Kind of a short one this time. Too many irons in the fire!
We find Steele still on a mission! When his Laura is in trouble, he can jog those stairs pretty quickly.
He’s in one of the rooms – Alan’s?
… and starts rummaging through his drawers (that joke just never gets old).
Well, look! Murphy has followed him. Going to apologize, Mr. Michaels? Beg for your job back?
Nope. He’s just going to slouch and pout. Meanwhile, Mr. Steele is getting impatient.
“It’s staring us in the face, damn it!” he growls.
Murphy remains impassive. “Do you know what you’re looking for?”
“I’ve no idea.” Refreshing honesty, Mr. Steele. “Something. Anything that seems out of place. Alan’s room is the only one we haven’t been through. Closet, closet, closet.”
Murphy points toward the closet. Have you been here before, Murph?
“The man had excellent taste,” he notes. “A little conservative. Someone should have told him that herringbone is out.”
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Murphy sits down, apparently to weep (my guess is he has a closet full of herringbone at home). Laura comes in. Steele continues his sartorial lecture.
“Houndstooth is au courant. Actually, Murphy, a trained eye can learn a great deal from a man’s clothes. We dress for what we are.”
“Silk suits, custom made, and by and large, always in style.”
Well, except for that appalling herringbone blunder.
Laura seems to be getting a migraine as Steele continues to make observations about Alan’s sense of style. “A man who lost a great deal of weight, I would think.”
“He went from a size 44 to a 38 – with no stops in between. Hmm.”
Laura seems a little more interested, now.
Laura and Murphy exchange looks. “He’s done it again, hasn’t he?” Murphy asks.
“Hmm?” Mr. Steele has no time for Murphy’s blathering. “Did what?”
“We’ve gone about this thing all wrong!
We’ve dissected everyone …
… but the one person we should have been looking at from the start!”
Murphy finds her performance gripping. “Alan!”
“Alan?” Mr. Steele tries to be patient with dunderheaded Murphy. “Don’t be absurd. The man’s dead.”
“The others are calling the police,” Laura tells Murphy. “Getting ready to leave. We have to stop them!”
Looks like Steele may beef up his own wardrobe. Well, at least he’ll get something out of the weekend.
“Well, maybe not.”