|"But... I was working on this magic trick where I pull a small fish out of my ear for the hotel talent showcase!"|
Let's see what the ingenious snare is, shall we?
|Ah; of course.|
Yes, darts. What better way for an Ace Investigator to determine whether a man has the strength to throw a ski-pole 50 feet at a moving target to pierce snow-wear and the human heart? Frankly, unless the man's dart throw EXPLODES a man-sized hole in the wall with its force, I'm not sure what playing darts will prove, other than that he's played darts before. Let's find out.
TALK TO THE HAND, SPEED.
I guess we won't see. Not only did the (still unnamed) suspect not fall for the trap, he casually demeaned Speed in the process, which is no mean feat! Move over, Hapsu; could this man finally be the arch-nemesis Speed Saunders deserves?
Speed is utterly flummoxed; no one has ever defied his will before!
|It's like Inspector Clouseau contemplating the Pink Panther thief.|
|This is going to be oomphy.|
|I'd be amazed if he recognizes it as anything at all, Speed.|
|Good luck, indeed, Margot.|
|"In time"? In time for WHAT, Speed? To save your ski dummy's life?|
|If he'd only had a brain.|
|Um, falling 12, maybe 16 feet, into a pile of snow isn't exactly a 'death plunge'. Not with Speed's thighs.|
|THE POWER OF THE SUN, IN THE PALM OF MY HAND.|
|Black eye's a nice touch.|
|The part of Margot Lee will be played by television's June Lockhart.|
|That's the first thing Speed's said that's actually made any sense.|
Look at that sad, imploring transquartomuralistic over-the-shoulder glance from the (still unnamed) murderer beseeching us for an identity: BUT WHAT WAS MY NAME?! Sorry, Mr. Foxy, no time for that. You thought you were going to become Speed's nemesis during your battle at Reichenbach Snow Ledge, but now you're just a faded line on Margot "Saunders-Girl" Lee's resume ("supported defeat of unnamed ski murdered by means of elaborate ruse").