Episode 2.05 “The Color of Murder” Part 1
Outside Blackwell Grange, behind the Ballroom, Mrs. Meadow-Brook excitedly selects the green croquet ball and mallet and rushes over to the starting post. She looks over at the overrun Rose Garden and then turns to the others with glee and excitement.
“This is going to be so much fun. I love to mingle!” Mrs. Meadow-Brook clasps her hands tightly around her mallet in excitement, “I haven’t played in such a long time. Well, that isn’t entirely true.” She stops herself, “I play quite often in my own yard, but I do it alone and practice my swings for hours.”
“You haven’t a tennis court?” Mrs. Peacock taunts, “I can’t wait to see how well your solo practicing has paid off.”
“This croquet field is a bit larger than any I have ever played on.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook frowns with slight uncertainty of her victory
“It’s a standard field size.” Mrs. Peacock says, “We used measuring tape. We must be precise about croquet.”
“May I get the measurements?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook
“Trust me,” Mrs. Peacock smirks, “Your yard most likely will not be able to fulfill the requirements.”
Mr. Ash walks by with the hors d'oeuvres tray. Mrs. Meadow-Brook greedily takes three.
Mrs. Peacock takes the black croquet ball and mallet and reluctantly walks to the starting post.
Reverend Green and Colonel Mustard decide between colors. Presently, Mrs. White approaches the croquet field from the Ballroom’s French windows. Mrs. Peacock turns to face Mrs. White as she approaches.
“Miss Peach is doing much better.” Mrs. White says cheerily, “She and Sgt. Gray are sitting by the Swimming Pool. Dr. Prussian came by and gave her some numbing syrup to help with the pain.”
“I hope the poor dear is okay.” Mrs. Peacock says clutching her chest lightly, “You will be easy on the poor girl when she’s in the Kitchen with you?”
“Dr. Prussian and Reverend Green both suggested she was poisoned.” Mrs. White lowers her voice
“Poison?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook gasps loudly, “Did someone say poison? Is this one of those murder mystery garden parties? I have always wanted to go to one of those. I suppose it does seem in poor taste to do a murder mystery themed party so soon after an actually murder-suicide occurred here.”
“No, no, Mrs. Meadow-Brook! Please keep your voice down.” Mrs. Peacock hushes her angrily, “Blanche, dear, explain what you are talking about.”
“Miss Peach may or may not have been deliberately poisoned by someone.” Mrs. White says, “Do you have any reason to think that someone might want her silenced?”
“Brunette?” Mrs. Peacock replies quickly
“We haven’t seen any trace of him for such a long time.” Mrs. White says, doubtfully, “Colonel Mustard and Mr. Clay checked the woods a dozen times with Shotguns in hand. Mr. Clay clearly feels we are safe since he left Blackwell Grange entirely.”
“We need to stay quiet about this.” Mrs. Peacock says, turning to Mrs. Meadow-Brook, “That includes you too.”
“I won’t say a word of it to anyone.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook zips her lips with her fingers, “I can keep a secret better than anyone else. Oh!” she turns away from Mrs. Peacock and Mrs. White and walks towards the edge of the croquet field, “This is so exciting! I’m already involved in one of their little secrets. Before long they’ll give me the key to the backdoor and I can stop by for some flour of to talk with Mrs. White as she prepares the finest dishes for the guests.”
“Excuse me?” Reverend Green clears his throat, in earshot of Mrs. Meadow-Brook’s hypothetical adventure.
“Has Dr. Prussian left yet?” asks Mrs. Peacock, turning her attention fully to Mrs. White.
“I invited him to stay for lunch.” Mrs. White replies, “I hope that is alright.”
“That is very thoughtful, Mrs. White.” Mrs. Peacock smiles, placing her hand on the elderly woman’s shoulder, “Where did you see him last?”
“He asked if he could use the Billiard Room.” Mrs. White says, “He said he remembered the way.”
“Thank you.” Mrs. Peacock smiles, “Would you mind playing a few rounds of croquet in my absence.”
“Oh, I’m not sure,” Mrs. White hesitantly takes the mallet from Mrs. Peacock
“Please just entertain the guests for a moment while I talk to Dr. Prussian.” Mrs. Peacock walks away from Mrs. White, leaving her with the mallet and black ball. Mrs. White looks down at the ball and smirks.
In the Billiard Room, Miss Scarlet and Mr. Boddy engage in a hot and steamy adventure on the sofa. Miss Scarlet wets her lips seductively as she reaches for Mr. Boddy’s belt.
“You are so beautiful.” Mr. Boddy caresses her naked chest with a gentle but firm touch. He places his lips upon the nape of her neck and traces it around to her collarbone. Miss Scarlet moans in pleasure, pulling his belt open. Dr. Prussian pushes the door open and Miss Scarlet quickly covers herself.
“I am so sorry.” Dr. Prussian turns around
“No,” Miss Scarlet shrieks, “It’s alright.” She quickly dresses, “We were being young and irresponsible. I’m so very sorry. I’m decent now.”
Dr. Prussian turns around, “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.” He smiles and extends his hand, “I’m Rex Prussian. I was a good friend of Hugh Black’s.”
“I doubt you would like to shake my hand,” Mr. Boddy politely declines, “As I doubt you would like to know where it has been.”
Miss Scarlet coughs and blushes, “I apologize, this is no way for a lady to act.”
“I beg to differ,” Dr. Prussian laughs, “I find a lady who is open to her sexuality very exciting to be around. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Well,” Mr. Boddy stands up, “She is to be my wife one day.”
“Are you engaged?” asks Dr. Prussian
“Engagement-to-be.” Mr. Boddy says, crossing his arms
“Your stepmother clearly played part in this love affair, did she not?” Dr. Prussian turns to Miss Scarlet. Miss Scarlet stands up, ignoring Dr. Prussian. She walks over to the bureau where she winds up a music box and lets it slowly play.
“My stepmother is not of my concern.” Miss Scarlet says, “She holds no control over what I do with my life.”
“You live under her pension, do you not?” Dr. Prussian asks, “At twenty-three one might think you are getting a bit old to be depending on someone who is, in truth, not related to you by blood, but by marriage.”
“So?” Miss Scarlet asks coldly, walking over to the bar and grabbing her silver cigarette case.
“What is keeping you with Mrs. Peacock, if you hate her as much as you claim to?” asks Dr. Prussian
Miss Scarlet is silent as she lights her cigarette. Dr. Prussian laughs as he takes a cue from the wall and takes a practice shot off the balls on the table.
“Well?” asks Dr. Prussian, pressing as he lines up his next shot. He misses.
“That is just the way we are.” Miss Scarlet says, “We complain nonstop about each other and simply act as though we cannot tolerate each other. But every single argument we have always comes full circle back to my father’s death. That was a time when we were the only one’s there for each other. Then, suddenly, our petty issues matter less.”
