Miss Scarlet

            I say, I was in the house on the night poor Mr. Boddy has his life so tragically ended.  I happened to be practicing my dancing, in the ballroom of course.  A girl cannot simply get up one day and begin to dance, it takes practice.  That’s why I had the candlestick with me, for light.  I heard Mr. Boddy’s scream over the music it was so loud, and I came runnin’.  I come in and I found poor Mr. Boddy lying there on the floor.  I tried to help him up, but there wasn’t nothin’ I could do for him.  His last wish was for me to tell his wife he loved her.

Prof. Plumb

            The fingerprints results for both the candlestick and the lead pipe, which were found in the room in which Mr. Boddy was killed, have come in.  From these tests I was able to conclude that Miss Lynn Scarlet was the most recent person to touch the candlestick and that Col. Donald Mustard was the most recent person to touch the pipe. 

            I will remind everyone here that this does not convict either of these persons of the murder; it is possible that Mr. Boddy was killed by another means, or with another object.  All we know for certain is that Mr. Boddy was killed, and he wound up in the bedroom.

Col. Mustard

            O’ course I had my lead pipe.  Didn’t you here ol’ Teddy Roosevelt, “Speak softly and carry a big stick.”  Well, I done got my big stick, or pipe in this case.  As for my being in that bedroom that night, well that fine young lady Miss Scarlet invited me over for a nice evening, I mean dinner.  I was simply exploring everything her…uh house had to offer.  I found that Boddy character lying in the bedroom covered in his own blood with a candlestick stickin’ out of his head.  Course I don’t mind blood usually, but I dropped my pipe there beside the bed and made a beeline for the door.  Not really something I’m too proud off.

Prof. Plumb

            The record player in the ballroom has a layer of dust on it about a cm. thick.  It is clear that it has not been touched for several months, maybe years.  Miss Lynn Scarlet was not playing music in the ballroom last week.

Miss Scarlet

            Ok, I was in the bedroom, but I was still dancin’ with Col. Mustard.  I invited him over for a grand ol’ evenin’ and we had adjourned.  Say what you want, I don’t care no more.  We was havin’ a fine time when that James Boddy walked in.  What was we supposed to do?  I didn’t want the town on me! 

            Yes, I, Miss Scarlet, killed Mr. Boddy in the bedroom with the candlestick.