"Well, that only leaves Mr. Boddy." Plum states.

"What's your little secret?" Scarlet mutters to the man sitting calmly in the back of the room. "Oh, haven't you guessed?" Wadsworth interrupted, "He's the one who's blackmailing you all."

It comes as a shock to us all, but Boddy just sits there silently. We all stand with the crash of thunder outside. Mustard looked eager for a fight, screaming "You bastard! Put 'em up, pal!" To which Boddy steps on his toes and jabs him in the eyes. Plum and I have to drag the blackmailer off, who was then kneed in the groin by Mrs. White (being applauded by Mrs. Peacock). "Was that necessary, Mrs. White?" I gasp.

"Wait!" Wadsworth alarms us, "The Police are coming!" Everyone else starts to panic, so I figure I should, too. "LISTEN! When they arrive, you can tell them about Mr. Boddy, and he will be arrested!" They like the sound of that: safe for their reputations. But Mr. Boddy stood, grinning painfully "You'll never tell the Police."

"Then I shall." Wadsworth said with an impressive can-do attitude, "I have evidence in my possession, and this conversation is being tape recorded!"

"Point of order!" I panic, turning to Wadsworth defiantly "Tape recordings are not admissible evidence!" That is when we all start arguing like politicians. But I guess that would be nothing new for Mrs. Peacock. "The Police will be here in 45 minutes, and then," Wadsworth looks to me "Mr. Boddy will be behind bars." The mentioned man smirks and walks out of the room "Lemmie grab my bag from the hall. Maybe I can help them decide."

He was absent for not even a minute, then returned holding a stylish leather briefcase. As he opened it, six black boxes wrapped in purple ribbons were shown. He hands one out to each of us, telling us to open them. "Why not?" Scarlet mused, "I enjoy getting presents from strange men!" she jumps onto the desk and attempts to open it. I sat down, opening mine-and revealing a thick lead pipe. Scarlet receives a candlestick, Peacock has a dagger glinting in the light, Plum a revolver, Mrs. White a rope, and Mustard a wrench. Holding the pipe in my hands, I wonder why Boddy has given us these items. "In your hands, you each hold a lethal weapon. If you denounce me to the police, you will all be exposed. But…" he grinned, "If one of you kills Wadsworth now,"

I almost choke on his sentence. Kill Wadsworth? I pale at the suggestion.

"No one but the seven of us will know." Continuing, Boddy approaches me, suddenly earning a venomous glare from Wadsworth, "He has the key to the front door. Which he said would only be opened over his. Dead. Body."

With that, Mr. Boddy moves towards the door and closes it quietly. "One of you needs to kill Wadsworth…now." The lights are switched off.

Silence.

…then a dull thud, followed by a raspy breath and a gunshot. Lights blind me as they are turned back on by Peacock. The others turn to look for a body, and find one. I glance around the room, panicking, but finally resting my eyes on Wadsworth-alive! I release my breath, not realizing I was holding it. But then who was murdered?

"It's Mr. Boddy!" Mustard exclaimed.

We gather around as Professor Plum checks Boddy's pulse. "He's dead."

"Who had the gun?" White shouted.

Plum admitted he had it, Peacock accusing him of killing Boddy. But, with a few seconds of detective work, we found that the bullet missed the man entirely and went through a vase into the far wall.

"How did he die?" I spit out.

"I don't know! I'm not a forensic expert!" Plum shouted.

"Well, I didn't do it!" I announce, dropping my pipe on the table. "And I need a drink!" Peacock wavered, walking to the door and drinking Boddy's beverage. That is when Plum appeared to have an epiphany. "Maybe he was poisoned!" Peacock dropped the glass, shrieking like a banshee. I push Plum aside, guiding the woman to the couch and trying to calm down. "Mrs. Peacock, try to calm-! It might not be-! Sit down! Sit down, Mrs.-!"

I couldn't help it. My calm snapped. I impulsively slapped her across the face, causing everyone to stop in their tracks.

"I… I had to stop her from screaming…" I offer as an excuse.

"Was the brandy poisoned?" the others rush to the glass on the floor, empty. "I guess we'll never know." Scarlet says.

"Unless," I solemnly continue, "Unless she dies, too…" We each stare at Peacock hesitantly, when the silence is pierced by a shrill scream. Running out of the study, we hear it again, coming from the billiard room next to us. The door is locked! "It's the murderer!" Plum shouts.

"Why would he scream?" I ask, not realizing how stupid that sounded. At least, not until I see Wadsworth smirk next to me, causing me to think twice about what I said.

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I groan inwardly, hating that I made that small mistake.

"He must have a victim in there," Mrs. White told us, "Oh my God, Yvette!"

"Oh my God!"