I am summoned to the drawing room, along with the other suspects.
“I have cracked the case,” proclaims the doyen of deduction, gesturing with his briar pipe. “I know who shot Dr. Underwood, why the pentagram was scrawled on the library door, and exactly what motivated the murder.”
My mouth is dry, my palms clammy. I feel lightheaded. Exposure and arrest and gaol seem inevitable.
“However,” he continues, beginning to sway, “I must warn you that the perpetrator has access to a supply of cyanide, so we must all—”
He staggers, drops his pipe, and falls to the floor. Just in time.
An excellent take on this
Great story! I could visualize the scene and feel the murderer’s anxiety.
Clever and well written.
Nicely done!
Got my imagination going.
Enjoyable and nicely written.
Crisp!
Loved it!
Oh yes, and don’t we sometimes this really happens in a crime drama. Nice one!