|
Reeve read the note
aloud:
| "THE CAST IS NOW ASSEMBLED
AND THE SCENE IS SET. YOU ARE ALL ABOUT TO PARTAKE IN A
GAME OF NINE MAN'S MURDER.
"YOU ALL FANCY YOURSELVES GREAT
DETECTIVES. WELL, WE'LL SOON SEE JUST HOW GOOD YOU REALLY
ARE. I HAVE DEVISED A LITTLE CHALLENGE FOR YOU, A SMALL TEST
OF YOUR DEDUCTIVE ABILITIES. IT'S VERY SIMPLE. ALL YOU HAVE
TO DO IS CATCH A MURDERER.
"WHO IS THE VICTIM, YOU MAY
ASK? WHY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE THE VICTIMS. THE
SCENARIO: ONE BY ONE YOU WILL ALL BE MURDERED. YOUR ONLY
CHANCE OF SURVIVAL IS TO IDENTIFY THE MURDERER AND STOP HIM,
OR HER, BEFORE YOU ARE ADDED TO THE LIST OF CASUALTIES. THE
SKILLS OF A FEW WOULD-BE DETECTIVES AGAINST THE CUNNING OF A
MASTER KILLER. YOUR TALENTS AGAINST MINE.
"THE WINNER WILL BE THE ONE
WHO SURVIVES. |
"It's unsigned," Reeve
said dryly.
Each guest in turn dredged
the note to bring in clues, but only one was found. The message had been
typed on ordinary blank white stationery. Its author had not wished to
provide a sample of his or her handwriting. Which implied that it might
be recognized by the others.
"So, one of us wants to kill
the rest?" Jill asked.
"Or," Amanda suggested, "a
third party has a grudge against all of us."
"Who?" Hatter asked. "We all
have different professions. We live in different areas. Who would even
know us all, let alone have a reason to kill each of us? What's
the common denominator?"
"Damien," Gideon said. "We
all apprenticed with him fifteen years ago."
"Gideon's right," Carter
agreed. "We used to help Damien on his cases, as part of our training.
Investigating, doing research, writing up reports. Maybe we helped
convict someone he proved guilty of a crime."
"And the convict blames us,"
Reeve added, "as well as Damien."
Jill nodded. "It makes
sense. He killed Damien. Now he's after us."
Gideon swept an eye over the
others. "We all trained as detectives. Perhaps there's something more we
can infer from the note."
"Tone?" Jonas asked.
"Angry," replied Carter.
"Hostile."
"Taunting."
"Damien made no secret of
his winter retreats," Jill said. "Everyone who knew Damien knows about
them. So anyone could have used that knowledge to forge invitations and
lure us up here."
"Whoever did type the
note," Jonas added, "had this whole thing planned out well in advance.
Every stage seems to be under perfect control."
Amanda pondered. "All we
really need to know is who put that note on the table, and then we'll
know who wrote it."
"What if it was placed there
before we arrived?"
Jonas shot down the notion
with a shake of his head. "I was in the parlor room earlier this
afternoon. That note was definitely not on the table at that time.
Someone planted it there between then and now."
"Perhaps you put it there
yourself," Hatter suggested, "when you were alone."
"All of us have had ample
opportunity to plant it during the last two hours," Bryan said.
"Not to mention an
outsider," Reeve added. "There were times when anyone could have come
inside undetected."
"The mysterious outsider,"
Hatter muttered with his sandpaper chuckle. "The one who took the guns."
"The one we're trapped up
here with," Jill pointed out soberly. |