"It's the murderer!" Plum shouts.
"Why would he scream?" I ask
"He must have a victim in there," Mrs. White told us, "Oh my God, Yvette!"
"Oh my God!"
It was then the door opened, and we all flooded in. "You're alive!" Wadsworth noted. Yvette was sobbing, explaining that she screamed because she had also drank the brandy. She began to shake, "I can't stay in here all by myself…" Miss Scarlet and Colonel Mustard walk over and comforted the young woman. "Come with us to the study." Scarlet soothed, and Mustard waves his wrench around carelessly, "There is safety in numbers, my dear."
We all began to head back to the study, then I notice Wadsworth grab the recordings to bring back. I decided to wait for him, and he probably thought no one would be there when he turned around, so I startled him greatly. "Oh! Dear God, don't sneak up on me!" he sighed, face red. "Sorry." Both of us slowly walk to the study, enjoying each other's company, when I ask "So, who do you think murdered Mr. Boddy?"
"I don't know, but I am sure glad it isn't me lying on the study floor right now." I smile as we laugh together. Once we get back to the room, Wadsworth suddenly remembers the situation, becoming quickly distraught "This is terrible! This is absolutely terrible! It's not what I'd intended!" I watched him with confusion when he sat. Scarlet was the first to ask.
"Wait, so you're not the butler?"
"I'm not THE butler, but I am a butler. In fact, I was HIS butler." He gestures towards Mr. Boddy on the floor. "I invited you all, it was my idea."
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!" Mrs. White intervened "Why did you invite us here to meet your late employer? Were you assisting him in blackmailing us?"
Worry and grief struck me, but he assured us very forcefully that he would never. The guests became comfortable to hear Wadsworth's story. Or, at least, I try to be comfortable, seeing as how all the seats are taken. I had to sit on the desk near the front of the room where Wadsworth was standing. He explained that with his wife's suicide, he was able to escape from Boddy's wrath of labor and blackmail. Delving further, he admitted that his wife was being blackmailed by Mr. Boddy because she had close friends who were... (the butler could hardly hold back his tears) socialists. Every guest in the room recoiled. "Well, we all make mistakes." And with that, he began to cry. I felt obligated to comfort him, so I lend him my handkerchief and rub his back. It seems to help him, "Thank you, Green…anyway, I felt that my wife's suicide needed to be justified, so I vowed to put Boddy behind bars. And it seemed that the best way to free everyone was to get you all face-to-face, confront Mr. Boddy, and then…turn him over to the police."
"We can't turn him over to the police NOW!" Peacock argued, referring to Boddy's body. "But how can we possibly find out which of you did it?!" I shout, trying not to be too loud, with Wadsworth next to me.
"What do you mean, 'which of you'?" Plum retorted.
"Well, I didn't do it!" I turn towards Wadsworth, who replied "One of us did. We all had opportunity and motive."
"Maybe it wasn't one of us," the professor continued, "Who else is in the house?"
"Only the cook."
…
"THE COOK!" With that, we all ran to the kitchen. Empty. Mrs. White nudged at me to look around, so I steeled my nerves and looked around the corner and below the counter. No one was here. "Well," I point out, "She's not here…" then the cupboard door creaks open and Scarlet screams Bloody Mary, for out falls the cook! I catch her, and that is when I notice the dagger sticking out of her back. She was murdered, too! "I didn't do it!" I shout as I struggle to keep the heavy cook from dropping, "Somebody help me please? Somebody…help me. PLEASE." I manage through gritted teeth. Mrs. White helps ease the body onto the floor. We turn her around so we can examine the dagger's hilt sticking straight out of her. "Don't touch it!" Colonel Mustard cries, grabbing the handle, "That's evidence!" I roll my eyes. It's not useful anymore, thank you very much. He then stands up, all our eyes on him. "I think you better explain yourself, Wadsworth."
"Me? Why me?" the butler hasn't done anything wrong, so I attempt to change the subject. "Who would want to kill the cook?"
"Dinner wasn't that bad." Scarlet jokes. Ouch, too soon. "How can you make jokes at a time like this?!" Mustard shouts, "If I was the killer, I'd kill you next!"
Silence.
Mustard looks at us nervously "I said if. If!" With that, he starts accusing the others of doing it. "Hmm…" Wadsworth starts, earning all of our attention. "Look. I suggest we take the cook's body to the study."
"Why?" I question.
Wadsworth bristles and walks right behind me, breathing on my ear. "I'm the butler; I like to keep the kitchen tidy." Heat rises to my face, and I shudder softly once he moves away, getting everyone to help lift the body. I join in, lifting the cook's waist. We slowly move the body to the study, and once we are at the doorway, Professor Plum drops his portion of the body, shouting "Look!"
"What?" I say, craning my neck to see him. This proved to be a task, since Wadsworth was right in front of me….very distracting. I guess I'm playing the part well. "The body's gone!" Wadsworth gasps and he drops his load, which causes me to let go of my part of the body, the whole front of the cook lying on the ground.
"What are you all staring at?" White prods.
"Nothing." I manage.
"What do you mean?"
"Nobody. No body, that's what we mean." Wadsworth announces, "Mr. Boddy's body. It's gone!"