They strolled through Griffentown.
“Has Inspector Bélanger solved the case of the mysterious death at Black's bridge,” he asked.
“Darling, it is my novel, and not yours, nevertheless, I do have an idea.
“Really?”
“Yes. You recall the victim wore cheap clothes bought by most common laborers. He had no wallet.”
“Yes?”
“I'd like to walk through the scenario. Could you hand me your wallet?”
He held it out. She took it and pushed him in the water.
“Obviously, he couldn't swim either,” she muttered as she jumped in, pretending to rescue him.
“Has Inspector Bélanger solved the case of the mysterious death at Black's bridge,” he asked.
“Darling, it is my novel, and not yours, nevertheless, I do have an idea.
“Really?”
“Yes. You recall the victim wore cheap clothes bought by most common laborers. He had no wallet.”
“Yes?”
“I'd like to walk through the scenario. Could you hand me your wallet?”
He held it out. She took it and pushed him in the water.
“Obviously, he couldn't swim either,” she muttered as she jumped in, pretending to rescue him.
