Episode 2 “Storms”
Thunder rumbles in the distance as a gray tone casts over the Tennis Courts of Blackwell Grange. Miss Vivienne Scarlet watches as Nurse Silver and Mr. Clay look through different Tennis Racquets.
“I liked your hair,” Fivel says from Miss Scarlet’s side on the bench
“Thank you.” Miss Scarlet says ignoring the small child and keeping her eyes on the attractive tennis coach.
“Can I braid your hair tonight before dinner?” asks Fivel, “We are all supposed to get dressed up.”
“We’ll see.” Miss Scarlet smiles politely at the child
“I saw you in Julius Caesar,” the boy beams, “I love your singing voice.”
“That’s so sweet.” Miss Scarlet chuckles as Mr. Clay and Nurse Silver begin to start the game.
“You should sing for the party tonight.” The boy says, “I’m sure you’ll draw the attention of every boy.”
“Yeah,” Miss Scarlet smiles and looks at Mr. Clay, “I think you are right. Thank you, Fivel.”
“Sharp luck!” Mr. Clay claps as Nurse Silver sends the ball past him.
Professor Plum watches the Tennis Courts from the Conservatory windows.
“Professor Plum,” Mrs. Peacock greets the spying professor
“Hello, Patricia.” Professor Plum says bumping his head on a hanging plant as he steps away from the windows.
“See anything you like?” Mrs. Peacock smirks.
“The tennis coach is very good.” Professor Plum says, “Does he play snooker?”
“I’ve never asked him.” Mrs. Peacock says, “We do have a billiard table back home, but I am not sure if he has ever used it.”
“I am curious, Patricia,” Professor Plum says lighting his pipe and blowing smoke into the air, “Is Mr. Clay a gambling type?”
“Are you hoping to make a quick buck off of him?” Mrs. Peacock chuckles, “Although I do pay him well, I doubt you will be getting a penny out of him.”
“He doesn’t gamble?” Professor Plum says
“I’m sure he would beat you at any game you laid out.” Mrs. Peacock chuckles, examining a greasy piece of Lead Pipe on the edge of the fountain, “What is this wretched thing doing lying about in here?”
“The old fountain pipe has corroded; I suppose Rusty didn’t find the right sized pipe.” Professor Plum says taking the Lead Pipe from Mrs. Peacock and examining the diameter, “This one is much too thick in comparison to the pipe in the fountain.”
“Professor,” Mrs. Peacock says approaching him, “Have you talked with Hugh about what I wrote to you about?”
“I haven’t had the time,” Professor Plum turns away quickly, “Now where shall I store this pipe?” he looks around for a good spot
“Professor,” Mrs. Peacock says, “You haven’t even called a lawyer yet have you?”
“I don’t think my case will hold.” Professor Plum says pacing back and forth looking for a place to store the greasy tool.
“You didn’t even try?” asks Mrs. Peacock, “It’s rightfully yours.”
“I’m the bastard son of Benedict Black IV.” Professor Plum says, “I didn’t even know he was my father until I was nearly thirty years old and my father was already dead. What makes you think I can just come in and claim Blackwell Grange to be rightfully mine?”
“Hugh Black spends recklessly.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Bribe some popular charities to earn their favors. You would have enough money to continue your experiments and fund your expeditions. You wouldn’t have to beg your brother for money.”
“It would be nice,” Professor Plum considers, “But it’s no use. Believe me, Patricia, Hugh and Rose haven’t exactly taken kind to me. They gave me a room in this house. That was generous enough; I don’t want to make a complete fool out of myself trying to greedily take it all.”
“You certainly do give up easily.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I’m sure you will reconsider next time you need a little money and you have to grovel.”
Rain begins to trickle and hit the glass roof of the Conservatory. Mrs. Peacock watches as Nurse Silver and Mr. Clay begin to react to the rain and head back to the Conservatory door with Miss Scarlet and Fivel.
“Oh my,” Professor Plum watches as the rain comes down harder.
“Turn on the light in here, it got dark.” Mrs. Peacock says as Fivel runs across the room and turns on the lamp.
“We got inside just in time.” Mr. Clay says, “Minimal wetness.”
Miss Scarlet smiles tongue-in-cheek.
“Thank you so much for teaching me,” Nurse Silver says beaming, “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”
“It’s he the greatest.” Miss Scarlet tosses her hair back and places both arms on Mr. Clay’s left shoulder.
“What can I say,” Mr. Clay laughs nervously, “I’m a popular tennis coach.”
“Do you like snooker?” asks Professor Plum
“Professor!” Mrs. Peacock slaps him on the shoulder
“What?” Professor Plum shrugs taking his pipe from his mouth
“I love playing on the green.” Mr. Clay jokes, “Snooker table or Tennis Court.”
Miss Scarlet and Mrs. Peacock laugh politely.
“Very good,” Professor Plum says, “I hope you ladies don’t mind, but I would like to borrow Mr. Clay here for a game of snooker.”
“Have fun you two!” Miss Scarlet says, “I would simply love to have tea with Nurse Silver and Fivel.”
“Oh,” Nurse Silver takes Fivel’s hand, “I don’t think that would be a good…”
“Nonsense,” Miss Scarlet says with a gentle smile, “I must get to know the people I’m going to be staying with for a week.”
“Care if I join?” Mrs. Peacock invites herself, “I’m curious to hear your story, Constantine.”
“Fivel,” Nurse Silver turns to the boy, “Why don’t you run into the Ballroom and practice your songs.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Fivel runs off through the side door leading into the Ballroom.
“Such a cute boy,” Mrs. Peacock turns around in her seat, watching him run off.
“Yes, he is such a blessing.” Nurse Silver smiles, “So obedient and kindhearted.”
“Takes after his mother?” Mrs. Peacock queries
“Miss Dove is a wonderful boss.” Nurse Silver says, “And a wonderful mother to Fivel. Often times you find that mothers who have nannies for their children don’t spend time with their children, but Miss Dove spends equal time with Fivel as I do. She is very present in his life.”
“She sounds like a perfect fit for Hugh.” Miss Scarlet smirks at her stepmother
“That’s how they fell in love.” Nurse Silver smiles, “They noticed each other and instantly were attracted to each other. Hugh was watching her and Fivel playing in a park and was instantly attracted to her maternal love and companionship.”
“Isn’t that sweet?” Miss Scarlet says, “All he wanted was a child. All those other women must have been barren.”
