Episode 12 – “The Interrogation” Part I
Previously on the Memoirs of Mayfield: Miss Peach reveals to Dr. Black that she isn’t really pregnant and that Dr. Black can’t tell Miles. Dr. Black is shocked and warns Miss Peach that she needs to be honest or he will tell Miles the truth. Sergeant Gray comes to and remembers going into the Stables after seeing the doors open. He also recalls a figure hitting him in the head with a Wrench. He enters the house through the Billiard Room but collapses. Mrs. Peacock and Chandler Weiss enter the Billiard Room and prepare to have sex when Chandler becomes alarmed upon seeing the blood stained Wrench on the bar. They both exit the Billiard Room, not noticing Sergeant Gray on the other side of the Billiard Table. In the Ballroom, Jet is discovered by Mrs. White who tells him to return to his room. Jet snags the Revolver from Mrs. White’s apron without her noticing. Dr. Black tells Mr. Meadow-Brook to be sure that Mr. Green doesn’t get the money. Mrs. Black and Mr. Ash prepare to take the chest outside to the lake, but Dr. Black doesn’t show up. Mrs. White turns off the electricity and prepares to fire the Revolver when she realizes she doesn’t have it. Mrs. Black leaves Mr. Ash to look for her husband in the dark. When she returns, Mr. Ash is gone. A brother and sister panic in a dark room in the mansion. The man tells the woman he will take care of everything. A figure stands before a fireplace with a Fireplace Poker where a lump of a body lays before it. Mrs. White turns on the electricity to find Hugh Black at the foot of the Cellar stairs, bleeding to death. In his last breaths of life he alerts Mrs. White that Mrs. Peacock is not safe anymore. When Mrs. White questions him, he simply whispers “The money” and then dies…
-Friday, April 15, 1949-
-Evening-
Just as the power returns to Tudor Close, Jet Black stands dripping wet on the balcony near the roof of the Conservatory. He looks down at the Revolver in his shaking hands. He quickly tosses it over the edge and hurries back inside. He is met by his brother, who nearly knocks him over.
“Why are you all wet?” Scott asks
“I needed air.” Jet says
“It’s raining.” Scott says
“I realize that.” Jet says with frustration
“The lights just went out.” Scott says. Jet ignores him and moves right on into his bedroom.
At the top of the Cellar stairs, Mrs. White is about to close the door and move back into the Hall when she notices the lump at the bottom of the Cellar stairs.
She quickly goes down the stairs to find Hugh Black in a bloody heap. She covers her mouth in horror and bends over to check his pulse. Hugh Black weakly grabs her arm.
“She isn’t safe…” he says as blood seeps out of his mouth, “Mrs. Peacock isn’t safe anymore.”
“What?” Mrs. White gasps, “Why?”
“The money…” Dr. Black beings to cough and convulse. Mrs. White fearfully lets go of his hand as he goes still. Mrs. Black stands at the top of the stairs and looks down at Mrs. White and her blood drenched apron. Mrs. Black lets out a blood curdling scream.
In the Hall, Mrs. Black stands at the back of the room covering her mouth, looking down the stairs. On the mail table, a sharp Knife rests on top of some letters.
In the Lounge, Chandler Weiss and Miss Cynthia Scarlet embrace tightly in front of the roaring fireplace. On the floor is a knocked over Candlestick. Wax is spilled on the carpet. They both hear the scream of Mrs. Black and turn their heads towards the Hall.
In the Dining Room, Mrs. Penelope Peacock sits with her head in her hands. She hears the scream and quickly moves to the Hall. On the floor near the Kitchen door, the Rope lies in a heap.
In the Kitchen, Mr. Ash comes from the Servant’s Staircase. He knocks his foot into the bloodstained Wrench that rests near the table leg as he hears the scream from Mrs. Black.
In the Ballroom, Jane Meadow-Brook and Thallo Green talk with a fearful tone in their voices. They hear the scream and exit the room. On the piano bench is a grimy piece of Lead Pipe.
In the Conservatory, Miles Meadow-Brook and Emily Peach clutch each other tightly. A small vial with a grinning skull and cross bow sits on the china hutch with a tea cup.
In the Billiard Room, the fire in the fireplace is almost dead. A figure stands before the fireplace, holding a Fireplace Poker. Shadows from the fireplace show that Sergeant Gray’s lifeless body is laying on the rug between the fireplace and the figure. As the scream echoes the figure exits the mansion to the Terrace.
In the Library, a chair is knocked over and several books are scattered around the floor. The only light in the room is from the dim corner lamp and the fireplace.
In the Study, the secret passage door is open and so is the safe built into the wall.
-Night-
In the Lounge, Scott Black sits on the sofa with Jet. Jet’s clothes are changed, but his hair is still damp. Scott keeps moving his feet nervously as Sylvia Black paces back and forth, her eyes swollen and red. She sniffles and tries to compose herself. She bends over and picks up the Candlestick from the floor.
“Things get knocked all over the place when the lights go off.” She says trying to avoid the obvious situation in the Cellar. She sets the Candlestick on the mantel.
