*picks up a pencil* *twirls it around in his fingers for a few moments, utterly silent*
*reaches across and picks up the two ibuprofen tablets Margaret thoughtfully placed on a saucer and is dimly grateful that you didn't take them to sell on the street outside*
So. Two men were murdered on the outskirts of my kingdom. Two trucks are missing, one of which contains explosives. *takes a deep breath, swallows the iboprofen and looks at you* What do you expect me to do about it? I should have thought this sort of investigation would be more suited to your special means and ways.