Mrs. Peacock’s eyes get wide and she bites down hard on her lip
“I’m sure Hugh had his reasons to leave his past women behind.” Nurse Silver says, “We need not bring them up.”
“Yes, Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock stares daggers at her young stepdaughter, “You mustn’t be rude to our hosts.”
“My apologies, Constantine.” Miss Scarlet smiles sarcastically in Nurse Silver’s direction
Yvette enters the room carrying a tea tray.
“Ah, tea is here.” Mrs. Peacock says, “And what a nice young lady you are.” She stares in disapproval at the French maid’s deep cleavage and high skirt.
“Madame,” Yvette nods at Mrs. Peacock
“Tell me child, how long have you been working with Dr. Black?” asks Mrs. Peacock taking a tea cup and filling it with tea.
Yvette looks over at Nurse Silver with a worried expression.
“Yvette is here to assist Mrs. White.” Nurse Silver explains, “Mrs. White is getting a little forgetful. We don’t have the heart to let her go. We plan on letting her stay here until she slows down and retires in our gardens and lounge.”
“How sweet,” Miss Scarlet says, “You’ll keep her around even after she is retired.”
“She is like family to Hugh.” Nurse Silver says, “She was his nanny. I hope one day Fivel and I will have the same relationship as Mrs. White and Hugh.”
“I’m sure you will, dear.” Mrs. Peacock smiles, “Happy endings come to those who deserve it.”
On a rainy loading platform, John Boddy, Colonel Mustard, Mr. Green, and half a dozen other passengers exit the train and open their umbrellas. Soon all that is visible is a small cluster of black umbrellas.
“Is Ash coming down to the station?” asks Mr. Green
“He should have been here by now.” Mr. Boddy says with frustration
“I’ll walk.” Colonel Mustard strays from the group
“What are you thinking, old man?” asks Mr. Boddy
“I’m thinking after a long train ride with you, I need a long walk to clear my bloody brain.” Colonel Mustard snaps
“Charming man,” Mr. Boddy chuckles
“Yeah,” Mr. Green says, “How about we get a private cab.”
“Mr. Ash will be here soon.” Mr. Boddy says
Mr. Green pats the gun in his pocket, ensuring it is still there.
“Why are you so anxious to get there?” asks Mr. Boddy
“It’s not so much getting there.” Mr. Green smirks
“What business do you have with my uncle?” asks Mr. Boddy
“Your Uncle Hugh and I have some mutual coworkers and every now and then we need to meet together and talk some things out. You understand?” Mr. Green lights a cigar under the umbrella
“You needed to talk to him about things that you couldn’t tell him over the telephone.” Mr. Boddy says
“Exactly.” Mr. Green says patting the young man on the shoulder.
“Forgive me for asking, Mr. Green,” Mr. Boddy turns towards Mr. Green, “But whatever business you are doing with my uncle will one day involve me, will it not?”
“It will, if you follow in your uncle’s footsteps and he finds you a necessary component.” Mr. Green puts it plainly, “Though something tells me you won’t.”
“Don’t be so sure of yourself.” Mr. Boddy says noticing Mr. Ash pulling in front of the loading platform.
In the Kitchen of Blackwell Grange, Mrs. White is on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor with a wet soapy brush. The back door opens and thunder crashes loudly.
“Oh dear!” Mrs. White puts her hands over her head.
“It’s me, Mrs. White.” Rusty enters the Kitchen dripping wet.
“Rusty,” Mrs. White stands up, “You are messing up my perfectly good floor.”
“I’m sorry Mrs. White!” Rusty says, “The Gate House was locked. I couldn’t get upstairs to the servant’s quarters.”
Mrs. White reaches into her apron pocket and pulls out a large ring of keys.
“The small one on the left of the large brass one.” Mrs. White puts the ring of keys in his confused hands.
“Do you want me to bring it back after I let myself in?” Rusty asks
“Yes, I need it to tend to the house.” Mrs. White says, “It has the keys to every door in the house.”
“Yes, I can see.” Rusty says puzzled with dozens of keys
“Do wait for the storm to die down.” Mrs. White says, “I’ll put a kettle on the stove.”
“That sounds lovely,” Rusty says, “Oh and a towel.”
Mrs. White disappears into the closet and comes out with a large white towel.
“I was weeding near the boathouse.” Rusty says, “The rain started pouring down out of nowhere. I hurried back as fast as I could, but my knees aren’t what they used to be.”
“Oh, you poor dear,” Mrs. White says settling the tea kettle on the stove, “I just made tea for the ladies in the Conservatory. I had that new girl, Yvette take it in for them. I figured I should start making her actually work.”
“I like the new maid.” Rusty smiles
“All you men are the same.” Mrs. White rolls her eyes and chuckles
“Has Mr. Ash left to the train station yet?” asks Rusty
“Yes,” Mrs. White says, “Mr. Boddy and Colonel Mustard should be here soon.”
“Did the guests like our fish?” asks Rusty
“Yes,” Mrs. White smiles as she stares out the window into the blinding rain, “I remember fishing with my dear Winslow. We would go boating and fish. Just me and him and all the fish around us, swirling and floating endlessly in that small wooden shell.”
“Blanche,” Rusty says putting his hand on her shoulder
Mrs. White rests her head against Rusty’s shoulder and sighs deeply.
“I really loved him.” Mrs. White says as tears well up in her eyes, “I will never forget that.”
Rusty lets go of Mrs. White and walks to the table and rolls up his sleeve, revealing a long scar stretching from his wrist to his elbow.
In the Billiard Room, Professor Plum and Mr. Clay stand at the billiard table setting up the tables for a snooker game. Dr. Black takes a sip of beer as he watches from the bar stool.
“I’ll have you know I’m pretty good at snooker.” Professor Plum says selecting a billiard cue from the wall.
“Enough talking about how good you are,” Dr. Black says, “Show us who the winner is. How much is at stake.”
“Fifty.” Mr. Clay says placing the money on the bar.
Professor Plum matches the bet and places the money together.
“Let the game begin.” Dr. Black says
Miss Dove enters the Billiard Room and kisses her fiancée on the cheek.
“Did you are Mrs. Peacock sort things out.” Dr. Black watches as Mr. Clay aims his shot and pockets a red ball. Dr. Black marks a point under Mr. Clay’s name on a small scrape of paper.
“Well, if Mrs. Peacock’s way of sorting things out is by insulting you and insinuating that you are still cheating, then yes.” Miss Dove says sarcastically
“You know I am not.” Dr. Black says as Professor Plum takes a turn at the snooker table.
