Ten Little Indians
Cluedo:
The rain was pouring again. Hard. It made it harder for anyone to get to sleep. With no lights, a storm of nightmare proportion, and a murderer on the loose. Nighttime was an wide-awake Hell...
Ex-Inspector Blore was able to relax a little. He even went as far as to lie on his bed, but he did not undress. His mind was working hard. Outside, he listened as the storm raged on. A thunder clasp....more rain. All he could do was just lie there on the bed in the dark.
He found the darkness created a supernatural veil over the island. It was an unnerving, mysterious veil. Blore wasn't scared of danger. At least not the physical kind in the open. But he couldn't handle the dangers of the supernatural. Suddenly he felt they weren't alone. It wasn't just the four of them on the island. He couldn't forget the ghosts of the deceased who inhabited it as well....
He remembered Anthony Marston alright. He lay in room next door rotting away all convulsed...but before then...he could still remember the first sight he had of him. The dashing young Marston....in the youth of his prime....he was in the room jeering at him.
It wasn't just Marston invading his room. Who else was in his room, haunting the night? Of course! It was that miserable old cow, Miss Brent! All stuck up...all high and righteous she was. Blore could still see her. She was at the door disapproving. ...at his manners. Her face was all bloated and purple with stings...the bees swarming her face....
Somebody was crying...sobbing in a mourn. Why it was Mrs. Rogers! All ghostly and pale she was....she looked like a ghost already. Even before she died. Doomed to the island forever...or was she free? She and her husband were both dead....almost like a distant memory.
But was it her crying? That's when a forth face came into view. It wasn't anybody on the island though. He knew he it was. He recognized the face. Pale, spectacled with a small straw-coloured mustache....It was Landor! Funny how he recognized him....he had completely forgotten before. Landor had a wife as well. A short thin figure she was; and a little girl they had too. Probably no more than fourteen years old. For the first time in Blore's life, he wondered what had happened to them.
Slowly...his eyes closed...
Then he woke with a start. It was a strange noise that woke him. He must have heard it when the rain stopped. It was now quiet with crickets outside. Morning was coming, but the strange noise continued. It was footsteps. They were going downstairs....then he heard the front door open....
Thinking fast, Blore leaped out of bed. Slowly he opened the door and didn't exit until satisfied the coast was clear. As he made his way downstairs, he noticed the front door was wide open! Blore hurried over to the doorway, but didn't expect to find anyone. He was alone staring at the heaving sea in the morning air. Suddenly into this natural noise came a scream....far in the distance...only to be drowned out by the waves....
END OF PART II
Cluedo:
Hey readers, I will be in Ottawa for Easter weekend. I will have to continue the "Ten Little Indians" adaptation when I get back. For those who are waiting for the ending to come, please be patient for the weekend. It will be worth the wait not to spoil it prematurely.
Things to expect for Part III:
Dr. Armstrong falls under great suspicion when he appears to have vanished off the island.
Heated tensions will sizzle up between Vera and Lombard.
Blore will encounter an unexpected character from the very beginning.
More deaths.
Keep reading.
Astral Faery:
Looking forward to it. Have a good weekend!
steelguy:
Ten green bottles, hanging on the wall...
Cluedo:
PART III
Blore ran back upstairs in a hurry, and then stopped at the landing above. Somebody was moving around outside and he had to find out who it was. He ran to each door knocking.
"Lombard! Armstrong! Miss Claythorne!" He called as he knocked on each one.
Lombard came out fully dressed, shortly followed by Vera who also hadn’t gotten changed for bed.
“What’s the matter Blore?” Lombard
“Somebody was moving about below and left the house, and I can’t figure out who it was,” Replied Blore.
Vera walked down the corridor and came to Dr. Armstrong’s door. She knocked on it again. No reply. Then she found the door was unlocked. When she opened and entered, it was clear the Dr. Armstrong was no longer in his bedroom. His bed however had been clearly slept in.
“Dr. Armstrong isn’t in his room,” Vera alerted the others.
“The Doctor?” Perked up Lombard, “Then he’s our pigeon then…”
“Yes, just as I suspected,” Said Blore, “Now it is a case of finding the bugger!”
“What if hiding?” Asked Vera, “and what if he’s watching us?”
“We’ll be on our guard this time!” Reassured Lombard, “And we will find him before he strikes again!”
“Well I heard him go outside, the front door is open,” Informed Blore.
Lombard walked over to the top of the stairs. Presently the wind kept blowing and banging the door open and shut. The lock having been broken...
“The island is no or more less a bare rock,” Reminded Lombard, “He won’t have too many places to hide. We shall wait till morning so that it is light out however, and when we do, we will find him….”
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