Episode 20 – “Twisted Every Way”
Previously on the Memoirs of Mayfield: Scott Black awakens to find himself in Paris with Mrs. Peacock. Mrs. Sylvia Black recalls finding a German war pistol in a hat box earlier that morning. Miss Scarlet recalls finding Francesca Thorn’s body and realizing that Colonel Mustard is responsible for her death. Out of panic, Miss Scarlet turns Colonel Mustard in to the police. Jane Meadow-Brook informs her half-brother, Thallo Green that her father is sick and that she wants to return home in France. Mr. Green warns her that the French police wouldn’t be pleased to hear of their return. Mrs. Meadow-Brook also informs Mr. Green that Yuri Gold is in Hampshire. This same man, Yuri Gold informs Bradford Black that if he doesn’t start the renovations on Tudor Close by Friday, he will be at the mercy of Yuri’s father. Chandler Weiss wakes up to find that Emily Peach stayed over all night. She tells him that he got drunk and expressed his love to her. Back in Paris, Scott meets Mrs. Peacock’s friend, Monsieur Brunette, who begins the first stages of their plan by painting a portrait of Scott…
-Tuesday, April 19, 1949-
-Afternoon-
Outside the Lilly Funeral Home, Mrs. Blanche White leans against the brick wall near the front doors. She is smoking a cigarette. Mr. Reginald Ash comes out and approaches Mrs. White.
“How are you holding up?” asks Mr. Ash
“Hugh was loved by so many people.” Mrs. White says, “I can’t believe he’s dead.”
“We must focus on more pressing matters that are at hand.” Mr. Ash says, “Bradford and John are gaining power over the family.”
“Jet is blindly following in their footsteps.” Mrs. White adds as she flicks her cigarette butt into the bushes
“I think I liked him better when he was rebellious,” Mr. Ash shakes his head sympathetically, “Rather than blindly following.”
“And with Scott missing, I’m not sure Sylvia will be able to handle Bradford.” Mrs. White says
“I think it’s time we stepped up from being lowly servants and protected this family.” Mr. Ash says, “We need to take things into our own hands.”
In the Visitation Room, the Oakwood’s have made their way to Sylvia Black.
“Sylvia, darling, I’m so terribly sorry for your loss.” Lady Elizabeth Oakwood says placing her hand compassionately on Sylvia’s shoulder, “If there is anything you need…”
“No,” Sylvia Black shakes her head, “Thank you but I’ll be fine.”
“Has there been any word on your son’s disappearance?” asks Percival Oakwood. Lady Oakwood shoots a look of disapproval at her son.
“None.” Sylvia says, “Excuse me,” she stands up and covers her face with her handkerchief as she hurries out of the room.
“That is no way to behave, Percival.” Lady Oakwood says
“Elizabeth, please,” Lord Edward Oakwood hushes his wife, “He was only asking out of courtesy.”
“It wasn’t his place to ask.” Lady Oakwood says, “We rehearsed what he was to say and he shouldn’t be improvising the conversation. Remember the last time he improvised a conversation?”
“I’ll never forget.” Lord Oakwood sighs as he rubs his immobile legs.
Julia and Percival Oakwood have managed to slip away from their parents.
“Maybe we shouldn’t tell her.” Julia says placing her hand tenderly on her stomach
“Mom and dad will find out soon enough.” Percival says, “In about two more months you’ll start showing.”
“And what about the father?” asks Julia, “They will ask who the father is.”
“Let me worry about that.” Percival says, “I have every intention of helping you raise this baby.”
Julia embraces her brother.
Across the room, John Boddy and Jet Black sit on the divan.
“It’s a shame you didn’t grow up with Grandpa Bradford, you’d be a lot more prepared for these types of scenarios.” Mr. Boddy says
“What do you mean?” Jet asks with a bit of anger in his voice
“Your father’s murder, your brother’s kidnapping, and all the other things that are sure to follow.” Mr. Boddy says
“What does that have to do with growing up with Grandpa?” Jet asks
“He prepares you for this stuff.” Mr. Boddy says, “I remember when I was ten, he told me about Bryce, Aunt Estelle, and his own wife.”