“Yes,” Miss Dove says softly, “But I often wonder why you have that young maid working here. I mean I would understand if you were a lonely bachelor, but you are engaged, to me.”
“Yvette is here to help Mrs. White.” Dr. Black says
“Yes, but must she dress like that?” asks Miss Dove
“It’s a tradition,” Dr. Black chuckles, “A French tradition. I don’t want to offend her. You know I only have eyes for you.”
Miss Dove smiles and turns back to the snooker game, “Who is winning?”
“Mr. Clay.” Dr. Black smiles as Professor Plum stares at the money he placed on the bar.
“I used to practice during rainy days at Mrs. Peacock’s home.” Mr. Clay says
“I used to keep a table in the lab.” Professor Plum says confidently as he takes his turn, “Watch this.” Professor Plum misses completely.
“Nice shot.” Dr. Black chuckles at his half-brothers failure
“Oh, be nice!” Miss Dove says
“It looks you are in a pickle here.” Mr. Clay points out as his finishes the game, wining the most points.
“I will have to get you for poker once the colonel arrives!” Professor Plum says to Mr. Clay.
“Are you sure you want to lose more money?” asks Dr. Black hopping off the barstool and walking with Miss Dove and Mr. Clay into the Library. Professor Plum stares at Dr. Black’s back while he enters the Library. As soon as the door is closed he slams his billiard cue angrily down on the billiard table. He notices Mr. Clay didn’t collect the money on the bar and quickly pockets it.
Dr. Black, Miss Dove, and Mr. Clay enter the Library.
“This room is simply magnificent.” Mr. Clay says
“First editions, rare memoirs, and wonderful collectibles,” Dr. Black motions to the high shelves near bookshelf ladders, “Feel free to take some to your room. I’m sure you have a favorite type of book.”
“I prefer romantic.” Mr. Clay says
“I pegged you for a romantic type.” Miss Dove notes
“Romance novels are kept to the left of the fireplace.” Dr. Black points
Mr. Clay bends forward to read the titles on the spines of the books. The Library doors open and Mr. Ash enters the room with young Mr. Boddy and Mr. Green.
“Lyman?” Dr. Black stands up in shock
“Coincidence?” Mr. Green chuckles, “We happened to be on the same train heading to the same place.”
“What are you doing here?” asks Dr. Black, “Where is Colonel Mustard
“He decided to walk.” Mr. Ash explains, “According to Mr. Green and Master Boddy, Colonel Mustard was acting a bit gruff and crotchety so he huffed off into the rain.”
“He should be here soon.” Mr. Green says, “We drove by him on the way.”
Dr. Black turns to Mr. Ash
“I offered to drive him but he ignored me and kept on walking.” Mr. Ash says
“Very well,” Dr. Black says, “Mr. Green, would you care to join me in my Study? I’m sure there is a wonderful story coming with your reason for coming here.”
“It’s a great story, too!” Mr. Green says as him and Dr. Black exit the Library.
“Miss Dove,” Mr. Boddy reaches out and takes her hand, kissing it, “I’ve heard so much about my lovely soon-to-be Aunt.”
“Thank you, John.” Miss Dove says, “Sit, sit.”
Mr. Boddy sits down on the sofa next to her, “I take it you’ve found your way around Blackwell Grange easily?”
“It’s such a large house.” Miss Dove chuckles, “It took a week or so to get used to the upstairs hallways and servant’s stairways. Plus I was just informed about a secret passageway today.”
Mr. Boddy chuckles, “That is truly amusing. I used to explore every inch of this house and never once found any secret passageways.”
“Shall I take your luggage to you room, Master Boddy.” Mr. Ash asks
Mr. Boddy flicks his wrist in the butler’s direction, indicating to take the luggage upstairs. Mr. Ash takes the suitcases and exits the Library.
“So,” Mr. Boddy says once Mr. Ash has left, “I must ask you, have the two of you had sex?”
“Excuse me?” Miss Dove chokes, “That is personal.”
“I’m just curious.” Mr. Boddy says, “Something tells me you haven’t. Sure there has been teasing but no actual sex yet.”
“What has that to do with anything?” asks Miss Dove
“Uncle Hugh is all about women and their bodies.” Mr. Boddy says, “You are something new that he desires to be with. I am just concerned that you have translated his lust and diamonds as actually love.”
Miss Dove stares down at her diamond ring as her smile fades, “He loves me.”
“He wants to claim you and then move on to claim another.” Mr. Boddy says, “We thought he was better until he invited you to move in after barely knowing you.”
Miss Dove stands up from the sofa.
“Have I upset you?” asks Mr. Boddy
“You know damn well what you did.” Miss Dove leaves the Library holding back tears.
In the Hall, Mrs. White bumps into Mr. Ash, who is carrying Mr. Boddy’s luggage.
“Mr. Ash,” Mrs. White stops him
“What is it, Mrs. White?” asks Mr. Ash with impatience
“I thought I would let you know, I have made the left over fish from breakfast into fish sandwiches for lunch.” Mrs. White smiles cheerfully
“Mrs. White, prepare a simple soup and salad; perhaps tomato soup and cheese sandwiches, but no fish!” Mr. Ash says
“But Rusty and I caught them this morning.” Mrs. White frowns, “We went out at dawn and sat by the rocks with our fishing poles.”
“Yes I am aware,” Mr. Ash says, “You told me this morning.”
“Oh, I am sorry, Reggie.” Mrs. White says, “I seem to be a little oblivious lately.”
“No fish.” Mr. Ash says turning and climbing the stairs to the second floor
“No fish.” Mrs. White repeats walking across the Hall to the Conservatory. She is about to enter and collect the tea tray, but stops when she hears angry voices from inside the room.
“Mother, you are being ridiculous!” Miss Scarlet shrieks inside the Conservatory, “You are a jealous liar. Why must you always try and ruin something that makes me happy?”
“I am not lying, Vivienne.” Mrs. Peacock says
“You and Chandler never had anything between the two of you!” Miss Scarlet insists
“It was a brief affair.” Mrs. Peacock admits, “It meant nothing. That is why I ask that the two of you keep whatever you have out of my face. I don’t like seeing you with someone I have already… gotten to know.”
“You disgust me!” Miss Scarlet says, “I can’t believe you.”
“It shouldn’t bother you.” Mrs. Peacock says, “You have told me time and time again that you and Chandler are nothing more than friends.”
