Episode 2.08 “The Color of Murder” Part 4
“I’m really paranoid right now.” Mr. Meadow-Brook looks around, the occasional raindrop falls from the sky, “Maybe it’s the alcohol I’ve consumed. I just want to get my wife and leave this place. She was insisting on staying and now… I just want to figure out what the hell is going on here and get back to my own home. Miss Scarlet’s rapist could be dangerous. We can’t be searching the grounds. We are not prepared for anything if we do happen to stumble upon someone with malicious intentions.”
The person before Mr. Meadow-Brook smiles a bit and then swings the Water Bucket towards him with a sudden burst of violence. The metal ridge around the Water Bucket strikes Mr. Meadow-Brook on the top of the head. He falls to his knees as the assailant swings a second time. Blood begins to form and drip through Mr. Meadow-Brook’s hair as he falls to his hands, looking down at the bloodstained marble of the foundation around the Swimming Pool. The raindrops pick up as the blood and water mix. Mr. Meadow-Brook cranes his weary neck up to look at his killer one last time. His ears are ringing. The twilight sky creates silhouettes from the marble statutes dotted around the Swimming Pool. Mr. Meadow-Brook takes a shallow breath as he watches the Bucket swing back to release him from the world around him. It follows through with a final crack.
Meanwhile, several miles East of Blackwell Grange, Prince Philippe Azure and Mr. Saffron step into the backseat of a motorcar near the train station. The car begins to embark upon the final drive to Blackwell Grange. Rain is coming down steadily and the windshield wipers are squeaking and flapping noisily.
“I forgot how dull and wet it is here.” Prince Azure says, his breath fogging up the window he is looking out
“Are you anxious?” asks Mr. Saffron, checking his fingernails casually
“I will not lie,” Prince Azure says, “I am always filled with horror when I see the gargoyles on the roof of Blackwell Grange. This time will be no different.”
Somewhere in the rainy darkness around Blackwell Grange, Colonel Mustard holds Rusty by the shoulders. They are both thoroughly soaked.
“We will find her.” Colonel Mustard says reassuringly, “She couldn’t have run off very far.”
“Mrs. Meadow-Brook is a strange woman,” Rusty says as the rain begins to pick up, “Who knows where she wandered off to.”
Colonel Mustard looks towards the Dining Room and Lounge windows, “We need to get inside and regroup.”
“But what about…” Rusty is frantic
“Meadow-Brook will be found, let’s just get inside and wait for everyone else.” Colonel Mustard says
Behind the Ballroom, Mr. John Boddy races to the Ballroom French Doors, trying to stay dry. Sir Benedict Black rushes over as quickly as his walking cane will allow him to. The old man pushes through the thick curtains of the Ballroom.
“Where is Mrs. White?” Mr. Boddy says
Sir Benedict turns around, expecting Mrs. White to be right behind him.
“She was just here.” Sir Benedict steps out onto the threshold, hoping the shelter will allow them to see clearer. The rain picks up its velocity and soon mist begins to form from the unexpected autumn shower.
“You don’t suppose she slipped and fell?” asks Mr. Boddy
Mrs. Peacock comes down the spiral staircase that separates the Ballroom from the Hall. She has changed out of her garden party attire into pants and a sweater.
“Where is everyone?” she asks
“Outside.” Sir Benedict shakes his damp hair, “Mrs. White has either gotten lost or decided to come back in a different way.”
“Have you check the backdoor to the Kitchen?” Mrs. Peacock reaches the landing between the Hall and Ballroom, “Have the police arrived?”
“I don’t think so.” Mr. Boddy says, “Hard to tell in all the chaos. No one has been together. How is Vivienne?”
“Where is Sergeant Gray?” asks Mrs. Peacock, ignoring Mr. Boddy, “Is he still outside in all this?”
“Miss Peach and Reverend Green went to the Study with Sergeant Gray and Mr. Ash.” Sir Benedict says, “I would start by checking there.”
Mrs. Peacock sighs in frustration and makes her way down the long Hall to the Study door. She opens it to find Miss Peach sitting alone in front of the fireplace.
“What are you doing in here all alone?” asks Mrs. Peacock, turning on the tiffany lamp on the desk.
“Reverend Green went to see what was taking Stuart so long.” Miss Peach says, warming her hands in front of the fire,
“Stuart told me we were both going to leave as soon as the police arrived. Why is your hair all wet?”
“Well this is my private Study and I would like it to myself.” Mrs. Peacock says, holding her head, “I have a massive headache and need some quiet to process everything that just happened to my stepdaughter. You should join the others.”
“Where am I to go?” asks Miss Peach
“I don’t care,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Just not here. It’s a big mansion. Sit on a side chair in the Hall if it pleases you. Just get out!”
Miss Peach rushes out, startled by Mrs. Peacock’s sudden hostility.
In the Stables, Dr. Prussian and Lord Gray both take shelter in the doorway. Dr. Prussian stares at his pocket watch while Lord Gray holds his cane above the muddy floor.
“Jesus,” Dr. Prussian looks around to see how wet they both are, “It just came down out of nowhere.”
“I can’t believe Professor Plum suggested using saddles as umbrellas to take cover back to Blackwell Grange.” Lord Gray scoffs “Saddles? He can’t be serious.”
“Hopefully he gets back with the umbrellas soon.” Dr. Prussian says, the damp, coldness of the Stables starts to get through his clothes.
“He has been gone for an awfully long time.” Lord Gray says impatiently, gripping his cane tightly.
Dr. Prussian dusts off a wooden chair from the work bench and sits.
“If the Professor does not come back soon we are going to need to use a saddle and just go.” Dr. Prussian shrugs
“You can go right ahead.” Lord Gray says, “I’m staying right here. I will not cower beneath a filth-ridden leather mount.”
In the Hall of Blackwell Grange, Miss Peach exits the Study. Colonel Mustard and Rusty come inside through the Kitchen.
“Are you alright?” Colonel Mustard asks, noticing Miss Peach’s upset facial expression
“Is everyone still outside?” Miss Peach doesn’t hear Colonel Mustard’s question
Sir Benedict Black steps into the Hall from the Ballroom with Mr. Boddy, “Did either of you see Mrs. White while you were in the Kitchen?”
“No,” Colonel Mustard says, “It was dark in the Kitchen when we came through.”
“I can start a fire in the hearth in the Kitchen.” Rusty says
“Good idea.” Sir Benedict says, “I’m sure everyone who was caught in the rain will want to dry off their damp clothes.”
As soon as Rusty leaves to go to the Kitchen, Professor Plum comes through the front door holding a saddle over his head. His nose is bloody and his glasses are smashed in his left hand.
“Uncle Peter,” Miss Peach rushes over to the drenched, bleeding man.
“The rain got my glasses all wet and I tripped on a goddamn bucket.” Professor Plum says, “It was lying in the middle of the driveway around the Garden.”
“Are you alright?” Colonel Mustard asks, taking the saddle from him and placing the wet thing on the round table in the middle of the Hall.
Lady Lavender and Mrs. White both come from the Conservatory. Their clothes are dry.
