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Jamie wrote:Mrs Peacock - What did you do with the pantyhose?
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"Well, I put them in a drawer in my study! She would be too busy running around trying to hide to rummage through my desk. Of course, I unplugged that wire Miss Scarlet put in the wall, too. I don't want to see anyone get electrocuted!"

Your deduction?
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It's not easy trying to work out the route that Marigold took. I thought that they obviously lost her somewhere during the chase, and so the killer mist have come across her by accident.
Mustard says he saw Marigold in the garden. You would think she would then run away from the house, but maybe she went back for her bag and camera. From other testimonies, I think she must have re-entered the house from the conservatory and ran into Miss Peach, who was still carrying the cleaver.

Miss Peach - Meat Cleaver - Conservatory

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ClueFan8888, you said:

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Jamie, you said:

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Detectives, feel free to ask any suspect a question if you wish. You may make an accusation without asking a suspect a question if you wish.
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So it is the Pantyhose, and the Conservatory. Maybe Mrs Peacock lied about putting them away.

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Well, that's a very interesting deduction, Jamie...

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I can now reveal Mrs. Marigold was murdered in the conservatory...
A pair of pantyhose was found tightly knotted around her neck...
And the murderer was Mrs. Peacock!


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"I have spent all my life learning from my actions.

I have spent ALL. MY LIFE. Making mistakes, learning, trying time and time again to make something work.

And I've succeeded. Greyback mansion is just the latest result of my hard work. Emperian is always growing bigger, with no end in sight. I'm a multimillionaire with a large, loving family. I have everything you could ever want out of life. Admiration, love, success, fame! Happiness! I was happy with my purchase, with my life! I had yet another thing I could be very, very proud of!

And if there's one thing I absolutely can't stand, it's freeloaders.

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I spend all my life earning what I have, and this- this- this SNAKE! This weaselly little rat thinks she can barge onto my property and claim it for her own? No one deserves to have their privacy invaded on - and NO ONE deserves to have their privacy sold to gossip rags for a few filthy cents! More than any of that, no one can lay a pinky on my family without my express permission! You invade my house, hurt my family, ignore every rule of etiquette, and expect not to feel any repercussions? Foolish woman.

By the way, that isn't just some insignificant little revolver. No, that was left to me by my brother, Captain Everest Peacock. A wonderful man who supported me every step of the way, God bless his soul. I'm the only one who may handle his old possessions. I'll do whatever it takes to respect my brother's memory, especially at some bounder's expense. I normally wouldn't dispatch someone so violently, but when I saw that woman through the conservatory windows... she didn't deserve a quiet death. Rage took over, and every one of my muscles went into wringing her neck. I didn't care if anyone walked in, if anyone saw the murder - nothing of that sort! I just cared I could see the life leave that wretched little body of hers.

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I bet she thought she was very clever when she tried locking the Ballroom doors. But she was going up against a woman of my stature. And no one's more clever than me."

Congratulations, Jamie, for solving the murder of Mrs. Elinor Marigold!
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Thanks for playing along with the first episode, guys! I'll post the next mystery in a little bit. For now, I think I'm gonna forego the silhouettes, and just show the victim card. So here's our next corpse and another set of weapons, with quite possible the easiest possible weapon to guess. I was honestly considering leaving it completely not filled in, but that would be a little cruel :P

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Yay! Really enjoyed that, the map helped, and I love the artwork.


Can't work out the longer weapons.

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I had fun playing this. :D But I couldn't make a accustaion because of School. :cry:

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I think some of the weapons are a syringe, an ax, and an awl. Could I help solve Dr. Orchid's murder?

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Syringe
Sword
Ax
Awl

THOSE ARE THE ONES I COULD GUESS
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Maybe a bedpan is a weapon? Perhaps a sword or even pyrochlore?

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Are you the same two? I can't tell, I'm not good with faces. Point is, I'm glad you've come back. There's been another death here, as you'd expect. Funny I'd need some help - that's exactly why Mrs. Peacock called in the last victim. This move's changed a lot about our finances, and my lovely wife called in an old friend to help.