“We aren’t anything more than friends!” Miss Scarlet says
“Besides, he seems to be interested in that lovely Nurse Silver.” Mrs. Peacock says
“I’ve noticed.” Miss Scarlet says with bitterness
“Honestly, Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “If he would have an affair with me then try to go after you, should you really even trust him? I made a mistake and I had no idea he would ever try to go after you.”
“I just feel so stupid.” Miss Scarlet says, “I thought…”
“He was nothing more than a friend to you,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Why does it matter to you?”
Miss Scarlet rushes over to the Conservatory door and exits, rushing past Mrs. White.
“Are you finished with the tea?” Mrs. White asks
Mrs. Peacock sighs and nods.
Outside the Gates of Blackwell Grange, Colonel Mustard watches the rain hit the high roof and gargoyles from the dryness of his umbrella. He watches as Rusty Naylor walks over to the Gate House with a large ring of keys. Colonel Mustard takes a deep breath and enters through the Gates and towards the driveway. His walking is precise and militant. He approaches the porte cochere and closes his umbrella. He pulls the chain to the doorbell and waits patiently. Yvette answers the door.
“Hello, monsieur.” Yvette greets Colonel Mustard, taking his wet coat and umbrella and putting them in the Cloak Room, “You must be Colonel Mustard.”
“And you must be?” Colonel Mustard fishes for an introduction
“Yvette.” She responds
“Yvette.” Colonel Mustard repeats, “Yvette, can you find me a tall glass of scotch and a fine cigar? I will be in the Lounge with my feet up.”
Colonel Mustard enters the Lounge, leaving Yvette alone in the Hall with his single duffle bag.
In the Study, Dr. Black opens his liquor cabinet for Mr. Green, “Help yourself to a drink.”
“A bit too early for that.” Mr. Green says, “It’s nearly lunch.”
“What brings you to Blackwell Grange?” asks Dr. Black
“Cutting to the point so quickly?” asks Mr. Green
“I’m just wondering if I am still going to be able to enjoy this weekend or if I’m about to get tied up in something stressful and time consuming.” Dr. Black says
“Your nephew exploded at Colonel Mustard for not finding his parents.” Mr. Green says
“Those two will never get along.” Dr. Black says, “I have completely given up on trying to mend wounds.”
“Your nephew also witnessed me getting rid of that private investigator that was digging into Meadow-Brook’s life.” Mr. Green says
“I beg your pardon?” asks Dr. Black slamming the liquor cabinet doors loudly.
“He saw me dump the PI into the harbor.” Mr. Green says, “He hasn’t hinted at knowing anything.”
“So what are you here to talk to me about?” asks Dr. Black
“You never cared for John.” Mr. Green says
“He was a loathsome brat.” Dr. Black says, “But he is at this time still my heir.”
“Haven’t you changed your will to young Fivel?” asks Mr. Green
“I am planning on waiting till after the wedding.” Dr. Black says, “Based on my track record, engagements aren’t always definite.”
“What value do you put John’s life that?” Mr. Green takes a cigar from his top pocket and a matchbox from his pants pocket.
“Are you suggesting ending the life of my nephew?” Dr. Black asks
“Come on, Hughie, I was just curious as to whether threats or money would be the way to silence young Johnny?” Mr. Green asks
“I am going to ignore the fact that you just asked for permission to assassinate my nephew.” Dr. Black says, “Bribe the brat. He will never say no to money.”
Mr. Green lights his cigar, “Well now that we have that little issue sorted out, I hear there is a boating trip?”
“Are you inviting yourself?” asks Dr. Black
“Well I do need to deal with business with your nephew.” Mr. Green says, “Perhaps inviting me to stay would make it seem more natural when I talk to young Johnny.”
“Fine.” Dr. Black says
“Thank you for the cordial invitation.” Mr. Green says
“You didn’t get an invitation because I never know how or where to get ahold of you.” Dr. Black says, “You are always welcome under my roof. Deal with the issue with my nephew. I will give you the money to bribe him with.”
“Really?” Mr. Green asks
“He’s expensive and I know you won’t be able to afford his constant bribery.” Dr. Black says
“I appreciate it.” Mr. Green says
“So,” Dr. Black folds his hands on his desk, “How was the lovely train ride with my charming nephew.”
Mr. Green pulls out his silver Revolver from his pocket, “I showed him my gun. The boy seems interested in shooting.”
“Christ, Lyman, put that thing away.” Dr. Black gasps
“I’ll get it in the drawer in my guest room.” Mr. Green says, “Speaking of that, what room did I get stuck with?”
“Just take the Round Bedroom.” Dr. Black says, “We didn’t put any guests in that room.”
“Any particular reason?” asks Mr. Green
“The closet leaks.” Dr. Black says, “And rain is the forecast for a couple days.”
“Will that interfere with the boating trip?” asks Mr. Green, “I don’t want to be out at sea in a storm.”
“Oh believe me, there are worse storms brewing with the guests.” Dr. Black says staring at Mr. Green’s Revolver and then at the grandfather clock near the door.
“I suppose it is time for lunch.” Dr. Black says, “It’s good to see you Lyman, I’m sure you can find yourself at home.”
“I’ll make my way up to me room and settle in. I only brought the essentials.” Mr. Green says
“For you that could mean an entire suitcase filled with cigars.” Dr. Black chuckles
“You may actually be right.” Mr. Green laughs, “Good to see you again Hughie.”
“Stay out of trouble.” Dr. Black says, “And find out how much money John expects to keep quiet. Just promise me you will keep the gun away.”
“I won’t pull a gun on young Johnny.” Mr. Green promises, “Let me just put it up in my bedroom.”
In the Kitchen, Mrs. White enters with the tea tray to find Rusty entering through the back door with confusion on his face.
“What is the matter, Rusty?” asks Mrs. White as she fills the sink with warm soapy water
“That key ring with all the keys to the house,” Rusty begins, “I unlocked the Gate House and set the key ring down on the table with the blue vase. After I went to my room to change the key ring was gone.”
“Maybe Mr. Ash found it.” Mrs. White suggests
“I don’t think so.” Rusty says, “He is so orderly that he would have given it back to you or hung it on the peg.” Rusty points to a wooden key peg near the back door, “I think one of the guests snatched it.”
“That’s a spooky thought.” Mrs. White says, “That means someone can unlock any door in Blackwell Grange.”
“Should we tell Dr. Black?” asks Rusty
“Not until we are certain it is actually missing.” Mrs. White says, “We don’t need to worry him if you just mislaid it.”
