It was a bright and stormy Sunday.
Six visitors had come to Boddy Manor by express invitation of its owner, Mr Boddy.
Miss Scarlett was singularly attractive.
Professor Plum was quite an adroit flatterer.
Colonel Mustard was as beautiful as any poem.
Mr Green was entirely free from all personal bitterness.
Mrs Peacock was above the meanness of tale-bearing.
Mrs White was a genuine human being.
All were much piqued when, upon arriving, they found their host murdered. Each began to suspect the others, and quickly they began to search the house for clues.
Eager for the fray, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the conservatory.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mrs Peacock in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the study.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, I feel confident that it was Miss Scarlett in the study with the lead pipe!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs Peacock replied, "That has caused me a thousand apprehensions."
Full of high spirits, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
With unquestioning faith, Mrs White replied, "I wish to give my hearty endorsement to that theory."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Full of business, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, the results are everywhere apparent: it was you in the library with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Colonel Mustard shot Mrs Peacock an accusing look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the knife!"
With unquestioning faith, Colonel Mustard replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, it has been avouched again and again that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the wrench!"
In crass ignorance, Colonel Mustard replied, "I admire your foresight."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, it is highly probable that it was Miss Scarlett in the hall with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was me in the ballroom with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With a fine swinging step, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it is self-evident that it was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the conservatory. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With stoical calm, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs White in the lounge with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Colonel Mustard replied, "That was splendid of you!"
Alive as never before, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, it has been avouched again and again that it was Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the wrench!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs Peacock replied, "I thoroughly agree with you."
Alive as never before, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, the results are everywhere apparent: it was you in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
With tender sensibility, Mr Green replied, "I admire your foresight."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was searching through bags of potting soil. Mr Green was watering the plants.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was you in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mr Green replied, "That is a wholesome and heartening conviction."
Eager for the fray, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, it is self-evident that it was you in the ballroom with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Mr Green shot Colonel Mustard an aggrieved look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was rifling through the silverware. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it may be safely asserted that it was me in the dining room with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs White answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was me in the ballroom with the knife!"
With tender sensibility, Colonel Mustard replied, "I am perfectly of that opinion."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs White stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, it has become perfectly evident that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the revolver!"
With due consideration, Colonel Mustard replied, "I shall be extremely distressed if that is so."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was you in the ballroom with the knife!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Mrs Peacock shot Miss Scarlett an accusing look.
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was me in the billiard room with the wrench!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs White replied, "That is a proposal which shall meet with unanimous approbation."
With the utmost composure, Colonel Mustard stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the study.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, from that result there will be no dissent: it was me in the study with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Quick in every part, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, beyond question, it was you in the billiard room with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs White replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the rope!"
With unquestioning faith, Professor Plum replied, "I admire your foresight."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was searching through bags of potting soil.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Mrs Peacock answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Alive as never before, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the dining room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the revolver!"
With unquestioning faith, Mr Green replied, "On that issue you are splendidly right."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, at first sight it seems it was you in the library with the wrench!"
With tender sensibility, Colonel Mustard replied, "You have robbed me of my tranquillity."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, a mere cursory examination will make it clear that it was you in the hall with the wrench!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Miss Scarlett shot Colonel Mustard an accusing look.
Ready in a trice, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was humming a tune. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, I need not scruple to repeat my assertion: it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs White answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the conservatory. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Eager for the fray, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Miss Scarlett replied, "That has caused me a thousand apprehensions."
As lively as a thrush, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was humming a tune.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I am more than convinced every day that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the wrench!"
Without the slightest friction, Colonel Mustard replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the dining room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I shall not die happy unless it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
Sorely tired, Mrs White answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Full of business, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, the plain unvarnished fact is it was me in the conservatory with the knife!"
With tender sensibility, Mr Green replied, "That is a proposal which shall meet with unanimous approbation."
As full of fight as ever, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was humming a tune.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs Peacock replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was rifling through the silverware. Mrs White was eating a sandwich.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, beyond question, it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the rope!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Miss Scarlett answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, I shall not die happy unless it was Mr Green in the lounge with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Eager for the fray, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the study.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, at first sight it seems it was me in the study with the rope!"
With due consideration, Mr Green replied, "I shall be happy to recall the fact."
Quick in every part, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the rope!"
Without the slightest friction, Mr Green replied, "That has caused me a thousand apprehensions."
As full of fight as ever, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the knife!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs White replied, "Truly, we are harried by uncertainties."
Working like mad, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs White was reading a book.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, it is plain to every eye it was Mr Green in the library with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the knife!"
With due consideration, Miss Scarlett replied, "I have a very high regard for you."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was Mr Green in the billiard room with the knife!"
With unquestioning faith, Miss Scarlett replied, "I am keenly interested in what you say."
As lively as a thrush, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the study.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, the issue is clearly drawn: it was me in the study with the rope!"
With unquestioning faith, Miss Scarlett replied, "I admire your foresight."
Eager for the fray, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was muttering softly. Colonel Mustard was pacing back and forth.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was me in the library with the wrench!"
In happy ignorance, Colonel Mustard replied, "I shall be happy to recall the fact."
Working like mad, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was Mrs Peacock in the hall with the knife!"
Without the slightest friction, Mr Green replied, "That is agreed by the vast majority of students."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Mrs White in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
With tender sensibility, Miss Scarlett replied, "I am thoroughly imbued with respect for your argument."
Full of business, Mr Green stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the lead pipe!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mrs White replied, "That is a proposal which shall meet with unanimous approbation."
Eager for the fray, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, a not unfair inference is that it was me in the kitchen with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Miss Scarlett answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was me in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs Peacock replied, "I have a very high regard for you."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was scribbling furiously in a notebook.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, it is altogether probable that it was me in the study with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Mrs White in the dining room with the rope!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Ready in a trice, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the kitchen.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the revolver!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs White replied, "On that issue you are splendidly right."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively. Professor Plum was humming a tune.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the rope!"
In happy ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "That is a wholesome and heartening conviction."
As full of fight as ever, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the rope!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the conservatory. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Teeming with life, Mrs White stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the library.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I am confidently persuaded that it was you in the library with the knife!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Professor Plum shot Mrs White an angry look.
As lively as a thrush, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, at first sight it seems it was me in the study with the lead pipe!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs White replied, "I shall be happy to recall the fact."
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was eating a sandwich.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, it seems reasonably certain that it was Miss Scarlett in the dining room with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mr Green answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Working like mad, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the library.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it leads to the inevitable conclusion that it was Professor Plum in the library with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs Peacock replied, "I concur entirely with you."
Full of business, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Mrs Peacock in the kitchen with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Teeming with life, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was Mr Green in the hall with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Tinglingly alive, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was eating a sandwich.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the revolver!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "We are all in agreement with that thought."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, it is plain to every eye it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, it is highly probable that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it seems reasonably certain that it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
With tender sensibility, Professor Plum replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
Eager for the fray, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was checking under the doormat for clues.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mr Green in the hall with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was me in the lounge with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Quick in every part, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was me in the study with the candlestick!"
In happy ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "I shall be extremely distressed if that is so."
With a fine swinging step, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, it is highly probable that it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mr Green replied, "I shall be happy to recall the fact."
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the kitchen.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, let me say as strongly as I can that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
With due consideration, Mr Green replied, "It fits exactly with my notions."
As full of fight as ever, Mr Green stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, I am more than convinced every day that it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the wrench!"
In happy ignorance, Colonel Mustard replied, "I concur entirely with you."
Tinglingly alive, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was me in the study with the revolver!"
In happy ignorance, Miss Scarlett replied, "I wish to give my hearty endorsement to that theory."
Eager for the fray, Mrs White stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, I am confidently persuaded that it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the wrench!"
In utter exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Quick in every part, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, at first sight it seems it was me in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
With due consideration, Professor Plum replied, "I thoroughly agree with you."
With more than a languid interest, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With magnificent reserve, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, it has become perfectly evident that it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
As lively as a thrush, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the lounge.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Mrs White in the lounge with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs Peacock answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Colonel Mustard was humming a tune.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it seems reasonably certain that it was me in the conservatory with the knife!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Miss Scarlett replied, "It is like a nightmare for me to think of it."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was you in the dining room with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mr Green replied, "That is a salutary and successful work."
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I would say so in the presence of an Apostle: it was Mr Green in the library with the knife!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Professor Plum replied, "I have a very high regard for you."
With the utmost composure, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I candidly think that it was me in the hall with the rope!"
With unquestioning faith, Mr Green replied, "I am keenly interested in what you say."
Tinglingly alive, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, of one thing there can be no doubt: it was you in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mr Green replied, "I felt I could leave it to your generous consideration."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it seems reasonably certain that it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Professor Plum replied, "I am keenly interested in what you say."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I shall not die happy unless it was Professor Plum in the hall with the lead pipe!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mr Green replied, "That opinion is widely held."
Quick in every part, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was sitting pensively.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, I feel confident that it was Miss Scarlett in the hall with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs Peacock replied, "That haunts me like a ghost."
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the dining room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Mrs White in the dining room with the knife!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs Peacock answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, this is the short and the long of it: it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the rope!"
In happy ignorance, Miss Scarlett replied, "I have a very high regard for you."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it seems reasonably certain that it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the rope!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs Peacock replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the study.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, the clear upshot of it all is that it was me in the study with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the lounge.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the rope!"
With unquestioning faith, Mr Green replied, "Than this there is none other!"
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, it is as certain as anything in human calculation can be made certain that it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mr Green replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, I feel confident that it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Colonel Mustard answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Quick in every part, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, the results are everywhere apparent: it was you in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs White replied, "This lends confirmation to my own beliefs."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the library.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Mr Green in the library with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With a fine swinging step, Mr Green stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, it is plain to every eye it was Mrs White in the library with the knife!"
Without the slightest friction, Colonel Mustard replied, "I quite agree with you."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the rope!"
In utter exasperation, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, a reasonable inference is that it was you in the hall with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Colonel Mustard replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was waltzing across the floor.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, the fact is irrefutable that it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Mrs Peacock shot Miss Scarlett an annoyed look.
Full of high spirits, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Full of high spirits, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
With tender sensibility, Miss Scarlett replied, "I shall be extremely distressed if that is so."
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the knife!"
With unquestioning faith, Colonel Mustard replied, "That is a proposal which shall meet with unanimous approbation."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was Mr Green in the lounge with the rope!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was eating a sandwich.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the wrench!"
With due consideration, Professor Plum replied, "That is a salutary and successful work."
With more than a languid interest, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
In crass ignorance, Mr Green replied, "It fits exactly with my notions."
Tinglingly alive, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, at first sight it seems it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With the utmost composure, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, of one thing there can be no doubt: it was Miss Scarlett in the hall with the revolver!"
With unquestioning faith, Professor Plum replied, "Than this there is none other!"
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Mrs Peacock in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Miss Scarlett replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
Eager for the fray, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was applying chalk to a cue. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I feel confident that it was me in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
With tender sensibility, Mr Green replied, "I am heartily of your opinion."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the study.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I shall prove to a demonstration that it was me in the study with the knife!"
