Disclaimer: Man, do I wish I owned Harry Potter. Sadly, along with ice sculptures, pterodactyls, and Leonardo DiCaprio, I do not.
Author's Note: I thought I'd have two more chapters, but this is the last one. It's crazy, I know. As far as the policeman goes, most of you were right- it is Bill Weasley. Way to go!
VI.
In Which Wadsworth Reveals Everything
The four groups split up, Colonel Mustard and Mr. White retreating frightfully down to the cellar, Miss Wadsworth and Mr. Peacock making their way warily up the stairs to the second floor and Miss Green and Viktor climbing disappointedly to the attic. Mr. Scarlet and Professor Plum remained on the ground floor, staring fixedly at the library door, contemplating the activities the police officer was entertaining himself with.
"What do you say we check out the kitchen?" Mr. Scarlet turned finally to the professor.
"Sure," she said, turning and slumping across the hall to kitchen.
They both entered and Professor Plum turned to one side of the island, Mr. Scarlet the other. She inspected the knife drawers thinking of all the murderous ways they could be used and cringing inwardly. Mr. Scarlet spun around, shifting his eyes at the cupboards in front of him as if the murderer was just behind any one of those doors. He chose one randomly and flung it open with a loud cry of triumph before nearly losing consciousness by a plummeting ironing board falling from the cabinet.
"What was that?" Professor Plum's head shot up from where she had been looking in the drawers at floor level.
Mr. Scarlet staggered slightly before grabbing his balance at the cabinets.
She shrugged and ducked back down to her drawers. Mr. Scarlet made his way across the wall until getting to the refrigerator that had just hosted the poor little house elf. He shuttered at the thought and opened it, feeling around for anything suspicious. As he stuck his hand back into the wall, he felt a small handle, and, upon turning it, the back of the refrigerator swung open, revealing a long, narrow corridor.
"Look!" he squealed and jumped back from the door, looking at Professor Plum, who was running across the room to him. "I can't believe it, I wonder where this one goes."
"Well," she said, "let's find out."
They both slowly entered through the cold refrigerator and into the dark passageway.
Finding themselves back in the study facing two dead bodies, entering through a large portrait on the walls, was very disappointing. They turned to each other and shrugged, a look of boredom passing their faces.
"Let's try the ballroom," Mr. Scarlet suggested, taking the professor's hand and pulling her behind him limply.
After much pleading and groveling on the Bulgarian's part, Miss Green finally allowed him to join her in the attic. They entered into the small room and made their way through the endless amounts of junk, poring over chests and boxes and furniture swathed with dust-encrusted cloths. Viktor eventually came to a door on the opposite end of the room and looked at it shiftily before flinging it open defensively.
It was at that moment that the electricity went out.
The house was draped in an eerie disillusion. When one member of the party could sense another's presence it moved away warily only to find themselves backed against a coat-rack that they mistook as the terrorist in a piercing scream. It was a time of complete unrest. Professor Plum tried haplessly to light a match; Mr. White suddenly couldn't get himself out of a tangle of spider webs; Wadsworth felt a door handle, entered, felt a second door handle and was immediately pelted with water from the shower; and Mr. Scarlet had simply curled into a fetal-type ball beneath the piano in the ball room, trying to get a wink of shut-eye. However, no matter what the condition of the particular guest, none could be naïve to boyish voice sing dimly, "I am your singing telegram!" or the screams ensuing after the gunshot and slammed door.
Wadsworth found her way to the staircase, which she carefully made her way down, her shoes sloshing uncomfortably with water. She opened the door to the cellar, where she threw the power switch, blinding everyone with the sudden and unexpected light.
Faces met her from all corners. Members of the group came from upstairs, others from various rooms on the ground floor and so forth.
They silently made their way to the library door, which had mysteriously been opened to see the police officer sprawled on the ground, his head smashed in by a lead pipe that lay several feet away. No one responded. They turned and went to the billiard room next door and peeked their heads in to find a strangled Viktor lying in what looked like a comfortable position on the pool table, the white rope stiff around his chafed throat.
Professor Plum approached the body and reached out to feel the rope. "Neither of them shot," she mused quietly to herself, but with the attention of the group, "I thought I heard a gun."
"So did I," cried Mr. Peacock, the others following him with similar expressions.
"I thought I heard the front door slam," Colonel Mustard said, already making to run and investigate.
"Oh God. The murderer must have run out," Mr. White said, joining her to the door, the rest following closely.
