Episode 1.09 “The Home of Broken Dreams”
“How can you not know what happened?” Mr. Green paces back in forth in front of Miss Dove.
“I have absolutely no idea what Mrs. White is going on about.” Miss Dove says defensively looking around at the accusing faces around the Hall.
“I called the station.” Mr. Ash says rejoining the group surrounding Miss Dove.
“Your reappearance is hardly a relief.” Mrs. Peacock says scornfully
“My fiancé is dead!” Miss Dove says, “Did no one think letting me grieve would be a good idea? No! You are all grilling me with ludicrous accusations. I didn’t have a damn Shotgun! Stop accusing me of things in front of my son!”
Tension fills the air.
“Perhaps we are not thinking clear.” Colonel Mustard steps forward, handkerchief in hand, “Hugh probably misplaced his footing.”
“There was blood everywhere.” Nurse Silver shutters
“Must we talk like this in front of the child?” Professor Plum takes Fivel by the shoulders and walks him over to the Study doorway where he kneels down and talks softly with the boy.
“My nephew should be here any moment.” Mrs. White says suddenly remembering, “I called him after the incident with the Shotgun!” she glares at Miss Dove, “I think we’ll all feel a lot better if there is at least one officer present.”
“I know I will.” Miss Scarlet clings to Mr. Clay’s arm.
Fivel runs over from the professor to his mother and the two of them make their ways into the Lounge.
Mr. Boddy and Nurse Silver sit on the Hall bench as Mrs. White and Mr. Ash begin to mutter amongst themselves.
Yvette comes down the stairs aiding, by cane, Sir Benedict Black IV.
Mrs. Peacock covers her mouth in disbelief.
“It’s so strange to see him with my own eyes.” Mrs. Peacock says turning to Mr. Green
“Where are the detectives?” Sir Benedict straightens his back and limps in front of the Hall, “Why has no one caught Brunette?”
“Sergeant Gray is on his way.” Mr. Ash says
“Mr. Green,” Sir Benedict sits down on a side chair as his eyes lock with Mr. Green
“Yes,” Mr. Green steps forward
“Why isn’t there a bullet in Brunette’s head?” asks Sir Benedict
Miss Peach places her hand over her heart.
“I don’t know where he is or if he even was the person Johnnie saw.” Mr. Green says
“Take care of it!” Sir Benedict commands as Mr. Ash comes over to his side, “Make sure these guests are properly taken care of in the Lounge, old boy.” He pats the butler on the arm.
“Everyone, if you would kindly wait in the Lounge until the police arrive.” Mr. Ash ushers the group in. Yvette, Mrs. White, and Rusty all remain in the Hall.
“We’ll be much more content when Sergeant Gray arrives, no?” Yvette shrugs
“Do you happen to know this Brunette fellow?” asks Mrs. White
“Why would I know him?” asks Yvette, “Is it because I am French?”
“I just thought,” Mrs. White shrugs, “It’s a small world.”
“Oui,” Yvette picks an invisible piece of lint off her shoulder, “I did know of Monsieur Brunette.”
“Ah?” Sir Benedict stops the group from dispersing into the Lounge.
“You knew him?” Miss Peach walks over to Mrs. White and Yvette. Mr. Ash helps Sir Benedict over to them as well.
“How did you know Brunette?” asks Sir Benedict
“I used to be a maid for a college of Brunette’s.” Yvette says
“I knew you were familiar.” Sir Benedict says, “You were the maid at Prince Azure’s French Chateau.”
“I did attend the art shows.” Yvette says, “But it was before he became mad.”
“So Prince Azure was one of the sickos that liked looking at bloody bodies dangling from canvas?” asks Mr. Green
“Shouldn’t you be dealing with the man who murdered my son?” Sir Benedict asks, as Mr. Green rushes off into the Conservatory.
“Murder?” Miss Scarlet repeats, “I thought…”
“So it is true.” Madame Rose says in absolute terror, “My brother’s fall down the stairs was no accident.”
“Murder?” Professor Plum angrily takes off his glasses, “Who said anything about murder?”
“There was blood.” Mrs. White says
In the Lounge, fifteen minutes later, Mr. Green warms his hands in front of the fireplace while Nurse Silver sits on the window seat looking out into the stormy darkness. The lights flicker again, catching the attention of Professor Plum who is dusting off a stack of books on the piano. Mr. Ash pours Miss Dove a cup of tea while Colonel Mustard taps his hand to the ticking of the grandfather clock. Thunder continues to roll in the distance, enhancing the anticipation. Miss Dove wipes her eyes with her handkerchief.
“You don’t suppose the storm has delayed Sergeant Gray?” asks Nurse Silver placing her palm against the glass.
“You don’t honestly think he was murdered?” Professor Plum says flipping open a book on the piano
“Mr. Clay was attacked.” Mr. Ash says
“Probably by that Brunette fellow.” Professor Plum says
“I do not want to think about it.” Miss Dove says
“You disappeared for an awfully long time.” Colonel Mustard says, “One could say you arranged for pandemonium.”
“If you want to point fingers,” Miss Dove stands up, slamming her teacup on the coffee table, “Didn’t everyone find it odd that Madame Rose leaves the Grange due to these death predictions and arrives back just in time to be a suspect to Mr. Clay’s attack?”
“And Hugh’s murder.” Nurse Silver points out
“We don’t know Hugh was murdered!” Professor Plum closes the book in frustration, “Why is everyone being so goddamn morbid?”
“We’ve all lost someone who was very close to us.” Mr. Ash says, “There is no need for mindless accusations. Let’s wait for the police and the coroner to get here and determine what exactly happened.”
“Oh, Hugh.” Miss Dove sits back down and sobs into her handkerchief, “I should have just agreed to the bloody boating trip rather than fighting it every step of the way.”
“Reggie,” Colonel Mustard places his hand on Mr. Ash’s shoulder, “Can I ask you a question?”
“That depends on what it pertains to.” Mr. Ash says
“Did Hugh fall as badly to alcohol as it was rumored?” asks Colonel Mustard, “In these past few years I wasn’t exactly able to keep my eye on his as closely as I wanted to.”
“Dr. Black suffered from alcoholism for years,” Mr. Ash blinks, emotionlessly, “Did it ever occur to you that maybe you didn’t know Dr. Black as well as you thought you did?”
Colonel Mustard stares blankly at Mr. Ash, “That man was a brother to me.”
“Brotherhood meant nothing to him,” Professor Plum grips the edge of the piano tightly
“Is this yours?” Mr. Green asks bending over near the card table in the corner of the room.
“Is what mine?” asks Professor Plum
Mr. Green stands up holding a bottle of Poison.
In the Study, Miss Scarlet lays her head on Mr. Clay’s shoulder as they both watch rain drizzle down the large windows. Mr. Clay awkwardly rubs his hands on the leather of the sofa they are reclined on.