Without the slightest friction, Professor Plum replied, "I wish to give my hearty endorsement to that theory."
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was me in the library with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs White replied, "That is a salutary and successful work."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, I have a very clear conviction that it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs White replied, "I am thoroughly imbued with respect for your argument."
As full of fight as ever, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was humming a tune. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, I shall not die happy unless it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the wrench!"
In happy ignorance, Mrs Peacock replied, "I admire your foresight."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the knife!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs White replied, "I have a very high regard for you."
With stoical calm, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs White was rummaging through the fridge.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the wrench!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs White replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was Mr Green in the library with the candlestick!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Professor Plum replied, "It is like a nightmare for me to think of it."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Mrs White in the lounge with the rope!"
In happy ignorance, Mr Green replied, "Truly, we are harried by uncertainties."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was Miss Scarlett in the study with the revolver!"
With due consideration, Colonel Mustard replied, "I felt I could leave it to your generous consideration."
With magnificent reserve, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was Mrs White in the hall with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Working like mad, Mr Green stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the rope!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs White replied, "That is a wholesome and heartening conviction."
With stoical calm, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was muttering softly.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, the fact is irrefutable that it was Mrs White in the study with the knife!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was me in the study with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With magnificent reserve, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
Three others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs White was reading a book.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I am absolutely sure that it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the candlestick!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mrs White replied, "This lends confirmation to my own beliefs."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, the plain unvarnished fact is it was Mr Green in the lounge with the candlestick!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Eager for the fray, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, from that result there will be no dissent: it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
In happy ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the lounge.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, the clear upshot of it all is that it was you in the lounge with the candlestick!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs White replied, "Truly, we are harried by uncertainties."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the billiard room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, I am more than convinced every day that it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I am absolutely sure that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the revolver!"
With due consideration, Colonel Mustard replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
With magnificent reserve, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, I shall not die happy unless it was me in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs Peacock replied, "I am heartily of your opinion."
Working like mad, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was you in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
With due consideration, Mr Green replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
Working like mad, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was seated at the piano. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
Three others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Colonel Mustard was waltzing across the floor. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, I feel confident that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the knife!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Colonel Mustard replied, "I felt I could leave it to your generous consideration."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was reading a book.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it is self-evident that it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the lead pipe!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs White replied, "I am perfectly of that opinion."
Alive as never before, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With magnificent reserve, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, it is altogether probable that it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the rope!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, it has become perfectly evident that it was Mr Green in the lounge with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was seated at the piano.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, it is plain to every eye it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the rope!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mr Green answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the knife!"
In crass ignorance, Miss Scarlett replied, "I am keenly interested in what you say."
Tinglingly alive, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was you in the study with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs White replied, "Than this there is none other!"
Working like mad, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was muttering softly.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I candidly think that it was you in the lounge with the rope!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Professor Plum answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Professor Plum shot Mrs White an annoyed look.
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was pacing back and forth. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, a reasonable inference is that it was Mr Green in the lounge with the rope!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was sitting pensively.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was me in the study with the wrench!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mrs Peacock replied, "Indeed a cause for much anxiety."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Mrs White in the hall with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Miss Scarlett answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, it has been avouched again and again that it was Mrs Peacock in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, a reasonable inference is that it was you in the lounge with the candlestick!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs White replied, "I admire your foresight."
Quick in every part, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, the issue is clearly drawn: it was you in the hall with the candlestick!"
In utter exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Miss Scarlett shot Mrs White an annoyed look.
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was sitting pensively.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was you in the kitchen with the rope!"
With due consideration, Mr Green replied, "I felt I could leave it to your generous consideration."
Working like mad, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, the results are everywhere apparent: it was me in the kitchen with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mr Green answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Quick in every part, Mr Green stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was me in the library with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, it is highly probable that it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the wrench!"
With unquestioning faith, Professor Plum replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the lounge.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, this is the short and the long of it: it was me in the lounge with the knife!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mr Green replied, "That is a proposal which shall meet with unanimous approbation."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Mrs White in the hall with the wrench!"
With unquestioning faith, Professor Plum replied, "My own reading sustains the same view."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, a mere cursory examination will make it clear that it was you in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Mrs Peacock shot Professor Plum an aggrieved look.
With magnificent reserve, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was seated at the piano.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "We are all in agreement with that thought."
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, the fact is irrefutable that it was you in the billiard room with the revolver!"
Irritably self-conscious, Professor Plum answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Professor Plum shot Mr Green an annoyed look.
Alive as never before, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the revolver!"
In happy ignorance, Mr Green replied, "I wish to give my hearty endorsement to that theory."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was humming a tune.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I have a very clear conviction that it was you in the ballroom with the revolver!"
In happy ignorance, Colonel Mustard replied, "That haunts me like a ghost."
Quick in every part, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, it may be safely asserted that it was you in the kitchen with the knife!"
Without the slightest friction, Colonel Mustard replied, "That is a proposal which shall meet with unanimous approbation."
Eager for the fray, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the study.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs White in the study with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs Peacock replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
With the utmost composure, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the library.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the wrench!"
With unquestioning faith, Mrs White replied, "That was splendid of you!"
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, of one thing there can be no doubt: it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Miss Scarlett replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, it is as clear as daylight that it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With more than a languid interest, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was waltzing across the floor. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I shall not die happy unless it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the revolver!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Miss Scarlett shot Mrs White an accusing look.
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Mrs Peacock in the study with the lead pipe!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Professor Plum replied, "I shall be happy to recall the fact."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, this is the short and the long of it: it was Miss Scarlett in the lounge with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Colonel Mustard answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it is self-evident that it was Mrs White in the hall with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was me in the study with the lead pipe!"
With due consideration, Miss Scarlett replied, "That is a wholesome and heartening conviction."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it is self-evident that it was Mrs White in the dining room with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mrs White stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the library.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Full of high spirits, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was muttering softly. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, the plain unvarnished fact is it was me in the library with the rope!"
In happy ignorance, Mrs White replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
With more than a languid interest, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the study.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, it is highly probable that it was Mr Green in the study with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs White answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Tinglingly alive, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it has become perfectly evident that it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the rope!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the lounge.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, at first sight it seems it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the rope!"
In utter exasperation, Mr Green answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, the plain unvarnished fact is it was Mrs Peacock in the lounge with the rope!"
With due consideration, Mr Green replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, it is as certain as anything in human calculation can be made certain that it was Professor Plum in the study with the revolver!"
In crass ignorance, Colonel Mustard replied, "That was splendid of you!"
Tinglingly alive, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Colonel Mustard was scribbling furiously in a notebook.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mr Green in the study with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Ready in a trice, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the knife!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "It is like a nightmare for me to think of it."
With more than a languid interest, Mr Green stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, it is altogether probable that it was Mrs Peacock in the study with the candlestick!"
With unquestioning faith, Miss Scarlett replied, "On that issue you are splendidly right."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, at first sight it seems it was Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was humming a tune. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was you in the dining room with the knife!"
In crass ignorance, Mr Green replied, "On that issue you are splendidly right."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was me in the library with the lead pipe!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Professor Plum replied, "That opinion is widely held."
With a fine swinging step, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the study.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was me in the study with the knife!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the ballroom.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, nothing is more certified than that it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the wrench!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs White replied, "That haunts me like a ghost."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, the fact is irrefutable that it was me in the billiard room with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Miss Scarlett replied, "That haunts me like a ghost."
Tinglingly alive, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was me in the hall with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Full of high spirits, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was waltzing across the floor.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I assert without fear of successful contradiction that it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the knife!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Colonel Mustard replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, it may be safely asserted that it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the rope!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mr Green answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, I candidly think that it was Mrs Peacock in the kitchen with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs White replied, "I wish to give my hearty endorsement to that theory."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was browsing the shelves. Mr Green was browsing the shelves.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was you in the library with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Mr Green replied, "On that issue you are splendidly right."
With the utmost composure, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the lounge.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, the plain unvarnished fact is it was you in the lounge with the candlestick!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Mrs Peacock shot Mr Green an aggrieved look.
With a fine swinging step, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the conservatory.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I assert without fear of successful contradiction that it was me in the conservatory with the wrench!"
With unquestioning faith, Mr Green replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
Quick in every part, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, it is as clear as daylight that it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the wrench!"
With due consideration, Mrs Peacock replied, "I am perfectly of that opinion."
With more than a languid interest, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I am more than convinced every day that it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Professor Plum answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Tinglingly alive, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, I have a very clear conviction that it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the rope!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, I asseverate that it was you in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Mrs White shot Colonel Mustard an angry look.
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was muttering softly. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Professor Plum replied, "That haunts me like a ghost."
Quick in every part, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, the fact is irrefutable that it was you in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Colonel Mustard shot Mrs Peacock a belligerent look.
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the conservatory.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs Peacock replied, "You have robbed me of my tranquillity."
Quick in every part, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, I shall not die happy unless it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the lead pipe!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With the utmost composure, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Ready in a trice, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was having a snack.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was me in the kitchen with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was scribbling furiously in a notebook.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, it has become perfectly evident that it was Professor Plum in the study with the wrench!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs Peacock replied, "I quite agree with you."
Eager for the fray, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, I candidly think that it was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs White answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I shall prove to a demonstration that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Colonel Mustard answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, it has become perfectly evident that it was Mrs Peacock in the kitchen with the knife!"
With due consideration, Colonel Mustard replied, "That has caused me a thousand apprehensions."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs White in the library with the wrench!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mrs Peacock replied, "I felt I could leave it to your generous consideration."
Teeming with life, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was reading a book. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, at first sight it seems it was Mr Green in the library with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Professor Plum replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, from that result there will be no dissent: it was Mrs White in the lounge with the knife!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Colonel Mustard replied, "I shall be extremely distressed if that is so."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, I shall not die happy unless it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs White answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Working like mad, Mrs White stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was checking inside the cupboards.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was me in the kitchen with the knife!"
In happy ignorance, Miss Scarlett replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the conservatory.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, it may be safely asserted that it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Quick in every part, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Mrs Peacock in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Eager for the fray, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was sipping a cup of tea.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Mrs White in the lounge with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Mr Green replied, "I am perfectly of that opinion."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, the plain unvarnished fact is it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the rope!"
In happy ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "It is like a nightmare for me to think of it."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it may be safely asserted that it was you in the kitchen with the wrench!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs White replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, a not unfair inference is that it was Mrs Peacock in the billiard room with the rope!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Miss Scarlett replied, "That is agreed by the vast majority of students."
As lively as a thrush, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the dining room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I shall prove to a demonstration that it was you in the dining room with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs White answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Mrs White shot Miss Scarlett an angry look.
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was sitting pensively.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the revolver!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was eating a sandwich. Mrs White was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was rummaging through the fridge. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Mrs Peacock in the kitchen with the lead pipe!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Professor Plum replied, "Indeed a cause for much anxiety."
With the utmost composure, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Professor Plum in the study with the knife!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Colonel Mustard replied, "Than this there is none other!"