Doctor Beverly Orchid went to college with Mrs. Peacock, and she's now head of the business department at Lazur University. I'm certain such a prestigious university wants answers quickly, so let's get to it. And uh, be careful with your questions, alright? My wife's having trouble coping with the loss.

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Again, there are six rooms where she could have died.
�Was it the Kitchen...
�...the Gallery...
�...the Dining Room
�...the Library...
�...the Chapel...
�...or was it the Hall?

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There were six very sharp objects around the house, but which one was used to kill her?
�It could have been a nice, clean death with a Syringe....
�...Or a bloody disaster with an Ax - Nasty weapon.
�Was she stabbed with an Awl?
�Or these shards of Broken China?
�In the heat of the moment, a Planchette could work as a makeshift weapon.
�Or even a very small, but very fatal, Shark Tooth

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Mrs. Peacock has been acting strange all day. Mrs. White said it started with her having a breakdown in her bedroom...

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‒‒‒‒Scene One - Mrs. Peacock's Bedroom‒‒‒‒

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Mrs. Peacock's room was pitch dark. The lights were off, the curtains draw - even any electronics were unplugged to keep any light out of the room. Mrs. Peacock was sitting alone on the edge of her bed, facing away from the door, clutching a sock in her hand.

"Ggggngnchhhh...! Don't!"

Mrs. Marigolds final words echoed through her head. She couldn't let go of the violent memory.

"Aaaaaahaghghgggg..... I have a songngnnggggggh!"

The look in her eyes as she died, hearing those last desperate breaths escape her body, the hand clutching her neck as her body went limp...

"AAaAAaaaahh... aaah.... ... ..."

Three sudden knocks at the door startled Mrs. Peacock. She always knocked on the door in the same way - three times to the frame with her knuckles. "Yes, Mrs. White?"

"Your first guest has arrived, ma'am. Madame Rose is here to speak with you."

"Thank you, Maple. Let her in."

The light that poured through when Mrs. White opened the trophy room door was almost blinding. Even so, there was no mistaking it was Madame Rose who walked through. Her clothes were unmistakable. She wore massive, over accessorized frilly disasters, not that Mrs. Peacock cared. A psychic hack-of-all-trades needed to look the part. Legitimacy, she supposed. Mrs. White closed the door again, leaving the two in the dark.

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"Thank you for coming, Celestinia." Mrs. Peacock had stood up to greet Madame Rose. The two kneeled on the carpeting in front of Mrs. Peacock's bed.

"It's my pleasure." Madame Rose had been heckled for her appearance all her life. So it surprised most people to hear her natural voice, a surprisingly high, gorgeous tone. The barest tinges of a German accent gave her voice an air of mystery. "You said you had to confess something?"

As they spoke, Madame Rose pulled a ouija board out of her bag. Even Mrs. Peacock wasn't quite convinced ouija was totally real, but she was willing to try anything if Madame Rose suggested.

"Yes, I- I hope you won't judge me. I've made a terrible mistake."

"You don't need to worry." Madame Rose looked up at Mrs. Peacock. "I've done many, many things wrong. I will never judge you."

"Thank you... Thank you, Eva." Mrs. Peacock said. "It all started a few days ago, on the day we moved in..."
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‒‒‒‒Scene Two - The Docks‒‒‒‒

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Mrs. Peacock's psychic sessions always took a while. Mrs. White took her time driving back from the docks after picking up the other two guests that day - Professor Plum and Doctor Orchid. It wasn't due to laziness, though. The professor and doctor had gotten into a very heated argument about the conservation efforts surrounding the Black Royal butterfly at the docks, and Mrs. White didn't want to interrupt. As a talk radio fan, she loved hearing any kinds of heated, intellectual debates.