“Where have did you go?” asks Mr. Boddy
“I went in through the Conservatory.” Mrs. White says, “I couldn’t see very well after the rain picked up. I wanted to use the walk path.”
“Well you are here now.” Sir Benedict says, “Rusty is starting a fire in the Kitchen for the guests.”
“I’ll get towels from the linen closet.” Mrs. White says, fluffing her hair with her hands.
“I suppose I ought to get myself cleaned up.” Professor Plum says from the other end of the Hall with Miss Peach and Colonel Mustard.
“Let’s get your nose looked at.” Colonel Mustard says, “Mrs. White keeps the first aid kit in the Kitchen.”
From the top of the stairs, Miss Scarlet stands in the shadows watching everyone in the Hall make their way to the Kitchen. As soon as the Hall is empty she comes down the spiral staircase and walks towards the front doors. As she passes the door to the Study she hears her step-mother on the phone with someone. She ignores it entirely and exits the house into the rainy darkness.
In the Study, Mrs. Peacock is on the phone, twirling the telephone cable around her fingers while she talks.
“I don’t care what it takes,” Mrs. Peacock says, “I don’t care how much it costs. You helped me get rid of my second husband. Please, just help me one last time. You will be paid well.”
“Expect a package tomorrow.” the voice on the other end of the line is very dull, “I’ll come to collect after she’s dead.”
Mrs. Peacock puts down the phone with a smile.
In the Kitchen, Professor Plum sips tea from the wooden chair he has seated himself in. He is directly in front of the warmth of the hearth. His nose bridge is bandaged and his glasses have been mended with a piece of surgical tape. Mrs. White hands Miss Peach a cup of tea. Colonel Mustard puts away the first aid kit. Lady Lavender and Mr. Boddy wait at the back door.
“You don’t suppose anyone else is still out there in the rain?” Mr. Boddy asks, “Surely they’ve made their way into the other rooms of the house by now.”
“Lord Gray and Dr. Prussian are still in the Stables.” Professor Plum says, “I had forgotten after I tripped and broke my glasses. I was going to get them umbrellas.”
“I’ll go.” Miss Peach says, “Maybe I’ll see Stuart on the way.”
“You shouldn’t go alone.” Mr. Boddy says, stopping Miss Peach
“Johnnie, I’ll be fine.” Miss Peach shrugs Mr. Boddy off of her and exits the room.
Sir Benedict Black enters the room from the Pantry and walks to Mrs. White. Mrs. White pours more water into the tea kettle at the stove.
“I think we have a little situation.” Sir Benedict says softly enough for only Mrs. White to hear
“What’s wrong?” asks Mrs. White, focusing on the tea kettle
“I was just in the Dining Room.” Sir Benedict says, “I noticed out the windows something at the Swimming Pool.” He pauses, “Something we both have been expecting.”
Mrs. White turns to him and they both go into the Pantry, which connects the Kitchen and Dining Room. As soon as they enter the dark Dining Room, Mrs. White is overcome with a dark feeling.
“I turned off the lights so we might better see outside.” Sir Benedict says motioning to the window.
Mrs. White looks out the window and through the rainy window panes. On the marble foundation around the Swimming Pool, Miles Meadow-Brook’s limp body lies in the rain. The Swimming Pool has flooded over, washing the blood away.
“Do you suppose he slipped and fell?” Mrs. White asks, “No, that would be too convenient.”
“Mrs. White,” Sir Benedict says, “What do we do?”
“What do you mean?” asks Mrs. White, “I had nothing to do with it, did you?”
“We can’t afford another scandal at Blackwell Grange.” Sir Benedict says, “We just had that nightmare with my son! I thought that with Hugh gone maybe the murders would stop.”
“I always figured Dr. Black would have been the one to kill Mr. Meadow-Brook.” Mrs. White says
“Mr. Meadow-Brook could have been the one who assaulted Miss Vivienne.” Sir Benedict points out, “Someone hunted him down, possibly that nephew of yours.”
“Stuart wouldn’t kill Mr. Meadow-Brook.” Mrs. White says, “Even if he was responsible for what happened to Miss Vivienne, Stuart likes to ask questions and get to the bottom of things. Killing is too straight-forward for him.”
“Mrs. White,” Sir Benedict says, “We have to hide it.”
“It?” Mrs. White gasps, “Mr. Meadow-Brook is a human being, despite how crooked he is. His wife is somewhere on the grounds. She still hasn’t been found. What if she has already found his body and her and my nephew have contacted more police? We need to just sit back and let this one blow over. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“Mrs. White,” Sir Benedict says, “We need to bury him. Let him take the fall.”
“Then a real rapist and a real murderer go free.” Mrs. White says
“Burying him will buy us time.” Sir Benedict says, “If the police start searching the grounds thoroughly for clues, then they are going to find the Crypt. The only reason they didn’t find it when Hugh died was because the house was the searched crime scene. Mr. Meadow-Brook is dead within view of the Crypt’.
“I don’t know what to do.” Mrs. White says closing her eyes, “But if we are going to hide the body, we need Rusty.”
Outside, taking shelter from the rain in the Gazebo, Mrs. Meadow-Brook is crying with her face covered by her hands. Her makeup is dripping from her tears and the rain. She pulls down her shaky, makeup-stained hands as she hears footsteps sloshing through the wet grass. She stays quiet as she observes Miss Scarlet walking towards the Boat House. Mrs. Meadow-Brook stays still for a moment, and then decides to follow quietly in the rain.
Inside the Boat House, Sgt. Gray holds a small pistol as he sits, waiting. Miss Scarlet enters the Boat House, almost trance-like.
“Vivienne,” Sgt. Gray says standing up, “What are you doing out of bed.”
Miss Scarlet walks over to where Sgt. Gray is sitting. Her wet hair hugs against her face, hiding her quivering lips.
“Let’s get you back inside.” Sgt. Gray tries to stand up, but Miss Scarlet puts her hands on his shoulders and lowers him back down. She lifts up one leg and begins to climb into his lap.
“Vivienne!” Sgt. Gray is alarmed, “What are you doing?”
Miss Scarlet says nothing, beginning to lift her wet clothes off. Sgt. Gray stands, knocking Miss Scarlet off his lap and onto the floor. She begins crying, realizing what is happening around her. She pulls her knees to her chest. Sgt. Gray stands for a minute before lifting the frail girl off her feet and into his arms.
“Let’s get you back inside.” Sgt. Gray says reassuringly with a long sigh after.
Miss Scarlet cries rapidly in his arms as he carries her outside and towards Blackwell Grange.
Across Hampshire, on the west coast, the storm is at its height. Many of the ships at the harbor have docked around Prince Azure’s massive, wooden ship. Several miles up the coast from the Marina at the Seafront Terrace, Fivel Dove runs down the hallway of the seventeenth floor of the hotel. He is accompanied by a young nun with jade-green eyes.
“Sister Catherine, when is mummy coming back?” Fivel asks as they reach the Door 1749.
“Your mother didn’t tell me exactly when she would be back,” Sister Catherine says truthfully, “She only said that she went to take your new baby brother to meet an old friend who would help provide a better home for the both of you. But for the most part, your mother is rather vague about what she does in her spare time.”