Quick in every part, Mrs White stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was having a snack. Mr Green was checking inside the cupboards.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, at first sight it seems it was Mrs Peacock in the kitchen with the lead pipe!"
Without the slightest friction, Mr Green replied, "I concur entirely with you."
Eager for the fray, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mrs White in the lounge with the wrench!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs Peacock replied, "I have a very high regard for you."
With the utmost composure, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the knife!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the library.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was Mrs White in the library with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Professor Plum replied, "That opinion is widely held."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, I have a very clear conviction that it was you in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Miss Scarlett shot Mr Green an aggrieved look.
Alive as never before, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was you in the dining room with the revolver!"
With due consideration, Mr Green replied, "It is like a nightmare for me to think of it."
With more than a languid interest, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was sitting pensively.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the candlestick!"
In crass ignorance, Mr Green replied, "It fits exactly with my notions."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Mrs Peacock in the lounge with the revolver!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs White replied, "Indeed a cause for much anxiety."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, I am bold to aver that it was you in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Mrs Peacock shot Professor Plum an angry look.
With the utmost composure, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the rope!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With the utmost composure, Mr Green stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the study.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was you in the study with the revolver!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Mrs Peacock shot Mr Green a belligerent look.
Alive as never before, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, beyond question, it was Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the revolver!"
In happy ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "That was splendid of you!"
Working like mad, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the candlestick!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mr Green replied, "I have a very high regard for you."
With more than a languid interest, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was having a snack. Mrs Peacock was checking inside the cupboards.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the rope!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs White replied, "I have a very high regard for you."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Miss Scarlett in the hall with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Tinglingly alive, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was you in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Colonel Mustard shot Mr Green an annoyed look.
Full of business, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Mrs White in the hall with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Working like mad, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the billiard room.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, this is the short and the long of it: it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was me in the lounge with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With the utmost composure, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was me in the kitchen with the revolver!"
With unquestioning faith, Mr Green replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Mrs Peacock in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
With unquestioning faith, Miss Scarlett replied, "I am heartily of your opinion."
Tinglingly alive, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, a not unfair inference is that it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With the utmost composure, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was pacing back and forth. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was me in the dining room with the knife!"
With tender sensibility, Mr Green replied, "That is agreed by the vast majority of students."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Professor Plum answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With a fine swinging step, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was you in the study with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Professor Plum shot Miss Scarlett an aggrieved look.
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, I am absolutely sure that it was you in the library with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Miss Scarlett shot Professor Plum an accusing look.
Alive as never before, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, it leads to the inevitable conclusion that it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the revolver!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Working like mad, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Teeming with life, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Professor Plum was sitting pensively.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, I am confidently persuaded that it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the wrench!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Professor Plum replied, "Truly, we are harried by uncertainties."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the library.
Three others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was browsing the shelves. Professor Plum was browsing the shelves. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Professor Plum in the library with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the library. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Professor Plum shot Mrs White a defiant look.
Eager for the fray, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, it is plain to every eye it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Colonel Mustard answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the dining room.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, nothing is more certified than that it was Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs Peacock answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, I candidly think that it was Mr Green in the ballroom with the wrench!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the lounge.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it seems reasonably certain that it was Miss Scarlett in the lounge with the rope!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mrs White replied, "This lends confirmation to my own beliefs."
Alive as never before, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it has been avouched again and again that it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the hall.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I am more than convinced every day that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the revolver!"
With unquestioning faith, Mrs White replied, "I quite agree with you."
Teeming with life, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the study.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I feel confident that it was Miss Scarlett in the study with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Ready in a trice, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, the fact is irrefutable that it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
In happy ignorance, Miss Scarlett replied, "On that issue you are splendidly right."
Working like mad, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, it is highly probable that it was me in the kitchen with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
As lively as a thrush, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was peering into the pockets of the billiards table. Colonel Mustard was peering into the pockets of the billiards table.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Miss Scarlett shot Mrs Peacock an accusing look.
As lively as a thrush, Mrs White stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was rummaging through the fridge.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I need not scruple to repeat my assertion: it was me in the kitchen with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mr Green answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, this is the short and the long of it: it was Mr Green in the study with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "Truly, we are harried by uncertainties."
With more than a languid interest, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I asseverate that it was you in the conservatory with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Mr Green replied, "That haunts me like a ghost."
Teeming with life, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, it has become perfectly evident that it was you in the hall with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Miss Scarlett shot Colonel Mustard a defiant look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the dining room.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the knife!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With more than a languid interest, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Mrs White in the study with the rope!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
As lively as a thrush, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was eating a sandwich.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, it is plain to every eye it was me in the dining room with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Mr Green replied, "Indeed a cause for much anxiety."
As full of fight as ever, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was Mrs Peacock in the lounge with the candlestick!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mrs White replied, "That is a proposal which shall meet with unanimous approbation."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, it is highly probable that it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
With tender sensibility, Miss Scarlett replied, "This lends confirmation to my own beliefs."
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the conservatory.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Mrs Peacock answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively. Mrs Peacock was watering the plants.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the rope!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Alive as never before, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I feel confident that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the rope!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mr Green replied, "Than this there is none other!"
Alive as never before, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Miss Scarlett replied, "I am thoroughly imbued with respect for your argument."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was peering into the pockets of the billiards table.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it has become perfectly evident that it was Mrs Peacock in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Colonel Mustard answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was rummaging through the fridge. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, from that result there will be no dissent: it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was me in the hall with the rope!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was me in the dining room with the rope!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the lounge.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Professor Plum answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sipping a cup of tea. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the candlestick!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs White replied, "I felt I could leave it to your generous consideration."
With a fine swinging step, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, it is as certain as anything in human calculation can be made certain that it was Mr Green in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mrs Peacock replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the library.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, it has been avouched again and again that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the lead pipe!"
In the worst possible temper, Professor Plum answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Ready in a trice, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the conservatory. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the rope!"
With tender sensibility, Miss Scarlett replied, "It fits exactly with my notions."
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the hall.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, it has been avouched again and again that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Mr Green replied, "It is like a nightmare for me to think of it."
Teeming with life, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the ballroom.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, a not unfair inference is that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the revolver!"
In happy ignorance, Colonel Mustard replied, "It fits exactly with my notions."
With a fine swinging step, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, I shall prove to a demonstration that it was Mrs White in the lounge with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, it is altogether probable that it was me in the ballroom with the rope!"
With unquestioning faith, Miss Scarlett replied, "I am keenly interested in what you say."
Alive as never before, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was me in the dining room with the revolver!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Alive as never before, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the billiard room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, I asseverate that it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Tinglingly alive, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was you in the ballroom with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Miss Scarlett shot Mrs White an aggrieved look.
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, it has been avouched again and again that it was Professor Plum in the study with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs White replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was you in the conservatory with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Mrs White shot Professor Plum an aggrieved look.
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, it is self-evident that it was you in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Miss Scarlett answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Miss Scarlett shot Colonel Mustard an annoyed look.
Ready in a trice, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was Mrs Peacock in the hall with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Colonel Mustard was lounging on a chaise.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, I feel confident that it was you in the lounge with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Colonel Mustard shot Mrs Peacock an angry look.
With a fine swinging step, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I am absolutely sure that it was me in the dining room with the wrench!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs White was eating a sandwich.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the wrench!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With the utmost composure, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
Three others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Colonel Mustard was humming a tune. Mrs White was humming a tune.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, a mere cursory examination will make it clear that it was Mrs White in the dining room with the knife!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Mrs White shot Professor Plum an annoyed look.
Eager for the fray, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the library.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, I am more than convinced every day that it was Professor Plum in the library with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs Peacock replied, "My own reading sustains the same view."
Tinglingly alive, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, the plain unvarnished fact is it was me in the hall with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was humming a tune.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, I candidly think that it was me in the ballroom with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Quick in every part, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was me in the kitchen with the rope!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the billiard room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, the issue is clearly drawn: it was you in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
Sorely tired, Mrs Peacock answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Mrs Peacock shot Colonel Mustard an angry look.
Teeming with life, Mr Green stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the library.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, it is plain to every eye it was Mrs White in the library with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Eager for the fray, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Mrs White in the lounge with the rope!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Full of high spirits, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, I candidly think that it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the revolver!"
With unquestioning faith, Miss Scarlett replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
Full of business, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was muttering softly. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was Mr Green in the lounge with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Teeming with life, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was you in the hall with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Colonel Mustard shot Professor Plum an annoyed look.
Full of high spirits, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, it seems reasonably certain that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mrs White replied, "That has caused me a thousand apprehensions."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was me in the billiard room with the rope!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Quick in every part, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was checking under the doormat for clues.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, beyond question, it was Mrs White in the hall with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "I felt I could leave it to your generous consideration."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the study.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, beyond question, it was Miss Scarlett in the study with the revolver!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Ready in a trice, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, it leads to the inevitable conclusion that it was you in the library with the lead pipe!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Colonel Mustard shot Miss Scarlett an aggrieved look.
Ready in a trice, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, it is as certain as anything in human calculation can be made certain that it was me in the hall with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs Peacock answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was reading a book.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mr Green in the study with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the conservatory. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
As full of fight as ever, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, I asseverate that it was Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the revolver!"
In happy ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
Quick in every part, Mrs White stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was humming a tune.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs Peacock in the study with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was reading a book. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I am more than convinced every day that it was Mrs Peacock in the study with the candlestick!"
With unquestioning faith, Mrs White replied, "That opinion is widely held."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the wrench!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, at first sight it seems it was Mrs Peacock in the study with the wrench!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs White answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
As full of fight as ever, Mr Green stepped into the study.
Three others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth. Colonel Mustard was reading a book. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, few events are better attested than that it was Miss Scarlett in the study with the candlestick!"
In happy ignorance, Mrs White replied, "That opinion is widely held."
Full of high spirits, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, a reasonable inference is that it was me in the kitchen with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the lounge.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, a reasonable inference is that it was me in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs Peacock replied, "I shall be happy to recall the fact."
Full of high spirits, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, I candidly think that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Working like mad, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was reading a book.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, it is altogether probable that it was me in the study with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mr Green answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the rope!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively. Colonel Mustard was rifling through the silverware.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Full of business, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the billiard room.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, I shall not die happy unless it was me in the billiard room with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
As lively as a thrush, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was me in the hall with the lead pipe!"
With unquestioning faith, Mrs Peacock replied, "I shall be extremely distressed if that is so."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was checking under the doormat for clues. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, I am more than convinced every day that it was you in the hall with the revolver!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Mrs Peacock shot Colonel Mustard a belligerent look.
Quick in every part, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it is self-evident that it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the rope!"
In happy ignorance, Mrs White replied, "I am heartily of your opinion."
Teeming with life, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it is altogether probable that it was Professor Plum in the study with the knife!"
In crass ignorance, Miss Scarlett replied, "That is agreed by the vast majority of students."
As full of fight as ever, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the conservatory.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the kitchen.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, a not unfair inference is that it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the rope!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the lounge.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was me in the lounge with the revolver!"
In crass ignorance, Miss Scarlett replied, "That haunts me like a ghost."