“I don’t want to stay here another minute.” Mr. Clay says
“We should leave as soon as the police get here.” Miss Scarlet says grasping his hand with her own
“I was nearly killed and no one seems to care.” Mr. Clay says
“I care!” Miss Scarlet takes offense, “I was mortified when I heard what happened to you.”
“My head is still spinning.” Mr. Clay says, “Nurse Silver looked over me to make sure I wasn’t too badly injured.”
“She isn’t a doctor.” Miss Scarlet frowns, “She doesn’t know everything medical.”
“Dr. Black even looked me over.” Mr. Clay says distantly, “How can he be dead? This all has to be some mistake.”
“It seems so unreal.” Miss Scarlet says closing her eyes tightly and letting out a long sigh
“Murder?” Mr. Clay says, “Is that what they are getting at? Was I meant to be murdered?”
“No one knows you!” Miss Scarlet says, “It was probably that sadistic artist that Miss Peach brought with.”
“He could be plucking us all off one by one while we wait for the police to arrive.” Mr. Clay says, “I don’t want to stay here. Let’s get out of here.”
“My stepmother’s chauffeur isn’t even here.” Miss Scarlet says, “He won’t be returning till after the scheduled boating trip.”
“Let’s take a train to London.” Mr. Clay says, “Then we could sail to Spain or Italy.”
“You are honestly suggesting running away together?” Miss Scarlet says, “My stepmother would kill us… sorry, that was a bad choice of words.”
“Vivienne,” Mr. Clay says, “You know how I feel about you.”
“Chandler,” Miss Scarlet sits up quickly
“Hear me out,” Mr. Clay says placing his hand on her shoulders
“No!” Miss Scarlet stands up defensively, “Chandler, look!”
Miss Scarlet’s shaky hand points to the rainy window where the silhouette of a tall, dark man stands looking into the Study.
“It’s Brunette!” Miss Scarlet loses her voice in fear, “It has to be!”
Mr. Clay looks around and notices the Shotgun laying on the floor near the sofa. He quickly grabs it and points it at the window. The figure ducks down as Chandler pulls the trigger, sending shrapnel and glass flying through the Study. Rain begins to pour in as the figure stands back up holding his badge.
“It’s me!” Sergeant Gray says panting heavily, “The doorbell chain is broken and no one heard me knocking! Jesus, what the hell is going on in here?”
In the Conservatory, thunder and lightning cover the sound of the Shotgun blast from across the mansion. Mrs. Peacock and Fivel sit on the wicker loveseat watching as Rusty trims the dead leaves off of various plants.
“I wish the Professor wouldn’t do his experiments in here.” Rusty says, “Do you know how delicate these leaves are? The oils on human hands can damage them!”
“Is my mother going to be okay?” asks Fivel
Mr. Boddy and Miss Peach both look up from where they are sitting, across the room.
“Come here,” Mr. Boddy motions to Fivel
Fivel walks over to him nervously.
“It takes a lot out of you to become part of this family.” Mr. Boddy says, “Sometimes I doubt I was born in the right family. But you and your mother made the choice to be part of this family and that can change anyone. You just need to give her time.”
Fivel nods slowly and wanders around by Rusty.
“That’s the kindest I’ve seen you act.” Miss Peach comments
“I have a soft spot for kids.” Mr. Boddy says, “Especially kids that don’t know whether they will ever see their mother again.”
“Miss Dove is fine.” Miss Peach says
“Miss Dove is not fine.” Mr. Boddy points out, lowering his voice, “Once the police get here and Mrs. White testifies that boy is going to be without a mother. I know too well what that feels like.”
“So do I,” Miss Peach stares sternly at him, “I still can’t connect with my mother!”
“I’m sorry,” Mr. Boddy says, “I didn’t realize.”
“Just save your sympathy for the child.” Miss Peach goes over to Mrs. Peacock.
Mr. Boddy looks down dejectedly. His eyes catch something shiny in the flower box.
“Rusty,” Mr. Boddy says, “You might what to take a look at this.” Mr. Boddy pulls the Candlestick out of the dirt.
In the Hall, Yvette finishes lighting the Fireplace between the Library and Billiard Room doors. Sir Benedict Black sits on the round, red ottoman in front of the fire as Miss Scarlet and Mr. Clay let Sergeant Gray in.
“Dieu merci!” Yvette cries out, “Thank goodness you are here.”
“Sir Benedict?” Sergeant Gray is shocked
“We have a lot of explaining and not a lot of time.” Mr. Clay says
“Everybody slow down,” Sergeant Gray says, “My aunt called me here because she was panicking about…”
“Stuart,” Mrs. White comes from the Dining Room with Madame Rose, “We have something terrible to tell you!”
“Hugh is dead.” Madame Rose says
“What?” asks Sergeant Gray, “I thought you just needed me to look around?”
“There is a man here.” Madame Rose says
“There is factually a man here?” Sergeant Gray asks, “Or is this a premonition?”
“He’s here.” Mr. Clay says, “I was attacked.”
“Hugh was murdered.” Mrs. White hugs her nephew and cries into his shoulder.
“I’m going to need backup.” Sergeant Gray says, “Is Colonel Mustard here?”
“He’s in the Lounge with the others.” Yvette says
“Wait.” Mrs. White says stopping him, “I need to tell you something about Hugh’s fiancée. Something very malicious.”
In the Kitchen, Mr. Ash pours out the left over tea into the sink and begins to straighten up when Monsieur Brunette comes from the shadows holding the Knife. He places the blade to the butler’s throat and Mr. Ash goes pale.
“Vocal chords are so very fragile.” Monsieur Brunette says applying pressure behind the blade, “I once knew an opera singer. She taught me all about the delicateness of vocal chords and how valuable they are. She also told me how easily they can be torn.”
Mr. Ash closes his eyes, embracing the slice from the blade that will deliver him from this world.
“You should rest your voice when the police arrive.” Monsieur Brunette says, “You wouldn’t want to damage them.”
Monsieur Brunette removes the Knife and disappears into the Dining Room. Mr. Ash braces himself on the counter.
“I’m getting too old for this.” He says shakily
In the Lounge, Nurse Silver watches mindlessly as Professor Plum plunks away at the piano.
“It’s out of tune.” Miss Dove says after a moment, “I wonder if that’s why it was covered.”
“It used to be in the Ballroom.” Professor Plum says, “Until Hugh insisted we get a newer one. This one stopped being tuned.”
Colonel Mustard nods, “I remember when that old dusty thing was the centerpiece of the Ballroom. Many Christmases were spent in that Ballroom. The tree was always set up in the back by the windows. Hugh and I would go onto the Lake and watch the maids decorate the tree.”
“I never got to experience Christmas here.” Miss Dove says distantly, “Now I never will.”
Sergeant Gray enters the Lounge with Mrs. White, Madame Rose, Yvette, Sir Benedict Black, Miss Scarlet, and Mr. Clay.
“Oh thank goodness!” Professor Plum takes off his glasses, “Please tell us, how my poor brother died?”
“Everyone, please remain calm.” Sergeant Gray settles the anxious room, “I am calling Scotland Yard.”
In the Study, half an hour later, Miss Scarlet and Mr. Clay lay down towels on the floor where the broken window is.
“I can’t believe you fired.” Miss Scarlet says
“I’m just glad Sergeant Gray wasn’t hurt.” Mr. Clay says
“You wouldn’t hurt a fly,” Miss Scarlet wraps her arms around him, “I find that so cute about you.”
Mr. Clay smiles looking down into Miss Scarlet’s eyes. Their eyes meet in a helpless, yet transcendent way, “You are really beautiful, you know that?”
“I thought you just liked my body,” Miss Scarlet teases, rubbing her hand up his body, “I didn’t think you liked to put emotions with sex.”
Mr. Clay takes Miss Scarlet by the hips and pulls her in front of him. He places his lips upon hers. Miss Scarlet instantly locks her arms around him. She throws her legs around him and he leans her against the desk.
“I love you, Vivienne,” Mr. Clay says, “It took my near death experience today to make me realize it! But I love you!”
“Chandler,” Miss Scarlet grabs him by the back of the head and plants kisses all over his face.
“What are we even doing here?” Mr. Clay laughs motioning to the broken window from the Shotgun’s blast.
“I hope they all rot in hell.” Miss Scarlet laughs
“How can you say that?” Mr. Clay laughs nervously
“They are all rich, snobby stuck up people. They are all screwed up!” Miss Scarlet says, “Look at my stepmother, the black widow they call her, she is seen by the public as a serial killer that picks off rich old men. People think she killed my father.”
“What people?” asks Mr. Clay
“People!” Miss Scarlet says, “The people who read the news and sit at their breakfast tables with their families. Those people talk about the rich ones in the newspaper.”
“I was one of those people.” Mr. Clay says laughing, pulling her to the sofa.
“Yes but growing up rich you never dream of falling for someone of a lower class.” Miss Scarlet chuckles
“Oh, now you are teasing me.” Mr. Clay pouts
“I said they can all rot in hell.” Miss Scarlet says, “I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. All I care about is the man I find answering all my prayers and fulfilling all my dreams. Maybe we should run away together. I want to take a train and a ship with you. We can sail the world and see what it has to offer us.”
The two embrace in a passionate kiss on the sofa. From the doorway of the Study, Nurse Silver listens from outside. She quickly rushes off into the direction of the Dining Room.
In the Kitchen, Mrs. White, Mr. Ash, Yvette, and Rusty all enter the room and surround the table in the center of the room.
“What have you gathered us all here for?” Mr. Ash asks Mrs. White with annoyance
“Have any of you three thought about the big question that affects us?” asks Mrs. White
“What question?” asks Rusty
“Who is going to be our boss now that Dr. Black is gone?” Mrs. White says sternly, holding back tears, “Is it Sir Benedict
or is it that Dove woman? Because if it’s that Dove woman I am leaving.” Mrs. White begins crying
“Mrs. White, calm yourself please,” Mr. Ash places his hand on her shoulder
“I know she killed Hugh!” Mrs. White says, “She took that Shotgun and ran after him then I heard that blast and then he was dumped down those stairs in a bloody heap!”
“Please!” Yvette screams in a shrill cracky voice, “I can’t stand to listen anymore! We will find out soon enough.”
“I agree with Yvette.” Mr. Ash says
“You know your job is safe,” Mrs. White gets in Yvette’s face
“Get out of my face,” Yvette tries to move Mrs. White back, but the old woman keeps pushing at her until she has her backed against the counter. Mrs. White grabs the Wrench from the counter and points it at the frightened French girl.
“Mon Dieu!” Yvette screams, “What are you doing to me?”
“Mrs. White!” Mr. Ash pulls Mrs. White off the girl and disarms the Wrench from her, “What in god’s name has come over you?”
“You heard what she said in the Hall.” Mrs. White says, “She used to know him. Is it some coincidence that Brunette returns so soon after this girl’s recent hiring?”
“Mrs. White, honestly?” Rusty gasps
“Go on,” Mr. Ash ignores Rusty, taking interest in what Mrs. White is proposing
“I did not know Brunette personally. I knew of the man!” Yvette says, tears streaming down her shaky face
“Bullshit!” Mrs. White swears angrily, and out of character
“Blanche,” Rusty comes over and tries to calm Mrs. White
“She’s right, Rusty,” Mr. Ash says, not taking his eyes off the shaking French maid, “She knows more about Brunette than she is letting on.”
Mrs. White takes the Wrench back from Mr. Ash and points it at Yvette, “You better tell us the truth, missy.”
“Il a tué ma mère!” Yvette cries out, sliding against the cupboards to the floor
“What is she saying?” asks Rusty
“Something about her mother.” Mr. Ash says, “I know very little French.”
“Brunette killed my mother!” Yvette says tears mixing with her eye makeup, blackening her cheeks, “He butchered her! He murdered her!”
“Did he know you were working here?” asks Mrs. White in horror
“I don’t not know!” Yvette says as Mr. Ash helps her to her feet.
Rusty takes the Wrench from Mrs. White, who sits down at the table.
“It could be that just as Benedict was covering for Hugh’s crimes and unbeknownst to Brunette switched roles to save a life, Yvette two was a mere twist of fate.”
“You don’t suppose that Brunette saw Hugh and recognized Hugh for what he really was and killed him?” asks Mrs. White
“Yes!” Yvette says
“No.” Mr. Ash says. He and Yvette both look at each other.
“Brunette is still in hiding,” Mr. Ash says, “I know the type of psychopath Brunette is. He would be standing proudly next to Hugh’s corpse showing us what he had done. Someone else got to Hugh first. No doubt Brunette is snooping around and knows of Hugh’s death by now.”
“You saw him?” asks Mrs. White
“I saw nothing…” Mr. Ash says blatantly showing something to be wrong
“Where is my nephew?” asks Mrs. White, scratching the back of her head nervously, “Stuart?” she calls as she reenters the Hall and looks around, “Stuart we need to talk.”
“Hello, Blanche,” Colonel Mustard says from the Ballroom doorway, he is holding a magnifying glass, “We are searching for clues.”
“Leave that for the inspectors!” Mrs. White drags him into the Hall
“I say,” Colonel Mustard removes his monocle, “You are looking terribly pale.”