“Mother?” Jet has a look of worry in his eyes
“Oh god, I knew this day would come.” Mrs. Black sits down on the edge of the coffee table in front of Jet and Scott.
“What’s going on here?” asks Scott, his hands shaking with anticipation and fear.
“Boys,” Mrs. Black says after a moment of hesitation, “Your father…” her voice breaks
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Scott asks closing his eyes
Mrs. Black nods in despair, “Yes.” She covers her mouth and begins to cry again.
“Dammit!” Jet shouts standing up from the sofa and walking over to the fireplace. “Why didn’t we do anything?” Jet grabs the Candlestick and twists it angrilly in his hands, “We knew his life was in danger and we did nothing!”
“What could we have done?” asks Mrs. Black, “This madman would have found some way to murder your father!”
“We could have stopped this from happening.” Jet shouts continuing to twist the Candlestick, not realizing that his is unscrewing the base from the stem.
“What happened to him?” asks Scott
“He was murdered.” Mrs. Black says sorrowfully
“How?” asks Jet
“It doesn’t matter how.” Mrs. Black says slowly, “We are not going to think about what happened to him and how he ended up down there.”
“Down where?” asks Scott
A loud bang echoes in the room as the base of the Candlestick falls from Jet’s hands, scaring them. He quickly begins to fix the Candlestick
“He’s in the cellar.” Mrs. Black says, “I don’t want either of you going anywhere near him. The police will be here soon. Everyone is gathered in the Dining Room. We should all go in there too. They are going to ask us questions of course.”
“I can’t believe this.” Jet says continuing to toy with the Candlestick
“Put that down, Jet.” Mrs. Black says
At the Mayfield Divisional Police Department, in his office, Inspector Winfield Brown sits at his desk going over some papers he drew up involving Ms. Curry’s death and the Private Investigator’s death.
“Sir,” Officer Ebony says entering the office, “There has been another murder in Hampshire.”
Inspector Brown takes off his glasses and looks up from the papers, “Who?”
“My brother-in-law, Dr. Hugh Black.” Officer Ebony says
“Tell me everything you know,” Inspector Brown says beginning to straighten out his desk
“The butler, Reginald Ash, called in stating that Blanche White, the housekeeper, found the body of Hugh Black at the foot of the Cellar stairs. He was barely alive and warned her that someone else’s live was in danger.”
“Cause of death?” asks Inspector Brown
“I asked the same question,” Officer Ebony says, “The body was thrown down the cellar stairs after he was attacked. He died of blood loss but we are unsure what caused the blood loss.”
“The coroner will have to help us on that.” Inspector Brown says
“They were having a dinner party, so there were quite a few people present.” Officer Ebony says
“I’m willing to bet, quite a few residents from Ceil Drive.” Inspector Brown mumbles
“He didn’t say.” Officer Ebony says
“I suppose you going to lead me to believe that your sister is innocent?” asks Inspector Brown
“She is my half-sister,” Officer Ebony says, “Actually, I was hoping I could go with you to the mansion. She must be in need of the comfort of family.”
“Of course.” Inspector Brown says standing up and putting the papers in his drawer. He slips on his trench coat, “Ebony,”
“Yes sir,” Officer Ebony says turning to face Inspector Brown
“Don’t let your guard down,” Inspector Brown says, “This is a murder investigation and no one is safe. Considering that you are related to the Black’s your life is in as much risk as anyone else.”
“I understand sir,” Officer Ebony says
“Did Mr. Ash tell you who Dr. Black feels is in danger?” asks Inspector Brown
“Mrs. Peacock, sir.” Officer Ebony says
“Would you mind escorting her home after our brief interrogation?” asks Inspector Brown
“Of course.” Officer Ebony says, “I’ll stay with her until this whole mess is cleared up if that would keep her safe.”
“That may be wise.” Inspector Brown says putting on his musty brown hat, “Off we go?”
In the Dining Room of Tudor Close, the rain has returned and is spraying forcefully against the floor length windows of the Dining Room.
“Perhaps I should pull the drapes.” Mrs. White says standing up from the table and begins to pull the drapes closed. Mr. Ash stands near the Kitchen door observing the group. He glances at the floor and notices the Rope. Mrs. Meadow-Brook and Mrs. Peacock sit together with their chairs moved near the China hutch. Mrs. Peacock sits nervously, fearing those around her who may want her dead. Mrs. Meadow-Brook makes brief eye contact with Miles but quickly looks away. Chandler Weiss sits near the door with Miss Scarlet sitting to his right with her head on his shoulder. She idly plays with her engagement ring. Mr. Meadow-Brook and Mr. Green stand near the fireplace in shock and confusion. Miss Peach sits in the window seat looking out the window, until Mrs. White pulls the drapes tight. Miss Peach stands up and walks towards Miles Meadow-Brook. He shakes his head at her and continues to chat idly with Mr. Green. Miss Peach takes a seat on the other side of Chandler. Miss Scarlet clenches her jaw tight and looks over at her with disapproval. The double doors open and Mrs. Black, Jet, and Scott enter the Dining Room. Jet and Scott sit together near the breakfast buffet. Mrs. Black walks over to Mr. Ash.
