And Then There Were Fewer

19. Waiting...

Quinn, Puck, Finn, Artie, and Sam are sitting and waiting for Tina and Rachel.

"Shall I go fetch them?" Quinn Asked.

"Just a minute." Sam reply.

Quinn sits back down.

"Look, everybody, this is my opinion. Our murderer is Tina!" Sam said.

"She was very odd in the kitchen when we were getting breakfast. Her eyes –"  Quinn shivers.

"You can't judge her by that. We're all a bit off our heads by now!" Puck said.

"But there's another thing. She's the only one who wouldn't give an explanation after the CD fiasco. Why? She had none to give." Sam said.

"That's not quite true. She told me afterward. Apparently Dakota Stanley was suffering, but he suffer from problems and so Tina turned him out. Later Dakota committed suicide." Quinn said.

"A perfectly straight forward story. I personally should have no trouble believing it. Quinn, did she appear to feel guilty in any way?" Finn said.

"None whatever, she was completely unmoved." Quinn said.

"Hearts as hard as flint, these righteous spinsters! Envy, mostly!" Sam said.

"It's now 5 to 11am. I think we should summon Tina and Rach  to join our conclave." Finn said.

"Aren't you going to take any action?" Sam said.

"What about? Our suspicions are still suspicions! I will, however, ask Artie to observe her demeanor carefully. Let's go." Finn said.

All walk into the next room and stand in shock, They see Rachel on the floor and Tina on the sofa.. 

"My God! They're dead!" Sam said.

"Two more of us acquitted... too late!" Finn said.

Artie bent over Tina, As Finn lean over his girlfriend sniffing, looking, shaking head.

"How did she die, Artie?, What about over there Finn. They were all right when we left them here!" Puck said.

"That's the mark of a hypodermic syringe." Artie said. 

"And Rachel got stab in the back." He showed them a knife.

Buzzing noise is heard.

"Look! A bee! A bumblebee! Remember what I said this morning?" Quinn said.

"It wasn't that bee that stung her! A human hand held the syringe!" Artie said.

"What poison was injected?" Finn asked.

"Probably potassium cyanide, same as Mike and Mercedes. She must have died almost immediately of asphyxiation."

"But that bee! It can't be a coincidence?" Quinn said.

"Oh, no, it isn't coincidence! It's our murderer's sense of humor! Likes to stick to his nursery rhyme as much as possible! It's mad! Absolutely mad!" Puck said.

"We have still, I hope, our reasoning powers. Did anyone bring a hypodermic syringe to this house?"

"No, I had seen one on the house Apothecary." Artie said.

"Quite so. Can someone take a look if that syringe it's still there." Finn said.

Arite leaves and returns. It is searched. The syringe is not there.

"No syringe.?" Sam said.

"Someone must have taken it! I tell you someone must have taken it!" Artie said.

"There are five of us here in this room. One of us is a murderer. The position is fraught with danger." Finn said. "Puck, you have with you a revolver."

"What if I have?" 

"Only this. Your revolver, and anything else that could be dangerous should be collected together and placed in a safe place. that after this is done, we should submit to a search – of ourselves and our luggage." Finn said.

"I'm not giving up my revolver!" Puck said.

"Puck, you are a very strongly built and powerful young man, but Sam is also a man of powerful physique. I don't know what the outcome of a struggle would be, but assisting Sam would be myself, Quinn, and Artie. The odds will be against you." Finn said.

"Oh all right. Since you've got it all taped out." Puck reply.

"You're sensible after all. Where is the revolver of yours?" Finn said.

"Right here, in my drawer." Puck opens drawer, but revolver not there.