Whodunit…?

“The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.”
― Agatha Christie, Murder on the Orient Express

The curtain opens…

Inspector Cat McKitten,

is on the job,

destined to investigate,

a murder most foul…

[audible gasps from the audience]

The victim is,

a certain Mr Philias Switchmoat,

the third,

[the audience cheers and groans]

an impossible man,

whose recumbent adventures,

he felt the need to tell,

in a notorious novel…

which exposed the failings of others,

and of himself…

his demise is not a surprise.

However it was under suspicious circumstances…

“The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.”
― Agatha Christie, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

There were many bodies swimming in the suspect pool,

pretty much everyone wanted him dead,

[the audience nods so loudly it causes an earthquake]

but,

most

swam at the shallow end,

unwilling to do what they wanted to do.

Three,

were in the deep end,

“One of us in this very room is in fact the murderer.”
― Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None

Did Mr. Green,

suffocate him,

in the bar,

with secondhand smoke?

Did Mrs. Peacock

swish her fan,

causing a sudden whirlwind,

which sent him flying,

down the hallway stairs,

head over heels,

and heels over head,

until head cracked?

Did Miss Scarlet,

kill him with her brain,

bludgeoning him with facts,

in the library?

“They tried to be too clever—and that was their undoing.”
― Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles