“I’d like to make an accusation,” Laurie said, and a chorus of groans greeted his words. They’d been playing for a couple of hours, and he’d won the last three games. He took a final sip of his coffee, picked up his notes, and then glanced in turn at each of his companions, drawing out the suspense.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake, Laurie. Tell us,” his sister demanded.
“Very well, sister mine. Professor Plum did it, in the conservatory, with the lead pipe.” He reached for the envelope that contained the solution cards and withdrew them, then grinned in triumph and laid out the cards. His grin broadened when the others growled and tossed down their own cards.
“That’s it, I’m done.” Jo yawned. “And just for that, you can put away the pieces.” She pushed back from the table and rose.
Althea joined
