DISCLAIMER: I do not own Clue, the characters or the boardgame 'Cluedo'. Those are copyright of Paramount Pictures and Parker and Waddingtons Games. The only characters I own are Catherine, Dana and Mary, and their relations to the other characters.

This story is dedicated to my fellow Clue the Movie fans (you know who you are) and anyone who wondered what happened next.

CLUE THE SEQUEL: Catherine's Turn

BY Galindagirl13

The Wadsworths were a decidedly unusual family. Catherine 'Cathy' Jane Wadsworth had an English father and an American mother. They lived in a huge old house namely Hill House which had fallen into disrepair over the past twelve years since Wadsworth himself had had to pay out a lot of money and now the three people were surviving on barely 200 dollars a month. Cathy wasn't as well off as the family she had often heard her parents talk about, The Plums, which she thought sounded rather amusing, but they were due to arrive for a dinner party and everything had to be perfect for them.

The doorbell rang. Wadsworth, Cathy's father marched across the hall in his butler manner and opened the door.

"Ah, yes, do come in, Mr and Mrs Plum. It is a pleasure to have you here at Hill House."

The former Miss Scarlet, now Mrs Plum took off her coat revealing a sparkling silk dress and diamonds at her throat.

"Miss Scarlet, what a pleasure it is to see you again." Wadsworth told her, as he placed their coats into the cloakroom.

"Dana, come inside!" Called Philip Plum to his daughter. A pretty, vivacious twelve year old walked into the house. Unlike her mother, she wasn't wearing a coat, but she didn't need to. Her pretty red dress complimented her thoroughly. She tossed her auburn curls back and smiled innocently at her father.

"Dana, meet…"

"My daughter, Catherine." Explained Wadsworth, beckoning a waif-like girl dressed in a simple black dress and white apron forward. She had chestnut coloured hair cut harshly in a bob and rather large greenish brown eyes that seemed to give her a permanent surprised look. Dana immediately saw the resemblance of Catherine in Wadsworth.

The two girls surveyed each other for a moment and then Katherine held her hand out.

"Hello, my name is Cathy."

"Hi, I'm Dana."

"Well, I can see that we're not needed. Would you care to come this way, Mr and Mrs Plum?" Wadsworth led the two people to a bench next to the dining room whilst he finished polishing the silver.

"Er…welcome to Hill House." Cathy added quickly, sensing a rather tense silence.

"Thanks. Oh, these are my folks. Joanna and Philip Plum. My mommy's a housewife and Daddy's president of U.N.O W.H.O."

"Oh." Replied Cathy, completely in awe of the visitor, "My father's a…butler…well, he used to be. He doesn't really have a job now."

"I love your accent. What is it? It sounds like the accents in those old films."

"English." Replied Cathy, "but of course, Mother's American so sometimes it slips in, much to Father's annoyance. I do love your dress. It's so pretty."

"Mommy's got one just like it. Daddy bought it for me in New York. Have you ever been to New York?"

"No." Cathy muttered sadly, "shall I show you the house?"

"Go right ahead."

"Not yet, Catherine." Interrupted Wadsworth, "you have to help your mother and I at the table."

"Yes, Father." Cathy answered obediently. She hated being addressed as Catherine, it seemed cold and formal, but Cathy sounded much more relaxed.

"Do you do everything your parents tell you to do?" Dana asked.

"I suppose so. My father gets rather cross. You know, being English and all…"

Wadsworth sounded the gong.

"Dinner is served." He announced proudly, leading his guests through to the dining room.

"Gosh, this room brings back so many memories…" Exclaimed Miss Scarlet.

"Yeah, do you remember old Peacock and that pointless rabble about meeting us for the first time…?" Scoffed Philip Plum, amusedly.

Miss Scarlet laughed.

"Yeah, that was funny. But we were all really nervous that night, what with Mr Boddy and everything…"

"It is splendid to have you here as our guests, I would like to propose a toast to Philip and Joanna Plum. May they share many happy years together."

Everyone raised their glasses to the couple and Dana, who sat next to them smiled smugly.

"Who is Mr Boddy?" Hissed Cathy to Dana as she placed a plate in front of her. Dana shrugged.

"Catherine, no whispering at the table. Remember what I have taught you. The butler serves without conversation or comment, as do the maids and hand servants." Wadsworth reprimanded her.

Dana sniggered at this and her mother shot her a glare. Mrs White took her seat opposite Miss Scarlet and began to eat her soup. She had learnt not to slurp the dish now, and had acquired better table manners.

"So how is your work, Mr Plum?" She asked.

"Honestly, Mrs White, you don't have to refer to me as Mr Plum. Philip will do just fine."

"Ok, then. How is your work…Philip?"

"Just fine, thank you."

"Your daughter is a beauty. I remember the first time I met you," She added to Miss Scarlet, "she is the image of you."

"Why, thanks." Replied Miss Scarlet, "So what do we call you and Wadsworth?" She paused. "Of course, we never revealed our names." Miss Scarlet realised, "well, I'm Joanna, but I don't mind if you still want to call me Scarlet."

