Without a Clue  
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Who's the victim, what weapon was used, where was it done, who's the killer?

Without a Clue

There'd been a late summer party held at Fawcett Hall which lay someway
outside of The City, out in the countryside in the district of Meadowside. The
parties at Fawcett Hall were always special events and all the important, the
good, the old & bold and the well-connected of the Meadowside District, were
invited. Plus a few naughty people! With every social gathering like this
there were the people you 'had to' invite and then there were the friends and
people you wanted to invite. Finally, there were those people that you knew
you couldn't help but invite, even if you knew what they were like. But then
again this was a party, so you might as well invite them as they could add a
bit of extra fun, a bit of spice, after all this was a party!

Fawcett Hall and the Fawcett family were well known in the area, John Fawcett
was very much the 'Lord of the Manor' his family had been here for generations
going back to the days of King, whoever it was. John was the local Magistrate,
a bit of a snob like that. He was also Chairman of dozen different social
groups, hunting, fishing and shooting clubs, that sort of thing, and of course
he was president of the golf club. A man with an eye for the 'fillies', either
a good horse or a sporty young woman, also a well performing mare will do!

Then there was Edith Fawcett, John's wife and 'Lady of the Manor', so to
speak. She also threw herself into the country life, keeping herself busy with
being chairwoman of the district Women's Institute, organising the Country
Fete, the area Best Garden competition and District Flower show. She also
liked to keep herself busy with a younger man, Peter had been a favourite of
hers, but there were also other sweet buds to pick, like Henry, Peters younger
brother!

Next where the Fawcett children, the eldest was Felicity Fawcett, a young
woman of privilege, who's had all the 'proper' schooling and upbringing. When
'told to toe the line' she could just about be charming, delightful and a
young woman of style and class. But for the rest of the time she had a
'rebellious' streak in her, the one in the family getting closer and closer to
being out of control!

Lastly there was the twins, Adam and Dora Fawcett. Adam was the only boy in
the family and 'heir' to all this, so maybe his Sister disliked that? He was
the quiet one, never in trouble, never in the limelight, quiet, cute and shy
and now he was the ideal 'target' for some of the more, 'full on', flirty and
overt women that where friends of the Fawcett family. Adam was now a lad to be
noticed, tempted and maybe enjoyed!

His twin Sister Dora was defiantly not the shy type, she was a schoolgirl who
knew how to use her 'charms', a little temptress, who took her pickings form
those that came to these parties and use her skills fully! The girl who could
lure a weak man, a husband, into her room and with the help of the camera in
her teddy bear on the side and positioned just right, would put her oral
skills into practice! The deed done, the 'evidence' caught on camera and the
man's name went in her little red book, then a few days later the blackmail of
another of her 'benefactors' would begin. The man wouldn't want his wife to
know what he'd been up to with the schoolgirl would he? Dora was the one with
a head for business, and what a 'head' for business it was!

So, this is the Fawcett family and their parties were just as charismatic,
charming, enjoyable, exciting, even naught as they were! But maybe that goes
to show the Meadowside District wasn't the quiet, slow county bumkin area that
some might at first think it was! (Reader may wish to read the previous
stories about Meadowside District - The Quiet County Life, Red Barn Bout, Vote
for Me, Party at The Hall, A Special New Year's Party & Puppy Training).

So, at The Hall, as it was known locally, the party was a great success, as
always. John was getting interested in a new mare and filly that had arrived
in the area. This was a well-groomed Mother and Daughter who both appeared to
have the stamina and strength to handle a good riding session and apparently
the both of them liked to ride a horse too! John had been introduced to these
two in the Ballroom and had arranged a private little canter around the estate
with each of them later that week.

Edith had also had a lucrative evening, she'd had a chat with Peter, but the
younger Henry had given her a bit more, some hot passion, the kind she liked.
She'd also noticed another new arrival to the area. A nice young buck, here
with his parents, that looked as if he'd perform well in her own little stud
stable! She'd managed to bump into him in an empty Billiard room, where they
'talked' and her early thoughts about how he'd 'fit in well' were proven
right!

Felicity played the dutiful daughter to start with, she was nice, polite and
conversational with all the important, elderly guests and with those of with
influence and status. Then when she'd done her 'duty' and got bored of all
that, she'd grabbed a bottle of bourbon, got drunk, kissed everyone and then
just got stupid.

Elsewhere and Adam had been cornered by Mrs Parson's, Reverend Parsons wife,
she knew it was very wrong, but couldn't keep her naughty hands, wicked mouth
and sinful tongue off this cute boy. She couldn't save the boy or herself, so
she might just as well enjoy it! Then later in the Library the boy had been
cornered for a second time, this time by Mrs Stratton the Doctors wife and
nurse at the surgery. She thought an examination of Adam was need, as if what
the reverends wife had said was to be believed, this needed to be
investigated. But there was defiantly nothing wrong with this boy's 'swelling'
and her nursing skills were put to good use getting that 'swelling' down!

Dora's time at the party was spent mostly in the background, her way of
getting the right attention, and the school uniform always helped. Walking
around near to where the party food was laid out, where everyone would be at
some time, where she'd catch some married man's eye. Then soon, he'd follow
her upstairs to her room. The camera in the teddy bear ready to record
everything, like the blowjob being given to Dr Stratton, and after that his
name went into her little red book. Her next trip down to the Dining Room,
where the food was laid out also got her noticed, but this time as she went up
the stairs to her room it was Mrs Kilburn one of the horsy type women from the
local stables, that had noticed her and followed. The schoolgirl sighed,
shrugged her shoulders, no point switching on the camera, 'might as well just
get on with it', and Mrs Kilburn was already smiling as she made her way up
the stairs.

It was the early hours of the morning and there were still some guests
scattered around Fawcett Hall, enjoying the latter, more private part of the
party. It was at this time that the two members of the local constabulary
payed a normal visit to The Hall. A regular look around the ground to make
sure everything was OK; well John Fawcett was a local Magistrate so it was
only proper that the local law enforcement should looked after him.