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mr Green stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the library.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it is altogether probable that it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was pacing back and forth.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, I feel confident that it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, beyond question, it was Mr Green in the dining room with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
As lively as a thrush, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the ballroom.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I candidly think that it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Alive as never before, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, the plain unvarnished fact is it was Mr Green in the hall with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Colonel Mustard answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Full of business, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Professor Plum in the library with the candlestick!"
In happy ignorance, Mr Green replied, "Truly, we are harried by uncertainties."
With a fine swinging step, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was me in the dining room with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Professor Plum replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, of one thing there can be no doubt: it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the rope!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Miss Scarlett answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, a not unfair inference is that it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the wrench!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was pacing back and forth.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Mrs White in the library with the knife!"
With tender sensibility, Colonel Mustard replied, "That haunts me like a ghost."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the lounge.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Mr Green in the lounge with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Alive as never before, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was you in the dining room with the candlestick!"
With tender sensibility, Mr Green replied, "Than this there is none other!"
As full of fight as ever, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the knife!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs Peacock answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was pacing back and forth.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, I asseverate that it was Miss Scarlett in the dining room with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the study.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, it is as certain as anything in human calculation can be made certain that it was Miss Scarlett in the study with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Eager for the fray, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, it is highly probable that it was Mrs Peacock in the billiard room with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs White replied, "Indeed a cause for much anxiety."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was me in the conservatory with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Mrs Peacock answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mrs Peacock in the lounge with the wrench!"
With due consideration, Mr Green replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, the clear upshot of it all is that it was me in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Miss Scarlett answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Full of high spirits, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was Professor Plum in the hall with the candlestick!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs White replied, "That is a wholesome and heartening conviction."
Teeming with life, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the study.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was you in the study with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Miss Scarlett shot Mrs White an annoyed look.
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was waltzing across the floor.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Working like mad, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was reading a book.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was you in the study with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Mrs White shot Professor Plum an accusing look.
On a furious march with sealed orders, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth. Mr Green was waltzing across the floor.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, it is as certain as anything in human calculation can be made certain that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the wrench!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it is highly probable that it was me in the study with the wrench!"
In happy ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "You have robbed me of my tranquillity."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the library.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the lead pipe!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With magnificent reserve, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, the clear upshot of it all is that it was me in the hall with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, I am more than convinced every day that it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Miss Scarlett replied, "I am thoroughly imbued with respect for your argument."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the study.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mrs White in the study with the revolver!"
In crass ignorance, Mr Green replied, "This lends confirmation to my own beliefs."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, it has been avouched again and again that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the revolver!"
In happy ignorance, Mrs Peacock replied, "Than this there is none other!"
With the utmost composure, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, at first sight it seems it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the rope!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, it is highly probable that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the wrench!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Professor Plum replied, "My own reading sustains the same view."
With magnificent reserve, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, let me say as strongly as I can that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
As full of fight as ever, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, I shall not die happy unless it was Mr Green in the hall with the revolver!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Teeming with life, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively. Professor Plum was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, I asseverate that it was Mrs Peacock in the hall with the rope!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the library.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was me in the library with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With more than a languid interest, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the candlestick!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was Mrs Peacock in the study with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs White was humming a tune.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Mrs Peacock in the study with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the lounge.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Mrs Peacock in the lounge with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs White answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
As full of fight as ever, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, a not unfair inference is that it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the candlestick!"
With due consideration, Mrs White replied, "That was splendid of you!"
Teeming with life, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the wrench!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs White answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With more than a languid interest, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs White was seated at the piano.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the rope!"
With unquestioning faith, Mrs White replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the hall.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, it is as clear as daylight that it was me in the hall with the rope!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Working like mad, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the candlestick!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With more than a languid interest, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, nothing is more certified than that it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the revolver!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mr Green answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was sitting pensively.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, I am bold to aver that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Mrs Peacock answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Working like mad, Mr Green stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the library.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, beyond question, it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Working like mad, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was pacing back and forth.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, I feel confident that it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sitting pensively. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, let me say as strongly as I can that it was Mrs Peacock in the billiard room with the revolver!"
In the worst possible temper, Professor Plum answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Mrs Peacock shot Mrs White an annoyed look.
With magnificent reserve, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I shall not die happy unless it was Mr Green in the hall with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the lounge.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, the plain unvarnished fact is it was you in the lounge with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Miss Scarlett shot Professor Plum an angry look.
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, a not unfair inference is that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the rope!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, I need not scruple to repeat my assertion: it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
In happy ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
With stoical calm, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was watering the plants. Mr Green was searching through bags of potting soil.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was you in the conservatory with the revolver!"
In crass ignorance, Mr Green replied, "That is agreed by the vast majority of students."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the rope!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs White replied, "I shall be extremely distressed if that is so."
As full of fight as ever, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was lounging on a chaise. Mrs White was lounging on a chaise.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, I feel confident that it was Mrs Peacock in the lounge with the revolver!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Working like mad, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, it has become perfectly evident that it was Mrs White in the hall with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Quick in every part, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the dining room.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, it is highly probable that it was Miss Scarlett in the dining room with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Eager for the fray, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the library.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it is self-evident that it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs White replied, "That is a wholesome and heartening conviction."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was pacing back and forth.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, the fact is irrefutable that it was me in the lounge with the wrench!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Working like mad, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, the fact is irrefutable that it was you in the conservatory with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the conservatory. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Mrs White shot Miss Scarlett an angry look.
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was Mrs Peacock in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
As lively as a thrush, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was sitting pensively.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, the fact is irrefutable that it was me in the dining room with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With the utmost composure, Mr Green stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the study.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it is highly probable that it was me in the study with the revolver!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "This lends confirmation to my own beliefs."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, the plain unvarnished fact is it was me in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mrs White replied, "I shall be extremely distressed if that is so."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Mrs Peacock in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With more than a languid interest, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, let me say as strongly as I can that it was Mrs Peacock in the study with the candlestick!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mr Green replied, "That is a proposal which shall meet with unanimous approbation."
With the utmost composure, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, the plain unvarnished fact is it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the revolver!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs White answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the library.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Teeming with life, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, at first sight it seems it was me in the hall with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Eager for the fray, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the knife!"
With tender sensibility, Professor Plum replied, "That haunts me like a ghost."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, a mere cursory examination will make it clear that it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Miss Scarlett answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Eager for the fray, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, I would say so in the presence of an Apostle: it was Mrs White in the hall with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mr Green answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
As lively as a thrush, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, I candidly think that it was you in the study with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Colonel Mustard shot Professor Plum an annoyed look.
Quick in every part, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, from that result there will be no dissent: it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
As lively as a thrush, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the lounge.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was Mrs White in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs Peacock answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the library.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Quick in every part, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I shall not die happy unless it was you in the lounge with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Mr Green replied, "That was splendid of you!"
As full of fight as ever, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was sipping a cup of tea. Mrs White was humming a tune.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the study.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, at first sight it seems it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the kitchen.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Full of business, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, beyond question, it was you in the hall with the rope!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Colonel Mustard answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Colonel Mustard shot Mr Green a defiant look.
With a fine swinging step, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, I shall not die happy unless it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs White answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was scribbling furiously in a notebook.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was Mr Green in the study with the candlestick!"
Irritably self-conscious, Professor Plum answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Full of high spirits, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the conservatory.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, I shall prove to a demonstration that it was me in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was checking under the doormat for clues.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, I would say so in the presence of an Apostle: it was Mr Green in the hall with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With more than a languid interest, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was me in the dining room with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Full of high spirits, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it has become perfectly evident that it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Professor Plum answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was muttering softly. Mr Green was peering into the pockets of the billiards table.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was you in the billiard room with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Professor Plum shot Mrs Peacock a defiant look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the study.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the candlestick!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the rope!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
As full of fight as ever, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the ballroom.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was you in the ballroom with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Colonel Mustard replied, "Than this there is none other!"
Working like mad, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, I am absolutely sure that it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the lounge.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it is altogether probable that it was Miss Scarlett in the lounge with the wrench!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Alive as never before, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was me in the study with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs White answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the conservatory.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was you in the conservatory with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Mrs Peacock shot Mrs White an annoyed look.
Quick in every part, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, a mere cursory examination will make it clear that it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the wrench!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Quick in every part, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was lounging on a chaise.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was you in the lounge with the rope!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mr Green replied, "I am perfectly of that opinion."
Tinglingly alive, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the revolver!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Alive as never before, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was standing indecisively near the doorway. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Quick in every part, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, from that result there will be no dissent: it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the lead pipe!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Professor Plum replied, "I admire your foresight."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, it is as certain as anything in human calculation can be made certain that it was me in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sitting pensively. Mrs White was seated at the piano.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the wrench!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Professor Plum replied, "That is a wholesome and heartening conviction."
As lively as a thrush, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, beyond question, it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Ready in a trice, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Mrs White was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, a not unfair inference is that it was you in the ballroom with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Mrs White shot Colonel Mustard an angry look.
With the utmost composure, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
Three others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth. Colonel Mustard was seated at the piano. Mrs White was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, this is the short and the long of it: it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the library.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, I am absolutely sure that it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the lead pipe!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs White answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Tinglingly alive, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sitting pensively.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I am absolutely sure that it was me in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the kitchen.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, a reasonable inference is that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
As full of fight as ever, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, I candidly think that it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
As full of fight as ever, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it has become perfectly evident that it was Mr Green in the hall with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs Peacock replied, "I am perfectly of that opinion."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the study.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, a mere cursory examination will make it clear that it was me in the study with the candlestick!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs White answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
As full of fight as ever, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the revolver!"
In utter exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Full of business, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was having a snack.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, at first sight it seems it was me in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune. Mrs Peacock was sitting pensively.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, it has been avouched again and again that it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the revolver!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Full of high spirits, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
Three others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively. Professor Plum was rummaging through the fridge. Mrs Peacock was having a snack.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, I asseverate that it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the wrench!"
Sorely tired, Mrs Peacock answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Tinglingly alive, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, few events are better attested than that it was you in the hall with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Professor Plum shot Mr Green an angry look.
With the utmost composure, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the library.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was me in the library with the revolver!"
In utter exasperation, Mr Green answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, of one thing there can be no doubt: it was me in the library with the wrench!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs Peacock replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
Tinglingly alive, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I have a very clear conviction that it was me in the billiard room with the rope!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs White replied, "I wish to give my hearty endorsement to that theory."
With the utmost composure, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, it leads to the inevitable conclusion that it was you in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Miss Scarlett shot Professor Plum a defiant look.
Ready in a trice, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the ballroom.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, it may be safely asserted that it was Mr Green in the ballroom with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs White answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was Miss Scarlett in the dining room with the revolver!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Full of high spirits, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it is as certain as anything in human calculation can be made certain that it was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Full of business, Mrs White stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was you in the library with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Colonel Mustard shot Mrs White a defiant look.
Ready in a trice, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, from that result there will be no dissent: it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "That is agreed by the vast majority of students."
