Clue to a Murder
“Of course.” Detective Boddy stepped into the conservatory. “You say the wrench was in this room because you were fixing something?”
“Indeed, sir. A lead pipe.”
“I was. Some individual had stuffed a rope inside the pipe. To hide it, no doubt. Miss Scarlet, I suspect.”
“Nope. She was in the kitchen cleaning a candlestick,” Boddy said. “Your fingerprints are what bother me.”
“I haven’t a clue why. I held the wrench as I worked.”
“That’s what bothers me, Colonel. Your fingerprints aren’t on the wrench. Why wear gloves?”
Mustard huffed. “Busted. It was me with the wrench. But you still lose. I didn’t do it in the conservatory. Dragged Frain over here from the ballroom. Just to throw you off.”
“Damn,” Boddy said. “So close. Should we kill Frain again?”
“Tomorrow night, maybe. I think my bed is calling.
I’ve had a few requests for a Clue game murder, and W was my last chance for a weapon. Unless they’ve remodeled the game like they did Monopoly and there’s a killer xylophone in the box now. But I don’t think so.
Thanks for stopping by! Only the X-Y-Z killer triangle remains.