The two offices, a new, young male Constable, PC 716 Brown and a more
experience and older female Sergeant, Sgt 069 Black, took their look around.
They knew about the party so kept out the way, walking around the outside of
the house just checking everything was ... ... ! As they turned around the
corner of the house, to where the large open patio area was the two police
officers came across a sight they didn't expect, not even here at Fawcett
Hall.

The patio area was set out with tables and chairs for guests to enjoy the
evening air outside. But there was something else here, three men laid out on
the floor and by the looks of it they were all. 'past their sell by date!'
Around the men where three women all of whom looked guilty of something! It
seemed as if there had been a murder here at Fawcett Hall, well three, PC
Brown immediately went over and arrested the three women, all of whom denied
everything, 'they were all innocent, it was all a mistake!' Sgt Black called
this in, time to get a detective here, time to solve a murder, sorry three
murders!

Thing's moved quickly, Inspector Grey was soon at The Hall, the area had been
tapped off and all those that were still at the party were waiting in the
Ballroom to be questioned, the Fawcett family were in the Study and the
'suspects', all of whom were still saying they'd just strolled out onto the
patio and found the three dead men the same time the police turned up. These
three ladies where all in the Library.

Inspector Grey had his walk around, was briefed on all those involved by the
female Sgt, and given a room by room guild to the hall by PC Brown. Grey put
his eye over the 'crime' scene, but it was obvious the dead men's bodies had
all been moved there after the crime had been committed, but from where and by
who.

Everyone was brought in one at a time into the Billiard room for the Inspector
to talk to, to find out who was where and with who. Being Fawcett Hall some of
the answers to who was with who, did make the Inspectors eyes widen a bit!
With all those interviews done, with the reports on all the victims having
come through over the radio and after talking to the police doctor. Who was in
a bit of dilemma as the men's bodies where all badly marked, mangled, bruised,
battered, torn and scuffed that he couldn't rightly make a judgment as to
which injury was the cause of death? The Inspector was also shown a group of
objects that could have been used to inflict the injuries. Anyone of these
could have been used to finish each of the men off!

Inspector Grey sat down and thought it all through, he had a list of those
murdered, there was Colonel Mustard, the Reverend Green and Professor Plum.
There was a number of rooms that they could have been murdered in, the Dining
Room, the Lounge, the Kitchen, Study and Hall. As well as the Billiard Room,
the Conservatory, the Ballroom, the Library, and finally the Cellar. And of
course, there was the three women, the suspects that had been found over the
dead men's bodies, all of whom still said they hadn't done it. There was a
seductive looking Miss Scarlett, a mature, elegant Mrs Peacock and a firm and
assertive looking Mrs White.

Suspect Ms Scarlett was quite an attractive woman with long red hair and was
in her mid 20's. She was tall, with a stunning figure, shapely, with curves in
all the right places. All seductively wrapped up in a long strapless red
dress, with long splits down the sides for her long legs to move freely and to
be seen.

Suspect Mrs White, was good looking in her own way, with short fair hair and
in her mid 30's. She was the shortest of the women but a firm, fit, toned
woman, small, sturdy and tough, all in one. Dressed in shoes, bright blue
trousers and a sleeveless white blouse, that showed her petite, full, fit body
off.

Suspect Mrs Peacock, with her noticeable older woman looks, was a brunette in
her late 40's. She was sophisticated, stylish, a woman of class. But still
with a strong female body, still desirable, still sexy and wearing a dress of
blue, green and with gold trim, chic, mature and showing off just how good she
looked.

The Inspectors three suspects where quite a sight. Then lastly there was a
collection of potential 'weapons' that had been found scattered round the
floor near to where the dead bodies had laid. There was a dagger, a piece of
lead pipe, a spanner, an ornate candlestick, a revolver, that hadn't been fire
but still could have been use to hit someone and finally there was a length of
rope.

So, all the Inspector now had to do was work out who killed who, in what room
and using which of the objected found. Couldn't be that difficult could it.
But this wasn't a game, this was real and needed to be solved, here and now.

The first victim was Colonel Mustard, the inspector had found out that this
man was as his title suggested a military man. But there'd been some scandals
in his military career, somethings that had 'gone wrong' and it was down to
him. The Inspector didn't have all the fact on this one, but he had an idea,
that there had been a cover up here, after one too many scandals, the 'old
boy' network having paved the way for the man to 'retire' early and save the
honour of the regiment, that sort of thing.

Although Colonel Mustard was retired, he'd not lost his soldiering skills and
was still a fit, tough, strong man. In his 50's, but it would take someone
with some equal, better skill to take this tall, sturdy man down, and put him
down, but who? But also, the Inspector had found out something else, all three
of his suspects had a connection with the Colonel and a reason to find his
sudden death something to smile about.

Ms Scarlett's father had served with Colonel Mustard many years ago and there
had been an 'incident.' The blame had been Mustard's but somehow it was
Scarlett's Father that had been 'found' responsible. Mustard had got
promotion, moved on, out the way and Ms Scarlett's Father had been court
martialled, then dismissed from the Army. Bad times lay ahead for Scarlett's
Father after that, he was a broken man and when she found out the truth, she
vowed she'd break Mustard for this!

Mrs White had had a Brother who'd also served with Mustard some years ago when
the Colonel was just a Lieutenant. There was an 'accident' on a firing range
that Mustard had planned, Mrs White's Brother had been badly injured, there
was a medical discharge and then years of pain, misery and depression
followed. The Brother hadn't had the best of anything after the accident and
Mrs White blamed Mustard for this and how it affected her Brother, she'd sworn
he'd pay for this!

Mrs Peacock's son had joined the army and served in Mustards regiment when he
was just a Captain. Unfortunately, there'd been yet another 'incident' where a
young soldier, the Son of Mrs Peacock had met his demise. There was a mix up
of live and blank ammunition on an exercise controlled by Mustard, a mix up
that should never had occurred. It was another incident in the Colonel's less
than colourful career and Mrs Peacock said she'd not rest until Mustard had
paid 'fully' for his mistake!

So, Inspector Grey had his suspects and he had motives, so maybe ... ... ...
... !