They opened the door to see a small blonde boy lying dead on the front steps, blood reddening his white shirt.
"Three murders," Wadsworth said.
"Six altogether," Colonel Mustard calculated quietly.
"This is getting serious," Wadsworth said, turning to her guests. They nodded in agreement. Wadsworth made her way back down the hall, stopping at the place the chandelier had fallen earlier.
"No gun," she whispered to herself, "Viktor dropped it here." The others listened carefully to what she had to say, "Very well, I know who did it."
"You do?" they all gasped.
"Yes," she nodded, ringing her wet hair slightly, "and furthermore I'm going to tell you how it was all done." She took a slight breath and straightened herself, "Follow me."
They followed deftly, fascinated by her certainty.
"In order to help you understand what happened, I'm going to take you through the events of the evening step by step." She made her way to the library and situated herself by the drinks. "At the start of the evening, Viktor was here, by himself, waiting to pour you all a drink. I was in the hall," she said as she made her way to the hall, "I know because I was there..."
They exchanged concerned looks.
"Then I hurried across to the kitchen," she did so, the others following. "The house-elf was in here, sharpening knives, preparing for dinner and then..." she ran out to the hall again, "the door bell rang." She pointed at Colonel Mustard, "It was you."
"Yes."
"I asked you for your coat and I recognized you as Colonel Mustard and I prevented you from telling me your real name because I didn't want any of you to use any name other than your pseudonym and I introduced myself to you as the butler and I ran across the hall to the library." They all displayed mere expressions of shock at the horribly exhausted statement their butler had sputtered in one hasty breath.
"And then Viktor met you and smiled and poured you a drink," she grinned excitedly and pantomimed a pouring motion. "Then the doorbell rang and it was Mr. White, looking pale and tragic, and I took his coat and we were off!" She again returned to the library to meet her audience to which she spoke hushed and feverishly her next words, "I introduced Mr. White to Colonel Mustard- 'Hello,' 'Hello'- and then there was a rumble of thunder and a crash of lightning. And to make a long story short..."
"Too late."
"One by one you all arrived."
She flew across the hall to stand in front of the kitchen where a large gong stood, "And then the gong was struck by the cook!" she hit the gong, a crash ringing throughout the house while she continued her commentary unphased. "Then we went into the dining room.
"And Mr. Peacock sat here, and Professor Plum sat here, and Mr. White, Miss Green, Mr. Scarlet, and Colonel Mustard. This seat was vacant." She paused for a moment, distracted by the sea of distressed faces but soon continued, "Anyway, we all revealed we'd all received a letter- and you'd had a letter and you'd had a letter and you'd..."
"Get on with it!"
"I'm getting there, I'm getting there. The point is, blackmail!"
Colonel Mustard shifted her weight on her hip and said, annoyed, "But all this came out after dinner in the study!"
"You're right."
She flew past the crowd and down the hall to the study, pulling Colonel Mustard by the forearm.
"Mrs. Body went to get her surprise packages from the hall, you all opened your presents, and..."
She switched out the light and there was a thud and scream. Mr. Peacock turned the light switch on, revealing Wadsworth limp on the floor.
"No," Mustard gasped.
They all shuffled over to inspect her, Professor Plum leaning down and turning her over. There was a wide smile on the woman's face.
"Mrs. Body lay on the floor, apparently dead."
"She was dead, I examined her!" Mr. Scarlet cried.
"Then why was she bashed on the head a few minutes later with a candlestick if she was dead already?" she widened her eyes, daring Mr. Scarlet to come up with a response to that.
He wilted in intimidation.
"Alright, I made a mistake."
"Right," Miss Wadsworth continued, addressing her larger audience once again, "but if so, why was Mrs. Body pretending to be dead? It could only be that she realized her scheme had misfired and the shot had intended to kill her, not me." She ran to the fat body reclining on the sofa and tugged at her earlobe, "Look, the bullet grazed her ear."
"So," Professor Plum said from behind, "whoever grabbed the gun from me in the dark was trying to kill her!"
"But remember what happened next," she walked to the corner where a bottle of brandy sit and Mr. Peacock was leaning against the door, "Mr. Peacock took a drink, you said, 'Maybe it's poisoned!' he screamed..." She looked at Mr. Peacock in anticipation and, realizing that he was not going to play along, pinched him hard in the behind, to which he jumped and let out a shriek.
She nodded and pushed him into the couch as he kept screaming. She slapped him across the face and turned, "Miss Green said, 'I had to stop him screaming...' Then, more screaming: Viktor, the billiard room!"