“Colonel Mustard, where is Sergeant Gray?” Mrs. White takes a deep breath in
“I’d say him and Mr. Green took a little walk out back.” Colonel Mustard says, “I saw them heading out of the Conservatory sporting umbrellas and flashlights. The rain has died down but it’s still enough to get you wet.”
“They are out there while that blood thirsty artist prowls the mansion?” Mrs. White panics uncontrollably
“Brunette has only been speculated to have been seen by Boddy earlier today.” Colonel Mustard says, “And the way that boy has been acting, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t see anything at all.”
“Brunette is in the house!” Mrs. White whispers breathlessly
“Are you drunk?” asks Colonel Mustard
“What?” Mrs. White clenches her teeth in bewildered frustration
“Have you been drinking?” asks Colonel Mustard, clearing his throat
“I just need to find my nephew and tell him that we need Scotland Yard to hurry up and get here because I am starting to feel very uncomfortable with Brunette prowling the house.” Mrs. White says
“Mrs. White,” Colonel Mustard says, “He’s more afraid of us.”
“Colonel, I appreciate your reassuring words,” Mrs. White says, “But I don’t…”
“He knows we love Hugh.” Colonel Mustard says, “He knows that he will be caught for what he did.”
“Colonel,” Mrs. White’s shoulders drop
“I’ll take out the bastard myself if I have to.” Colonel Mustard says, “A quick flick of my blade to his throat and he will drop for killing my closest friend.” Colonel Mustard keeps a stiff lip.
“I miss him so much.” Mrs. White glances towards the Cellar door.
“No,” Colonel Mustard turns her face away from the Cellar door, “Don’t remember him for how he was down there. You can never remember Hugh that way! Remember the good memories, the smiles, the laugh, all of the good things!”
“I will.” Mrs. White embraces the Colonel courageously
“You have to keep those memories in your heart forever.” Colonel Mustard says
“I will.” Mrs. White squeezes him tightly, “You loved him dearly.”
Colonel Mustard lets goes of Mrs. White, “I did.”
“He always spoke of you.” Mrs. White says, “You were his best friend from childhood, you were his closest confidante, you were even his ardent lover for a brief time if memory serves me right.”
Colonel Mustard’s face goes pale.
“I bear no grudge.” Mrs. White shrugs her shoulders, “It has always made sense.”
“What made sense?” asks Colonel Mustard
“Why you never found a wife.” Mrs. White says, “I soon caught on that your little roll in the sheets with Hugh wasn’t just two teen boys experimenting.”
“Blanche,” Colonel Mustard puts up his hand
“You truly, truly loved Hugh.” Mrs. White says, tears forming in her eyes, “But he grew up and wanted women, women, and more women. Nothing but women. He tossed away you when he outgrew you.” Mrs. White pauses, “And he never saw me there!”
“You?” Colonel Mustard begs from the ottoman in front of the fireplace, where he has stumbled, crying.
Mrs. White sits next to him, “I loved him too. I wanted to be Mrs. Blanche Black for so many years. So many woman came through.”
“All of them worse than the last.” Colonel Mustard shrugs, wiping his eyes
“This is an unusual things that bonds us.” Mrs. White says, “You’ll have to tell me what it was like sharing the bed of a member of the Black.”
“Another tale for another time,” Colonel Mustard says, “Not tonight.”
In her bedroom, Miss Dove enters the dark room holding a large white envelope and guides herself over to her vanity where she turns on the lamp, lighting up the whole room. She jumps when she sees Sir Benedict Black sitting on her bed leaning on his cane. She quickly slides the envelope behind her back as she backs against the wall.
“You startled me.” Miss Dove says inconspicuously dropping the envelope behind the vanity, “Forgive me, but I, like your son, the Professor, am not used to seeing you. I thought you were dead and were only going to be imagined in stories. It is going to take a bit of getting used to.”
“Fair enough,” Sir Benedict says, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“I find that to be a blatant lie, seeing as how you were waiting in my bedroom in the dark,” Miss Dove says, “I think you were trying to scare me, Sir Benedict. Now would you please tell me what it is you want, I would like to be alone?”
“I just wanted to answer a question that has probably raised in your mind.” Sir Benedict says
“What question would that be,” Miss Dove says taking off her pearls and draping them over her mirror.
“I am the new owner of Blackwell Grange.” Sir Benedict says, “The will stimulates that I inherit in the event of my son’s demise.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit unfair?” Miss Dove says, “What lawyer would put you in the will as heir when everyone thinks you are dead?”
“This lawyer is a good family friend that gets paid a good salary to keep certain secrets that won’t be necessary to be kept secret anymore.” Sir Bendict says staring at Miss Dove’s back.
Miss Dove turns to face him, “I’ll have you know, as soon as the police tell us they have Brunette and we are free to go, Fivel and I are leaving.”
“You hadn’t even considered what you would do as the heir to Blackwell Grange?” asks Sir Benedict
“No!” Miss Dove says, “I was asking because you have another son that you never got time to meet who deserves to be heir.”
“Yes, I know.” Sir Benedict says, “And don’t you think that maybe he would like to inherit the mansion from me one day?”
“And don’t forget about your daughter, Rose!” Miss Dove crosses her arms, “I heard what you did to her when she was younger.”
“We do what we have to do.” Sir Benedict says, “I heard Fivel’s father died under very unclear circumstances pertaining to domestic abuse.”
“I’ll have you know,” Miss Dove says, “Fivel’s father is alive. Don’t pretend you know so much about me, Ben, I have a lot of layers and a lot of secrets.”
Sir Benedict Black stares at the woman for a moment
“Oh I know that,” Sir Benedict says staring at Miss Dove, “I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Oh?” Miss Dove plays with her bottle of perfume and spritzes the air gently.
“That’s why I knew you would fit into this family so well,” Sir Benedict says, “You have too much innocence tucked away.”
“Trust me,” Miss Dove says staring at herself in the mirror, fixing her lipstick, “If I really wanted to, Mrs. Peacock would be dead right now.”
“Good to hear.” Sir Benedict says
“I stole the Professor’s poison.” Miss Dove says, “Took a little sample out of it just in case.”
“Did you know I was being poisoned?” asks Sir Benedict nonchalantly
“I figured you had a reason to suddenly be so active and out of bed since Hugh died.” Miss Dove says, “Was Hugh poisoning you to keep you quiet.”
“No, no,” Sir Benedict says, “Quite the opposite.”
“Do tell,” Miss Dove says
“I was drugging myself. Nearly comatose the sweet morphine drip.” Sir Benedict chuckles, “But as soon as I got news of Hugh’s demise, I had Yvette replace my morphine with sugar water and I began to build up my strength.”
“You built up your strength in a few hours?” asks Miss Dove
“Oh no,” Sir Benedict says, “You misunderstood me. I said I started building up my strength when I knew about Hugh’s demise. I have known about Hugh’s demise for a few weeks.”
