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Chapter Twelve – Of all the boats in all the world….
Gjramsey was now in charge of the entire ship, and it was his responsibility to hold the vote to reveal the mafia. Before breakfast, the five remaining voyagers all arrived in the dining room and each put a folded sheet of paper onto gjramsey’s table. The purser opened each sheet and announced the latest mafia suspect as being M. Maigret. Guynemer was caught off guard by Miss Marple’s handbag and soon proved to be a talking point for Egyptian fish or curious ducks trying to catch some lunch.
Now that there were only four people left aboard, it made no sense to be so defensive and try to keep apart from everybody else. For all they knew they may well have killed the cruel mafia, though this thought had kept them through many a day previous and proved to be mistaken.
The day was spent on deckchairs just outside the bar, where gjramsey kept popping in to top up their cocktails. Not allowed cocktails himself, he was able to keep his wits about him better than the three detectives who were enjoying the fruits of his hitherto hidden talents. As they all drifted off into a blissful snooze, he was struggling to kepe the Apolyton from hitting the bank as it turned a corner he had not noticed until the last moment. The rocking of the boat disturbed Jim Rockford’s hat, but not his sleep as the sun crept down below the sunshade and started to go about its business of giving the two Americans and the Englishwoman sunburn.
When they woke up, it was almost time for dinner, and so they retired to their cabins to find some aftersun lotion, and to get changed into more fitting attire. Although they were now but four, they still felt the need to dress for dinner.
Jim Rockford was late for dinner though. Racing to cabin 2, the other three found rah on the floor with blood oozing into the carpet. He had been stabbed 42 times with a decorative spear that had been torn from a wooden Indian cigar holder lying on the floor about three feet away. His left hand was pinned to the floor by the spear.
Suddenly no-one had any appetite for yet another helping of gjramsey’s couscous, and they trotted disconsolately to bed, afraid that the mafia might strike again, and aware that they only had one more chance to catch this person before the ship arrived in Luxor. 
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Jyväskylä, Finland
Jul 2001
time: 07:36
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Holy crap! Three of us left, and one of us is the Mafia. It's the climax every GM wants to have (is it not?).
The clues are offering very little in the way of enlightenment, but, methinks Spaced Cowboy's posting style has been way more suspicious than GJRamsey's. SC usually misses a vote every once in a while, as does Ramsey, this time SC hasn't missed a vote while Ramsey has. SC's posts are also always just a line or two, clearly trying to blend in.
Columbo hasn't gotten any votes yet either (IIRC), and Columbo's the kind of guy you think is of no consequence until the last possible moment.
Edit: wow, Ramsey and I came to the same conclusion simultaniously. Let's just hope we're right. (Then again, a Mafia victory is long overdue.)
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Chapter Thirteen – A Luxory Cruise
The three remaining travellers gathered in the dining room for the final vote, all well aware that their choices would have drastic effects for the mafia was still of their number.
Gjramsey and Miss Marple both came to the same conclusion: that Spaced Cowboy was the cruel murderer of so many of their fellow voyagers, and they fought him to the ground. The purser held him down and the old lady used her brown leather handbag for the last time to knock out the (even more) rumpled detective. They dragged him to the side of the ship and dumped into the river, then slowly turned to eye one another with suspicion. Was one of them still the mafia? Had they voted correctly?
Neither made a sudden move towards the other, and realisation slowly dawned that they had chosen correctly. They fell back into the chairs of the dining room and breathed a sigh of relief. They didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at their fortune in surviving the vicious attacks of the mafia aboard the cursed ship the Apolyton.
Eventually, she came into Luxor and the two surviving passengers disembarked to questioning from the police and press. Suddenly Miss Marple had no wish to look at the wonders of the Valley of the Kings, and returned to Cairo by aeroplane as soon as the police allowed her. She went back to her quiet life in St Mary Meade, with the occasional murder, but not so many as to disturb her unduly, and none that she was unable to solve. The purser was big news in the Egyptian media, and became quite the celebrity after his appearances on many talkshows. Eventually he was given the opportunity to start a recording career, and was pretty much a constant at the top of the Egyptian charts until he went to Vegas to finish his days as the warm-up act to the King. The strange decorations of many casinos made him feel at home, though the crowds were not as keen on his Arabic soul style as they had been back home.
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Here is a breakdown of the various clues that I put together earlier today. I hope that all of the links work, and that you understand all of them. If not, ask Jamski for help.  The two murderers have already been identified (despite not being those chosen by Ljube  ), so the clues for one are highlighted in red, and the others are in green. How many did you get? Er, none right.
Chapter One – “coming to…… Olympic”: Hercules
already solved this one. It was just to narrow the field and let you know that one of the mafia was American.
Chapter Two – Wisps of brown material. This was pipe tobacco. Someone mentioned Miss Marple’s handbag, but leather isn’t wispy. 
Chapter Three – Miss Marple almost hit by a banger. HongHu playing King Albert solitaire – Simenon was Belgian. gjramsey kicks something into the river. It wasn’t a tennis ball, it was an apple. As in Mac!
Chapter Four – HongHu playing Pairs (anagram of Paris). Playing card: “Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer’s Queen,” from Thomas Dekker’s The Merry Month of May – see Miss Marple’s and “nobody was thinking about poetry” when Nuclear Master died.
Chapter Five – HongHu plays Ugly. The ugly man on the pile of gold on the card was Rumpelstiltskin – nobody knew his name.
Chapter Six – White Horse whisky. A white horse is called a grey in racing.
Chapter Seven – Obelisk in the desert. Also in the Place de la Concorde. Almond-shaped piece of paper was a map of Sri Lanka, with its capital clearly marked – Colombo.
Chapter Eight – String of jewels points to M. l’inspecteur Jules Maigret.
Chapter Nine – An apostle fork???? But who is the most famous fork apostle? Peter Falk?
Chapter Ten – A sticky plaster? Of Paris?
Chapter Eleven – No more clues.
Inspired but Jamski’s Roman Mafia game, I also played a little game with the name of one of the mafia. Fortunately he lasted for ages, so I was able to include all of the letters in his username as the first letters of words that were scored out in my posts. Despite making this really obvious (see C and O), nobody got any of this. The letters were:
Y, S, C, B, P, A, O, E, W, (there was also a D somewhere in one of my posts, but I must have missed it when I reviewed the posts for this summary)  .
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