Maybe it happened like this ... ... Had Ms Scarlett at the party found herself
looking for Colonel Mustard, knowing tonight could be her chance to take her
revenge on the man for what he'd done to her Father. It had gone midnight when
the woman in her red dress had seen the Colonel go into the Study here at
Fawcett Hall. Ms Scarlett saw her opportunity and after a quick look around to
make sure no one was watching as she slipped unseen into the Study too.

There was the Colonel helping himself to a drop of one of John Fawcett's
quality brandy's. Mustard had turned to see who had also come in and stood
there, maybe he recognised something in the woman's face that remined him of
someone he once knew. Or was it just the look on her cold, attractive face
that made him stop, stare as she got up close to him and, WHACK! SMACK!

Walking up to the man with that slight bemused look of his face the woman had
thrown her leg out and around, Sending her foot with the red high heeled shoe
swinging around and driving into the side of the Colonel's face. Instantly
followed up by her opposite clenched fist driving into the other side of his
head. The man shook and was knocked down, he turned and dropped face down onto
the desk in front of him, the woman dropped her elbow down onto the back of
his head CRUNCH! Making his body jolt with the agony it brought. But Mustard
knew his friend John had a gun here in the desk, an old army service revolver
given to him surprising by the Colonel himself. Still able to think like a
soldier, Mustard's hand went to the draw, yanked it open so he could grab that
revolver.

By Ms Scarlett saw this, saw the weapon and thought it appropriate this
soldier was going to met his end with a gun! But she beat him to it, grabbing
the revolver by its barrel and, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She brought the handle of
the weapon down onto the man's head and then the rest of his body, she 'pistol
whipped' him. The woman slammed her open hand into the back of Mustard's head,
holding his still face down on that desk and she again and again brought the
solid handle end of the revolver. Down into his body, pounding him with one of
his own guns, where was the irony in that!

The Colonel's leg gave way as she carried on hammering him violently, his body
slipped now and stopped juddering and shaking, but still Ms Scarlett pounded
the gun into him. Smashing him with it until she was finally satisfied that
the man would not get up after she released his head and he finally slipped
down to the Study floor. When she did finally let go and his body did indeed
end up on the floor, in a heap, he was still, very still and all that was left
was for Ms Scarlett to wipe the revolver of her prints, check her hair was
still good and move the body through the Study's French windows and dump it
out on the patio!

But maybe it happened like this ... ... Had Mrs White seen her chance to get
her revenge on the Colonel when she'd noticed him head off towards the Cellar.
Knowing that Mustard liked a drop of 'vino' and that John Fawcett had a very
well stocked Cellar the man had made his way down there to see if he could
find something a bit special! Having wound his way down the stairs to the
bottom, he'd found a very nice bottle, so was making his way up the creaky
wooden stairs when suddenly the light was blocked out.

Mustard looked up to see the outline of someone, a woman, there at the top of
the stairs, a bit confused he stared and as his eyes got use to the light and
he could make out the face there was something in this woman's eye's that told
him 'beware, enemy!' Mrs White took a couple of steps down the stairs and
before Mustard could ... ... , WHACK! There was a flash of blue as her leg
flew out and her shoe, her foot was at the right place and height to go
straight forwards and into Colonel Mustard's face. Blood splattered out as the
hard blow stunned him, caught him out and sent him flying backwards, off the
stairs. He went through the air and dropped on his back down on the solid
concrete floor of the Cellar.

Mrs White made her was down to the bottom of the stairs, down into the Cellar
and up to where the Colonel was now lying on the floor there, hurt, dazed
confused and at her mercy. The woman placed her foot on the Colonel's throat
stepped up, pushing her foot down and walked over him. Mrs White had seen a
toolbox over on the other side of the man. She reached down and picked up a
spanner she'd see there on the top of the toolbox.

She turned and could see although he was hurt the Colonel was still a soldier,
a fighter and even though he was hurt he was trying to push himself upwards.
Mrs White strolled over, looked down at the man, she grinned, enjoying seeing
him, the big strong man who was now in trouble, and WALLOP! CRASH! THUD!

That spanner in Mrs White's hand came crashing down, she hit Mustard, hard
across the side of his head, then she raised her arm again and again pounding
the metal object across his face. Again, and again she struck him, beating
him, his head, face, body with the spanner, driving the cold metal into him
until he was no longer moving. Until his body gave up and the soldier finally
surrendered to his fate! It probably took a bit of effort to get the man's
still body up the Cellar stairs, out through the Hall, making sure no one saw
her and out to the patio area where she could drop his body off there. But Mrs
White was a strong, determined woman, to see this man meet his fate!

Of course, she'd have wiped her prints off the spanner with that old dirty
rage that was next to the toolbox, after all no one wants to get caught, do
they?

Or maybe it happened like this ... ... Maybe Mrs Peacock had planned this some
time ago, she already knew Mustard, only to talk to at these kinds of events.
But after all you don't expect you 'friends' to turn on you do you. So maybe
Mrs Peacock had out manoeuvred the soldier, never expecting someone, he knew
to turn on him. So, around midnight there were fireworks, as they were about
to start and everyone was making for the Conservatory to get a good view a
note was passed to Colonel Mustard. It simply said 'meet me in the Ballroom.'

Mustard thought he was onto a good thing and slipped away from the rest of the
guests, the Ballroom was empty as everyone was watching the display from the
Conservatory. As he walked in the room, 'Hmmm, no one here, strange!' Then
from behind him, THUD! Mrs Peacock had been stood behind the door, waiting,
and as Mustard had entered, walked a number of steps inside, stopped and was
stood there with his back to her, she struck.

The woman leaped forwards, spun herself around in an athletic move, showing
off some of her old gymnastic skills, as she went around, she brought a leg
up, making her colourful dress twirled around too. She sent her foot, her
elegant party outfit shoe into the small of the man's back. Making sure her
sharp high heel went deep in the right place in his spine, hurting him as much
as she could. The blow sent electric agonising pain through his back and body.

The soldier had been caught out by the ambush and was down on his knees, he
managed to turn his body, even though it was painful, and there was shock on
his face as he looked up to see Mrs Peacock, someone he knew! That look was
priceless to the woman, she liked it, CRACK! This was immediately followed by
a surprising strong, forceful and driving fist from the older woman into the
shocked man's face, Blood splattered out as she struck again, again and again.
Having taken him by surprise, she now hurt him as much as she could, making
sure he'd never get back up off his knees!

