Post by dianahawthorne on Oct 3, 2008 9:30:55 GMT -5
Busted!
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Dora had always despised Claire van Arpels – she was tall, willowy, blonde, and, most unforgivably of all, attracted to him. He made sure that Dora did not know that he and Claire had an “arrangement” – every Friday afternoon that he was in New York, they would meet for a liaison in her townhouse. Indeed, the Friday that he and Dora drove to Lionel Twain’s house was no exception – he and Claire had a brief rendezvous before he and his wife left for the weekend. He should have made sure that his suit was clean before he left, because it was the blonde hairs on the shoulder of his suit jacket that undid him.
“And you, Mr. Charleston, did not approve of Mrs. Charleston dyeing hair blonde?” Detective Sidney Wang asked.
“What do you mean?” Dick asked, privately beginning to panic.
“Mrs. Charleston hair red,” Sidney Wang said, gesturing to Dora’s red hair. She smiled. “You have blonde hairs on shoulder. This means she has dyed red hair blonde, then back again to red, or else you have been...” Sidney Wang trailed off, and Dora’s smile disappeared as she realised the implications of Sidney Wang’s statement. “So sorry,” he said. “Ah Wang is ah wrong.”
Dora shot a guilty-faced Dick a look that promised they would talk later, but the main attraction of the evening caused the event to be forgotten by Dora, much to her husband’s relief. Needless to say, he always made sure that his clothes were free of any incriminating evidence from then on.
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Disclaimer: Don't own Murder by Death or anything recognisable!
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Dora had always despised Claire van Arpels – she was tall, willowy, blonde, and, most unforgivably of all, attracted to him. He made sure that Dora did not know that he and Claire had an “arrangement” – every Friday afternoon that he was in New York, they would meet for a liaison in her townhouse. Indeed, the Friday that he and Dora drove to Lionel Twain’s house was no exception – he and Claire had a brief rendezvous before he and his wife left for the weekend. He should have made sure that his suit was clean before he left, because it was the blonde hairs on the shoulder of his suit jacket that undid him.
“And you, Mr. Charleston, did not approve of Mrs. Charleston dyeing hair blonde?” Detective Sidney Wang asked.
“What do you mean?” Dick asked, privately beginning to panic.
“Mrs. Charleston hair red,” Sidney Wang said, gesturing to Dora’s red hair. She smiled. “You have blonde hairs on shoulder. This means she has dyed red hair blonde, then back again to red, or else you have been...” Sidney Wang trailed off, and Dora’s smile disappeared as she realised the implications of Sidney Wang’s statement. “So sorry,” he said. “Ah Wang is ah wrong.”
Dora shot a guilty-faced Dick a look that promised they would talk later, but the main attraction of the evening caused the event to be forgotten by Dora, much to her husband’s relief. Needless to say, he always made sure that his clothes were free of any incriminating evidence from then on.
