Black hair and eyes, slim, tall. Wears a black masque.
A budding insurance agent for Valucre Tinselite Securities.
Ambitious, meticulous, analytical, and a master of disguise (see his coat stand disguise below).
His first case: investigate a client's suspicious death at the Hotel DuPont.
Should life insurance be paid?
Bohemian disguise so elite.
Symmetry perfect and fit.
The sleek silhouette of a
man would never even
Scare-a-mouse, scare-
a-what looked like a
mouse: a Suirralrus.
Would he even do
the fun tango, no
one would notice!
Magnifico! Oh ho!
Easy come, easy go, would you let him go!
Top hat slightly
tipped forward to
conceal envisage
from the curious
~-~---{-------~{----{---@
Suirralrus who
glanced his
way. Was his camouflage blown?
Oh please, furball, do not linger and stare at this coat stand.
Scoot along and join the ensemble for dinner or else I shall tell.
I shall divulge of how suirralruses are quite tasty, a mix between
them nutty squirrels and chewy walruses. They all would surely
kill for some exotic fare by now over horrid pancakes and tea!
Whew. The white mage and his rodent passed along to follow
the headstrong Malkog to the eatery, leaving him to stand
alone once more. He had plucked a rose from the nearby
vase while Chatterly greeted the two newcomers, biting
its stalk to conceal mouth, chin and jaw. Chatterly did
not rejoin dinner, however, leaving Tuck to observe
the arrogance and annoyance of Miles Chatterbox.
Except this time, the politician seemed brooding,
hesitating at the stairs before opting to remain
on ground floor, to disappear to what must be
the hallway leading to the botanical gardens.
Any reasonable person would have left after
the first death, let alone the second and last.
Why would a dignitary of Miles’ stature stay?
Could this place be proving a safe haven for
a politician? Aha! A political asylum! Maybe
it was even a politician’s charisma that had
convinced the remaining patronage to stay
put, not abandon ship! And, oh, what was
that Dalton just saying? Chatterly having a
not so pleasant conversation with Mr. Beige
just before his untimely demise? It was one
thing to remain in an asylum, but to actually
have dealings with politicians within its walls;
what could be more volatile and reckless than
that! Even the most incompetent agent at VTS
would have no problem collecting evidence of
gross negligence on Mr. Beige’s part, exposing
himself to exceptional danger. Which would thus
invalidate the life insurance claim of a whopping
10K platinum. The payout was as good as unpaid!
What would the cretins at Valucre Tinselite think?
Any earnings on the side would just be commission.
Bonus! Who committed these grisly murders? Maybe
they were indeed criminal in nature. In that case, the
case would be solved now that Tuck C. DuMasque was
on the case! He shall sort out the bad apples from the
good ones in this basketcase of a mystery. Chatterbox
was no doubt capable of murders to the first degree due
to his pedigree. But there was no way he would trail that
Miles to the gardens. His voice in shrill in itself could drive
anyone mad. Tuck decided to stand his ground a little while
longer to continue eavesdropping on the vibrant dining hall
nearby. Especially now that he heard a request for the Rose
Bard to grace the evening with his renowned musical talent.
The lyrics could very well reveal the thoughts and innermost
feelings he harboured for tenants and hoteliers alike, including
possible animosities and murderous spite. What motives could
a travelling bard carry in his heart? He was next on Tuck’s list of
suspects. He could almost predict the confessional damning lyrics:
Mama, I’ve just stoked a man, put a stoker against his head, pulled
the twigger now he’s dead. Mama! I don’t wanna die, sometimes wish-
Let him go!. . .Bizmilla no!
Let him go!. . .We will not!
Let him go!. . .No No Noo!
oh mama mia. . .Galileo Figaro
for me for me!. . .Magnifico! Ho!
o what’s in a rose?. . .Venom in its stalk?
Tuck eased up on his bite.. . .Madness starting to seep?
Oooops! Don’t give yourself away!. . .Stay a silhouette of a coat stand.
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