But more was to follow for Mustard, his face hurt and was already swollen, as
the blows that Peacock had landed where hard, painful, stunning blows. The man
couldn't remember being hit that hard before, even by a man! But there was a
pause that allowed him to blink quickly wipe the blood from his eyes and 'OH!'
That was the last image he saw, one of the woman he knew stood there in front
of him holding up high a large solid silver candlestick and then, as if it
lasted a long time he just watched as she brought it down. Down onto the man,
there was a bust of the utmost pain for him, then it all went dark!

With the fireworks still going it gave her enough time to wipe the candlestick
and drag the body out to the patio.

Maybe Colonel Mustard had met his end in one of these ways? But now there was
another victim to look into ... ...

The next victim was Reverend Green, and the inspector had found out that there
was a lot more to this victim than meets the eye. He wasn't the local man of
the church, far from it, that was most certainly still the Reverend Parsons,
and Green wasn't a man with any church at this time. But he was a local man,
for one of the nearby villages, and a man with a dubious past. He was now 39
but had only 'found' God and become a Reverend in the last few years, while in
prison!

In his youth, Green had always been in trouble, first skipping school,
steeling little bits here and there, then robbery, and thrift with violence,
before he moved to The City and become an even nastier criminal. But during
his last stink inside prison, he'd found God and 'changed!' And now he was
back here where he grew up to try and make amends for his bad past, that's was
what some people said, others said he'd never changed! And all the three
suspects had been on the receiving end of his earlier bad criminal past.

Mrs White had had her home robbed many years ago when the 'Reverend' was just
a young little toe rag, he and two other kids had broken into her home,
ransacked it, broken precious items, robbed her. But they were all too young
to prosecute, so the police just gave the 'boy's a warning', that was it.
Years later, when they'd all grown up and Green's friends had both suffered
'accidents,' fatal ones, which just left Green. Mrs White had a long
unforgiving memory, no one does something like that to her and gets away with
it, No One!

Mrs Peacock's introduction to Green was when he was a teenager who thought he
was the hardest one around. A 'tough 'man', if that's the words you could use
to describe this low life. Green had been in a local pub, got drunk started a
fight and ended up beating up an innocent bystander. Beating them so bad they
would never be the same person again; this was Mrs Peacock's cousin and as no
witness' came forwards nothing could be done against Green, the bully! But Mrs
Peacock hadn't forgotten, and revenge would be hers, no matter how long it
took!

Ms Scarlett's connection to the 'Reverend' Green was through her Aunt who
while Green was in The City had met a woman, wormed his way into her life
moved in and brought the woman down. He'd stolen from her, beat her, abused
her, got her to use drug and made her life hell. Ms Scarlett's Aunt was a
broken woman thanks to Green, then years of counselling, rehab and depression
followed for the woman. Finally, Scarlett's Aunt was getting back to who she
used to be, but Ms Scarlett promised her Aunt 'someone' would pay for this,
and a promise is a promise!

So, finding all this out the Inspector had his suspicious and he had his
suspects, so maybe ... ... ... ... !

Maybe it happened like this ... ... Had Mrs White, found out Green was back,
she obviously wouldn't believe he'd 'found God', who would, so she planned to
'bump' into him at some point. In fact, it was Mrs White who had mentioned to
the real local Reverend, Reverend Parson's that Green was back in the area.
This had led to Reverend Parson doing the Christian thing by getting the
former sinner turned good invited to the party. So now Mrs White had her
opportunity!

During the party, sometime close to midnight and Reverend Green was spied by a
closely watching Mrs White, making his way towards the Lounge. The woman
followed, there was only a couple in the room who Mrs White informed that John
Fawcett was looking for them, so there eagerly went to find the 'Lord of the
manor.' This now left just Green and White in the room! The doors closer and
the woman moved in close, coming behind Green who hadn't seen any of this as
he was leant over a display cabinet, examining a valuable collection of
knives, daggers and swords. One of John Fawcett hobbies collecting these rear,
expensive items.

Mrs White was now behind the man, the expression on his face was just how the
'old', thieving, criminal Green would have looked, as he cased his next job,
then, CRACK! The woman, twisted herself, turned sharply brought her leg up,
hooked it and drove her knee hard into his back. Sending a shocking pain
through his back, she grabbed hold of him and struck a second and third time
so his legs wobble and he stumbled. As his body shock, and his legs gave way,
the woman now threw her arm around his neck. Now she had hold, a firm hold
around his neck, so her strong firm arm could tightened around his throat. She
tightened it to scare, hurt and choke the man.

Mrs White flipped open the glass lid of the display cabinet. As it came up
Green could she who was behind him, who had a hold of him in the reflection of
the glass. Mrs White could also see the look on his face, and she grinned.
Then reaching into the cabinet she pulled out one of the daggers and, THUD!
She plunged it into the man's chest with her free hand. Still staring him out
in that reflection and now smiling at the look of terror now on him face.

It was short and sharp, for the Reverend Green that it, but he knew what
happened to him, saw who did it and that pleased Mrs White. The dagger was
withdrawn, and Mrs White let Green's body slip down to the floor of the
lounge. Still smiling the woman wiped the dagger, can't have her figure prints
on it! She now dragged the man's body towards the French windows so she could
dump him out on the patio. Mrs White was satisfied she'd probably prevent a
burglary; that Green was obviously planning and settled an old score, all at
the same time.

But maybe it happened like this ... ... Did Mrs Peacock notice how the
Reverend Green was moving from room to room, looking, studying, remembering
the layout of Fawcett Hall. The location of doors, windows and what was in
each room, what was valuable and worth stealing? Mrs Peacock also noticed when
one of the other guests, having had a bit too much to drink accidently knocked
into the man who'd recently found 'God!' And there is was that look in his eye
as if he was about to lash out and hurt the man, but he didn't, but it was a
close thing, maybe Green hadn't changed his ways. Of course, he hadn't and Mrs
Peacock knew that.