“Have you ever been to Blackwell Grange?” Fivel asks, as they both step into the Hotel Room.
“No.” Sister Catherine replies, sitting down with the boy
“Mother says that we will own Blackwell Grange one day and that all the wickedness that haunts that place will go away for good.” Fivel says
“Really?” Sister Catherine chuckles, “I certainly hope there is no evil where we are going.”
There is a knock at the door. Sister Catherine stands up and answers it to see Madame Rose standing in the hallway with her eyes closed. The sight of the woman startles Sister Catherine.
“May I help you?” asks Sister Catherine, composing herself with a warm smile.
“The boy is here?” asks Madame Rose
“Excuse me?” Sister Catherine becomes concerned, “Who are you?”
“Madame Rose?” Fivel is confused upon seeing the woman at the door, “Is that you?”
“You know this woman?” asks Sister Catherine
“Where is the baby?” asks Madame Rose with a frantic tone, “Am I too late?”
“Miss Dove took him out for the evening.” Sister Catherine says, stepping closer to Madame Rose, “Who exactly are you and what do you need?”
“Where did she go?” asks Madame Rose
“What is going on?” asks Sister Catherine, visibly upset by Madame Rose’s intrusion
“She’s a psychic, these sorts of things happen.” Fivel says, “Let her in.”
“I don’t have time for this,” Madame Rose says, “You need to take that boy and get away from Amelia Dove and her wicked, evil intentions.”
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Sister Catherine says, “Now!”
Madame Rose puts her hand over her mouth in sorrow, “Oh, but it’s is sadly too late for the baby.”
“I am going to call for the police if you don’t step out of the doorway.” Sister Catherine warns
“Fivel,” Madame Rose turns to the boy, “Constantine is here. Please talk to her. Find her.”
“Nurse Silver?” asks Fivel, “Why would she be here?”
“That is more than enough.” Sister Catherine pushes Madame Rose into the hallway and bolts the door. She takes a few calming breaths before taking Fivel into the en-suite kitchen and pouring herself a glass of water. She sips it slowly and speaks with fear, “Who is she and what does she want
“She’s the sister of the man that mummy was supposed to be married to.” Fivel says
“And remind me again, why weren’t they married?” asks Sister Catherine
Fivel silently looks at his feet.
“Did your mother stop the wedding?” asks Sister Catherine
“No.” Fivel says, “At least I don’t think so. She has been different since it happened.”
“Different how?” asks Sister Catherine
“She seems…” Fivel thinks for a moment, “More angry when things down pan out how she wanted.”
“It sounds to me like your mother is a very busy woman and needs a little help caring for you and your new little brother.” Sister Catherine says
“Yeah,” Fivel says, unconvinced, “She’s just busier now.”
In the meantime, aboard Prince Azure’s ship, Mrs. Margaret Black-Boddy and Miss Amelia Dove both observe Mr. Green as he flips through his small black book.
“Are you sure he’ll do what we say?” asks Mrs. Black-Boddy with a soft whisper
“He will do anything for his family.” Miss Dove nods, “Fivel and his Uncle Thallo are the only ones he truly cares about in this world. Besides, if he does turn on me I have plenty of people at Blackwell Grange that will confirm my hatred for boats and water. They will think our meeting on Azure’s ship is the most ridiculous lie.”
“I can hear both of you.” Mr. Green rolls his eyes, “And if I was planning on betraying you I certainly would not do it right now when you are expecting it. Just relax and enjoy the fact that you have me at your command for the time being.”
“You say you’ll kill every member of my retched family, but how do I know you have no loyalties to them?” Mrs. Black-Boddy says, “Surely you’ve managed to make a friend or two while you were there.”
“Sir Benedict, John Boddy, Peter Plum, Rose, and you two fine women are the only members of the Black Family left.” Mr. Green says, “Since Hugh’s passing I have no real reason to ever return to Blackwell Grange. If you want a blood-bath then I will gladly provide. It could be my swan song of sorts.”
“I want it quick and devastating.” Mrs. Black-Boddy says, “I don’t care if you burn the goddamn mansion to ashes, just allow me to be there afterwards to smell the ashes.”
“That would certainly take care of Mrs. Peacock in the process.” Mr. Green chuckles, “Shame to watch the historical structure fall apart.”
“I will be putting you up at the same hotel as my daughter,” Mrs. Black-Boddy instructs, “You will return with her there but after that I do not want to the two of you involved beyond your mutual son.”
“What am I to do at the Seafront Terrace?” asks Mr. Green
“Kill Rose.” Mrs. Black-Boddy says, “My sister is staying there.”
“Hopefully she doesn’t see it coming in her crystal ball.” Mr. Green laughs a bit
“Nurse Silver and Mr. Clay are persistent on getting the child.” Miss Dove explains to Mr. Green, “I, however have been taught by my lovely mother to always stay several steps ahead. Nurse Silver and Dr. Black’s illegitimate baby was a mere inconvenience.”
“Are you planning on killing the baby too?” Mr. Green crosses his arms
Miss Dove chuckles, “I already tossed him off the ship a few hours ago.”
“The Black legacy will end.” Mrs. Black-Boddy says, “I don’t care how you kill my son. The spoiled brat deserves what is coming.”
Mr. Green’s arms are tense and his brow is furrowed.
“Is this getting too hard for you?” asks Mrs. Black-Boddy
“Was it necessary to kill the baby?” asks Mr. Green
“Probably not.” Miss Dove says, “I could have easily dropped him off across the country at an orphanage without any indication of who he is. But it wasn’t worth the risk that in some thirty years he might come back after searching far and wide and discovering who he is.”
“But if Blackwell Grange is in ashes, none of that matters.” Mr. Green says
“Burn Blackwell Grange to the ground or let it stand,” Mrs. Black-Boddy says, “We’ll rebuild and a new era will be born. An era we can be proud of.”
“You aren’t really ending the Black Legacy,” Mr. Green points out, “You are rebuilding it.”
“And our son will be the start to something glorious.” Miss Dove smiles
Meanwhile, back at Blackwell Grange, Miss Peach makes her way to the Stables with two spare umbrellas. Her own umbrella is failing to keep her dry. As she reaches the doorway she notices that Lord Gray and Dr. Prussian are not alone in the Stables, but there are two other gentlemen with them.
“Miss Peach,” Lord Gray says, feigning appreciation, “So nice of you to rescue us. What happened to Professor Plum? He was supposed to quickly grab a few umbrellas. It’s been nearly ten minutes.”
“He was hurt in the rain.” Miss Peach says, “He slipped and broke his nose.”
“Good heavens,” Dr. Prussian says taking an umbrella. The two other gentlemen remain silent.
“Miss Peach, this is Prince Philippe Azure and his royal adviser.” Lord Gray introduces
“Oh my stars!” Miss Peach squeals, “I… I’ve never been before royalty before.” Miss Peach attempts to curtsy but ends up looking remarkably ungraceful.
“There is no need for special treatment.” Prince Azure says, holding back a chuckle, “I only require a dry roof and a warm meal.”
“This is Stable is providing neither.” Lord Gray says, “Give us the umbrellas so we might get out of this manure-ridden barn.”
