Thank you, my readers, commentors, and followers! I'm glad you guys are enjoying this so far ^ ^ I feel like I'm one of those people that writes about the most scarcely-loved pairings, but then other people support it as well.

You know what I mean?

Enjoy, everyone!

~Goldie

"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!"

"Maybe he wasn't dead," the widow offers, "We should've made sure!"

The senator's wife looks over, "How? By cutting off his head, I suppose."

"That wasn't called for."

Wadsworth says we need to look for him, so the others drop the body with a loud thud, which we step over. Splitting up, all the guests look around the study. That's when I get a brilliant idea.

"Maybe Mr. Boddy killed the cook!" I offer, walking to Wadsworth. Miss Scarlet and Mrs. White voice their agreement. Then, the butler's smile falters. "How?" I stand there, mouth agape. I didn't think of that. "Dang, you've stumped me there." Wadsworth kindly pats me on the back. Peacock leaves the study and heads to the bathroom, and not even a minute later, Miss Scarlet finds negatives of the Colonel's visit to her hotel. "Were you planning to blackmail him, Wadsworth?" she grins.

"Certainly not! I was going to give them to him as soon as Mr. Boddy was unmasked!"

Scarlet keeps the negatives away from Mustard (both fighting on who gets them) when Plum grabs them with a brief "Let me see…"

Wadsworth and I join the huddle to see the pictures being held up to the light.

"Nobody can get into that position." White exclaims

"Sure they can." I grin, causing Wadsworth to turn away. I look over and see him covering his mouth, face red.

Plum saunters up to White "Let me show you." To which he grabs her and pulls her onto the couch. "Get off me."

A bizarre scream suddenly fills the air. It was Peacock!

We run over the body and into the hall, seeing Mrs. Peacock near the bathroom, Mr. Boddy limply leaning on her. "It's Mr. Boddy!" I scream, pulling him off of her with ease and dropping him to the floor. We find a dried-up wound on his head, proving that now he is certainly dead. "Mr. Boddy. Dead…again." Wadsworth sputters out. Peacock, fanning herself, starts to sway. "She's going to faint!"

"Somebody catch her!" Plum cries.

"I'll catch her!" Wadsworth rushes behind Peacock, "Fall into my arms."

She finally faints and…falls straight through his arms and onto the floor.

"Sorry."

White looks at me strangely, "You've got blood on your hands." I look at them, painted in Mr. Boddy's dried blood. "I didn't do it!" I panic, grabbing a handkerchief from my pocket. Wadsworth runs over next to me and examines the body. "He's got new injuries." He states while picking up Boddy's arm and letting it limply drop to the floor. "Well, he's certainly dead now. Why would anyone want to kill him twice?"

"Unless he wasn't dead before!" I conclude, Wadsworth then going to inspect the bathroom. "What's the difference?" Plum mutters.

"That's what we're trying to find out!" the butler forcefully replies.

"There's no need to shout."

"I'M NOT SHOUTING!"

We all turn towards the man in the bathroom doorway. I smirk a little. Sure, you're not shouting…

"All right, I am! I'm shouting! I'm shouting! I'm shou-" His vocal outburst is cut short when the candlestick resting above him falls on his head, bringing him to the floor. Ouch! I head to the kitchen and look around for an ice pack. A difficult task, considering I have never rummaged through the vast amount of cupboards in here. Once I find it, I bring it to the butler, who is resting against the bathroom door. "Here." I give the pack to him, which he takes gingerly, "Thank you, Green."

I help him up while the others lift the body back to the study. The ladies work on dragging the cook's body onto the couch, while the men wait to place Boddy's body there. While the women work, I walk past with Wadsworth on my shoulder, who exclaims "Careful! Don't get blood on the sofa." That bizarre statement alone has me chuckling quietly. We all decide that the cook's body should be thrown over the arm of the couch, so as not to interfere with the knife sticking out of her back. Then, with great ease, the men lift Boddy onto the couch, sitting him upright.

"Now, who-" Mustard begins, but then stops to close Boddy's glazed-over eyes gazing straight up at him. "-who had access to the candlestick?"

"I dropped it on the table, anyone could've grabbed it!" Scarlet declares. "Look," Wadsworth intervenes, "We still have all these weapons! The gun, the rope, the wrench, the lead pipe! Let's put them in this cupboard and lock it!"

That seems pretty safe; but, to be sure, I ask "What are you doing with the key?"

"I'm putting it in my pocket."

"Why?"

"Well, to keep it safe, obviously." As long as no one else has it, I'll be fine. But the others aren't. They shout disapprovals and fear for their safety. That's when Wadsworth gets an idea. "We'll throw it away!"

"Good idea." I grin. Everyone runs to the front door expectantly, and just as Wadsworth opens it, a man appears there, surprised. We all blanch, and the butler quickly hides the key in his pocket, saying "Sorry. Um, can we help?" The young man explains that his car broke down the road and he was wondering if he could use a phone. A minute passes.

"Just a moment." Wadsworth turns towards us all huddled behind him, "Should we let him?" he whispers, then other hushed voices join in the conversation.

"No! He might find the study!"

"Then let him go somewhere else!"

"We can't kick him away. He might get suspicious…"

"Then let him use a phone in another room."

"Would that be safe?"

"What if he gets killed?!"

"Well then, let's make sure he isn't killed."

"What are you waiting for, then? Let him in!"

We all turn to the visitor, smiling.

"Very well, sir. Would you care to come in?"