“What exactly do you know about Bryce?” Jet asks
“Something about your mother tricking your father into believing Bryce was dead in order to get back at Aunt Estelle but your father wouldn’t let Aunt Estelle take the fall so he pretended they were both dead.” Mr. Boddy says
“Shows what you know,” Jet mumbles
“I bet you didn’t realize that Bradford killed his wife.” Mr. Boddy says
Jet turns to him with a look of confusion, “I don’t believe that. Why would he tell you.”
“He didn’t.” Mr. Boddy smirks, “I walked in on it.”
“You are so full of shit.” Jet stands up
“That’s what you thought when your brother told everyone that Mrs. Peacock kidnapped him, now look where he is.” Mr. Boddy stands up as well
“My brother never told me anything! You and Bradford aren’t getting a dime of my father’s money.” Jet shouts, getting the attention of several people around him, “Both of you waltz into our home during our grieving and tell us that my father left everything to Bradford. I’d sooner have you both laying in a coffin than letting you gain access to this family.”
“But you don’t understand,” Mr. Boddy says pulling him to the corner with a whisper, “We already have control over you and your family.”
“Get off of me.” Jet says
“Cooperate with me, Jet.” Mr. Boddy says, “It is true that you may be the sole beneficiary to Hugh’s money if he changed it at the last minute, but you will decline it and hand the money to Bradford.”
“I’d never do that.” Jet says spitefully
“All Bradford has to do is make one phone call,” Mr. Boddy says, “And you’ll never see your brother again.”
Jet’s eyes widen, “You are in on this.”
“Of course I am.” Mr. Boddy says, “Mrs. Peacock was a dumb, paranoid puppet!”
-FLASHBACK- SIX WEEKS AGO-
Mrs. Penelope Peacock is led into the Drawing Room of Blackwell Grange by a tall butler with curly brown hair. She sees Sir Bradford Black sitting on the sofa with Mr. John Boddy. Both are drinking brandy.
“Care for a drink?” the butler asks
“Wadsworth, we would like some privacy.” Sir Bradford Black snaps
“As you wish, sir,” the butler says bowing and exiting the Drawing Room. Mrs. Peacock nervously sits down on the sofa across from Bradford and John.
“What is it that you want?” asks Sir Bradford Black
“I know it’s been a while since I saw you last,” Mrs. Peacock swallows hard
“And each time you see me you ask for a favor.” Sir Bradford Black says interrupting her
“I think you’ll like what I have to offer.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Oh?” Sir Bradford Black says feigning interest
“A generous sum of money for all the help you’ve provided in covering up the deaths of my husbands.” Mrs. Peacock says
“How generous?” asks John Boddy
“My mother is ill.” Mrs. Peacock says, “When she dies I get everything in my family’s fortune. You are entitled to 70% of it.”
“Well why are you here?” asks Sir Bradford Black
“My birth mother is in the picture.” Mrs. Peacock reaches in her purse and pulls out a photograph of Celeste Curry. She hands it to Sir Bradford.
“Estelle,” Sir Bradford Black runs his fingers over the photograph tenderly, “I thought she was dead.”
“So did everyone.” Mrs. Peacock says, “She is going under the name of Celeste Curry. It’s a clever alias. Rearrange the letter of Estelle, drop an ‘l’, and add a ‘c’ to then you get Celeste.”
“She always was clever.” Sir Bradford Black says
“She knows I’m her daughter and one of the terms of the family will is no searching or contact with my birth parents.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I found her by accident, but still, no one would believe that.”
“So you have to kill your mother and your father.” John Boddy concludes, “That’s the only way we’ll get the money.”
