The ‘Professor’ spoke. He didn’t listen. The old man, flushed purple with drink, hadspouted nothing but questions since his arrival. It was really annoying how he would makea suggestion, converse in secrecy with another, and then nod knowingly at the answer likeit made perfect sense. Thinking about it, they’d all made suggestions at one point or another, and seemed satisfied with their answers. Where was he going wrong?No, wait, he wasn’t going wrong, they were just bluffing.It might not be obvious to most, hell, even he had almost missed it.But not now.Now
he
knew what was going on.A fresh drink appeared at his elbow, courtesy of the thin guy. The ice glistenedmerrily in the swirling brown liquid. Come to think of it, maybe the thin guy was in on it!Yes, that was it! They were all in on it together.
She’d
been placed immediately in front of him to direct his gaze away from the table top. Baldy was there to reduce his workingspace with his various sodden hankies. The ‘Professor’ was there to ask those infernalquestions to distract his highly-tuned mind from the task at hand. And the thin guy, yes, theguy who hovered about constantly, topping up his drink as soon as he took a sip, wasplying him with something. It was all clear now, if only he had seen it earlier, he wouldn’thave drunken so much. But it was so damned hot, his throat burned constantly for moisture.He must focus. Ignore the pheromones the human lighthouse gave off, the lack of space Baldy gave him and the ‘Who wants to be a millionaire’ level questions the‘Professor’ asked. Ignore them and concentrate. Concentrate. He could do it. Just got toblock it all out. See only the things that were important, the clues he had painstakinglygathered, the rational deductions he had made and knot them together in a logical net thatwould catch the killer.Wait a minute!There it was, the answer staring him right in the face.He had them now, he had them all!“
It was Colonel Mustard in the library with the candlestick
,” he roared with triumph.“
Oh, for God's sake, Brian,” sighed Denise. “You’ve got Colonel Mustard right infront of you.”
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