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An oily cotton ball.It smells of perfume, Regis!It is a gun cleaning cotton, m'Lord.Someone has been cleaning a gun, Regis.Brilliant, your Lordship. They've used perfume to clean the gun.What's this, Regis?An envelope, m'Lord. Addressed to Veronica Golden.Aha! Who is Veronica Golden, Regis?I haven't the faintest idea, m'Lord. Perhaps we should open it?Brilliant, Regis.Quite.I say, Regis, what have we here?It looks uncommon like a derringer your Lordship.Yes, it does look like a derringer, Regis.It hasn't been fired, your Lordship.Quite, Regis.It's the derringer from the box, I'd say, begging your pardon, m'Lord.You are indeed perspicacious, Regis.This is the article we procured from Miss Du Pree, Regis.A bottle, m'Lord.A bottle, Regis. Eau de Cologne.Magnolia Eau de Cologne, m'Lord.How did you know that, Regis?It says so on the label, m'Lord.Of course it does, Regis. It smells good, doesn't it?Very good, m'Lord. There are strands of cotton on the neck, m'Lord.Lookie here, Regis, old chum. A ticket!Yes, m'Lord. A rail ticket to Virginia City, Nevada. In the name of Twylla Smallworth.Ah, and what happens in Virginia City, Regis?Nothing much, m'Lord. Except some mining.Mining? Aha! Regis. Mining. What kind of mining, Regis?Silver mining, I believe, m'Lord.Of course. Silver mining.Perhaps Miss Smallworth had interests in silver mining.I say, Regis. Look here.It appears to be a rosewood box, m'Lord.It's a rosewood box, Regis. A locked rosewood box.What have we here, Regis?A key, m'Lord. For a lock, by the look of it.A small key, Regis. For a small lock. You can tell by the look.Yes, m'Lord. For a small lock.This is the contraption we found in the engine room, Regis.Yes, m'Lord. A sort of pole with an odd hook on the end.It's called a calf, Regis.That would be the bottom part of your leg, m'Lord.What? My leg? Then what is this thing, Regis?I believe that would be a gaff, m'Lord.Oh.By Jove, Regis, what have we here?A small bullet, m'Lord.Aha! A small bullet, Regis! Yes, indeed. A small bullet it is!Yes, m'Lord. As you say, a small bullet. Didn't we find it in the room below Raleigh Cartwright's?Quite correct, Regis.It must have fallen through the crack in the floor, m'Lord.Incredible, Regis. This bullet killed Raleigh Cartwright!Well, well, well, Regis. Look what fell out of the envelope.A mining certificate, your Lordship.Yes, Regis. A mining certificate. Transferring ownership to Raleigh Cartwright from Joseph Golden.Mr. Cartwright had interests in a silver mine, m'Lord.The plot thickens.Yes, m'Lord.Why, Regis, what have we here?A small pistol, m'Lord.Yes! Yes! But what kind of pistol, Regis? That's a profound question.A small Colt revolver, m'Lord. It belongs to Lionel Humphreys.Aha! Yes, indeed! A Colt. A little teeny gun, Regis. For killing birds. And other things, perhaps?Oho, Regis. A newspaper clipping from the bottom of the box.Quite, m'Lord. From the box's false bottom.From the false bottom of the box, Regis. What does it say?It says a man named Joe Golden died. Of suicide. Despondent over the loss of his mine.His mine!Quite, m'Lord. Stolen, he said, by one Raleigh Cartwright!The thot plickens, Regis. I mean, the plot thickens.The key has opened the box, Regis!Yes, m'Lord. A derringer pistol was within, m'Lord.A matching derringer is missing, perhaps, Regis!Yes, m'Lord. One of them is missing.And one of them is missing, Regis!Yes, m'Lord. Missing.What have we here, Regis? A false bottom!A false bottom indeed, m'Lord. In the box.In the box, Regis. Something inside the false bottom fell out.Yes, m'Lord. Something fell out.Could there be anything else in the box, Regis?No, m'Lord, the box seems quite empty now.Is there anything else in the envelope, Regis?No, m'Lord. The mining certificate was the only thing inside.M'Lord! The stock matches precisely the derringer from the box.That means they must be a matched pair, Regis!Yes, m'Lord. A matched pair of pistols.What could that mean, Regis?It could mean we have found a clue, m'Lord.A clue? A clue! Egad, Regis, we have a clue.This ball of cotton reeks of this cologne, m'Lord.Magnolia perfume, Regis. Something's afoot.The cotton is oily, too, m'Lord. As if it had cleaned something.Cleaned something. But what? A gun? A gun, Regis. By Gad!Very good, m'lord. This must be a clue.This small key appears to fit this box, m'Lord.Key and lock, eh Regis. Yes, yes.The key unlocks the box, your lordship.Yes, yes, Regis. Just what I thought. It opens the box.Well, m'Lord. We have a bullet. And a gun.Aha! We have him now, Regis!But my Lord, the bullet does not fit in this gun.What? The bullet does not fit?No, m'Lord. The bullet does not fit.That means this gun didn't kill Raleigh Cartwright after all.Quite, m'Lord.Here is a small bullet and a gun, m'Lord.I wonder if there is a connection, Regis?Good question, m'Lord. It appears there is.There is? I mean, there is! A connection. What is it?The connection? The bullet came from a gun just like this, m'Lord.Then this must be a clue, Regis.Willard OverbightBorn: Wombat, Mississippi, January 22, 1856Captain, Delta PrincessCabin: Wheelhouse.Reverend Aloysius McMurdo GodwinFirst Church of St. Argyle of the Willows, Cairo, Ill.Born: Perth, Scotland, June 1, 1844Embark: Hannibal, MissouriDebark: New Orleans, LouisianaCabin 12.Raleigh Poindexter Cartwright IIIBorn: Raleigh, N. C. October 31, 1854Embark: St. Louis, MissouriDebark: New Orleans, LouisianaCabin 4.Twylla SmallworthBorn: Carson City, Nevada, May 23, 1875Embark: St. Louis, MissouriDebark: New Orleans, LouisianaCabin 20.Circuit Judge Broderick Ishmael CarterBorn: Duluth, Minn., Dec 25, 1845Embark: Cairo, IllinoisDebark: New Orleans, LouisianaCabin 9.Gladys Thrillington Des PlainesBorn: Boston, Massachussetts, March 15, 1842Embark: Davenport, IowaDebark: New Orleans, LouisianaCabin 23.Henry StokerBorn: Cincinnati, Ohio, August 30, 1876Crew memberCabin 27.Lionel HumphreysBorn: Cincinnati, Ohio, February 12, 1837Embark: Davenport, IowaDebark: New Orleans, LouisianaCabin 15.Daisy Du PreeBorn: Biloxi, Mississippi, April 21, 1882Embark: St. Louis, MissouriDebark: New Orleans, LouisianaCabin 8.Sir Charles FoxworthBorn: East Grinstead, England, November 17, 1863Embark: Cairo, KentuckyDebark: New Orleans, LouisianaCabin 3.Regis PhelpsBorn: Clapham Junction, England, January 7, 1848Embark: Cairo, KentuckyDebark: New Orleans, LouisianaCabin 3.My name is Daisy Du Pree. Enchanted, Ah'm shewah.My name is Smallworth, but you can call me Twylla.I'm Willard Overbight, Captain of the Delta Princess.I'm just one of God's humble shepherds, Aloysius Godwin.Henry Stoker. I'm pretty busy right now, but it's nice to meet you.Judge Carter is my name. Judgin' is my game.Yes, well you can call me Mrs. Des Plaines. Why don't you gentlemen go fetch me some mineral water.Lionel Humphreys. Perhaps you'd care to make a small contribution to one of my charities?Oh, Sir Charles, you startled me. Mah little heart's just goin' pitty-pat. And y'all, Mr. Regis, too. Ah do love yoah green suit so. It reminds me of mah Auntie Pearl's okra gumbo.It's always a pleasure to see y'all, Sir Charles.Why, Sir Charles, whatever are you doing in my cabin? Can't you see I'm resting. Please go away.I have a dreadful headache. Please go away.Welcome, Sir Charles. You're welcome up here any time. Ah. Good to see you up here again, Sir Charles. Lovely day on the river despite our problems, eh? Take a look at the wall over there for the passenger manifest. You can see which cabin everyone is assigned to.Pray, leave me to my devotions, for it says in the Bible, 'I came not to send peace, but a sword.' St. Matthew x.34.'Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.' I wouldn't stay here too long, if I were you, sir. Things get a bit grimy down here, if you know what I mean, what with the grease and all.Good day, Sir Charles. Careful of the dirt.Come in, sir, come in. Have a drink. Sit down. Cigar? No? Well, never mind. Sorry you can't stay. Good day.Can I induce you to take a bourbon and branch? No? Well, what do you want?This is my cabin! This is private! If I wanted you to come in, I would have invited you! I did not invite you! Please leave, or I shall scream for the captain and have you thrown out!!How wonderful to see you again. How can I help you?Oh, please, sir. Would you like to contribute to Reverend Godwin's charity? A check will do, thank you. No? Well, goodbye, then.The Widows and Orphans will do without your money. But perhaps there's something I can do for you.Ah'm just traveling downriver to have a visit with mah auntie Pearl in N'Awleens.Ah've never met her befoah. Ah'm just going to N'Awleens to visit mah aunt.Ah believe he must be the Captain of this li'l ole ship.A preachah, you say? Ah don't know any preachahs but Reverend Periwinkle back home in St. Louie.Ah've nevah met the gentleman. Is he famous?A Judge? How excitin'. Ah'm shewah Ah don't know him, though.Ah'd shewally be delighted to meet her, but Ah don't have her acquaintance at all.Ah don't believe Ah've ever met him at all.Didn't she come on board recently? A pretty young trollop.My, this river air makes me sleepy. Why, I've slept and slept. This morning, for example, I slept until almost 10.He seems to be a nosy kind of person, doesn't he?He's a very holy man, I hear. But sometimes I wonder if people like that aren't just a little too holy. What do you think?I don't really know him. Isn't he a member of the crew?The judge? You know, I think he drinks too much. His breath at dinner last night was atrocious.You mean the society matron? Why, she doesn't speak to people such as myself. I think she's very rich, though.Such a kind old man. He wouldn't hurt a fly. But I don't really know him. A very rich man, I'd say, from the way he dresses. Of course, he does shoot birds. Every morning in front of his cabin. I don't think he ever hits anything, though.Daisy Du Pree? On her way to visit her Aunt in New Orleans, I think.She appears to be a sturdy, pleasant person. She's from Nevada, I believe.Running a riverboat like this one is no easy matter, young man. I sleep in the wheelhouse. Sometimes I even eat in the wheelhouse. It takes a hard worker like myself to run a ship like this.I don't trust that man. He's always quoting the Bible. My Pappy always told me never trust a man who quotes the Bible.A good crewman, Henry Stoker. Steady, reliable, serious. Quiet sort, though. Deep, you know what I mean. Doesn't say much. I do know for a fact that he is Mr. Cartwright's son. Illegitimate, I'm afraid. Not the lad's fault, though.A famous Judge, Judge Carter. Old Death Head, they used to call him, out in Nevada. That's what I hear.Old battleax. She's a sour lady with bad manners. Well, that's my impression anyway. I'd hate to cross her, by gad.Mr. Humphreys is a great philanthropist, a humanitarian. No one could say anything against the man. No one. He does a great deal of shooting, though. A great deal. Every morning, out there in front of his cabin, shooting at birds, he is. A sportsman, eh?'As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion.' Proverbs 1.22.'Then Jael Heber's wife took a nail of the tent, and took a hammer in her hand, and went softly unto him, and smote the nail into his temples, and fastened it into the ground, for he was fast asleep and weary.' Judges ii.21.'The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.' Isiah i.5.'I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me' Romans iii.21.'The tree is known by his fruit.' Matthew x.33.'Wine maketh merry, but money answereth all things.' Ecclesiastes ii.29.'A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches.' Proverbs xxii.1.'Charity suffereth long, and is kind.' I Corinthians xiii.2.I don't believe I've seen her yet. A new passenger, ain't she?She's a lovely woman, sir. A lovely woman. I wouldn't ever think anything bad of such a beautiful woman.The captain? Well, I'd not say anything about the captain, sir. He's a strict person, though. A strict, stern man. That's all.I don't know the preacher. I believe he's something of a scholar, though. Knows his Bible, he does. Very learned man.I work on deck much of the time, sir. And in the engine room. Wherever I'm needed. I didn't notice anything unusual, but then this morning we had a touch of engine trouble, so I was below decks, you see. So I wouldn't know anything about what happened.I think he's a very important Judge, but I cleaned three brandy bottles out of his room yesterday. A drinker, I'd say, with all due respect.She's an amazingly rich person. Her cabin is filled with clothes. And the jewels she gave the captain to put in the safe for her, you wouldn't believe. Seems like a kind woman, though.Between you and me, I think he has some terrible secret. He seems, well, sad, or a bit depressed. Just an impression, of course. But he never smiles. You notice things like that. Perhaps that's why he's shooting all the time, out in front of his cabin. Every morning, bang, bang, bang, shooting at birds. It ain't natural.I haven't had the pleasure of meeting the young woman. I'd enjoy making her acquaintance, though.Twylla Smallworth. Let me see, Smallworth. Yes, I believe she's a vulgar young thing though, isn't she, the way she dresses and all. I heard she comes from Nevada, though I'd never met her before this trip.Captain Overbight is a fine man, a very fine man, sir. A man of considerable substance, I'd say. Part owner of this fine ship, sir. And an able officer. Extremely able. Of course there were one or two obscure matters in his past. Legal problems, I heard tell. But that's all in the past, isn't it? No, no, he's a fine man altogether.A pretty pious person, the parson, pretty pious. A man of, shall we say, extreme moral rectitude. Upstanding, yes, and upright, appropriate and honest. Correct in all matters, with a gift for the apt quotation. Scotch, I think he is, though he doesn't drink it. Not in public. Don't trust that sort at all, I don't. Secretive, if you know what I mean, though of course I mean no slander thereby.Stoker? Riff-raff of the rowdiest sort. Lower class, uneducated, untrustworthy