} "And so," pronounced Hercule Poirot, in an appallingly bad attempt
} at a Belgian accent, "ze little gray cells zey tell me zat ze only
} people oo could 'ave committed ze murder are gathered in zis room now."
} "What are you suggesting?" cried Major Smythe, jumping from his chair.
} "I won't stand for this."
} "Ah," responded the dapper little smart-ass, "I think you will.
} Because, you see, I know who commited ze crime, and will reveal it to
} zis little gathering of potential murderers. After which, ze police
} will take my word for it, and ze guilty party will be executed solely
} on ze suspicion of a foreign national."
} "Oh," wailed Mrs Winscombe, "Please tell us who could have killed my
} darling Kitty."
} "It was Major Smythe oo gave me ze answer," continued Poirot, "though
} I do not believe 'e noticed it at ze time."
} "I did no such thing," blustered the Major, his face growing redder
} and redder. "I'd never help a foreign blighter like you. Just isn't
} part of my stereotype, don't you know?"
} "Ah, but you did, Major, when you told me zat you 'ad 'eard a strange
} noise just after ze crime."
} "Damn strange. Sort of 'vworp vworp'."
} "Indeed zo. And it was only zis morning zat I realised ze significance
} of zis noise. Zere is only one man 'oo makes such a noise, 'oo could
} have entered ze locked room, and 'oo 'as a well known preference for
} robotic dogs over cats. Is zat not so, Doctor?"
} The Time Lord, who up until then had been lurking quietly in a corner
} sighed. "You've got me there, Poirot. Never thought you'd work it out."
} So yes, supplicant, you are correct in your assumption. Who, indeed,
} You owe the Oracle a TARDIS.