To Be Continued…
“I have absolutely no idea what Mrs. White is going on about.” Miss Dove says defensively looking around at the accusing faces around the Hall.
“I called the station.” Mr. Ash says rejoining the group surrounding Miss Dove.
“Your reappearance is hardly a relief.” Mrs. Peacock says scornfully
“My fiancé is dead!” Miss Dove says, “Did no one think letting me grieve would be a good idea? No! You are all grilling me with ludicrous accusations. I didn’t have a damn Shotgun! Stop accusing me of things in front of my son!”
Tension fills the air.
“Perhaps we are not thinking clear.” Colonel Mustard steps forward, handkerchief in hand, “Hugh probably misplaced his footing.”
“There was blood everywhere.” Nurse Silver shutters
“Must we talk like this in front of the child?” Professor Plum takes Fivel by the shoulders and walks him over to the Study doorway where he kneels down and talks softly with the boy.
“My nephew should be here any moment.” Mrs. White says suddenly remembering, “I called him after the incident with the Shotgun!” she glares at Miss Dove, “I think we’ll all feel a lot better if there is at least one officer present.”
“I know I will.” Miss Scarlet clings to Mr. Clay’s arm.
Fivel runs over from the professor to his mother and the two of them make their ways into the Lounge.
Mr. Boddy and Nurse Silver sit on the Hall bench as Mrs. White and Mr. Ash begin to mutter amongst themselves.
Yvette comes down the stairs aiding, by cane, Sir Benedict Black IV.
Mrs. Peacock covers her mouth in disbelief.
“It’s so strange to see him with my own eyes.” Mrs. Peacock says turning to Mr. Green
“Where are the detectives?” Sir Benedict straightens his back and limps in front of the Hall, “Why has no one caught Brunette?”
“Sergeant Gray is on his way.” Mr. Ash says
“Mr. Green,” Sir Benedict sits down on a side chair as his eyes lock with Mr. Green
“Yes,” Mr. Green steps forward
“Why isn’t there a bullet in Brunette’s head?” asks Sir Benedict
Miss Peach places her hand over her heart.
“I don’t know where he is or if he even was the person Johnnie saw.” Mr. Green says
“Take care of it!” Sir Benedict commands as Mr. Ash comes over to his side, “Make sure these guests are properly taken care of in the Lounge, old boy.” He pats the butler on the arm.
“Everyone, if you would kindly wait in the Lounge until the police arrive.” Mr. Ash ushers the group in. Yvette, Mrs. White, and Rusty all remain in the Hall.
“We’ll be much more content when Sergeant Gray arrives, no?” Yvette shrugs
“Do you happen to know this Brunette fellow?” asks Mrs. White
“Why would I know him?” asks Yvette, “Is it because I am French?”
“I just thought,” Mrs. White shrugs, “It’s a small world.”
“Oui,” Yvette picks an invisible piece of lint off her shoulder, “I did know of Monsieur Brunette.”
“Ah?” Sir Benedict stops the group from dispersing into the Lounge.
“You knew him?” Miss Peach walks over to Mrs. White and Yvette. Mr. Ash helps Sir Benedict over to them as well.
“How did you know Brunette?” asks Sir Benedict
“I used to be a maid for a college of Brunette’s.” Yvette says
“I knew you were familiar.” Sir Benedict says, “You were the maid at Prince Azure’s French Chateau.”
“I did attend the art shows.” Yvette says, “But it was before he became mad.”
“So Prince Azure was one of the sickos that liked looking at bloody bodies dangling from canvas?” asks Mr. Green
“Shouldn’t you be dealing with the man who murdered my son?” Sir Benedict asks, as Mr. Green rushes off into the Conservatory.
“Murder?” Miss Scarlet repeats, “I thought…”
“So it is true.” Madame Rose says in absolute terror, “My brother’s fall down the stairs was no accident.”
“Murder?” Professor Plum angrily takes off his glasses, “Who said anything about murder?”
“There was blood.” Mrs. White says
In the Lounge, fifteen minutes later, Mr. Green warms his hands in front of the fireplace while Nurse Silver sits on the window seat looking out into the stormy darkness. The lights flicker again, catching the attention of Professor Plum who is dusting off a stack of books on the piano. Mr. Ash pours Miss Dove a cup of tea while Colonel Mustard taps his hand to the ticking of the grandfather clock. Thunder continues to roll in the distance, enhancing the anticipation. Miss Dove wipes her eyes with her handkerchief.
“You don’t suppose the storm has delayed Sergeant Gray?” asks Nurse Silver placing her palm against the glass.
“You don’t honestly think he was murdered?” Professor Plum says flipping open a book on the piano
“Mr. Clay was attacked.” Mr. Ash says
“Probably by that Brunette fellow.” Professor Plum says
“I do not want to think about it.” Miss Dove says
“You disappeared for an awfully long time.” Colonel Mustard says, “One could say you arranged for pandemonium.”
“If you want to point fingers,” Miss Dove stands up, slamming her teacup on the coffee table, “Didn’t everyone find it odd that Madame Rose leaves the Grange due to these death predictions and arrives back just in time to be a suspect to Mr. Clay’s attack?”
“And Hugh’s murder.” Nurse Silver points out
“We don’t know Hugh was murdered!” Professor Plum closes the book in frustration, “Why is everyone being so goddamn morbid?”
“We’ve all lost someone who was very close to us.” Mr. Ash says, “There is no need for mindless accusations. Let’s wait for the police and the coroner to get here and determine what exactly happened.”
“Oh, Hugh.” Miss Dove sits back down and sobs into her handkerchief, “I should have just agreed to the bloody boating trip rather than fighting it every step of the way.”
“Reggie,” Colonel Mustard places his hand on Mr. Ash’s shoulder, “Can I ask you a question?”
“That depends on what it pertains to.” Mr. Ash says
“Did Hugh fall as badly to alcohol as it was rumored?” asks Colonel Mustard, “In these past few years I wasn’t exactly able to keep my eye on his as closely as I wanted to.”
“Dr. Black suffered from alcoholism for years,” Mr. Ash blinks, emotionlessly, “Did it ever occur to you that maybe you didn’t know Dr. Black as well as you thought you did?”
Colonel Mustard stares blankly at Mr. Ash, “That man was a brother to me.”
“Brotherhood meant nothing to him,” Professor Plum grips the edge of the piano tightly
“Is this yours?” Mr. Green asks bending over near the card table in the corner of the room.
“Is what mine?” asks Professor Plum
Mr. Green stands up holding a bottle of Poison.
In the Study, Miss Scarlet lays her head on Mr. Clay’s shoulder as they both watch rain drizzle down the large windows. Mr. Clay awkwardly rubs his hands on the leather of the sofa they are reclined on.
