Chapter 9
POV Colonel Mustard
Whodunit?
White spoke at a very fast rate, one almost not comprehendible but Scarlet and Mustard listened to what they could.
"It was only six months ago that, Professor Plum and I had our first encounter. He had found out about . . . my affair with . . . Scarlet's fiancé. He threatened to tell and expose me. I had been paying him every month, until we received the invitation to come here to Boddy Mansion. He told me that, if, I was to help him . . . kill Mr. Boddy and steal his money, that he would forget the whole thing. Our plan was only to kill Boddy, I have no idea how his fiancée died, nor Peacock's poisoning, and neither the murder of the cook and Officer Barney."
Scarlet looked in disbelief at the woman, "You're lying, White. Who killed all of those people if neither you nor Plum did?"
White looked to the blood stained tile of the kitchen, "I'm not sure. But what I do know is that Plum attempted to kill Mr. Boddy, that's it."
Colonel Mustard began to pace. "This is all rather confusing, very confusing."
Just then Mr. Green was found leaning against the door frame. In a very nonchalant tone he said these chilling words, "Maybe, I can help clear things up." There was an object in his hand that was reflecting the light from the fixture above them, a weapon of some sort. Scarlet, Mustard, and White all turned their heads his way as Scarlet spoke, "Pardon, Mr. Green?"
He smiled devilishly at them, "No need to be surprised, Scarlet. First let me set your hearts at ease, if you're worried about Boddy or Peacock . . . no need to be, I've disposed of them already."
Colonel Mustard stuttered his words, "Wh-what is that supposed to mean?"
Mr. Green let out a short laugh before showing his true colors. "Boddy is dead. Peacock is still in her coma, and won't be coming out anytime soon. As for all the murders tonight, I committed them. One by one, luckily Plum and White were here to fail miserably and keep you off my trail. But think about, who wasn't with you in the lounge for a drink? Who was with Peacock all of the time and could have easily poisoned her? How come I was conveniently in the secret passage from the Conservatory to the Lounge right after the cook's death?"
"But why, why did you do it?" White asked.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I happen to be Mr. Boddy's business partner. Now that he's out of the way, I get the whole corporation, his money, this house, everything. I only need to dispose of the witnesses and you are the only three left I need to worry about."
Colonel Mustard suddenly flashed back to the dining room…
"So Mr. Boddy, how did you get the money to buy CMI? You must be damn wealthy."
"Well when my father and mother died, both in a terrible accident, they had an extremely large bank account. Since I was their only child I inherited it all. The total was over 100 million dollars. That's how I was able to buy the company."
'CMI must be the name of their corporation' Mustard thought as his flashbacks continued…
For some strange reason Mr. Green was laughing, hysterically laughing.
"Why were you laughing anyway?"
"I'm not quite sure why I was laughing . . . but it looks like anyone of us could die next."
'He was laughing because he did it… what a sick bastard. It was an act all along – his 'feelings' for Peacock, his concern, his help, everything was all a lie. He will pay for this if it's the last thing I do.' Colonel Mustard thought as he fought his pure rage toward the man and the impulse to simply lunge at him.
The others were all flabbergasted, an unexpected blow when White was coming clean. "So, I'm assuming you, what, plan to kill us now?" Scarlet asked, once again using sarcasm when she's most frightened.
Mr. Green seemed to find this hilarious and burst out in a long, drawn out laugh. He finally spoke, "Yes Scarlet, that is my . . ."
BANG!
Blood and brain splattered all over the floor and walls as the fatal hit to Mr. Green sent him to the floor, dead. Mrs. White held the gun that killed him; it's just that the colonel wasn't able to stop her this time. A single tear steamed down her face.
"You didn't have to kill him, a bullet to the chest or stomach would have done nicely." Colonel Mustard yelled at White, his stomach falling up and down as it became queasy from the site of a man's head half blown off.
Scarlet couldn't take the sight; she couldn't take any of it anymore. Her vision became blurred, her knees became weak, and she eventually left consciousness and fainted. Mustard quickly caught her light body in mid-fall and laid her upon the counter.
"Oh dear, did you kill the bastard? It looks that way, doesn't it?" A voice from the hallway broke through the scene they had experienced many times that night, murder.
Slowly the figure came into view and it was . . . Mr. Boddy!
White and Mustard spoke at the same time, wondering the same thing. "Mr. Boddy, you're alive?"
"No, I'd just thought I'd come back and say hello for a moment, you know, for good time's sake. Of course, I'm alive. You think a bash to the head and three killers trying to get me is going to stop me? No sir. Not me."
A bandage was wrapped around his head which was soaked with blood. The colonel feared that Mr. Boddy wasn't as up to par as he claimed to be.
"Mr. Boddy, you don't look so swell, though."
"Me? I'm fine, no need to worry about me, just a little scrape that's all, just a little scrape." Mr. Boddy entered the kitchen but stopped midway. "Oh, oh dear, I feel a little light-headed."
Although Mr. Boddy appeared to be fine, he wasn't. He was going through shock but was acting as he would in every day life. The unfortunate thing was that he had lost too much blood and his body was taking the effect . . .
Now.
Mr. Boddy collapsed to the floor and went into a seizure. Mustard ran over to him to help but it wasn't any good. Mr. Boddy was dead, gone in a moment.
So we can finally answer the question of whodunit. It was ultimately Professor Plum with the lead pipe in the hall that lead to his demise, although Mr. Green took a part and he actually died in the Kitchen. It was those three elements that caused his death.
Now that Boddy was dead and the real villain gone, what were the rest of the party to do?