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Gilligan's eyes widened momentarily, then he composed himself. He answered with a strange accent. "I thought we might pass a quiet evening, Miss Scarlett. If you all will excuse me, I shall only be a moment." He stood, straightened his coat, and walked out the door.
Ginger's sultry smile dropped as soon as he was gone. "My goodness, I don't know how much longer I can stand this charade."
"What charade?" the Professor queried.
"Oh, it's alright." Mr Howell smiled repulsively. "We're all in on the game."
"What game?!" Now he was very worried.
"To kill Mr Boddy, of course."
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