Something requested of me on a dating app.

What's here? Oh no, it's that.

What?

What?

Yes, husband, this is your parents' husband, Marge.

Think someone got to our man?

I hope not.

Don't you think they'll let me see Monica Hytes?

I don't know. Not before tomorrow morning.

How?

She's in deep shock, boss. No bloody way, man.

What was she doing here?

I don't know.

How did she get in?

Looks like it was someone you knew.

Certainly, I'm in shock too.

Have one yourself. His heirs will forgive you.

No, thanks.

Of course, it does mean he didn't kill Quinn.

No.

We've been supposing there's only one villain here at the syndicate.

Passing on exam secrets to Bland and El Jamara for sales and whoever.

But maybe they were all in it.

All except Quinn, of course, the new boy.

He found out. Accused Bartlett of being part of it.

Did he?

Yeah.

Thing is, who else did he tell?

Ogilvy, perhaps. Ogilvy takes action.

Why is Ogilvy dead now, then?

See, according to Morse's law, Sir, Quinn is a 50% chance of Mrs. Huxley.