“There is love?” asks Dr. Prussian
“Love is a strange word.” Miss Scarlet says, “I would say we are dependent on each other simply because we know each other better than anyone else could ever hope to. But it will not stop me from complaining when the spoiled bitch threatens or mistreats the wrong people.”
“How is Cousin Melba feeling?” asks Mr. Boddy, changing the conversation topic entirely.
“Much better,” Dr. Prussian says, taking his eyes away from Miss Scarlet, “Sgt. Gray took her to the Swimming Pool.”
“How sweet,” Miss Scarlet stands up and takes a cue from the wall, joining Dr. Prussian at the table, “Would you care for a fun game?”
“What is going to make it fun?” asks Dr. Prussian
“That depends on what we gamble,” Miss Scarlet says walking around to the other end of the table.
Mr. Boddy reaches for a billiard cue but is stopped by Dr. Prussian.
“Check on Melba,” Dr. Prussian says to Mr. Boddy, “She really needs to be around her family and close friends.”
“I was hoping to spend the afternoon with my darling,” Mr. Boddy attempts to sound older by deepening his voice, it cracks.
“Go on John,” Miss Scarlet says giggling at Mr. Boddy’s idle attempt, “I’ll come join you after the game.”
Mr. Boddy stares at Dr. Prussian for a moment before leaving the Billiard Room. Dr. Prussian follows Mr. Boddy to the door and then closes it. He pulls the chain on the beautiful stained glass lamp that hangs above the billiard table. Miss Scarlet pulls the smoke from her cigarette in deeply into her lungs and exhales slowly, creating a swirl of smoke between herself and Dr. Prussian.
“What shall we gamble?” asks Dr. Prussian
Miss Scarlet hops up on the edge of the billiard table and crosses her long, seductive leg, “I’m curious as to how close you were to Dr. Black. I want answers to a lot of questions. I have reason to believe that by marrying John, I might be in danger. What is it you would care to gamble?”
Dr. Prussian comes around to her and slips his hands around her waist, “I think you know exactly what I want.”
“Only if you win,” Miss Scarlet says, “And believe me, I’m very good.”
“We’ll see how good you are.” Dr. Prussian says stretching his lips into a wide, lust-fueled smile.
“Don’t you have a wife?” asks Miss Scarlet, tensing her stomach from the sudden grasp from his firm hands.
“Aren’t you engaged to that rich child?” asks Dr. Prussian with a laugh as he begins to kiss Miss Scarlet on the neck where Mr. Boddy had kissed her mere moments before.
“He turns eighteen this winter.” Miss Scarlet says shaking him off, “Besides, you haven’t won yet. You don’t get a taste unless you win the whole meal.”
Dr. Prussian sets up the game as Miss Scarlet pours herself another cognac.
“Maybe you should slow down on the alcohol,” Dr. Prussian says, “I’d feel bad taking my prize with you blitzed out of your mind.”
“I can hold my liquor,” Miss Scarlet says confidently, “Every turn you miss a point, you drink a shot. That will make the prize a lot more interesting.”
“I can’t get drunk,” Dr. Prussian says, “I’m on call. I could be needed at the clinic at any moment.”
“Don’t be a child.” Miss Scarlet gulps down her cognac, “Let the game begin.”
Meanwhile, many miles south of Blackwell Grange, Prince Azure and Mr. Green sit in an elegant parlor onboard Sekhmet’s Tears. Mr. Green watches as Prince Azure polishes a long Sabre.
“Is that the one you used to kill Brunette?” asks Mr. Green
“Was that the man’s name?” asks Prince Azure, “No. Sadly I have no gory details on his beheading. I do not bother myself with the execution of stowaways.”
“Stowaway?” Mr. Green chuckles out the side of his mouth, “Is that what Mr. Saffron has been whispering into your ear? Oh boy, this is interesting.”
“You talk as though you know more than what I am being told. This intrigues me. Go on?” Prince Azure urges, looking around the empty parlor to be certain the coast is clear.
“Brunette was an assassin, sent to kill you,” Mr. Green says, “Or at least that’s what I assumed. My uncle, is a priest and was once close friends with your very own Captain Brown. My uncle informed me that Captain Brown had heard that his son was on his was to Blackwell Grange to assassinate Hugh Black and then return to this very ship to finish off any other connections to a certain death that occurred many years ago. I certain death that has haunted us all…”
“I keep forgetting you were involved.” Prince Azure rests his chin on his hand, “You were so young.”
“We both were.” Mr. Green says
“I did what I had to do for love.” Prince Azure says, “That is what motivates me. Love. What motivates you?”
“My son.” Mr. Green says
“Is everything you have spoken of about the stowaway true?” Prince Azure asks, leaning forward, “Or have you fabricated another elaborate lie. I know how well and easily lying comes to you. Or have you forgotten your tasteless betrayal of Hugh Black and the Boddy’s?”
“Tasteless?” Mr. Green says, “It was years ago and it was in your favor under your distinct orders.”
“Yes. But I did not expect betrayal to come so easily to you. I would have gladly had you stay on Hugh Black’s side or even warn him about my wicked intentions. True, I would have probably had to murder you in cold blood. It still sickened me to see how two-faced you were.” Prince Azure shrugs in disgust, “But yes, your betrayal did bring me and my love together. So for that, I value your life.”
“How is your love?” Mr. Green says, half-sarcastically
“She is doing very well.” Prince Azure says, “She was saddened to hear of Hugh Black’s death.”
“I’m surprised she gave any reaction.” Mr. Green says, “She hated him and his arrogance.”
“Don’t we all?” asks Prince Azure, “But at the same time we envy it. At least I do. I would lay awake at night wondering how Hugh lived with himself knowing so many people detested him for the wrongs he inflicted on them. He always hid behind his money and power. He thought he was untouchable by the murders and sociopaths that he spent his free time with.”
“And his own maid pierced him with a fireplace poker.” Mr. Green says, “You have money and power. Do you think you are untouchable?”
“We do not have nearly as much as my family had before my father’s murder. And no, I do not think I am untouchable.” Prince Azure clamps his fist tightly against his chair as the room begins to sway, “Be calm, we’ve hit some rough water. I had my armchair nailed to the floorboards to prevent it from swaying too far.”
“I’ve been on boats before.” Mr. Green says, “A little choppy water doesn’t bother me.”
“You are looking quite ill.” Prince Azure says, “Your face is green.”
“Yes,” Mr. Green puts his hand over his mouth, “Please excuse me.”
Mr. Green quickly exits the parlor and dashes down a flight of wooden stairs. He pushes open the door and promptly vomits off the edge of the boat and into the water. He looks around the top deck to see several deck hands strewn about. Mr. Saffron polishes the blade of a seven-inch blade.
“In god’s name, why are you still using sails?” asks Mr. Green with annoyance
“Tradition,” Mr. Saffron says holding the dagger up to the sky to check it’s shine, “The Azure’s do not believe in many modern inventions. Did you notice the lamps were all lit with oil and flame? Prince Azure thinks modern electricity is the downfall to humanity as he believes it was discovered to be our own downfall millions of years ago and destroyed for a reason.”
