The journey to the Police Station was fairly uneventful with little to distract the two investigators but their own bickering.
Arthur has decided that he would come up with ways that the woman might have indeed nailed herself to the ceiling while Mr. Sharp consistently managed to counter every suggestion.
"Perhaps she used some kind of catapult..."
"But then where is it, Arthur? She couldn't very well tidy it away afterwards could she?"
Arthur frowned and was about to use an anecdote about his mother's cleaning prowess and how even death wouldn't keep her from having a well-dusted mantle-piece when Mr. Sharp indicated that they had arrived and promptly held open the door for the both of them.
Arthur walked in, waited for Mr. Sharp to follow and then approached the reception desk. Arthur realised he was still sweating profusely from the heat given off by his companion and took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed himself with it while waiting for an officer to show up.
"You couldn't, I don't know, turn that thing down could you?" Arthur said irritably, indicating the burner in Mr. Sharp's chest.
"You know very well that's not possible Arthur." Mr. Sharp replied, his lenses whirring in the Mechanoid equivalent of a frown "Oh look, here comes an officer."
The officer was in his mid-fifties, his grey hair tightly combed and slicked back. He adjusted his tie, cleared his throat and then leant over the desk using his elbows for leverage.
"Hello sirs. How may I help you?"
"We believe the suicide case in Mollycot Lane is not what it appears to be." Mr. Sharp said before Arthur could get a word in. "We believe it to be murder."
"Or an ingenious catapulting contraption..." Arthur mumbled defeatedly.
"Well, you boys must have turned up late." The officer said with a frown. "We've got her boy in the back, said he saw the whole thing. Things a closed case."
Arthur and Mr. Sharp looked at each other.
"What?" They both exclaimed.
"I said we have her boy in the back, saw the whole grizzly affair. Terrible thing to see you own mother do something like that."
"Do you think we could we talk to him?" Arthur asked.
"Well I don't know about that. What were you two doing there anyway? Working on a case were we? You PIs ought to leave to police work to the professionals."
"Well yes, we were working on a case actually, allow us to explain, perhaps then you will change your mind."
The police officer looked on unamused as Arthur and Mr. Sharp began to relay the tale of how they had come to be in that room down Mollycot Lane.