The Scene of the dastardly crime.
The sauna, site of the "fiasco"
Sherlock has listened carefully to the statements provided thus far. He deduces that
1) Willow was evasive in her statement, attempting to settle blame on an innocent cold cream jar. He says it may be slippery but it doesn't steal.
2) Betsy knows more than she is willing to admit - she's always cooking something up. He says she's going to have to come up with much more than a "pretty little smile."
3) Soulbrush claims she was with her neighbor's husband. Sherlock had his assistant McBebber interview all husbands within a 5 block radius. Although all admitted to having spent time dallying with Soulbrush, they all stated the obvious: Everyone knows it was a Monday, and they were all watching Monday Night Football at Lucy O'Layla's Sports Bar. Soulbrush has more 'splainin to do.4-23) Lavinia went a step further in throwing the scent off by fingering her apron making nemesis, StevieWren and then changing the subject all together by discussing the purchase of loo-cycles from Soulbrush AND claiming that I would foot the bill. Nice try.
Sherlock is getting impatient and said he wants the truth or he is sending the Hounds of the Baskerville to sniff around. He left his business card and expects to hear from all of you.
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16 comments:
So I see that I am suspect 4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22, and last but not least, 23.
Well, really! I mean..! My word! I'm speechless, that I, an innocent bystander who wasn't even standing by. I was at the Bijou,as I keep telling the detective. I watched a double bill, fell asleep, woke up many hours later, far past the time of the alleged crime. I'm completely blameless!
Your whereabouts, Muse Swings, have yet to be accounted for. An inquisition...er..I mean, a questioning, is clearly called for. Where were you on the night of February 31 between the hours of 22:00 and 24:00?
And not to throw more fuel on the fire, but...apron...cooking...Steviewren...Betsy...does *anyone* else see the connection?
And what about that recipe for "Escapee Cake" that Betsy posted a while back...the one with an ingredient list that listed "file" in it?!?
I'm just saying.
I can't help noticing that in the first photo, my chalet is clearly visible, but yours is mysteriously obscured. Some people call that bad photography, but others call it obstruction of justice!
Then there is the photo of the sauna. I blush to even look at it. I'd like to know whether this shot was taken before or after CSI Cortina had dusted the place for fingerprints.
Lastly, Sherlock himself. Methinks he looks asleep on the job!
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, I would like to point out at this time, that I just "google-earthed" 221B Baker Street, and saw with my own eyes that this address was nothing more than a burnt out ruin. The building was hit by a bomb during the Blitzkreig in London in World War II and never rebuilt.
As they say on the sardine-trawlers, something smells fishy and it ain't salmon.
Lavinia, everyone with a dictionary knows that bijou means jewel. Sherlock, and I did not bend his ear on this, says Lady Lavinia is highly suspect due to her frequent refrences to the bijou which was closed due to the nature of films being shown in 1946. The only bijou he says you have is none other than the padparadscha sapphire. Cough it up - literally if necessary - he says or he shall have Dr. Watson step in and make a thourough search of your, shall we say, "premises".
Oops, I think I hear something clunking around in my dryer. And it doesn't sound like an avacado this time.
Steviewren dropped off her aprons for me to wash this morning and Betsy just left a huge suspicious looking cake on my counter.
I'm beginning to feel like I'm the "fall girl" here. I'm going upstairs right now to check my Noxema jar...
okay, okay, i'll come clean...and i suggest you do too lav old girl...we were actually together, that's all i am saying and i suggest you say the same lav old dear.
now take your dastradly hounds and bugger off to the dog tracks and put a bet on for me £1 each way for the dog 'wenotgonnatellyou' to win!!
Cynthia, I've just had word that Price Fil's hot air balloon went down in the southern kalahari, under 'mysterious circumstances'.
Fil was heard to cry out some garbled words that may have been either 'They got me!" or "Lavinia's innocent".
There are conflicting reports.
Meanwhile, renowned bush pilot Avi Ator is racing to the scene. Stand by....
I hope that Prince Filbert is okay. He is the only one who knows the truth, as opposed to facts. The facts speak for themselves but the truth (hopefully) will set me free. Yeah, free lavinia!
eeeeeeekkkkkk.....I'm was framed! I swear I wasn't nowhere near that rock on the night in question. It is pretty though. Would whoever has it please call. We might be able to work out a barter or somethin....I've got some aprons for trade....they've got nice deep pockets.....perfect for stashing all kinds of pretty things in....
Better hope so, Livinia or your view will look somethin like this:
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But before we call in the dogs, let us stop over at the Duchess of Willow's Manor and check out that dryer. That clinking noise may just be a ball of petrified orphan socks, but we can't be sure till we empty the lint trap. Soul is there too - we can question her motives.
*Still* waiting for you, Cynthia, to esplain to the world where *you* were on the day and time in question....(sounds of Lavinia's foot tapping)...
Stevie - I jes knowed she fingered you to throw Sherlock off the trail.
Where was I? Me? Moi? I uhm was cleaning up after that sauna fiasco. You didn't want Interpol hot on your trail, did you? How's a person supposed to get rid of 32 lbs of gummy bears after they've been sitting in a sauna for 3 hours.
Cleaning? *That* is your alibi? Pardon me while I fall off my chaise longue laughing....
Sherlock is enjoying that pipe wayyy toooo much! This is an exciting adventure of a post.
Marie, Sherlock has been waiting to speak with you about your knowledge of this horrendous crime - please stop by Baker St. immediately. Sending a post card to Sherl doesn't get you off the hook, I'm afraid. Plus I can't get Sherl off the hookah long enough to check the mail.
It wasn't me! Honest to goodness ... I ... I ... was at the ... cemetery .... leaving flowers on my dear Mum's grave. Yeah, all day. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
Don't be framin' me Mr. Holmes! I'm innocent, I say. ♥ ∞
Sparky - don't even try it. You were in and out of that sauna like like the little birdie in a cukoo clock. Please empty your pockets on the trunk of the police car.
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