The woman watched as he made his way down towards the Kitchen area, making
sure he wasn't seen, or so he thought. Down the steps, Mrs Peacock went to the
Kitchen, she stopped at the bottom of the steps and watched. Green had his
back to her, it looked as if he was checking how secure the back door was! Mrs
Peacock leaned over grabbed onto a heavy old-style saucepan, lifted it and
then threw it, with some force at the man checking out the security of the
rear tradesman's door, THUD! It landed squarely in the middle of his back,
making Green shudder and quickly, but painfully, turn to see Mrs Peacock now
walking across the kitchen to him. When she got closer, WHACK!

Reverend Green went crashing backwards into the door, the blow that'd gone
striking across his face had a lot of power behind it, CRACK! So, did that
fist that drove across for the other side, SMASH! After that more strike
followed, Mrs Peacock let loose with a torrid of hits to Greens face, beating
the man hard and showing him what a real bully could do! Hitting him some
more, which was somewhat enjoyable for the woman, the man's legs where shaky
and almost about to give up. But the woman wasn't finished yet!

Peacock reached over and grabbed onto an old piece of rope that was laying
over a couple of vegetable boxes that had been brought in from the Hall's own
gardens out at the back. Mrs Peacock reached out, grabbed Green spun the hurt,
disorientated man around, flicked the rope around his neck and, UUUHHHH!

Her leg came up and she drove her knee into the small of his back, at the same
time pulling down with both ends of the rope that lay across his throat, and
she pulled back, hard. Green's arms flapped around but Mrs Peacock had
weakened him and she was just too strong. Slowly, painfully and scarily she
chocked, strangled, throttled him. The rope drained the life out of the
Reverend Green and it wasn't long before Mrs Peacock was getting his limp body
out of the kitchen and over to the patio area, out of the way. And of course,
the rope got wiped of prints, the woman didn't want anyone thinking it was her
who'd done this after all!

Or maybe it happened like this ... ... Maybe Ms Scarlett had waited for just
the right moment but it had been difficult after all there was quite a few
people here at the Hall for the party. But then again no one else was looking
to murder someone, were they! Ms Scarlett was a bit frustrated as it came up
to midnight, she already missed a couple of chances to do the dead, but
someone had walked in just at the wrong moment, 'Dame!'

But now here in the Dining Room, this could be the chance she'd been waiting
for! There were a few people there in the room enjoy the food laid on, and
they had their backs to the Reverend Green who was on the far side looking
interestingly at some miniature portraits on the wall there. 'Was he casing
the joint?' With the backs of the other guest and Green to her no one saw the
woman as she crept up behind the Reverend and, SMACK! The woman brought a lump
of metal down cross the back of Green's head, stunning the man and making him
stagger uncontrol ably across the room towards the open French windows that
lead out into the gardens.

The piece of lead pipe had been in Ms Scarlett's small but stylish handbag,
she'd found it earlier when nosing around in the Cellar thinking she'd see one
of the men she was 'interested' in head that way, but she hadn't found him.
But that pipe had cracked Green's head hard, blood ran down his face as the
hurt man staggered uncontrollably towards the open doors. As he got there the
woman in red was on him. She grabbed onto the large decorative curtain, pulled
on it and throw it across the opening as she went pass, and so hiding them.
Now if anyone had turned around or now came into the room wouldn't see them,
only a closed curtain.

Hidden by the curtain, Ms Scarlett could now carry on with her attack on the
man who supposedly found 'God!' WHACK! She brought the lead pipe again down
across his head which made him drop in agony down onto one knee. Then just as
quickly she was on him again, her hand grapping onto the back of his head, as
she drove his face, hard and fast down into the ground outside that French
windows. Pounding his ugly mug into the gravel floor there, hurting him,
making him suffer even more.

Then the piece of lead pipe came down again and again, she could now slam the
metal into Green without being seen, hammering the piece down until the
Reverend had stopped moving. The woman, smiled, composed herself, got her
breath back, wiped the pipe with an old rage she'd also picked up from the
Cellar and was about to drag the body away to a quitter area where she could
dump him!

Maybe the Reverend Green had 'met his maker' in one of these ways, maybe? But
there was also one last victim to look into ... ...

The last victim was Professor Plum, and Grey had also found out some
interesting things about this one. And it looked as if the Inspectors three
suspects also knew this man too, they each had their own reasons for wanting
his demise! The Professor was a real enough academic, who'd studied at some of
the country's top institutes, worked within some leading, forward-thinking
companies and with the right funding, he was on the verge of making some
significant breakthroughs ... ... Well that's what he told a lot of people!

If the money kept on coming in, it paid for his research, paid his wages, and
paid for lots of scientific conferences, 'holidays' abroad. That was the joy
of being a Professor, a thinking man, a scientist and investor. All you had to
do was talk to the right people, get their money and you could do as little
work as possible and just say, 'we're almost there, we just need more
funding!' Or just say the Governments pulled their half of the funding, always
good to blame someone else! And it was that easy for the Professor to become a
bit of a 'con man!'

Mrs Peacock had invested substantial money into a fund, backing a project of
Plum's, it was all quite 'hush hush', secret work. Then the investment group
'lost' their money, as 'Government funding had been pulled', but no one could
question what'd happened! But Mrs Peacock had 'way's of finding things out and
everything lead back to one person, Professor Plum. Peacock got friendly with
an assistant of Plum's, a sweet little redhead, and when cuddling in bed, the
young female would reveal to her older lover some of Plum's more dubious
working practices!

Ms Scarlett, when she was at University was part of a group of research
students working on one of Plum's projects. But she thought something wasn't
right with this, it didn't make complete sense; she was a very bright student,
and then suddenly the project was shut down. Some students, including
Scarlett's younger Sister were accused of tampering with the work, producing
false results. An investigation followed that blame the students, who were
kicked out of the University with their future careers all in ruin, including
Ms Scarlett Sister!

Mrs White's story was similar, she'd been shown around one of Plum's
laboratory as part of an investment group, but later the development project
was cancelled, and all the money had been lost. Mrs White had been so
impressed with what she'd seen and given so many assurances she'd even got her
own family, friends to join it. So, when it all went down hill there was a lot
of people looking in Mrs White's direction and they weren't happy! Some years
later Mrs White had come across exactly the 'same' project that Plum was again
running, her suspicions where now raised!

