The lights went out not only inside the kitchen but also at the billiard hall as indicated by the cacophony of rowdy voices cursing and complaining at the disruption of their game from the black out. A slightest movement was risky so I kept still on my seat. The detective might put a dangerous interpretation to it, and a wild shot would be fired. Suddenly a hard, strained strangled voice was forcefully spewed out from the struggling lips of someone in front of me then followed by a crashing of an object to the floor which I surmised was a fallen chair. The table was also making violent movements forced by some kind of a wild and fierce physical struggle. Another object fell to the floor with a loud thud sound. The ongoing unrestrained and rambunctious noise of complaints from the players a
