Ten Little Indians
Cluedo:
The five remaining guests ran outside. Deep down, they knew what they were going to find wasn't going to be pretty...
"She isn't here anymore!" Exclaimed Lombard.
Presently the bench Emily Brent once occupied was empty.
It was Blore who found her this time. The body lay behind the bushes and blue firewood boxs. He waved to the others to come over...
"My God, she's dead!" Whispered Blore under his breath.
Everybody was visibly upset.
"How could have we let this happen again!?" Grumbled Dr. Armstrong, "We should never have left her alone!"
"And what the Hell is this!?" Growled Lombard, indicating a wooden box with the lid open..."
"It's one of those...those bee house things..." Quivered Vera, "Usually found in an apiary..."
"Bees! Of course!" Blurted Lombard slapping his forehead.
Dr. Armstrong bent down to examine, then recoiled. Three bees that were crawling along Miss Brent's purple, convulsed face flew away.
"Horrible! Just horrible!" Dr. Armstrong said aloud in a stiffened tone, "Those welts on her face...horrible way to die!"
"How...did she die like that Doctor?" Asked Lombard, "She was alright when we left her."
Dr. Armstrong bent down again. There was a bloody mark on her neck that was significantly larger than the rest of the bee stings.
"It wasn't the bees that killed her," Armstrong reported, "That's the mark of a hypodermic syringe!"
"What kind of poison was it?" Asked the Judge.
"One of the cyanides probably," Figured Armstrong, "Probably the same kind Anthony Marston choked on. She would have died from asphyxiation at any rate."
"But the bees!" Cried Vera, "It couldn't have been a coincidence!"
"Oh it's not a coincidence my dear," Lombard assured grimly, "It's the murderer's touch of local colour. Likes to stick to his damnable nursery jingle as close as possible."
"Here look! What's this!?" Exclaimed Blore, looking closely at an object on the ground, "I believe I've found your stinger doctor!"
"That's a syringe alright!" Said Dr. Armstrong, "Very similar....to the one I brought."
All eyes turned to him suspiciously.
"Purely within medical reason," Explained Armstrong trying to sound as professional as possible, "Most doctors bring them you know."
"In that case," Said Wargrave, " Could you tell us where it was?"
"It was in my suitcase," Recalled Dr. Armstrong, "But this one happens to be identical enough, and I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't there."
"It seems then, that the murderer must have known you brought it," Wargrave said gravely, "Also, I must regret that I have to something else to say."
"What's that?" Asked Lombard.
Judge Wargrave looked down at Emily Brent's gruesome corpse.
"This is one more acquitted....too late."
Astral Faery:
Ooo! Ooo! More! More! Things are moving pretty quickly, now - must know what happened, lol. By the way, we really could use some spooky music about now. Poor Miss Brent - she was a real snot - but those are the ones you tend to miss the most.
Cluedo:
I could try and find some spooky music if you wanted!
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Only five remained since Emily Brent was murdered. Her body taken to her room and laid on the bed like the rest. The remaining five stood out in the hallway wondering what to say or do next.
It was Judge Wargrave who spoke first.
"There are five of us in this room; one of us is a murderer," He confirmed, "Everything must be done to safeguard the four of us who are innocent. Already, Dr. Armstrong claims that the syringe we found was stolen from his room. Now I must ask what other things do you have in possession Dr. Armstrong?"
Dr. Armstrong thought for a moment,
"Oh a couple of medical drugs of the sort," He answered, "Potent sleeping tablets, aspirin, medical supplies; the lot."
"I too have to confess that I do have a few sleeping tablets in my possession," Admitted the Judge, "I think it would be wise if we gathered up all potential weapons throughout the house and lock them in a safe spot. That would include firearms. Mr. Lombard, you have a revolver I hear?"
Lombard's eye narrowed.
"Who told you that?"
"Sorry," Shrugged Blore, turning a little red.
"I'll be damned if I give up my revolver!" Declared Lombard.
"Mr. Lombard, you are a strong man it appears, but hopefully there are enough of us here to enforce the issue if necessary," Threatened Wargrave.
"Oh very well, I'll fetch it.." Grudgingly replied Lombard.
"I think it would best if we came with you just in case," Said Blore.
"Suspicious devils, the lot of you are," Lombard snarled, throwing his head back.
They all strode off to Lombard's bedroom where he proceeded to open drawer where he kept the weapon...
Then he recoiled suddenly, cursing audibly.
"It's gone!"
"Where could it have gone?" Asked Vera.
"I'd think the owner would know the answer to that..." Sneered Blore, with suspicion.
Lombard swung around angrily.
"You damned pig-headed fool!" He growled, "It has been stolen from me!"
"When did you see it last?" Wargrave asked.
"It was in my drawer last night before I went to bed," Answered Lombard, "I checked to make sure!"
"It seems then that perhaps your revolver must have been stolen during the search for Rogers this morning, or even after we found his dead body," Theorized Wargrave, "Unless of course one of us has it right now....."
Vera stood out in the hallway as one by one each of the gentlemen striped to the skin and searched each other's clothing. No revolver was found.
OwlM:
I have read story in class, I like it and thanks for brigning it alive in our favorite game. Check out my story about witches hope ya enjoy it.
Astral Faery:
Hmmm...very mysterious. Who will search Vera? Or is she exempt because she's a woman? The pace is starting to pick up, now, and the finger pointing is getting even more persistent. Looking forward to more!
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