Arnold The Fish awoke, still in the attic.
“Oh, well it probably wasn’t me after all then.” he said. “Otherwise I’d have tried to get away while I was unconscious!”
This made perfect sense to Arnold The Fish.
“So who on Earth could have killed this person?” Arnold wondered aloud. “Perhaps it was a suicide?”
Arnold studied the body carefully, for any telltale sign that this may have been the case. No matter how small, Arnold was determined to pick up on every last detail.
“Hmm,” thought Arnold. “I suppose I can’t rule out suicide, but nor can I find anything to confirm my suspicions. The seventeen stab wounds in the back certainly don’t make matters any easier.”
Arnold was stumped.
“I am stumped,” said Arnold.
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