“I’m telling you, Mrs. White, I put it next to the blue vase.” Rusty says
To Be Continued…
“I liked your hair,” Fivel says from Miss Scarlet’s side on the bench
“Thank you.” Miss Scarlet says ignoring the small child and keeping her eyes on the attractive tennis coach.
“Can I braid your hair tonight before dinner?” asks Fivel, “We are all supposed to get dressed up.”
“We’ll see.” Miss Scarlet smiles politely at the child
“I saw you in Julius Caesar,” the boy beams, “I love your singing voice.”
“That’s so sweet.” Miss Scarlet chuckles as Mr. Clay and Nurse Silver begin to start the game.
“You should sing for the party tonight.” The boy says, “I’m sure you’ll draw the attention of every boy.”
“Yeah,” Miss Scarlet smiles and looks at Mr. Clay, “I think you are right. Thank you, Fivel.”
“Sharp luck!” Mr. Clay claps as Nurse Silver sends the ball past him.
Professor Plum watches the Tennis Courts from the Conservatory windows.
“Professor Plum,” Mrs. Peacock greets the spying professor
“Hello, Patricia.” Professor Plum says bumping his head on a hanging plant as he steps away from the windows.
“See anything you like?” Mrs. Peacock smirks.
“The tennis coach is very good.” Professor Plum says, “Does he play snooker?”
“I’ve never asked him.” Mrs. Peacock says, “We do have a billiard table back home, but I am not sure if he has ever used it.”
“I am curious, Patricia,” Professor Plum says lighting his pipe and blowing smoke into the air, “Is Mr. Clay a gambling type?”
“Are you hoping to make a quick buck off of him?” Mrs. Peacock chuckles, “Although I do pay him well, I doubt you will be getting a penny out of him.”
“He doesn’t gamble?” Professor Plum says
“I’m sure he would beat you at any game you laid out.” Mrs. Peacock chuckles, examining a greasy piece of Lead Pipe on the edge of the fountain, “What is this wretched thing doing lying about in here?”
“The old fountain pipe has corroded; I suppose Rusty didn’t find the right sized pipe.” Professor Plum says taking the Lead Pipe from Mrs. Peacock and examining the diameter, “This one is much too thick in comparison to the pipe in the fountain.”
“Professor,” Mrs. Peacock says approaching him, “Have you talked with Hugh about what I wrote to you about?”
“I haven’t had the time,” Professor Plum turns away quickly, “Now where shall I store this pipe?” he looks around for a good spot
“Professor,” Mrs. Peacock says, “You haven’t even called a lawyer yet have you?”
“I don’t think my case will hold.” Professor Plum says pacing back and forth looking for a place to store the greasy tool.
“You didn’t even try?” asks Mrs. Peacock, “It’s rightfully yours.”
“I’m the bastard son of Benedict Black IV.” Professor Plum says, “I didn’t even know he was my father until I was nearly thirty years old and my father was already dead. What makes you think I can just come in and claim Blackwell Grange to be rightfully mine?”
“Hugh Black spends recklessly.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Bribe some popular charities to earn their favors. You would have enough money to continue your experiments and fund your expeditions. You wouldn’t have to beg your brother for money.”
“It would be nice,” Professor Plum considers, “But it’s no use. Believe me, Patricia, Hugh and Rose haven’t exactly taken kind to me. They gave me a room in this house. That was generous enough; I don’t want to make a complete fool out of myself trying to greedily take it all.”
“You certainly do give up easily.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I’m sure you will reconsider next time you need a little money and you have to grovel.”
Rain begins to trickle and hit the glass roof of the Conservatory. Mrs. Peacock watches as Nurse Silver and Mr. Clay begin to react to the rain and head back to the Conservatory door with Miss Scarlet and Fivel.
“Oh my,” Professor Plum watches as the rain comes down harder.
“Turn on the light in here, it got dark.” Mrs. Peacock says as Fivel runs across the room and turns on the lamp.
“We got inside just in time.” Mr. Clay says, “Minimal wetness.”
Miss Scarlet smiles tongue-in-cheek.
“Thank you so much for teaching me,” Nurse Silver says beaming, “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”
“It’s he the greatest.” Miss Scarlet tosses her hair back and places both arms on Mr. Clay’s left shoulder.
“What can I say,” Mr. Clay laughs nervously, “I’m a popular tennis coach.”
“Do you like snooker?” asks Professor Plum
“Professor!” Mrs. Peacock slaps him on the shoulder
“What?” Professor Plum shrugs taking his pipe from his mouth
“I love playing on the green.” Mr. Clay jokes, “Snooker table or Tennis Court.”
Miss Scarlet and Mrs. Peacock laugh politely.
“Very good,” Professor Plum says, “I hope you ladies don’t mind, but I would like to borrow Mr. Clay here for a game of snooker.”
“Have fun you two!” Miss Scarlet says, “I would simply love to have tea with Nurse Silver and Fivel.”
“Oh,” Nurse Silver takes Fivel’s hand, “I don’t think that would be a good…”
“Nonsense,” Miss Scarlet says with a gentle smile, “I must get to know the people I’m going to be staying with for a week.”
“Care if I join?” Mrs. Peacock invites herself, “I’m curious to hear your story, Constantine.”
“Fivel,” Nurse Silver turns to the boy, “Why don’t you run into the Ballroom and practice your songs.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Fivel runs off through the side door leading into the Ballroom.
“Such a cute boy,” Mrs. Peacock turns around in her seat, watching him run off.
“Yes, he is such a blessing.” Nurse Silver smiles, “So obedient and kindhearted.”
“Takes after his mother?” Mrs. Peacock queries
“Miss Dove is a wonderful boss.” Nurse Silver says, “And a wonderful mother to Fivel. Often times you find that mothers who have nannies for their children don’t spend time with their children, but Miss Dove spends equal time with Fivel as I do. She is very present in his life.”
“She sounds like a perfect fit for Hugh.” Miss Scarlet smirks at her stepmother
“That’s how they fell in love.” Nurse Silver smiles, “They noticed each other and instantly were attracted to each other. Hugh was watching her and Fivel playing in a park and was instantly attracted to her maternal love and companionship.”
“Isn’t that sweet?” Miss Scarlet says, “All he wanted was a child. All those other women must have been barren.”
Mrs. Peacock’s eyes get wide and she bites down hard on her lip
“I’m sure Hugh had his reasons to leave his past women behind.” Nurse Silver says, “We need not bring them up.”