Dr. Prussian takes Miss Peach under his umbrella as Lord Gray and Prince Azure huddle under the other two. Mr. Saffron follows behind in the rain.
“What is that?” asks Lord Gray as the group comes around the Garden
“It’s Mrs. Meadow-Brook.” Miss Peach says
Dr. Prussian rushes Miss Peach over to where Mrs. Meadow-Brook stands at the Fountain looking over the dark, flooded Swimming Pool.
“Jane, you are soaking wet, what are you thinking?” Dr. Prussian says as Lord Gray, Prince Azure, and Mr. Saffron make their way over to the Fountain.
“Let’s all get inside quickly.” Lord Gray says, frustrated and getting wetter and wetter in the windy, rainy darkness
Mrs. Meadow-Brook speaks to Dr. Prussian and Miss Peach with frantic, quivering breaths but neither of them can understand a word she is saying.
“Let’s get her inside.” Dr. Prussian takes Mrs. Meadow-Brook by the arm as the group huddle through the sopping wet driveway and to the front doors of Blackwell Grange. Mrs. Peacock, Reverend Green, and Mr. Ash all stand in the Hall around the Fireplace.
“Professor Plum, Colonel Mustard, and some of the others are in the Kitchen warming up infront of the fire.” Miss Peach says, “I suggest we do the same.”
Sir Benedict and Mrs. White comes from the Dining Room with pale faces.
“Please,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook lets herself fall from Dr. Prussian’s grip. She catches herself on the edge of the side table and sits in a hall chair.
“Prince Azure,” Mrs. Peacock notices the arrival of Prince Azure, “I am so sorry I did not get to greet you formally.”
“It is quite alright.” Prince Azure says, “We found your friend hysterical in the rain. Is she going to be alright?”
“Don’t worry about Mrs. Meadow-Brook,” Mrs. Peacock takes his soaking arm, “Let’s get you in front of this warm fire.” She leads him to Reverend Green and Mr. Ash by the Hall’s fireplace.
“Miles is dead.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook manages to squeak out of her throat from the chair near the Lounge doorway.
“Jane?” Lord Gray is breathless
“What did she say?” asks Dr. Prussian
“He’s dead.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook shuts her eyes, “He’s gone. Miles is gone. Outside at the Pool.”
Mrs. White grips Sir Benedict’s arm tightly.
“Shit.” Sir Benedict grinds his teeth
“The cat is out of the bag now.” Mrs. White whispers back to him
“He was beaten to death senselessly.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook begins gasping for breath as she is choking on her own tears, “His head…”
“Let’s lie her down in the Lounge,” Dr. Prussian suggests, “Before she hyperventilates.”
“I can’t go on without my Miles.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook sobs uncontrollably, coughing and sputtering, “There isn’t a point.”
“Miles is dead?” Reverend Green turns to Mrs. Peacock and Prince Azure, “He can’t be.”
Mr. Ash walks to Mrs. White and Sir Benedict.
“What did you two do?” asks Mr. Ash, trying to keep his voice quiet, “I see both of you fidgeting around.”
“We didn’t do anything!” Mrs. White responds, “We were just trying to figure everything out when the chaos started unfolding here in the Hall.”
“Do we call Inspector Brown?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“Sgt. Gray already called the police.” Reverend Green says, “At least that’s what he was checking on when he left Miss Peach and I alone.”
“Why would you call the police?” Prince Azure asks
“Miss Scarlet was… attacked.” Reverend Green says, “Sexually assaulted.”
“Gracious!” Prince Azure says, “I took a horrible time to stop in. I wanted to make it to Hugh’s memorial…”
“Put me down!” Mrs. Meadow-Brook shrieks at Mr. Saffron, Dr. Prussian, and Lord Gray as they all attempt to move Mrs. Meadow-Brook to the Lounge.
“Please, Mrs. Meadow-Brook, you have to stay calm.” Miss Peach tries to sooth her
The front doors of Blackwell Grange open and Sgt. Gray enters carrying Miss Scarlet in his arms. Her head is nestled against his shoulder. Her bare feet and legs are covered in mud and wet grass.
“Stuart?” Miss Peach steps from the group huddled around Mrs. Meadow-Brook
“What is she doing out of bed?” asks Mrs. Peacock, trying to maintain her composure, “Vivienne! Why isn’t she talking?”
“She just collapsed.” Sgt. Gray says, “I… I don’t know what to do.”
Mrs. Peacock throws open the Study doors and Sgt. Gray lays Miss Scarlet down on the red chaise lounge. Prince Azure, Reverend Green, and Mrs. White all follow to the Study doorway.
“We’re afraid there has been a terrible accident.” Sir Benedict speaks loudly in the Hall, over everyone else, “Mrs. White and I were just passing through the Dining Room when we noticed outside by the Swimming Pool, Mr. Meadow-Brook. He’s dead.”
“He’s been murdered.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook screams painfully as Dr. Prussian and Lord Gray let go of her. Mrs. Meadow-Brook faints. Mr. Saffron takes a few steps over to the Study doorway and brings Prince Azure aside.
“We picked a hell of a time to get involved.” Mr. Saffron says
“I was not expecting this.” Prince Azure says
“What now?” asks Mr. Saffron
“Just stay calm.” Prince Azure says, “We didn’t kill this man so we have nothing to hide.”
Dr. Prussian and Lord Gray stand over the fainted Mrs. Meadow-Brook as Miss Peach and Sgt. Gray help her up and into the Lounge.
“This is a nightmare.” Lord Gray says
“Get her up off the floor.” Sgt. Gray orders, “We need to stay calm.”
“I need to check on Miss Scarlet.” Dr. Prussian exits the Lounge, crosses the Hall, and enters the Study where Mrs. Peacock holds Miss Scarlet’s hand at the chaise lounge. Reverend Green and Mrs. White have both made their way inside the Study fully.
“Where is Stuart?” asks Mrs. White
“In the Lounge with Miss Peach and Lord Gray.” Reverend Green says
“Mrs. Meadow-Brook fainted.” Dr. Prussian says, “They are tending to her while I look over Miss Scarlet.”
“What happened to you, Vivienne?” Mrs. Peacock stares into Miss Scarlet’s trance-like eyes.
“Vivienne, can you hear us?” Dr. Prussian moves Mrs. Peacock aside and begins performing audial and visual stimulants, “She’s in shock.”
“Then slap her!” Mrs. Peacock says
“That is not exactly the protocol we usually prefer.” Dr. Prussian says
Mrs. Peacock slaps Miss Scarlet across the face. Miss Scarlet gasps for air repeatedly and then proceeds to cry.
“What happened out there, Vivienne?” Mrs. Peacock asks
“I don’t remember.” Miss Scarlet says, her voice weak and cracking
“This isn’t good.” Mrs. White says, half to herself
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Did you do something to Mr. Meadow-Brook?”
“I… I can’t remember.” Miss Scarlet shuts her eyes and cries into the fabric of the chaise lounge.
Back in the Lounge, Miss Peach embraces Sgt. Gray and begins crying.