“Get rid of the chest.” Mrs. Black whispers between tears.
“Back to the attic?” asks Mr. Ash
“No,” Mrs. Black says, “You need to follow through with this and toss it into the lake.”
“We’ll put it in the lake later.” Mr. Ash say, “For now, it needs to go back into the attic.”
“Reggie,” Mrs. Black grabs his arm with desperation, “The police are going to search every inch of this house.”
Several people notice the way she grabs his arm. She quickly turns it into crying and hugging him. She composes herself and puts her mouth near his ear, “Just do it and then change clothes so that the police won’t notice you dripping with water.”
“Oh, very well.” Mr. Ash says slowly exiting the Dining Room. Mrs. Black goes and sits down with Mrs. Peacock and Mrs. Meadow-Brook.
In the Billiard Room on the floor, Sergeant Gray’s body is missing. The doors to the Patio are opened and rain water is spilling onto the hardwood floor of the Billiard Room. In the Garden, Sergeant Gray stands at the central reflecting pond. He looks down at his reflection in the water with confusion. He looks around at the night sky, rain blinding him. Slowly he begins to walk towards the Front Gates of the Estate as the howling of an ambulance gets louder and louder. From the Stable doors, the figure from the Billiard Room stands, still clutching the Fireplace Poker.
Near the Lake, Mr. Ash drags the chest across the lawn in the rain. He unearths dirt and mud in the process. He finally reaches the edge of the lake where he shoves it in. He watches it float around for a few moments before sinking under the surface. He quickly rushes back to the Kitchen door when he notices something shiny in the grass below the windows. He bends over and picks up the Revolver. He quickly rushes back in the house and sets it down on the Kitchen countertop.
Back in the Dining Room, the distant sound of the Ambulance approaching reaches the group’s ears.
“It’s all more real when you hear the ambulance.” Mrs. Peacock shivers. Mrs. Meadow-Brook puts her hand on her shoulder.
Mr. Ash enters from the Kitchen and then just as quickly exits the Dining Room. Mrs. White follows. The butler and maid cross the Hall and throw open the front doors. Almost as soon as they door, a medical team rushes in. Mr. Ash directs them to the cellar. Inspector Winfield Brown and Officer Lyle Ebony enter the Mansion showing their badges. Tears slowly fall from Mrs. White’s face.
-Later That Night-
The mansion has seemed to calm down a bit more. In the Ballroom, Inspector Brown sits down the near the back of the room across from Mrs. Peacock, who hugs her fur wrap tightly around her. A police officer stands at the door. The Lead Pipe has been bagged and labeled and is still on the piano stool.
“Well,” Inspector Brown says, “Where to start? Someone obviously has it out for you if Hugh Black felt the need to warn us in his last moments on this Earth.”
“I don’t know who in the world would want me dead.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I have been told by my step-daughter that I act like a bitch, but I have never done anything so bad as to push someone to the drastic measures of murder... unless…” her voice trails off
“Unless?” asks Inspector Brown
“Oh it’s a long story.” Mrs. Peacock says, “It involves family favoritism and a few million…”
“Hugh Black did mention in his last breath, according to Mrs. White, that it had something to do with ‘the money’.” Inspector Brown says
“I suppose is does.” Mrs. Peacock says distantly
“Mrs. Peacock, if your story can help me find out what is happening in this town, I do not care if your story can take four days to explain. I need to hear it.” Inspector Brown says opening his notebook
“Very well,” Mrs. Peacock says opening her purse, “Mind if I smoke?”
Inspector Brown motions for her to do as she wants. She offers him a cigarette, to which he politely declines.
“My father died ten odd years ago.” Mrs. Peacock says lighting her cigarette, “It was a massive heart attack; nothing more, nothing less. My mother always panicked about little things so they did a full autopsy on him. We learned from the autopsy that he had high blood pressure and was over-weight, even though we could have guessed that. My father was closest with me out of all my siblings. After my father died all the money went to my mother, who in turn would be leaving the rest to me upon her death.” She takes a drag from her cigarette, “My mother is very ill. Live in nurses are caring for her as we speak. Last week I was informed that the cancer has spread to her brain. She may not live for very long. But my mother hates me with every living fiber of her being, which means that I’m sure that she’ll hang on to life as long as she can; wasting the money on the best medicine money can buy.” Mrs. Peacock closes her eyes and sighs, “Since my brother is so estranged and my sister is dead, I am the sole beneficiary of my parent’s estate.”
“Your sibling’s names?” Inspector Brown says pausing and looking up at Mrs. Peacock
“My younger sister, Isabelle Plum, she passed away fifteen years ago. Then there is my brother Gregory; he is a Professor in America.” Mrs. Peacock explains blowing smoke casually out of her mouth.
“You say that your father favored you out of your brother and sister, is it possible that your brother may have harbored hard feelings about neglect in his childhood?” asks Inspector Brown
“I wouldn’t think so,” Mrs. Peacock says, “He was always so distant from the family. He never cared for any of us.”