Again, Inspector Grey had his obvious suspects for all this, so maybe ... ...
... ... !

Maybe it happened like this ... ... Had Mrs Peacock seen the Professor at the
party and had her revenge, she would have known who he was and as the party
had gone kept an eye on him. Looking, waiting for her chance, and then it
came, her chance! Professor Plum had been talking to some of the other guests,
and as Mrs Peacock had guested, he'd been 'working the room' seeing who he
could get to 'invest' into his latest project of work!

Plum moved to the Library, to see what subject matter John Fawcett had, what
he's interested in, then the Professor might come up with a new 'project' John
could 'invest' in! The library was empty as Mrs Peacock walked in, apart from
the Professor of course, so that was good for the woman, she could put her
plan into action. Plums was over on the far side of the room examining some
books on the shelves there. Peacock stood with her back to the door, leant
back and closed it. There was a loud clicking sound and Plum somehow knew he
needed to turn to see who was there.

There was an older, elegant woman there in a stylish dress who was walking
across the room towards him. He thought for a moment he might recognised her
and as she pasted a nearby table, her hand reached out grabbed onto a book
there and tossed it over to the man. Professor Plum instinctively caught the
book, looked down at it 'Murder at the Hall' was the title, he looked back up
at the woman who was coming his way and, WHACK!

As the Professors eyes came up from the book all he saw was the woman there
close in front of him and then out the corner of his eye, there was her leg
coming around and then the pain as her foot, shoe struck the side of his face.
Plum's body shuddered and wobbled, WHACK! Another hard swivel kick and the
older woman dropped the man down onto one knee, Mrs Peacock could now get even
closer to the man, she took a step forward, looked down at his, ginned,
smirked and then, SMACK! CRACK! THUD!

The woman's fists rained down into Professor Plum, Mrs Peacock was going to
enjoy this bit, take pleasure in her revenge as she pummelled his head, face
with even more hard hitting stronger, older female fists. When his face was
bloody and swollen, she stopped, reached over to the mantelpiece over the
fireplace picked up a quite solid looking candlestick and, WALLOP!

The strike was devastating, for Plum that is, his body shock, as the solid
object struck him, then he dropped into a still heap at the woman's feet, job
done! All that was left was to quickly wipe the candlestick, well Peacock
didn't want to get accused of anything did she? Then all that was left was to
drag the man's body out the way and dump it.

But maybe it happened like this ... ... Did Ms Scarlett recognise Professor
Plum as she moved around the party enjoying herself and then seeing him, did
she think to herself that the 'fun' had only just started? After the firework
display the guests who'd gone to the Conservatory to watch all the fun had now
returned back inside the main house. The Conservatory was empty, well apart
from Professor Plum who'd been talking to Ms Scarlett throughout the display,
telling her about his latest rocket project.

The man had thought he'd recognised her, but then again, he'd came across so
many people in his attempts to fund his projects, to relieve people of their
money. Scarlett turned to face the man, she grinned, Plum stopped midsentence
as he now recognised the face. The now slightly older face a student from some
years ago that had worked for him. Then he remembered, it all came back to
him, 'Shit!'

Out of her small purse the woman produced a dagger, one she'd removed earlier
from a display cabinet in the Lounge. The man saw this, tried to turn to get
away, escape, but, SMACK! Ms Scarlett's free hand came around and struck the
man in such a way that this stopped him mid turn and made his legs wobble, and
was immediately followed by, WHACK! Scarlett sent her leg flying forwards, up
into the man's body it went and sent Plum crashing back against the rooms
sturdy rear brick wall.

Crashing back against the wall the man bounced off it and went falling back
towards the woman in red, still holding the dagger the man could see this and
his heart raced. But Ms Scarlett turned herself, using her fee hand, arm.
Slipped it through, around the oncoming man, grabbed onto Plum, she turned
some more and flipped the man over, off his feet and flung him over, down to
the floor of the Conservatory, THUD!

Plum hit the floor and rolled onto his back so he was now laying there looking
up as the woman in red, Ms Scarlett, now towered over him, CRUNCH! Her foot
came down, the heel of her shoe driven hard into his groin, more pain for the
man. Now as the woman leant forwards and down, with that dagger in her hand
the man was gripped with a fear that scared him to death! He looked fearfully
into Scarlett's gorgeous face, with that evil smile on it, and then suddenly
the man felt a stunning pain in his chest, but the knife was still up in the
woman's hand and not in him!

There's was shock, pain, terror on Professor Plum's face as his heart suddenly
took the shock of all this and ... ... stopped! The sudden, swift heart attack
finished Plum off, but Scarlett was OK with this, as it was the pure fear of
her that had finished the man. But mustn't forget to wipe the dagger of
prints, even if it hadn't plunged into the man, and now it was time to get rid
of his body!

Or maybe it happened like this ... ... Maybe Mrs White had her eye on the
Professor for the whole evening, watching and waiting for her opportunity to
make her move. And that opportunity came as the Professor was making his way
from one room to the other during the party. Mrs White was out in the Hall and
stood by one of the many doors there, waiting, and as Plum walked past, his
head moved as if he kind of recognised the woman he was passing, the image of
her face rushed around inside his head and he thought 'Maybe she was ... ... '
THUD! OOOHHHH!

As he'd passed the door to the Billiard room, he'd turned and looked at the
woman stood there, he'd thought he'd recognised her and then! Then he'd turned
his head back and Mrs White had made her move. She'd shoved the man through
the part open door, sending him tumbling into the empty Billiard room. Mrs
White already knew it was empty, all part of her plan. Plum stumbled across
the floor towards the games table there, he managed to quickly grab onto it
and already started to pull himself back up onto his feet.

