Ziggy turned slowly at the scrape of Iggy's approach. For the longest minute he just looked at Iggy. Then he blinked. Once. He turned back to what he was doing. Iggy came closer and saw that Ziggy was poring over the stock quotes in the financial section of that days' paper. After a few minutes, he looked up, satisfied with what he had read. "Microsoft is up again! I advised you over a year ago to invest in them."

"Yeah, and you also told me to invest in that talking Marcel Marceau doll," Iggy replied. "I had to moonlight for over a year acting in schlocky monster movies. Guess what? The giant lizards always die a terrible death."

"Live and learn, my thespian sibling," Ziggy drawled. "Now down to business: Sammy's dead and you want to know who did it. Or do you think I did it? I did have a motive and no real alibi. I was asleep under the heating lamp by myself all night."

"Motive?" Ziggy lisped. "Yes, Sammy was onto one of my scams. Philly, Frank and Pat were doing the pigeon-with-a-broken-wing scam. Sammy thought he could blackmail me. Fool. But, alas, my cold blooded brother, someone beat me to it. I'm busy, so you can only ask me one question."

Iggy asks:

1. "Who did it, then?"
2. "Why was Sammy found with an acorn in his mouth?"
3. "Why did mother like you better?"

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