| Speeking: | My lady, Mr. Fomes, I can tell you what the murderer looks like. |
| Fomes: | But you are the murderer. |
| Speeking: | No I’m not. |
| Fomes: | Oh yes you are. |
| Lady S: | Be quiet. Speeking, speak. |
| Speeking: | My lady, the murderer is…(Speeking falls to the ground) |
| Fomes: | He’s dead. Poison. This means…Speeking isn’t the murderer. The murderer must be…someone else! |
| Lady S: | Yes. Who? |
| Fomes: | We must find out what the murderer looks like. And only Speeking can tell us. |
| Lady S: | But Speeking is dead. |
| Fomes: | Yes. That is a problem. |