(knuckles rapping) - [Detective Phelps] Miss Scarlet?
- Yes.
- No.
(hooves clipping) I'm Miss Scarlet.
- May I inquire if you've lost something?
Some jewelry, perhaps?
- Er, yes.
My mother's wedding ring, have you found it?
- Does your ring have an inscription?
- Um, from my father to my mother, "For my beloved Lavinia Scarlet."
- Then it is yours.
- I told her so many times to get it resized, but does she listen?
- It was found last night in the city mortuary by a Mr.
Potts.
- Is he the one that calls you a non-Christian woman with the morals of an alley cat?
- Yes, that's the one.
- You're under arrest.
- What?
(handcuffs clinking) (suspenseful music) Why?
- For breaking and entering the city mortuary.
- But, uh... (Eliza sighs) Find Inspector Wellington.
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