“Can we just leave this place?” asks Miss Peach
“I’m afraid that is not possible.” Lord Gray says, “As it appears, we are all suspects to murder and potentially rape. Until both those things are sorted out, I assume we won’t be leaving anytime soon.”
To Be Continued…
The person before Mr. Meadow-Brook smiles a bit and then swings the Water Bucket towards him with a sudden burst of violence. The metal ridge around the Water Bucket strikes Mr. Meadow-Brook on the top of the head. He falls to his knees as the assailant swings a second time. Blood begins to form and drip through Mr. Meadow-Brook’s hair as he falls to his hands, looking down at the bloodstained marble of the foundation around the Swimming Pool. The raindrops pick up as the blood and water mix. Mr. Meadow-Brook cranes his weary neck up to look at his killer one last time. His ears are ringing. The twilight sky creates silhouettes from the marble statutes dotted around the Swimming Pool. Mr. Meadow-Brook takes a shallow breath as he watches the Bucket swing back to release him from the world around him. It follows through with a final crack.
Meanwhile, several miles East of Blackwell Grange, Prince Philippe Azure and Mr. Saffron step into the backseat of a motorcar near the train station. The car begins to embark upon the final drive to Blackwell Grange. Rain is coming down steadily and the windshield wipers are squeaking and flapping noisily.
“I forgot how dull and wet it is here.” Prince Azure says, his breath fogging up the window he is looking out
“Are you anxious?” asks Mr. Saffron, checking his fingernails casually
“I will not lie,” Prince Azure says, “I am always filled with horror when I see the gargoyles on the roof of Blackwell Grange. This time will be no different.”
Somewhere in the rainy darkness around Blackwell Grange, Colonel Mustard holds Rusty by the shoulders. They are both thoroughly soaked.
“We will find her.” Colonel Mustard says reassuringly, “She couldn’t have run off very far.”
“Mrs. Meadow-Brook is a strange woman,” Rusty says as the rain begins to pick up, “Who knows where she wandered off to.”
Colonel Mustard looks towards the Dining Room and Lounge windows, “We need to get inside and regroup.”
“But what about…” Rusty is frantic
“Meadow-Brook will be found, let’s just get inside and wait for everyone else.” Colonel Mustard says
Behind the Ballroom, Mr. John Boddy races to the Ballroom French Doors, trying to stay dry. Sir Benedict Black rushes over as quickly as his walking cane will allow him to. The old man pushes through the thick curtains of the Ballroom.
“Where is Mrs. White?” Mr. Boddy says
Sir Benedict turns around, expecting Mrs. White to be right behind him.
“She was just here.” Sir Benedict steps out onto the threshold, hoping the shelter will allow them to see clearer. The rain picks up its velocity and soon mist begins to form from the unexpected autumn shower.
“You don’t suppose she slipped and fell?” asks Mr. Boddy
Mrs. Peacock comes down the spiral staircase that separates the Ballroom from the Hall. She has changed out of her garden party attire into pants and a sweater.
“Where is everyone?” she asks
“Outside.” Sir Benedict shakes his damp hair, “Mrs. White has either gotten lost or decided to come back in a different way.”
“Have you check the backdoor to the Kitchen?” Mrs. Peacock reaches the landing between the Hall and Ballroom, “Have the police arrived?”
“I don’t think so.” Mr. Boddy says, “Hard to tell in all the chaos. No one has been together. How is Vivienne?”
“Where is Sergeant Gray?” asks Mrs. Peacock, ignoring Mr. Boddy, “Is he still outside in all this?”
“Miss Peach and Reverend Green went to the Study with Sergeant Gray and Mr. Ash.” Sir Benedict says, “I would start by checking there.”
Mrs. Peacock sighs in frustration and makes her way down the long Hall to the Study door. She opens it to find Miss Peach sitting alone in front of the fireplace.
“What are you doing in here all alone?” asks Mrs. Peacock, turning on the tiffany lamp on the desk.
“Reverend Green went to see what was taking Stuart so long.” Miss Peach says, warming her hands in front of the fire,
“Stuart told me we were both going to leave as soon as the police arrived. Why is your hair all wet?”
“Well this is my private Study and I would like it to myself.” Mrs. Peacock says, holding her head, “I have a massive headache and need some quiet to process everything that just happened to my stepdaughter. You should join the others.”
“Where am I to go?” asks Miss Peach
“I don’t care,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Just not here. It’s a big mansion. Sit on a side chair in the Hall if it pleases you. Just get out!”
Miss Peach rushes out, startled by Mrs. Peacock’s sudden hostility.
In the Stables, Dr. Prussian and Lord Gray both take shelter in the doorway. Dr. Prussian stares at his pocket watch while Lord Gray holds his cane above the muddy floor.
“Jesus,” Dr. Prussian looks around to see how wet they both are, “It just came down out of nowhere.”
“I can’t believe Professor Plum suggested using saddles as umbrellas to take cover back to Blackwell Grange.” Lord Gray scoffs “Saddles? He can’t be serious.”
“Hopefully he gets back with the umbrellas soon.” Dr. Prussian says, the damp, coldness of the Stables starts to get through his clothes.
“He has been gone for an awfully long time.” Lord Gray says impatiently, gripping his cane tightly.
Dr. Prussian dusts off a wooden chair from the work bench and sits.
“If the Professor does not come back soon we are going to need to use a saddle and just go.” Dr. Prussian shrugs
“You can go right ahead.” Lord Gray says, “I’m staying right here. I will not cower beneath a filth-ridden leather mount.”
In the Hall of Blackwell Grange, Miss Peach exits the Study. Colonel Mustard and Rusty come inside through the Kitchen.
“Are you alright?” Colonel Mustard asks, noticing Miss Peach’s upset facial expression
“Is everyone still outside?” Miss Peach doesn’t hear Colonel Mustard’s question
Sir Benedict Black steps into the Hall from the Ballroom with Mr. Boddy, “Did either of you see Mrs. White while you were in the Kitchen?”
“No,” Colonel Mustard says, “It was dark in the Kitchen when we came through.”
“I can start a fire in the hearth in the Kitchen.” Rusty says
“Good idea.” Sir Benedict says, “I’m sure everyone who was caught in the rain will want to dry off their damp clothes.”
As soon as Rusty leaves to go to the Kitchen, Professor Plum comes through the front door holding a saddle over his head. His nose is bloody and his glasses are smashed in his left hand.
“Uncle Peter,” Miss Peach rushes over to the drenched, bleeding man.
“The rain got my glasses all wet and I tripped on a goddamn bucket.” Professor Plum says, “It was lying in the middle of the driveway around the Garden.”
“Are you alright?” Colonel Mustard asks, taking the saddle from him and placing the wet thing on the round table in the middle of the Hall.
Lady Lavender and Mrs. White both come from the Conservatory. Their clothes are dry.
“Where have did you go?” asks Mr. Boddy
“I went in through the Conservatory.” Mrs. White says, “I couldn’t see very well after the rain picked up. I wanted to use the walk path.”
“Well you are here now.” Sir Benedict says, “Rusty is starting a fire in the Kitchen for the guests.”