“If your sister is dead and your brother doesn’t care, then what makes you think someone would want to murder you?” asks Inspector Brown
“Because in my current will I am leaving £14,000 to the Meadow-Brooks, £16,000 to Sylvia Black, £24,000 to Cynthia, £5,000 to my housekeeper, and £47,000 to Mr. Green.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Just imagine how much more money will be added to their inheritance once I inherit my mother’s money.”
“You mentioned quite a lot of money to Mr. Green.” Inspector Brown says, “May I ask why?”
“Let’s just say I owe him for some favors.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Nothing illegal?” Inspector Brown asks
“I may have gotten in a bad crowd about twenty years ago.” Mrs. Peacock says, “It took a great deal of persuasion from Mr. Green to get me out of harm’s way.”
“I see,” Inspector Brown clears his throat, “Is there any other reason why you are giving so much money to the rich people of Hampshire?”
“I have found them to be very supportive and loving with the past two husbands I have had to bury.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“Yes, tell me your movements after dinner.” Inspector Brown says
“Well, when Chandler and Miss Peach arrived I went into the Lounge.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I was fixing myself a drink when Cynthia and Chandler came in arguing. I don’t think they saw me. I was in the back of the room. The Lounge was poorly lit tonight. Only the table lamps were on, not the grand chandelier. But as for the argument between my step-daughter and tennis coach, Cynthia thought Chandler was mistrusting and shouldn’t be spending time around Emily Peach and she broke off their engagement. I suppose it is back on seeing how they were cuddling in the Dining Room.” Mrs. Peacock takes the ashtray from the coffee take and puts out her cigarette in it, “After that I went to the Library with everyone else. Not much excitement in there so I went to the Conservatory where Hugh Black confronted me.”
“About what?” asks Inspector Brown
“Hugh and I were lovers years and years ago. He was telling me that anything that happened between us then was far over. He then told me that someone wanted me dead. I suppose this was confirmed by Mrs. White and Mrs. Black.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I was petrified. He gave my the knife and told me to protect myself.”
“Why do you think he thought you were in danger? What could he have picked up on?” asks Inspector Brown
“Well with all this town has gone through in the past few days, I’m sure he’s been on the edge about a lot of things. Not trusting anyone and not knowing what to believe. It still has me paranoid.”
“After the confrontation?” asks Inspector Brown
“I left the Conservatory and went to look for Cynthia.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Did you find her?” asks Inspector Brown
“No.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I found myself in the Dining Room when the lights went out. The fire wasn’t lit in there so it was pitch black except for the occasion flash of lightning and only one candle on the table. I felt around for a chair and sat there. When the lights came on I knew something wasn’t right. I sat there in a daze. Then I heard the scream.”
“I have a few questions, given your last statement.” Inspector Brown says
“Yes?” Mrs. Peacock asks
“How much time would you say elapsed between the blackout and the scream?” asks Inspector Brown
“Ten or fifteen minutes.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Give or take a few minutes. It was dark and I was afraid. Time slows down and sometimes speeds up when you are terrified.”
“I see,” Inspector Brown makes a note of that in his book, “Also, you say only one candle was lit on the Dining Room table.”
“Yes,” Mrs. Peacock thinks for a moment
“Seeing how formal this home is, wouldn’t there be a pair to the Candlestick in the Dining Room?” Inspector Brown asks
“Yes.” Mrs. Peacock says matter-of-factly
“You seem so sure.” Inspector Brown comments
“Those Candlestick’s were Christmas gifts to the Black’s about six or so years ago: Brass King of Diamonds Twin Candlesticks.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Made in 1880.”
“Very nice.” Inspector Brown says, “I see you’ve acquired a fine taste in nic-nacs. I do believe my aunt owns a set like that.”
“Top of the line.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Quite popular nowadays.”
“Well, yes, ahem,” Inspector Brown clears his throat, “Anyway, back to the investigation. How is your relationship with Cynthia Scarlet?”
“Do you mean how am I related to her?” asks Mrs. Peacock, “Or how do I get along with her?”
“Both,” Inspector Brown says
“I’m her step-mother.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Her father passed away and I took custody of her.”
“Yet she refers to you as Penelope?” asks Inspector Brown
“Yes,” Mrs. Peacock says, “She didn’t really fancy the idea of referring to me as ‘mother’.”
“I see, so she prefers to keep you as far away from being her real family as possible.” Inspector Brown asks
“Yes,” Mrs. Peacock nods, “She and I do get on rather well. I do tend to be forgetful every now and then. She may tell you a try to set her up with men at all costs, but that is not entirely true.”
“She has no reason to want you dead?” asks Inspector Brown
“Oh heavens no!” Mrs. Peacock says, “I shouldn’t think so.”
“So there is not a single person that wants to harm you?” asks Inspector Brown
“Unless it is for their inheritance, I can’t name anyone.” Mrs. Peacock says
“No old school chums that may have it out for you?” asks Inspector Brown
“Well,” Mrs. Peacock thinks, “Now that you mention it, I did receive a letter from an old school friend of mine.”