“Yes, Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock stares daggers at her young stepdaughter, “You mustn’t be rude to our hosts.”
“My apologies, Constantine.” Miss Scarlet smiles sarcastically in Nurse Silver’s direction
Yvette enters the room carrying a tea tray.
“Ah, tea is here.” Mrs. Peacock says, “And what a nice young lady you are.” She stares in disapproval at the French maid’s deep cleavage and high skirt.
“Madame,” Yvette nods at Mrs. Peacock
“Tell me child, how long have you been working with Dr. Black?” asks Mrs. Peacock taking a tea cup and filling it with tea.
Yvette looks over at Nurse Silver with a worried expression.
“Yvette is here to assist Mrs. White.” Nurse Silver explains, “Mrs. White is getting a little forgetful. We don’t have the heart to let her go. We plan on letting her stay here until she slows down and retires in our gardens and lounge.”
“How sweet,” Miss Scarlet says, “You’ll keep her around even after she is retired.”
“She is like family to Hugh.” Nurse Silver says, “She was his nanny. I hope one day Fivel and I will have the same relationship as Mrs. White and Hugh.”
“I’m sure you will, dear.” Mrs. Peacock smiles, “Happy endings come to those who deserve it.”
On a rainy loading platform, John Boddy, Colonel Mustard, Mr. Green, and half a dozen other passengers exit the train and open their umbrellas. Soon all that is visible is a small cluster of black umbrellas.
“Is Ash coming down to the station?” asks Mr. Green
“He should have been here by now.” Mr. Boddy says with frustration
“I’ll walk.” Colonel Mustard strays from the group
“What are you thinking, old man?” asks Mr. Boddy
“I’m thinking after a long train ride with you, I need a long walk to clear my bloody brain.” Colonel Mustard snaps
“Charming man,” Mr. Boddy chuckles
“Yeah,” Mr. Green says, “How about we get a private cab.”
“Mr. Ash will be here soon.” Mr. Boddy says
Mr. Green pats the gun in his pocket, ensuring it is still there.
“Why are you so anxious to get there?” asks Mr. Boddy
“It’s not so much getting there.” Mr. Green smirks
“What business do you have with my uncle?” asks Mr. Boddy
“Your Uncle Hugh and I have some mutual coworkers and every now and then we need to meet together and talk some things out. You understand?” Mr. Green lights a cigar under the umbrella
“You needed to talk to him about things that you couldn’t tell him over the telephone.” Mr. Boddy says
“Exactly.” Mr. Green says patting the young man on the shoulder.
“Forgive me for asking, Mr. Green,” Mr. Boddy turns towards Mr. Green, “But whatever business you are doing with my uncle will one day involve me, will it not?”
“It will, if you follow in your uncle’s footsteps and he finds you a necessary component.” Mr. Green puts it plainly, “Though something tells me you won’t.”
“Don’t be so sure of yourself.” Mr. Boddy says noticing Mr. Ash pulling in front of the loading platform.
In the Kitchen of Blackwell Grange, Mrs. White is on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor with a wet soapy brush. The back door opens and thunder crashes loudly.
“Oh dear!” Mrs. White puts her hands over her head.
“It’s me, Mrs. White.” Rusty enters the Kitchen dripping wet.
“Rusty,” Mrs. White stands up, “You are messing up my perfectly good floor.”
“I’m sorry Mrs. White!” Rusty says, “The Gate House was locked. I couldn’t get upstairs to the servant’s quarters.”
Mrs. White reaches into her apron pocket and pulls out a large ring of keys.
“The small one on the left of the large brass one.” Mrs. White puts the ring of keys in his confused hands.
“Do you want me to bring it back after I let myself in?” Rusty asks
“Yes, I need it to tend to the house.” Mrs. White says, “It has the keys to every door in the house.”
“Yes, I can see.” Rusty says puzzled with dozens of keys
“Do wait for the storm to die down.” Mrs. White says, “I’ll put a kettle on the stove.”
“That sounds lovely,” Rusty says, “Oh and a towel.”
Mrs. White disappears into the closet and comes out with a large white towel.
“I was weeding near the boathouse.” Rusty says, “The rain started pouring down out of nowhere. I hurried back as fast as I could, but my knees aren’t what they used to be.”
“Oh, you poor dear,” Mrs. White says settling the tea kettle on the stove, “I just made tea for the ladies in the Conservatory. I had that new girl, Yvette take it in for them. I figured I should start making her actually work.”
“I like the new maid.” Rusty smiles
“All you men are the same.” Mrs. White rolls her eyes and chuckles
“Has Mr. Ash left to the train station yet?” asks Rusty
“Yes,” Mrs. White says, “Mr. Boddy and Colonel Mustard should be here soon.”
“Did the guests like our fish?” asks Rusty
“Yes,” Mrs. White smiles as she stares out the window into the blinding rain, “I remember fishing with my dear Winslow. We would go boating and fish. Just me and him and all the fish around us, swirling and floating endlessly in that small wooden shell.”
“Blanche,” Rusty says putting his hand on her shoulder
Mrs. White rests her head against Rusty’s shoulder and sighs deeply.
“I really loved him.” Mrs. White says as tears well up in her eyes, “I will never forget that.”
Rusty lets go of Mrs. White and walks to the table and rolls up his sleeve, revealing a long scar stretching from his wrist to his elbow.
In the Billiard Room, Professor Plum and Mr. Clay stand at the billiard table setting up the tables for a snooker game. Dr. Black takes a sip of beer as he watches from the bar stool.
“I’ll have you know I’m pretty good at snooker.” Professor Plum says selecting a billiard cue from the wall.
“Enough talking about how good you are,” Dr. Black says, “Show us who the winner is. How much is at stake.”
“Fifty.” Mr. Clay says placing the money on the bar.
Professor Plum matches the bet and places the money together.
“Let the game begin.” Dr. Black says
Miss Dove enters the Billiard Room and kisses her fiancée on the cheek.
“Did you are Mrs. Peacock sort things out.” Dr. Black watches as Mr. Clay aims his shot and pockets a red ball. Dr. Black marks a point under Mr. Clay’s name on a small scrape of paper.
“Well, if Mrs. Peacock’s way of sorting things out is by insulting you and insinuating that you are still cheating, then yes.” Miss Dove says sarcastically
“You know I am not.” Dr. Black says as Professor Plum takes a turn at the snooker table.
