Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Inspector.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Inspector.




The Inspector.... Did  U SEE the white woman in her gown disappearing down the hall...
I woz holding on to Ferdinand.
Who-s F.
My Teddy.
Were YOU witness to...
NO. I am the Butler!
But aren-t U estranged from Madame Lestrange...
We are separated by 3 cousins.
The blood stained kn ife in your hand..
I was preparing Chicken-livers.
Can Monsieur le Count, perhaps,
enlighten US to the Situ...
M.le C. never arises until Noon.
The Countessa..
Till Happy hour!...5 till 7!
So there were NO witnesses!
Non Monsieur!
But the CHAMBER MAID,
covered in blood...
Menstruation, perhaps..
And YOU, Gaston,
your finger prints upon the KNIFE!
A forensic-over-sight, Inspector.
The Count E Countessa,
despite their long time desire
to DIE in each others arms
at the pinnacle of their Love...WE
servants at the Chateaux
faithfully serve.
Very well, Monsieur le Butler,
as everything seems to be in order
I will neglect to make
an Official report.




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