"What a Hodge-podge!( an assortment of odds and ends)" I, Watson, exclaimed at the list of suspects."We'll never figure this out!"
Holmes snorted. "You, my dear Watson, are anencephalous (lacking a brain)" He sighed. " The answer is plain."
"Codswallop (nonsense)!" I shouted indignantly (offendedly)"You bloviate (brag, speak pompously). There is no way you can know the murderer from this list."
"You are Batrachomyomachy (making a mountain out of a molehill)"
This went on Boustrophedon (in a back and forth pattern) until I yelled "You are discombobulateing (confuseing) and flummoxing (exasperateing) me!"
"Then let me prove to you that my knowledge is true."
"Fine."
"Maven Thompson is guilty."
"Why?"
"Let me finish! Maven Thompson is a Quean and I will prove it"
"A Queen?"
"No, Watson a Quean, Q-U-E-A-N, meaning disreputable woman."
"You Petifogger (Confuse me with your speech)"
"You're no better. Anyhow, she is known to have abibliophobia (A fear of no reading material). She takes out more than she returns. Obviously, the victim, also known as the librarian, would no longer allow her to borrow books, so she, the librarian, was slain (killed) with a snickersnee (long knife) by Maven."
"Cockamamie! (Absurd)"
"Shall we try there then?" Holmes questioned. "If she is the jackanapes (Hooligan), then we'll put her in hoosegow(jail), and be done with it."
"Fine!" I grabbed my furphy (water container) and we set off, both in a dudgeon (bad mood).
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