Scarlet continues to hold tight to Plum as Mel squeezes in between them so that they are surrounding her. White and Mustard haven't moved from their places on the love sit. Peacock sits back down, and Kathryn joins her on the couch. "Now that's better." Wadsworth leans back on the desk again. "Thank you Kathryn for providing me with the only weapon."
"Only weapon my butt, give me less than a minute and I'll find something to bash your head in." Scarlet mutters into Plum's chest so Wadsworth can't clearly hear her words. Plum smirks and rolls his eyes. That's my Scarlet.
Wadsworth continues as if he was never interrupted. "For the remainder of the evening, our unexpected and unwanted guest will be known as Missus Green."
"I think Missus Brown would be more appropriate, after all the two of you were married and I don't believe it is fair to give away Green's color." Scarlet says pulling away from her family and sitting back on her spot on the desk. Plum and Mel stand at her side; Mel burying her face into her father's shirt.
"Must you always stick your nose into everything Miss Scarlet?" Wadsworth asks with a dangerous edge to his voice. Kathryn eyes the curvaceous woman called Miss Scarlet, trying to understand what possibly goes on in her baffling mind.
"Yes, she does." Scarlet glares at her husband, playfully of course. Kathryn also shifts her attention to the mystifying Professor Plum.
White finally contributes to the conversation. "Wadsworth, shouldn't you introduce us to your former Missus? The one we thought was dead."
"You told them I was dead?" Kathryn asks outraged.
Ignoring Kathryn's question, Wadsworth turns to Miss Scarlet. "Very well, Missus Brown, the troublesome woman sitting on my desk is Miss Scarlet, as I'm sure you gathered." He looks at her with pure malice in his eyes. "She is quite experienced where men are concerned." Scarlet looks at Kathryn and then Wadsworth, cocking her head and smiling seductively. Well, she is quite bold. I just might like her. Plum rolls his eyes again at his wife's actions before returning to looking at her lustfully as she also reverts her attention back to him. Abruptly, Wadsworth clears his throat and returns to the introductions, "Now, we come to her devoted husband, Professor Plum, the helpful man who murdered your husband." Scarlet and Plum both shoot him scornful looks. "The refined woman in the stylish hat is Missus Peacock, she hates silence."
"And the rest of us hate the sound of her voice." Missus White mutters under her breath, gaining her a contemptuous stare from Peacock. Oh stuff it Peacock.
Wadsworth comes up behind her and Mustard. "And that comment brings us to the lively Missus White. She is currently on her sixth husband; the previous five all met mysterious ends. Apparently, Colonel Mustard is the only one to have staying power. That fact is very surprising considering the Colonel's fondness for the ladies." At this point, White begins arguing with Wadsworth, Scarlet and Peacock start going at each other because Peacock made an under-her-breath comment about Mel, and Tina Louise starts after the Colonel since White is distracted. Shell-shocked, Kathryn remains silently sitting next to Peacock as Scarlet corners the annoying woman on the couch. Mel just holds onto her father, wishing she was home and away from this craziness.
Absentminded, Plum ignores the others and becomes caught up in his own thoughts. How did we get here? Now I remember, he turns to Scarlet still overpowering Peacock, it was that damn letter.
Four nights ago, Plum's office…
He is standing looking out of the window for a moment before looking back at the papers in his hand. Scarlet quietly walks up behind Plum, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hi." He smiles recognizing the voice, and perfume, as his wife's and looks up from his papers.
"Scarlet." He whispers as he turns into her embrace. He kisses her before pulling away from her and sitting back in his chair. He considers working for a while longer but then Scarlet begins to caress his neck. He puts the papers on his desk with a slight smile because he knows he's not going to be doing any more work, and spins his chair so she can sit in his lap. He wraps his arms around her, kissing her, deeply this time. The kiss ends, "Mel asleep?"
"Yeah, she just passed out as soon as her head touched the pillow."
"Good," he gives her a quick kiss on the lips. "Let's go to bed."
As he starts to stand, Scarlet places her hand on his chest, and he stops. "Hold on Lover boy. We got this letter today." Still on his lap, she hands him an envelope, he glances at it, not giving it much attention.
"So?" He is about to toss it on his desk when she stops him.
"Look at the envelope, sender and our names."
He does. Wadsworth, his heart stops, Professor Plum and Miss Scarlet. "What does he want?"
"I don't know, I haven't read it. I wanted to wait for you." He rips it open.
"Listen to this," Plum begins to read. "'Dear Professor Plum and Miss Scarlet, congratulations on your marriage and the birth of your daughter.'"
"He's about twelve years late." Scarlet remarks sarcastically trying to liven up her and Plum's moods.
"And I get the feeling he isn't exactly sincere." Plum adds. He continues to read. "'There is important business the three of us need to discuss.'"
"Now he's getting to the point, hopefully."
"'Please join me tomorrow evening, around eleven would do nicely. The same place as before. Sincerely your friend, Wadsworth.' The nerve of him, claiming to be our friend."
"We have to go."
"I was thinking the same exact thing."
"Are you still up for a little fun with me?" She smiles seductively at him."
Plum is brought back to the current situation by Mel hugging to him even more tightly. Wadsworth is now aiming the revolver at Missus White with Mustard and Scarlet trying to get the upper hand from behind him. Plum knows he has a better chance, so he pushes Mel away from him toward the window and takes a large paperweight off the desk. He moves slowly and silently behind Wadsworth and slams his weapon into the false butler's head knocking him out.
…to be continued…