The Detective One

Part 36

"Flamed and blamed."

"And what does that mean?"

"He Molotovs people then blames them?"

"No."

"Gamed and framed?"

"?"

"He plays games with people then frames them."

"It could be a stranger who tried to rob him."

"Or he could have fallen into a knife rack."

"Or he could have been drugged and done it himself."

"Or, aww I don't know, what did Sherlock Holmes say? 'We shouldn't form conclusions before we have all the facts,' or something like that."

"I suppose so," Arianne stood up and put her chair under the table.

"Did you get a receipt?"

"No why?"

"We are supposed to be keeping a record of our expenses."

"It's stupid anyway. We own a gold mine in the super hero dimension."

"And half a kingdom in the fantasy dimension."

Arianne asked for a receipt on the way out.

Diners were scattered throughout the Dining Room. At the door was a concierge, "Good afternoon, good afternoon," he nodded to both Arianne and Trelainne. "Would you like a table?"

"Well actually we would like to ask you a question," said Arianne.

"Of course mon petit pois," replied the concierge.

"Was Mr. White-not-Black here earlier?" asked Trelainne.

"Let me see," he said as he looked at his register, "ah oui, he was here at 1.00 pm."