“I’ll get towels from the linen closet.” Mrs. White says, fluffing her hair with her hands.
“I suppose I ought to get myself cleaned up.” Professor Plum says from the other end of the Hall with Miss Peach and Colonel Mustard.
“Let’s get your nose looked at.” Colonel Mustard says, “Mrs. White keeps the first aid kit in the Kitchen.”
From the top of the stairs, Miss Scarlet stands in the shadows watching everyone in the Hall make their way to the Kitchen. As soon as the Hall is empty she comes down the spiral staircase and walks towards the front doors. As she passes the door to the Study she hears her step-mother on the phone with someone. She ignores it entirely and exits the house into the rainy darkness.
In the Study, Mrs. Peacock is on the phone, twirling the telephone cable around her fingers while she talks.
“I don’t care what it takes,” Mrs. Peacock says, “I don’t care how much it costs. You helped me get rid of my second husband. Please, just help me one last time. You will be paid well.”
“Expect a package tomorrow.” the voice on the other end of the line is very dull, “I’ll come to collect after she’s dead.”
Mrs. Peacock puts down the phone with a smile.
In the Kitchen, Professor Plum sips tea from the wooden chair he has seated himself in. He is directly in front of the warmth of the hearth. His nose bridge is bandaged and his glasses have been mended with a piece of surgical tape. Mrs. White hands Miss Peach a cup of tea. Colonel Mustard puts away the first aid kit. Lady Lavender and Mr. Boddy wait at the back door.
“You don’t suppose anyone else is still out there in the rain?” Mr. Boddy asks, “Surely they’ve made their way into the other rooms of the house by now.”
“Lord Gray and Dr. Prussian are still in the Stables.” Professor Plum says, “I had forgotten after I tripped and broke my glasses. I was going to get them umbrellas.”
“I’ll go.” Miss Peach says, “Maybe I’ll see Stuart on the way.”
“You shouldn’t go alone.” Mr. Boddy says, stopping Miss Peach
“Johnnie, I’ll be fine.” Miss Peach shrugs Mr. Boddy off of her and exits the room.
Sir Benedict Black enters the room from the Pantry and walks to Mrs. White. Mrs. White pours more water into the tea kettle at the stove.
“I think we have a little situation.” Sir Benedict says softly enough for only Mrs. White to hear
“What’s wrong?” asks Mrs. White, focusing on the tea kettle
“I was just in the Dining Room.” Sir Benedict says, “I noticed out the windows something at the Swimming Pool.” He pauses, “Something we both have been expecting.”
Mrs. White turns to him and they both go into the Pantry, which connects the Kitchen and Dining Room. As soon as they enter the dark Dining Room, Mrs. White is overcome with a dark feeling.
“I turned off the lights so we might better see outside.” Sir Benedict says motioning to the window.
Mrs. White looks out the window and through the rainy window panes. On the marble foundation around the Swimming Pool, Miles Meadow-Brook’s limp body lies in the rain. The Swimming Pool has flooded over, washing the blood away.
“Do you suppose he slipped and fell?” Mrs. White asks, “No, that would be too convenient.”
“Mrs. White,” Sir Benedict says, “What do we do?”
“What do you mean?” asks Mrs. White, “I had nothing to do with it, did you?”
“We can’t afford another scandal at Blackwell Grange.” Sir Benedict says, “We just had that nightmare with my son! I thought that with Hugh gone maybe the murders would stop.”
“I always figured Dr. Black would have been the one to kill Mr. Meadow-Brook.” Mrs. White says
“Mr. Meadow-Brook could have been the one who assaulted Miss Vivienne.” Sir Benedict points out, “Someone hunted him down, possibly that nephew of yours.”
“Stuart wouldn’t kill Mr. Meadow-Brook.” Mrs. White says, “Even if he was responsible for what happened to Miss Vivienne, Stuart likes to ask questions and get to the bottom of things. Killing is too straight-forward for him.”
“Mrs. White,” Sir Benedict says, “We have to hide it.”
“It?” Mrs. White gasps, “Mr. Meadow-Brook is a human being, despite how crooked he is. His wife is somewhere on the grounds. She still hasn’t been found. What if she has already found his body and her and my nephew have contacted more police? We need to just sit back and let this one blow over. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“Mrs. White,” Sir Benedict says, “We need to bury him. Let him take the fall.”
“Then a real rapist and a real murderer go free.” Mrs. White says
“Burying him will buy us time.” Sir Benedict says, “If the police start searching the grounds thoroughly for clues, then they are going to find the Crypt. The only reason they didn’t find it when Hugh died was because the house was the searched crime scene. Mr. Meadow-Brook is dead within view of the Crypt’.
“I don’t know what to do.” Mrs. White says closing her eyes, “But if we are going to hide the body, we need Rusty.”
Outside, taking shelter from the rain in the Gazebo, Mrs. Meadow-Brook is crying with her face covered by her hands. Her makeup is dripping from her tears and the rain. She pulls down her shaky, makeup-stained hands as she hears footsteps sloshing through the wet grass. She stays quiet as she observes Miss Scarlet walking towards the Boat House. Mrs. Meadow-Brook stays still for a moment, and then decides to follow quietly in the rain.
Inside the Boat House, Sgt. Gray holds a small pistol as he sits, waiting. Miss Scarlet enters the Boat House, almost trance-like.
“Vivienne,” Sgt. Gray says standing up, “What are you doing out of bed.”
Miss Scarlet walks over to where Sgt. Gray is sitting. Her wet hair hugs against her face, hiding her quivering lips.
“Let’s get you back inside.” Sgt. Gray tries to stand up, but Miss Scarlet puts her hands on his shoulders and lowers him back down. She lifts up one leg and begins to climb into his lap.
“Vivienne!” Sgt. Gray is alarmed, “What are you doing?”
Miss Scarlet says nothing, beginning to lift her wet clothes off. Sgt. Gray stands, knocking Miss Scarlet off his lap and onto the floor. She begins crying, realizing what is happening around her. She pulls her knees to her chest. Sgt. Gray stands for a minute before lifting the frail girl off her feet and into his arms.
“Let’s get you back inside.” Sgt. Gray says reassuringly with a long sigh after.
Miss Scarlet cries rapidly in his arms as he carries her outside and towards Blackwell Grange.
Across Hampshire, on the west coast, the storm is at its height. Many of the ships at the harbor have docked around Prince Azure’s massive, wooden ship. Several miles up the coast from the Marina at the Seafront Terrace, Fivel Dove runs down the hallway of the seventeenth floor of the hotel. He is accompanied by a young nun with jade-green eyes.
“Sister Catherine, when is mummy coming back?” Fivel asks as they reach the Door 1749.
“Your mother didn’t tell me exactly when she would be back,” Sister Catherine says truthfully, “She only said that she went to take your new baby brother to meet an old friend who would help provide a better home for the both of you. But for the most part, your mother is rather vague about what she does in her spare time.”
“Have you ever been to Blackwell Grange?” Fivel asks, as they both step into the Hotel Room.
“No.” Sister Catherine replies, sitting down with the boy
“Mother says that we will own Blackwell Grange one day and that all the wickedness that haunts that place will go away for good.” Fivel says
“Really?” Sister Catherine chuckles, “I certainly hope there is no evil where we are going.”
