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Jon Miller
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Octavian X
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Chapter Nine – Nile be there for you
Once the votes had been counted by gjramsey, and again by the new captain, just to make sure, as he claimed, then it was announced that the passengers suspected the beautiful HongHu of being the mafia. Despite the fact that almost everyone had voted for her, they were still shocked at this turn of events, and it was with a heavy heart that Miss Marple picked up her handbag. Being considerably younger than the others aboard, HongHu was quick enough to duck the first swing of the handbag, but the return swipe caught her unawares, and the Captain was soon carrying her to the rail to deposit her in the river.
There was a much darker mood aboard the Apolyton that day, with nobody in the mood to play tennis (the fact that they were running out of fit people to play was another major problem, as was the fact that they could only play with apples from the galley), but when Inspector Morse picked up a pack of cards then the tough Bulldog Drummond burst into tears at the thought of their lost friend.
Jonny spent much of the afternoon composing a message to his superiors in the Liechtenstein secret service, and after only two hours he was happy with it. He felt certain that they would be delighted that the security threat of the dangerous Russian monk had been nullified, and picked up Geomodder’s semaphore flags to send his message to the agent following the boat on horseback. Unfortunately for the agent on the river bank, Jonny must have been dozing when he took the lesson in semaphore at the Valduz spy school, and his carefully-worded message came out rather differently to what he had intended: “The doctor is in the cablecar. Pepperoni with extra chillies. Liverpool Street, Tooting Broadway, Mornington Crescent. My wife wants to play hook a duck at 1€ a turn”. If this was in code then the agent had no idea what he was on about, but decided to take it back to his base and wire it to Valduz anyway, in the hope that the experts could decipher it.
Arriving in the dining room at the usual time, the Captain saw that only Miss Marple, the Earl of Octavian and Columbo were ready for dinner. Greeting them, he remembered that he hadn’t taken his customary check of the cabins. Taking them with him, he toured the ship in customary fashion, ensuring that all of the cabins were securely locked and that all of their occupants were ready for dinner.
Outside cabin number 3, he had a bad feeling. Sure enough, inside the cabin of Inspector Morse was the body of ADG. He had been stabbed 68 times with what looked to be an ornate silver fork. The fork had been left jabbed in the unfortunate inspector’s stomach. Examining the murder weapon, Jim Rockford announced that it appeared to be the fork equivalent of an apostle spoon, but it was so old that it was difficult to make out what was on it. M. Maigret wondered where the other eleven might be, if indeed it was what it appeared to be.
Mulling over these new developments, the party returned to the dining room and had a dispirited meal. Geomodder asked that their votes be cast before breakfast as usual, and they all went to gjramsey’s bar to drown their sorrows in booze, while the Captain smothered his sorrows in sweet-smelling tobacco.
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01-06-2004 19:32
Most importantly, if I were the mafia, would rah still be alive now? Think think think ...
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