“Name please?” asks Inspector Brown
“Francesca Thorn,” Mrs. Peacock says, “She told me that she is coming through Hampshire on her way for a nice holiday in Ireland.”
“Will she be stopping by?” asks Inspector Brown
“I should hope so.” Mrs. Peacock says, “We do need to catch up on our gossip.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Peacock,” Inspector Brown says, “I think that will do.”
“Inspector,” Mrs. Peacock stands up, “Should I take any extra precautions at home?”
“An officer will be guarding your home.” Inspector Brown says
“Oh thank you,” Mrs. Peacock smiles, “I’ll sleep more soundly tonight.”
The police officer escorts Mrs. Peacock out of the Ballroom.
“One down, eleven to go,” Inspector Brown says, “I sure hope the murderer isn’t making a list like this.”
-Friday, April 15, 1949-
-Evening-
Just as the power returns to Tudor Close, Jet Black stands dripping wet on the balcony near the roof of the Conservatory. He looks down at the Revolver in his shaking hands. He quickly tosses it over the edge and hurries back inside. He is met by his brother, who nearly knocks him over.
“Why are you all wet?” Scott asks
“I needed air.” Jet says
“It’s raining.” Scott says
“I realize that.” Jet says with frustration
“The lights just went out.” Scott says. Jet ignores him and moves right on into his bedroom.
At the top of the Cellar stairs, Mrs. White is about to close the door and move back into the Hall when she notices the lump at the bottom of the Cellar stairs.
She quickly goes down the stairs to find Hugh Black in a bloody heap. She covers her mouth in horror and bends over to check his pulse. Hugh Black weakly grabs her arm.
“She isn’t safe…” he says as blood seeps out of his mouth, “Mrs. Peacock isn’t safe anymore.”
“What?” Mrs. White gasps, “Why?”
“The money…” Dr. Black beings to cough and convulse. Mrs. White fearfully lets go of his hand as he goes still. Mrs. Black stands at the top of the stairs and looks down at Mrs. White and her blood drenched apron. Mrs. Black lets out a blood curdling scream.
In the Hall, Mrs. Black stands at the back of the room covering her mouth, looking down the stairs. On the mail table, a sharp Knife rests on top of some letters.
In the Lounge, Chandler Weiss and Miss Cynthia Scarlet embrace tightly in front of the roaring fireplace. On the floor is a knocked over Candlestick. Wax is spilled on the carpet. They both hear the scream of Mrs. Black and turn their heads towards the Hall.
In the Dining Room, Mrs. Penelope Peacock sits with her head in her hands. She hears the scream and quickly moves to the Hall. On the floor near the Kitchen door, the Rope lies in a heap.
In the Kitchen, Mr. Ash comes from the Servant’s Staircase. He knocks his foot into the bloodstained Wrench that rests near the table leg as he hears the scream from Mrs. Black.
In the Ballroom, Jane Meadow-Brook and Thallo Green talk with a fearful tone in their voices. They hear the scream and exit the room. On the piano bench is a grimy piece of Lead Pipe.
In the Conservatory, Miles Meadow-Brook and Emily Peach clutch each other tightly. A small vial with a grinning skull and cross bow sits on the china hutch with a tea cup.
In the Billiard Room, the fire in the fireplace is almost dead. A figure stands before the fireplace, holding a Fireplace Poker. Shadows from the fireplace show that Sergeant Gray’s lifeless body is laying on the rug between the fireplace and the figure. As the scream echoes the figure exits the mansion to the Terrace.
In the Library, a chair is knocked over and several books are scattered around the floor. The only light in the room is from the dim corner lamp and the fireplace.
In the Study, the secret passage door is open and so is the safe built into the wall.
-Night-
In the Lounge, Scott Black sits on the sofa with Jet. Jet’s clothes are changed, but his hair is still damp. Scott keeps moving his feet nervously as Sylvia Black paces back and forth, her eyes swollen and red. She sniffles and tries to compose herself. She bends over and picks up the Candlestick from the floor.
“Things get knocked all over the place when the lights go off.” She says trying to avoid the obvious situation in the Cellar. She sets the Candlestick on the mantel.
“Mother?” Jet has a look of worry in his eyes
“Oh god, I knew this day would come.” Mrs. Black sits down on the edge of the coffee table in front of Jet and Scott.
“What’s going on here?” asks Scott, his hands shaking with anticipation and fear.
“Boys,” Mrs. Black says after a moment of hesitation, “Your father…” her voice breaks
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Scott asks closing his eyes
Mrs. Black nods in despair, “Yes.” She covers her mouth and begins to cry again.
“Dammit!” Jet shouts standing up from the sofa and walking over to the fireplace. “Why didn’t we do anything?” Jet grabs the Candlestick and twists it angrilly in his hands, “We knew his life was in danger and we did nothing!”
“What could we have done?” asks Mrs. Black, “This madman would have found some way to murder your father!”
“We could have stopped this from happening.” Jet shouts continuing to twist the Candlestick, not realizing that his is unscrewing the base from the stem.
