"So you're saying..." Diamond repeated. "...that Lucy here was the murderer, over a pack of crisps?"
"That is no doubt exactly what I wish to convey to you people." Pennington said. "My line of logic is flawless. Flawless!"
"Care to explain to me your line of logic?" Diamond asked, gazing at the fear-struck girl standing in the midst of this. He was going to have to break Pennington's logic apart if he wanted any shot at getting Lucy out of this mess.
"My line of logic is absolutely flawless. I see no holes in it." "This packet of crisps proves Lucy was here on the night of the crime, mere moments before she did the dastardly deed."
"Well, that was it." Pennington said. "May I apprehend my criminal here, now?"
"Wait just a moment. I need to go over a few things in those two comments."
"My line of logic is absolutely flawless. I see no holes in it." "This packet of crisps proves Lucy was here on the night of the crime, mere moments before she did the dastardly deed-"
"PAUSE!" Diamond yelled. "HOW does this packet of crisps even prove Lucy was the murderer?"
"It's simple. Look at the receipt inside the packet. It says this packet was bought on the night of the murder, AKA, the third of July. Not only this, Lucy has left some incriminating fingerprints on this packet."
"But she bought it, correct? Of course she touched it!"
"But you're thinking too straightforward. The janitor wiped the packet of crisps when it fell in the trash by accident. That was AFTER the purchase, and BEFORE the crime."
"See my logic, now, Diamond?" Pennington mocked. "This is an airtight case. One you can not get your criminal friend out of. I'm afraid I must head off, now. Come on, you crook."
"W-Wait!" Diamond cried. "I need to confirm one last thing with the suspect!"
"See how quickly you lose faith? She's now the suspect, and no longer Lucy." Pennington shook his head. Lucy glared at Diamond, who whistled innocently. "Make it quick."
"Sus-, I mean Lucy, did you or did you not have the packet of crisps during the murder?"
"I did not."
"How exactly did you lose possession of them?"
"Well, the janitor gave them back to me, and as I was walking down the corridor, these thugs jumped me, and stole my crisps."
"When was this?"
"About half an hour before the murder." Lucy stated. Pennington started sweating.
"Did you return here after you lost the packet?"
"No. I went home. You can confirm with my mother, if you don't believe me."
"Looks like your line of logic isn't so flawless, any more." Diamond mocked. This case had suddenly spun around and bit Pennington in the backside. "My theory has ripped a hole in your logic, and it grows ever larger."