“My birth father isn’t in the picture.” Mrs. Peacock says
“On the contrary,” Sir Bradford Black says, “Hugh is your father.”
-END OF FLASHBACK-
“My god,” Jet says with fear and hurt in his eyes
“If you tell anyone, you’ll never see your brother again.” Mr. Boddy says
“And if I keep quiet?” asks Jet
“Once the ransom is paid by your mother, you’ll get him back safe and sound.” Mr. Boddy says
In Paris, Monsieur Alphonse Brunette finishes up the painting of Scott Black. Scott sits nervously on the divan.
“C'est fait. We are done.” Monsieur Brunette says
In the Living Room, Mrs. Penelope Peacock types on a typewriter as Monsieur Brunette leads Scott into the room.
“I’ve just finished.” Mrs. Peacock pulls the paper from the typewriter.
“Read them aloud.” Monsieur Brunette says
“In front of Scott?” asks Mrs. Peacock as she raises an eyebrow
“Oui.” Monsieur Brunette says, “He needs to know we are not playing any games.”
“Sylvia Black,” Mrs. Peacock reads from the paper, “We can go with Plan A or Plan B; either way we’ll get our £70,000. Plan A will entail you to pay the mentioned price by Friday in order to get your son back safe and sound. Plan B will require us to sell him on the black-market for the same mentioned price. You will leave the money in a wooden crate on the Boat Dock of Tudor Close. No police. If there is a single police man on the grounds, your son will not be returned to France faster than you can think. With utmost sincerity, Penelope Peacock.”
Monsieur Brunette goes over to the closet and pulls out a sawn-off shotgun. Scott Black stands still in horror with his mouth hanging open.
“Très bon. I think this will guarantee that we mean business.” Monsieur Brunette says he begins to load bullets inside.
“Once the painting dries, we’ll send this First Class Mail to Hampshire.” Mrs. Peacock says with a smirk
-FLASHBACK- FIVE WEEKS AGO-
Mrs. Penelope Peacock is led into the Drawing Room of Blackwell Grange. She rushes over to Sir Bradford Black who is standing at the fireplace, adjusting the minute hand on the clock above the mantel.
“The plan has altered slightly.” Sir Bradford Black says turning to her
“I gathered.” Mrs. Peacock says
“I plan to take Sylvia down.” Sir Bradford says
“You want her dead too?” Mrs. Peacock asks in shock
“Oh no,” Sir Bradford chuckles, “I want her alive, but I want her to suffer.”
“I don’t understand.” Mrs. Peacock sits down
“She put my son through hell by making him think Bryce was dead.” Sir Bradford says, “I have come up with a solid plan that leave her with nothing after Hugh is killed.”
“What did you do?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“I blackmailed Hugh.” Sir Bradford smiles
“Blackmail sure runs through this family.” Mrs. Peacock says
“You have no clue.” Sir Bradford says, “I told him that if he doesn’t rewrite his will, I’ll tell Sylvia about the incest with his sister as well as his current affair with Nurse Primrose.”
“She has no clue about the affair?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“I doubt she ever will find out.” Sir Bradford says, “The poor naïve thing.”
-END OF FLASHBACK-
In the Ladies Restroom of the Lilly Funeral Home, Sylvia Black stares at herself in the mirror. Her mascara is dripping into the sink from her tears.
“Oh Hugh, what am I going to do now?” she whispers, “Scott’s missing, Bradford is ruining everything, and you are gone… forever.”
“Mrs. Black,” a small timid voice says from behind her
Mrs. Black turns quickly to see Nurse Florence Primrose.
“Oh, Florence, you startled me.” Mrs. Black wipes her eyes quickly, smearing her makeup even worse.
“I never got to tell you how sorry I am for your loss.” Nurse Primrose says, “Hugh was a wonderful man.”
“You worked closely with him,” Mrs. Black holds her arms as she embraces the young nurse, “We are going to have to be strong.”