and unfortunate. Dishonest, I'd say, and I'm a shrewd judge of character, if I may make such a statement. A shrewd judge, sir. He wouldn't even tell me where one of our next stops was. You see it around the eyes, the criminal proclivities. Don't know anything specific about him, of course. Just the type.I'm traveling on business just now. I'm sorry, but it's a matter of the utmost confidentiality. I can only say that it involves important people. Yes, people of the very highest station. Very important people. So don't meddle, if you catch my meaning.Mrs. Des Plaines...Gladys...is one of the finest women I have ever had the pleasure of engaging in salubrious conversation. A fine, upright, moral, well-preserved humanitarian woman of impeccable background. She is certainly above all opprobrium in all matters great or small. No one knows how her husband died, though. A curious incident that, by all accounts. Curious.Mr. Humphreys is not what he seems. What does he seem? He seems to be a great philanthropist, a public philanthropist, a very public philanthropist. I suspect he is a great miser, when you come right down to it. I understand he does contribute generously to the Widows and Orphans Rescue Mission of the Outer Antilles. I suspect he turns a good profit on it somehow or other. He's a sportsman, though, I'll say that about him. Shooting every morning in front of his cabin.I have never met the young woman. She doesn't look like my sort of person.A common thing! From the West, too! She has no class! No class at all! No education! No style! What can you expect of such common folk, though!The captain? A fine man! Capable! Generous! Gracious! Polite! Don't you believe those rumors now! He's a good man! Despite what anyone says! A good man! After all, gambling is a gentleman's diversion! I gave him my jewels to keep in the ship's safe, so I should hope he's an honest man!Godwin? A fake, sir! A phony if ever I saw one! A confidence man! Not the sort of man I would ever trust! Too pious by far! Quotes the Bible too much! Besides, he's not even an American!I don't associate with people of that sort! He's a...a... laborer! A member of the crew! I'm insulted you would ask me about such as he! I think he's been making love to that young Smallworth trollop, though! Such goings on! I'll say no more.Judge Carter is an outstanding legal mind! A veritable Solon! A Cicero, an Oliver Wendell Holmes! A Pericles of the courtroom! One cannot praise him too highly! Impartial! Fair! Just! Words fail me! It is always a pleasure to do business with the Judge.Me! Why I'm just a simple widow! I have keen hearing, I will say that. Heard a splash in the morning, something falling overboard, I thought. Other than that, I'm a simple woman. Of course, I do own things! Quite a few things! Horses! And some small mining interests! Silver and gold and such! And riverboats! I do love these old riverboats! And one or two houses here and there! I love fine homes, don't you! But then, who doesn't?Lionel is an old silly! A foof! But underneath it all, he's a bit... dull, you know! Doesn't get out into society at all! Not at all! I keep telling him, Get out! Make something of yourself! But he hides all the time! Now why do you suppose he does such a thing?I don't know her. Do you think she'd care to make a contribution to the Widows and Orphans Rescue Mission of the Outer Antilles?She's an attractive woman, certainly. Very quiet and modest. Reserved. Perhaps she leads men on, I wouldn't know. Too old for that sort of thing, you know. One can't help but feel sorry for her.The Captain strikes me as a crude man. A bit too bluff and hearty, I think. I did sell him some stocks recently, though. He does have a shrewd head for business, oh, my yes. Such manners as his often conceal a hidden evil, though, wouldn't you agree.The preacher is certainly one of the finest men I have ever had the privilege of knowing. Learned, sincere, wise, honest and very very holy. I cannot praise him enough. Why, what he has done for those poor widows and orphans, it's quite astounding!Henry is a sad young man, pathetic and lost. Yet I feel a strange affinity for him. I'd say he was sorely tempted, tried, perhaps in the fires of temptation itself. He reminds me of a wild animal.Death Head Carter is one of the most evil, despicable, depraved monsters American jurisprudence has ever had to contend with. He is abrupt, arbitrary and cruel. There's some hidden connection between him and that young Cartwright fellow, mark my words. They mean no good for anyone, I tell you.She is filled with strange hungers and odd longings, I think.I believe in living quietly and keeping my own council with the Lord. I believe, that is, in minding my own business.Ah absolutely love mah Auntie Pearl's okra gumbo, and so would you.Ah have met the woman. She seems to be a warm, sympathetic human person. Ah think mah Auntie Pearl would like her positively.Such a strong, forceful man. Ah admire him most absolutely.He does remind me most greatly of old Reverend Periwinkle back home.A strong man, a silent man. A rather dirty man, too, ah believe.Ah'm afraid Ah find him rahther rude and overbearin', if you know what Ah mean.She seems to be awfully proud, don't you think? Mah Auntie Pearl feels that pride cometh befoah a fall. She's always said that to me, since I was a small thing.Everyone is sayin' he was shootin' his guns all the time. Could he have had anythin' to do with that awful murder?I have had one or two short conversations with the young lady. She seems innocent, but is she?I've been wronged, more than once. My poor father was wronged, as well. Cheated, sir, out of what was rightfully his.The captain has appeared very angry today. I don't know, of course. Perhaps this is just my womanly intuition, but I think something is troubling him greatly.Do you think he really cares about widows and orphans? For myself, I'm not so sure. He's not what he seems, though.Yes! I do know Henry. He may be poor, and uneducated, but he is an honorable man. A true gentleman. Not like some.Though I'd never known before, I suspect that he is an evil man. Certainly he might be capable of murder, for all I know.She thinks a great deal of herself, doesn't she? And there's some connection between her and that awful Cartwright man, that's all I know. Something secret, you understand.For a philanthropist, he certainly did do a lot of shooting, didn't he? Could he be what he seems? Oh, it's not for me to say, of course. After all, you're the detective. But he did do a great deal of shooting. Killing birds!She's got my mouth watering over her Aunt Pearl's okra gumbo, I must say. And the prettiest big blue eyes she has.She has told me today that her father was robbed some years ago! By passengers aboard this vessel! I don't like to think that, Sir Charles. It seems a dastardly thing to do, to rob an old man, and a father at that!Some of the crew told me that there were sounds of a struggle in Mr. Cartwright's cabin early this morning.I believe it says in the Bible somewhere, 'Get thee behind me, Satan.'Henry works hard. At the time of the murder he was handling an engine problem. I spoke to him through the speaker tube. No, he was definitely in the engine room then.I have, it is true, played cards with the Judge on more than one occasion. I can't say for sure whether he cheats or not. It's certainly possible.She's a partner in this steamship line, as am I. This is not the sort of information that should get out, you understand. I've got her jewelry in the safe at this moment, and frankly, I don't like the responsibility. I've opened the safe so you can have a look. I must ask that you don't handle the jewels, though.Have you seen his gun? A Colt. Not a weapon for birds, I'd say.'One man among a thousand have I found; but a woman among all those have I not found.' Ecclesiastes ii.29'As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion.' Proverbs 1.22.'Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you!' St. Luke, v.5.'When a strong man armed keepeth his palace, his goods are in peace.' St. Luke xi.21. And yet, this morning I saw a sign in the firmament, sir. A flashing light falling from the heavens. A sign from God.'Be not deceived; God is not mocked; for whatsoever a man soweth, that also shall he reap.' II Corinthians vi.7.'Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man.' Matthew xv.11.'Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.' I Corinthians xiii.1.'Other sheep I have, which are not of this fold.' John x.11.Her Aunt Pearl must be quite a cook!It's true, sir. I am in love with Miss Smallworth. I'm sure, though, that she scarcely knows I'm alive, being a crew member and all.He's a good employer, sir. A stern man, but fair man in all things. Not like some.He came down here a while ago and called me a 'son of perdition.' I don't rightly know what that means, but it don't sound nice.I try to keep my engine room neat, but it ain't always possible. I wasn't raised to work down here, you see, so I've fallen below my station. Still, I try to be neat.With all due respect, you'd think a man like that would be above suspicion. Yet he kept on asking me about the stops we make. I wouldn't tell him a thing. Those're the Captain's decisions to make.I've heard recently that she owns this steamship line. And that she was friends with the deceased. Probably that doesn't mean anything, of course, but I thought you should know.He keeps looking at me, as if he knows me or something. But I've never seen him before in my life. I'm sure of that. Still, with all that shooting, I confess it makes me a bit nervous.She does seem innocent, doesn't she? A vixen, more like, beneath that soft skin. A judge such as myself, a shrewd judge of character and guilt, knows things others less fortunate cannot see.That woman seems to be carrying a grudge. Perhaps it had to do with her father's estate.A gambler, of course. I've played a hand or two with him myself. Not a very good player, I fear. He loses heavily. Quite heavily. Not like that Cartwright fellow. A sharp player, he was.Too parsimonious by far, the Parson. And a bit persnickety, too. And he doesn't drink. Perhaps I've mentioned that before?Something of the killer about him, isn't there? Around the eyes.Is it true some people consider me a harsh Judge? I don't understand that kind of talk at all. Not at all. I'm basically a kind man.About Gladys' husband. Old man Des Plaines was a sour, ill-tempered cantankerous old cuss. His passing was a great relief to Gladys. Besides, of course, giving her title to all his holdings.I have, indeed, had one or two business dealings with Lionel. He drives a hard bargain, sir, a very hard bargain. And I do believe there were one or two peccadilloes in his youth. Some, how shall I say, unknown offspring? And a fine sportsman, withal.She's such a sweet young thing. Complimented me, she did. I do believe I like her.The trollop! She had designs on that poor man! I could see it in her eyes! Evil designs! She probably wanted his money!So he lost a little money! So what! He's a real gentleman! He'd better not cross me, though, or I'll have his head! A fine man, Captain Overbight, as long as he knows his place!That pious pipsqueak! He's a thief! A common thief! I don't like to speak ill of anyone, but he's a common robber, that's all!There's no doubt about it, now! He's befouling this vessel with his unspeakable lusts! After that trollop, Smallworth! Terrible! Shocking! Disgusting! That's all I'll say!!The Judge is a fine businessman! He wouldn't hurt a fly! Not Judge Carter! I don't care what they say about him! Or about that awful business back in Nevada! He's a fine man!Why, I'm flattered you would ask about me! But I'm a simple person really. Just a widow, doing my best to do good in the world. That's what we're here for, isn't it?Lionel is such a foof! But he does compliment me so. He told me how much he liked that cologne Twylla loaned me. I'm going to have to purchase some of that fragrance the next time I am in Paris.I imagine she's nearly a pauper. She actually refused to contribute to the Widows and Orphans. She did say she wanted to give, but hadn't any extra money at the moment. She may be an orphan herself, some day.I detect a hard core of determination in that woman. That's an admirable quality in some people, don't you think?I'm not sure the check he gave me for the stocks I sold him is any good. But perhaps I'm just overly suspicious.I've heard rumors that people have spoken ill of the Reverend. I should like to get my hands around their throats for that! He is a most pious person, generous to a fault.He's a sour man, sir. No money, no manners, no mind at all. An ignorant laborer, it would seem.He could be a violent man, I have no doubt. A drinker, too.Gladys is a wealthy woman, yet to me she seems...unsatisfied. As if she wants more, always more, as if she can never have enough. She's always trying to get me to enter into society. Pah! Waste of time. I'm fond of her unusual perfume, though. A haunting fragrance indeed.I did impetuous things in my youth of which I am now ashamed. I try to make up for them in the way I conduct myself. Just because I like to shoot is no reason I should be under suspicion.Why, Ah do declare this river air does me a world of good. It's so healthful and invigoratin'.Why yes, she did loan me her perfume. Ah'd like to buy some for mah Auntie Pearl, who makes the most delicious okra...oh, but y'all already know about that, don't you? If y'all'd like the bottle, why ah've put it in mah dresser.Why yes, Ah did have a letter to mail for Miss Smallworth. It seemed so important to her. If y'all'd like it, it's in mah dressah.Why, the moah I see of that Reverend Godwin, the less he reminds me of that kindly Reverend Periwinkle.He seems a bit, what shall Ah say? Gruff? But perhaps Ah'm wrong. Ah really don't know him at all.Is he a drinkin' man? Ah've heard rumors about him, y'all know...that he's a drinkin' man, and a harsh man, too.Why, y'all know, her clothes are so fashionable, and her mannah so proud, she's a bit intimidatin'. Ah'm shewah