ROGER: 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.
RECEPTIONIST: I don't quite follow you, I'm afraid, sir.
ROGER: Has Mr Gusper's funeral already taken place, then? I was very much hoping to attend it, and express my sorrow to his relatives.
RECEPTIONIST: You appear to have come to the wrong place, sir. This is a hotel, not a cemetery.
ROGER: Alright, then! Listen stupid, Mr Gusper; G-U-SP- E-R. He was in room 804, 8-0-4. A bomb got him, right? Boom! Where have they taken him?
RECEPTIONIST: There was an explosion in room 804. However, Mr Gusper had already checked out before it took place.
ROGER: What? Where's he gone?
RECEPTIONIST: I regret to say that I am unable to tell you. Are you the gentleman who was trying to kill him?
ROGER: I warn you: if you've got any idea where he is, you'd better come out with it!
RECEPTIONIST: 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.
ROGER: That's this afternoon! You'd better be right! I’ll be back otherwise!