“I was wondering if there is anything I can do to help you.” Nurse Primrose says
“Well, it is rather lonely around the mansion.” Sylvia says, “Would you care to keep me company.”
“I’d be honored to.” Nurse Primrose says with a forced smile, “I just want you to know that Hugh loved you with all of his heart.”
“I appreciate that, dear.” Mrs. Black says as the two women exit the restroom.
In his flat, Chandler Weiss sits on his bed while Miss Peach makes lunch in the kitchenette.
“Would you like me to set out the mayonnaise?” she calls from the kitchenette
“That would be nice.” Chandler says, still baffled in confusion of what Miss Peach earlier told him. He stands up and exits his bedroom. He walks into the kitchenette to see Miss Peach cutting the sandwiches diagonally.
“The wheat bread has turkey and the white bread has ham.” Miss Peach points to the platter as the tea kettle begins to whistle.
“Chamomile?” she asks
“Yes, thank you.” Chandler says taking a seat at the table. Afternoon sunlight streams through the windows, “Emily, what day is it?”
“Sunday,” she lies
“I feel like I’ve been asleep much longer.” Chandler says
“It must have been that heavy drinking.” Miss Peach says, “You sure can put away those bourbon shots.”
Chandler picks up the newspaper and quickly checks the date. Sure enough, it is Sunday. Under the main headline alerting of the disappearance of Mrs. Peacock and Scott, he scans the weather forecast.
“The weathermen were wrong.” Chandler says looks up at the cloudless afternoon sky.
“Pardon?” Miss Peach says pouring him a cup of tea
“They said it was going to ran all day.” Chandler says
“We had a little this morning.” Miss Peach says pouring herself some tea.
“I think I’m going to go take an aspirin.” Chandler says holding his head.
“Alright, honey,” Miss Peach smiles at him.
He smiles back and enters his bedroom. He quickly goes over to his nightstand where he grabs his bottle of aspirins when he notices Miss Peach’s bag next to the night stand. He quickly sets down the aspirin and opens the purse to see a bottle wrapped in a white cloth. He unwraps it and chills run down his spine.
“Chloroform.” He whispers
“Did you find the aspirin?” Miss Peach calls from the other room
“Y…yes.” Chandler says placing the bottle and cloth how he found it. He exits his bedroom and bumps into Miss Peach.
“Took you long enough,” Miss Peach giggles, “Let’s eat.”
It is that moment that he sees the mailman putting mail in the flat’s letterbox, alerting him that it is definitely not Sunday.
-Tuesday, April 19, 1949-
-Afternoon-
Outside the Lilly Funeral Home, Mrs. Blanche White leans against the brick wall near the front doors. She is smoking a cigarette. Mr. Reginald Ash comes out and approaches Mrs. White.
“How are you holding up?” asks Mr. Ash
“Hugh was loved by so many people.” Mrs. White says, “I can’t believe he’s dead.”
“We must focus on more pressing matters that are at hand.” Mr. Ash says, “Bradford and John are gaining power over the family.”
“Jet is blindly following in their footsteps.” Mrs. White adds as she flicks her cigarette butt into the bushes
“I think I liked him better when he was rebellious,” Mr. Ash shakes his head sympathetically, “Rather than blindly following.”
“And with Scott missing, I’m not sure Sylvia will be able to handle Bradford.” Mrs. White says
“I think it’s time we stepped up from being lowly servants and protected this family.” Mr. Ash says, “We need to take things into our own hands.”
In the Visitation Room, the Oakwood’s have made their way to Sylvia Black.
“Sylvia, darling, I’m so terribly sorry for your loss.” Lady Elizabeth Oakwood says placing her hand compassionately on Sylvia’s shoulder, “If there is anything you need…”
“No,” Sylvia Black shakes her head, “Thank you but I’ll be fine.”
“Has there been any word on your son’s disappearance?” asks Percival Oakwood. Lady Oakwood shoots a look of disapproval at her son.