"...But the efforts are focusing too much on just their appearances. It's too simple." Plum said. No matter how much he slept, he never seemed to get rid of the bags under his eyes, or his tired, half awake way of speaking. "Regions with significant Black Royal populations-"

"Experience increased pollination in many wildflowers, but primarily elderberry plants. I'm aware, professor." Doctor Orchid retorted. "The elderberry isn't a fruit most people care about. The simple idea of saving a species from going extinct is enough to garner attention."

"On easily recognizable species, that's true. But the Black Royal isn't a butterfly most people know about. They pollinate other plants as well! Most apple trees and tomato plants also experience increases."

"Very mild increases in pollination, yes. You can't use mild increases as reasons, or critics will say the money's being wasted!" Professor Plum didn't respond for a moment. "But I suppose these weak tactics are normal for a professor at Greyback State." She pronounced the name of the college with the disgust generally reserved for racial slurs.

Mrs. White took the jab at Professor Plum as a cue to butt in. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we've arrived at the destination." They had actually parked a minute earlier, but they were so caught up in their argument they barely noticed.

"Thank you." Doctor Orchid said as she stepped off the small boat. Professor Plum followed her up to the mansion.
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‒‒‒‒Scene Three - The Hall‒‒‒‒

Madame Rose and Mrs. Peacock stood at the top of the stairs. Mrs. Peacock was looking forlornly at an old sharks tooth.

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"He loved these kinds of things. I promised I would build him a room to display them someday..."

"I'm certain his spirit is smiling down on you, Rosie dear." Madame Rose smiled a comforting, motherly smile.

Mrs. White opened the door, and waved in Doctor Orchid and Professor Plum, who were both temporarily taken back by the size of the room. Plum was dazed for a while, while Doctor Orchid snapped out of it quickly enough to hang her purse in the hall closet. Mrs. White closed the door, and immediately turned to Mrs. Peacock. "Ma'am, the other guests have arrived."

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Mrs. Peacock was happy to see two of her old friends. "Thank you. It's so good to see you again, Beverly!"

Doctor Orchid gave Mrs. Peacock a friendly hug, before backing away. "It looks like you've been doing quite well for yourself." She laughed a little.

"Yes. I'm sorry to be so somber, I really should be more happy to see you." Mrs. Peacock responded, trying her best to be happy. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you to start with business, do you?"

"That's why I'm here." Doctor Orchid said.

"That's also why I'm also here!" Professor Plum clumsily interjected.

The pause was just a second too long to be comfortable.

"Yes, well, I have very pressing matters at first with the doctor here." Mrs. Peacock said. "Mrs. White, could you show the professor-"

"You don't need to worry about me." Professor Plum said.

"Very well, professor. Ma'am?" Mrs. White turned to face Madame Rose.

"Could you show me to the library? I'd like a place to concentrate."

Madame Rose and Mrs. White went through the lounge door. Mrs. Peacock followed Dr. Orchid through the study door, leaving the professor with a, "I'll meet with you shortly, Oliver."

None of them were observant enough to notice the entrance to the chapel was opened just a crack. Just enough, that is, for Colonel Mustard to peep in on all the guests, and inevitable sneer at Doctor Orchid.

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"Good god, not that woman again."
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‒‒‒‒Scene Four - The Kitchen‒‒‒‒

Meanwhile, the other doctor in the house was making a drink for Mister Boddy. The counter was covered in an ice tray, a few bottles, a blender, and a syringe.

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"The main thing to remember is you can't mix your medicine into, uh..."

"Hot liquids." Nurse Bluebell added

"Hot liquids, right!"

Rather, Nurse Bluebell was making a drink while Doctor Mandarin took most of the credit.

"Just add in the whole tray of ice, and..." Mandarin leaned in to Lillian. "The whole tray of ice, right? Right!"

With a few moments puree, they had prepared an appropriately orange drink for Mister Boddy, which they proceeded to pour into three fairly small glasses.

"Uh, the good thing about this is that either dairy or fruit will mask the taste of risperidone." Bluebell added. She injected a small amount of medicine into Mister Boddy's glass. "Since this recipe contains both, you shouldn't taste it. At least, I don't."