As Plum struggled to his feet the woman closed the door behind her, 'don't
want to get disturbed, did she?' THUD! THUD! Mrs White grabbed onto two of the
billiard balls and threw them, hard, accurately at the man, one to his head,
stunning him, one into his chest hurting him some more. Then the woman with
her man stunned pulled out a length of rope she'd picked up earlier, with a
knot tied in the end Mrs White now raised her arm and with some force and
anger in her arm she, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Professor Plum was now whipped with the knotted rope by the harsh, mean Mrs
White, although she had 'some' experience with whipping a man, but that had
been for more enjoyable reasons, but this was pure revenge! Again, the
whipping continued, the knot in that rope came down again and again across the
man's head, pounding him, drawing blood, hurt, draining him of consciousness
and beating him within an inch of his own life.

But that 'inch' got smaller and smaller, the whipping was taking its toll on
Plum and he was fading fast, a few more, good well aimed, blows and he'd be
done for. The dominate woman in blue stood astride the man on the floor,
bloody and battered being whipped so harshly by quite an amazing woman, some
men might find this 'exciting', but for the Professor he couldn't think like
that, WHACK! With that last strike Plum could think no more and the woman's
'job' was done!

With Professor Plum finished off the woman, wiped the billiard balls and
returned then to the table, someone might miss them, she wiped the rope and
grabbed the downed man by his legs to drag him away and get rid of his body.

So perhaps that's how Professor Plum came to meet his end. But now with these
theories in his head all he needed to do was get his suspects to confess to
their dirty deeds. Let's see what they say when the Inspector confronted,
accused each of them with his theories ... ... ... ?

First of the accused was Ms Scarlett, the Inspector laid out what he knew
about her connections with the murdered men and he basically told her he knew
she'd killed them. Well he was hoping that she'd at least confess to one of
these, after all it was a process of elimination, wasn't it?

But Ms Scarlett, the attractive young redhead had her alibi. During the party
she was seen in all the different rooms, by a lot of different people. Tall,
attractive and in her stunning red dress she was a hard woman to miss, by
anyone, and no one could say that at any time she was anywhere near any of the
dead men, while they were still alive that is. But the attractive woman in the
red dress did admit there were a couple of times that she'd slipped away and
was out of sight of everyone there. This brought a smile to the Inspector; he
was going to get his first confession to at least one of these murders!

But what she told the Inspector wasn't quite what he was hoping for! Close to
midnight, when Inspector Grey thought she'd carried out at least one of these
murders, Ms Scarlett was near the Dining room, having a quite chat with Mrs
Kilburn in the Hall when young Dora Fawcett had walked by. The schoolgirl was
quite noticeable as she had a certain something about her that Scarlett could
identify with.

But Ms Scarlett was a woman of some means and she had her own methods of
getting noticed and knew all the trick of the trade. She also had a good idea
what the young schoolgirl was up to, heard a soft rumour here and there about
Dora, that kind of thing. So, finishing her conversation Scarlett moved to the
side and as Dora came past, she grabbed the schoolgirl whipped her behind the
old suit of armour and gave the surprised girl a good, long, hard passionate
kiss, tongues and all!

Grabbing the schoolgirl by her tie she then pulled the girl up onto her
tip-toes as she leant down and whisper in her ear "one day soon I'm going to
have you!" Then let Dora go and walked off, smiling. Dora's head spun as she
staggered off to the stairs only to be followed up them by Mrs Kilburn. Then
by the Study door was Felicity, "why don't you come and have a drink with the
older Daughter!" Felicity had a bottle of bourbon in her hand, a devilish
smile on her face and a certain twinkle in her eye. Ms Scarlett knew what all
this meant and now happily went off into the Study with Felicity for some
other kind of fun!

The older of the Fawcett children had always wanted to do it on Daddies desk
in the Study, 'that will upset him when he finds out!' Ms Scarlett looked
Inspector Grey straight in the eye, "of course you can ask the Fawcett girls
to confirm all this. I'm sure Dora will tell you what a good kisser I am, and
be sure to ask Felicity how good I am ... ... at 'everything'!" The woman
giggled as she then left.

The Inspector was frustrated, 'Dame! Can't get anything to stick with this
one!"

Next Grey got Mrs White in and accused her of murder, but not saying which
one, again he just hoped she'd admit to one, maybe two of these! Well she had
to admit to at least one, surly!

But Mrs White the kind of good looking, fair haired woman had her alibi. Just
like the other woman, Mrs White had been seen by a lot of people and in all
the different rooms of Fawcett Hall. After all a woman like Mrs White in her
blue trousers and white sleeveless top, would be hard to miss. And she was
good looking, in her own kind of way, and even though she was small, sturdy,
fit and a strong woman, she was sure to be noticed!

She could account for where she was, in what room talking to who at about what
time, this wasn't looking good for the inspector. She could even tell him
about what time she had to be a bit forceful in taking John Fawcett's hand off
her bum while they where 'talking' in the Ballroom!

But she did say there was one time during the part that she was away from the
main part of the party. Inspector Grey smiled at this, here was her
confession! She'd seen the young Adam Fawcett, the sweet little lad and had
licked her lips, it was time for some seductive fun! The older, small, strong
woman had a passion and Adam was the boy she wanted. Mrs White cornered the
lad while he was passing drinks around to guests, she got him in the Library
alone, just the two of them.

She pushed the boy up against all those books so her large breasts were
thrusting into his young pounding chest, her hand wondered, her mouth and
tongue explored his, they kissed. 'Hmm he was good and he was a big boy too!'
But at that moment the door had flung open and a staggering, giggling and
perhaps drink happy John Fawcett and Mrs Cartwright stumbled into the room
they thought was empty.

Mrs White quickly grabbed her boy and they slipped behind the large set off
curtains there. They were quiet as this was all kind of fun and scary, almost
getting caught, but they carried on kissing, exploring each other with hands,
mouths and tongues. And the boy was very good with all these. Back in the room
and the 'Lord of the Manor', the local Magistrate was getting friendly with
the slightly drunk, giggling Mrs Cartwright, who just happened to be the local
police Chief Constable's wife! The Inspector knew his 'Boss' was out the
country attending a conference and that his wife normally stood in for these
types of social functions. But she was now apparently throwing herself fully
into being very sociable!