“Yes,” Miss Dove says softly, “But I often wonder why you have that young maid working here. I mean I would understand if you were a lonely bachelor, but you are engaged, to me.”
“Yvette is here to help Mrs. White.” Dr. Black says
“Yes, but must she dress like that?” asks Miss Dove
“It’s a tradition,” Dr. Black chuckles, “A French tradition. I don’t want to offend her. You know I only have eyes for you.”
Miss Dove smiles and turns back to the snooker game, “Who is winning?”
“Mr. Clay.” Dr. Black smiles as Professor Plum stares at the money he placed on the bar.
“I used to practice during rainy days at Mrs. Peacock’s home.” Mr. Clay says
“I used to keep a table in the lab.” Professor Plum says confidently as he takes his turn, “Watch this.” Professor Plum misses completely.
“Nice shot.” Dr. Black chuckles at his half-brothers failure
“Oh, be nice!” Miss Dove says
“It looks you are in a pickle here.” Mr. Clay points out as his finishes the game, wining the most points.
“I will have to get you for poker once the colonel arrives!” Professor Plum says to Mr. Clay.
“Are you sure you want to lose more money?” asks Dr. Black hopping off the barstool and walking with Miss Dove and Mr. Clay into the Library. Professor Plum stares at Dr. Black’s back while he enters the Library. As soon as the door is closed he slams his billiard cue angrily down on the billiard table. He notices Mr. Clay didn’t collect the money on the bar and quickly pockets it.
Dr. Black, Miss Dove, and Mr. Clay enter the Library.
“This room is simply magnificent.” Mr. Clay says
“First editions, rare memoirs, and wonderful collectibles,” Dr. Black motions to the high shelves near bookshelf ladders, “Feel free to take some to your room. I’m sure you have a favorite type of book.”
“I prefer romantic.” Mr. Clay says
“I pegged you for a romantic type.” Miss Dove notes
“Romance novels are kept to the left of the fireplace.” Dr. Black points
Mr. Clay bends forward to read the titles on the spines of the books. The Library doors open and Mr. Ash enters the room with young Mr. Boddy and Mr. Green.
“Lyman?” Dr. Black stands up in shock
“Coincidence?” Mr. Green chuckles, “We happened to be on the same train heading to the same place.”
“What are you doing here?” asks Dr. Black, “Where is Colonel Mustard
“He decided to walk.” Mr. Ash explains, “According to Mr. Green and Master Boddy, Colonel Mustard was acting a bit gruff and crotchety so he huffed off into the rain.”
“He should be here soon.” Mr. Green says, “We drove by him on the way.”
Dr. Black turns to Mr. Ash
“I offered to drive him but he ignored me and kept on walking.” Mr. Ash says
“Very well,” Dr. Black says, “Mr. Green, would you care to join me in my Study? I’m sure there is a wonderful story coming with your reason for coming here.”
“It’s a great story, too!” Mr. Green says as him and Dr. Black exit the Library.
“Miss Dove,” Mr. Boddy reaches out and takes her hand, kissing it, “I’ve heard so much about my lovely soon-to-be Aunt.”
“Thank you, John.” Miss Dove says, “Sit, sit.”
Mr. Boddy sits down on the sofa next to her, “I take it you’ve found your way around Blackwell Grange easily?”
“It’s such a large house.” Miss Dove chuckles, “It took a week or so to get used to the upstairs hallways and servant’s stairways. Plus I was just informed about a secret passageway today.”
Mr. Boddy chuckles, “That is truly amusing. I used to explore every inch of this house and never once found any secret passageways.”
“Shall I take your luggage to you room, Master Boddy.” Mr. Ash asks
Mr. Boddy flicks his wrist in the butler’s direction, indicating to take the luggage upstairs. Mr. Ash takes the suitcases and exits the Library.
“So,” Mr. Boddy says once Mr. Ash has left, “I must ask you, have the two of you had sex?”
“Excuse me?” Miss Dove chokes, “That is personal.”
“I’m just curious.” Mr. Boddy says, “Something tells me you haven’t. Sure there has been teasing but no actual sex yet.”
“What has that to do with anything?” asks Miss Dove
“Uncle Hugh is all about women and their bodies.” Mr. Boddy says, “You are something new that he desires to be with. I am just concerned that you have translated his lust and diamonds as actually love.”
Miss Dove stares down at her diamond ring as her smile fades, “He loves me.”
“He wants to claim you and then move on to claim another.” Mr. Boddy says, “We thought he was better until he invited you to move in after barely knowing you.”
Miss Dove stands up from the sofa.
“Have I upset you?” asks Mr. Boddy
“You know damn well what you did.” Miss Dove leaves the Library holding back tears.
In the Hall, Mrs. White bumps into Mr. Ash, who is carrying Mr. Boddy’s luggage.
“Mr. Ash,” Mrs. White stops him
“What is it, Mrs. White?” asks Mr. Ash with impatience
“I thought I would let you know, I have made the left over fish from breakfast into fish sandwiches for lunch.” Mrs. White smiles cheerfully
“Mrs. White, prepare a simple soup and salad; perhaps tomato soup and cheese sandwiches, but no fish!” Mr. Ash says
“But Rusty and I caught them this morning.” Mrs. White frowns, “We went out at dawn and sat by the rocks with our fishing poles.”
“Yes I am aware,” Mr. Ash says, “You told me this morning.”
“Oh, I am sorry, Reggie.” Mrs. White says, “I seem to be a little oblivious lately.”
“No fish.” Mr. Ash says turning and climbing the stairs to the second floor
“No fish.” Mrs. White repeats walking across the Hall to the Conservatory. She is about to enter and collect the tea tray, but stops when she hears angry voices from inside the room.
“Mother, you are being ridiculous!” Miss Scarlet shrieks inside the Conservatory, “You are a jealous liar. Why must you always try and ruin something that makes me happy?”
“I am not lying, Vivienne.” Mrs. Peacock says
“You and Chandler never had anything between the two of you!” Miss Scarlet insists
“It was a brief affair.” Mrs. Peacock admits, “It meant nothing. That is why I ask that the two of you keep whatever you have out of my face. I don’t like seeing you with someone I have already… gotten to know.”
“You disgust me!” Miss Scarlet says, “I can’t believe you.”
“It shouldn’t bother you.” Mrs. Peacock says, “You have told me time and time again that you and Chandler are nothing more than friends.”
