Episode 2 – “Dinner and Denial”
Previously on the Memoirs of Mayfield:The morning’s headlines announce of the discovery of the body of a Private Investigator in the woods. Scott Black finds the body of Celeste Curry strangled behind her house after noticing yesterday’s newspaper was still on her lawn. Scott is kidnaped and finds himself in a dark basement with another man. Mr. Meadow-Brook tells his wife he must work late, which the housekeeper comments that he has been working late often. Mrs. Meadow-Brook ignores it and plans dinner at the À Le Carte for herself and her daughter, Jessica. Mrs. Black recalls a blackmail note from Ms. Curry about the suspicious death of her firstborn, Bryce, whose name is never to be mentioned in that home, much to the confusion of her housekeeper, Mrs. White. Mrs. Peacock plans a couples’ dinner party and is disappointed when her current interest, Colonel Mustard, turns out to be secretly married to a well-known Dame from Italy. Miss Scarlet plans a romantic picnic with her tennis coach Chandler. Chandler decides to cancel that days lessons with Ms. Curry in order to go on the romantic date. Getting a spare key from Jane Meadow-Brook the two check in to make sure Ms. Curry is alright. While Chandler is attacked in the upstairs bathroom, Mrs. Meadow-Brook finds photographs that indicate her husband is having an affair…
-Wednesday, April 13, 1949-
-Morning-
Mrs. Jane Meadow-Brook furiously drops the photographs of her husband Miles and a younger woman with strawberry blonde hair and looks over at the desk where there are stacks of stationary and a bin filled with clipped out newspaper letters.
“That blackmailing bitch!” she mutters angrily as tears begin to well up in her eyes. She hears the sound of something hitting the floor above her. She composes herself and exits the Study. She looks up the stairs, “Chandler?”
She gets no response, “Chandler, I’m going to be late for a luncheon. Can you lock the door behind you.”
“Yes.” A gravelly voice calls. Mrs. Meadow-Brook senses the strangeness of the voice but doesn’t worry too much about it. She has more important things on her mind.
Across town at a cheap hotel, Mr. Miles Meadow-Brook lies in naked in bed with a much younger woman with strawberry blonde hair and freckles. She is Miss Emily Peach.
“You are an amazing young woman.” Miles says
“You aren’t half bad yourself.” Miss Peach says in an American Southern accent, “So does your wife have any suspicions about us?”
“Not a clue.” Miles says, “Are we still up for dinner plans tonight?”
“Absolutely.” Miss Peach says, “How about the À Le Carte?”
“Sounds great.” Miles says, “I’ve actually only eaten there once and it was delicious.”
“Then I’ll take your word for it.” The woman gets up and starts buttoning her light orange blouse.
“So if I may ask, what brought you to Hampshire. It seems pure luck that we met at the Courthouse.” Miles asks
“Well I was getting the official documents of my hospital records in order.” Miss Peach says, “It turns out that my birth father is in Hampshire.”
“Really?” Miles says, “That’s wonderful. Congratulations! You two will finally get to rekindle.”
“I hope so.” Miss Peach says, “I just need to work up the courage to tell him.”
“When do you intend to?” Miles asks realizing he is asking to many questions, “Not trying to get into your personal life, however.”
“It’s fine.” Miss Peach chuckles, “This afternoon seems like a good enough time.”
“Well I wish you the best of luck.” Miles says, “Tell me how it goes over dinner.”
“I will.” Miss Peach says, “Thank you.” Miss Peach smiles.
In the Cellar beneath the Curry Home in a dark empty room, Chandler awakens to find a small boy holding his arm.
“He’s alive.” Scott tells the Spanish man
“Oh God.” Chandler moans as he gets up, “What happened? Where am I? Who are you?”
“I’m Sabata Bronce.” The Spanish man says, “This is Scott Black.”
“You’re Dr. Black’s kid?” Chandler asks struggling to a sitting position.
“Yeah.” The boy says in a frightened voice
“I’m an associate of his father.” Sr. Bronce says, “I work in sleep therapy.”
“That’s great,” Chandler says feigning interest, “How the hell are we going to get out of here?”
“Well I can’t.” Sabata says, “I can’t feel my legs.”
“And the door’s locked.” Scott says
“What door?” asks Chandler looking around in the pitch black
“After a while your eyes start to get use to the dark and you see shapes.” Sabata says, “Scott has indeed found a door but it’s locked.”
“Why didn’t you guys get out when I was put in here?” asks Chandler in confusion
“I can’t walk.” Sabata says
“The bad person had a gun.” Scott says
“Who?” asks Chandler
“Scott here is the only one who saw the assailant.” Sabata says, “Unless you did?”
“No,” Chandler says, “I was looking for Ms. Curry. I pulled back the shower curtain and next thing I knew, I was here.”
“Ms. Curry was murdered.” Scott says quietly
“She’s dead?” asks Chandler
“And we are in here because we found out too much.” Sabata says, “We’ve been putting together bits of information. One thing we have in common is Dr. Black. I suppose that’s a start. Chandler, what do you do besides coach tennis?”
“Seriously?” Chandler says trying to remain calm, “We are locked in a room in God-knows-where and you two have been making small talk? I’m claustrophobic. I’m not sure if I can take this.”
“Then don’t stand up.” Scott says, “The ceiling is low.”
“Oh God.” Chandler moans as she feels around the wet floor, “How long have you two been down here?”
“Scott was brought here a few hours before you. I’ve been here for a day.” Sabata says, “Most likely since Ms. Curry was murdered?”
“Where is she?” asks Chandler nervously, “Is she here with us? Is she molding in a corner.”
“Last I knew she was in her back yard.” Scott says,
“I’m pretty sure she was moved.” Sabata says, “I mean no one was supposed to find her. After all, Scott found her and here he is with us.”
Scott shivers as tears fall down his face again, “I skipped school so much my parents won’t think anything of my disappearance.”
“Well for your parent’s sakes,” Sabata says grimly, “I hope they don’t find out where you are. We are obviously dealing with a psychopath. And as I told Scott, the most important thing is to keep quiet about what you know. If this person knew Scott clearly saw their face we would all be killed. We are alive for some reason.”
In the backyard of the Curry’s Home, Ms. Curry remains at the seating area, face first next to a knocked over chair. The small poodle that was there early is gone. Sheets blow quietly in the soft breeze.
At the Peacock Residence, Mrs. Peacock pulls her car out of the Garage as Colonel Mustard closes the wooden Garage doors. He gets in the passenger seat and Mrs. Peacock drives off into town.
“It’s such a nice day.” Mrs. Peacock says, “We should have walked. The market isn’t far.”
Colonel Mustard gives hearty chuckle, “Then why didn’t we?”
“I wanted to show off my car to an enthusiast like you.” Mrs. Peacock winks rubbing the steering wheel with her beautiful white gloves.
