Mystery, a cross-over drabble series
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"Huh? Why the granny?! She amuses me."
Why couldn't Schuldig just obey the order for once...
"I thought the contract only included the old judge! Since when are you for freebies? She's not even on the same floor so I'll have to make a detour and miss..."
"You can reschedule your beauty salon."
"Hair stylist. For the last time. Hair stylist."
Good. Schuldig's attention successfully diverted. It was far preferable to explaining things to him. That could be embarrassing. Well, Schuldig could misinterpret it as embarrassing.
It wasn't like Crawford couldn't handle her.
He just didn't like any unnecessary complications.
Goodbye, Miss Marple.
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»She's not in her right mind, poor dear. She thinks she's (whisper).«
»Ooh!« The man's eyes widened. A dead gentleman and now this elderly lady… He had to come to the bottom of things.
Crawford was fuming. How did he overlook this? This happened when he listened to Schuldig. Who seemed to be having a time of his life - especially after Miss Marple sat in his lap and began to feed him chocolates.
You overdid this, Schuldig. But Schuldig ignored him for his newest 'lady-friend', of course. Back to the bigger problem – ugh, how he hated Frenchmen…
»Belgian, Brad!«
»Whatever.«
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»The planted evidence burdening the poor disappeared Irish gentleman didn't fool me even for a second. It was someone much less obvious. In the end, we can see all clues point to…«
Dramatic silence ensued.
»…Mister Crawford.«
Crawford glared at Schuldig who winked back.
»However, this, too, was only a clever deception of the true crime mastermind.«
Schuldig concentrated harder.
»You!« Poirot turned to the middle of the gathered crowd accusingly.
»The real murderer is the butler!«
There was a minute of silence and confused looks before the cook gathered the courage to speak: »But… We don't have a butler!«
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Miss Marple couldn't help but worry. Her thinking wasn't what it used to be, but she still noticed the strange things going on. At first she thought it had all to do with the murder, but that got cleared by the nice Belgian and she still felt like something wasn't quite right. She hated to suspect people without proper evidence, however, no matter how she looked at things, it all came back to that unusual red haired young man.
She would have to investigate it. She could go and buy a rose.
Just as soon as Schuldig's scarf was finished.
END
