Criminal At Large AFRS Myst Phs

Oh, buddy. His name was... He was returning from the fancy dress ball and was strangled.

And there's no cues to who killed him. Fancy dress ball, eh? What was he wearing? Ah-ha. He was dressed in Indian clothes, Tenna. And that's where my theory comes in. It was Dr. Amisham, a two o'clock in the morning.

You're a theory, Sergeant. Suppose you tell me. Well, Chief Constable Tenna, I hope I'm not an awful nuisance. No, not at all, Lord Lebanon.

I am Chief Inspector Tenner. What can I do for her? The whole thing is when one's mother's in vogue, you drive by my father was alive, shocking him, really. Never left his room for 15 years.

Your visit here concerns your father. Not exactly. I'm just starting at the beginning, you know. When father died, I should have come back from India. Then Amisham came out after me, wanted me to take my seat in the house of Lord.

Silly. What? But you came back. Yes, to find my mother was expecting me to marry Isla Crane. It's...duce it awkward, awkward. She's terribly nice, but there's something... ...odd about her...odd. She's been frightened since that infernal murder.

I might be a fellow. She walks in her sleep. You say she's frightened, Lord Lebanon? Of what? I shouldn't be surprised if it's that American footman. My mother hired a strapping big fellow. He lurks.

He does what lurks. You know, you pop out of your room and then he is lurking in the hall. Why don't you fire him? You're the master of the house. Oh, yes, I'm the master in a way.

Still, it's rather difficult when a fellow has a mother. But I don't want any fuss. I'll probably marry either in spite of her walking in her sleep. What about this Dr. Amisham? Oh, well, you might as well know.