“My point was that steamships are much faster,” Mr. Green says, “And much safer. This thing could knock over at any moment if thrown off balance.”
“As I said,” Mr. Saffron smiles, “The Azure’s feel very strong about their traditions. If we are thrown to the seas, then may our deaths be quick. Besides, the waters that held this very ship many years ago have not modernized or changed. They are still rough and salty and promise death.”
“Since the Azure’s feel so strongly about tradition, is that why you beheaded Brunette?” asks Mr. Green, “Simple tradition?”
“We’ll be at the train station to Blackwell Grange in an hour.” Mr. Saffron says, “You may want to decide what you are doing from there.”
“I suppose I will make some excuse for my sudden disappearance and just fit right back in at the party.” Mr. Green says,
“People like me there.”
“I’m sure they do.” Mr. Saffron says, “But your involvement with Blackwell Grange should be coming to a close. With the death of Hugh Black, it would be strange for you to continue poking around. Perhaps we can find something useful for you to do.”
“I understand your initial concern,” Mr. Green says, “But believe me, I have it under control.”
“You will not be returning to Blackwell Grange.” Mr. Saffron closes his eyes in annoyance, “You will stay on the ship with Captain Brown and make sure he doesn’t try anything foolish. That is what you are meant to do. You know how a father in grief can be. You have a boy of your own, correct?”
“What am I to do if Captain Brown gives me any trouble?” asks Mr. Green, glancing up to the wheel where Captain Brown steers with a face of contempt.
“Drown him and cut off his head.” Mr. Saffron says
“Is that what you did to Brunette?” asks Mr. Green, “It’s killing me. I have to know how he met his maker. Brunette has been a thorn in my side for such a long time. I just need to know what happened to the bastard.”
“Would you care for me to tell you in explicit detail right in front of his father?” asks Mr. Saffron
“That seems a bit excessive and cruel.” Mr. Green shrugs, “The captain is still an important member of the group.”
“For now.” Mr. Saffron says
“So are you going to tell me what you did to Brunette?” asks Mr. Green
“For god’s sake! I cut his throat in his own bed and sawed off his head with a sabre from Prince Azure’s onboard museum. I slit his throat as a courtesy. Doesn’t it feel more humane than just slicing off someone’s head?” asks Mr. Saffron, “Besides, you wouldn’t have wanted to see what Brunette’s body looked like. He put up a huge fight in his bed. I slashed the tops of his hands at least a dozen times before he finally put them down and let me cut his throat. I dumped his upper body overboard. Plain and simple. The fish were hungry.”
“Isn’t it just annoying when they put their hands up when you are trying to cut their throats?” Mr. Green jokes, patting Mr. Saffron on the back.
Back at Blackwell Grange, at the Swimming Pool, Sgt. Gray brings Miss Peach a glass of ice water. There is a single lemon floating around with the ice cubes.
“I was just telling grandfather how suddenly I took ill,” Miss Peach explains as Sgt. Gray rejoins them, “He had almost the exact same symptoms. I hope it isn’t a Autumn flu going around.”
“Are you feeling any better, Sir?” Sgt. Gray asks, “Would you like me to bring you some water?”
“I’m never feeling well.” Sir Benedict Black grumbles from next to Miss Peach, “I don’t need any water.”
Presently, Lord Gray walks from the Garden to the Swimming Pool. He has several blueprints rolled up under his arm. He maintains a posture and air about him that shows wealth and success. His black turtle neck and gold buttoned jacket contrast to Sergeant Gray and Miss Peach’s humble wardrobes.
“What have you got there?” asks Sir Benedict, curiosity getting the best of him. He sits forward in his seat with a long grunt.
“I was sketching some plans for the Meadow-Brooks.” Lord Gray says, “Jane wants to start raising chickens. She wants me to build her a hen house.”
“That seems like the perfect hobby for her, the crazy old hen!” Sir Benedict laughs and extends an open hand to Lord Gray, “Let me have a look.”
Lord Gray hands them to Sir Benedict, sitting down to his right.
“Father,” Sgt. Gray nods politely to greet his father, “I take it you are enjoying the party?”
“It’s rather dull right now,” Lord Gray says to his son, “Be sure to thank Mrs. Peacock for all of her hospitality. This is her home after all.”
“It’s hard to wrap your head around that new fact, isn’t it?” Sir Benedict snorts
“She’ll be out before we know it.” Lord Gray says hopefully
“In any regard, I have already thanked her,” Sgt. Gray says
“Why do the two of you dislike Mrs. Peacock so much?” asks Miss Peach, “She seems perfectly nice to me.”
“Then you better watch your back.” Lord Gray says, “The Black Widow is only nice to her prey.”
“She has been terribly helpful to me.” Sir Benedict says, “No doubt she plans on smothering me in my sleep.”
Miss Peach gasps, “Oh! She isn’t that evil. You both are nasty!”
“Three dead husbands later…” Lord Gray mumbles, his voice trailing off.
“I’m going to go see Mrs. White about helping her.” Miss Peach says standing up quickly.
“Mel,” Sergeant Gray grabs her by the shoulders, “Are you sure you are feeling well enough.”
“I am fine Stuart.” Miss Peach places her hand lovingly on his cheek and kisses him on the lips. Lord Gray’s face turns red in frustration.
“Sounds like you raised him well,” Miss Peach smiles brightly
“Yes,” Lord Gray hardly glances at Miss Peach as she lingers on Sgt. Gray’s arm, “Well, what do you think of the blueprints?”
“It seems a bit large for the Meadow-Brook’s backyard.” Sir Benedict says, “Did you take that into account.”
“Surely they don’t have a house that small.” Lord Gray says
“The do live very humbly.” Sir Benedict says, “I hear it’s because they make a lot less money than they tell everyone.”
“Ah,” Lord Gray chuckles, “They probably won’t be able to afford to buy my blueprints, let alone build the project.”
“There is no shame in poverty.” Sgt. Gray shrugs, Miss Peach smiles up at him
“Young man, this is exactly why I do not approve of you associating with that American girl,” Lord Gray points a long finger at Miss Peach, “I nearly cut you out of my will for involving yourself in criminal justice. Don’t make me do it over some girl.”
“Grandfather,” Miss Peach rushes to Sir Benedict’s arm, “Are you going to sit here and let him talk about your granddaughter that way? I am still a member of this family.”
“Melba, don’t be so pious.” Sir Benedict shakes her hand from his arm, “Whatever credibility this family had was lost when the maid killed my son.”
“And I say this as a friend,” Lord Gray chimes in, “Your family didn’t have much left to its name after King Azure died here.”
“What?” asks Miss Peach in confusion
“Oh yes,” Sir Benedict and Lord Gray lock eyes for a moment, “Lord Gray was here when it happened. One could say he was a possible suspect to the murder. King Azure was killed at Blackwell Grange.”