“Those are beautiful earrings.” Colonel Mustard says noticing the diamond earrings hanging from Mrs. Peacock’s ears
“Thank you.” She smiles, “My second husband got them for me on our fourth anniversary.”
“Second husband.” Colonel Mustard comments, “I’ve been married twice myself.”
“Three times for me.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Almost four if Dr. Black would have gone through with it. I might still be with him.”
“You still love him.” Colonel Mustard observes
“Don’t be daft.” Mrs. Peacock says pulling her car to a parking area near Main Street.
“You seem to be filling the empty hole in your life that Hugh Black left.” Colonel Mustard says
“Colonel, no disrespects, but you aren’t exactly a marriage counselor. And you couldn’t be more wrong.” Mrs. Peacock says parking the car.
“Well obviously if you went through so many divorces you must be searching for something you never got with the last.” Colonel Mustard says
“I never divorce men, I simply wait until their usefulness runs out. Their life normally fails by some miracle by God shortly after.” Mrs. Peacock says darkly
“Oh.” Colonel Mustard says shifting nervously in his seat
“Well if you must know all the grisly details, my first husband died after my crazed sister stabbed him to death, my second husband fell from an ocean liner during an unexpected storm that nearly capsized the boat, and my third husband had a massive heart attack while out for our third anniversary.” Mrs. Peacock opens the car door and gets out, followed by Colonel Mustard.
Across Town at the Bluebell Tea House, Mrs. Jane Meadow-Brook sits down at a table for two where Mrs. Sylvia Black waits patiently.
“Oh Jane,” Mrs. Black says checking her watch, “So kind of you to finally show up.”
“I’m so sorry, Sylvia.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I was a bit delayed by the odd disappearance of Ms. Curry.”
Mrs. Black’s eyes widen at the mention of Ms. Curry, “Odd disappearance? This is the first I’m hearing.”
“She wasn’t home. Her newspapers were still on her lawn.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I’m afraid something terrible must have happened.”
“Well, have the authorities been alerted?” Mrs. Black asks
“No.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “But Chandler Weiss and I looked around and she wasn’t home.”
“How charming,” Mrs. Black says as the waitress approaches their table, “You broke into an old lady’s home. Give us a moment darling, we still haven’t decided what to order.”
“She gave me a spare key.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says as the waitress departs, “I’m sorry if this has upset you, I’m just worried about her.”
“It’s just that you never were very friendly to her.” Mrs. Black says
“And you were?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook asks with annoyance
“As a matter of fact I was… I am. Well I mean not too clingy but we exchange a pleasant hello.” Mrs. Black says, “Regardless, she told me that she left to visit her sister in Scotland three days ago.”
“Oh.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says with a sigh, “That’s quite a relief. I had horrific scenarios in my head about her slipping in the tub or choking on a pill.”
“You mustn’t worry too much.” Mrs. Black says, “This is too small of a town for anything to go on unnoticed.”
“Yes, I suppose.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says picking up the menu
“So how is Miles?” Mrs. Black asks looking over the menu as well
Mrs. Meadow-Brook’s mind is filled with the thought of those pictures, “He’s fine.” She lies, “Working quite a bit, but I’m sure there will be a nice holiday planned from the result.”
“Maybe a fur coat when we go to Monte Carlo.” Mrs. Black says excitedly, “Oh it’s going to be splendid! I’ve loved Monte Carlo ever since I was a young girl. The bell boy’s waiting on your every whim. The shows, the dancing, and the hope that our husbands have won half a million at a Roulette table.”
“I’m sure it will be wonderful.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook forces out a smile
“What shall we start off with this morning?” asks the waitress
“We’ll have Jasmine tea with the raisin scones, fish sandwiches, and strawberry tarts, won’t we Jane.”
“Sounds delicious.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says as tears well up in her eyes, “Excuse me, I must find the powder room.”
At Hampshire County Catholic School for Boys, Jet Black leans against the brick wall with other teenagers around his age. They are all smoking marijuana from several rolled joints.
“Jet,” a deep American accent says calmly as it approaches
The other boys scatter and leave Jet alone against the wall.
“Mr. Green,” Jet chuckles in the most innocent voice he can squeeze out, “How are you.”
“I’m great.” Mr. Green says, “Let’s skip the small talk. I understand that Kevin Ochre is your current dealer?”
“Yeah.” Jet says not understand the tone in Mr. Green’s voice
“I am here to tell you that you are going to be getting your drugs from me now.” Mr. Green says
“What happened to Kevin?” asks Jet
“He has been smoking all of my profit and not paying for it.” Mr. Green says, “I hope to God you aren’t doing the same.”
“I have plenty of buyers.” Jet says confidently
“Don’t screw me over.” Mr. Green says patting the boy on the back, “Come by my house after school.”
“Why?” asks Jet
“Because I like you, Jet.” Mr. Green says with a chuckle, “I see alot of potential in you.”
On Ceil Drive in the Drawing Room of the Peacock Residence, Miss Scarlet waits impatiently for Chandler to pick her up for their impromptu picnic. She looks at the coffee table and fingers with a piece of candlewax stuck to the side of a crystal candy dish. She picks it off as Mrs. Peacock enters passes the doorway with Colonel Mustard.
“Oh Cynthia,” Mrs. Peacock says in her usual shrill and chirpy voice, “I didn’t realize you’d still be here.”
“I’m waiting on Chandler.” Miss Scarlet says, “We are going on a little picnic.”
“Yes.” Mrs. Peacock half listens to her, “Why don’t you ask Chandler to be your better half at the party tonight.”
“You already asked me to invite him.” Miss Scarlet says, “Don’t you remember?”
“Yes of course.” Mrs. Peacock says touching her head, “I’ve just been getting these slight headaches lately.I tend to zone out. Oh anyway, Colonel, would you mind selecting a few bottles from the cellar?” She motions to the door leading to the cellar.
“Of course,” Colonel Mustard says
“Two Chardonnay and a medium sized bottle of Sherry.” Mrs. Peacock says
“I’ll wait outside.” Miss Scarlet says brushing past her aunt and Colonel Mustard on the way out.
In the Conservatory of Tudor Close, Claire Rose sits in a wicker chair with her counter-cross stitching. Outside the window of the Conservatory she watches as two gardeners weed the flower bed. Mrs. White enters the room with a tea tray.
“Madame, your tea,” Mrs. White says setting it down on the wicker table.
“Oh thank you Mrs. White.” Madame Rose says, “I see a raise in your future.” She winks at Mrs. White who smiles politely
“Will that be all?” Mrs. White asks with her hands behind her back
“Be a dear and keep an old woman company.” Madame Rose points to the chair on the other side of the table
“Oh I’m afraid I have some housework to get done.” Mrs. White says biting her lip
“The housework will still be there.” Madame Rose says pouring a cup of tea for Mrs. White
“I suppose I can stay for a few moments.” Mrs. White says
“That’s right my dear.” Madame Rose says, “Take a break from the house work and humour and old woman with some idol gossip.”