She turned dramatically and ran past the others and down the hall. The rest slumped after her, their feet hurting as it was. They met her, standing against the pool table, a knowing gleam spread over her face.
"But one of us wasn't here," she said in a whisper.
"No?" they all voiced.
"No. Maybe one of us was murdering the house elf. Who wasn't here with us?"
They all shifted uncomfortably and glanced at each other suspiciously.
"Do you know?" Miss Green asked in a small whimper.
"I do!" She took off through the crowd of people, hurling the delicate Miss Green against the wall, as she continued her explanation, "While we stood here, trying to stop Viktor from panicking, one of could have stayed in the study, picked up the dagger, run down the hall and stabbed the cook."
By this time, she was in the kitchen with the knife plunged into a large piece of meat hanging in the refrigerator, smiling shiftily at the group.
"Oh," Mr. Peacock insisted, "how could he have risked it? We might have seen him running back."
"Not if he used this secret passage." She swung the door out of the back of the refrigerator, drawing excited gasps from the company, with the exception of Mr. Scarlet and Professor Plum who giggled at each other. "The murderer could have run back down the secret passage to the study."
"Is that where it comes out?" Mr. White called after her.
"Yes, look!" she made it to the study and slid the portrait from its correct spot.
"But," Mr. Scarlet said disappointedly, "how did you know?"
"This house belongs to a friend of mine," she smiled, "I've known all along."
Colonel Mustard gasped and clutched her chest, "Then you could be the murderer."
"Don't be ridiculous. If I was the murderer, why would I reveal to you how I did it?"
This left them positively speechless, all but Mr. Peacock who couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut.
"Well, who else knew about it?"
"We found it," Mr. Scarlet said, shaking Professor Plum's shoulder, "Professor Plum and me."
"You found it," she said taking a step back, "you could have known about it all the time."
"But I didn't."
"Well why should we believe you?" dared Mr. Peacock, sticking his face between theirs.
"Because he was with us all in the study when Viktor was screaming, don't you remember?" Wadsworth pointed out.
"What I want to know is why was the house elf murdered?" Mr. Peacock spat, still between Mr. Scarlet and Professor Plum, "She had nothing to do with Mr. Body."
"Of course she did," Wadsworth leaned against the wall, flicking her hand in annoyance, "I gathered you all together because you were all implicated in Mrs. Body's dastardly plan of blackmail. Did none of you deduce that the others were involved too?"
"What others?" Miss Green was heard faintly from the back.
"The house elf and Viktor."
"No." The house rang with the single word muttered so passionately by each occupant.
"That's how she got all her information. Before Mrs. Body could blackmail any of you she needed to discover your guilty secrets." She took a dramatic pause and a step forward, "The house elf and Viktor were her accomplices."
"I see," Colonel Mustard worded very carefully. "So, whoever knew that the house elf was involved..." she thought for a moment, praying that she had come up with the right conclusion, "killed her?"
"Yes," Wadsworth said, eyes wide due to being merely associated with such stupidity.
The colonel looked downright pleased with herself.
"I know," Wadsworth continued, "because I was Mrs. Body's butler, that the house elf worked for one of you..."
"Who?" they all voiced.
Wadsworth abruptly changed the subject and turned to Mr. Peacock, "You recognized Viktor, didn't you? Don't deny it."
"What do you mean, don't deny it? I'm not denying anything."
"Ha! Another denial."
"Alright, it's true," Mr. Peacock straightened himself considerably, "I knew Viktor. My wife had an affair with him but I didn't care. I wasn't jealous."
"But," Colonel Mustard said, bringing the subject of conversation back to where she thought it most important, "where and when was Mrs. Body killed?"
"Don't you see," Wadsworth said, taking her by the arm and tripping her to lay on the floor, "We came back to the study with Viktor and Mrs. Body was lying on the floor pretending to be dead but one of us noticed she was alive." She lifted the Colonel to her feet and threw her back into the wall where she slumped into a chair, shocked by the violent outburst.
"I explained that I was Mrs. Body's butler and I had invited you here," Wadsworth continued, "and we realized there was only one other person in the house."
"The cook!" they all declared, running out of the study before Wadsworth to the kitchen.
When they arrived, Colonel Mustard ran to the refrigerator, finger extended in triumph before realizing Wadsworth was no longer among them.
"Well where is she?" she asked, dumbfounded before the refrigerator door creeped open, revealing the young black-haired butler standing limply, soon to fall into the colonel's arms.
