Ten Little Indians
steelguy:
Astral: I haven't read it either!
But I have my suspicions...
Astral Faery:
Arrgh! I need more, Cluedo! What happens next, what happens next? Tell meeeee!
Okay - deep breath - I'm okay. Great update (when's the next one?):blob:
Great, steelguy - I'm glad I'm not the only one, lol!
Cluedo:
Philip Lombard and Vera Claythorne stood by the sprawled out body of the late Ex-Inspector.
"That does it!" Bellowed Lombard, "Now only one thing is certain and that is Dr. Armstrong is the murderer and is hiding somewhere in the house. I'm going in to get him..."
Vera grabbed Philip's arm.
"Don't be a fool!" She cried, "It's us now! We're next! He's counting on us to look for him!"
"But I now got this!" Lombard said as he flashed his revolver.
"But Dr. Armstrong is mad!" Vera continued, "You said Blore would be alright, and that he was more than a match for Armstrong. Look at him now!"
Philip grabbed Vera by the waist and ushered her indoors.
"Come on," He whispered, "In that case, we must make our way back to the cliff. We may even have to spend the night there if we have to."
They both stealthily hurried down the hall of the house so that he could make it to the front. Lombard kept his revolver on guard....
When they exited through the front doors, Lombard stopped for a moment and looked out at the sea with the sun glowing down on it...
"So," He said suddenly, "What now?"
"What do you mean..?" Asked Vera.
"What I mean is once were rescued," Clarified Lombard, "I mean, as long as we both stick together and avoid Armstrong, I don't see why we shouldn't be rescued. What do you plan to do after this?"
Vera giggled a little.
"I would first of all like to have a bath..."
"I'm wondering if we'd ever see each other again," Suggested Lombard.
"Perhaps we might..."
"Well, here I'm asking as a friend mind you," Lombard said with a grin , "You didn't drown that little boy did you?"
Vera stepped back.
"I didn't! I didn't! You have no right to say that!"
Philip laughed with ease.
"Oh yes, yes you did my good girl!" He chuckled, "I can't imagine why though...must have been a man involved I assume?"
"Yes..there was a man in it..." Vera replied in a dulled voice.
"Thanks," Said Lombard, "That's what I wanted to know."
Vera turned away from him and looked out at the waves drearily. The was an object. A coloured object floating in the waves back to shore...
"What's that there!?" She called out, "Right there! By the rocks!"
Philip Lombard turned around to see what she was talking about...
"I don't know," He replied, "It's looks as though it's wearing clothes...a bather perhaps?"
Vera kept her eyes focused on the object.
"We better go look."
Cluedo:
Carefully, both Vera and Philip climbed over the veranda balustrade and onto the rocky terrain below. Then they slowly made their way down the side of the island down to where the beach was.
"It is clothes!" Vera remarked as they made their way down, "Look I can see slippers and a coat!"
"Wait," Said Lombard, "It looks more like a dressing robe to me."
"Hold on!" Cried Vera, "It's not clothes...it's a man!"
They watched as the man got wedged up along the rocks and the beach due to the tide moving in.
Finally they both made it down to the beach where the reached the body that had been coughed up from the sea...
It had a face...a hideous, purple, drowned face.
"My God," Whispered Lombard, "It's Armstrong!"
Cluedo:
Aeons passed...world spanned and whirled....Time was motionless....It stood still...It passed through thousands of ages....
No. It was only a minute or so.
Two people were standing...looking down at the dead man.
Slowly...very slowly, Philip Lombard and Vera Claythorne lifted their heads and looked into each other's eyes.
Lombard laughed.
"So is that it then, is it, Vera?"
"There is no one on the island," Coldly stated Vera, "No one except the two of us."
"Precisely," Whispered Lombard, "So you know what this means then...don't you."
"How did you do it?" Vera asked, "That trick with the teddy bear?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"A very old parlor trick my dear, a very good one at that."
Their eyes met again.
"Why didn't I see his face properly before?" Vera thought, "A wolf...that's what it is...a wolf's face. Those horrible teeth..."
Lombard's voice became a snarl...deep and menacing.
"This is the end you understand...we come to the truth now. And it's the end..."
"I understand," Vera whispered.
She stared back out to sea again. General MacArthur stared out to sea before. When? Yesterday? Or is it the day before. She could almost feel him close by...
"This is the end," He'd said.
He said it with acceptance...almost with welcome.
But to Vera, it should not be the end...it will not be the end.
She looked down at the body again.
"Poor Dr. Armstrong," She whispered.
"What's this?" Sneered Lombard, "Womanly pity?"
"Why not? Haven't you any pity?"
"I've no pity for you, you..little conniving bitch. And don't you expect it."
Vera almost ignored him. She was concentrating on the figure that once was the living physician; Dr. Edward Armstrong.
"We must move him. Carry him up to the house..."
"To join the other victims?" Laughed Lombard, "All neat and tidy in his bed? As far as I'm concerned, he can stay where he is."
"At any rate, let's get him out of reach of the sea..."
"As you like," Replied Lombard with a hint of sarcasm.
They both bent down as they dragged the body out of the lapping water and high up on the sand. He was heavier than they thought; the water had added to the extra weight. Vera had to press hard against Lombard's body to give him assistance.
"Not such an easy job..." Panted Lombard.
Finally they were able to get the body clear of the water mark.
"Satisfied?" Lombard panted as he faced away from her, catching his breath.
"Quite.." Vera replied.
Her tone warned him...
...even as he clamped his pocket, he knew he would find it empty.
Lombard quickly spun around and saw her face to face. Danger was in her eyes, and the revolver was in her hand....
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