“Murder?” Miss Peach gulps, “The killer was caught?”
“Of course.” Lord Gray says
“This house has a significantly large amount of murders in its history.” Sgt. Gray says, “Perhaps Melba and I would be better off to separate ourselves from this manor’s horrible legacy.”
“It’s not just murders. It’s suicides too,” Sir Benedict says, “You would not believe the amount of heartbroken scullery maids hanged themselves in the Stables because the stable boy ran off with another gal.”
Miss Peach looks to the distant Stables, “Yvette hanged herself in the Billiard Room.”
“Yes,” Lord Gray stands up, “And where will you hang yourself once my son realizes you are beneath him?”
“Father that is enough!” Sgt. Gray stands forward
“Has anyone ever died out here by the Swimming Pool.” Miss Peach asks, ignoring Lord Gray’s bullying comments.
“I’m sure someone has drowned here.” Lord Gray points out blatantly, blood has been shed all over this place.
“Yes, actually,” Sir Benedict says distantly, “There was one drowning at this pool, my two year old son.”
“Oh,” Miss Peach’s voice goes quiet, “I didn’t know you had other children.”
“He was my first child - Benedict the fifth.” Sir Benedict says standing up, “I suppose I ought to stop boring you with my past. I’ll take these into the Study so they don’t get ruined.” He holds up the blueprints, “Enjoy what’s left of a good day.”
Lord Gray and Miss Peach watch as Sir Benedict solemnly walks into the house.
“That was really awkward.” Sgt. Gray says, “I feel bad for him, but that was strange nonetheless.”
“Get used to strange things,” Lord Gray says, glaring at Miss Peach, “You’ll be in for a lot of strange things as long as you are around this one.”
Miss Peach shrugs, “Strange is better than boring.”
At the Croquet Field, behind Blackwell Grange, Mrs. White has managed to take the lead of the game in Mrs. Peacock’s absence. Colonel Mustard and Reverend Green both manage to try their best, while Mrs. Meadow-Brook sulks along the edge of the croquet field. Mr. Meadow-Brook quickly makes his way down the path from the Garden and approaches his wife.
“I’m losing,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Mrs. White came to replace Mrs. Peacock and she is very good at croquet. I don’t think I stand a chance at winning.”
“Jane,” Mr. Meadow-Brook lowers his voice, “I did it.”
“What?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook smiles softly, “You actually went ahead with it? You had the courage?”
“Mrs. Peacock and Professor Plum,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “But we need to go home.”
“Nonsense,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I’m fitting in.”
“You don’t understand,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says with anxiety in his voice, “I followed Rusty and I found out he has three little skeletons in his closet. We have to go to the police.”
“You didn’t come to a mutual agreement with Rusty like you did with Mrs. Peacock?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook, leading her husband away from the Croquet Field and towards the Boat House, “Surely if you could intimidate Professor Plum and Mrs. Peacock, you can take on the elderly gardener.”
“He raped and killed three children.” Mr. Meadow-Brook looks around nervously
“That could be our biggest cash-cow! Do what you have to do.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I’m not leaving.”
“Jane,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “I’m scared he will kill again to protect his secret.”
“Are you honestly scared?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook, “Rusty is practically 100-years-old. He’d fall over in a bad wind. You need to put on the brave face and stand your ground. Mrs. Peacock and Professor Plum fear you. Rusty will fear you too.”
“Jane,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “We need to leave right now.”
“Help yourself to the Billiard Room and have a drink.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “After all, you’ve blackmailed Mrs. Peacock for everything she has. We might as well start helping ourselves to what little we can.”
“Jane, I don’t think you understand how deep over my head I’ve gotten myself.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “Besides, you know I’m weak to alcohol.”
“Let yourself be weak.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “You deserve it. We must get ready for the wealth and luxury.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook leans forward and kisses her husband, “Try to calm yourself down. I’m off to mingle.”
Beyond the Tennis Courts, at the Gazebo, Professor Plum opens and closes a pair of Garden Shears. The tablecloth on each table blows lightly in the breeze. Rusty comes up the stairs of the Gazebo, out of breath.
“You left this lying around.” Professor Plum hands the Garden Shears to the old gardener
“Have you seen Mr. Meadow-Brook?” Rusty asks with obvious concern in his voice
“Not for a while,” Professor Plum’s mood turns sour at the mention of the crooked lawyer.
Rusty sits down on the steps to the Gazebo, gripping the Garden Shears tightly. Professor Plum begins to pick up on the seriousness to Rusty’s situation.
“What did he say to you?” asks Professor Plum
Rusty stares up at him for a minute, “He caught me in a moment of weakness. He heard me confessing my sins.”
“And now he’s holding it against you?” Professor Plum asks
“I just need to talk to him.” Rusty says, closing the Garden Shears suddenly and quickly, “Maybe I can help him understand me.”
“Don’t do anything reckless.” Professor Plum says turning back to the lake
“Aren’t you going to ask what it was all about?” Rusty looks up at Professor Plum with sorrow in his eyes
“I really don’t care.” Professor Plum says, “We all have things in the past we’d like to keep hidden. I’ll respect that.”
Rusty stares off towards the Tennis Courts, “He came down this way.”
“Go find him.” Professor Plum says, “Protect your past and your future.”
Rusty nods and walks off to the Tennis Courts.
“Sounds like you two have yourselves in a wee bit of trouble.” Mrs. Peacock comes from around the Gazebo with white gloves on.
“How long have you been snooping around?” Professor Plum asks
“I’m not snooping,” Mrs. Peacock defends, “I’m getting familiar with the landscape of my new home.”
“Temporary home.” Professor Plum corrects her
“I didn’t realize you were upset with me too.” Mrs. Peacock crosses her arms and climbs the steps to the Gazebo.
“I’ve had a rotten day.” Professor Plum says, adjusting his bow-tie.
“Mr. Meadow-Brook getting to you?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“Unfortunately,” Professor Plum says, “Apparently I owe him a favor for his secrecy.”
“A favor?” Mrs. Peacock laughs, “I owe him a sizeable sum.”
“Blackmail,” Professor Plum says, “That is cold, hard blackmail. I knew he was twisted the moment I laid eyes on him.”
“You dismissed Rusty with those wicked Garden Shears,” Mrs. Peacock runs her hand smoothly across Professor Plum’s back, “Perhaps he was in such an angry mood he’ll snip off Mr. Meadow-Brook’s head.”
“Do not joke about murder.” Professor Plum scolds her, shoving her hand off of him, “Not here. Mr. Meadow-Brook needs to be knocked down a peg. That’s all I meant.”
“Relax,” Mrs. Peacock says, “And I was only half joking. It’s dangerous to blackmail and threaten known murderers.”
“I’m no murderer!” Professor Plum stomps his foot angrily
Mrs. Peacock turns and begins to walk away. She stops at the foot of the Gazebo stairs and looks back up at him, “If you know what’s best for you, you’ll scrape up more of that poison and finish off the blackmailing lawyer. Protect your past and your future.”