she's a fine woman, though, beneath her haughty mannah.Now Ah've been a-hearin that he was a-shootin' birds. Can y'all imagine such a thing? To shoot poah defenseless little birdies raht out of the sky?They say still waters run deep, don't they? Perhaps that Southern Belle look is just an act? Perhaps she knew the murdered man before. I don't know, of course. But I don't trust people like that, so dewy and innocent.I come from the west, where folks are more open and honest than hereabouts. We say what we mean.He's grown moody and unpredictable, don't you think? It's almost as if he had something to hide.I'm not the sort of person to use words like 'hypocrite', so I'll say 'no comment' instead.He's the kindest, strongest, most dependable man I know, and that's saying something. In other circumstances, folks would consider him a hero.What can I say about the Judge? He's well known as a harsh, vicious man, cruel, barbaric and mean-spirited.Yes, I did loan her the Eau de Magnolia cologne, but after she gave it back, that young Daisy Du Pree asked for it, so of course I returned it to her.Out west, where I come from, we do shoot birds. Animals too. But only for food, for survival. We don't shoot for sport, you see. But that man, Mr. Humphreys, he shoots for sport. I wonder if he really cares about others as he says.Why, do you know she offered me the recipe for her Aunt Pearl's okra gumbo? She's a charming young thing. It looks like a fine recipe, too. We're going to serve it for dinner tomorrow night. My mouth waters already.She's a remarkable woman, I'd say. Resourceful, if you take my meaning. Tough as nails underneath. A survivor.We've been making good time on this trip. Almost too good for your purposes, I should think. There's not much time left for us to solve this unpleasant affair.I never did trust people who pretended to be too pious. Bible thumpers have always made me nervous. They act as if they were better than others.Henry told me that Judge Carter was asking about the stops, but of course he's not allowed to discuss course matters with the passengers. We stop at different places all the time, depending on what they signal to us on shore. Miss Du Pree was asking the same question not long ago. Said she wanted to mail a letter for Miss Smallworth.I've owed the Judge money from time to time, it's true. He drinks. I think perhaps he pretends to be drunker than he really is. He plays a mean game of poker. And I do mean a mean game.She's always been wealthy, always been powerful. Wealth and power go to people's heads sometimes, don't they? Still, she's someone I'd hate to get on the wrong side of, eh? She could break a person just like that, if she wanted to.I don't really know what to say about a person who shoots birds with a revolver. Except that it's a strange thing to do. Very strange. Ominous, in fact.Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit.The seed falls on stony ground.Remember the story of the Prodigal Son?Holy of Holies.Behold the lilies of the fields.Judge not that ye be not judged.It is easier for a rich man to enter heaven than a camel to pass through the eye of a needle.Fishes and loaves, sir. Fishes and loaves.I'd be proud to have a young thing like her for a daughter. If I had a daughter.I harbor the tenderest feelings toward Miss Gold-- Miss Smallworth. I'm quite sure she can't be mixed up in this business, despite what they did to her.I'd trust the captain with my life, and that's a fact, sir. He makes me work, but he gets my loyalty.I suppose I'd have to say that he rubs me the wrong way. I mean no disrespect, but he seems a bit careless of the feelings of others.I take my work serious, my nose clean, and my thoughts pure. Not always easy, in a job like this, but it's what I try to do. And I'm good with machines, so all in all I suppose I'm satisfied with what I do.He's one of the curious passengers I've ever known aboard this ship. You'd have thought he was the detective, not yourself.People like that amaze me. To possess so much, to be in a position to make important decisions about other people's lives, that must do something to a person, wouldn't you think. I've heard that power corrupts. I wouldn't know, of course. With all due respect.I do a spot of hunting myself, from time to time, when I've the chance. But a man like Mr. Humphreys, who can hunt any time he wants, even aboard this vessel, well, it seems strange to me. He should be a crack shot by now, I should think. Begging your pardon, sir.A harlot in sheep's clothing, perhaps. I've seen many before the bench of her sort. We have rough justice on the frontier for such as her. Rough justice, sir, and swift justice as well. I'm a shrewd judge of character, sir, and I can see these things. Soft skin and a hard heart.People like that Smallworth woman are not above toying with the Law. I've seen it before, many a time. Flaunters, I call them. Disrespectful.I admire a man like the captain. He's always willing to sit down to cards. Players such as myself couldn't get along without folks like Captain Overbight.Personally, I feel the parson pokes in places he shouldn't poke. Yet that is the way of the religious man, isn't it? To keenly observe the oddities and errors of the human soul and endeavor to aid in their correction. I do wish he were a drinking man, however. It would help me like him.Have you noticed his hands? Shifty hands. Hands like that are capable of any extreme. I wouldn't put him above murder, thievery, extortion. His hands are quick, if you know what I mean. I don't trust hands like that. Not at all.I have my small vices, of course. All men of substance need small vices. I do play a hand or two from time to time, and I like my drink. My responsibilities are great, and such small vices keep my mind clear.Gladys is, as I have said, a...substantial person, a person of parts and consequences, of wealth and influence. She is not a person to be trifled with, sir, not a person to be trifled with.He's a hard man to do business with. Yet one does do business with him when one can. He knows how to coin his money, and how to keep it once he's coined it.An adorable child! Why, do you know she gave me the secret of her Aunt Pearl's okra gumbo! I've saved it for my chef, Andre! Perhaps you've heard of him? He's renowned on two continents! I understand the gumbo contains endive from Belgium!Unspeakable woman! A conniver! A schemer! She struts about like she owns the world! One cannot trust vulgarity such as hers!A wise man, Captain Overbight! He knows how to treat someone of my station! Deferential, polite, and capable! We get along just fine!Such people serve only the lower classes! And the lower classes serve only themselves! So he serves only himself! Don't mention him to me again!Why do you persist in inquiring about such persons? He's common, filthy and lustful! Depraved! Beyond that I can say no more!I've told you before, the Judge is an amazing man! He holds the scales of justice in his unswerving hand! Also he's very tall! I like tall men!I must say to you that while I am a