Colonel Mustard tried for a moment to support the woman in her arms before realizing what Wadsworth was doing and dropping her carelessly on the ground.
"By now she was dead," Wadsworth said from the ground to the sea of faces above her. "We laid her down with our backs to the freezer and one of us slipped back through the same secret passage."
"Again?" Mr. White asked dully, his eyes drooping heavily.
"Of course," Wadsworth affirmed, more excitable than ever, "back to the study."
They all ran back to the study where Wadsworth stood at the portrait and continued. "The murderer was in the secret passage while Mrs. Body had been on the floor," she kicked Colonel Mustard to the floor once again. "She jumped up and the murderer came out of the secret panel, picked up the candlestick," by this time she had lifted the colonel to her feet and was slowly backing her out of the room, a wild expression on her face. "Mrs. Body left the study in a panic, looking for an escape when the murderer crept up behind her and killed her!" She thrust her fist into Colonel Mustard's back, sending to her knees again.
"Will you stop that!" she demanded, standing and rubbing her neck gingerly.
"No." Wadsworth took Colonel Mustard's arm and pulled her down the hall, "The murderer threw the body into the toilet," she tossed the delicate girl into the bathroom and slammed the door, looking at her watch, "and nonchalantly rejoined us in the kitchen with the cook's body. It took less than half a minute."
"So who wasn't with us the entire time in the kitchen?" asked Mr. Scarlet, leaning against a wall in the back.
"Whoever it was is the murderer." She ran to the front door, saying, "We then put the weapons in the cupboard and ran to the front door..." she gasped and opened the door, "the traveler!" Then turning to them with a guilty smile, she admitted, "I didn't throw the key away, I put it in my pocket and someone could have taken it out of my pocket and substituted another."
"We were all in a huddle," Professor Plum said, "Any one of us could have done that."
"Precisely. Let's look at the other murders."
"Yes, it was bad luck that the girl arrived at that moment."
"It wasn't luck," Wadsworth said plainly, "I invited her."
"You did?" Miss Green nearly shrieked.
"Of course, it's obvious. Everyone here tonight was either Mrs. Body's victim or accomplice. Everyone who has died gave him vital information about one of you. I got them here together so they'd give evidence against her and force her to confess."
"Yeah," Mr. Scarlet asked dangerously, "What about that traveler, what kind of information did she have?"
Mr. White stepped from the ranks and said slowly, "She was my assistant during the early years of the war."
"And what was she holding over you?"
"She discovered the links I held with the underground and threatened to expose my illegal transactions."
"Was the police man working for Mrs. Body too?" Mr. Peacock asked frenziedly.
"The cop was my boyfriend," Miss Green's French purr lulled from their midst before she stepped to the front, a glazed look over her eyes, "I suppose it was with him that I realized I could never be attracted to men. It was the reason we were separated."
"And the singing telegram boy?" Colonel Mustard asked.
"The boy was on my payroll," Mr. Scarlet said frankly, "I bribed him once a week to photograph for the newsletters. Mrs. Body found out somehow."
They all glanced at the ground and, opening the door, Wadsworth said in a lightened tone, "Let's put him in the study with the study with the others."
The men removed the small boy to the study, careful not to bump his head on the walls. When they had returned to the women, wiping their hands on their pants, they stood again before continuing the earlier conversation.
"Now you all know why they died," Wadsworth stated with apparent resolution in her voice, "Whoever killed Mrs. Body also wanted her accomplices dead."
"But how did the murderer know about them all?" Miss Green asked wearily. "I admit that I had guessed that my former flame had informed on me to Mrs. Body but I didn't about any of you until this evening."
"First," Wadsworth said, content to continue, "the murderer needed to get the weapons. Easy, he stole the key from my pocket." She turned to the lanky girl in the corner fiercely, "Then we all followed Colonel Mustard's suggestion to split up and search the house."
"That's right!" Mr. Peacock stammered, stepping forward, "It was Colonel Mustard's suggestion."
"And one of us got away from his or her partner. On the desk," she ran to the study and leaned against the desk, more energized than ever, "was an envelope from Mrs. Body containing photographs and information on her network of informants."
"Where's the envelope now?" Mr. White asked, the first to arrive behind her.
"Gone," Wadsworth said as the rest of the company joined them, "Destroyed; perhaps in the fire... the only possible place." Wadsworth ran to the fireplace and stooped down, noticing some crumpled papers on the sides and exclaiming in a triumphant wonder before she stood up to meet them all once more at eye-level. "Then, having found out the whole story, the murderer went to the cupboard, unlocked it with the key, took out the wrench..."
