“One of you is responsible for the murder of Jean Le Mer,” the master detective began as he marched slowly around the circle of furniture which held his audience. “Your plan was devilish in its simplicity but hidden behind an almost impenetrable curtain.”
“Almost,” he continued with a wry smile. “But before I reveal the perpetrator of this heinous act, I will explain how my mind unravelled this enigma.”
Richards leapt to his feet, pulled out a pistol and fired off a single, clean shot to the head which killed the detective instantly.
“Right, who’s for a cocktail?”