With a fine swinging step, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was muttering softly. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was sitting pensively.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it has been avouched again and again that it was you in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Mrs Peacock shot Colonel Mustard a defiant look.
With the utmost composure, Mr Green stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was reading a book. Mrs White was humming a tune.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it is altogether probable that it was you in the library with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Professor Plum answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Professor Plum shot Mr Green an aggrieved look.
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was me in the study with the lead pipe!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was you in the study with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Professor Plum shot Mrs White an aggrieved look.
Full of high spirits, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, I need not scruple to repeat my assertion: it was Mrs Peacock in the lounge with the wrench!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was browsing the shelves.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, beyond question, it was you in the library with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Mr Green shot Professor Plum an angry look.
Full of high spirits, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the billiard room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was Mr Green in the billiard room with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs Peacock answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
As full of fight as ever, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, at first sight it seems it was me in the study with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs White replied, "On that issue you are splendidly right."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, it seems reasonably certain that it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the knife!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Miss Scarlett replied, "This lends confirmation to my own beliefs."
Full of business, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, at first sight it seems it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, at first sight it seems it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Ready in a trice, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, I candidly think that it was you in the dining room with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Miss Scarlett shot Colonel Mustard a defiant look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was lounging on a chaise.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it is plain to every eye it was Miss Scarlett in the lounge with the wrench!"
Sorely tired, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Eager for the fray, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, nothing is more certified than that it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Full of high spirits, Mrs White stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, few events are better attested than that it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
As lively as a thrush, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, let me say as strongly as I can that it was Mrs White in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With a fine swinging step, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I have a very clear conviction that it was me in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mr Green answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
Three others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was pacing back and forth. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, it is as clear as daylight that it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Full of business, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the rope!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was applying chalk to a cue.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was seated at the piano. Mrs Peacock was waltzing across the floor.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, it is self-evident that it was you in the ballroom with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Mrs Peacock shot Miss Scarlett an accusing look.
Alive as never before, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, the plain unvarnished fact is it was you in the hall with the revolver!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Miss Scarlett shot Professor Plum a belligerent look.
Alive as never before, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, I shall not die happy unless it was me in the billiard room with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs White answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
As lively as a thrush, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was you in the study with the knife!"
With due consideration, Colonel Mustard replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With more than a languid interest, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Mrs Peacock in the conservatory with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Full of high spirits, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the ballroom.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mr Green in the ballroom with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Quick in every part, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, I have a very clear conviction that it was me in the dining room with the knife!"
With unquestioning faith, Professor Plum replied, "That is a proposal which shall meet with unanimous approbation."
Tinglingly alive, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it is as certain as anything in human calculation can be made certain that it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs White replied, "That was splendid of you!"
With the utmost composure, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, the clear upshot of it all is that it was you in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mr Green answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Mr Green shot Mrs Peacock an annoyed look.
As lively as a thrush, Mrs White stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the library.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway. Colonel Mustard was rifling through the silverware.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was you in the dining room with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Professor Plum answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Professor Plum shot Miss Scarlett an aggrieved look.
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was reading a book. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I am confidently persuaded that it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the rope!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mr Green answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With magnificent reserve, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, I am absolutely sure that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the candlestick!"
In happy ignorance, Mr Green replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
As full of fight as ever, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the conservatory.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, a reasonable inference is that it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the knife!"
With unquestioning faith, Colonel Mustard replied, "Truly, we are harried by uncertainties."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively. Mrs Peacock was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, it leads to the inevitable conclusion that it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs Peacock replied, "That is a wholesome and heartening conviction."
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, it is self-evident that it was me in the ballroom with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With magnificent reserve, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the billiard room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs Peacock replied, "I quite agree with you."
Tinglingly alive, Mr Green stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the library.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it is as clear as daylight that it was me in the library with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With the utmost composure, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, I am confidently persuaded that it was me in the hall with the wrench!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, it is self-evident that it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the wrench!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Alive as never before, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, let me say as strongly as I can that it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the revolver!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Eager for the fray, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, I am more than convinced every day that it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Alive as never before, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, I assert without fear of successful contradiction that it was you in the lounge with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Miss Scarlett shot Colonel Mustard a belligerent look.
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, it is plain to every eye it was Mrs White in the hall with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Ready in a trice, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the billiard room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, a not unfair inference is that it was Mr Green in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Full of business, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Professor Plum answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Mrs White in the hall with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, nothing is more certified than that it was you in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Mr Green shot Professor Plum an angry look.
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, I candidly think that it was me in the conservatory with the wrench!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Working like mad, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, I feel confident that it was Miss Scarlett in the dining room with the rope!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Ready in a trice, Mrs White stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the library.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, the fact is irrefutable that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder couldn't have taken place in the library. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With magnificent reserve, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune. Mrs Peacock was rifling through the silverware.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, it is as clear as daylight that it was Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
As full of fight as ever, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, this is an axiomatic truth: it was me in the hall with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Mrs Peacock answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the study.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, a reasonable inference is that it was you in the study with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs Peacock answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Mrs Peacock shot Colonel Mustard an aggrieved look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, of one thing there can be no doubt: it was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With more than a languid interest, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was Mrs White in the dining room with the knife!"
Without the slightest friction, Professor Plum replied, "That has caused me a thousand apprehensions."
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I am more than convinced every day that it was Mr Green in the hall with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I assert without fear of successful contradiction that it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the knife!"
With unquestioning faith, Professor Plum replied, "Indeed a cause for much anxiety."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, I asseverate that it was you in the library with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs White replied, "I felt I could leave it to your generous consideration."
Working like mad, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the billiard room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, I would say so in the presence of an Apostle: it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the revolver!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs Peacock answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Miss Scarlett replied, "That is agreed by the vast majority of students."
Working like mad, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was me in the study with the rope!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Mrs White replied, "We are all in agreement with that thought."
Quick in every part, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune. Mr Green was sitting pensively.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I am bold to aver that it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mr Green answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, the plain unvarnished fact is it was you in the library with the rope!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Professor Plum shot Miss Scarlett an accusing look.
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was sitting pensively. Mrs White was waltzing across the floor.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, of one thing there can be no doubt: it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
As full of fight as ever, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, at first sight it seems it was me in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
As lively as a thrush, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, I asseverate that it was you in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Miss Scarlett shot Mr Green an angry look.
With stoical calm, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sitting pensively. Mrs White was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it seems reasonably certain that it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the revolver!"
With due consideration, Mrs White replied, "My own reading sustains the same view."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mrs White stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the revolver!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was me in the dining room with the rope!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Colonel Mustard answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
As full of fight as ever, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it has been avouched again and again that it was me in the hall with the lead pipe!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, I assert without fear of successful contradiction that it was Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the rope!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Professor Plum replied, "This lends confirmation to my own beliefs."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it has become perfectly evident that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Miss Scarlett replied, "That has caused me a thousand apprehensions."
Eager for the fray, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was eating a sandwich. Mr Green was eating a sandwich.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, it has become perfectly evident that it was Professor Plum in the dining room with the candlestick!"
In crass ignorance, Mr Green replied, "Indeed a cause for much anxiety."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, it is self-evident that it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the revolver!"
Sorely tired, Mrs White answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Teeming with life, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Mrs White was sipping a cup of tea.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs Peacock in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs White answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the knife!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With the utmost composure, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it leads to the inevitable conclusion that it was me in the billiard room with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the library.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I candidly think that it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the knife!"
With due consideration, Professor Plum replied, "I quite agree with you."
Tinglingly alive, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was pacing back and forth.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, the issue is clearly drawn: it was me in the lounge with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Full of business, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, this is the short and the long of it: it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the wrench!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I am bold to aver that it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
As lively as a thrush, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mr Green in the hall with the rope!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Miss Scarlett answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Full of high spirits, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was Mrs Peacock in the hall with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Mrs Peacock shot Mrs White an accusing look.
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I candidly think that it was Mrs White in the library with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly. Mrs White was snooping through Mr Boddy's mail.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was you in the hall with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Mrs White shot Professor Plum an aggrieved look.
On a furious march with sealed orders, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, the plain unvarnished fact is it was you in the lounge with the candlestick!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Professor Plum shot Colonel Mustard a belligerent look.
Quick in every part, Mr Green stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was reading a book.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, I feel confident that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the lead pipe!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was me in the kitchen with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With more than a languid interest, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was you in the billiard room with the rope!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Colonel Mustard answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Colonel Mustard shot Miss Scarlett an aggrieved look.
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, from that result there will be no dissent: it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the wrench!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With more than a languid interest, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, a not unfair inference is that it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the candlestick!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mr Green answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Ready in a trice, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was me in the hall with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Teeming with life, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, the fact is irrefutable that it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs White answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the conservatory. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Eager for the fray, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, the fact is irrefutable that it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Miss Scarlett answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Tinglingly alive, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I shall not die happy unless it was Mr Green in the library with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Professor Plum replied, "I concur entirely with you."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the lounge.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, it has been avouched again and again that it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the revolver!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the kitchen.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was you in the kitchen with the rope!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Mr Green shot Colonel Mustard an aggrieved look.
Teeming with life, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, this is the short and the long of it: it was me in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
Without the slightest friction, Professor Plum replied, "You have robbed me of my tranquillity."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, a mere cursory examination will make it clear that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Colonel Mustard answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, I am absolutely sure that it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With more than a languid interest, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it seems reasonably certain that it was you in the study with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Professor Plum shot Miss Scarlett an annoyed look.
Tinglingly alive, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Mrs White in the dining room with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Full of business, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the library.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Mrs White in the library with the rope!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mr Green replied, "I am heartily of your opinion."
Teeming with life, Mr Green stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was me in the study with the revolver!"
With due consideration, Miss Scarlett replied, "That opinion is widely held."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was sipping a cup of tea.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, at first sight it seems it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I am confidently persuaded that it was Mr Green in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Mrs Peacock in the billiard room with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was reading a book.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I am more than convinced every day that it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the revolver!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
With due consideration, Professor Plum replied, "Truly, we are harried by uncertainties."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was applying chalk to a cue.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With the utmost composure, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the library.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Professor Plum in the library with the wrench!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was peering into the pockets of the billiards table.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, it seems reasonably certain that it was me in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Teeming with life, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, the plain unvarnished fact is it was you in the hall with the candlestick!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Mr Green shot Miss Scarlett an aggrieved look.
Quick in every part, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the study.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, the results are everywhere apparent: it was you in the study with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Mr Green shot Professor Plum a defiant look.
Alive as never before, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, this is an axiomatic truth: it was you in the hall with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Miss Scarlett shot Colonel Mustard an accusing look.
Full of business, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, at first sight it seems it was me in the kitchen with the rope!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Colonel Mustard answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Ready in a trice, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With more than a languid interest, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs Peacock answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With more than a languid interest, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, it is as clear as daylight that it was you in the billiard room with the wrench!"
In utter exasperation, Mr Green answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Mr Green shot Miss Scarlett an annoyed look.
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Mr Green was humming a tune.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, the issue is clearly drawn: it was you in the billiard room with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Miss Scarlett shot Professor Plum an accusing look.