There is a knock at the door. Sister Catherine stands up and answers it to see Madame Rose standing in the hallway with her eyes closed. The sight of the woman startles Sister Catherine.
“May I help you?” asks Sister Catherine, composing herself with a warm smile.
“The boy is here?” asks Madame Rose
“Excuse me?” Sister Catherine becomes concerned, “Who are you?”
“Madame Rose?” Fivel is confused upon seeing the woman at the door, “Is that you?”
“You know this woman?” asks Sister Catherine
“Where is the baby?” asks Madame Rose with a frantic tone, “Am I too late?”
“Miss Dove took him out for the evening.” Sister Catherine says, stepping closer to Madame Rose, “Who exactly are you and what do you need?”
“Where did she go?” asks Madame Rose
“What is going on?” asks Sister Catherine, visibly upset by Madame Rose’s intrusion
“She’s a psychic, these sorts of things happen.” Fivel says, “Let her in.”
“I don’t have time for this,” Madame Rose says, “You need to take that boy and get away from Amelia Dove and her wicked, evil intentions.”
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Sister Catherine says, “Now!”
Madame Rose puts her hand over her mouth in sorrow, “Oh, but it’s is sadly too late for the baby.”
“I am going to call for the police if you don’t step out of the doorway.” Sister Catherine warns
“Fivel,” Madame Rose turns to the boy, “Constantine is here. Please talk to her. Find her.”
“Nurse Silver?” asks Fivel, “Why would she be here?”
“That is more than enough.” Sister Catherine pushes Madame Rose into the hallway and bolts the door. She takes a few calming breaths before taking Fivel into the en-suite kitchen and pouring herself a glass of water. She sips it slowly and speaks with fear, “Who is she and what does she want
“She’s the sister of the man that mummy was supposed to be married to.” Fivel says
“And remind me again, why weren’t they married?” asks Sister Catherine
Fivel silently looks at his feet.
“Did your mother stop the wedding?” asks Sister Catherine
“No.” Fivel says, “At least I don’t think so. She has been different since it happened.”
“Different how?” asks Sister Catherine
“She seems…” Fivel thinks for a moment, “More angry when things down pan out how she wanted.”
“It sounds to me like your mother is a very busy woman and needs a little help caring for you and your new little brother.” Sister Catherine says
“Yeah,” Fivel says, unconvinced, “She’s just busier now.”
In the meantime, aboard Prince Azure’s ship, Mrs. Margaret Black-Boddy and Miss Amelia Dove both observe Mr. Green as he flips through his small black book.
“Are you sure he’ll do what we say?” asks Mrs. Black-Boddy with a soft whisper
“He will do anything for his family.” Miss Dove nods, “Fivel and his Uncle Thallo are the only ones he truly cares about in this world. Besides, if he does turn on me I have plenty of people at Blackwell Grange that will confirm my hatred for boats and water. They will think our meeting on Azure’s ship is the most ridiculous lie.”
“I can hear both of you.” Mr. Green rolls his eyes, “And if I was planning on betraying you I certainly would not do it right now when you are expecting it. Just relax and enjoy the fact that you have me at your command for the time being.”
“You say you’ll kill every member of my retched family, but how do I know you have no loyalties to them?” Mrs. Black-Boddy says, “Surely you’ve managed to make a friend or two while you were there.”
“Sir Benedict, John Boddy, Peter Plum, Rose, and you two fine women are the only members of the Black Family left.” Mr. Green says, “Since Hugh’s passing I have no real reason to ever return to Blackwell Grange. If you want a blood-bath then I will gladly provide. It could be my swan song of sorts.”
“I want it quick and devastating.” Mrs. Black-Boddy says, “I don’t care if you burn the goddamn mansion to ashes, just allow me to be there afterwards to smell the ashes.”
“That would certainly take care of Mrs. Peacock in the process.” Mr. Green chuckles, “Shame to watch the historical structure fall apart.”
“I will be putting you up at the same hotel as my daughter,” Mrs. Black-Boddy instructs, “You will return with her there but after that I do not want to the two of you involved beyond your mutual son.”
“What am I to do at the Seafront Terrace?” asks Mr. Green
“Kill Rose.” Mrs. Black-Boddy says, “My sister is staying there.”
“Hopefully she doesn’t see it coming in her crystal ball.” Mr. Green laughs a bit
“Nurse Silver and Mr. Clay are persistent on getting the child.” Miss Dove explains to Mr. Green, “I, however have been taught by my lovely mother to always stay several steps ahead. Nurse Silver and Dr. Black’s illegitimate baby was a mere inconvenience.”
“Are you planning on killing the baby too?” Mr. Green crosses his arms
Miss Dove chuckles, “I already tossed him off the ship a few hours ago.”
“The Black legacy will end.” Mrs. Black-Boddy says, “I don’t care how you kill my son. The spoiled brat deserves what is coming.”
Mr. Green’s arms are tense and his brow is furrowed.
“Is this getting too hard for you?” asks Mrs. Black-Boddy
“Was it necessary to kill the baby?” asks Mr. Green
“Probably not.” Miss Dove says, “I could have easily dropped him off across the country at an orphanage without any indication of who he is. But it wasn’t worth the risk that in some thirty years he might come back after searching far and wide and discovering who he is.”
“But if Blackwell Grange is in ashes, none of that matters.” Mr. Green says
“Burn Blackwell Grange to the ground or let it stand,” Mrs. Black-Boddy says, “We’ll rebuild and a new era will be born. An era we can be proud of.”
“You aren’t really ending the Black Legacy,” Mr. Green points out, “You are rebuilding it.”
“And our son will be the start to something glorious.” Miss Dove smiles
Meanwhile, back at Blackwell Grange, Miss Peach makes her way to the Stables with two spare umbrellas. Her own umbrella is failing to keep her dry. As she reaches the doorway she notices that Lord Gray and Dr. Prussian are not alone in the Stables, but there are two other gentlemen with them.
“Miss Peach,” Lord Gray says, feigning appreciation, “So nice of you to rescue us. What happened to Professor Plum? He was supposed to quickly grab a few umbrellas. It’s been nearly ten minutes.”
“He was hurt in the rain.” Miss Peach says, “He slipped and broke his nose.”
“Good heavens,” Dr. Prussian says taking an umbrella. The two other gentlemen remain silent.
“Miss Peach, this is Prince Philippe Azure and his royal adviser.” Lord Gray introduces
“Oh my stars!” Miss Peach squeals, “I… I’ve never been before royalty before.” Miss Peach attempts to curtsy but ends up looking remarkably ungraceful.
“There is no need for special treatment.” Prince Azure says, holding back a chuckle, “I only require a dry roof and a warm meal.”
“This is Stable is providing neither.” Lord Gray says, “Give us the umbrellas so we might get out of this manure-ridden barn.”
Dr. Prussian takes Miss Peach under his umbrella as Lord Gray and Prince Azure huddle under the other two. Mr. Saffron follows behind in the rain.