"In that case, I am Charlotte, and of course, this is Wadsworth."

"You're not going to reveal your name, Mister?" Questioned Dana.

"I don't see that there would be any reason to." Replied Wadsworth, in his calm butler manner, "I dispensed with using my forename many years ago."

"Isn't that a bit strange, though?" Murmured Dana, and her mother gave her a sharp tap on the arm.

"Sorry about that, Wadsworth, our daughter is not very aware of your honorary profession." Explained Philip Plum, crossly.

"Not at all. I'm pleased that we could invite you here as our guests…oh, for heaven's sake, Katherine! Watch what you're doing." Cathy, who had been listening eagerly to the conversation, had allowed a bowl of soup to tilt and stain the pristine white tablecloth. Wadsworth rushed to remove the stain and quickly ushered Cathy to the serving hatch where she picked up a tray.

"I am so sorry, Professor, sir." He apologised profusely, dabbing at the stain.

"Leave it, Wadsworth." Charlotte instructed firmly, and Wadsworth, looking slightly annoyed, tidied his uniform and went to the serving hatch where he arranged the four dishes of hot steaming meat pie onto the tray and with a scathing glance at his daughter, presented the guests and his wife with next course in perfect calibre.

Dana took one bite of her pie and screwed up her face.

"What's the matter, Dana?" Asked Joanna Scarlet.

"What's wrong with it?" Asked Cathy crossly. She was becoming tired of Dana's apparent snobbish attitude. Wadsworth marched over to his daughter seized her by arm and took her into the kitchen.

"Don't you ever let me hear you address a guest in that manner again! You should say 'the dish is not to your taste?' if you must comment at all, otherwise you must remain silent." Wadsworth scolded crossly.

"It makes a boring dinner party, then, doesn't it, Father?"

Wadsworth's face contorted with anger.

"I am trying to make you the best that you can be, and this is how I am repaid! I am training you so that you will be ready, when the time comes, to go into employment, and you will get the best positions in grand households, instead of waiting as I had to, to reach your peak. You will be ready."

"But Father, you don't understand…" Retorted Cathy, "I don't…"

"Not another word on the subject, Catherine. You will be extremely grateful one day." He paused and brushed off her shoulders, "now, go back into the dining room, and behave as I have taught you to." Cathy reluctantly made her way back into the dining room and stood against the wall in almost a copy of her father's posture.

"How is your meal, Miss Dana?" She asked Dana.

"It is delicious. I am sorry I rejected it."

"Cathy, there is no reason to address my daughter as 'Miss'. She is rather self-centred enough without adding to it." Commented Joanna Scarlet.

"Thank you, Miss Scarlet."

"No, you may call me Joanna."

"Very well then, Joanna."

"That's better."

The guests finished the second course in silence and whilst Cathy helped her father prepare the desserts in the kitchen, the adults had some time to talk.

"I must apologise for Cathy." Charlotte explained sadly, "Wadsworth is training her to be a head housemaid."

"I thought so. Charlotte, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but she doesn't seem very happy."

"She's always been a quiet girl. Even as a baby she didn't speak much. You know how babies normally chatter? Well, she didn't. Wadsworth tried to get her talking properly but she wouldn't, she just doesn't seem to like it much."

"She's like a copy of her father." Agreed Joanna, "so prim and proper. I remember the first time I saw Wadsworth. Philip and I were standing outside in the rain, and he opened the door and said 'Professor Plum and Miss Scarlet? I didn't realise you were acquainted.' So, how long after that did you two finally decide to get married?"

"Well, it was the following Fall. Of course, after all that happened, he was a little anxious, but we soon worked it out and then when Cathy was born, we just knew that we'd made the right decision. She's not very talkative, as I said, but she's very sincere and has an amazing memory, like her father."

"Catherine! How many more times? You do not put the jelly on top of the cream. The cream comes afterward!" They heard Wadsworth scold.

"Oh, and of course, Wadsworth refuses to address Cathy as Cathy. It must be an English thing. I just go along with it."

"Catherine! I will not have that language used in my presence. Go up to your bedroom now and wash your mouth out with soap, young lady!"

Cathy sauntered out of the kitchen and through the archway up the stairs. Dana, deciding that she couldn't bear to listen to any more 'grown up talk' followed her.

Cathy slammed her bedroom door and threw herself on her bed. She doubted that Dana would have such a plain room. Hearing a knock at the door and thinking it was her father come to scold her, Cathy threw her old doll at it.

"Cathy, it's me, Dana. Can I come in?"

Cathy hastily rubbed her eyes and went to the door.

"Yes, you can come in."

Dana opened the door into the dark and dingy room which belonged to Cathy. It was nothing compared to her own red splendour but obviously Cathy wasn't as well off as she was.

"This is your room?" She asked in her snobbish tone.

"Yes." Replied Cathy sadly.

