I beg your pardon? Retorted a puzzled Mr.

I beg your pardon? Retorted a puzzled Mr. Napier. You mean, we mustn't alert the police to the fact that there's a killer among us? But Sir Lardham is dead! Are you hiding somethin

g from the group Mrs. Bumpkins?" "No, Mr. Napier. I am as saddened as anyone that Sir Lardham has passed. I simply see no reason to suspect foul play and don't care to disturb the

corpse at the dinner table. He looks so peaceful." Mrs. Bumpkins put a dinner napkin over Sir Lardham's face. Mr. Napier bit on his pipe and wrote in his notebook, MURDER!

then Mr. Lardham cackled. He's heard it all before. He played his trump card, "Informer, You know say Daddy Snow me, I'm gonna blame, a licky boom-boom down!" Mr. Napier snapped

his fingers appreciatively. Mr Lardham continued, "Mr Informer, we're gonna put you in the car. Your destination is East detention where we'll whip down your pants & look up your

Mother's address. We want her to know how her son turned out. I want to know what else you might have turned up. The information gained so far wasn't quite enough to

actually know what was going on with her son. We need that boy's info so we could give him his rightful rights. Though he may not be our true brother, we still have to love him as

He didn't seem to notice that I pressed outward ever so slightly as he wound the rope around me. "This might actually allow me to escape," I thought to myself.

Clearly, I had matriculated up the aevenista with my clever strategy. So when he turned his ugly face back towards mine, I gave him an uppercut right in his piehole and...ESCAPED!