“I’m not much of the gossiping type.” Mrs. White gingerly sips the tea.
“Oh rubbish,” Madame Rose says, “I hear your little pitter-patter footsteps going in and out of my brother’s room. By now you’ve found Sylvia’s diary.”
“I… Oh why bother pretending.” Mrs. White scoots herself closer to Madame Rose, “I don’t trust the story about what happened to Bryce.”
Madame Rose sets down her teacup onto its saucer a bit noisily.
“What don’t you trust?” Madame Rose says, “The poor boy toppled down the stairs and broke his neck.”
“But wasn’t an estranged relative here around that time?” Mrs. White asks
“Oh you must be thinking of Bradford.” Madame Rose says
“I’m not sure I remember Bradford that well, though I'm sure I've heard his name mentioned.” Mrs. White says
“Bradford is our father.” Madame Rose says referring to herself and Hugh, “She came the week before Bryce died.”
“I barely remember. I was only working for this family for a little under a week before Bryce died. My memory has been foggy over it.” Mrs. White says
“Blanche,” Madame Rose takes a sip from her tea, “No disrespects, but you are getting old. Your memory might be a bit off.”
“Yes it could be.” Mrs. White says, “But I’m almost positive…”
“Blanche,” Madame Rose puts her teacup down loudly, “What happened that night is exactly what Hugh, Sylvia, and I told you. If you have any doubts, take them up with Hugh.”
Mrs. White sets her tea cup down on the table silently.
“Perhaps you should get back to that housework.” Madame Rose says looking back outside at the two gardeners who are now trimming the hedges with sharp Garden Shears.
At the Bluebell Tea House, Mrs. Black and Mrs. Meadow-Brook walk out together chuckling quietly.
“That was fun.” Mrs. Black says, “We should do this more often.”
“Yes,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Though I will admit it felt as though I was being interrogated at the start.”
“Oh I was just curious as to why the sudden interest in the batty old woman.” Mrs. Black says
“You said yourself you are friends with her.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says a bit confused
“I wouldn’t say friends.” Mrs. Black says, “I don’t have it out for her, but I’m not a big fan of her either. So are you looking forward to Mrs. Peacock’s dinner party tonight?”
“Oh is that tonight?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says with panic in her voice
“Yes, is something wrong?” Mrs. Black asks
“I thought it was the weekend after Monte Carlo.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Miles is working late tonight and I made reservations at the A La Carte.”
“What a shame.” Mrs. Black says, “Penelope always throws such fine parties.”
“I do enjoy her parties; I suppose I could tell my daughter that we’ll make plans another night.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“You are so lucky to have that daughter.” Mrs. Black says with a hint of spite in her tone
“How are your boys? Jet must be practically an adult by now.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says changing the subject abruptly
“He doesn’t act like one.” Mrs. Black says, “He is wasting his money. We gave him a small bank account for him to spend on dates and other things and he’s nearly extinguished this month’s allowance.”
“It’s a good thing this is a short month.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook chuckles
“That’s not the point.” Mrs. Black says, “Is Jessica responsible with her own money?”
“She doesn’t exactly have ‘her own money’ she bats her big brown eyes at Miles and he opens his wallet.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Sometimes I think she has more control over him than I do.”
“That’s the downfall to having rich husbands.” Mrs. Black says, “They only respond to pretty young women.”
Mrs. Meadow-Brook stops walking.
“Jane, I didn’t mean you aren’t pretty.” Mrs. Black says quickly, “You are very charming, but we must think realistically. Men enjoy a fantasy. That’s why they have thin, busty secretaries who are barely over the age of consent.”
“Miles is having an affair.” Jane says
“What?” Mrs. Black gasps, “Are you certain?”
Jane thinks for a second before responding, “I found a blackmail note addressed to him about his affair.”
“Oh my god!” Mrs. Black touches Mrs. Meadow-Brook on the shoulder, “You don’t suppose that’s why he’s working so late.”
“My housekeeper tried to warn me on so many occasions.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook sits down on a wooden bench surrounded by hedges.
“There there.” Mrs. Black says rubbing her shoulders, “Come back to the Mansion with me. We can talk over a game of cribbage.”
“It’s always fun and games with you.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook barks
“Jane?” Mrs. Black is taken back
“Let’s go to the spa and talk about our housekeepers! Let’s play bridge and talk about the vicar’s wife! Let’s go to Monte bloody Carlo and wait for our husbands to have sex with the cigar ladies!” Mrs. Meadow-Brook shouts in the quiet park
“Jane, I understand that you are upset, but you must hold your tongue.” Mrs. Black says, “We have our image and reputations to withhold.”
“No,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook shouts, “You have your reputation to withhold. I don’t go around with my nose in the air pretending to be better than I am! You are the most insufferable, prejudice, insolent woman I’ve ever met! And you detest the way I raise Jessica! I doubt you could have done any better yourself!”
Sylvia Black slaps Mrs. Meadow-Brook across the face, “Don’t you ever talk about my parenting. I’ve done everything I can for the best interest of my family!”
Back in the cellar beneath the Curry Home, Chandler’s eyes have adjusted to the darkness of the small room. His eyes however are closed to block out the claustrophobic feeling.
“So there is no indication of what is to become of us?” asks Chandler
“None.” Scott says silently
“Scott, you need to tell us who did this.” Chandler says
“I can’t.” Scott says
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Chandler says, “You can’t pull the silence thing on us. Did you or didn’t you see the face of the person who took us.”
“Yes, but as they were taking me down here, they told me that if I said anything they’d kill my family.” Scott says
“For God’s sake, this madman is trying to scare you.” Chandler says, “Tell us.”
“Chandler,” Sabata says, “The killer plans to keep us alive. At least until he or she is ready for Ms. Curry’s body to be found. Maybe it’s a plan to be found.”
“How can you be so sure?” Chandler says
“If the person who did this had no problem killing an innocent old woman, they certainly would have no problem killing two men and a boy.” Sabata says, “Unless we aren’t part of their plan.”
“What the hell are you going on about?” Chandler asks, “What plan?”
“This!” Sabata swings his arms wildly, wincing as he twists his side, hurting his legs, “This room. Us! Everything. We are meant to be found.”
“You mean us playing along with the murderer’s games could be their own undoing?” asks Scott nervously
“Exactly.” Sabata says
“You two are crazy.” Chandler stands up, ducking down so he doesn’t bang his head into the low ceiling.
“Where are you going?” Scott says from the corner near Sabata
“I’m getting out of this place.” Chandler says moving over to the door
“It’s locked.” Scott says, “I already tried.”
