around a minute before the blackout he said, "I sort of need that letter back." When I refused he followed with "Then, I'm afraid something bad is going to happen." Why would he say this before he was about to murder someone. It's clear proof. And, why would he say it knowing I had the letter as another piece of evidence. He clearly had an ulterior motive."
The three smiled in amazement. Kasey, now buzzing, pumping with adrenaline asked."So, professor. What was this ulterior motive?" "Well Kasey, soon after this, I began to keep a close eye on Wesley. While Luke was off interviewing, I saw something that made almost all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. Wesley, was talking to the other man in the building wearing a top hat." Luke nodded. "Oh ya, I saw that too!" The professor continued. "Yes, well, if my intuition serves me well, I'd be willing to say that since that man arrived after I was given the letter, I'm assuming Wesley mistook me for him. Also, I believe that the whole thing may have just been something political. Something Wesley needed to keep a secret." Emmy sprang forward. "Like a bribe!" she guessed. "Exactly, Emmy."
The four looked at each other smugly, knowing they knew something everyone else didn't. "We're really getting somewhere now Professor!" Luke exclaimed. "Yes, my boy. I'd say we're quite close to solving this mystery. But, maybe, too close for comfort."