“What happened to him?” asks Scott
“He was murdered.” Mrs. Black says sorrowfully
“How?” asks Jet
“It doesn’t matter how.” Mrs. Black says slowly, “We are not going to think about what happened to him and how he ended up down there.”
“Down where?” asks Scott
A loud bang echoes in the room as the base of the Candlestick falls from Jet’s hands, scaring them. He quickly begins to fix the Candlestick
“He’s in the cellar.” Mrs. Black says, “I don’t want either of you going anywhere near him. The police will be here soon. Everyone is gathered in the Dining Room. We should all go in there too. They are going to ask us questions of course.”
“I can’t believe this.” Jet says continuing to toy with the Candlestick
“Put that down, Jet.” Mrs. Black says
At the Mayfield Divisional Police Department, in his office, Inspector Winfield Brown sits at his desk going over some papers he drew up involving Ms. Curry’s death and the Private Investigator’s death.
“Sir,” Officer Ebony says entering the office, “There has been another murder in Hampshire.”
Inspector Brown takes off his glasses and looks up from the papers, “Who?”
“My brother-in-law, Dr. Hugh Black.” Officer Ebony says
“Tell me everything you know,” Inspector Brown says beginning to straighten out his desk
“The butler, Reginald Ash, called in stating that Blanche White, the housekeeper, found the body of Hugh Black at the foot of the Cellar stairs. He was barely alive and warned her that someone else’s live was in danger.”
“Cause of death?” asks Inspector Brown
“I asked the same question,” Officer Ebony says, “The body was thrown down the cellar stairs after he was attacked. He died of blood loss but we are unsure what caused the blood loss.”
“The coroner will have to help us on that.” Inspector Brown says
“They were having a dinner party, so there were quite a few people present.” Officer Ebony says
“I’m willing to bet, quite a few residents from Ceil Drive.” Inspector Brown mumbles
“He didn’t say.” Officer Ebony says
“I suppose you going to lead me to believe that your sister is innocent?” asks Inspector Brown
“She is my half-sister,” Officer Ebony says, “Actually, I was hoping I could go with you to the mansion. She must be in need of the comfort of family.”
“Of course.” Inspector Brown says standing up and putting the papers in his drawer. He slips on his trench coat, “Ebony,”
“Yes sir,” Officer Ebony says turning to face Inspector Brown
“Don’t let your guard down,” Inspector Brown says, “This is a murder investigation and no one is safe. Considering that you are related to the Black’s your life is in as much risk as anyone else.”
“I understand sir,” Officer Ebony says
“Did Mr. Ash tell you who Dr. Black feels is in danger?” asks Inspector Brown
“Mrs. Peacock, sir.” Officer Ebony says
“Would you mind escorting her home after our brief interrogation?” asks Inspector Brown
“Of course.” Officer Ebony says, “I’ll stay with her until this whole mess is cleared up if that would keep her safe.”
“That may be wise.” Inspector Brown says putting on his musty brown hat, “Off we go?”
In the Dining Room of Tudor Close, the rain has returned and is spraying forcefully against the floor length windows of the Dining Room.
“Perhaps I should pull the drapes.” Mrs. White says standing up from the table and begins to pull the drapes closed. Mr. Ash stands near the Kitchen door observing the group. He glances at the floor and notices the Rope. Mrs. Meadow-Brook and Mrs. Peacock sit together with their chairs moved near the China hutch. Mrs. Peacock sits nervously, fearing those around her who may want her dead. Mrs. Meadow-Brook makes brief eye contact with Miles but quickly looks away. Chandler Weiss sits near the door with Miss Scarlet sitting to his right with her head on his shoulder. She idly plays with her engagement ring. Mr. Meadow-Brook and Mr. Green stand near the fireplace in shock and confusion. Miss Peach sits in the window seat looking out the window, until Mrs. White pulls the drapes tight. Miss Peach stands up and walks towards Miles Meadow-Brook. He shakes his head at her and continues to chat idly with Mr. Green. Miss Peach takes a seat on the other side of Chandler. Miss Scarlet clenches her jaw tight and looks over at her with disapproval. The double doors open and Mrs. Black, Jet, and Scott enter the Dining Room. Jet and Scott sit together near the breakfast buffet. Mrs. Black walks over to Mr. Ash.
“Get rid of the chest.” Mrs. Black whispers between tears.
“Back to the attic?” asks Mr. Ash
“No,” Mrs. Black says, “You need to follow through with this and toss it into the lake.”
“We’ll put it in the lake later.” Mr. Ash say, “For now, it needs to go back into the attic.”
“Reggie,” Mrs. Black grabs his arm with desperation, “The police are going to search every inch of this house.”
Several people notice the way she grabs his arm. She quickly turns it into crying and hugging him. She composes herself and puts her mouth near his ear, “Just do it and then change clothes so that the police won’t notice you dripping with water.”
“Oh, very well.” Mr. Ash says slowly exiting the Dining Room. Mrs. Black goes and sits down with Mrs. Peacock and Mrs. Meadow-Brook.
