Clue [Sanders Sides AU]

Chapter Eight - The Butler Did It

Thomas walked away from the electricity switch, "Sorry, didn't mean to frighten anyone," he reassured.

"You're a bit late for that!" Brain exclaimed, anger in his voice.

"Then there was three more murders," Thomas continued on, as if Brain hadn't spoken.

"So, who did it?" everyone asked.

"Let's consider each murder, one by one," Thomas began, walking up to Demented, "Professor Demented, you knew that Joan was still alive," he stated, an air of confidence about him, "Even psychiatrists can tell the difference between patients who are alive or dead," he took a deep breath before continuing, "You fired the gun at them in the dark and missed."

The mentioned psychiatrist placed his hands on his hips, glaring at the butler as he spoke. Truth be told, he was only glaring to mask the dread filling his stomach.

"So, you pretended they were dead. That's how you were able to kill them later, unobserved."

"That's right!" Princey cut in, pointing to his brother, "You were the missing person in the kitchen after we found the cook dead!"

"But he was with us in the billiard room when we found Remy screaming," Brain noted, "If that's when the cook was killed, how did he do it?"

"I didn't!" Demented snapped, desperation in his voice.

"You don't expect us to believe that, do you?" Anxious cut in, shooting the poorly dressed man an accusatory look.

Thomas turned to the younger man, folding his hands behind his back, "I expect you to believe it," he replied, "You killed the cook," he explained, "Camden used to be your cook and he informed on you to Joan," he gestured to the dining room, "You made one fatal mistake."

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Thomas entered the dining room with the others by his side. He stood behind Anxious' seat at the table, "Sitting here, at dinner," he took a seat in the chair, "Mr. Anxious told us that he was eating one of his favorite recipes," he reminded the group, "And monkey's brains, though popular in Cantonese cuisine, are not often to be found in Washington, D.C.," he stood from the table as he spoke, an intenseness in his gaze.

Anxious swallowed thickly at the statement, while the others did their best not to gag at the fact that they had eaten monkey brains for dinner.

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Thomas opened the front door, turning to face Heart, who had ran up beside him, "Colonel Heart, when we saw the motorist at the front door, you took the key to the weapons cupboard out of my pocket, then you suggested that we all split up. You separated from Princey, crossed the hall, opened the cupboard, took the wrench, ran to the conservatory, entered the lounge through the secret passage," Thomas ran across the hall to the lounge, "Killed the motorist with a blow on the head..." Thomas mimicked the gesture, "Like that!"

He ran back out, grabbing Snake by the hand and dragging him across the hall, to the stairs.

"This is incredible!" he exclaimed.

"Not so incredible as what happened next," Thomas ran up the stairs, dropping Snake's hand as he tripped, "After we all split up again, I went upstairs with you," he turned and gestured to Snake, who was picking himself up off the floor, "Yes, you, Snake," he continued on up the stairs, pausing once more to turn and look at the others, "And while I was in the master bedroom, you hurried downstairs, and turned off the electricity, got the rope from the open cupboard, and throttled Remy," he walked down the stairs to the billiard room, where Remy's body still remained draped over the pool table, "You were jealous that your wife was shtupping Remy," he declared, "That's why you killed her, too!"