Ten Little Indians
Cluedo:
Greetings. This is my adaptation of Agatha Christie's famous story "Ten Little Indians."
I'm making this for 3 different kinds of people.
1. Those who do not know the story.
2. Those who know the story and like it and wish to see it in Sim form.
3. Those who just love the Sims.
I would like to ask the people in Category 2 not to spoil the ending for the people in Category 1. I know a lot of you guys may know the ending, but please! Just don't spoil it!:shh: Thank you.:angel:
Anyway without further ado, may I present Agatha Christie's "Ten Little Indians." Dun dun duuuhhhhhh!
Cluedo:
PART I
Friday, August 4th, 1939
Sticklehaven, Devon
It was an unusually hot summer in the seaside town of Sticklehaven. The sun was bright in the sky with little clouds. A perfect day to enjoy a nice cold drink, or even perhaps spend a weekend at an island retreat. It was true however that there did happen to be a private island close-by to Sticklehaven known as Indian Island. It was also true that the island was recently purchased by a low-key couple known as the Owens. The funny thing is, no resident of Sticklehaven or anyone can recall ever seeing or knowing Mr. and Mrs. Owen. However what was known was the fact that the Owens were planning to have a weekend party for a rather large group who were coming directly to their quiet town to get transport to the otherwise secluded island. Who these people are a bit of mystery. From the sound of it though, it was going to be a rather curiously odd bunch.....
"Is everything ready Narracott?" Asked a bluff, bearded man with a bowler hat.
"Yes, Mr. Harrison." Replied Fred Narracott, the boatman.
Mr. Charles Harrison was the harbour-master, and he happened to be very particular about how things were done around his harbour naturally. Fred Narracott worked for him as the transporter. A nice decent job. Pay wasn't bad as well.
"The visitors should be arriving any minute soon from the station" Reported Harrison, "One of them has arrived early. He asked me when he will be ready to leave. Davis I believe his name was."
"Ah, yes," Replied Narracott, "That well-rounded cheery fellow? I've met him. Seems to be a rather friendly chap."
"Yes, quite so." Agreed Harrison, "At any rate, I want you to be ready to receive luggage when the others arrive."
"Aye, Mr. Harrison," Confirmed Narracott, "I'll do that."
"Good."
And with that Mr. Harrison walked off to attend to other things in the store.
Stelio Kontos:
Continue, please.
This is some good work you've got going.
Cluedo:
William Blore was sitting down on the patio enjoying a side meal at the harbour's snack bar. He figured he might as well since it was almost lunchtime. He too felt a little affected by the hot air, and decided it was far too hot to wear a jacket with his suit. Never liked the damn things anyway. They felt a little constricting on such a big man like Blore. As he ate he went over his notebook. He had a little list of people and he was pondering as he checked them off.
"Can't be too careful..." Blore thought in his mind, "Mrs. Owen may keep a tight foot on her jewels this weekend. There's a quite a shady sounding few here"
Blore was a detective. When he received an invitation to Indian Island, he had been told by Mr. Owen to protect Mrs. Owen's jewels from a suspected thief during their weekend stay. There was a point made in the letter that there would be a nice bundle of payment and Blore would be in their debt. They also made note for him to masquerade as a guest under a different name.
At any rate Blore was incredibly curious as to the history of Indian Island. Perhaps a local knew a little...even just a little. An elderly gentleman was walking by and Blore decided that due to his age, surely he must be very familiar with these parts.
"Pardon me sir," He asked while getting up from his seat, "But are you familiar around these parts?"
The old man turned around. He has a touch of a roughness to him, but he appeared friendly.
"I lived here all my life, sir." Replied the old man, "Even since I was a wee lad. I take it you are not local then?"
"No, no." Chuckled Blore breezily, "Just visiting. Oh, I'm Mr. Sam Davis by the way."
"Aye' pleasure Mr. Davis," He replied, with a little gruffness in his voice, "Pat Sherman is da name."
"Well Mr. Sherman," Asked Mr. Blore "What do you know about about Indian Island?"
"Used to visit dere when I was a boy," Recalled Mr. Sherman, "A nice rocky place to explore! Not a soul around! Island got it's name from the shape of da main cliff, when you turn ye head. Look's like an Indian. Now a couple of fancy folk called de Robsons came to build dem a house on the island thinking it would be a romantic spot to live on. The missus wasn't a happy camper and came to hate it for it's rough winds and nobody for company. We never saw dem again! he! he! he!"
He sounded like a jaybird as he chuckled.
"Now de Owens are da talk of town," He continued, "We never see dem come or go...and I don't like da look of it. You see, dere's a squall comin', lad."
"No, no, old man" Blore corrected, "It's going to be lovely weather this weekend. Just look at the sky!"
"Dere's a squall coming!" Repeated Mr. Sherman firmly, "I can smell it...de time of judgment is here.... and if you are off to Indian Island, I would a watch me self if I were you,"
With that the old man was off.
"Hmmmmm," Blore thought to himself, "He tells me to watch myself, eh? I'm not a fool, and I bet I would outlive him at any rate! Blimey old man."
Cluedo:
A short while later, a cab pulled up onto the docks. Inside were three passengers cramped together in the back seat. It was only a relief for them to exit that hot sweaty cab and smell the sea air.
One of them was an old gentleman in his mid-70's. He appearance was rather frail, though there was something about him that looked as though he still had a bit of strength in him. The other two passengers were clearly younger than him. Much younger in fact.
The man looked to be in his 30's. The woman perhaps even younger. He had a tall posture, a clean cut suit, and a wolfish-almost cruel face. His mouth curled back in a way that looked like a snake before it lunged to bite. As for the woman, her appearance was softer in comparison and more mild. She was very, very pretty, but in a school mistress kind of way. Both of them exited the cab and faced each other. The man who's name was Capt. Philip Lombard was the first to speak.
"Well now, were here!" Declared Philip Lombard, "Quite a awful ride here, wouldn't you agree Miss Claythorne?"
"Yes, well..." Replied Miss Vera Claythorne, sounding a light-headed from the drive, "I never really do enjoy riding in cabs all that much."
"I don't blame you." Agreed Lombard, "At any rate, it's great to finally be out smelling the sea air..."
"Oh to be honest, I never liked the smell of the sea much." Vera replied, that took Lombard a little aback.
"Oh then why did you come?" He asked, with a little bit of daring intent, "I assumed you may have come for a holiday!"
Vera giggled a little and said,
"Oh no, no, no..I'm not on holiday! You see, I've actually been hired as Mrs. Owen's secretary. Funny woman, living out on an island like that. So why did you come to Indian Island, Mr. Lombard?"
"Ah, my dear," Began Lombard, chuckling, "That is private business! Mr. Owen said that he needed a good man in a tight spot, and that's all I can say. At any rate, I reckon I will enjoy myself at Indian Island!"
On the other side of the car, Vera and Philip could hear the elderly gentleman requesting some assistance with his luggage with a rather strong voice. Looks like there was some strength in that old man after all!
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