“None.” Sylvia says, “Excuse me,” she stands up and covers her face with her handkerchief as she hurries out of the room.
“That is no way to behave, Percival.” Lady Oakwood says
“Elizabeth, please,” Lord Edward Oakwood hushes his wife, “He was only asking out of courtesy.”
“It wasn’t his place to ask.” Lady Oakwood says, “We rehearsed what he was to say and he shouldn’t be improvising the conversation. Remember the last time he improvised a conversation?”
“I’ll never forget.” Lord Oakwood sighs as he rubs his immobile legs.
Julia and Percival Oakwood have managed to slip away from their parents.
“Maybe we shouldn’t tell her.” Julia says placing her hand tenderly on her stomach
“Mom and dad will find out soon enough.” Percival says, “In about two more months you’ll start showing.”
“And what about the father?” asks Julia, “They will ask who the father is.”
“Let me worry about that.” Percival says, “I have every intention of helping you raise this baby.”
Julia embraces her brother.
Across the room, John Boddy and Jet Black sit on the divan.
“It’s a shame you didn’t grow up with Grandpa Bradford, you’d be a lot more prepared for these types of scenarios.” Mr. Boddy says
“What do you mean?” Jet asks with a bit of anger in his voice
“Your father’s murder, your brother’s kidnapping, and all the other things that are sure to follow.” Mr. Boddy says
“What does that have to do with growing up with Grandpa?” Jet asks
“He prepares you for this stuff.” Mr. Boddy says, “I remember when I was ten, he told me about Bryce, Aunt Estelle, and his own wife.”
“What exactly do you know about Bryce?” Jet asks
“Something about your mother tricking your father into believing Bryce was dead in order to get back at Aunt Estelle but your father wouldn’t let Aunt Estelle take the fall so he pretended they were both dead.” Mr. Boddy says
“Shows what you know,” Jet mumbles
“I bet you didn’t realize that Bradford killed his wife.” Mr. Boddy says
Jet turns to him with a look of confusion, “I don’t believe that. Why would he tell you.”
“He didn’t.” Mr. Boddy smirks, “I walked in on it.”
“You are so full of shit.” Jet stands up
“That’s what you thought when your brother told everyone that Mrs. Peacock kidnapped him, now look where he is.” Mr. Boddy stands up as well
“My brother never told me anything! You and Bradford aren’t getting a dime of my father’s money.” Jet shouts, getting the attention of several people around him, “Both of you waltz into our home during our grieving and tell us that my father left everything to Bradford. I’d sooner have you both laying in a coffin than letting you gain access to this family.”
“But you don’t understand,” Mr. Boddy says pulling him to the corner with a whisper, “We already have control over you and your family.”
“Get off of me.” Jet says
“Cooperate with me, Jet.” Mr. Boddy says, “It is true that you may be the sole beneficiary to Hugh’s money if he changed it at the last minute, but you will decline it and hand the money to Bradford.”
“I’d never do that.” Jet says spitefully
“All Bradford has to do is make one phone call,” Mr. Boddy says, “And you’ll never see your brother again.”
Jet’s eyes widen, “You are in on this.”
“Of course I am.” Mr. Boddy says, “Mrs. Peacock was a dumb, paranoid puppet!”
-FLASHBACK- SIX WEEKS AGO-
Mrs. Penelope Peacock is led into the Drawing Room of Blackwell Grange by a tall butler with curly brown hair. She sees Sir Bradford Black sitting on the sofa with Mr. John Boddy. Both are drinking brandy.
“Care for a drink?” the butler asks
“Wadsworth, we would like some privacy.” Sir Bradford Black snaps
“As you wish, sir,” the butler says bowing and exiting the Drawing Room. Mrs. Peacock nervously sits down on the sofa across from Bradford and John.