To Be Continued…
“This is going to be so much fun. I love to mingle!” Mrs. Meadow-Brook clasps her hands tightly around her mallet in excitement, “I haven’t played in such a long time. Well, that isn’t entirely true.” She stops herself, “I play quite often in my own yard, but I do it alone and practice my swings for hours.”
“You haven’t a tennis court?” Mrs. Peacock taunts, “I can’t wait to see how well your solo practicing has paid off.”
“This croquet field is a bit larger than any I have ever played on.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook frowns with slight uncertainty of her victory
“It’s a standard field size.” Mrs. Peacock says, “We used measuring tape. We must be precise about croquet.”
“May I get the measurements?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook
“Trust me,” Mrs. Peacock smirks, “Your yard most likely will not be able to fulfill the requirements.”
Mr. Ash walks by with the hors d'oeuvres tray. Mrs. Meadow-Brook greedily takes three.
Mrs. Peacock takes the black croquet ball and mallet and reluctantly walks to the starting post.
Reverend Green and Colonel Mustard decide between colors. Presently, Mrs. White approaches the croquet field from the Ballroom’s French windows. Mrs. Peacock turns to face Mrs. White as she approaches.
“Miss Peach is doing much better.” Mrs. White says cheerily, “She and Sgt. Gray are sitting by the Swimming Pool. Dr. Prussian came by and gave her some numbing syrup to help with the pain.”
“I hope the poor dear is okay.” Mrs. Peacock says clutching her chest lightly, “You will be easy on the poor girl when she’s in the Kitchen with you?”
“Dr. Prussian and Reverend Green both suggested she was poisoned.” Mrs. White lowers her voice
“Poison?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook gasps loudly, “Did someone say poison? Is this one of those murder mystery garden parties? I have always wanted to go to one of those. I suppose it does seem in poor taste to do a murder mystery themed party so soon after an actually murder-suicide occurred here.”
“No, no, Mrs. Meadow-Brook! Please keep your voice down.” Mrs. Peacock hushes her angrily, “Blanche, dear, explain what you are talking about.”
“Miss Peach may or may not have been deliberately poisoned by someone.” Mrs. White says, “Do you have any reason to think that someone might want her silenced?”
“Brunette?” Mrs. Peacock replies quickly
“We haven’t seen any trace of him for such a long time.” Mrs. White says, doubtfully, “Colonel Mustard and Mr. Clay checked the woods a dozen times with Shotguns in hand. Mr. Clay clearly feels we are safe since he left Blackwell Grange entirely.”
“We need to stay quiet about this.” Mrs. Peacock says, turning to Mrs. Meadow-Brook, “That includes you too.”
“I won’t say a word of it to anyone.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook zips her lips with her fingers, “I can keep a secret better than anyone else. Oh!” she turns away from Mrs. Peacock and Mrs. White and walks towards the edge of the croquet field, “This is so exciting! I’m already involved in one of their little secrets. Before long they’ll give me the key to the backdoor and I can stop by for some flour of to talk with Mrs. White as she prepares the finest dishes for the guests.”
“Excuse me?” Reverend Green clears his throat, in earshot of Mrs. Meadow-Brook’s hypothetical adventure.
“Has Dr. Prussian left yet?” asks Mrs. Peacock, turning her attention fully to Mrs. White.
“I invited him to stay for lunch.” Mrs. White replies, “I hope that is alright.”
“That is very thoughtful, Mrs. White.” Mrs. Peacock smiles, placing her hand on the elderly woman’s shoulder, “Where did you see him last?”
“He asked if he could use the Billiard Room.” Mrs. White says, “He said he remembered the way.”
“Thank you.” Mrs. Peacock smiles, “Would you mind playing a few rounds of croquet in my absence.”
“Oh, I’m not sure,” Mrs. White hesitantly takes the mallet from Mrs. Peacock
“Please just entertain the guests for a moment while I talk to Dr. Prussian.” Mrs. Peacock walks away from Mrs. White, leaving her with the mallet and black ball. Mrs. White looks down at the ball and smirks.
In the Billiard Room, Miss Scarlet and Mr. Boddy engage in a hot and steamy adventure on the sofa. Miss Scarlet wets her lips seductively as she reaches for Mr. Boddy’s belt.
“You are so beautiful.” Mr. Boddy caresses her naked chest with a gentle but firm touch. He places his lips upon the nape of her neck and traces it around to her collarbone. Miss Scarlet moans in pleasure, pulling his belt open. Dr. Prussian pushes the door open and Miss Scarlet quickly covers herself.
“I am so sorry.” Dr. Prussian turns around
“No,” Miss Scarlet shrieks, “It’s alright.” She quickly dresses, “We were being young and irresponsible. I’m so very sorry. I’m decent now.”
Dr. Prussian turns around, “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.” He smiles and extends his hand, “I’m Rex Prussian. I was a good friend of Hugh Black’s.”
“I doubt you would like to shake my hand,” Mr. Boddy politely declines, “As I doubt you would like to know where it has been.”
Miss Scarlet coughs and blushes, “I apologize, this is no way for a lady to act.”
“I beg to differ,” Dr. Prussian laughs, “I find a lady who is open to her sexuality very exciting to be around. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Well,” Mr. Boddy stands up, “She is to be my wife one day.”
“Are you engaged?” asks Dr. Prussian
“Engagement-to-be.” Mr. Boddy says, crossing his arms
“Your stepmother clearly played part in this love affair, did she not?” Dr. Prussian turns to Miss Scarlet. Miss Scarlet stands up, ignoring Dr. Prussian. She walks over to the bureau where she winds up a music box and lets it slowly play.
“My stepmother is not of my concern.” Miss Scarlet says, “She holds no control over what I do with my life.”
“You live under her pension, do you not?” Dr. Prussian asks, “At twenty-three one might think you are getting a bit old to be depending on someone who is, in truth, not related to you by blood, but by marriage.”
“So?” Miss Scarlet asks coldly, walking over to the bar and grabbing her silver cigarette case.
“What is keeping you with Mrs. Peacock, if you hate her as much as you claim to?” asks Dr. Prussian
Miss Scarlet is silent as she lights her cigarette. Dr. Prussian laughs as he takes a cue from the wall and takes a practice shot off the balls on the table.
“Well?” asks Dr. Prussian, pressing as he lines up his next shot. He misses.
“That is just the way we are.” Miss Scarlet says, “We complain nonstop about each other and simply act as though we cannot tolerate each other. But every single argument we have always comes full circle back to my father’s death. That was a time when we were the only one’s there for each other. Then, suddenly, our petty issues matter less.”
“There is love?” asks Dr. Prussian
“Love is a strange word.” Miss Scarlet says, “I would say we are dependent on each other simply because we know each other better than anyone else could ever hope to. But it will not stop me from complaining when the spoiled bitch threatens or mistreats the wrong people.”
