Not a Clue Page 25
I’m the one who lives in the smoking lounge. I’m the one, and I saw you kill. You must understand I sprinkle the board with pellets, I am the game of Clue’s death row, therefore I promise your torture will be complete. I put the cards, the miniature weapons, and the score sheets back in the box. As for my reserve of strychnine, I have no choice, you know. If I don’t kill this rat, he’ll die.
Endgame
Bare interior. Gray light. Left and right back, high up, two small windows, curtains drawn.
Chloé:
Well, did you finish reading it?
Dr. Lagarigue:
Yes.
Chloé:
Well, can I go home Tuesday?
Dr. Lagarigue:
My answer is in your title.