"Then," Mr. Scarlet squealed, running out into the hall to the door of the lounge, "we found the secret passage from the conservatory to the lounge where we found the traveler dead!"
"That's right!" Wadsworth cried, "And we couldn't get in so Viktor ran to get the gun from the cupboard and shot the door open - BANG! – and then the doorbell rang."
At this moment the doorbell did ring, exhausting terrified gasps from the whole party.
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said horribly, "whoever it is, they've got to go away or they'll be killed!"
She ran to the door and flung it open, managing the most together look she could muster, only resulting in a more flustered image. It was an elderly woman with a small pamphlet in her hand. "Good evening," she said with a smile, "Have you ever given any thought to the kingdom of heaven?"
"What?" the Colonel gasped.
"Repent," the woman said nodding slowly, "the kingdom of heaven is at hand."
"You ain't just whistling Dixie," Mr. Scarlet's voice could he heard behind them.
"Armageddon is almost upon us."
"I got news for you," this time it was Professor Plum's voice, "it's already here."
"But your souls are in danger," the woman said with a violently compassionate look in her eyes.
"Our lives are in danger, you beatnik," the colonel said curtly before slamming the door on the old woman and leaning against it heavily, staring at the other members of her company.
"The cop arrived next," Wadsworth exclaimed, utterly unphased by the interruption, "We locked him in the library and forgot that the cupboard to the weapons was now unlocked. Then we split up again and the murderer switched out the lights."
She ran across the hall and with the final words switched off the lights from the hallway into the cellar. All six screamed.
"Sorry," she said, turning the lights on again, "didn't mean to frighten anyone."
"You're a bit late for that!" screamed Miss Green from across the room, clinging to Mr. Peacock.
"Then," she said quietly with a wild look in her eyes, "there were three more murders. Let's consider each murder one by one." She paced back down the length of the hall and spoke to Mr. Scarlet. "Mr. Scarlet, you knew that Mrs. Body was still alive. Even drag queens can tell whether a person is alive or dead. You fired the gun in the dark and missed. That's why you pretended she was dead, so you could kill her later unobserved."
"That's right!" Professor Plum pointed her finger from beside him, "he was the missing person in the kitchen after we found the house elf dead."
"But he was with us in the billiard room when we found Viktor screaming," Miss Green reasoned, "If that was when the house elf was killed then how did he do it?"
"I didn't," said Mr. Scarlet.
"You don't expect us to believe you, do you?" Professor Plum said shaking her head sadly at him.
"I expect you to believe it," Wadsworth said, rounding on her. "You killed the house elf."
"You killed a house elf?" Mr. Peacock said slowly, a numbing disbelief filling his pores.
"She used to be your house elf," Wadsworth continued, "and she informed on you to Mrs. Body. You made one fatal mistake." Wadsworth pulled a chair to the center of the room and sat very upright, imitating a spoon held midair, "Sitting at dinner, Professor Plum told us that we were eating one of her favorite dishes and monkey's brains, though popular in Cantonese cuisine are not often to be found in England."
"Is that what we ate?" Colonel Mustard asked, stepping toward the bathroom, gagging slightly.
They all stood dumbstruck, backing away from the professor slowly before Wadsworth called their attention elsewhere. "Mr. White," he put the chair back to its original standing place, "when we opened the door to the traveler, you took the key to the weapons cupboard out of my pocket. When we split up, you separated from Colonel Mustard and crossed the hall where you unlocked the cupboard and took out the wrench. You ran to the conservatory where you entered the lounge through the secret passage way and killed the traveler with a blow to the head like that!" she imitated the fall of a wrench, then turned, running to the stairs.
"You killed her?" Mr. Scarlet asked off-handedly.
He nodded guiltily.
"I was going to expose you," the colonel said, joining the triangle.
"Well, I chose to expose myself," Mr. White said, turning to her confidently.
"Please," Mr. Scarlet said, "there are ladies present." They all sighed in amusement until they realized Wadsworth making her way up the stairs.
"This is incredible," Miss Green whimpered under her breath.
"Not so incredible as what happened next." She made it to the top of the stairs and preached the following events to her crowd below. "When we split up again I went upstairs with you," she pointed accusingly to Mr. Peacock, "yes, you, Mr. Peacock! And, while I was in the master bedroom, you hurried downstairs, turned out the electricity, got the rope and strangled Viktor." She now slowly made her way down the stairs, saying each word slowly and carefully. "You were jealous your wife was sleeping with Viktor; that's why you killed her too."