“I don’t want to stay here another minute.” Mr. Clay says
“We should leave as soon as the police get here.” Miss Scarlet says grasping his hand with her own
“I was nearly killed and no one seems to care.” Mr. Clay says
“I care!” Miss Scarlet takes offense, “I was mortified when I heard what happened to you.”
“My head is still spinning.” Mr. Clay says, “Nurse Silver looked over me to make sure I wasn’t too badly injured.”
“She isn’t a doctor.” Miss Scarlet frowns, “She doesn’t know everything medical.”
“Dr. Black even looked me over.” Mr. Clay says distantly, “How can he be dead? This all has to be some mistake.”
“It seems so unreal.” Miss Scarlet says closing her eyes tightly and letting out a long sigh
“Murder?” Mr. Clay says, “Is that what they are getting at? Was I meant to be murdered?”
“No one knows you!” Miss Scarlet says, “It was probably that sadistic artist that Miss Peach brought with.”
“He could be plucking us all off one by one while we wait for the police to arrive.” Mr. Clay says, “I don’t want to stay here. Let’s get out of here.”
“My stepmother’s chauffeur isn’t even here.” Miss Scarlet says, “He won’t be returning till after the scheduled boating trip.”
“Let’s take a train to London.” Mr. Clay says, “Then we could sail to Spain or Italy.”
“You are honestly suggesting running away together?” Miss Scarlet says, “My stepmother would kill us… sorry, that was a bad choice of words.”
“Vivienne,” Mr. Clay says, “You know how I feel about you.”
“Chandler,” Miss Scarlet sits up quickly
“Hear me out,” Mr. Clay says placing his hand on her shoulders
“No!” Miss Scarlet stands up defensively, “Chandler, look!”
Miss Scarlet’s shaky hand points to the rainy window where the silhouette of a tall, dark man stands looking into the Study.
“It’s Brunette!” Miss Scarlet loses her voice in fear, “It has to be!”
Mr. Clay looks around and notices the Shotgun laying on the floor near the sofa. He quickly grabs it and points it at the window. The figure ducks down as Chandler pulls the trigger, sending shrapnel and glass flying through the Study. Rain begins to pour in as the figure stands back up holding his badge.
“It’s me!” Sergeant Gray says panting heavily, “The doorbell chain is broken and no one heard me knocking! Jesus, what the hell is going on in here?”
In the Conservatory, thunder and lightning cover the sound of the Shotgun blast from across the mansion. Mrs. Peacock and Fivel sit on the wicker loveseat watching as Rusty trims the dead leaves off of various plants.
“I wish the Professor wouldn’t do his experiments in here.” Rusty says, “Do you know how delicate these leaves are? The oils on human hands can damage them!”
“Is my mother going to be okay?” asks Fivel
Mr. Boddy and Miss Peach both look up from where they are sitting, across the room.
“Come here,” Mr. Boddy motions to Fivel
Fivel walks over to him nervously.
“It takes a lot out of you to become part of this family.” Mr. Boddy says, “Sometimes I doubt I was born in the right family. But you and your mother made the choice to be part of this family and that can change anyone. You just need to give her time.”
Fivel nods slowly and wanders around by Rusty.
“That’s the kindest I’ve seen you act.” Miss Peach comments
“I have a soft spot for kids.” Mr. Boddy says, “Especially kids that don’t know whether they will ever see their mother again.”
“Miss Dove is fine.” Miss Peach says
“Miss Dove is not fine.” Mr. Boddy points out, lowering his voice, “Once the police get here and Mrs. White testifies that boy is going to be without a mother. I know too well what that feels like.”
“So do I,” Miss Peach stares sternly at him, “I still can’t connect with my mother!”
“I’m sorry,” Mr. Boddy says, “I didn’t realize.”
“Just save your sympathy for the child.” Miss Peach goes over to Mrs. Peacock.
Mr. Boddy looks down dejectedly. His eyes catch something shiny in the flower box.
“Rusty,” Mr. Boddy says, “You might what to take a look at this.” Mr. Boddy pulls the Candlestick out of the dirt.
In the Hall, Yvette finishes lighting the Fireplace between the Library and Billiard Room doors. Sir Benedict Black sits on the round, red ottoman in front of the fire as Miss Scarlet and Mr. Clay let Sergeant Gray in.
“Dieu merci!” Yvette cries out, “Thank goodness you are here.”
“Sir Benedict?” Sergeant Gray is shocked
“We have a lot of explaining and not a lot of time.” Mr. Clay says
“Everybody slow down,” Sergeant Gray says, “My aunt called me here because she was panicking about…”
“Stuart,” Mrs. White comes from the Dining Room with Madame Rose, “We have something terrible to tell you!”
“Hugh is dead.” Madame Rose says
“What?” asks Sergeant Gray, “I thought you just needed me to look around?”
“There is a man here.” Madame Rose says
“There is factually a man here?” Sergeant Gray asks, “Or is this a premonition?”
“He’s here.” Mr. Clay says, “I was attacked.”
“Hugh was murdered.” Mrs. White hugs her nephew and cries into his shoulder.
“I’m going to need backup.” Sergeant Gray says, “Is Colonel Mustard here?”
“He’s in the Lounge with the others.” Yvette says
“Wait.” Mrs. White says stopping him, “I need to tell you something about Hugh’s fiancée. Something very malicious.”
In the Kitchen, Mr. Ash pours out the left over tea into the sink and begins to straighten up when Monsieur Brunette comes from the shadows holding the Knife. He places the blade to the butler’s throat and Mr. Ash goes pale.
“Vocal chords are so very fragile.” Monsieur Brunette says applying pressure behind the blade, “I once knew an opera singer. She taught me all about the delicateness of vocal chords and how valuable they are. She also told me how easily they can be torn.”
Mr. Ash closes his eyes, embracing the slice from the blade that will deliver him from this world.
“You should rest your voice when the police arrive.” Monsieur Brunette says, “You wouldn’t want to damage them.”
Monsieur Brunette removes the Knife and disappears into the Dining Room. Mr. Ash braces himself on the counter.
“I’m getting too old for this.” He says shakily
In the Lounge, Nurse Silver watches mindlessly as Professor Plum plunks away at the piano.
“It’s out of tune.” Miss Dove says after a moment, “I wonder if that’s why it was covered.”
“It used to be in the Ballroom.” Professor Plum says, “Until Hugh insisted we get a newer one. This one stopped being tuned.”
Colonel Mustard nods, “I remember when that old dusty thing was the centerpiece of the Ballroom. Many Christmases were spent in that Ballroom. The tree was always set up in the back by the windows. Hugh and I would go onto the Lake and watch the maids decorate the tree.”
“I never got to experience Christmas here.” Miss Dove says distantly, “Now I never will.”
