Once again, I do not own Clue/Cluedo.

The study door swung open and Mr. Boddy and Sergeant Grey entered. It was a rather small room with only two armchairs, a small fireplace, one or two bookcases and a desk with many drawers. Boddy immediately took his seat behind the desk, and Grey, slow and confused, sat infront of him.

The Sergeant coughed. "So, what is all this about, Mr. Boddy?"

Mr. Boddy chuckled once more. He looked very pleased with himself, his shiny face was quite attractive. He pulled open one of the drawers in his desk. Dramatically, he pulled out a long, thin silver string of bright red jewels. Grey gasped. They were absolutely beautiful. Oh, how they shone! Oh, how they glistened! They twinkled like rare stars. Crisp and crystal clear, they hung defiantly on the string. It suddenly dawned on Sergeant Grey that a person could kill for these jewels.

"These!" Boddy introduced.

Sergeant Grey's expression said it for him; his mouth as much agape as possible, his eyes almost popping out of his face. "It's-it's-they're beautiful!"

"Yes," Boddy said. "I know. Which is why they need protecting."

The Sergeant swallowed. "Oh, that's what you want me to protect?"

Mr. Boddy nodded his head. "Yup. I found them the other day whilst I was clearing out some junk in the attic."

"You...were in a dusty old attic?"

"Yeah, it's kind of a fetish of mine. Finding weird and wonderful stuff."

The Sergeant nodded in comprehension.

"Anyway," continued Mr. Boddy. "I got in touch my stock broker and apparently this are worth millions!"

"What?! Millions?! Wow! That's-that's amazing!"

"Oh, yeah. I plan on auctioning them next week at the Majestic Ball. I wouldn't be surprised if they go for trillions."

"Yeah."

"Which is why, I want you to look after them until then."

"Oh, I don't know if I could, Xavier. I couldn't be relied to look after such a valuable sprite of jewels."

"Ah, but you can! I've seen you in action. Remember last week, when you caught those two kids taking off with them sweets from the candy store? You grabbed 'em and they burst into tears. You can induce fear like nothing I've known before, man!"

Grey blushed at the compliment. Well, if it was a compliment. It was, wasn't it?

"You prove your point, but I'm still unsure."

'Ah, come on!"

"Oh," the pressured Sergeant thought for a moment. "Alright," he surrendered.

"Excellent," Mr. Boddy said, his sharp eyes twinkling with glee. "They're gonna need protecting. Especially when I announce their discovery to all my guests."

"Mr. Boddy, don't you think that drawing attention to them more than they should? I would strongly advise against it."

"Nonsense! I love to wind 'em all up! It gives me...satisfaction."

'Yeah, I bet it does, you sick weirdo', Sergeant Grey thought maliciously. Aloud, he said, "Okay..."

"I bet you think I'm awfully messed up, huh?"

"A little, yes," the Sergeant replied, honestly.

"Hey pal, I don't blame ya. The point is that these 'friends' of mine are the most selfish, prudent little snobs you could ever meet! They all deserve a bit of a mess-up. I just seeing their faces. Ha! They're all idiots and they don't even know it."

A knock at the study door diverted their attention.

Mr. Boddy called: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Xavier," said a woman's voice in a thick Russian accent.

"Oh, Rhoda. Hang on a minute."

Sergeant Grey stood up. "Well, it seems as though you're urgently wanted."

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Listen, stick around, Sergeant. Mingle around. It's going to be another hour before I make my shocking announcement.

"Okay."

The Sergeant headed for the door, pulled it open and his eyes met a plump woman in a pink get-up. "Pardon me, Madame," he said awkwardly as he squeezed past her.

Madame Rose entered, his bangles and jewellery clattering excitedly. She shut the door with a mild tap and approached her friend.

"Xavier! I do not think that you should reveal your discovery!"

Madame Rose was perfectly aware of Mr. Boddy's discover of the priceless jewels. She was, perhaps, his closest friend out of all of his associates. He had told her yesterday.

"Oh, Rhoda, please don't tell me what to do, alright? Everything'll be fine. Believe me."

"No," said Rose as she took a seat. "I can't let you endanger yourself. I was in the ballroom meditating just now and I had a vision that you were...dead! It was most horrible."

"Are you sure it just wasn't wishful thinking?" questioned Mr. Boddy bitterly.

"No, Xavier, I don't! Something strange is going to happen! You need to get rid of those jewels!"

Mr. Boddy tutted. "And how I am supposed to do that? The Majestic Ball Auction isn't until next week."

"Oh, throw them in the food blender for all I care, just get rid of them! They're bad news!"

"I think you're paranoid, Rhoda. Perhaps you've gotten a little obsessed over this new 'hobby' of your's. Why don't you go take a low down?"

"Don't say I didn't warn you, Xavier!" she exclaimed dramatically.

"Go up to your room Rhoda!"

"No!"

"Go up to your room!" he bellowed.

Madame Rose's headed backed away into her shoulders and the compounds of her shawls. "Fine," she behaved weakly. "I will do as you say, Xavier. I would do anything you say. You know that I love you with all my heart but you treat me like mutt dog. I understand. Who could love such a freak like me? Well, I'll go upstairs and get some rest for you Xavier. But don't come crying to me when disaster and destruction follow you everywhere you go--"

"Rhoda--"

"No! That is all I have to say."

With a turn of the heel, she swept out of the room quickly, her shawls scraping against the floor. She slammed the door shut with such force that the room shook slightly.

Mr. Boddy swallowed. He couldn't help feel that she was somehow right. He quickly shook his head and turned his attention to something else before it could get to him.

TO BE CONTINUED...