Tinglingly alive, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was you in the dining room with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs White answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Mrs White shot Colonel Mustard a defiant look.
With a fine swinging step, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was humming a tune.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the rope!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Ready in a trice, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the conservatory.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I need not scruple to repeat my assertion: it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
With unquestioning faith, Mr Green replied, "That was splendid of you!"
Full of high spirits, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I have a very clear conviction that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the revolver!"
With unquestioning faith, Colonel Mustard replied, "You have robbed me of my tranquillity."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was you in the hall with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs Peacock answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Mrs Peacock shot Miss Scarlett a defiant look.
With the utmost composure, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was me in the kitchen with the rope!"
With tender sensibility, Mr Green replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
Eager for the fray, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the library.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the candlestick!"
Irritably self-conscious, Professor Plum answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
As lively as a thrush, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was snooping through Mr Boddy's mail. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I am absolutely sure that it was Mrs White in the hall with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Full of high spirits, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune. Colonel Mustard was reading a book.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, nothing is more certified than that it was Mr Green in the library with the knife!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Colonel Mustard answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the billiard room.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Mrs Peacock in the billiard room with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I feel confident that it was me in the study with the knife!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was humming a tune. Mrs White was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs White answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Colonel Mustard shot Professor Plum an annoyed look.
With the utmost composure, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, let me say as strongly as I can that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Teeming with life, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, I feel confident that it was Mrs Peacock in the kitchen with the rope!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Alive as never before, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, I candidly think that it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the revolver!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs White replied, "It is like a nightmare for me to think of it."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the lounge.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, I need not scruple to repeat my assertion: it was me in the lounge with the rope!"
In the full clutch of circumstance, Miss Scarlett replied, "That is a wholesome and heartening conviction."
Teeming with life, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, at first sight it seems it was you in the conservatory with the knife!"
In crass ignorance, Colonel Mustard replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
Tinglingly alive, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the library.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, a reasonable inference is that it was Mr Green in the library with the wrench!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "I shall be happy to recall the fact."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the rope!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Teeming with life, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the dining room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Mrs White in the dining room with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Full of high spirits, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, it is as certain as anything in human calculation can be made certain that it was Mrs Peacock in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With more than a languid interest, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was browsing the shelves. Colonel Mustard was reading a book.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the rope!"
With tender sensibility, Professor Plum replied, "I wish to give my hearty endorsement to that theory."
Eager for the fray, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was peering into the pockets of the billiards table.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was me in the billiard room with the rope!"
With due consideration, Mrs White replied, "That opinion is widely held."
Teeming with life, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was humming a tune.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, the fact is irrefutable that it was Mrs Peacock in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With the utmost composure, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was rifling through the silverware.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, it is plain to every eye it was Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Full of high spirits, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was searching through bags of potting soil.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Mr Green in the library with the revolver!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the library. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it is plain to every eye it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Tinglingly alive, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the ballroom.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Ready in a trice, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was humming a tune.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the revolver!"
With unquestioning faith, Mrs Peacock replied, "I admire your foresight."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, I candidly think that it was me in the conservatory with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Colonel Mustard answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With more than a languid interest, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs White answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the billiard room.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I feel confident that it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the wrench!"
In the worst possible temper, Professor Plum answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Tinglingly alive, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was me in the study with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was Mrs White in the dining room with the candlestick!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Mrs White in the hall with the wrench!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs Peacock replied, "This lends confirmation to my own beliefs."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, I shall not die happy unless it was Mrs White in the dining room with the candlestick!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mrs White into the conservatory.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Working like mad, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, nothing is more certified than that it was me in the ballroom with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
As full of fight as ever, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I assert without fear of successful contradiction that it was Mr Green in the hall with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, the plain unvarnished fact is it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the wrench!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Colonel Mustard answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
With magnificent reserve, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was watering the plants.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Teeming with life, Mr Green stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, at first sight it seems it was Mrs White in the library with the knife!"
With due consideration, Colonel Mustard replied, "I thoroughly agree with you."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was checking under the doormat for clues. Mrs White was snooping through Mr Boddy's mail.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, the fact is irrefutable that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the wrench!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Full of business, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, I am more than convinced every day that it was Professor Plum in the study with the knife!"
Without the slightest friction, Colonel Mustard replied, "I shall be extremely distressed if that is so."
With remarkable equanimity, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was having a snack.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, of one thing there can be no doubt: it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Mr Green in the hall with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mrs Peacock replied, "I shall be happy to recall the fact."
Tinglingly alive, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was you in the dining room with the revolver!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Professor Plum shot Colonel Mustard an angry look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the rope!"
With tender sensibility, Miss Scarlett replied, "I have a very high regard for you."
Ready in a trice, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Colonel Mustard replied, "I am keenly interested in what you say."
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mr Green was seated at the piano.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it has become perfectly evident that it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the study.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, I am absolutely sure that it was Mrs Peacock in the study with the revolver!"
With unquestioning faith, Mrs White replied, "Than this there is none other!"
Full of high spirits, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, the fact is irrefutable that it was Miss Scarlett in the dining room with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune. Mrs White was scribbling furiously in a notebook.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it seems reasonably certain that it was Professor Plum in the study with the wrench!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Professor Plum shot Mr Green an annoyed look.
Quick in every part, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the library.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, I need not scruple to repeat my assertion: it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the rope!"
Without the slightest friction, Professor Plum replied, "That is agreed by the vast majority of students."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the kitchen.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was Mrs Peacock in the kitchen with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Tinglingly alive, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was Mrs White in the study with the revolver!"
Yielding to a passing impulse, Mr Green replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
Full of high spirits, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was pacing back and forth.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was me in the dining room with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the conservatory.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, I feel confident that it was me in the conservatory with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With a fine swinging step, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was having a snack.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was me in the kitchen with the wrench!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs White answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Mr Green in the lounge with the rope!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I shall not die happy unless it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With magnificent reserve, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was you in the library with the rope!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs White replied, "I shall be extremely distressed if that is so."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Mrs Peacock in the hall with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Colonel Mustard stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the study.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was Miss Scarlett in the study with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Eager for the fray, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I feel confident that it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the wrench!"
In happy ignorance, Mrs Peacock replied, "I felt I could leave it to your generous consideration."
As full of fight as ever, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, a reasonable inference is that it was you in the ballroom with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Mr Green shot Mrs Peacock a defiant look.
Ready in a trice, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was waltzing across the floor.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, beyond question, it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the conservatory.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was me in the conservatory with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Alive as never before, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Quick in every part, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, the issue is clearly drawn: it was me in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, a reasonable inference is that it was Miss Scarlett in the lounge with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Working like mad, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, the issue is clearly drawn: it was you in the billiard room with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Miss Scarlett answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Miss Scarlett shot Mrs Peacock an angry look.
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune. Mrs Peacock was applying chalk to a cue.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, it is as clear as daylight that it was me in the billiard room with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was sipping a cup of tea. Mr Green was pacing back and forth.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, I need not scruple to repeat my assertion: it was you in the lounge with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Colonel Mustard shot Miss Scarlett an annoyed look.
Tinglingly alive, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, it seems reasonably certain that it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Teeming with life, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Mr Green in the billiard room with the rope!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Miss Scarlett in the hall with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, the fact is irrefutable that it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Eager for the fray, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the study.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, a mere cursory examination will make it clear that it was Professor Plum in the study with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Miss Scarlett answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, it leads to the inevitable conclusion that it was you in the library with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Mrs White shot Miss Scarlett a defiant look.
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was Mr Green in the dining room with the knife!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With magnificent reserve, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was snooping through Mr Boddy's mail.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, I am bold to aver that it was you in the hall with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mr Green answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Mr Green shot Colonel Mustard an annoyed look.
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
As lively as a thrush, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was pacing back and forth. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, a not unfair inference is that it was you in the conservatory with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Mr Green shot Mrs Peacock a belligerent look.
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was muttering softly.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was Mr Green in the hall with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
As full of fight as ever, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I feel confident that it was you in the study with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Mrs White shot Miss Scarlett an aggrieved look.
Eager for the fray, Professor Plum stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the knife!"
In the worst possible temper, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Alive as never before, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was searching through bags of potting soil. Mrs Peacock was humming a tune.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mr Green answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With more than a languid interest, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was you in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Professor Plum answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Professor Plum shot Mr Green an accusing look.
Teeming with life, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, a reasonable inference is that it was Mr Green in the hall with the revolver!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I shall prove to a demonstration that it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, a not unfair inference is that it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the candlestick!"
In crass ignorance, Mr Green replied, "I wish to give my hearty endorsement to that theory."
Eager for the fray, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, I have a very clear conviction that it was me in the hall with the rope!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
As lively as a thrush, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, beyond question, it was Mrs White in the dining room with the wrench!"
In utter exasperation, Mr Green answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the revolver!"
In crass ignorance, Mrs White replied, "That haunts me like a ghost."
With stoical calm, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I am more than convinced every day that it was Mrs White in the study with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I am confidently persuaded that it was me in the hall with the rope!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, it is as clear as daylight that it was me in the study with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Ready in a trice, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, it has been avouched again and again that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Alive as never before, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was you in the lounge with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Professor Plum shot Colonel Mustard a belligerent look.
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, beyond question, it was Miss Scarlett in the lounge with the revolver!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
Three others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was lounging on a chaise. Colonel Mustard was pacing back and forth. Mr Green was humming a tune.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, this is the short and the long of it: it was you in the lounge with the wrench!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Colonel Mustard shot Mrs Peacock an annoyed look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
Four others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was lounging on a chaise. Colonel Mustard was humming a tune. Mr Green was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was sitting pensively.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, a not unfair inference is that it was Miss Scarlett in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it is altogether probable that it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the revolver!"
In utter exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With the utmost composure, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the ballroom. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With more than a languid interest, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, this is the short and the long of it: it was Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Miss Scarlett answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Tinglingly alive, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, let me say as strongly as I can that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Colonel Mustard answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the conservatory.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, a reasonable inference is that it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Ready in a trice, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, I am perfectly clear in my mind that it was me in the dining room with the wrench!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was humming a tune.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, it seems reasonably certain that it was me in the conservatory with the rope!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the conservatory. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the kitchen.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With more than a languid interest, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, I candidly think that it was Mrs White in the hall with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was pacing back and forth. Mr Green was checking under the doormat for clues.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, a not unfair inference is that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the rope!"
With tender sensibility, Mr Green replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
Three others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was muttering softly. Mr Green was snooping through Mr Boddy's mail. Mrs Peacock was muttering softly.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, nothing is more certified than that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Professor Plum shot Mrs White an annoyed look.
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
Four others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune. Mr Green was humming a tune. Mrs Peacock was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, a not unfair inference is that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the wrench!"
With unquestioning faith, Mrs Peacock replied, "I shall be happy to recall the fact."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was me in the library with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With more than a languid interest, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was pacing back and forth. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, I feel confident that it was Mr Green in the library with the knife!"
