Which Fictional Detective Are You?

Put up with it, but talk about it later with your best friend.

Wait, there's somebody else in the room? I hadn't noticed.

Glare at them and if it gets too bad, tell them to stop.

I say nothing. I do not believe it is my place.

Ignore them. They probably had a bad day which is why they're having issues.

Tell them to quit it, and probably not in the nicest way.

Chase them down and take them to court, pretty sure he's the real killer. But just in case he's not, you bring in a PI to help you.

It's easy! List all the deductions I made and then point the finger at the guilty party!

Accuse the wrong person and realize half way through who actually did it, so then you accuse them. With a Sargeant stand by, of course. Can't risk the criminal running away!

Half the time I end up guilting them into it.

Trick them into admitting it themselves.

Take a minute to chat with the audience to see if they're on the same page, and then get your dad to make the arrest.

Incriminate everyone in the room in turn, and then reveal the true killer.

I'm a loyal friend, and I'll make sure one way or the other!

None of my friends end up being who they say they are, so I'm not really surprised.

Ridiculous! It must have been someone else, and I can prove it!

Friend? What friend? I don't have friends.

I would not be overly surprised. Many of my friends have shady pasts.

It would not be the first time, I am afraid.

No way! I'll defend them to the end, even if it ruins my reputation!

Going on a date, or maybe nothing. Nothing is always good.

Writing a book. Or maybe hanging out with a close friend.

Hanging out at the pub and watching football.

Some opera and a cross word puzzle.

Eavesdropping on other people's interesting conversations.

Lounging about in my sofa in a dressing gown and nodding off. Maybe playing my violin a little.

Rearranging my stamp collection.

Both

Critic

Neither, I'm just doing my job

Artist

Prayer is always very helpful.

Close my eyes and think!

Five pillows and an ounce of shag tobacco.

In a bar while talking with my Sargeant.

I usually end up thinking best late at night after six cups of coffee and a few donuts.

Things just kinda come to me.

I prefer talking things over with people. It always give me ideas!

They are most often very remarkable and very brave. I respect them greatly.

Wow... that's a nice dress!

Ew. No. Go bother Watson.

I've dated a lot, but I usually end up forgetting their name before our next date.

I've loved so many, but none of them ever love me back.

Well, I am one, so I'd say I love them!

They are people just like men. I have many friends that are women and I like their company, but I do not think I will ever get married.

I am not worried. No one is cleverer than I!

Go to the police, and, if needs be, stand up to them.

The answer is obvious. Get them first.

Pray. It is always best to look at the cross before doing anything else.

I'll do whatever I need to.

Get a few bruises before my Sergeant comes and saves me.

Set a trap, of course.

A concert violinist.

Just a proper daddy and husband. Maybe even a stay at home dad.

I cannot imagine doing anything else. This is my calling.

A mystery author.

A member of the clergy.

Probably a homeless drunk... or an art critic.