“How is Cousin Melba feeling?” asks Mr. Boddy, changing the conversation topic entirely.
“Much better,” Dr. Prussian says, taking his eyes away from Miss Scarlet, “Sgt. Gray took her to the Swimming Pool.”
“How sweet,” Miss Scarlet stands up and takes a cue from the wall, joining Dr. Prussian at the table, “Would you care for a fun game?”
“What is going to make it fun?” asks Dr. Prussian
“That depends on what we gamble,” Miss Scarlet says walking around to the other end of the table.
Mr. Boddy reaches for a billiard cue but is stopped by Dr. Prussian.
“Check on Melba,” Dr. Prussian says to Mr. Boddy, “She really needs to be around her family and close friends.”
“I was hoping to spend the afternoon with my darling,” Mr. Boddy attempts to sound older by deepening his voice, it cracks.
“Go on John,” Miss Scarlet says giggling at Mr. Boddy’s idle attempt, “I’ll come join you after the game.”
Mr. Boddy stares at Dr. Prussian for a moment before leaving the Billiard Room. Dr. Prussian follows Mr. Boddy to the door and then closes it. He pulls the chain on the beautiful stained glass lamp that hangs above the billiard table. Miss Scarlet pulls the smoke from her cigarette in deeply into her lungs and exhales slowly, creating a swirl of smoke between herself and Dr. Prussian.
“What shall we gamble?” asks Dr. Prussian
Miss Scarlet hops up on the edge of the billiard table and crosses her long, seductive leg, “I’m curious as to how close you were to Dr. Black. I want answers to a lot of questions. I have reason to believe that by marrying John, I might be in danger. What is it you would care to gamble?”
Dr. Prussian comes around to her and slips his hands around her waist, “I think you know exactly what I want.”
“Only if you win,” Miss Scarlet says, “And believe me, I’m very good.”
“We’ll see how good you are.” Dr. Prussian says stretching his lips into a wide, lust-fueled smile.
“Don’t you have a wife?” asks Miss Scarlet, tensing her stomach from the sudden grasp from his firm hands.
“Aren’t you engaged to that rich child?” asks Dr. Prussian with a laugh as he begins to kiss Miss Scarlet on the neck where Mr. Boddy had kissed her mere moments before.
“He turns eighteen this winter.” Miss Scarlet says shaking him off, “Besides, you haven’t won yet. You don’t get a taste unless you win the whole meal.”
Dr. Prussian sets up the game as Miss Scarlet pours herself another cognac.
“Maybe you should slow down on the alcohol,” Dr. Prussian says, “I’d feel bad taking my prize with you blitzed out of your mind.”
“I can hold my liquor,” Miss Scarlet says confidently, “Every turn you miss a point, you drink a shot. That will make the prize a lot more interesting.”
“I can’t get drunk,” Dr. Prussian says, “I’m on call. I could be needed at the clinic at any moment.”
“Don’t be a child.” Miss Scarlet gulps down her cognac, “Let the game begin.”
Meanwhile, many miles south of Blackwell Grange, Prince Azure and Mr. Green sit in an elegant parlor onboard Sekhmet’s Tears. Mr. Green watches as Prince Azure polishes a long Sabre.
“Is that the one you used to kill Brunette?” asks Mr. Green
“Was that the man’s name?” asks Prince Azure, “No. Sadly I have no gory details on his beheading. I do not bother myself with the execution of stowaways.”
“Stowaway?” Mr. Green chuckles out the side of his mouth, “Is that what Mr. Saffron has been whispering into your ear? Oh boy, this is interesting.”
“You talk as though you know more than what I am being told. This intrigues me. Go on?” Prince Azure urges, looking around the empty parlor to be certain the coast is clear.
“Brunette was an assassin, sent to kill you,” Mr. Green says, “Or at least that’s what I assumed. My uncle, is a priest and was once close friends with your very own Captain Brown. My uncle informed me that Captain Brown had heard that his son was on his was to Blackwell Grange to assassinate Hugh Black and then return to this very ship to finish off any other connections to a certain death that occurred many years ago. I certain death that has haunted us all…”
“I keep forgetting you were involved.” Prince Azure rests his chin on his hand, “You were so young.”
“We both were.” Mr. Green says
“I did what I had to do for love.” Prince Azure says, “That is what motivates me. Love. What motivates you?”
“My son.” Mr. Green says
“Is everything you have spoken of about the stowaway true?” Prince Azure asks, leaning forward, “Or have you fabricated another elaborate lie. I know how well and easily lying comes to you. Or have you forgotten your tasteless betrayal of Hugh Black and the Boddy’s?”
“Tasteless?” Mr. Green says, “It was years ago and it was in your favor under your distinct orders.”
“Yes. But I did not expect betrayal to come so easily to you. I would have gladly had you stay on Hugh Black’s side or even warn him about my wicked intentions. True, I would have probably had to murder you in cold blood. It still sickened me to see how two-faced you were.” Prince Azure shrugs in disgust, “But yes, your betrayal did bring me and my love together. So for that, I value your life.”
“How is your love?” Mr. Green says, half-sarcastically
“She is doing very well.” Prince Azure says, “She was saddened to hear of Hugh Black’s death.”
“I’m surprised she gave any reaction.” Mr. Green says, “She hated him and his arrogance.”
“Don’t we all?” asks Prince Azure, “But at the same time we envy it. At least I do. I would lay awake at night wondering how Hugh lived with himself knowing so many people detested him for the wrongs he inflicted on them. He always hid behind his money and power. He thought he was untouchable by the murders and sociopaths that he spent his free time with.”
“And his own maid pierced him with a fireplace poker.” Mr. Green says, “You have money and power. Do you think you are untouchable?”
“We do not have nearly as much as my family had before my father’s murder. And no, I do not think I am untouchable.” Prince Azure clamps his fist tightly against his chair as the room begins to sway, “Be calm, we’ve hit some rough water. I had my armchair nailed to the floorboards to prevent it from swaying too far.”
“I’ve been on boats before.” Mr. Green says, “A little choppy water doesn’t bother me.”
“You are looking quite ill.” Prince Azure says, “Your face is green.”
“Yes,” Mr. Green puts his hand over his mouth, “Please excuse me.”
Mr. Green quickly exits the parlor and dashes down a flight of wooden stairs. He pushes open the door and promptly vomits off the edge of the boat and into the water. He looks around the top deck to see several deck hands strewn about. Mr. Saffron polishes the blade of a seven-inch blade.
“In god’s name, why are you still using sails?” asks Mr. Green with annoyance
“Tradition,” Mr. Saffron says holding the dagger up to the sky to check it’s shine, “The Azure’s do not believe in many modern inventions. Did you notice the lamps were all lit with oil and flame? Prince Azure thinks modern electricity is the downfall to humanity as he believes it was discovered to be our own downfall millions of years ago and destroyed for a reason.”