Nurse Bluebell took a small sip. Mister Boddy took a slightly larger sip. Doctor Mandarin chugged the glass back in a few seconds, and punctuated it with an exaggerated, "aaaaah!"

"That's real sweet." Florian winced a bit.

"Well, you need some more fructose in your diet!" Mandarin said.

"Excuse me."

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Mrs. White would be frightening enough, just based on her tendency to appear in rooms without anyone noticing. But her seven foot stance, guttural voice, and uncharacteristic muscularity could make most people draw back in fear. This is precisely what the doctor and nurse did.

"But please close the door to the dining room while the kitchen is in use." Her attention fell strictly on Mandarin at this point. "It's rude to let guests have a clear view of the servant's stairs, sir."

"Of course, Mrs. White!" Said the doctor with his typical excitement. "Can you see if you can find a way to make Mister Boddy's drink-"

"I can handle a little sugar." Florian had finished his drink without anyone noticing. "Guests?"

"Professor Plum and Doctor Orchid, sir. The doctor is currently in a meeting with the lady."

Boddy gruffed in response. "Well, it's time for your morning exercise, Florian! Let's get to it!"

Mandarin excitedly lead Boddy and Bluebell out of the kitchen, and through the gallery. Mandarin kept his smile, but couldn't help but think about Doctor Orchid. "It's not the same one, right...?"

Mrs. White wasn't about to clean the kitchen. She had more pressing matters to attend to.
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‒‒‒‒Scene Five - The Study‒‒‒‒

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Doctor Orchid and Mrs. Peacock were running calculations on a large number of papers scattered all over the table. Orchid was occasionally highlighting and crossing over certain names or addresses. Mrs. White pressed her ear up against the door between the dining room and kitchen, hoping to hear some of the conversation.

"...The decorating costs are one thing." Doctor orchid circle the name 'Brunette' in green highlighter. "Of course, you'd saved so long for this purchase. But what I'm more concerned about are the cost of the boat care and maintenance."

"Are you only worried about the cost of fuel?"

"Mrs. Peacock, those boats will eventually need to be replaced, or even scrapped completely. You need to be prepared for that kind of payment. Moreover..." She put her highlighter down on the desk. "It's going to cost a lot of money to transport all your guests over on a daily basis. The physician is one thing, but the professor has no right to be here this often."

"Professor Plum has been a good friend of mine for a long time now. The island is a great place to gather research data."

"He isn't coming here for research data." Orchid spoke a bit quieter. "He's mad about you. All you need to do is tell him 'no', and he won't come over as often."

"Beverly-"

"You can't throw an invisible stick for a dog forever!" She said. "If you tell him you aren't romantically interested, he should stop. Tell him to his face, and this will all be over."

If Mrs. White has been listening especially closely, she could have heard Professor Plum taking his ear off of the door to the hall.

"And Mrs. White is also... a bit of a problem. In terms of pay."

"Mrs. White is the best housekeeper we could ever want. She deserves a fair pay."

"But she's very old, Mrs. Peacock. She's far past the retirement age."

"She doesn't have a retirement fund!"

"I'm certain she could find other work." Beverly said, a bit louder this time. "If you want to save money, cut your losses. I'm certain she could find other employment."

"I'm not- I'm not sure Beverly." Mrs. Peacock put her head in her hands. "Would you mind if we continued this discussion... later? This is a very heavy decision."

"Of course."
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‒‒‒‒Scene Six - The Chapel‒‒‒‒

The chapel was once a necessity for the very religious Black family, who didn't have a reliable way to boat to shore on a regular basis. Once an abandoned house of the lord, Brunette had changed it into a modern Victorian masterpiece. The classical structure was outfitted with modern furniture for a tasteful, yet updated, appearance.

"God dаmn it!"

This was of no concern to Colonel Mustard, who was desperately trying to force a hole through some floorboards in the corner of the room with an awl. Mrs. White walked in, syringe in hand.