With due consideration, Professor Plum replied, "I am heartily of your opinion."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, nothing is more certified than that it was me in the billiard room with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs Peacock answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With stoical calm, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
Three others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway. Colonel Mustard was pacing back and forth. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was you in the library with the lead pipe!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs White answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Mrs White shot Mrs Peacock an annoyed look.
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was pacing back and forth.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Professor Plum in the hall with the wrench!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
As full of fight as ever, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was peering into the pockets of the billiards table.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Tinglingly alive, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the dining room.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, a mere cursory examination will make it clear that it was me in the dining room with the candlestick!"
Without the slightest friction, Mr Green replied, "That is a salutary and successful work."
Full of business, Colonel Mustard stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the study.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, the issue is clearly drawn: it was you in the study with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs Peacock answered, "I have carefully inquired into this matter and the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Mrs Peacock shot Colonel Mustard an annoyed look.
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it is as clear as daylight that it was you in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Professor Plum shot Mr Green an aggrieved look.
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the rope!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Alive as never before, Mrs White stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the library.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, it is as clear as daylight that it was me in the library with the lead pipe!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Tinglingly alive, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, it is as clear as daylight that it was Professor Plum in the study with the rope!"
With due consideration, Mrs White replied, "It is like a nightmare for me to think of it."
Quick in every part, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was checking inside the cupboards. Mrs Peacock was humming a tune.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, I am bold to aver that it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Tinglingly alive, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, at first sight it seems it was you in the hall with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Mrs Peacock shot Colonel Mustard a belligerent look.
Ready in a trice, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, from that result there will be no dissent: it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With stoical calm, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Mr Green was sitting pensively.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I am confidently persuaded that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
Three others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was waltzing across the floor. Mr Green was waltzing across the floor. Mrs Peacock was seated at the piano.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, I assert without fear of successful contradiction that it was Mr Green in the ballroom with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Mr Green shot Mrs White an angry look.
Teeming with life, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, few events are better attested than that it was Mrs White in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
In happy ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "My own reading sustains the same view."
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, it is as clear as daylight that it was me in the billiard room with the wrench!"
In utter exasperation, Mr Green answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
As full of fight as ever, Colonel Mustard stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Miss Scarlett in the kitchen with the lead pipe!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was you in the study with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Colonel Mustard shot Mr Green an angry look.
As lively as a thrush, Mrs Peacock stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, it has been avouched again and again that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the rope!"
In utter exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the dining room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With stoical calm, Mrs White stepped into the study.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, nothing is more certified than that it was Mr Green in the study with the wrench!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Mr Green shot Mrs White a belligerent look.
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the lead pipe!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, this is the short and the long of it: it was me in the billiard room with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Professor Plum was humming a tune.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was me in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Professor Plum answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Quick in every part, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I feel confident that it was me in the kitchen with the lead pipe!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the revolver!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mr Green answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the dining room.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, I am confidently persuaded that it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With the utmost composure, Colonel Mustard stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the study.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Mrs White in the study with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it is altogether probable that it was me in the dining room with the lead pipe!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs White answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs Peacock stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the ballroom.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, it is a matter of common knowledge that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the knife!"
With due consideration, Colonel Mustard replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the lounge.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, the clear upshot of it all is that it was you in the lounge with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Mrs Peacock shot Mrs White a defiant look.
With a fine swinging step, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth. Mrs White was lounging on a chaise.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, it is plain to every eye it was Mr Green in the lounge with the knife!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs White answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Obviously it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Full of business, Professor Plum stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was waltzing across the floor.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Mrs Peacock in the ballroom with the wrench!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the study.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, let me say as strongly as I can that it was Mrs White in the study with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
With magnificent reserve, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was seated at the piano.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, a reasonable inference is that it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the billiard room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, it has become perfectly evident that it was Mr Green in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
In the worst possible temper, Professor Plum answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the hall.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was me in the hall with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Tinglingly alive, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I feel confident that it was you in the billiard room with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Professor Plum shot Miss Scarlett an aggrieved look.
As lively as a thrush, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs White into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, I asseverate that it was Mrs Peacock in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Ready in a trice, Mr Green stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the study.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, a reasonable inference is that it was Miss Scarlett in the study with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Professor Plum answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Eager for the fray, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs White was humming a tune.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mrs White answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Ready in a trice, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the hall.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I am confidently persuaded that it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the wrench!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Quick in every part, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the dining room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, beyond question, it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
As full of fight as ever, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, it seems reasonably certain that it was Mrs Peacock in the library with the revolver!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With a fine swinging step, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the revolver!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs Peacock replied, "That was splendid of you!"
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was sitting pensively.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, a not unfair inference is that it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the lead pipe!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs White answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
As full of fight as ever, Mrs Peacock stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, I would say so in the presence of an Apostle: it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
With a fine swinging step, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the study.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Colonel Mustard in the study with the revolver!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the conservatory.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, from that result there will be no dissent: it was me in the conservatory with the revolver!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Professor Plum stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the dining room.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, the fact is irrefutable that it was me in the dining room with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was sitting pensively. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was Mrs Peacock in the dining room with the rope!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mr Green answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Full of high spirits, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was me in the hall with the revolver!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was muttering softly. Mr Green was muttering softly.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, I am absolutely sure that it was me in the hall with the lead pipe!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was eating a sandwich.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the rope!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Professor Plum answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Tinglingly alive, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was humming a tune.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, it is altogether probable that it was Professor Plum in the hall with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Mrs Peacock replied, "I was quite apprehensive about that."
Teeming with life, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, the plain unvarnished fact is it was Mrs White in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
As full of fight as ever, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Professor Plum in the study with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the lounge.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, from that result there will be no dissent: it was Professor Plum in the lounge with the wrench!"
With tender sensibility, Mrs Peacock replied, "I felt I could leave it to your generous consideration."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was sitting pensively.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Mrs White in the study with the rope!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Colonel Mustard answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Tinglingly alive, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, it leads to the inevitable conclusion that it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the rope!"
With unquestioning faith, Miss Scarlett replied, "I compliment you on your good sense."
Eager for the fray, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was searching through bags of potting soil. Professor Plum was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mr Green in the conservatory with the wrench!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
With stoical calm, Mr Green stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs Peacock into the study.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, I asseverate that it was you in the study with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs Peacock answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Mrs Peacock shot Mr Green a defiant look.
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
Three others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was standing indecisively near the doorway. Professor Plum was searching through bags of potting soil. Colonel Mustard was searching through bags of potting soil.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, I am more than convinced every day that it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Professor Plum shot Mrs Peacock an aggrieved look.
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, this is an axiomatic truth: it was Miss Scarlett in the ballroom with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Working like mad, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it is as clear as daylight that it was me in the hall with the knife!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Professor Plum answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
With magnificent reserve, Professor Plum stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I am more than convinced every day that it was me in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Teeming with life, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was watering the plants.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs Peacock, I have a very clear conviction that it was you in the conservatory with the wrench!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In the exasperation of the moment, I erred."
Mrs Peacock shot Colonel Mustard an angry look.
With the utmost composure, Mr Green stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the kitchen.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was me in the kitchen with the rope!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Obviously it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
As full of fight as ever, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, I have a very clear conviction that it was Mrs White in the study with the rope!"
In crass ignorance, Miss Scarlett replied, "That was splendid of you!"
On a furious march with sealed orders, Mrs White stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was rummaging through the fridge. Mr Green was humming a tune.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, it is self-evident that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Full of business, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Miss Scarlett said, "Colonel Mustard, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was me in the library with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mr Green into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Mrs Peacock in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mr Green answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
With remarkable equanimity, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, it has become perfectly evident that it was you in the hall with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Miss Scarlett shot Colonel Mustard an angry look.
Eager for the fray, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the dining room.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, nothing is more certified than that it was me in the dining room with the wrench!"
In crass ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "That was splendid of you!"
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the billiard room.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, let me say as strongly as I can that it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Colonel Mustard answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the wrench. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Ready in a trice, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the study.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I wonder if you have considered that possibly it was you in the study with the wrench!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "This is a sham so thin that it requires but one test to puncture it. Obviously it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Mr Green shot Mrs White a belligerent look.
As full of fight as ever, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was rifling through the silverware.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, I am left with no misapprehensions that it was Mr Green in the dining room with the wrench!"
In happy ignorance, Professor Plum replied, "That is a salutary and successful work."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the hall.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, I shall prove to a demonstration that it was you in the hall with the wrench!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Colonel Mustard shot Professor Plum a defiant look.
Working like mad, Colonel Mustard stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Miss Scarlett into the ballroom.
Colonel Mustard said, "Miss Scarlett, I lack words to express the full extent of my conviction that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the rope!"
With due consideration, Miss Scarlett replied, "I am heartily of your opinion."
Full of high spirits, Mr Green stepped into the ballroom.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was muttering softly. Colonel Mustard was humming a tune.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, the results are everywhere apparent: it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Ready in a trice, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the library.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was you in the library with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly it wasn't Professor Plum. Professor Plum has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "Owing to a foolish error, I was mistaken."
Professor Plum shot Mrs Peacock an annoyed look.
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the hall.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the rope!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Miss Scarlett answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Tinglingly alive, Miss Scarlett stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the billiard room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, I am absolutely sure that it was Mrs White in the billiard room with the revolver!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With stoical calm, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was checking under the doormat for clues.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs White, it is plain to every eye it was you in the hall with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Mrs White shot Professor Plum an annoyed look.
With the utmost composure, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mrs White into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, it is highly probable that it was you in the lounge with the rope!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Forgive me all my delinquencies."
Mrs White shot Colonel Mustard an aggrieved look.
As lively as a thrush, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, unreservedly, unequivocally, and absolutely, it was Mrs White in the lounge with the candlestick!"
In the worst possible temper, Colonel Mustard answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Mrs White shot Mr Green a belligerent look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the lounge.
Three others already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mr Green was lounging on a chaise. Mrs White was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it is as clear as daylight that it was Mr Green in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
Sorely tired, Mrs White answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Mr Green shot Mrs Peacock a defiant look.
Ready in a trice, Mrs White stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Colonel Mustard into the study.
Mrs White said, "Colonel Mustard, the clear upshot of it all is that it was Mr Green in the study with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Eager for the fray, Miss Scarlett stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the ballroom.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the wrench!"
With due consideration, Professor Plum replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
With the utmost composure, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Mrs Peacock into the kitchen.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was me in the kitchen with the wrench!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
As lively as a thrush, Colonel Mustard stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Mr Green into the dining room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, it may be safely asserted that it was Miss Scarlett in the dining room with the wrench!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Mr Green answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
With the utmost composure, Mr Green stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, I candidly think that it was Mrs Peacock in the lounge with the knife!"
Sorely tired, Colonel Mustard answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Clearly it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With stoical calm, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Miss Scarlett into the library.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was you in the library with the rope!"
In utter exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
Miss Scarlett shot Mrs Peacock an aggrieved look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, I feel confident that it was you in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Miss Scarlett answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Miss Scarlett shot Mrs White a belligerent look.