In the Billiard Room on the floor, Sergeant Gray’s body is missing. The doors to the Patio are opened and rain water is spilling onto the hardwood floor of the Billiard Room. In the Garden, Sergeant Gray stands at the central reflecting pond. He looks down at his reflection in the water with confusion. He looks around at the night sky, rain blinding him. Slowly he begins to walk towards the Front Gates of the Estate as the howling of an ambulance gets louder and louder. From the Stable doors, the figure from the Billiard Room stands, still clutching the Fireplace Poker.
Near the Lake, Mr. Ash drags the chest across the lawn in the rain. He unearths dirt and mud in the process. He finally reaches the edge of the lake where he shoves it in. He watches it float around for a few moments before sinking under the surface. He quickly rushes back to the Kitchen door when he notices something shiny in the grass below the windows. He bends over and picks up the Revolver. He quickly rushes back in the house and sets it down on the Kitchen countertop.
Back in the Dining Room, the distant sound of the Ambulance approaching reaches the group’s ears.
“It’s all more real when you hear the ambulance.” Mrs. Peacock shivers. Mrs. Meadow-Brook puts her hand on her shoulder.
Mr. Ash enters from the Kitchen and then just as quickly exits the Dining Room. Mrs. White follows. The butler and maid cross the Hall and throw open the front doors. Almost as soon as they door, a medical team rushes in. Mr. Ash directs them to the cellar. Inspector Winfield Brown and Officer Lyle Ebony enter the Mansion showing their badges. Tears slowly fall from Mrs. White’s face.
-Later That Night-
The mansion has seemed to calm down a bit more. In the Ballroom, Inspector Brown sits down the near the back of the room across from Mrs. Peacock, who hugs her fur wrap tightly around her. A police officer stands at the door. The Lead Pipe has been bagged and labeled and is still on the piano stool.
“Well,” Inspector Brown says, “Where to start? Someone obviously has it out for you if Hugh Black felt the need to warn us in his last moments on this Earth.”
“I don’t know who in the world would want me dead.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I have been told by my step-daughter that I act like a bitch, but I have never done anything so bad as to push someone to the drastic measures of murder... unless…” her voice trails off
“Unless?” asks Inspector Brown
“Oh it’s a long story.” Mrs. Peacock says, “It involves family favoritism and a few million…”
“Hugh Black did mention in his last breath, according to Mrs. White, that it had something to do with ‘the money’.” Inspector Brown says
“I suppose is does.” Mrs. Peacock says distantly
“Mrs. Peacock, if your story can help me find out what is happening in this town, I do not care if your story can take four days to explain. I need to hear it.” Inspector Brown says opening his notebook
“Very well,” Mrs. Peacock says opening her purse, “Mind if I smoke?”
Inspector Brown motions for her to do as she wants. She offers him a cigarette, to which he politely declines.
“My father died ten odd years ago.” Mrs. Peacock says lighting her cigarette, “It was a massive heart attack; nothing more, nothing less. My mother always panicked about little things so they did a full autopsy on him. We learned from the autopsy that he had high blood pressure and was over-weight, even though we could have guessed that. My father was closest with me out of all my siblings. After my father died all the money went to my mother, who in turn would be leaving the rest to me upon her death.” She takes a drag from her cigarette, “My mother is very ill. Live in nurses are caring for her as we speak. Last week I was informed that the cancer has spread to her brain. She may not live for very long. But my mother hates me with every living fiber of her being, which means that I’m sure that she’ll hang on to life as long as she can; wasting the money on the best medicine money can buy.” Mrs. Peacock closes her eyes and sighs, “Since my brother is so estranged and my sister is dead, I am the sole beneficiary of my parent’s estate.”
“Your sibling’s names?” Inspector Brown says pausing and looking up at Mrs. Peacock
“My younger sister, Isabelle Plum, she passed away fifteen years ago. Then there is my brother Gregory; he is a Professor in America.” Mrs. Peacock explains blowing smoke casually out of her mouth.
“You say that your father favored you out of your brother and sister, is it possible that your brother may have harbored hard feelings about neglect in his childhood?” asks Inspector Brown
“I wouldn’t think so,” Mrs. Peacock says, “He was always so distant from the family. He never cared for any of us.”
“If your sister is dead and your brother doesn’t care, then what makes you think someone would want to murder you?” asks Inspector Brown
“Because in my current will I am leaving £14,000 to the Meadow-Brooks, £16,000 to Sylvia Black, £24,000 to Cynthia, £5,000 to my housekeeper, and £47,000 to Mr. Green.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Just imagine how much more money will be added to their inheritance once I inherit my mother’s money.”
“You mentioned quite a lot of money to Mr. Green.” Inspector Brown says, “May I ask why?”
“Let’s just say I owe him for some favors.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Nothing illegal?” Inspector Brown asks
“I may have gotten in a bad crowd about twenty years ago.” Mrs. Peacock says, “It took a great deal of persuasion from Mr. Green to get me out of harm’s way.”
