Niples "Sleuthing around, and making an accusation!"

Who: Tara, Phil
Where: Medibay
<medibay snip>
"Theres one more thing..." Tara pointed out
"Whats that?"
"She wasn't shot, she was stabbed"
"What?"
"No doubt about it, whatever killed her it was a blade of some
description.
Doctor Keto got it wrong."
<medibay snip>
"Aha! I knew it!" Said Seymour slipping out of the shadows making
them both jump.
"Seymour where did you come from?" Asked Tara.
Seymour was examining the floor with a magnifying glass, he looked
up and into phils face through the lens, magnifying the florescent
medibay lights above and making him squint.
"My dear boy, a good sleuth appreciates the art and skill of stealth
and secrecy."
"You just came in through that door didn't you?" said Tara.
"Well, yes." Seymour admitted. "So this is most interesting, Keto
got something wrong… now we could just put this down to Keto's
incompetence. In fact most people would argue Keto's incompetence is
so much a problem that it cannot be ignored, BUT what if Keto was
trying to mislead us? Knowing that he, being the…" And Seymour
cringed as he said this "…most experienced doctor onboard, and his
opionion…" Seymour cringed again. "…trusted. He wouldn't have
thought anyone else onboard would examine the body and prove him
different."
"Well I did." Said Tara. "You want to see the body?" Said Tara. And
pulled the morgue drawer out with the body on.
Seymour dry wretched and looked away. "Oh dear god! Are you
absolutely sure that it's a stab wound, not bullet wound?"
"Absolutely, look at the abrasion on the flesh…"
Seymour looked again and turned away immediately in disgust, his
hand over his mouth to stop him vomiting.
"Are you okay?" Asked Phil.
"Of course I'm okay! I'm fine, I've seen much worse than this
before!" The royal ambassador looked again and wretched.
"You, erm… don't have to look you know…" Tara said.
"I said I'm fine!" Seymour snapped and looked at the wound. "Ahh… I
see." He turned pale, and then a shade of green, then turned away
again.
"So if Keto did this deliberately, why would he? Is he perhaps
covering for someone? Who is the list of suspects again?"
"John Keats, Joseph Severn, John Smith." Read out Phil from his list.
"Hmm," Seymour rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Does Keto have any
special bond or friendship with any of them? I wouldn't have thought
he knew any of them long enough to risk covering for them." He
gasped. "Which makes me think maybe Keto is doing this alone! Can
you tell if it was a knife stab wound or maybe a scalpel wound?"
Tara looked at the body. "It's a bit too messy, I'm not too sure."
Seymour started pacing the room. "So if the body was moved, and
blood was found in the vent, we have established that the murderer
probably got blood on themselves right?"
"From a stab wound then very probably." Tara said, "Look how much
blood has stained her clothes."
Seymour looked then gagged. "GODDAMMIT STOP MAKING ME LOOK!" He
turned away and continued pacing.
"So what we really need to look for is Keto's clothes, and if they
have blood stains." Seymour started digging around the medibay, in
drawers and cupboards and throwing things everywhere. "Tara be a
dear please and fold these up, Keto is very unorganised." Tara
scowled.
"Anyway, hold it Cluseau! Of course he'll have traces of blood on
his clothes. He's a surgeon!"
"Hmm," Seymour stopped looking. "Well I can't find anything. I can't
find any clothes at all. They must all be being washed?"
Tara helped look too. "Hey that's odd, he usually has some laying
around. I keep having a go at him to tidy up and clean his clothes,
I found a shirt last week that still had some kind of green blood on
from a Hymenoptera autopsy years ago!"
Seymour picked up his magnifying glass again and scanned the
room. "Well if there nothing else to be found out here, maybe we
should find Keto and ask him some questions. Have the suspects been
questioned?"
"Not fully yet no." said Phil.
"Good, lets…" Just as Seymour spoke, Dr Keto entered the medibay
with fresh laundry draped over his arm.
"GET HIM!" Cried Seymour.
Phil leaped at Keto, spurred on by the moment and power of
suggestion.
Keto yelped and dropped his washing in surprise.
<tag anyone! Thought I'd try making an accusation! Sorry Keto!>