"Where's your radio? Your posters?" Dana asked taking in the faded pink wallpaper and once crimson carpet frayed at the edges with dusty old furniture crammed in.

Cathy quickly hurried to her desk, attempting to hide an old gramophone.

Dana gave her a soft shove and gave a harsh laugh when she saw the old music player.

"That's your radio? Huh?"

Cathy nodded.

"It's a bit primitive, isn't it?"

"It's all we've got." Replied Cathy.

"I take it your Daddy doesn't earn much?"

"No, it's not a popular job now."

"Obviously." Agreed Dana, picking the doll Cathy had thrown at the door up off the floor. It was a cheap rag doll wearing a maid's outfit.

"Is your Daddy kind of controlling?"

"Yes." Sighed Cathy, "I don't want to be a head housemaid in some crummy house. I want to be…I want to be…"

"Yeah?" Dana asked eagerly.

"I want to be…a teacher."

"A Teacher?"

"Yes. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing…it's just…all the stuff you could do…and you want to be some boring teacher."

"I haven't got a hope anyway. I can't…"

"You can't what, huh?"

"I can't…I can't…write." Cathy stammered, hoping that Dana wouldn't laugh. Instead, Dana sat down next to her on the bed and put her arm around her.

"You never learnt to write?"

"No, Father doesn't see it as important for the occupation I have to follow." She spat bitterly, "I keep asking him, but he always says that he's too busy."

Dana patted the girl's hand encouragingly.

"Can't you talk to him? Is he really that hard to get along with?"

"Yes, he is. He's a controlling freak."

"I thought my parents were bad, but your Daddy is something else. Your Mommy says it's because he's English."

Cathy laughed.

"That's funny. I wish I didn't have this ridiculous accent, but Father says all butlers and housemaids have what they call…eloquent English accents."

"Ah. But your Mommy's American…"

"My father taught me to talk."

"Oh, right. Can't you tell your Mommy that you don't want to be a butler or whatever?"

Cathy laughed again.

"Firstly, let me get this straight for you. Butlers are the male heads of the servants; housemaids are the female heads of the servants, either that or the housekeeper."

"I get it now." Dana exclaimed. "You know, your room's not so bad."

"Thanks. Tell me all about your home. What's it like?"

"It's all modern and gold and red. Mommy loves red. My bed is a four poster, and it has a carved heart headboard and there's a beautiful dressing table edged in gold with a crimson plush velvet seat. My bathroom is also red and gold."

"You have your own bathroom? With hot and cold water?"

"Yes, of course." Dana paused, "Why? Don't you have your own bathroom with hot and cold water?"

"Well," Began Cathy, "we're meant to have proper hot and cold water, but according to Mother, Father damaged it fourteen years ago when he mistook the handle for the shower for a door, and at the time, the electricity had blown, so the whole system was corrupted."

"For someone who can't write, you sure know some fancy words."

"Oh, thank you." Cathy opened her bedside drawer and pulled out a book, dropping a sheet of paper on the floor. Dana picked it up.

"Does all your furniture come from the house or did you buy it?"

"It used to be Mother and Father's but they recently found some of the old pieces in the attic so they have dusted them down and given the old furniture to me. What is that?" She asked Cathy, pointing at the sheet of paper. Dana cleared her throat.

"It will be to your advantage to be present on this date for a Mr Boddy will bring to an end a long standing and painful financial agreement. Signed: A Friend. What does it mean, Cathy?"

"It means…that something happened here on that date. I'm sure I've heard that name before. Boddy. Mr Boddy…" she trailed off, thinking hard. "Of course! Father worked for a Mr Boddy."

"Your daddy worked for this 'Mr Boddy'?"

"Yes. I'm sure there are others of these. Father keeps all his letters and documents locked away in the library."

"So how do we get in there?"

"We don't." Replied Cathy. "My father will kill me if he catches me anywhere near his desk."

"He doesn't have to know. Let me see where they are. They definitely aren't in the dining room anymore."

Dana sneaked along the landing and peered over the banisters. The study door was closed and the dining room was deserted.

"They're in the study." She told Cathy.

"Very well. I do warn you though, it is very cramped in the library."

The two girls tiptoed downstairs to the library, and Cathy, using the key she had taken from her father's coat, unlocked the door and they slipped inside. Dana was amazed by the bookcases crammed with books and the large desk framing the centre of the room.

"Right, we must be very quiet." Cathy warned, "Check inside the drawers. Father keeps his letters in one drawer, documents in the other, his calendar in the top drawer with his diary etc and the blank paper is hidden underneath here." She patted the surface of the desk.

After a few minutes of turning out drawers, the two girls gave up. Then Cathy had a brainwave. She had noticed before that on the side of the portrait over the mantel, the frame was edged with two hinge-like additions. Carefully she climbed onto a chair and tapped the portrait lightly. It opened and she pulled out a box. She handed it to Dana excitedly, and after making sure that everything had been left as they had found it, the two girls raced back upstairs to Cathy's room where they opened the box, and placed a chair in front of the door so that no one could get in.

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