simple woman, I look out for my interests! I own a share in this vessel, and I don't care for the events aboard! Murder! There could be unpleasant publicity about this! I don't like that!The old foof! He knows how to treat a lady, though! I'll say that! A flatterer! Yet he knows how to treat a lady!She offered me the recipe for her aunt's okra gumbo. I don't think the widows and orphans can eat a recipe, though. I'd prefer something more substantial.Perhaps she's a bit too hard, a bit too determined? I wouldn't really know about people of her social class, but since she has not as yet contributed to the widows and orhpans, there is still time to give her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps she will give. One should give. Until it hurts.I wouldn't wish to speak in a negative manner of an investor. We shall see when I get to my bank in New Orleans whether he is to be trusted or not.Persons such as the parson give one hope for the world. Truly men such as Reverend Godwin are an inspiration.I understand the man has been telling tales about me. He's been insinuating that I have done excessive shooting. How can one trust a person like that?Do you suspect the Judge? I shouldn't blame you at all. I'd suspect him myself, if I were you. But then, I'm not you. You should take a look at him, though.One senses a strange yearning about her, doesn't one? As if that haunting scent she wears sends messages to our deepest selves. Messages of longing, of need.I live a life of atonement and expiation. It is, I feel, appropriate for one of my years and my experience.Whah, that looks uncommon like a small, attractive sculpture.Mah goodness, but that's a dirty ball of cotton.Whah, that's the very lettah Miss Smallworth asked me to mail foah her.Isn't that the kind of gun those awful gamblin men carry?That's the cologne that sweet Miss Smallworth gave to me.Imagine that! A railway train all the way to Nevadah!Whah, my Auntie Pearl has a box quite like that.Such a tiny thing!What on earth would anyone want to use that thing foah?Is that...blood on theah?Ah don't know a thing about business, I surely don't.Mah goodness, that certainly is a big gun.It shewah does nearly break my little heart to hear about a man dyin that way.That...that's part of my stolen gun! It disappeared just before poor Mr. Cartwright was slain.It smells of that cologne I borrowed from Daisy.I know no such person.That was my daddy's favorite gun.That's the very bottle Miss Daisy loaned me.I gave that to the Captain for safekeeping. I need it returned before we dock.That's my jewelry box.Looks like a small key.Is that what nautical people call a gaff?How horrible.I don't know anything about that.Is that what that awful man used to kill Mr. Cartwright?How did that get inside my rosewood box?That object appears to be the stock of some sort of weapon.We see a lot of that material aboard this vessel.That's Delta Princess stationery;; quite common on this ship.Some gambler has been aboard, no doubt.Our female passengers enjoy such frivolities.I don't know a great deal about rail tickets. I'm a steamship captain. But that is the ticket Miss Smallworth gave me.I've never seen that box before.No one has reported a missing key, have they?We have exactly thirty one of those aboard this vessel.Good grief! Has that bullet been used, Sir Charles?It looks like a mining certificate.Does that gun belong to one of our passengers?I seldom read the papers. No time.As thou cuttest the vine, so groweth the seed.Yea, verily. For the youth shall bestir the old.Thou art truly the messenger we await.So shall the trumpet blow.Like unto a painted harlot is the word of an unseemly woman.Easier to pass through the eye of a needle, eh?So shalt thou empty the prisons.In my father's house there are many mansions.Jerusalem shall abide.So shall we turn swords into ploughshares.Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's.Trust not those things made by man.So did Lazarus rise from the dead.That's the stock of a gambler's pistol.I use cotton to clean machinery.There's no passenger on this trip with that name.You can't trust a man who'd use a gun like that.That aroma is familiar. Doesn't Miss Du Pree wear that perfume?I don't know anyone from Nevada.None of my keys would open that.That's not from any of the doors aboard this vessel.Oh, I use those all the time when we dock.Looks like the bullet you found.That was my father's mine.I thought there was something funny about that man shooting birds.I don't know anything about that.Evidence! Don't throw it away.Well, it was young Cartwright who took title to old Golden's mine. But as far as I know, he had legal title, clear and above board.I know nothing of such things.Smells of my favorite perfume.My secretary handles all my correspondence.I don't care for guns.Why, that's my favorite perfume!The West is far too dusty for my taste.I used to have a jewel box quite like that.I wonder what it opens.What on earth is that implement?Is that thing a bullet of some sort?My safety deposit box back home is full of those things.What an awful looking device!Poor man. What a terrible way to die.That does not belong to me.Smells of that wonderful perfume Gladys was wearing.Perhaps it contains a contribution to the Widows and Orphans?That's not my gun.Why, that is certainly the wonderful aroma of Gladys Des Plaines.I have little interest in the frontier, sir.Doesn't really look very secure, does it?Looks like a jewelry box key.Looks like a gaff to me.You couldn't kill a bird with that bullet.I never invest in mines. Too risky.When do I get this back? I miss my morning shoot.I was written up once in a newspaper. That isn't me, though.Oh how awful! I really nevah met Mr. Cartwright befoah. Such a terrible tragedy.Such a terrible misfortune. Raleigh Cartwright was certainly a handsome gentleman, but I really didn't know him, you see.This is a first on my ship! Raleigh was a partner in the Freedom Waters Steamship line. It's terrible what happened to him. Still, he was an arrogant man, and a bit...impetuous? Quite shocking.'A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast; but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.' Proverbs xii.10.I don't believe it! I guess I should tell you the sounds I heard from his cabin this morning. It was noisy, but he was a carouser, you know. A noisy person altogether. I might as well tell you, since you'll find out anyhow, that he was my father. There was no love lost between us, but I didn't kill him. I'd rather be left alone right now, if you don't mind.Murdered! I see enough of that in my profession. I can't say I knew the man well. An honorable gentleman, though, certainly, from a very good Southern family, I believe. I did help him out with a small legal matter a few years back, I recall. Nothing consequential. A trifle.Dead! Why that dashing man! So handsome! Such a gentleman! Raised the finest horses in America, and the finest cotton! And so rich, too! Who could ask more of a man than fine family and great wealth!Well that's certainly too bad. You know, I