A MURDER AT THE ROYAL HOTEL
I have been staying at the Royal Hotel for some time now. This morning, as I walked past a room on the first floor, suddenly I heard a woman's somewhat muffled voice: "Help!" the woman was obviously trying to scream. Then I heard a man's voice. "Don't move, or I'll shoot you!" the man was shouting angrily. "Oh, please don't shoot me," the woman was crying. Then the man gave a final, blood-chilling laugh. And I heard a shot.
And I felt a shiver run down my spine simultaneously... Without giving the matter a second thought, I knocked on the door loudly. "Come in," said the woman, however, in a soft voice, and I rushed into the room. "What's the matter?" I asked her: "Can I help you?..." "Who're you?" the woman asked angrily. "I... I heard a shot," I declared, somewhat hesitatingly. And I added: 'Are you all right?"
The woman laughed, "Of course I am all right." She then turned to the man: "Put your gun in your pocket, dear," she simply said...
"What on earth is happening here?" I asked, I think with some rightful exasperation. The man's answer was that they were not quarrelling at all, but that they were actors and were trying to memorize their parts for a new play.
Adapted from L.G. ALEXANDER'S Question and Answer.
We may surmise, deduce, infer, conclude from the narrative that the narrator