Sergeant Gray enters the Lounge with Mrs. White, Madame Rose, Yvette, Sir Benedict Black, Miss Scarlet, and Mr. Clay.
“Oh thank goodness!” Professor Plum takes off his glasses, “Please tell us, how my poor brother died?”
“Everyone, please remain calm.” Sergeant Gray settles the anxious room, “I am calling Scotland Yard.”
In the Study, half an hour later, Miss Scarlet and Mr. Clay lay down towels on the floor where the broken window is.
“I can’t believe you fired.” Miss Scarlet says
“I’m just glad Sergeant Gray wasn’t hurt.” Mr. Clay says
“You wouldn’t hurt a fly,” Miss Scarlet wraps her arms around him, “I find that so cute about you.”
Mr. Clay smiles looking down into Miss Scarlet’s eyes. Their eyes meet in a helpless, yet transcendent way, “You are really beautiful, you know that?”
“I thought you just liked my body,” Miss Scarlet teases, rubbing her hand up his body, “I didn’t think you liked to put emotions with sex.”
Mr. Clay takes Miss Scarlet by the hips and pulls her in front of him. He places his lips upon hers. Miss Scarlet instantly locks her arms around him. She throws her legs around him and he leans her against the desk.
“I love you, Vivienne,” Mr. Clay says, “It took my near death experience today to make me realize it! But I love you!”
“Chandler,” Miss Scarlet grabs him by the back of the head and plants kisses all over his face.
“What are we even doing here?” Mr. Clay laughs motioning to the broken window from the Shotgun’s blast.
“I hope they all rot in hell.” Miss Scarlet laughs
“How can you say that?” Mr. Clay laughs nervously
“They are all rich, snobby stuck up people. They are all screwed up!” Miss Scarlet says, “Look at my stepmother, the black widow they call her, she is seen by the public as a serial killer that picks off rich old men. People think she killed my father.”
“What people?” asks Mr. Clay
“People!” Miss Scarlet says, “The people who read the news and sit at their breakfast tables with their families. Those people talk about the rich ones in the newspaper.”
“I was one of those people.” Mr. Clay says laughing, pulling her to the sofa.
“Yes but growing up rich you never dream of falling for someone of a lower class.” Miss Scarlet chuckles
“Oh, now you are teasing me.” Mr. Clay pouts
“I said they can all rot in hell.” Miss Scarlet says, “I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. All I care about is the man I find answering all my prayers and fulfilling all my dreams. Maybe we should run away together. I want to take a train and a ship with you. We can sail the world and see what it has to offer us.”
The two embrace in a passionate kiss on the sofa. From the doorway of the Study, Nurse Silver listens from outside. She quickly rushes off into the direction of the Dining Room.
In the Kitchen, Mrs. White, Mr. Ash, Yvette, and Rusty all enter the room and surround the table in the center of the room.
“What have you gathered us all here for?” Mr. Ash asks Mrs. White with annoyance
“Have any of you three thought about the big question that affects us?” asks Mrs. White
“What question?” asks Rusty
“Who is going to be our boss now that Dr. Black is gone?” Mrs. White says sternly, holding back tears, “Is it Sir Benedict
or is it that Dove woman? Because if it’s that Dove woman I am leaving.” Mrs. White begins crying
“Mrs. White, calm yourself please,” Mr. Ash places his hand on her shoulder
“I know she killed Hugh!” Mrs. White says, “She took that Shotgun and ran after him then I heard that blast and then he was dumped down those stairs in a bloody heap!”
“Please!” Yvette screams in a shrill cracky voice, “I can’t stand to listen anymore! We will find out soon enough.”
“I agree with Yvette.” Mr. Ash says
“You know your job is safe,” Mrs. White gets in Yvette’s face
“Get out of my face,” Yvette tries to move Mrs. White back, but the old woman keeps pushing at her until she has her backed against the counter. Mrs. White grabs the Wrench from the counter and points it at the frightened French girl.
“Mon Dieu!” Yvette screams, “What are you doing to me?”
“Mrs. White!” Mr. Ash pulls Mrs. White off the girl and disarms the Wrench from her, “What in god’s name has come over you?”
“You heard what she said in the Hall.” Mrs. White says, “She used to know him. Is it some coincidence that Brunette returns so soon after this girl’s recent hiring?”
“Mrs. White, honestly?” Rusty gasps
“Go on,” Mr. Ash ignores Rusty, taking interest in what Mrs. White is proposing
“I did not know Brunette personally. I knew of the man!” Yvette says, tears streaming down her shaky face
“Bullshit!” Mrs. White swears angrily, and out of character
“Blanche,” Rusty comes over and tries to calm Mrs. White
“She’s right, Rusty,” Mr. Ash says, not taking his eyes off the shaking French maid, “She knows more about Brunette than she is letting on.”
Mrs. White takes the Wrench back from Mr. Ash and points it at Yvette, “You better tell us the truth, missy.”
“Il a tué ma mère!” Yvette cries out, sliding against the cupboards to the floor
“What is she saying?” asks Rusty
“Something about her mother.” Mr. Ash says, “I know very little French.”
“Brunette killed my mother!” Yvette says tears mixing with her eye makeup, blackening her cheeks, “He butchered her! He murdered her!”
“Did he know you were working here?” asks Mrs. White in horror
“I don’t not know!” Yvette says as Mr. Ash helps her to her feet.
Rusty takes the Wrench from Mrs. White, who sits down at the table.
“It could be that just as Benedict was covering for Hugh’s crimes and unbeknownst to Brunette switched roles to save a life, Yvette two was a mere twist of fate.”
“You don’t suppose that Brunette saw Hugh and recognized Hugh for what he really was and killed him?” asks Mrs. White
“Yes!” Yvette says
“No.” Mr. Ash says. He and Yvette both look at each other.
“Brunette is still in hiding,” Mr. Ash says, “I know the type of psychopath Brunette is. He would be standing proudly next to Hugh’s corpse showing us what he had done. Someone else got to Hugh first. No doubt Brunette is snooping around and knows of Hugh’s death by now.”
“You saw him?” asks Mrs. White
“I saw nothing…” Mr. Ash says blatantly showing something to be wrong
“Where is my nephew?” asks Mrs. White, scratching the back of her head nervously, “Stuart?” she calls as she reenters the Hall and looks around, “Stuart we need to talk.”
“Hello, Blanche,” Colonel Mustard says from the Ballroom doorway, he is holding a magnifying glass, “We are searching for clues.”
“Leave that for the inspectors!” Mrs. White drags him into the Hall
“I say,” Colonel Mustard removes his monocle, “You are looking terribly pale.”
“Colonel Mustard, where is Sergeant Gray?” Mrs. White takes a deep breath in
“I’d say him and Mr. Green took a little walk out back.” Colonel Mustard says, “I saw them heading out of the Conservatory sporting umbrellas and flashlights. The rain has died down but it’s still enough to get you wet.”