don't believe Mr. Cartwright has ever contributed to the Widows and Orphans Rescue Mission of the Outer Antilles. I keep the books, so I would know. So I really don't know the man. A Southerner, wasn't he?Ah've heard he was a handsome gentleman. He probably would have liked mah Auntie Pearl's okra gumbo.I did meet Mr. Cartwright some years ago, out in Nevada. I was very small, though, and don't remember much.We should speak no ill of the dead, but I'm not sure he was as much a gentleman as he pretended. I think he had designs on that poor woman, Twylla. I've heard talk about him, you see.'Have they not divided the prey; to every man a damsel or two?' Judges v.30.There were certainly signs of a struggle in his cabin. If he laid a hand on the young woman, sir, why, I'd kill him myself.I recall that small legal matter with Cartwright a few years back. Something about a mine. Yes, that's it. A silver mine. Raleigh was such a fine man! So moral! So upright! And now he's dead! Killed! I can scarcely believe it!It's a pity. I was going to ask him for a contribution. Oh, well.Aboard the sternwheeler S. S. Delta Princess, New Orleans bound twelve hours out of St. Louis, Sir Charles Foxworth, well-known sleuth, along with his manservant Regis, travels, first class naturally, on a simple voyage of discovery down the vast waters of the Mississippi River.It is a balmy June day. A warm breeze snaps the flags on the superstructures. The engine thumps reassuringly. All is well with the snug, though isolated world of the riverboat. Who would suspect anything so terrible as...murder...on such a lovely day?Little could Sir Charles suspect, arriving at his cabin, that all too soon his talents for keen observation, clear-sighted reasoning and uncanny deduction, would be pressed to their limits by the terrible events aboard the riverboat this fateful day...I say, Regis, what day is this, anyway?Well, your Lordship, I believe it must be Wednesday.That means, then, that our next stop must be some place called Memphis, is that right?Yes, your Lordship, I believe that must be correct.Well, then, Regis, we have three days until New Orleans.Astounding, your Lordship. A truly brilliant deduction.Really, Regis. It was nothing.Yes, your Lordship.So let's take a stroll on the deck and meet the other passengers, shall we?Yes, your Lordship, let's.Regis! Look at that!Yes m'Lord. Someone is sleeping.Yes, he's sleeping on the floor, Regis, what a curious thing to do.Quite, m'Lord. Perhaps he isn't just sleeping.What are you suggesting, Regis, a mishap?Well there is that pool of blood, m'Lord.Yes, there is that pool of blood, Regis. Perhaps he's dead!Perhaps he was murdered, m'Lord.Perhaps, nevertheless something is quite wrong here. We must find out who this is, Regis.It seems our work never stops, Regis.Now that we know who it is, m'Lord, perhaps we should find out who did it. How long do you think we have?I'm afraid if we don't figure out who murdered Mr. Cartwright by the time we reach New Orleans, they may get away scott free!Good luck, Mr. Foxworth, we'll sure need your help.It's been a long day, Regis.It certainly has, your Chuckship.Very funny, Regis.Thank you, m'Lord.Speaking of funny things, I saw the way Miss Du Pree had her eye on you. Must be your bright green suit.Do you really think so, m'Lord?Perhaps. But perhaps it was because you were with me.And perhaps not, m'Lord?Of course, Regis. Let's get some sleep, shall we?Yes, m'Lord, let's.Good night, Regis.Good night, Sir Charles.Well, you know what they say Regis, another day, another..Murder, m'Lord?One would hope not Regis.Of course, m'Lord.Why don't we get some shut-eye, Regis.Yes, m'Lord, let's.Good night, Regis.Good night, Sir Charles.Well, Regis, It looks like we've reached New Orleans.Quite, m'Lord. Perhaps now you will buy that ice cream you promised back in Cairo?Of course, my friend. Perhaps I'll have one too.Will you have pistaccio, m'Lord?Perhaps. My intuition tells me there's something afoot in New Orleans.Maybe there'll be lots of cases to solve, m'Lord. New Orleans, city of crimes...I don't know, Regis. But we've had enough excitement for one day. Well then, how about that ice cream?Ok Charlie let's do it...Regis, please go collect the rest of the passengers and wait in the salon. and I will meet you there.M'Lord, there's a knife in your head!M'Lord?Oh no! How awful! If only we could start over, we might be able to catch that villain...Your Lordship, you found the weak spot in the floor!M'Lord?Oh, M'Lord has fallen thru the floor. If only we could start over, we might be able to catch that villain...M'Lord, that weak board in the ceiling killed you! If only we could start over, we might catch that villain...I wonder what this room is for, Regis.I believe this is the salon, m'Lord.An empty salon, Regis.Quite, m'Lord.Why, Sir Charles, mah Auntie Pearl always said never enter a gentleman's private quarters, that is, unless he wants to get married. Or unless his friend does.Sir Charles, you handsome devil you! Is there some way we can be alone? Why don't you call on me when your little friend isn't around.So, no doubt you are wondering why I have gathered everyone here in the salon.Yes, m'Lord?Well, Regis? Why did we gather everyone here?To reveal the progress of the crime, m'Lord?Yes, yes. Quite right. Allow me to explain. Everyone here had motive and opportunity to kill Raleigh Cartwright III. But only one person actually murdered him. Right, Regis?Yes, your Lordship.And that person is...Yes, m'Lord?Who did we say that person was, Regis?, m'Lord.Aha! Quite right, Regis. The murderer is !Twylla Smallworth, known in some parts as...M'Lord?Veronica Golden. Henry Stoker knew her real name. He slipped up, by Jove, and told us that! We have the envelope with her real name on it. The mining certificate made out to Raleigh was inside. She got hold of the certificate to prove he'd acquired the mine from her father, Joseph Golden. So she killed Raleigh Cartwright for revenge.How did she do that, m'lord?She owned the gun. She removed the gun from its box, knowing that Lionel Humphreys would be shooting birds, as he did every morning at the same time. Using his shooting as cover, she waited until he was about to shoot, and fired at Raleigh, killing him. Dead.And the bullet passed through the body and fell through a crack in the floor, m'Lord.That's it, Regis! Exactly, by Jupiter! She cleaned the gun with cotton and cologne from her reticule, to make it seem as if it had never been fired. But she heard a noise. In her panic, she threw the gun overboard. Unfortunately for her, the gun caught on the railing, breaking in half. The barrel fell into the water, but the stock remained hooked on the railing. Right, Regis?So far, m'Lord.And then she went down to breakfast, leaving that wretched man dead in his cabin, a hideous pool of blood coagulating under him. Quite graphic, m'Lord.Judge Carter:But Sir Charles, she was wronged! Raleigh Cartwright robbed her father, Joe Golden, of his silver mine. The old man killed himself in despair. I remember, now, I