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The door crashed open and an imposing looking gentleman strode into the room. He looked rather dashing in his  pinstripe suit; unfortunately the effect was spoilt by the fact that he was wearing  a bright purple beanie complete with yellow pom poms on his head.

“Meandering! Unfocused!” shouted the newcomer. “Call yourselves private detectives? I’ve had enough of this rubbish. I demand you interrogate me.”

“Alright, keep your voice down,” said Tara. “For starters, who are you? And why are you wearing that ludicrous thing on your head?”

“I am Vince French. Yes, that got your attention!” He looked brazenly around the cafe with an unpleasant sneer.

“And?”

“Oh, the headgear. My elderly Aunt knitted it for me and insisted I wear it. What could I do?”

“Well,” said Star mildly. “That’s extremely sweet of you. And, you are in luck because we’ve been looking for a Vince French. But first can you prove you are Vince French because we are getting rather a lot of false negatives lately. Or do I mean false positives. I really get so confused.”

“Yes, and tattoos as identification won’t do,” said Tara.

“Will Puccini’s Gianni Schicchi prove it to you?” he asked and broke into song.

“Wow,” whispered Star. “What a voice! It must be him.”

“Arrogant bastard,” said Tara.