Chandler kicks the door several times and forces all his weight into it, “Is there anything in here I can use to break the lock?”
“It’s an empty vault.” Sabata says
“Try and walk over here.” Chandler says
“I can’t!” Sabata says, “My left leg has been crushed with something and my right leg is too stiff to move.”
“How did that happen?” asks Chandler, “You never told us how you got here?”
“Well,” Sabata says, “You never asked. I was walking to work from my flat near the hospital. It’s a nice peaceful walk down a winding forest road I heard a car coming. I saw it and it was coming too fast. I didn’t think it saw me so I stepped off the side of the road… but it saw me. It was aiming for me. It smashed me into the guard rail and next thing I knew, I was here.”
“So you were a random target?” asks Chandler
“No.” Sabata says, “I knew Ms. Curry more than anyone in this town.” He glances over at the boy, “You could say we were very close.”
“Eww.” Scott mumbles
“That doesn’t explain why you are down here?” Chandler says
“Sure it does.” Sabata says, “You and Scott found out too much too early and the murderer was worried that I would find out too. Ms. Curry would have told me if she was going away. It would have blown their plan if I showed up at her door and she didn’t answer.”
“But this still doesn’t explain who killed her and why!” Chandler says, “Scott, tell us! Maybe we can work this out.”
“I can’t tell you!” Scott says
“It’s no use, Chandler.” Sabata says, “As I was being dragged here I noticed one thing before the door shut. An american tape recorder.”
“So this whole conversation will be listened to?” Chandler asks
“Most likely.” Sabata says calmly
“Why are you so nonchalant about this?” asks Chandler, “You could be the one who brought us here! You know so much about everything. The boy is probably scared to death because you brought him here.”
“Chandler, there is no lock on the inside of this door.” Sabata says, “How would I get out? What would the point of this charade be?”
In the Driveway of the Meadow-Brook’s house Mrs. Meadow-Brook walks up to her front door as she sees Mrs. Peacock getting the mail. She takes a deep breath and turns around and walks towards her.
“Jane,” Mrs. Peacock says, “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Penelope, I’m sorry for the late notice, but Miles and I won’t be able to attend. It’s a bit of a family crisis.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“Oh my dear.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I hope it’s nothing too urgent.”
“I’d rather not discuss it.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Thank you for understanding. I’ll be sure to invite you over sometime for tea.”
“That would be lovely.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Speaking of, would you like to come in for a cup?”
“No thank you,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I really must sort out my own affairs.”
“I understand.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I’ll see you later.”
“Yes.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook turns around and heads back towards her house.
On the front porch of the Peacock Residence, Miss Scarlet sits impatiently clicking her nails as her aunt comes up the steps.
“Still waiting on Chandler?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“He said he was going over to Ms. Curry’s over an hour ago and still hasn’t come back.” Miss Scarlet says
“Maybe something urgent came up.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried.” Miss Scarlet says, “I’m angry. One time I actually agree to go out with him and he stands me up.”
Miss Scarlet pushes past her Aunt into the house.
-Evening-
At the Peacock Residence, Mrs. Peacock looks at herself in the mirror in the Hallway. She adjusts her diamond necklace and smiles at her reflection. Colonel Algernon Mustard stands near the sofa in the Drawing Room as Mrs. Myrtle finishes lighting the fireplace. Miss Scarlet sits on the window seat fingering absent mindedly with the curtain tieback.
“Will you be needing anything else ma’am?” Mrs. Myrtle asks
“Bring out the Sherry at exactly 6.15.” Mrs. Peacock says as the doorbell rings. Mrs. Myrtle scurries to the kitchen and Mrs. Peacock pulls open the door as Mrs. Black and Dr. Black enters the Hallway.
“Oh, Sylvia, so good to see you.” Mrs. Peacock and Mrs. Black gently hug
“Mrs. Peacock.” Dr. Black nods to her politely.
“Hugh.” Mrs. Peacock extends her hand to Dr. Black, who kisses it gently.
“Dinner smells wonderful.”
“Shall we move on to the Drawing Room, there is someone you haven't seen in a while.” Mrs. Peacock says
Dr. Black, Mrs. Black, and Mrs. Peacock presently enter the Drawing Room to see Colonel Mustard and Miss Scarlet engaging in quiet small talk.
“Dr. Black, Sylvia, I'm sure you remember Colonel Mustard.” Mrs. Peacock says, “He is married now to the radiant Dame Constance Olivine of Italy.”
“It has been a while,” Dr. Black shakes his hand vigorously, “Congratulations on the marriage.”
“I wasn’t aware that Dame Constance had taken a wife.” Mrs. Black says
“We eloped as to keep our names out of the scandal papers.” Colonel Mustard explains, “I trust you two will keep it on the down low.”
“We are good at keeping secrets.” Dr. Black says
“I’m sure you remember my beautiful niece, Cynthia.” Mrs. Peacock motions for Miss Scarlet who looks stunning in the window seat with her flowing red cocktail dress and silk shawl.
“Cynthia,” Dr. Black smiles, “How nice to see you again.”
“Yes,” Miss Scarlet extends her hand to Dr. Black who kisses it politely, “We ran into each other at the Post Office the other day. Such a small town, you know.”
Everyone gives an awkward, polite chuckle.
“Let’s settle down until dinner is ready.” Mrs. Peacock motions for the seats, “I’m sorry the Meadow-Brook’s couldn’t make it. They had a last minute emergency.”
“Yes, Jane went over it with me.” Mrs. Black says, “I’m sure since we are all good at keeping secrets it is safe in this room.”
“Sylvia,” Dr. Black clears his throat, “Perhaps Jane told you that in confidence.”
“Well she should have treated me with a bit more respect given our social status.” Mrs. Black says
“Oh come on Sylvia, you simply must tell us.” Mrs. Peacock says
“It seems Miles is finding love in another place.” Mrs. Black says
“Poor Jane.” Mrs. Peacock takes disgust in Mrs. Black’s enjoyment over the whole thing.
“Oh nonsense.” Mrs. Black says, “The way Jane loses her temper so much I’ll bet they were waiting for Jessica to turn eighteen before splitting apart.”
“Sylvia,” Dr. Black says, “Perhaps you should stop.”
“I don’t see what the big fuss is.” Mrs. Black says, “People in this town gossip so much anyway.”
“Sherry?” Mrs. Myrtle says entering the room with a tray
Mrs. Peacock smiles as she glances at the clock. Just in time.
At the A Le Carte, Jane and Jessica Meadow-Brook are finishing their salads at a nice table for two near the center of the restaurant.
“Mother, you’ve hardly uttered a word since I came home from school.” Miss Meadow-Brook says, “Are you alright.”
