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Yes? Madrick here.
Good morning, Inspector Madrick.
Speaking.
We found a corpse on the estate of Lord Dunning.
Alastor Dunning?
Righty-Right. That's a bit thick!
Nah. I've seen worse.
Currently, we haven't proved the identity.
I'll clearify that.
Try to be here as soon as possible.
I'm already on the way.
Good to have you here!
Absolutely. I'll solve that case.
This here, was the Lord's gardener.
What a perfidious plan.
To kill the gardener. Sick.
Who?
The killer.
Yeah, but who?
The slayer.
And the slayer is...?
The gardener's murderer!
Yes, but who murdered the gardener?
The gardener. The murderer is always the gardener.
But the gardener is the victim!
Do you think he commited suicide?
Impossible.
You're talking in riddles.
Edgar! Think about it!
Who gardens the gardener's garden?
He himself?
Of course not!
The gardener's gardener!
No, he couldn't afford that.
But that leads us to...
The lord?
Absolutely.
But why should he kill his own gardener?
Don't you understand?
Who has a reason for killing him?
Nobody?
And that's what makes the Lord so suspicious.
Yeeah... Brilliant, Madrick...
Of course I am.
Where do we find him?
In his country home.
Let's go.
I can't imagine how this could happen.
Can't you, or don't you want to?
I think I don't understand?
Yes, you do.
He? What are you trying to impute to me?
Just what you did!
And we know what you did!
And we won't stop till we got you into jail.
And you know, we'll manage it.
You're wrong in the garret!
I'll complain to your superior!
I guess he's serious...
I know what I'm doing.
I know what I'm doing!
If you think so...
Well, bye then!
Well, I don't think that the Lord tried to hide something.
He seemed so... confused.
Edgar! Don't you understand?
If the Lord killed the gardener
- which he did -
how would he disguise best?
With confusion!
Correct.
You're a genius.
I know.
But now we have to catch him in the act.
When he commits a secound ***?
Yes. Exactly.
And how do you imagine that?
You wait here, at this point.
And about 10pm, 19 minutes and 38 seconds
the Lord will leave his country home
and try to kill you.
In my opinion that sounds a bit...
brilliant. I know.
And what happens to the baker now?
Gardener, Sir.
Yeah, but where do we put him?
Forensics.
Sounds good.
Aww, thank you Sir!
Not Sir! Madrick!
Sorry Madrick.
You put the corpse into forensics
and then we're going to meet later when the Lord is about to kill you.
Will he?
Dead-certain.
Will I survive?
Dead-certain.
Okay.