Behind the curtains the passion was building and soon Mrs White was on her
knees, sucking on the lad's surprisingly big boy tool, and she was loving it.
Mrs White alibi was giving the boy Adam a blowjob behind the curtains while
the Chief Constable's wife was being naughty with John Fawcett in the Library
'Dame!' When Mrs Cartwright and John had finished and left the room, and when
Mrs White had taken her mouth full of the lad. She'd slipped out the Library
leaving a delighted boy behind. In the main Hall she bumped into Mrs Stratton
the doctor's wife who was looking for Adam, Mrs White was happy to tell her
where the lad could be found. "So, Inspector you can ask Mrs Stratton, or that
cute boy Adam, send him my love ... " she smiled at that " ... ... or maybe
you can ask John Fawcett, or even your bosses' wife!" 'Dame!'

The Inspector knew he couldn't ask his bosses wife about this, even talking to
John Fawcett about it would be a delicate matter, 'Shit!' Looks like the
woman's alibi would hold out, and she knew it! Mrs White chuckled as she then
left.

The Inspector was annoyed with this, two suspects had alibi's he couldn't
break. So that just left one of the female suspects that he could still accuse
of all three murders, but would Mrs Peacock confess?

But Mrs Peacock the sophisticated older brunette had her alibi. The woman,
just like the other two, had been seen all over Fawcett Hall and with her
sophisticated, stylish looks, this woman of class, style, would have be seen
by all who was there. The sexy, desirable and older woman with her strong,
firm female body wrapped up in such a chic way, stood out and could not be
missed, by anyone.

The woman informed the Inspector that she had spoken to practical everyone at
the party and they could all say that at some point one, two or more of the
guests where in conversation with the elegant woman. After all there were a
lot of people who wanted to enjoy her company! So, this wasn't looking good
for Inspector Grey, that was until Mrs Peacock said 'but there was a small
discretion she'd 'committed' at the party!' Now that sounded just what the
Inspector needed, 'Thank God a confession, at last!'

But maybe this older woman was confessing to another kind of 'discretion!' She
told the Inspector that at one point she had indeed slipped away from all the
other guests at the party and into the Billiard room with Edith Fawcett, the
'Lady of the Manor.' This was because Edith had a surprise there waiting here
for her friend Peacock, and that surprise was Edith's new young boytoy Henry,
and Henry had a friend with him Lewis, two nice young, eager lads for the two
older women to paly ball games with in the Billiard room!

The lad Lewis was, and this made the Inspect cringe, the young Son of Mrs
Cartwright and her husband Chief Constable Cartwright! 'Oh Shit!' Mrs
Cartwright had brought her Son to the party, thinking that it was maybe the
right time for her Son to get use to 'socialising', with certain people! Mrs
Cartwright introduced her Son to Edith, then left them alone, the Mother had a
good idea what might, could, would happen next! After all, leaving him in
Edith's hands, there was only one thing that really could happen!

Edith brought her good friend Mrs Peacock into the Billiard room so the older,
mature, desirable females could enjoy the delights of two young eager boys!
And these lads, did everything they could to satisfy these women. The boys
used their 'cues' to 'pot' a number of different 'holes' as they enjoyed a
'game' in the Billiard room with the women! Mrs Peacock enjoyed the boy cock
of young Lewis and then of Henry, then she had both boys together. The boys
where very eager to please, and please they did, then straight away they
pleased Edith together as well.

After both Mrs Peacock and Edith Fawcett had had their 'fill' of boy cock
after they had sucked all they could and drained the lads, the ladies left the
Billiard room and re-joined the party. The women knowing the boys just need a
little rest before they could start a new 'game!' "So, Inspector you can
confirm all this with our hostess Edith, or maybe your Chief Constable's Son
can tell you what we got up to! I'm sure he can go into great detail for you!
Maybe his Mother even knows what went on and can also confirm this?

Again, the Inspector was thwarted, 'another alibi that he couldn't break,
'Dame!' He now had no suspects left! Mrs Peacock, grinned and laughed as she
then left.

So, Inspector Grey was back to square one, or was it worse than that. He still
had three victims, he still had a collection of potential murder weapons and
had a number of different rooms where these murders could have taken place.
But now what he didn't have were suspects! But still even so the Inspector
still believed that these women, Ms Scarlett, Mrs White and Mrs Peacock had
'something', 'everything' to do with all this, he was sure of that.

The Inspector went for a walk, he needed to think, needed time to move all
this around inside his head, needed time to work out who killed who, with what
and in what room. The clues where all there, he just needed to work it all
out. The man went out the room and found himself stood in the large Hall area
of Fawcett Hall. He sighed and now went for his walk, went wondering around
all the different rooms and thought it all through again.

It was a short while later that he found himself stood there looking down at
the soles of a pair of sensible shoes that where up in the air and waving
around. Inside these shoes where a pair of feet and then a pair of legs, the
feet and lower legs had a pair of long white socks on each leg. Further up was
a quite short grey checked skirt and then a white blouse, inside all of this
was the schoolgirl Dora Fawcett who was laying down on her bed with her legs
bent upwards and her feet waving around in the air.

This waving her feet around in the air was a bit of a habit she'd gotten into
when she was in this position, laying on her bed and sucking on a cock! With
her shoulder length light brown hair and that grey checked alice band in her
hair her head was moving backwards and forwards as she worked the Inspector.
The girl took another long hard suck on the long hard cock of Inspector Grey
and the schoolgirl sneaked a look over to her teddy bear that was on the chest
of draws over there, facing the bed, and with the camera inside it, recording
all of this.

The Inspectors name would be going into her little red book and the schoolgirl
was very pleased with herself for getting an officer of the law into her mouth
and into her book! He should prove to be quite 'useful!' The 'distraction' of
the schoolgirl Dora was enjoyable, to say the least! The girl who'd got his
attention, got him up the stairs and then into her bedroom, got his cock out
and was now sucking on it, working him so well. It was just what the man
needed. A bit of a slight distraction to take his mind of this case for a
moment or two, then he could get his head back to working out who killed who,
with what and in what room!

Dora's mouth, tongue and her hands holding his cock and balls were indeed one
hell of a distraction and the schoolgirl wondered to herself 'will he work it
all out ... ... ' another long hard suck and the man moaned loudly ' ... ...
no he won't, he'll never work out who did it, he'll never work it out ... ...
!'