“I’m just a bit distant, dear.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“You can tell me anything.” Miss Meadow-Brook says
“Well, there have been some nasty rumors going around about Miles.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says painfully
“That daddy’s having an affair?” asks Miss Meadow-Brook
“You know about the rumors?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook
“I don’t think they are rumors?” Miss Meadow-Brook says
“What?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Why?”
“Look over there.” Miss Meadow-Brook says tearfully
Mrs. Meadow-Brook turns around to where her daughter is pointing to see her husband sitting at a table not too far from them sipping champagne with Miss Peach. He lovely puts his hand on her shoulder.
“That bastard.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says gulping down the remainder of her wine.
-Wednesday, April 13, 1949-
-Morning-
Mrs. Jane Meadow-Brook furiously drops the photographs of her husband Miles and a younger woman with strawberry blonde hair and looks over at the desk where there are stacks of stationary and a bin filled with clipped out newspaper letters.
“That blackmailing bitch!” she mutters angrily as tears begin to well up in her eyes. She hears the sound of something hitting the floor above her. She composes herself and exits the Study. She looks up the stairs, “Chandler?”
She gets no response, “Chandler, I’m going to be late for a luncheon. Can you lock the door behind you.”
“Yes.” A gravelly voice calls. Mrs. Meadow-Brook senses the strangeness of the voice but doesn’t worry too much about it. She has more important things on her mind.
Across town at a cheap hotel, Mr. Miles Meadow-Brook lies in naked in bed with a much younger woman with strawberry blonde hair and freckles. She is Miss Emily Peach.
“You are an amazing young woman.” Miles says
“You aren’t half bad yourself.” Miss Peach says in an American Southern accent, “So does your wife have any suspicions about us?”
“Not a clue.” Miles says, “Are we still up for dinner plans tonight?”
“Absolutely.” Miss Peach says, “How about the À Le Carte?”
“Sounds great.” Miles says, “I’ve actually only eaten there once and it was delicious.”
“Then I’ll take your word for it.” The woman gets up and starts buttoning her light orange blouse.
“So if I may ask, what brought you to Hampshire. It seems pure luck that we met at the Courthouse.” Miles asks
“Well I was getting the official documents of my hospital records in order.” Miss Peach says, “It turns out that my birth father is in Hampshire.”
“Really?” Miles says, “That’s wonderful. Congratulations! You two will finally get to rekindle.”
“I hope so.” Miss Peach says, “I just need to work up the courage to tell him.”
“When do you intend to?” Miles asks realizing he is asking to many questions, “Not trying to get into your personal life, however.”
“It’s fine.” Miss Peach chuckles, “This afternoon seems like a good enough time.”
“Well I wish you the best of luck.” Miles says, “Tell me how it goes over dinner.”
“I will.” Miss Peach says, “Thank you.” Miss Peach smiles.
In the Cellar beneath the Curry Home in a dark empty room, Chandler awakens to find a small boy holding his arm.
“He’s alive.” Scott tells the Spanish man
“Oh God.” Chandler moans as he gets up, “What happened? Where am I? Who are you?”
“I’m Sabata Bronce.” The Spanish man says, “This is Scott Black.”
“You’re Dr. Black’s kid?” Chandler asks struggling to a sitting position.
“Yeah.” The boy says in a frightened voice
“I’m an associate of his father.” Sr. Bronce says, “I work in sleep therapy.”
“That’s great,” Chandler says feigning interest, “How the hell are we going to get out of here?”
“Well I can’t.” Sabata says, “I can’t feel my legs.”
“And the door’s locked.” Scott says
“What door?” asks Chandler looking around in the pitch black
“After a while your eyes start to get use to the dark and you see shapes.” Sabata says, “Scott has indeed found a door but it’s locked.”
“Why didn’t you guys get out when I was put in here?” asks Chandler in confusion
“I can’t walk.” Sabata says
“The bad person had a gun.” Scott says
“Who?” asks Chandler
“Scott here is the only one who saw the assailant.” Sabata says, “Unless you did?”
“No,” Chandler says, “I was looking for Ms. Curry. I pulled back the shower curtain and next thing I knew, I was here.”
“Ms. Curry was murdered.” Scott says quietly
“She’s dead?” asks Chandler
“And we are in here because we found out too much.” Sabata says, “We’ve been putting together bits of information. One thing we have in common is Dr. Black. I suppose that’s a start. Chandler, what do you do besides coach tennis?”
“Seriously?” Chandler says trying to remain calm, “We are locked in a room in God-knows-where and you two have been making small talk? I’m claustrophobic. I’m not sure if I can take this.”
“Then don’t stand up.” Scott says, “The ceiling is low.”
“Oh God.” Chandler moans as she feels around the wet floor, “How long have you two been down here?”
“Scott was brought here a few hours before you. I’ve been here for a day.” Sabata says, “Most likely since Ms. Curry was murdered?”
“Where is she?” asks Chandler nervously, “Is she here with us? Is she molding in a corner.”
“Last I knew she was in her back yard.” Scott says,
“I’m pretty sure she was moved.” Sabata says, “I mean no one was supposed to find her. After all, Scott found her and here he is with us.”
Scott shivers as tears fall down his face again, “I skipped school so much my parents won’t think anything of my disappearance.”
“Well for your parent’s sakes,” Sabata says grimly, “I hope they don’t find out where you are. We are obviously dealing with a psychopath. And as I told Scott, the most important thing is to keep quiet about what you know. If this person knew Scott clearly saw their face we would all be killed. We are alive for some reason.”
In the backyard of the Curry’s Home, Ms. Curry remains at the seating area, face first next to a knocked over chair. The small poodle that was there early is gone. Sheets blow quietly in the soft breeze.
At the Peacock Residence, Mrs. Peacock pulls her car out of the Garage as Colonel Mustard closes the wooden Garage doors. He gets in the passenger seat and Mrs. Peacock drives off into town.
“It’s such a nice day.” Mrs. Peacock says, “We should have walked. The market isn’t far.”
Colonel Mustard gives hearty chuckle, “Then why didn’t we?”
“I wanted to show off my car to an enthusiast like you.” Mrs. Peacock winks rubbing the steering wheel with her beautiful white gloves.
“Those are beautiful earrings.” Colonel Mustard says noticing the diamond earrings hanging from Mrs. Peacock’s ears
“Thank you.” She smiles, “My second husband got them for me on our fourth anniversary.”
“Second husband.” Colonel Mustard comments, “I’ve been married twice myself.”
“Three times for me.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Almost four if Dr. Black would have gone through with it. I might still be with him.”
“You still love him.” Colonel Mustard observes
“Don’t be daft.” Mrs. Peacock says pulling her car to a parking area near Main Street.
“You seem to be filling the empty hole in your life that Hugh Black left.” Colonel Mustard says
“Colonel, no disrespects, but you aren’t exactly a marriage counselor. And you couldn’t be more wrong.” Mrs. Peacock says parking the car.