“What is it that you want?” asks Sir Bradford Black
“I know it’s been a while since I saw you last,” Mrs. Peacock swallows hard
“And each time you see me you ask for a favor.” Sir Bradford Black says interrupting her
“I think you’ll like what I have to offer.” Mrs. Peacock says
“Oh?” Sir Bradford Black says feigning interest
“A generous sum of money for all the help you’ve provided in covering up the deaths of my husbands.” Mrs. Peacock says
“How generous?” asks John Boddy
“My mother is ill.” Mrs. Peacock says, “When she dies I get everything in my family’s fortune. You are entitled to 70% of it.”
“Well why are you here?” asks Sir Bradford Black
“My birth mother is in the picture.” Mrs. Peacock reaches in her purse and pulls out a photograph of Celeste Curry. She hands it to Sir Bradford.
“Estelle,” Sir Bradford Black runs his fingers over the photograph tenderly, “I thought she was dead.”
“So did everyone.” Mrs. Peacock says, “She is going under the name of Celeste Curry. It’s a clever alias. Rearrange the letter of Estelle, drop an ‘l’, and add a ‘c’ to then you get Celeste.”
“She always was clever.” Sir Bradford Black says
“She knows I’m her daughter and one of the terms of the family will is no searching or contact with my birth parents.” Mrs. Peacock says, “I found her by accident, but still, no one would believe that.”
“So you have to kill your mother and your father.” John Boddy concludes, “That’s the only way we’ll get the money.”
“My birth father isn’t in the picture.” Mrs. Peacock says
“On the contrary,” Sir Bradford Black says, “Hugh is your father.”
-END OF FLASHBACK-
“My god,” Jet says with fear and hurt in his eyes
“If you tell anyone, you’ll never see your brother again.” Mr. Boddy says
“And if I keep quiet?” asks Jet
“Once the ransom is paid by your mother, you’ll get him back safe and sound.” Mr. Boddy says
In Paris, Monsieur Alphonse Brunette finishes up the painting of Scott Black. Scott sits nervously on the divan.
“C'est fait. We are done.” Monsieur Brunette says
In the Living Room, Mrs. Penelope Peacock types on a typewriter as Monsieur Brunette leads Scott into the room.
“I’ve just finished.” Mrs. Peacock pulls the paper from the typewriter.
“Read them aloud.” Monsieur Brunette says
“In front of Scott?” asks Mrs. Peacock as she raises an eyebrow
“Oui.” Monsieur Brunette says, “He needs to know we are not playing any games.”
“Sylvia Black,” Mrs. Peacock reads from the paper, “We can go with Plan A or Plan B; either way we’ll get our £70,000. Plan A will entail you to pay the mentioned price by Friday in order to get your son back safe and sound. Plan B will require us to sell him on the black-market for the same mentioned price. You will leave the money in a wooden crate on the Boat Dock of Tudor Close. No police. If there is a single police man on the grounds, your son will not be returned to France faster than you can think. With utmost sincerity, Penelope Peacock.”
Monsieur Brunette goes over to the closet and pulls out a sawn-off shotgun. Scott Black stands still in horror with his mouth hanging open.
“Très bon. I think this will guarantee that we mean business.” Monsieur Brunette says he begins to load bullets inside.
“Once the painting dries, we’ll send this First Class Mail to Hampshire.” Mrs. Peacock says with a smirk
-FLASHBACK- FIVE WEEKS AGO-
Mrs. Penelope Peacock is led into the Drawing Room of Blackwell Grange. She rushes over to Sir Bradford Black who is standing at the fireplace, adjusting the minute hand on the clock above the mantel.
“The plan has altered slightly.” Sir Bradford Black says turning to her
“I gathered.” Mrs. Peacock says
“I plan to take Sylvia down.” Sir Bradford says
“You want her dead too?” Mrs. Peacock asks in shock
“Oh no,” Sir Bradford chuckles, “I want her alive, but I want her to suffer.”