“I see,” Inspector Brown clears his throat, “Is there any other reason why you are giving so much money to the rich people of Hampshire?”
“I have found them to be very supportive and loving with the past two husbands I have had to bury.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“Yes, tell me your movements after dinner.” Inspector Brown says
“Well, when Chandler and Miss Peach arrived I went into the Lounge.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I was fixing myself a drink when Cynthia and Chandler came in arguing. I don’t think they saw me. I was in the back of the room. The Lounge was poorly lit tonight. Only the table lamps were on, not the grand chandelier. But as for the argument between my step-daughter and tennis coach, Cynthia thought Chandler was mistrusting and shouldn’t be spending time around Emily Peach and she broke off their engagement. I suppose it is back on seeing how they were cuddling in the Dining Room.” Mrs. Peacock takes the ashtray from the coffee take and puts out her cigarette in it, “After that I went to the Library with everyone else. Not much excitement in there so I went to the Conservatory where Hugh Black confronted me.”
“About what?” asks Inspector Brown
“Hugh and I were lovers years and years ago. He was telling me that anything that happened between us then was far over. He then told me that someone wanted me dead. I suppose this was confirmed by Mrs. White and Mrs. Black.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I was petrified. He gave my the knife and told me to protect myself.”
“Why do you think he thought you were in danger? What could he have picked up on?” asks Inspector Brown
“Well with all this town has gone through in the past few days, I’m sure he’s been on the edge about a lot of things. Not trusting anyone and not knowing what to believe. It still has me paranoid.”
“After the confrontation?” asks Inspector Brown
“I left the Conservatory and went to look for Cynthia.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Did you find her?” asks Inspector Brown
“No.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I found myself in the Dining Room when the lights went out. The fire wasn’t lit in there so it was pitch black except for the occasion flash of lightning and only one candle on the table. I felt around for a chair and sat there. When the lights came on I knew something wasn’t right. I sat there in a daze. Then I heard the scream.”
“I have a few questions, given your last statement.” Inspector Brown says
“Yes?” Mrs. Peacock asks
“How much time would you say elapsed between the blackout and the scream?” asks Inspector Brown
“Ten or fifteen minutes.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Give or take a few minutes. It was dark and I was afraid. Time slows down and sometimes speeds up when you are terrified.”
“I see,” Inspector Brown makes a note of that in his book, “Also, you say only one candle was lit on the Dining Room table.”
“Yes,” Mrs. Peacock thinks for a moment
“Seeing how formal this home is, wouldn’t there be a pair to the Candlestick in the Dining Room?” Inspector Brown asks
“Yes.” Mrs. Peacock says matter-of-factly
“You seem so sure.” Inspector Brown comments
“Those Candlestick’s were Christmas gifts to the Black’s about six or so years ago: Brass King of Diamonds Twin Candlesticks.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Made in 1880.”
“Very nice.” Inspector Brown says, “I see you’ve acquired a fine taste in nic-nacs. I do believe my aunt owns a set like that.”
“Top of the line.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Quite popular nowadays.”
“Well, yes, ahem,” Inspector Brown clears his throat, “Anyway, back to the investigation. How is your relationship with Cynthia Scarlet?”
“Do you mean how am I related to her?” asks Mrs. Peacock, “Or how do I get along with her?”
“Both,” Inspector Brown says
“I’m her step-mother.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Her father passed away and I took custody of her.”
“Yet she refers to you as Penelope?” asks Inspector Brown
“Yes,” Mrs. Peacock says, “She didn’t really fancy the idea of referring to me as ‘mother’.”
“I see, so she prefers to keep you as far away from being her real family as possible.” Inspector Brown asks
“Yes,” Mrs. Peacock nods, “She and I do get on rather well. I do tend to be forgetful every now and then. She may tell you a try to set her up with men at all costs, but that is not entirely true.”
“She has no reason to want you dead?” asks Inspector Brown
“Oh heavens no!” Mrs. Peacock says, “I shouldn’t think so.”
“So there is not a single person that wants to harm you?” asks Inspector Brown
“Unless it is for their inheritance, I can’t name anyone.” Mrs. Peacock says
“No old school chums that may have it out for you?” asks Inspector Brown
“Well,” Mrs. Peacock thinks, “Now that you mention it, I did receive a letter from an old school friend of mine.”
“Name please?” asks Inspector Brown
“Francesca Thorn,” Mrs. Peacock says, “She told me that she is coming through Hampshire on her way for a nice holiday in Ireland.”
“Will she be stopping by?” asks Inspector Brown
“I should hope so.” Mrs. Peacock says, “We do need to catch up on our gossip.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Peacock,” Inspector Brown says, “I think that will do.”
“Inspector,” Mrs. Peacock stands up, “Should I take any extra precautions at home?”
“An officer will be guarding your home.” Inspector Brown says
“Oh thank you,” Mrs. Peacock smiles, “I’ll sleep more soundly tonight.”
The police officer escorts Mrs. Peacock out of the Ballroom.
“One down, eleven to go,” Inspector Brown says, “I sure hope the murderer isn’t making a list like this.”