“We aren’t anything more than friends!” Miss Scarlet says
“Besides, he seems to be interested in that lovely Nurse Silver.” Mrs. Peacock says
“I’ve noticed.” Miss Scarlet says with bitterness
“Honestly, Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “If he would have an affair with me then try to go after you, should you really even trust him? I made a mistake and I had no idea he would ever try to go after you.”
“I just feel so stupid.” Miss Scarlet says, “I thought…”
“He was nothing more than a friend to you,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Why does it matter to you?”
Miss Scarlet rushes over to the Conservatory door and exits, rushing past Mrs. White.
“Are you finished with the tea?” Mrs. White asks
Mrs. Peacock sighs and nods.
Outside the Gates of Blackwell Grange, Colonel Mustard watches the rain hit the high roof and gargoyles from the dryness of his umbrella. He watches as Rusty Naylor walks over to the Gate House with a large ring of keys. Colonel Mustard takes a deep breath and enters through the Gates and towards the driveway. His walking is precise and militant. He approaches the porte cochere and closes his umbrella. He pulls the chain to the doorbell and waits patiently. Yvette answers the door.
“Hello, monsieur.” Yvette greets Colonel Mustard, taking his wet coat and umbrella and putting them in the Cloak Room, “You must be Colonel Mustard.”
“And you must be?” Colonel Mustard fishes for an introduction
“Yvette.” She responds
“Yvette.” Colonel Mustard repeats, “Yvette, can you find me a tall glass of scotch and a fine cigar? I will be in the Lounge with my feet up.”
Colonel Mustard enters the Lounge, leaving Yvette alone in the Hall with his single duffle bag.
In the Study, Dr. Black opens his liquor cabinet for Mr. Green, “Help yourself to a drink.”
“A bit too early for that.” Mr. Green says, “It’s nearly lunch.”
“What brings you to Blackwell Grange?” asks Dr. Black
“Cutting to the point so quickly?” asks Mr. Green
“I’m just wondering if I am still going to be able to enjoy this weekend or if I’m about to get tied up in something stressful and time consuming.” Dr. Black says
“Your nephew exploded at Colonel Mustard for not finding his parents.” Mr. Green says
“Those two will never get along.” Dr. Black says, “I have completely given up on trying to mend wounds.”
“Your nephew also witnessed me getting rid of that private investigator that was digging into Meadow-Brook’s life.” Mr. Green says
“I beg your pardon?” asks Dr. Black slamming the liquor cabinet doors loudly.
“He saw me dump the PI into the harbor.” Mr. Green says, “He hasn’t hinted at knowing anything.”
“So what are you here to talk to me about?” asks Dr. Black
“You never cared for John.” Mr. Green says
“He was a loathsome brat.” Dr. Black says, “But he is at this time still my heir.”
“Haven’t you changed your will to young Fivel?” asks Mr. Green
“I am planning on waiting till after the wedding.” Dr. Black says, “Based on my track record, engagements aren’t always definite.”
“What value do you put John’s life that?” Mr. Green takes a cigar from his top pocket and a matchbox from his pants pocket.
“Are you suggesting ending the life of my nephew?” Dr. Black asks
“Come on, Hughie, I was just curious as to whether threats or money would be the way to silence young Johnny?” Mr. Green asks
“I am going to ignore the fact that you just asked for permission to assassinate my nephew.” Dr. Black says, “Bribe the brat. He will never say no to money.”
Mr. Green lights his cigar, “Well now that we have that little issue sorted out, I hear there is a boating trip?”
“Are you inviting yourself?” asks Dr. Black
“Well I do need to deal with business with your nephew.” Mr. Green says, “Perhaps inviting me to stay would make it seem more natural when I talk to young Johnny.”
“Fine.” Dr. Black says
“Thank you for the cordial invitation.” Mr. Green says
“You didn’t get an invitation because I never know how or where to get ahold of you.” Dr. Black says, “You are always welcome under my roof. Deal with the issue with my nephew. I will give you the money to bribe him with.”
“Really?” Mr. Green asks
“He’s expensive and I know you won’t be able to afford his constant bribery.” Dr. Black says
“I appreciate it.” Mr. Green says
“So,” Dr. Black folds his hands on his desk, “How was the lovely train ride with my charming nephew.”
Mr. Green pulls out his silver Revolver from his pocket, “I showed him my gun. The boy seems interested in shooting.”
“Christ, Lyman, put that thing away.” Dr. Black gasps
“I’ll get it in the drawer in my guest room.” Mr. Green says, “Speaking of that, what room did I get stuck with?”
“Just take the Round Bedroom.” Dr. Black says, “We didn’t put any guests in that room.”
“Any particular reason?” asks Mr. Green
“The closet leaks.” Dr. Black says, “And rain is the forecast for a couple days.”
“Will that interfere with the boating trip?” asks Mr. Green, “I don’t want to be out at sea in a storm.”
“Oh believe me, there are worse storms brewing with the guests.” Dr. Black says staring at Mr. Green’s Revolver and then at the grandfather clock near the door.
“I suppose it is time for lunch.” Dr. Black says, “It’s good to see you Lyman, I’m sure you can find yourself at home.”
“I’ll make my way up to me room and settle in. I only brought the essentials.” Mr. Green says
“For you that could mean an entire suitcase filled with cigars.” Dr. Black chuckles
“You may actually be right.” Mr. Green laughs, “Good to see you again Hughie.”
“Stay out of trouble.” Dr. Black says, “And find out how much money John expects to keep quiet. Just promise me you will keep the gun away.”
“I won’t pull a gun on young Johnny.” Mr. Green promises, “Let me just put it up in my bedroom.”
In the Kitchen, Mrs. White enters with the tea tray to find Rusty entering through the back door with confusion on his face.
“What is the matter, Rusty?” asks Mrs. White as she fills the sink with warm soapy water
“That key ring with all the keys to the house,” Rusty begins, “I unlocked the Gate House and set the key ring down on the table with the blue vase. After I went to my room to change the key ring was gone.”
“Maybe Mr. Ash found it.” Mrs. White suggests
“I don’t think so.” Rusty says, “He is so orderly that he would have given it back to you or hung it on the peg.” Rusty points to a wooden key peg near the back door, “I think one of the guests snatched it.”
“That’s a spooky thought.” Mrs. White says, “That means someone can unlock any door in Blackwell Grange.”
“Should we tell Dr. Black?” asks Rusty
“Not until we are certain it is actually missing.” Mrs. White says, “We don’t need to worry him if you just mislaid it.”
“I’m telling you, Mrs. White, I put it next to the blue vase.” Rusty says
To Be Continued…