By now, Wadsworth had made her way dramatically to the door of the billiard room, opening the door slowly to expose Viktor's dead body on the table.
"Yes," Mr. Peacock said quietly, "Yes, I did it; I killed Viktor." He slowly walked toward Wadsworth, "I hated him so much," he paused to formulate his thoughts and eventually brought his hands to the sides of his face in frustration, "It was like flames... flames on the side of my face. Breathing breath... heaving breath..."
Wadsworth flat out interrupted the confession that was going nowhere, "But while you were in the billiard room, Miss Green took her opportunity and, under cover of darkness, made her way down the stairs to the library where she hit the cop on the head with the lead pipe. True or false?"
Miss Green was standing with her jaw nearly on the ground in awe. "True," she managed, "who are you? Perry Mason?"
"So," Professor Plum said animatedly, "it must have been Colonel Mustard who shot the singing telegram boy."
"I didn't do it," the colonel gasped and backed away, tears nearly in her eyes.
"Well," Miss Green said matter-of-factly, "there's nobody else left."
"But I didn't do it," she shrieked. She stood for a moment, calculating her position. "The gun is missing," she finally said, "whoever's got the gun, shot the kid."
"I shot him," Wadsworth breathed menacingly as she pulled the gun from her pocket smoothly.
"You?" Miss Green gasped, backing away until the entire group was nearly up against the wall in a straight line together.
"You thought Mrs. Body was dead, but why?" Wadsworth asked in an icy voice, "none of you even met her until tonight."
They all stood for a moment, their thought processes working at identical speeds until they all simultaneously pointed toward her, their jaw dropping in shock.
"You're Mrs. Body," Colonel Mustard said slowly.
The woman before them grinned and chuckled softly.
"Wait a minute!" Mr. Scarlet cried, running to the doorway of the study, "Then who did I kill?"
"My butler," Wadsworth replied calmly.
"Oh shucks," he said and returned to the line.
"She was expendable," Wadsworth explained, "like all of you." She started pacing back and forth before them, her gun pointed toward them threateningly, "I'm grateful to you all for disposing of my network of spies and informers. You've saved me a lot of trouble. Now, there's no evidence against me." She smiled even wider.
"But the police will be here any minute," Colonel Mustard said, separating from the group as Wadsworth made her way to the front door. "You'll never get away with it, any of you."
"Why should the police come," Wadsworth asked, "No one's called them."
"You mean?" Mr. Peacock started, before realizing the answer to his own question, "Oh my God- of course."
"So why shouldn't we get away with it?" Wadsworth said, tossing each of them their coats as she spoke, "We'll stack the bodies in the cellar, lock it, leave quietly, one at a time, and pretend that none of it ever happened."
"And you'll just go on blackmailing us?" Colonel Mustard asked, gaining her confidence with each word.
"Of course," she sneered wickedly, "why not?"
"Well," Colonel Mustard said, reaching into her purse, "I'll tell you why not..." She pulled her own gun out and the two of them shot at the same moment. Wadsworth missed, the colonel didn't.
Cambri Wadsworth dropped the gun in surprise and clutched her stomach, staggering slightly before murmuring, "Good shot, Mustard." She slumped to her knees and gasped, "Very good," before falling forward on to her face, dead.
The remaining guests made a steady semi-circle around the now unfamiliar girl. "Who are you?" Mr. White asked.
"I'm Colonel Mustard, remember? A plant." she stepped forward to the front door. "That phone call from the minister was for me. I told you I didn't do it." With that, she flung open the door, revealing a squad of wizards, wand in hand, who ran in to circle the group of people.
"Alright," an elderly woman approached the colonel, a pamphlet and gun in hand, "who dunnit?"
The five guests erupted into accusations, all lost among the others.
"They all done it!" Colonel Mustard exclaimed, silencing the others. "But if you want to know who killed Mrs. Body, Colonel Mustard did, in the hall, with the revolver. Okay, Chief, take them away."
Colonel Mustard turned and abruptly walked through the doors, off the grounds and home. The only person to safely escape Hill House that night.
The End.
End Note: I hope you all found that to be a satisfactory ending. I enjoyed it, however it was incredibly difficult to manipulate it toward my own results. I hope fans of the movie were okay with the changes I made. Now that this one's done, I guess you'll have to go read my other stories. Hehe...