Someone requested that I list who's who in the story before I begin a new chapter, so:
Professor Plum=Professor Layton
Mr. Green=Luke
Colonel Mustard=Clamp Groskey
Mrs. White=Emmy
Mrs. Peacock=Flora
Ms. Scarlet=Hannah (for those who don't know, she's the one in the prequel trilogy who is obsessed with Groskey. She's the president and sole member of the Groskettes)
"Justice my foot!" Colonel Mustard exclaimed angrily. The others gave him a strange look.
"'Justice my foot?'" Mrs. White asked Professor Plum in a whisper.
"I wouldn't put it beyond Groskey to say something like that." Professor Plum whispered back.
"What do you think Hannah would say about that statement, Professor?" She giggled at her own question.
"If she were here, she would probably fawn over the statement." Was her answer; an answer which she took with even more giggles.
"That's true! … Do you think he knows who we are?"
"I don't know, Mrs. Sycamore. But I wouldn't put it beyond Groskey to know such a thing."
"Who do you think the other three are?"
"I don't rightly know. Mr. Green seems to be thinking hard about his next move in a… familiar way. Mrs. Peacock's voice and demeanor seem familiar. But I can't quite pin-point who I think is who."
"How about Scarlet?"
"Her voice is new, her demeanor is new. I don't think I've ever seen her before in my life."
Meanwhile, Mr. Green and Mrs. Peacock were talking in their own whispers.
"What brings you to this place?" Mr. Green asked.
"The same thing that brings you here." She answered softly.
"You know what I mean." She would have seen a sly smile on his face if she could see behind his mask.
"I don't know who Mr. Body is-was-either. So I honestly wouldn't know."
"Hm. I know I've seen him before. Then again, he did say in his invitation that we're all somehow related to him. That voice of his makes me think of childhood, somehow." He tried to think back on that voice Body had in an attempt to remember where he'd heard it. But all he could see-or hear-was the playing of a piano. His old mentor and father figure, Professor Layton's, hand went flying across the keys. But it didn't help at all.
"I saw him, actually. He let me see his face when we were alone. But I didn't know who he was."
"What did he look like?"
Mrs. Peacock shrugged. "I don't think I can really describe him… He had an average shaped face and a dashing smile, but that's all I can really describe…"
"I see…"
Ms. Scarlet walked over to Colonel Mustard as the conversation of green and blue went on.
"You have a hypothesis, Colonel?"
"I already know who did it, where, and with what. I don't need to hypothesize."
"That statement gives me reason to believe that you're the killer yourself."
"So be it. I know the truth, but I won't give it away until someone else gets it."
Ms. Scarlet leaned in so that her mouth was right next to his ear.
"I know who you are." She whispered so lightly in his ear that even he could hardly hear it himself. "Your passion for justice never ceased to amaze me."
Meanwhile, Professor Plum smiled as he thought of something.
"I have a hypothesis. To the kitchen, everyone; if you please." Everyone headed over to the kitchen. "I believe that it may have been…" He pointed at Ms. Scarlet. "Ms. Scarlet in the kitchen with a lead pipe!" Mrs. White went over to him and whispered in his ear. "Very well."