Arnold The Fish sat in the attic pondering how it came to be that there was a dead body here.“Hmmm.” wondered Arnold. “Well, let’s see. I came straight up here when I heard the noise. I passed nobody on the way. And I sealed the entrance up from outside when I visited the hospital. Which means that the killer must still be here in the room!”
Arnold looked around.
“Excuse me,” he enquired, “there doesn’t happen to be a killer in the room, does there?”
It seemed that there was not.
“Hmm, just me then.” mumbled Arnold. “Therefore, if the killer is in the room, and there is only me in the room… I must be the killer!”
Arnold fainted from the shock of such a discovery.
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