Murder Mystery Night

I drew the role of ‘Scene of Crime Officer’ from the hat. I examined the victim at length. Then width. Then diagonally just because I could. My conclusion that the deed was committed by the librarian, in the library, lamping the victim with a hefty tome failed to impress. I missed the book on South American Frogs and their Toxicology and a blow pipe hidden behind the clock on the mantle. How you fire a poisonous South American frog through a blow pipe escapes me, but by that time the complementary drinks on offer kept winking at me. Thereafter a blur except at the end of the evening the victim got up and she wasn’t even actually dead! What a swiz.