“Well obviously if you went through so many divorces you must be searching for something you never got with the last.” Colonel Mustard says
“I never divorce men, I simply wait until their usefulness runs out. Their life normally fails by some miracle by God shortly after.” Mrs. Peacock says darkly
“Oh.” Colonel Mustard says shifting nervously in his seat
“Well if you must know all the grisly details, my first husband died after my crazed sister stabbed him to death, my second husband fell from an ocean liner during an unexpected storm that nearly capsized the boat, and my third husband had a massive heart attack while out for our third anniversary.” Mrs. Peacock opens the car door and gets out, followed by Colonel Mustard.
Across Town at the Bluebell Tea House, Mrs. Jane Meadow-Brook sits down at a table for two where Mrs. Sylvia Black waits patiently.
“Oh Jane,” Mrs. Black says checking her watch, “So kind of you to finally show up.”
“I’m so sorry, Sylvia.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I was a bit delayed by the odd disappearance of Ms. Curry.”
Mrs. Black’s eyes widen at the mention of Ms. Curry, “Odd disappearance? This is the first I’m hearing.”
“She wasn’t home. Her newspapers were still on her lawn.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I’m afraid something terrible must have happened.”
“Well, have the authorities been alerted?” Mrs. Black asks
“No.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “But Chandler Weiss and I looked around and she wasn’t home.”
“How charming,” Mrs. Black says as the waitress approaches their table, “You broke into an old lady’s home. Give us a moment darling, we still haven’t decided what to order.”
“She gave me a spare key.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says as the waitress departs, “I’m sorry if this has upset you, I’m just worried about her.”
“It’s just that you never were very friendly to her.” Mrs. Black says
“And you were?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook asks with annoyance
“As a matter of fact I was… I am. Well I mean not too clingy but we exchange a pleasant hello.” Mrs. Black says, “Regardless, she told me that she left to visit her sister in Scotland three days ago.”
“Oh.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says with a sigh, “That’s quite a relief. I had horrific scenarios in my head about her slipping in the tub or choking on a pill.”
“You mustn’t worry too much.” Mrs. Black says, “This is too small of a town for anything to go on unnoticed.”
“Yes, I suppose.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says picking up the menu
“So how is Miles?” Mrs. Black asks looking over the menu as well
Mrs. Meadow-Brook’s mind is filled with the thought of those pictures, “He’s fine.” She lies, “Working quite a bit, but I’m sure there will be a nice holiday planned from the result.”
“Maybe a fur coat when we go to Monte Carlo.” Mrs. Black says excitedly, “Oh it’s going to be splendid! I’ve loved Monte Carlo ever since I was a young girl. The bell boy’s waiting on your every whim. The shows, the dancing, and the hope that our husbands have won half a million at a Roulette table.”
“I’m sure it will be wonderful.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook forces out a smile
“What shall we start off with this morning?” asks the waitress
“We’ll have Jasmine tea with the raisin scones, fish sandwiches, and strawberry tarts, won’t we Jane.”
“Sounds delicious.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says as tears well up in her eyes, “Excuse me, I must find the powder room.”
At Hampshire County Catholic School for Boys, Jet Black leans against the brick wall with other teenagers around his age. They are all smoking marijuana from several rolled joints.
“Jet,” a deep American accent says calmly as it approaches
The other boys scatter and leave Jet alone against the wall.
“Mr. Green,” Jet chuckles in the most innocent voice he can squeeze out, “How are you.”
“I’m great.” Mr. Green says, “Let’s skip the small talk. I understand that Kevin Ochre is your current dealer?”
“Yeah.” Jet says not understand the tone in Mr. Green’s voice
“I am here to tell you that you are going to be getting your drugs from me now.” Mr. Green says
“What happened to Kevin?” asks Jet
“He has been smoking all of my profit and not paying for it.” Mr. Green says, “I hope to God you aren’t doing the same.”
“I have plenty of buyers.” Jet says confidently
“Don’t screw me over.” Mr. Green says patting the boy on the back, “Come by my house after school.”
“Why?” asks Jet
“Because I like you, Jet.” Mr. Green says with a chuckle, “I see alot of potential in you.”
On Ceil Drive in the Drawing Room of the Peacock Residence, Miss Scarlet waits impatiently for Chandler to pick her up for their impromptu picnic. She looks at the coffee table and fingers with a piece of candlewax stuck to the side of a crystal candy dish. She picks it off as Mrs. Peacock enters passes the doorway with Colonel Mustard.
“Oh Cynthia,” Mrs. Peacock says in her usual shrill and chirpy voice, “I didn’t realize you’d still be here.”
“I’m waiting on Chandler.” Miss Scarlet says, “We are going on a little picnic.”
“Yes.” Mrs. Peacock half listens to her, “Why don’t you ask Chandler to be your better half at the party tonight.”
“You already asked me to invite him.” Miss Scarlet says, “Don’t you remember?”
“Yes of course.” Mrs. Peacock says touching her head, “I’ve just been getting these slight headaches lately.I tend to zone out. Oh anyway, Colonel, would you mind selecting a few bottles from the cellar?” She motions to the door leading to the cellar.
“Of course,” Colonel Mustard says
“Two Chardonnay and a medium sized bottle of Sherry.” Mrs. Peacock says
“I’ll wait outside.” Miss Scarlet says brushing past her aunt and Colonel Mustard on the way out.
In the Conservatory of Tudor Close, Claire Rose sits in a wicker chair with her counter-cross stitching. Outside the window of the Conservatory she watches as two gardeners weed the flower bed. Mrs. White enters the room with a tea tray.
“Madame, your tea,” Mrs. White says setting it down on the wicker table.
“Oh thank you Mrs. White.” Madame Rose says, “I see a raise in your future.” She winks at Mrs. White who smiles politely
“Will that be all?” Mrs. White asks with her hands behind her back
“Be a dear and keep an old woman company.” Madame Rose points to the chair on the other side of the table
“Oh I’m afraid I have some housework to get done.” Mrs. White says biting her lip
“The housework will still be there.” Madame Rose says pouring a cup of tea for Mrs. White
“I suppose I can stay for a few moments.” Mrs. White says
“That’s right my dear.” Madame Rose says, “Take a break from the house work and humour and old woman with some idol gossip.”
“I’m not much of the gossiping type.” Mrs. White gingerly sips the tea.
“Oh rubbish,” Madame Rose says, “I hear your little pitter-patter footsteps going in and out of my brother’s room. By now you’ve found Sylvia’s diary.”
“I… Oh why bother pretending.” Mrs. White scoots herself closer to Madame Rose, “I don’t trust the story about what happened to Bryce.”
Madame Rose sets down her teacup onto its saucer a bit noisily.