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"Colonel, do you have the lady's permission?"

"I have my permission." He said. "These floorboards are supposed to latch open, but they aren't budging."

"An awl isn't going to work, sir." Mrs. White said simply. "An awl is only made to scratch wood."

"Bah." He threw the awl down next to the planks. "Maple, you watch out for that Orchid woman. I've seen her type before."

"I'll be certain to, sir." Mrs. White lied, already walking into the Hall.
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‒‒‒‒Scene Seven - The Rose Garden‒‒‒‒

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For a short while that morning, Doctor Mandarin and Nurse Bluebell had been walking through Mrs. Peacock's rose gardens. Out of all the colors to chose, yellow was an... interesting choice. White, pink, red, they were all traditional. But Mrs. Peacock was insistent that all the roses were yellow. No one quite knew why, but they were in no position to ask.

"Smell that sweet, salty sea air!" He put his hands on his hip. "This kind of air's great for the skin!"

Through the windows to the ballroom, the three of them could see Mrs. Peacock and the brightly dressed Doctor Orchid leave the lounge.

"Mister Florian, I need to talk with the doctor briefly. May I...?"

Boddy hated having people around anyways. He nodded his head, and Mandarin was already jetting to the ballroom. Mrs. Peacock was just leaving as he got to the door.

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"Excuse me, Mrs. P!" He said in a hurry.

"Strange man." Mrs. Peacock thought to herself. She faced the nurse and her husband. "Hello. Enjoying the roses?" She asked.

"They're beautiful." Lillian responded. She drew her finger across a particularly pale English rose. "It's so relaxing here."

"Thank you." Mrs. Peacock said with her typical business smile. "Pardon me."

Mrs. Peacock kept walking across the garden, right past the two others, and entering the fenced off grave site.

"She's been entering there a lot." Mister Boddy said out of nowhere. Lillian looked at him.

"It's always the same grave, too. I think she knew someone who used to live here. She can't get her mind out of the past. I think she's been mourning them lately... Whoever they are."

"Have you considered asking?"

"Don't tell me...!"

Even from the garden, they could hear Doctor Orchid's almost singsong screaming. The two turned to look at the ballroom, and Doctor Orchid pushing her finger against a frightened Doctor Mandarin's chest. She was still yelling, but they couldn't make out what exactly she was saying from this distance. After what was clearly a short beration, Doctor Orchid left into the library, leaving a fuming Doctor Mandarin. He slammed the door to the lounge behind him as he left.

"That... should be all for the morning." Nurse Bluebell was already walking towards the ballroom doors. "I'm going to make sure he's alright."
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‒‒‒‒Scene Eight - The Gravesite‒‒‒‒

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Mrs. Peacock always sat in front of the same gravestone. Tall, but not the tallest one in the lot, with a cross decoration, and bearing a carving of a bundle of wheat. She'd felt the old engravings many times before, but they always made her shiver.

Captain Everest Peacock
Born 1966
Died 2004
Tu fui ego eris


The wheat... she always wanted to chip that garbage decoration off. It wasn't just some random symbol you could slap on any gravestone. Wheat symbolized a life that had come to fruition, a life that was harvested when it's time came. But the rest of the family didn't know that. Mrs. Peacock was just trying to honor his memory... but she couldn't chisel his gravestone. No matter what, she thought, she would never offend her brother in death.

She rubbed the old sharks tooth between her fingers. When did he come home with that again? 2002, that was it. A shark bite that large to the face... he surely should have died, but he kept going. Even the fiercest beasts couldn't destroy that man. The peacocks were a strong, proud family, a sort you couldn't take down easily, and this was just another testament to that fact. But to need to keep a lodged tooth as a trophy? That was simply Everest being a bit of a macho man.

Rosemary stood up. "You have to move on. He would want you to." She told her this every time. She looked once again at a very small inscription on the base of the tooth, something carved in Everest's distinctively bad writing after his facial surgery;

Tu fui ego eris
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