Chapter Seven
A shot rang out from the direction of the front Hall. As Mustards' group ran to check it out, they met up with Professor Plum and Mr. Green, who tossed Gold and Mustard cue sticks. Gold and Mustard thought at first they were being challenged to a duel, but then stopped attacking when Green explained to them all that had happened.
"Dreadfully sorry, old chaps hope you'll forgive us." said Mustard.
As they reached the Hall, they found Mrs. White's dead body on the floor and Mrs. Peacock hastily putting on her coat.
"Stop, vile villain!" said Plum, brandishing his cue stick. Peacock turned around and calmly pointed the revolver at him. He threw the pool stick up in he air, and it landed at her feet. She shot him and picked up the stick.
"That was my last shot. Pity." she said, and brandished the cue stick and Green. "En Garde!"
Green found himself thrown into a vicious and hard battle. He managed to parry, then slide around her back and attack her from behind.
"I say good show!" said Colonel Mustard. Peacock quickly recovered, then ran over to the dropped revolver and threw it at Mustard, hitting him in the head and knocking him out cold. She ran to his body, and pried the cue stick from his fingers. She had two makeshift swords now, and it seemed as if she knew how to use them well. Mr. Gold jumped into the fray and the battle ensued.
Green tried his parry attack again, but Peacock blocked it with one stick, while at the same time blocking a frontal attack from Gold. She used that advantage over Gold to slip behind him and knock him out. Now it was just her and Green. He thrust at her, but she caught his "blade" in between hers and lifted it over their heads. She then continued holding it up while her other stick went down and thwacked him hard in the stomach. He doubled over, but managed to slip out of the way of her follow-up attack.
Meanwhile, Mustard woke up with a headache. He noticed that the wires of the Hall phone had not been cut, so he slowly inched over to where it sat while the battle raged on. He quickly dialed the number for the police, gave the address to the answering Lieutenant, and then collapsed, as if to still be in a faint.
In the battle, Green was slowly gaining the upper hand. Or so he thought, until Mrs. Peacock forced his cue stick out of his hands. Just as she was about to perform what might have been a finishing blow, the door burst open, and Peacock was instantly shot by one of the police officers who came flowing into the old mansion.