\u201cI canna believe that he\u2019s gone,\u201d wailed the widow, though perhaps a little too loud.
\n\u201cTis a terrible fate,\u201d said the butler, as he moved away from the crowd.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho spoke to him last?\u201d the detective inquired, determined to find a cause.
\n\u201cAlfred the cook,\u201d said the maid, very fast, deflecting and giving pause.
\n\u201cSurely you can\u2019t suspect me,\u201d cried the cook, but his bright eyes might have lied.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is for me to decide tonight,\u201d the detective darkly implied.
\n\u201cHe was dead when I found him like that,\u201d said the butler, the maid right at his side.
\n\u201cEverything else was in order, then?\u201d The policeman had finally arrived.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir was face down on his plate,\u201d said the maid, with her hands behind her back.
\n\u201cAll else was quite normal,\u201d the butler agreed, as he edged toward the window\u2019s crack.
\n\u201cLord, what shall I wear to the wake?\u201d asked the widow, to no one\u2019s surprise at all.
\n\u201cMa\u2019am, that\u2019s the least of your worries,\u201d said the cop, who always suspected them all.
\n\u201cOh, but you can\u2019t suspect me,\u201d cried the wife, who stood to inherit a slew.
\n\u201cNo one is under arrest tonight,\u201d the detective said to the crew.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe you all would have liked him dead,\u201d the detective continued to say,
\n\u201cOr maybe each of you killed him, each in your own small way.
\n\u201cUnder this roof, a man has died, and all of you reek of fear,
\n\u201cStill I must let you off the hook, for the clue is all too clear.
\n\u201cSurely you would have killed him, but I know that none of you tried.
\n\u201cEveryone has a secret,\u201d he said, \u201cand I know how he died.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201cI canna believe that he\u2019s gone,\u201d wailed the widow, though perhaps a little too loud. \u201cTis a terrible fate,\u201d said the butler, as he moved away from the crowd. \u201cWho…<\/p>\n