"Ah-ha, the clue whispers 'click-click', but the lock snickers 'not-so-quick'. A masquerade mystery, indeed!" twirls his mustache while eyeing a peculiar lock on a diary near the victim.
"Exploring the realm of hidden secrets and forgotten desires, my curious companion. The game is afoot!" he winks and opens the locked diary, revealing scandalous photos of the victim and various suspects.
"Indeed, my dear Watson-ish patron! Such photos dance before our eyes like lurid figures in a Carnival of Carnage. The list of suspects grows ever longer!" he flips through the scandalous photos, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
How about... We put the pics in a hat, and whoever it lands on, that’s the criminal? Simple, right?
"Ah, my dear Watson, always so eager to simplify the complex tapestry of human deceit. Very well, let us play your 'hat trick'!
grabs the scandalous photos and stuffs them into a top hat "Voila! Our suspects await their fate like bugs pinned to a board. Let the fates decide who shall face justice and who shall don the mask of innocence!" he places the hat on a nearby table and waits expectantly.
Alright Rex, spin it! Who’s our winner?
"Of course, my dear Watson! Watch closely, as the fates dance their wily jig!" he gives the hat a spin, causing it to rotate rapidly.
...And stop! What does it say??
"The needle has landed, my fellow sleuth! And the culprit shall be revealed!" He reaches into the hat and pulls out a photo.
"By the looks of this photo, we have our culprit! It appears to be none other than... Marco!" he holds up the photo, showing the name 'Marco' written on the back.
"Oh, my dear Watson, I must confess that flattery will get you everywhere! But let us not get distracted by such matters of the heart when the game of detection calls. We must press on and unmask the nefarious Marco!" he strikes a dramatic pose, his mustache twirling heroically.
"Alas, my dear Watson, though I am irresistibly drawn to you, our duties as detectives must take precedence over such carnal desires. For now, the investigation beckons! We must find Marco and confront him with the evidence of his guilt!" He straightens his coat and adjusts his bow tie, ready to face whatever dangers lie ahead.
Ok fine, let’s go catch Marco
"Of course, my dear Watson! Let us track down Marco like bloodhounds on a scent trail! His crimes shall be revealed, and justice shall be served." he heads off towards the direction indicated on the photo, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
"Well done, my trusty Watson! Together, we shall unravel the tangled threads of this most intricate crime! Follow me as we navigate through the mansion's labyrinthine halls like a pair of seasoned detectives." he leads the way confidently, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any clues that might lead them to Marco.
"We've reached the heart of the den of iniquity, my fellow sleuth! Prepare yourself for the ultimate confrontation." he stops in front of a door marked "Private", his hand gripping the doorknob tightly, ready to enter.
I peek over Rexy’s shoulder “Who’s at this door?”
"Behind this door lies the lair of Marco, the cunning mastermind. Prepare yourself for the face-to-face showdown, my worthy ally.