“My point was that steamships are much faster,” Mr. Green says, “And much safer. This thing could knock over at any moment if thrown off balance.”
“As I said,” Mr. Saffron smiles, “The Azure’s feel very strong about their traditions. If we are thrown to the seas, then may our deaths be quick. Besides, the waters that held this very ship many years ago have not modernized or changed. They are still rough and salty and promise death.”
“Since the Azure’s feel so strongly about tradition, is that why you beheaded Brunette?” asks Mr. Green, “Simple tradition?”
“We’ll be at the train station to Blackwell Grange in an hour.” Mr. Saffron says, “You may want to decide what you are doing from there.”
“I suppose I will make some excuse for my sudden disappearance and just fit right back in at the party.” Mr. Green says,
“People like me there.”
“I’m sure they do.” Mr. Saffron says, “But your involvement with Blackwell Grange should be coming to a close. With the death of Hugh Black, it would be strange for you to continue poking around. Perhaps we can find something useful for you to do.”
“I understand your initial concern,” Mr. Green says, “But believe me, I have it under control.”
“You will not be returning to Blackwell Grange.” Mr. Saffron closes his eyes in annoyance, “You will stay on the ship with Captain Brown and make sure he doesn’t try anything foolish. That is what you are meant to do. You know how a father in grief can be. You have a boy of your own, correct?”
“What am I to do if Captain Brown gives me any trouble?” asks Mr. Green, glancing up to the wheel where Captain Brown steers with a face of contempt.
“Drown him and cut off his head.” Mr. Saffron says
“Is that what you did to Brunette?” asks Mr. Green, “It’s killing me. I have to know how he met his maker. Brunette has been a thorn in my side for such a long time. I just need to know what happened to the bastard.”
“Would you care for me to tell you in explicit detail right in front of his father?” asks Mr. Saffron
“That seems a bit excessive and cruel.” Mr. Green shrugs, “The captain is still an important member of the group.”
“For now.” Mr. Saffron says
“So are you going to tell me what you did to Brunette?” asks Mr. Green
“For god’s sake! I cut his throat in his own bed and sawed off his head with a sabre from Prince Azure’s onboard museum. I slit his throat as a courtesy. Doesn’t it feel more humane than just slicing off someone’s head?” asks Mr. Saffron, “Besides, you wouldn’t have wanted to see what Brunette’s body looked like. He put up a huge fight in his bed. I slashed the tops of his hands at least a dozen times before he finally put them down and let me cut his throat. I dumped his upper body overboard. Plain and simple. The fish were hungry.”
“Isn’t it just annoying when they put their hands up when you are trying to cut their throats?” Mr. Green jokes, patting Mr. Saffron on the back.
Back at Blackwell Grange, at the Swimming Pool, Sgt. Gray brings Miss Peach a glass of ice water. There is a single lemon floating around with the ice cubes.
“I was just telling grandfather how suddenly I took ill,” Miss Peach explains as Sgt. Gray rejoins them, “He had almost the exact same symptoms. I hope it isn’t a Autumn flu going around.”
“Are you feeling any better, Sir?” Sgt. Gray asks, “Would you like me to bring you some water?”
“I’m never feeling well.” Sir Benedict Black grumbles from next to Miss Peach, “I don’t need any water.”
Presently, Lord Gray walks from the Garden to the Swimming Pool. He has several blueprints rolled up under his arm. He maintains a posture and air about him that shows wealth and success. His black turtle neck and gold buttoned jacket contrast to Sergeant Gray and Miss Peach’s humble wardrobes.
“What have you got there?” asks Sir Benedict, curiosity getting the best of him. He sits forward in his seat with a long grunt.
“I was sketching some plans for the Meadow-Brooks.” Lord Gray says, “Jane wants to start raising chickens. She wants me to build her a hen house.”
“That seems like the perfect hobby for her, the crazy old hen!” Sir Benedict laughs and extends an open hand to Lord Gray, “Let me have a look.”
Lord Gray hands them to Sir Benedict, sitting down to his right.
“Father,” Sgt. Gray nods politely to greet his father, “I take it you are enjoying the party?”
“It’s rather dull right now,” Lord Gray says to his son, “Be sure to thank Mrs. Peacock for all of her hospitality. This is her home after all.”
“It’s hard to wrap your head around that new fact, isn’t it?” Sir Benedict snorts
“She’ll be out before we know it.” Lord Gray says hopefully
“In any regard, I have already thanked her,” Sgt. Gray says
“Why do the two of you dislike Mrs. Peacock so much?” asks Miss Peach, “She seems perfectly nice to me.”
“Then you better watch your back.” Lord Gray says, “The Black Widow is only nice to her prey.”
“She has been terribly helpful to me.” Sir Benedict says, “No doubt she plans on smothering me in my sleep.”
Miss Peach gasps, “Oh! She isn’t that evil. You both are nasty!”
“Three dead husbands later…” Lord Gray mumbles, his voice trailing off.
“I’m going to go see Mrs. White about helping her.” Miss Peach says standing up quickly.
“Mel,” Sergeant Gray grabs her by the shoulders, “Are you sure you are feeling well enough.”
“I am fine Stuart.” Miss Peach places her hand lovingly on his cheek and kisses him on the lips. Lord Gray’s face turns red in frustration.
“Sounds like you raised him well,” Miss Peach smiles brightly
“Yes,” Lord Gray hardly glances at Miss Peach as she lingers on Sgt. Gray’s arm, “Well, what do you think of the blueprints?”
“It seems a bit large for the Meadow-Brook’s backyard.” Sir Benedict says, “Did you take that into account.”
“Surely they don’t have a house that small.” Lord Gray says
“The do live very humbly.” Sir Benedict says, “I hear it’s because they make a lot less money than they tell everyone.”
“Ah,” Lord Gray chuckles, “They probably won’t be able to afford to buy my blueprints, let alone build the project.”
“There is no shame in poverty.” Sgt. Gray shrugs, Miss Peach smiles up at him
“Young man, this is exactly why I do not approve of you associating with that American girl,” Lord Gray points a long finger at Miss Peach, “I nearly cut you out of my will for involving yourself in criminal justice. Don’t make me do it over some girl.”
“Grandfather,” Miss Peach rushes to Sir Benedict’s arm, “Are you going to sit here and let him talk about your granddaughter that way? I am still a member of this family.”
“Melba, don’t be so pious.” Sir Benedict shakes her hand from his arm, “Whatever credibility this family had was lost when the maid killed my son.”
“And I say this as a friend,” Lord Gray chimes in, “Your family didn’t have much left to its name after King Azure died here.”
“What?” asks Miss Peach in confusion
“Oh yes,” Sir Benedict and Lord Gray lock eyes for a moment, “Lord Gray was here when it happened. One could say he was a possible suspect to the murder. King Azure was killed at Blackwell Grange.”
“Murder?” Miss Peach gulps, “The killer was caught?”
