Good afternoon. I’ve come to inquire about Mr. Theo Gusper, who, I believe, died here in most tragic circumstances the other day.
I wish to express my sincere condolences.
I don’t quite follow you, I’m afraid, sir.
Has Mr. Gusper’s funeral already taken place, then?
I was very much hoping to attend it, and express my sorrow to his relatives.
You appear to have come to the wrong place, sir.
This is a hotel, not a cemetery.
Alright, then! Listen stupid, Mr. Gusper; G-U-S-P-E-R.
He was in room 804,
8-0-4. A bomb got him, right? Boom! Where have they taken him?
There was an explosion in room 804. However, Mr. Gusper had already checked out before it took place.
What? Where’s he gone?
I regret to say that I am unable to tell you.
Are you the gentleman who was trying to kill him?
I warn you if you’ve got any idea where he is, you’d better come out with it!
Er, now I come to think of it, he did ask me to get him a ticket for a tennis match.
It was the men’s semi-finals, I seem to remember.
That’s this afternoon! You’d better be right!
I’ll be back otherwise!