With magnificent reserve, Miss Scarlett stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was browsing the shelves.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Mr Green in the library with the lead pipe!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
As full of fight as ever, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was standing indecisively near the doorway. Mrs Peacock was reading a book.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, I am absolutely sure that it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the rope!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs Peacock answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Miss Scarlett shot Professor Plum an annoyed look.
With stoical calm, Colonel Mustard stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the hall.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, I am confidently persuaded that it was Mr Green in the hall with the candlestick!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "You make unqualified assertions. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
As full of fight as ever, Mr Green stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the study.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, I shall prove to a demonstration that it was Miss Scarlett in the study with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With the utmost composure, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was muttering softly.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, it is altogether probable that it was Miss Scarlett in the hall with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Colonel Mustard answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Eager for the fray, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, it can be demonstrated to a mathematical nicety that it was Professor Plum in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "After adding the necessary salt of incredulity, it is to be concluded that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
As lively as a thrush, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the dining room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was Mr Green in the dining room with the candlestick!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mr Green. Mr Green was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Ready in a trice, Professor Plum stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mrs Peacock in the conservatory with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Quick in every part, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the billiard room.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was you in the billiard room with the rope!"
Sorely tired, Professor Plum answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Professor Plum shot Colonel Mustard an accusing look.
With remarkable equanimity, Mr Green stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Mr Green said, "Colonel Mustard, from that result there will be no dissent: it was you in the library with the knife!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Colonel Mustard shot Mr Green an aggrieved look.
As lively as a thrush, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Professor Plum into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, beyond question, it was Miss Scarlett in the study with the revolver!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Professor Plum answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an unguarded moment, I erred."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs White stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Professor Plum into the hall.
Mrs White said, "Professor Plum, I assert without fear of successful contradiction that it was you in the hall with the rope!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Professor Plum shot Mrs White an angry look.
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Professor Plum into the kitchen.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, it seems reasonably certain that it was Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
In utter exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
As lively as a thrush, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Professor Plum called Colonel Mustard into the lounge.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, there is no vain assumption in saying that it was Miss Scarlett in the lounge with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Colonel Mustard answered, "You are certainly not making a reputation for accuracy by some of your statements. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Eager for the fray, Colonel Mustard stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was humming a tune.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, it is a matter of the simplest demonstration that it was Miss Scarlett in the library with the lead pipe!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Tinglingly alive, Mr Green stepped into the study.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was scribbling furiously in a notebook.
Mr Green said, "Mrs Peacock, the plain unvarnished fact is it was Mrs White in the study with the rope!"
In the worst possible temper, Mrs Peacock answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the rope. There were no strangulation marks on the body."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Tinglingly alive, Mrs Peacock stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mrs White, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was me in the hall with the revolver!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mrs White stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mr Green into the billiard room.
Mrs White said, "Mr Green, I feel called upon to asseverate that it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mr Green answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Teeming with life, Miss Scarlett stepped into the dining room.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the dining room.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, I am more than convinced every day that it was me in the dining room with the candlestick!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mrs White answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Alive as never before, Professor Plum stepped into the library.
One other already occupied the room. Colonel Mustard was standing indecisively near the doorway.
Professor Plum said, "Colonel Mustard, the apparently inevitable conclusion is that it was Mrs White in the library with the knife!"
With tender sensibility, Colonel Mustard replied, "Truly, we are harried by uncertainties."
Quick in every part, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, a mere cursory examination will make it clear that it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Professor Plum replied, "It is a capital piece of work."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Mr Green stepped into the dining room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was rifling through the silverware. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, the issue is clearly drawn: it was Mrs White in the dining room with the knife!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Miss Scarlett answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
Mrs White shot Mr Green a defiant look.
With stoical calm, Mrs Peacock stepped into the conservatory.
Two others already occupied the room. Professor Plum was searching through bags of potting soil. Colonel Mustard was searching through bags of potting soil.
Mrs Peacock said, "Professor Plum, the fact is irrefutable that it was Miss Scarlett in the conservatory with the knife!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Miss Scarlett. Miss Scarlett wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
With the utmost composure, Mrs White stepped into the kitchen.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the kitchen.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Professor Plum in the kitchen with the knife!"
In utter exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder couldn't have taken place in the kitchen. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With the utmost composure, Miss Scarlett stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mr Green into the study.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mr Green, I asseverate that it was Mrs Peacock in the study with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mr Green answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I should not have intruded on you at this hour."
Eager for the fray, Professor Plum stepped into the kitchen.
Two others already occupied the room. Mrs Peacock was checking inside the cupboards. Mrs White was muttering softly.
Professor Plum said, "Mrs Peacock, it has been avouched again and again that it was Mr Green in the kitchen with the candlestick!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs Peacock answered, "You have parted company with the facts. Obviously the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
Without the flick of an eyelid, Colonel Mustard stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Colonel Mustard called Professor Plum into the lounge.
Colonel Mustard said, "Professor Plum, few events are better attested than that it was Mr Green in the lounge with the knife!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Professor Plum answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "If hearty sorrow be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender’t here."
With more than a languid interest, Mr Green stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Mrs White into the hall.
Mr Green said, "Mrs White, it requires no extraordinary perception to discern that it was you in the hall with the knife!"
Irritably self-conscious, Mrs White answered, "That was rather tall talk upon your part. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the knife. There was no blood!"
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
Mrs White shot Mr Green an aggrieved look.
With magnificent reserve, Mrs Peacock stepped into the library.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Colonel Mustard into the library.
Mrs Peacock said, "Colonel Mustard, all competent evidence points to the fact that it was Mr Green in the library with the lead pipe!"
In utter exasperation, Colonel Mustard answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that the murder weapon isn't the lead pipe. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With magnificent reserve, Mrs White stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Miss Scarlett into the conservatory.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, I am told by persons considering themselves sagacious in business that it was Mrs Peacock in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
Irritably self-conscious, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I offer my humblest apologies."
Teeming with life, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Professor Plum was humming a tune.
Miss Scarlett said, "Professor Plum, a reasonable inference is that it was Mrs White in the lounge with the lead pipe!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Professor Plum answered, "This is not a wise course to follow. Obviously the murder couldn't have taken place in the lounge. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
With an air of quiet, unaffected assurance, Professor Plum stepped into the hall.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was checking under the doormat for clues.
Professor Plum said, "Mr Green, I have a very clear conviction that it was Colonel Mustard in the hall with the candlestick!"
Sorely tired, Mr Green answered, "It is well within the bounds of conservative statement to say that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Professor Plum said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
Teeming with life, Colonel Mustard stepped into the conservatory.
One other already occupied the room. Mrs White was pacing back and forth.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mrs White, I am living in the irresistible conviction that it was me in the conservatory with the revolver!"
Thin-skinned in the presence of annoyances, Mrs White answered, "I cannot abide swaggerers. Clearly the murder couldn't have taken place in the conservatory. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
With the utmost composure, Mr Green stepped into the billiard room.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Miss Scarlett into the billiard room.
Mr Green said, "Miss Scarlett, there is nothing ambiguous about it: it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the candlestick!"
With a heart as heavy as lead, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. That's not where the body was."
"Oh," Mr Green said. "I find my tongue is too foolhardy."
Tinglingly alive, Mrs Peacock stepped into the billiard room.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was sitting pensively. Mr Green was sitting pensively.
Mrs Peacock said, "Miss Scarlett, the fact is irrefutable that it was Professor Plum in the billiard room with the knife!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the billiard room. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I did not feel that I was committing an indiscretion when I said so."
As lively as a thrush, Mrs White stepped into the ballroom.
The room was empty.
Mrs White called Mrs Peacock into the ballroom.
Mrs White said, "Mrs Peacock, it is highly probable that it was me in the ballroom with the candlestick!"
With the most astonishing perverseness, Mrs Peacock answered, "That is too transparently foolish to fool anybody. Clearly the murder weapon isn't the candlestick. The cause of death was not a blunt object."
"Oh," Mrs White said. "I am far from being as well informed as you suppose me to be."
Full of business, Miss Scarlett stepped into the lounge.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs Peacock into the lounge.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs Peacock, the plain unvarnished fact is it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the knife!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs Peacock answered, "A conclusion not to be accepted without long deliberation. For it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "In an evil hour, I erred."
On a furious march with sealed orders, Professor Plum stepped into the lounge.
Two others already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was lounging on a chaise. Mrs Peacock was pacing back and forth.
Professor Plum said, "Miss Scarlett, there is a phase of the discussion going on which says it was Mr Green in the lounge with the revolver!"
With unquestioning faith, Miss Scarlett replied, "You have my unqualified approval."
Working like mad, Colonel Mustard stepped into the billiard room.
One other already occupied the room. Mr Green was pacing back and forth.
Colonel Mustard said, "Mr Green, the issue is clearly drawn: it was me in the billiard room with the lead pipe!"
In the worst possible temper, Mr Green answered, "Ordinary prudence would suggest that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Colonel Mustard said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
With more than a languid interest, Mr Green stepped into the conservatory.
The room was empty.
Mr Green called Professor Plum into the conservatory.
Mr Green said, "Professor Plum, it is as clear as daylight that it was Mrs White in the conservatory with the revolver!"
Without the slightest friction, Professor Plum replied, "Indeed a cause for much anxiety."
With remarkable equanimity, Mrs Peacock stepped into the study.
The room was empty.
Mrs Peacock called Mr Green into the study.
Mrs Peacock said, "Mr Green, I feel confident that it was me in the study with the revolver!"
With a suggestion of nervous tears, Mr Green answered, "The worst wheel always creaks most. Obviously it wasn't Mrs Peacock. Mrs Peacock has an air-tight alibi."
"Oh," Mrs Peacock said. "I am hardly presentable for polite society."
Tinglingly alive, Mrs White stepped into the lounge.
One other already occupied the room. Miss Scarlett was humming a tune.
Mrs White said, "Miss Scarlett, it needs no great play of imagination to see that it was Colonel Mustard in the lounge with the wrench!"
In utter exasperation, Miss Scarlett answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that it wasn't Colonel Mustard. Colonel Mustard was with me at the time!"
"Oh," Mrs White said. "The horrible consciousness has just dawned upon me that I may be mistaken."
With stoical calm, Miss Scarlett stepped into the hall.
The room was empty.
Miss Scarlett called Mrs White into the hall.
Miss Scarlett said, "Mrs White, beyond question, it was Mr Green in the hall with the candlestick!"
In a fit of nervous exasperation, Mrs White answered, "No intelligent man can afford to disregard that the murder couldn't have taken place in the hall. It would have taken far too much effort to move the body from there."
"Oh," Miss Scarlett said. "Your forgiveness for all these offences is very penitently and humbly invoked."
Miss Scarlett called everyone to gather together and began to speak: "I cannot help suspecting. My solution is beyond all dispute. Truly this crime was the most exasperating of all nuisances. This whole time I have had an uncertain sense of something hidden. The murderer must even now be driven into nervous prostration--"
"Excuse me," broke in Professor Plum. "Are you going to tell us who actually did it?"
"Why, haven't I said already?" asked Miss Scarlett. "It was Mrs White in the study with the revolver!"