“Of course.” Lord Gray says
“This house has a significantly large amount of murders in its history.” Sgt. Gray says, “Perhaps Melba and I would be better off to separate ourselves from this manor’s horrible legacy.”
“It’s not just murders. It’s suicides too,” Sir Benedict says, “You would not believe the amount of heartbroken scullery maids hanged themselves in the Stables because the stable boy ran off with another gal.”
Miss Peach looks to the distant Stables, “Yvette hanged herself in the Billiard Room.”
“Yes,” Lord Gray stands up, “And where will you hang yourself once my son realizes you are beneath him?”
“Father that is enough!” Sgt. Gray stands forward
“Has anyone ever died out here by the Swimming Pool.” Miss Peach asks, ignoring Lord Gray’s bullying comments.
“I’m sure someone has drowned here.” Lord Gray points out blatantly, blood has been shed all over this place.
“Yes, actually,” Sir Benedict says distantly, “There was one drowning at this pool, my two year old son.”
“Oh,” Miss Peach’s voice goes quiet, “I didn’t know you had other children.”
“He was my first child - Benedict the fifth.” Sir Benedict says standing up, “I suppose I ought to stop boring you with my past. I’ll take these into the Study so they don’t get ruined.” He holds up the blueprints, “Enjoy what’s left of a good day.”
Lord Gray and Miss Peach watch as Sir Benedict solemnly walks into the house.
“That was really awkward.” Sgt. Gray says, “I feel bad for him, but that was strange nonetheless.”
“Get used to strange things,” Lord Gray says, glaring at Miss Peach, “You’ll be in for a lot of strange things as long as you are around this one.”
Miss Peach shrugs, “Strange is better than boring.”
At the Croquet Field, behind Blackwell Grange, Mrs. White has managed to take the lead of the game in Mrs. Peacock’s absence. Colonel Mustard and Reverend Green both manage to try their best, while Mrs. Meadow-Brook sulks along the edge of the croquet field. Mr. Meadow-Brook quickly makes his way down the path from the Garden and approaches his wife.
“I’m losing,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Mrs. White came to replace Mrs. Peacock and she is very good at croquet. I don’t think I stand a chance at winning.”
“Jane,” Mr. Meadow-Brook lowers his voice, “I did it.”
“What?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook smiles softly, “You actually went ahead with it? You had the courage?”
“Mrs. Peacock and Professor Plum,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “But we need to go home.”
“Nonsense,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I’m fitting in.”
“You don’t understand,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says with anxiety in his voice, “I followed Rusty and I found out he has three little skeletons in his closet. We have to go to the police.”
“You didn’t come to a mutual agreement with Rusty like you did with Mrs. Peacock?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook, leading her husband away from the Croquet Field and towards the Boat House, “Surely if you could intimidate Professor Plum and Mrs. Peacock, you can take on the elderly gardener.”
“He raped and killed three children.” Mr. Meadow-Brook looks around nervously
“That could be our biggest cash-cow! Do what you have to do.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I’m not leaving.”
“Jane,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “I’m scared he will kill again to protect his secret.”
“Are you honestly scared?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook, “Rusty is practically 100-years-old. He’d fall over in a bad wind. You need to put on the brave face and stand your ground. Mrs. Peacock and Professor Plum fear you. Rusty will fear you too.”
“Jane,” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “We need to leave right now.”
“Help yourself to the Billiard Room and have a drink.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “After all, you’ve blackmailed Mrs. Peacock for everything she has. We might as well start helping ourselves to what little we can.”
“Jane, I don’t think you understand how deep over my head I’ve gotten myself.” Mr. Meadow-Brook says, “Besides, you know I’m weak to alcohol.”
“Let yourself be weak.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “You deserve it. We must get ready for the wealth and luxury.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook leans forward and kisses her husband, “Try to calm yourself down. I’m off to mingle.”
Beyond the Tennis Courts, at the Gazebo, Professor Plum opens and closes a pair of Garden Shears. The tablecloth on each table blows lightly in the breeze. Rusty comes up the stairs of the Gazebo, out of breath.
“You left this lying around.” Professor Plum hands the Garden Shears to the old gardener
“Have you seen Mr. Meadow-Brook?” Rusty asks with obvious concern in his voice
“Not for a while,” Professor Plum’s mood turns sour at the mention of the crooked lawyer.
Rusty sits down on the steps to the Gazebo, gripping the Garden Shears tightly. Professor Plum begins to pick up on the seriousness to Rusty’s situation.
“What did he say to you?” asks Professor Plum
Rusty stares up at him for a minute, “He caught me in a moment of weakness. He heard me confessing my sins.”
“And now he’s holding it against you?” Professor Plum asks
“I just need to talk to him.” Rusty says, closing the Garden Shears suddenly and quickly, “Maybe I can help him understand me.”
“Don’t do anything reckless.” Professor Plum says turning back to the lake
“Aren’t you going to ask what it was all about?” Rusty looks up at Professor Plum with sorrow in his eyes
“I really don’t care.” Professor Plum says, “We all have things in the past we’d like to keep hidden. I’ll respect that.”
Rusty stares off towards the Tennis Courts, “He came down this way.”
“Go find him.” Professor Plum says, “Protect your past and your future.”
Rusty nods and walks off to the Tennis Courts.
“Sounds like you two have yourselves in a wee bit of trouble.” Mrs. Peacock comes from around the Gazebo with white gloves on.
“How long have you been snooping around?” Professor Plum asks
“I’m not snooping,” Mrs. Peacock defends, “I’m getting familiar with the landscape of my new home.”
“Temporary home.” Professor Plum corrects her
“I didn’t realize you were upset with me too.” Mrs. Peacock crosses her arms and climbs the steps to the Gazebo.
“I’ve had a rotten day.” Professor Plum says, adjusting his bow-tie.
“Mr. Meadow-Brook getting to you?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“Unfortunately,” Professor Plum says, “Apparently I owe him a favor for his secrecy.”
“A favor?” Mrs. Peacock laughs, “I owe him a sizeable sum.”
“Blackmail,” Professor Plum says, “That is cold, hard blackmail. I knew he was twisted the moment I laid eyes on him.”
“You dismissed Rusty with those wicked Garden Shears,” Mrs. Peacock runs her hand smoothly across Professor Plum’s back, “Perhaps he was in such an angry mood he’ll snip off Mr. Meadow-Brook’s head.”
“Do not joke about murder.” Professor Plum scolds her, shoving her hand off of him, “Not here. Mr. Meadow-Brook needs to be knocked down a peg. That’s all I meant.”
“Relax,” Mrs. Peacock says, “And I was only half joking. It’s dangerous to blackmail and threaten known murderers.”
“I’m no murderer!” Professor Plum stomps his foot angrily
Mrs. Peacock turns and begins to walk away. She stops at the foot of the Gazebo stairs and looks back up at him, “If you know what’s best for you, you’ll scrape up more of that poison and finish off the blackmailing lawyer. Protect your past and your future.”
To Be Continued…