“What don’t you trust?” Madame Rose says, “The poor boy toppled down the stairs and broke his neck.”
“But wasn’t an estranged relative here around that time?” Mrs. White asks
“Oh you must be thinking of Bradford.” Madame Rose says
“I’m not sure I remember Bradford that well, though I'm sure I've heard his name mentioned.” Mrs. White says
“Bradford is our father.” Madame Rose says referring to herself and Hugh, “She came the week before Bryce died.”
“I barely remember. I was only working for this family for a little under a week before Bryce died. My memory has been foggy over it.” Mrs. White says
“Blanche,” Madame Rose takes a sip from her tea, “No disrespects, but you are getting old. Your memory might be a bit off.”
“Yes it could be.” Mrs. White says, “But I’m almost positive…”
“Blanche,” Madame Rose puts her teacup down loudly, “What happened that night is exactly what Hugh, Sylvia, and I told you. If you have any doubts, take them up with Hugh.”
Mrs. White sets her tea cup down on the table silently.
“Perhaps you should get back to that housework.” Madame Rose says looking back outside at the two gardeners who are now trimming the hedges with sharp Garden Shears.
At the Bluebell Tea House, Mrs. Black and Mrs. Meadow-Brook walk out together chuckling quietly.
“That was fun.” Mrs. Black says, “We should do this more often.”
“Yes,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Though I will admit it felt as though I was being interrogated at the start.”
“Oh I was just curious as to why the sudden interest in the batty old woman.” Mrs. Black says
“You said yourself you are friends with her.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says a bit confused
“I wouldn’t say friends.” Mrs. Black says, “I don’t have it out for her, but I’m not a big fan of her either. So are you looking forward to Mrs. Peacock’s dinner party tonight?”
“Oh is that tonight?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says with panic in her voice
“Yes, is something wrong?” Mrs. Black asks
“I thought it was the weekend after Monte Carlo.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Miles is working late tonight and I made reservations at the A La Carte.”
“What a shame.” Mrs. Black says, “Penelope always throws such fine parties.”
“I do enjoy her parties; I suppose I could tell my daughter that we’ll make plans another night.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“You are so lucky to have that daughter.” Mrs. Black says with a hint of spite in her tone
“How are your boys? Jet must be practically an adult by now.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says changing the subject abruptly
“He doesn’t act like one.” Mrs. Black says, “He is wasting his money. We gave him a small bank account for him to spend on dates and other things and he’s nearly extinguished this month’s allowance.”
“It’s a good thing this is a short month.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook chuckles
“That’s not the point.” Mrs. Black says, “Is Jessica responsible with her own money?”
“She doesn’t exactly have ‘her own money’ she bats her big brown eyes at Miles and he opens his wallet.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Sometimes I think she has more control over him than I do.”
“That’s the downfall to having rich husbands.” Mrs. Black says, “They only respond to pretty young women.”
Mrs. Meadow-Brook stops walking.
“Jane, I didn’t mean you aren’t pretty.” Mrs. Black says quickly, “You are very charming, but we must think realistically. Men enjoy a fantasy. That’s why they have thin, busty secretaries who are barely over the age of consent.”
“Miles is having an affair.” Jane says
“What?” Mrs. Black gasps, “Are you certain?”
Jane thinks for a second before responding, “I found a blackmail note addressed to him about his affair.”
“Oh my god!” Mrs. Black touches Mrs. Meadow-Brook on the shoulder, “You don’t suppose that’s why he’s working so late.”
“My housekeeper tried to warn me on so many occasions.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook sits down on a wooden bench surrounded by hedges.
“There there.” Mrs. Black says rubbing her shoulders, “Come back to the Mansion with me. We can talk over a game of cribbage.”
“It’s always fun and games with you.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook barks
“Jane?” Mrs. Black is taken back
“Let’s go to the spa and talk about our housekeepers! Let’s play bridge and talk about the vicar’s wife! Let’s go to Monte bloody Carlo and wait for our husbands to have sex with the cigar ladies!” Mrs. Meadow-Brook shouts in the quiet park
“Jane, I understand that you are upset, but you must hold your tongue.” Mrs. Black says, “We have our image and reputations to withhold.”
“No,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook shouts, “You have your reputation to withhold. I don’t go around with my nose in the air pretending to be better than I am! You are the most insufferable, prejudice, insolent woman I’ve ever met! And you detest the way I raise Jessica! I doubt you could have done any better yourself!”
Sylvia Black slaps Mrs. Meadow-Brook across the face, “Don’t you ever talk about my parenting. I’ve done everything I can for the best interest of my family!”
Back in the cellar beneath the Curry Home, Chandler’s eyes have adjusted to the darkness of the small room. His eyes however are closed to block out the claustrophobic feeling.
“So there is no indication of what is to become of us?” asks Chandler
“None.” Scott says silently
“Scott, you need to tell us who did this.” Chandler says
“I can’t.” Scott says
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Chandler says, “You can’t pull the silence thing on us. Did you or didn’t you see the face of the person who took us.”
“Yes, but as they were taking me down here, they told me that if I said anything they’d kill my family.” Scott says
“For God’s sake, this madman is trying to scare you.” Chandler says, “Tell us.”
“Chandler,” Sabata says, “The killer plans to keep us alive. At least until he or she is ready for Ms. Curry’s body to be found. Maybe it’s a plan to be found.”
“How can you be so sure?” Chandler says
“If the person who did this had no problem killing an innocent old woman, they certainly would have no problem killing two men and a boy.” Sabata says, “Unless we aren’t part of their plan.”
“What the hell are you going on about?” Chandler asks, “What plan?”
“This!” Sabata swings his arms wildly, wincing as he twists his side, hurting his legs, “This room. Us! Everything. We are meant to be found.”
“You mean us playing along with the murderer’s games could be their own undoing?” asks Scott nervously
“Exactly.” Sabata says
“You two are crazy.” Chandler stands up, ducking down so he doesn’t bang his head into the low ceiling.
“Where are you going?” Scott says from the corner near Sabata
“I’m getting out of this place.” Chandler says moving over to the door
“It’s locked.” Scott says, “I already tried.”
Chandler kicks the door several times and forces all his weight into it, “Is there anything in here I can use to break the lock?”
“It’s an empty vault.” Sabata says
“Try and walk over here.” Chandler says
“I can’t!” Sabata says, “My left leg has been crushed with something and my right leg is too stiff to move.”
“How did that happen?” asks Chandler, “You never told us how you got here?”
“Well,” Sabata says, “You never asked. I was walking to work from my flat near the hospital. It’s a nice peaceful walk down a winding forest road I heard a car coming. I saw it and it was coming too fast. I didn’t think it saw me so I stepped off the side of the road… but it saw me. It was aiming for me. It smashed me into the guard rail and next thing I knew, I was here.”
