“I don’t have experience in inspecting corpses,” Elise perfunctorily answered.
“You don’t? How did you know his lungs had issues, then?” Bartholomew persistently interrogated.
“I checked his pulses when he was still alive. I sensed it then,” she replied.
“Really?” Bartholomew lifted his leg to walk over the doorsill.
Standing before Elise, he ambiguously quizzed, “I once met a woman in Africa. She, too, had pointed out the error in my inspection. She goes by the name ‘Eliza’. Do you perhaps know her?”
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