This scene would end a murder mystery by exonerating a left-handed suspect or helping to prove the guilt of a right-handed suspect.
Detective Knowitall stroked his beard and asked, his tone almost bored, "And can you show me the murder weapon again, Inspector Head Upbutt."
The inspector shook his head as he reached for the cast-iron frying pan. Clearly the old boy had finally lost it. Did he want breakfast served to him? He offered the heavy pan to the detective. "Careful, sir. It's quite heavy."
The detective grasped the pan with both of his hands. "Oof! That is heavy!" He grinned as he turned it over. "Hmm, yes. I see now. Thank you, Inspector Upbutt. Please take it back before my arms break off."
The Inspector reached for the frying pan and gently placed it down on the stove. "Well? Why the sudden urge to drag us out here to crime scene, Detective?"
"I merely wanted to confirm a hunch. Please remind me again, was the victim killed with a blow to the left or the right side of his head?"
"The left side, as you well know! We've been over this again and again!"
"Exactly! Don't you see?"
Inspector Upbutt sighed. "See what, dear man? That the victim's last meal was fried eggs?"
The detective pointed up to heaven as he exclaimed, "Yes!"
"Huh?"
"It's as clear as anything Inspector Upbutt. The left side of the victim's head was bashed in, which means that the killer was right handed. Yet one of our suspects is left handed, isn't he?"
"Um . . . yes?"
"Yes! Now, look. The eggs fried on the outside of the pan, the left side, where he cracked them open before dropping them in the pan to fry. If he was left-handed, he never would've picked up and swung that heavy pan with his weak hand."
The inspector looked stunned. "So, we now have proof that our second suspect, the right-handed one, is the killer!"
"Unless you killed him!" the detective offered. A loud cat-like meowl escaped his parted lips as he laughed.
The inspector held up his left hand, in which he held a pen. "Not me, detective! Not me!"
Detective Knowitall stroked his beard and asked, his tone almost bored, "And can you show me the murder weapon again, Inspector Head Upbutt."
The inspector shook his head as he reached for the cast-iron frying pan. Clearly the old boy had finally lost it. Did he want breakfast served to him? He offered the heavy pan to the detective. "Careful, sir. It's quite heavy."
The detective grasped the pan with both of his hands. "Oof! That is heavy!" He grinned as he turned it over. "Hmm, yes. I see now. Thank you, Inspector Upbutt. Please take it back before my arms break off."
The Inspector reached for the frying pan and gently placed it down on the stove. "Well? Why the sudden urge to drag us out here to crime scene, Detective?"
"I merely wanted to confirm a hunch. Please remind me again, was the victim killed with a blow to the left or the right side of his head?"
"The left side, as you well know! We've been over this again and again!"
"Exactly! Don't you see?"
Inspector Upbutt sighed. "See what, dear man? That the victim's last meal was fried eggs?"
The detective pointed up to heaven as he exclaimed, "Yes!"
"Huh?"
"It's as clear as anything Inspector Upbutt. The left side of the victim's head was bashed in, which means that the killer was right handed. Yet one of our suspects is left handed, isn't he?"
"Um . . . yes?"
"Yes! Now, look. The eggs fried on the outside of the pan, the left side, where he cracked them open before dropping them in the pan to fry. If he was left-handed, he never would've picked up and swung that heavy pan with his weak hand."
The inspector looked stunned. "So, we now have proof that our second suspect, the right-handed one, is the killer!"
"Unless you killed him!" the detective offered. A loud cat-like meowl escaped his parted lips as he laughed.
The inspector held up his left hand, in which he held a pen. "Not me, detective! Not me!"
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