“What is that?” asks Lord Gray as the group comes around the Garden
“It’s Mrs. Meadow-Brook.” Miss Peach says
Dr. Prussian rushes Miss Peach over to where Mrs. Meadow-Brook stands at the Fountain looking over the dark, flooded Swimming Pool.
“Jane, you are soaking wet, what are you thinking?” Dr. Prussian says as Lord Gray, Prince Azure, and Mr. Saffron make their way over to the Fountain.
“Let’s all get inside quickly.” Lord Gray says, frustrated and getting wetter and wetter in the windy, rainy darkness
Mrs. Meadow-Brook speaks to Dr. Prussian and Miss Peach with frantic, quivering breaths but neither of them can understand a word she is saying.
“Let’s get her inside.” Dr. Prussian takes Mrs. Meadow-Brook by the arm as the group huddle through the sopping wet driveway and to the front doors of Blackwell Grange. Mrs. Peacock, Reverend Green, and Mr. Ash all stand in the Hall around the Fireplace.
“Professor Plum, Colonel Mustard, and some of the others are in the Kitchen warming up infront of the fire.” Miss Peach says, “I suggest we do the same.”
Sir Benedict and Mrs. White comes from the Dining Room with pale faces.
“Please,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook lets herself fall from Dr. Prussian’s grip. She catches herself on the edge of the side table and sits in a hall chair.
“Prince Azure,” Mrs. Peacock notices the arrival of Prince Azure, “I am so sorry I did not get to greet you formally.”
“It is quite alright.” Prince Azure says, “We found your friend hysterical in the rain. Is she going to be alright?”
“Don’t worry about Mrs. Meadow-Brook,” Mrs. Peacock takes his soaking arm, “Let’s get you in front of this warm fire.” She leads him to Reverend Green and Mr. Ash by the Hall’s fireplace.
“Miles is dead.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook manages to squeak out of her throat from the chair near the Lounge doorway.
“Jane?” Lord Gray is breathless
“What did she say?” asks Dr. Prussian
“He’s dead.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook shuts her eyes, “He’s gone. Miles is gone. Outside at the Pool.”
Mrs. White grips Sir Benedict’s arm tightly.
“Shit.” Sir Benedict grinds his teeth
“The cat is out of the bag now.” Mrs. White whispers back to him
“He was beaten to death senselessly.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook begins gasping for breath as she is choking on her own tears, “His head…”
“Let’s lie her down in the Lounge,” Dr. Prussian suggests, “Before she hyperventilates.”
“I can’t go on without my Miles.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook sobs uncontrollably, coughing and sputtering, “There isn’t a point.”
“Miles is dead?” Reverend Green turns to Mrs. Peacock and Prince Azure, “He can’t be.”
Mr. Ash walks to Mrs. White and Sir Benedict.
“What did you two do?” asks Mr. Ash, trying to keep his voice quiet, “I see both of you fidgeting around.”
“We didn’t do anything!” Mrs. White responds, “We were just trying to figure everything out when the chaos started unfolding here in the Hall.”
“Do we call Inspector Brown?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“Sgt. Gray already called the police.” Reverend Green says, “At least that’s what he was checking on when he left Miss Peach and I alone.”
“Why would you call the police?” Prince Azure asks
“Miss Scarlet was… attacked.” Reverend Green says, “Sexually assaulted.”
“Gracious!” Prince Azure says, “I took a horrible time to stop in. I wanted to make it to Hugh’s memorial…”
“Put me down!” Mrs. Meadow-Brook shrieks at Mr. Saffron, Dr. Prussian, and Lord Gray as they all attempt to move Mrs. Meadow-Brook to the Lounge.
“Please, Mrs. Meadow-Brook, you have to stay calm.” Miss Peach tries to sooth her
The front doors of Blackwell Grange open and Sgt. Gray enters carrying Miss Scarlet in his arms. Her head is nestled against his shoulder. Her bare feet and legs are covered in mud and wet grass.
“Stuart?” Miss Peach steps from the group huddled around Mrs. Meadow-Brook
“What is she doing out of bed?” asks Mrs. Peacock, trying to maintain her composure, “Vivienne! Why isn’t she talking?”
“She just collapsed.” Sgt. Gray says, “I… I don’t know what to do.”
Mrs. Peacock throws open the Study doors and Sgt. Gray lays Miss Scarlet down on the red chaise lounge. Prince Azure, Reverend Green, and Mrs. White all follow to the Study doorway.
“We’re afraid there has been a terrible accident.” Sir Benedict speaks loudly in the Hall, over everyone else, “Mrs. White and I were just passing through the Dining Room when we noticed outside by the Swimming Pool, Mr. Meadow-Brook. He’s dead.”
“He’s been murdered.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook screams painfully as Dr. Prussian and Lord Gray let go of her. Mrs. Meadow-Brook faints. Mr. Saffron takes a few steps over to the Study doorway and brings Prince Azure aside.
“We picked a hell of a time to get involved.” Mr. Saffron says
“I was not expecting this.” Prince Azure says
“What now?” asks Mr. Saffron
“Just stay calm.” Prince Azure says, “We didn’t kill this man so we have nothing to hide.”
Dr. Prussian and Lord Gray stand over the fainted Mrs. Meadow-Brook as Miss Peach and Sgt. Gray help her up and into the Lounge.
“This is a nightmare.” Lord Gray says
“Get her up off the floor.” Sgt. Gray orders, “We need to stay calm.”
“I need to check on Miss Scarlet.” Dr. Prussian exits the Lounge, crosses the Hall, and enters the Study where Mrs. Peacock holds Miss Scarlet’s hand at the chaise lounge. Reverend Green and Mrs. White have both made their way inside the Study fully.
“Where is Stuart?” asks Mrs. White
“In the Lounge with Miss Peach and Lord Gray.” Reverend Green says
“Mrs. Meadow-Brook fainted.” Dr. Prussian says, “They are tending to her while I look over Miss Scarlet.”
“What happened to you, Vivienne?” Mrs. Peacock stares into Miss Scarlet’s trance-like eyes.
“Vivienne, can you hear us?” Dr. Prussian moves Mrs. Peacock aside and begins performing audial and visual stimulants, “She’s in shock.”
“Then slap her!” Mrs. Peacock says
“That is not exactly the protocol we usually prefer.” Dr. Prussian says
Mrs. Peacock slaps Miss Scarlet across the face. Miss Scarlet gasps for air repeatedly and then proceeds to cry.
“What happened out there, Vivienne?” Mrs. Peacock asks
“I don’t remember.” Miss Scarlet says, her voice weak and cracking
“This isn’t good.” Mrs. White says, half to herself
“Vivienne,” Mrs. Peacock says, “Did you do something to Mr. Meadow-Brook?”
“I… I can’t remember.” Miss Scarlet shuts her eyes and cries into the fabric of the chaise lounge.
Back in the Lounge, Miss Peach embraces Sgt. Gray and begins crying.
“Can we just leave this place?” asks Miss Peach
“I’m afraid that is not possible.” Lord Gray says, “As it appears, we are all suspects to murder and potentially rape. Until both those things are sorted out, I assume we won’t be leaving anytime soon.”
To Be Continued…