handled that case myself.Gladys:She's such a kind young person, and means well. She loaned me the cologne. I'm quite sure she wouldn't hurt a fly. Not without good reason.Humphreys:She falls under the protection of the Widows and Orphans. I will represent her in court, the poor thing. An orphan, too! And Gladys thinks a great deal of her now. She is innocent!Daisy:Ah just know she feels most surely awful about this terrible affair, Sir Charles. Reverend Periwinkle always told me that mercy was a virtue.Henry:Cartwright was assaulting Miss Golden. I heard the sounds in his cabin. She fired in self defense. She's the kindest, most compassionate woman this wicked world has seen, Sir Charles.Reverend:The Lord forgives sinners.Overbight:Perhaps we should listen to what Miss Smallworth...I mean Miss Golden has to say about this whole sordid affair.Twylla:It's true, I shot him. He tried to... force his attentions on me. He sent me a message asking me to come to his cabin. I went because I thought he could help me understand what happened to my father. You saw the newspaper clipping. My father died because someone cheated him. Mr. Cartwright bragged that he was the one. He said he got my father and now he wanted me. We struggled. Oh, it was horrible! My gun went off. All that blood! My daddy told me always to carry a gun. He said a young woman wasn't safe in this world. I never thought... I panicked. I did clean the gun. Then I heard someone, so I threw it out the window. I didn't know it caught. I went down to see dear Henry, and threw away the cotton. I had him open another cabin so I could hide the key to my box. I was afraid. I know it was wrong, but I didn't know what to do!This means it was self-defense!Overbight:It would seem that way to me, Sir Charles. As Captain of the Delta Princess I would say the young woman is innocent. What do you think, Judge Carter? Carter:Eh? I think we should all have a large glass of bourbon and branch. I never cared for that Cartwright man anyhow, and I'm a keen judge of character, sir. Something about the eyes, you know. Criminal tendencies. I'd say the young lady has done the world a service, after all.Well, Regis, it looks like another successful case for the record.Quite so, m'Lord. Congratulations.I'm afraid cannot be the murderer, m'Lord.Eh? What's that you say? Can't? Can't?No, m'Lord. Hm. Then I've made a mistake?A foolish mistake, your Lordship.I failed, Regis.Quite, m'Lord.Judge Carter:And I'd say you are subject to a law suit. Defamation of character. Libel. False arrest and imprisonment. Moral turpitude! I deeply appreciate such cases; there are always generous court costs. I fear, Sir Charles, that your career as a detective, on this continent at any rate, is in serious jeopardy. Daisy:Well Ah just had the most terrible time sleepin' that mornin', what with all the racket goin' on. Why the judge was fumblin' at mah door. Ah told him to go away. It was right befoah I write mah letters back home.Judge Carter:Hrumph! Uhm, well it's true Miss Du Pree and I exchanged salutations through her door at around ten.Twylla:I was on my way to breakfast at ten, but instead took a walk around the deck. I heard Mr. Humphreys shooting up above. It took away my appetite. So I just went back and watched the wheel for a while.Henry:I do recall, after I adjusted the relief valve, I went outside and caught a distinct whiff of Miss Smallworth... I mean... Miss Smallworth's perfume. So she must have been just above me by the wheel.Captain:We had a spot of engine trouble as we passed Thumb's Landing and I spoke to Henry on the speaker tube. I wrote it down in the log. It was just about the time of the murder. Henry:That's right. He called me right around the time dad was murdered to adjust the relief valve.Reverend:I pray in my cabin from eight until eleven every morning.Daisy Du Pree:After the Judge knocked on mah doah at around ten, Ah left mah cabin and heard the Reverend mumblin' his prayers as Ah passed by.Henry:Me? Why no, I didn't kill him. I was in the engine room when he was killed. He was my father, you know. And although we hated each other, that's no reason to kill him. I recall talking to the captain on the speaker tube right around that time. Captain Overbight:That's right, Sir Charles, it's in the log that we had a spot of engine trouble as we passed Thumb's Landing. I spoke to Henry about adjusting the relief valve. You can read the log, if you like. Judge Carter:No sir, I didn't kill him. We did some business together but I was occupied at the time of the unfortunate incident. I roused myself around eight thirty, and had my usual medicinal brandy, or was it two? I forget. Then it occurred to me to stroll over and pay a visit to that new passenger, that lovely young Miss Du Pree. I wanted to give her a nice warm welcome aboard.Daisy Du Pree:Well, Ah do recall someone fumblin' at mah door and the man I now know to be the judge, callin' out mah name. I couldn't understand what else he was sayin' but it was around ten o'clock for sure, 'cause that's when I write mah daily letter to Reverend Periwinkle back home.Gladys:Well I didn't kill him! I was at breakfast until almost ten, and when I went back to my cabin I saw Lionel shooting as he does every morning! Those poor defenseless birds!Lionel Humphreys:That's right, Sir Charles, I saw her go into her cabin, just a few doors down from me. She didn't come out again while I was shooting, either.Lionel:How dare you accuse me! I'm a crack shot, but I only shoot birds. I spend the rest of my time collecting money for the Widows and Orphans Rescue Mission.Gladys Des Plaines:That's right, Sir Charles, I saw him shooting when I came back from breakfast, just around ten! I could hear him banging away for what seemed like hours after that! Poor defenseless birds!Twylla:Well, Sir Charles, you have my gun. It's obvious that it's never been fired.Well, yes, but...Twylla:I know you found my derringer, but I didn't shoot him. Someone must have taken it from my room.Well, m'Lord, it's true there were no fingerprints on the murder weapon.Twylla:I know you found my derringer, but I didn't shoot him. Someone must have taken it from my room.There were no fingerprints on the gun, m'Lord, and we haven't found whose perfume was used to clean it.Twylla:It wasn't my gun that shot him. Perhaps Mr. Hphreys doesn't just shoot birds...It's true, m'Lord, we haven't identified which gun killed Mr. Cartwright.Twylla:I didn't kill him! Why would I do such a thing? I do believe Cartwright took my father's mine, but that was years ago. What would I gain by killing him now?It's true, m'Lord, Miss Smallworth doesn't seem to have much of a motive...Twylla:I know it was wrong to search his room and take the mining certificate, but it belonged to me, anyway.Henry:That's true, the mine does belong to her now. Still, she never would have killed to get it back.The motive is rather weak, m'Lord.Twylla:Why would I kill him? I didn't even know him! Daisy didn't get that letter from me! 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