“They are out there while that blood thirsty artist prowls the mansion?” Mrs. White panics uncontrollably
“Brunette has only been speculated to have been seen by Boddy earlier today.” Colonel Mustard says, “And the way that boy has been acting, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t see anything at all.”
“Brunette is in the house!” Mrs. White whispers breathlessly
“Are you drunk?” asks Colonel Mustard
“What?” Mrs. White clenches her teeth in bewildered frustration
“Have you been drinking?” asks Colonel Mustard, clearing his throat
“I just need to find my nephew and tell him that we need Scotland Yard to hurry up and get here because I am starting to feel very uncomfortable with Brunette prowling the house.” Mrs. White says
“Mrs. White,” Colonel Mustard says, “He’s more afraid of us.”
“Colonel, I appreciate your reassuring words,” Mrs. White says, “But I don’t…”
“He knows we love Hugh.” Colonel Mustard says, “He knows that he will be caught for what he did.”
“Colonel,” Mrs. White’s shoulders drop
“I’ll take out the bastard myself if I have to.” Colonel Mustard says, “A quick flick of my blade to his throat and he will drop for killing my closest friend.” Colonel Mustard keeps a stiff lip.
“I miss him so much.” Mrs. White glances towards the Cellar door.
“No,” Colonel Mustard turns her face away from the Cellar door, “Don’t remember him for how he was down there. You can never remember Hugh that way! Remember the good memories, the smiles, the laugh, all of the good things!”
“I will.” Mrs. White embraces the Colonel courageously
“You have to keep those memories in your heart forever.” Colonel Mustard says
“I will.” Mrs. White squeezes him tightly, “You loved him dearly.”
Colonel Mustard lets goes of Mrs. White, “I did.”
“He always spoke of you.” Mrs. White says, “You were his best friend from childhood, you were his closest confidante, you were even his ardent lover for a brief time if memory serves me right.”
Colonel Mustard’s face goes pale.
“I bear no grudge.” Mrs. White shrugs her shoulders, “It has always made sense.”
“What made sense?” asks Colonel Mustard
“Why you never found a wife.” Mrs. White says, “I soon caught on that your little roll in the sheets with Hugh wasn’t just two teen boys experimenting.”
“Blanche,” Colonel Mustard puts up his hand
“You truly, truly loved Hugh.” Mrs. White says, tears forming in her eyes, “But he grew up and wanted women, women, and more women. Nothing but women. He tossed away you when he outgrew you.” Mrs. White pauses, “And he never saw me there!”
“You?” Colonel Mustard begs from the ottoman in front of the fireplace, where he has stumbled, crying.
Mrs. White sits next to him, “I loved him too. I wanted to be Mrs. Blanche Black for so many years. So many woman came through.”
“All of them worse than the last.” Colonel Mustard shrugs, wiping his eyes
“This is an unusual things that bonds us.” Mrs. White says, “You’ll have to tell me what it was like sharing the bed of a member of the Black.”
“Another tale for another time,” Colonel Mustard says, “Not tonight.”
In her bedroom, Miss Dove enters the dark room holding a large white envelope and guides herself over to her vanity where she turns on the lamp, lighting up the whole room. She jumps when she sees Sir Benedict Black sitting on her bed leaning on his cane. She quickly slides the envelope behind her back as she backs against the wall.
“You startled me.” Miss Dove says inconspicuously dropping the envelope behind the vanity, “Forgive me, but I, like your son, the Professor, am not used to seeing you. I thought you were dead and were only going to be imagined in stories. It is going to take a bit of getting used to.”
“Fair enough,” Sir Benedict says, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“I find that to be a blatant lie, seeing as how you were waiting in my bedroom in the dark,” Miss Dove says, “I think you were trying to scare me, Sir Benedict. Now would you please tell me what it is you want, I would like to be alone?”
“I just wanted to answer a question that has probably raised in your mind.” Sir Benedict says
“What question would that be,” Miss Dove says taking off her pearls and draping them over her mirror.
“I am the new owner of Blackwell Grange.” Sir Benedict says, “The will stimulates that I inherit in the event of my son’s demise.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit unfair?” Miss Dove says, “What lawyer would put you in the will as heir when everyone thinks you are dead?”
“This lawyer is a good family friend that gets paid a good salary to keep certain secrets that won’t be necessary to be kept secret anymore.” Sir Bendict says staring at Miss Dove’s back.
Miss Dove turns to face him, “I’ll have you know, as soon as the police tell us they have Brunette and we are free to go, Fivel and I are leaving.”
“You hadn’t even considered what you would do as the heir to Blackwell Grange?” asks Sir Benedict
“No!” Miss Dove says, “I was asking because you have another son that you never got time to meet who deserves to be heir.”
“Yes, I know.” Sir Benedict says, “And don’t you think that maybe he would like to inherit the mansion from me one day?”
“And don’t forget about your daughter, Rose!” Miss Dove crosses her arms, “I heard what you did to her when she was younger.”
“We do what we have to do.” Sir Benedict says, “I heard Fivel’s father died under very unclear circumstances pertaining to domestic abuse.”
“I’ll have you know,” Miss Dove says, “Fivel’s father is alive. Don’t pretend you know so much about me, Ben, I have a lot of layers and a lot of secrets.”
Sir Benedict Black stares at the woman for a moment
“Oh I know that,” Sir Benedict says staring at Miss Dove, “I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Oh?” Miss Dove plays with her bottle of perfume and spritzes the air gently.
“That’s why I knew you would fit into this family so well,” Sir Benedict says, “You have too much innocence tucked away.”
“Trust me,” Miss Dove says staring at herself in the mirror, fixing her lipstick, “If I really wanted to, Mrs. Peacock would be dead right now.”
“Good to hear.” Sir Benedict says
“I stole the Professor’s poison.” Miss Dove says, “Took a little sample out of it just in case.”
“Did you know I was being poisoned?” asks Sir Benedict nonchalantly
“I figured you had a reason to suddenly be so active and out of bed since Hugh died.” Miss Dove says, “Was Hugh poisoning you to keep you quiet.”
“No, no,” Sir Benedict says, “Quite the opposite.”
“Do tell,” Miss Dove says
“I was drugging myself. Nearly comatose the sweet morphine drip.” Sir Benedict chuckles, “But as soon as I got news of Hugh’s demise, I had Yvette replace my morphine with sugar water and I began to build up my strength.”
“You built up your strength in a few hours?” asks Miss Dove
“Oh no,” Sir Benedict says, “You misunderstood me. I said I started building up my strength when I knew about Hugh’s demise. I have known about Hugh’s demise for a few weeks.”
To Be Continued…