“I don’t understand.” Mrs. Peacock sits down
“She put my son through hell by making him think Bryce was dead.” Sir Bradford says, “I have come up with a solid plan that leave her with nothing after Hugh is killed.”
“What did you do?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“I blackmailed Hugh.” Sir Bradford smiles
“Blackmail sure runs through this family.” Mrs. Peacock says
“You have no clue.” Sir Bradford says, “I told him that if he doesn’t rewrite his will, I’ll tell Sylvia about the incest with his sister as well as his current affair with Nurse Primrose.”
“She has no clue about the affair?” asks Mrs. Peacock
“I doubt she ever will find out.” Sir Bradford says, “The poor naïve thing.”
-END OF FLASHBACK-
In the Ladies Restroom of the Lilly Funeral Home, Sylvia Black stares at herself in the mirror. Her mascara is dripping into the sink from her tears.
“Oh Hugh, what am I going to do now?” she whispers, “Scott’s missing, Bradford is ruining everything, and you are gone… forever.”
“Mrs. Black,” a small timid voice says from behind her
Mrs. Black turns quickly to see Nurse Florence Primrose.
“Oh, Florence, you startled me.” Mrs. Black wipes her eyes quickly, smearing her makeup even worse.
“I never got to tell you how sorry I am for your loss.” Nurse Primrose says, “Hugh was a wonderful man.”
“You worked closely with him,” Mrs. Black holds her arms as she embraces the young nurse, “We are going to have to be strong.”
“I was wondering if there is anything I can do to help you.” Nurse Primrose says
“Well, it is rather lonely around the mansion.” Sylvia says, “Would you care to keep me company.”
“I’d be honored to.” Nurse Primrose says with a forced smile, “I just want you to know that Hugh loved you with all of his heart.”
“I appreciate that, dear.” Mrs. Black says as the two women exit the restroom.
In his flat, Chandler Weiss sits on his bed while Miss Peach makes lunch in the kitchenette.
“Would you like me to set out the mayonnaise?” she calls from the kitchenette
“That would be nice.” Chandler says, still baffled in confusion of what Miss Peach earlier told him. He stands up and exits his bedroom. He walks into the kitchenette to see Miss Peach cutting the sandwiches diagonally.
“The wheat bread has turkey and the white bread has ham.” Miss Peach points to the platter as the tea kettle begins to whistle.
“Chamomile?” she asks
“Yes, thank you.” Chandler says taking a seat at the table. Afternoon sunlight streams through the windows, “Emily, what day is it?”
“Sunday,” she lies
“I feel like I’ve been asleep much longer.” Chandler says
“It must have been that heavy drinking.” Miss Peach says, “You sure can put away those bourbon shots.”
Chandler picks up the newspaper and quickly checks the date. Sure enough, it is Sunday. Under the main headline alerting of the disappearance of Mrs. Peacock and Scott, he scans the weather forecast.
“The weathermen were wrong.” Chandler says looks up at the cloudless afternoon sky.
“Pardon?” Miss Peach says pouring him a cup of tea
“They said it was going to ran all day.” Chandler says
“We had a little this morning.” Miss Peach says pouring herself some tea.
“I think I’m going to go take an aspirin.” Chandler says holding his head.
“Alright, honey,” Miss Peach smiles at him.
He smiles back and enters his bedroom. He quickly goes over to his nightstand where he grabs his bottle of aspirins when he notices Miss Peach’s bag next to the night stand. He quickly sets down the aspirin and opens the purse to see a bottle wrapped in a white cloth. He unwraps it and chills run down his spine.
“Chloroform.” He whispers
“Did you find the aspirin?” Miss Peach calls from the other room
“Y…yes.” Chandler says placing the bottle and cloth how he found it. He exits his bedroom and bumps into Miss Peach.
“Took you long enough,” Miss Peach giggles, “Let’s eat.”
It is that moment that he sees the mailman putting mail in the flat’s letterbox, alerting him that it is definitely not Sunday.