“So you were a random target?” asks Chandler
“No.” Sabata says, “I knew Ms. Curry more than anyone in this town.” He glances over at the boy, “You could say we were very close.”
“Eww.” Scott mumbles
“That doesn’t explain why you are down here?” Chandler says
“Sure it does.” Sabata says, “You and Scott found out too much too early and the murderer was worried that I would find out too. Ms. Curry would have told me if she was going away. It would have blown their plan if I showed up at her door and she didn’t answer.”
“But this still doesn’t explain who killed her and why!” Chandler says, “Scott, tell us! Maybe we can work this out.”
“I can’t tell you!” Scott says
“It’s no use, Chandler.” Sabata says, “As I was being dragged here I noticed one thing before the door shut. An american tape recorder.”
“So this whole conversation will be listened to?” Chandler asks
“Most likely.” Sabata says calmly
“Why are you so nonchalant about this?” asks Chandler, “You could be the one who brought us here! You know so much about everything. The boy is probably scared to death because you brought him here.”
“Chandler, there is no lock on the inside of this door.” Sabata says, “How would I get out? What would the point of this charade be?”
In the Driveway of the Meadow-Brook’s house Mrs. Meadow-Brook walks up to her front door as she sees Mrs. Peacock getting the mail. She takes a deep breath and turns around and walks towards her.
“Jane,” Mrs. Peacock says, “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Penelope, I’m sorry for the late notice, but Miles and I won’t be able to attend. It’s a bit of a family crisis.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“Oh my dear.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I hope it’s nothing too urgent.”
“I’d rather not discuss it.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Thank you for understanding. I’ll be sure to invite you over sometime for tea.”
“That would be lovely.” Mrs. Peacock says, “Speaking of, would you like to come in for a cup?”
“No thank you,” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “I really must sort out my own affairs.”
“I understand.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I’ll see you later.”
“Yes.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook turns around and heads back towards her house.
On the front porch of the Peacock Residence, Miss Scarlet sits impatiently clicking her nails as her aunt comes up the steps.
“Still waiting on Chandler?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“He said he was going over to Ms. Curry’s over an hour ago and still hasn’t come back.” Miss Scarlet says
“Maybe something urgent came up.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried.” Miss Scarlet says, “I’m angry. One time I actually agree to go out with him and he stands me up.”
Miss Scarlet pushes past her Aunt into the house.
-Evening-
At the Peacock Residence, Mrs. Peacock looks at herself in the mirror in the Hallway. She adjusts her diamond necklace and smiles at her reflection. Colonel Algernon Mustard stands near the sofa in the Drawing Room as Mrs. Myrtle finishes lighting the fireplace. Miss Scarlet sits on the window seat fingering absent mindedly with the curtain tieback.
“Will you be needing anything else ma’am?” Mrs. Myrtle asks
“Bring out the Sherry at exactly 6.15.” Mrs. Peacock says as the doorbell rings. Mrs. Myrtle scurries to the kitchen and Mrs. Peacock pulls open the door as Mrs. Black and Dr. Black enters the Hallway.
“Oh, Sylvia, so good to see you.” Mrs. Peacock and Mrs. Black gently hug
“Mrs. Peacock.” Dr. Black nods to her politely.
“Hugh.” Mrs. Peacock extends her hand to Dr. Black, who kisses it gently.
“Dinner smells wonderful.”
“Shall we move on to the Drawing Room, there is someone you haven't seen in a while.” Mrs. Peacock says
Dr. Black, Mrs. Black, and Mrs. Peacock presently enter the Drawing Room to see Colonel Mustard and Miss Scarlet engaging in quiet small talk.
“Dr. Black, Sylvia, I'm sure you remember Colonel Mustard.” Mrs. Peacock says, “He is married now to the radiant Dame Constance Olivine of Italy.”
“It has been a while,” Dr. Black shakes his hand vigorously, “Congratulations on the marriage.”
“I wasn’t aware that Dame Constance had taken a wife.” Mrs. Black says
“We eloped as to keep our names out of the scandal papers.” Colonel Mustard explains, “I trust you two will keep it on the down low.”
“We are good at keeping secrets.” Dr. Black says
“I’m sure you remember my beautiful niece, Cynthia.” Mrs. Peacock motions for Miss Scarlet who looks stunning in the window seat with her flowing red cocktail dress and silk shawl.
“Cynthia,” Dr. Black smiles, “How nice to see you again.”
“Yes,” Miss Scarlet extends her hand to Dr. Black who kisses it politely, “We ran into each other at the Post Office the other day. Such a small town, you know.”
Everyone gives an awkward, polite chuckle.
“Let’s settle down until dinner is ready.” Mrs. Peacock motions for the seats, “I’m sorry the Meadow-Brook’s couldn’t make it. They had a last minute emergency.”
“Yes, Jane went over it with me.” Mrs. Black says, “I’m sure since we are all good at keeping secrets it is safe in this room.”
“Sylvia,” Dr. Black clears his throat, “Perhaps Jane told you that in confidence.”
“Well she should have treated me with a bit more respect given our social status.” Mrs. Black says
“Oh come on Sylvia, you simply must tell us.” Mrs. Peacock says
“It seems Miles is finding love in another place.” Mrs. Black says
“Poor Jane.” Mrs. Peacock takes disgust in Mrs. Black’s enjoyment over the whole thing.
“Oh nonsense.” Mrs. Black says, “The way Jane loses her temper so much I’ll bet they were waiting for Jessica to turn eighteen before splitting apart.”
“Sylvia,” Dr. Black says, “Perhaps you should stop.”
“I don’t see what the big fuss is.” Mrs. Black says, “People in this town gossip so much anyway.”
“Sherry?” Mrs. Myrtle says entering the room with a tray
Mrs. Peacock smiles as she glances at the clock. Just in time.
At the A Le Carte, Jane and Jessica Meadow-Brook are finishing their salads at a nice table for two near the center of the restaurant.
“Mother, you’ve hardly uttered a word since I came home from school.” Miss Meadow-Brook says, “Are you alright.”
“I’m just a bit distant, dear.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says
“You can tell me anything.” Miss Meadow-Brook says
“Well, there have been some nasty rumors going around about Miles.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says painfully
“That daddy’s having an affair?” asks Miss Meadow-Brook
“You know about the rumors?” asks Mrs. Meadow-Brook
“I don’t think they are rumors?” Miss Meadow-Brook says
“What?” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says, “Why?”
“Look over there.” Miss Meadow-Brook says tearfully
Mrs. Meadow-Brook turns around to where her daughter is pointing to see her husband sitting at a table not too far from them sipping champagne with Miss Peach. He lovely puts his hand on her shoulder.
“That bastard.” Mrs. Meadow-Brook says gulping down the remainder of her wine.