A Murder Mystery
really taking their prompts from
. That that movie more or less told themhow to behave.He watched the ordered chaos for a moment more, and was about to look downover the side-table, at the few miscellaneous papers strewn about.‘Lieutenant,’ said Jim Cuthbert. He’d only recently made detective. A good kid, but possibly thought, at times, he was auditioning for one of those crime shows.‘Yeah, Sergeant,’ said McGee. Glancing down at the side-table, first, then over atCuthbert.‘Ahh, I think you might want to take a look at this. In the bedroom.’McGee gave Cuthbert a look, and Cuthbert giving the look that said that thisreally was something that could mean something.McGee followed Cuthbert into the bedroom. One cop, Yvette, the Korean gal,was in the room, standing, and waiting for them, and Cuthbert opened the closet. Hestood to the side, and put his hand on a suit, with blues and yellows, and with largeyellow -- yup, epaulettes. Next to that, hanging upside down, an enormous head, withsome sort of hat.McGee tried to process things, but wasn’t sure what he was looking at, andCuthbert bent down, lifted up the huge head, made of cloth, and plastic, and there werewires inside, and the head with a blue hat, with a big ‘C’ on the front of it -- and it wasthat Napoleon-sort-of-hat worn that a ship’s captain used to wear. On the tall ships or whatever.‘You mean -- that’s…?’ said McGee.‘Yup,’ said Cuthbert.